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BVB-Versary
đšWARNING: Big old sappy post aheadđš
Exactly one year ago today, I listened to Black Veil Brides for the very first time. So now, a year on, call this a narrative about/reflection on the past year.
Iâm not usually one to remember the exact date I started listening to an artist so clearly. The only reason I remember this one so vividly is because of where I physically was at that time. Every summer, my family rents out a beach house for a week and we just go and chill. While on the beach one day, I was listening to music and decided I needed something new, I was bored of what I was listening to and needed to switch it up.
Now in May of that year, I had discovered Andy Black and fell in love with the music. I knew Andy was the lead singer of BVB and that I liked his voice so it just seemed right to try out BVB. I knew they were a bit heavier than Andy's solo music, but it was worth a shot since I had been slowly dipping my feet into some heavier music (for me). If I didn't like it, oh well, it was worth a try.
They had a lot of music and I had no idea where to start, so I did what I always do when trying a new artist: I put every song into one massive playlist and just hit shuffle to start getting a taste. The first song that came on was the Re-Stitch version of Perfect Weapon, I'll always remember being taken aback by that first scream. And as I listened more, I started noting down the names of the songs I was particularly endeared to so I could put them on another playlist to focus on them. Eventually, it came to the point where I was writing down every single song that came on. I always joke that something broke in my brain that day, but really it was like something clicked. Whatever it was about this music, it resonated with me on a level that I did not expect.
After my shuffle experiment, I made it a point every day on that beach vacation to listen to one album in order each day, which worked out for the week. I started with Wretched And Divine, mostly because I noticed a lot of those songs were my favorites. Then came Vale, and TPT, and all the other albums. Needless to say, I was hooked. I spent that week consuming as much BVB content as I could find. I listened to the albums, read interviews, watched both American Satan and Paradise City, anything and everything I could find regarding this band or its members. Torch was the first song I really learned, one distinct memory I have is climbing up the beach house stairs and just repeating the chorus in my head to try and get it down and memorized.
We returned home from that vacation, and I had a new determination to learn all of the songs. I copied the lyrics of every song into a google doc, took a screenshot of my BVB playlist to mark off which songs I learned, and began studying. I started with Vale, don't remember the reason why I chose that, and I would just listen on repeat reading those lyrics over and over to drill them into my brain. Every day was BVB for me. I'd pace around my room learning lyrics, finding old videos, just consuming whatever I could. Then, as a treat for surviving a family wedding at the end of the month, I ordered what would be my first batch of BVB merch.
But this wasn't enough for me, I needed more. I turned to Tumblr (it being my main platform) and just began scrounging for content. A lot of it was older, nothing super active, so I resigned myself to just following the tags and finding content that way.
One day in November, however, I reblogged a gifset of the Wake Up MV with some insane tags that you all are probably used to from me. The next day, I got a DM from someone, the person who I reblogged the set from. They saw my tags, and decided that we were the same level of insane and wanted to talk more. We did the social niceties dance for about two hours that day, and once it clicked that we were both insane about this band, that all went out the window and we went unhinged.
This person, who if you hadnât figured it out already is Sam aka @bornasaint. That day, I had made my first real BVB friend, someone who I could talk to about this band and it was cathartic to just be able to talk to someone who understood me. We were both newer fans, which I think helped in how quickly we bonded. That same month, I started my own BVB tumblr blog (the blog youâre reading this on now, obviously) because I knew this obsession wasn't going anywhere. Also in that month, we started the Black Veil Beloveds server, which was a test run of trying to find more active BVB fans. Obviously it worked, because the BVBeloveds are still going strong.
December of that year, Spotify Wrapped came out as always. Even though I had only started listening in August, BVB was my most played artist of the year at 25,000 minutes played. I was officially deemed as down bad by Spotify. And I was content with that, proud even.
But, soon enough, Tumblr became not enough for me. A lot of it was just old pictures, nothing super current or active. So around February/March of this year, I revamped my twitter that I had barely been using and started making headway into BVBtwt. I'll admit, I was nervous. I hadn't really been active in a fandom twitter space in a long time. But, one day a tweet came up on my timeline asking for people wanting to start a new BVB group chat. I took the plunge, and stated my interest. That group would quickly become yet another set of dearly insane friends. Even though I was a newer fan compared to many and a little bit older than the space I found myself in, I was welcomed in and felt excited to have this again. Something had sparked in me upon finding this band and I felt creatively and socially recharged.
I used to say I wish I had gotten into BVB earlier in my life to experience some of the eras of the band that I hadn't been able to due to not knowing the band existed. But now, I realize that I found them when I needed to, when it was right for me. Call it fate if you will, but I couldn't ask for better timing. This band had defined my senior year of college, so much so that I decorated my grad cap with a lyric from Torch and took them with me to graduation.
And now, one year on, I am at that same house. We rented out the same house from last year, the same one where I spent hours on the deck looking out at the ocean and listening to BVB. That one choice that I made, just to try out this band to see if I liked them, took my life in a completely new directory. A year ago, I never wouldâve pictured myself going to a BVB concert and buying VIP for it, but here I am now, 48 days away from meeting them.
And now that Iâve narrated my entire journey of falling in love with this band, some thanks are in order.
First, to Sam, my dear bestie. Thank you for finding my tags amusing enough that you wanted to reach out and thank you for dealing with my insanity, from Bestie Those Are Your Tits to Biersussy and every insane inside joke in between.
To the BVBeloveds, another thank you for putting up with me and my obsession with Andyâs black button down shirts.
To that twitter GC, thank you for being welcoming, our inside jokes have changed me, I donât know if Iâd call it for the better, but they certainly have changed me.
And finally, thank you to Black Veil Brides, for making music that could resonate so deeply with your fans and for solidifying that connection throughout the years.
I promise I'm almost done rambling, but Iâll leave you all with this. My favorite song (if you couldnât tell by the Everything about me) is Wake Up. That song struck a chord with me, particularly the line âweâll be here when their heart stops beatingâ. And I think it resonated with me because thatâs the power of music. Even when you are gone, that music remains, those memories remain. Music is eternal, and it changed my fucking life.
So, hereâs to my one year BVB-versary, as I like to say, and hereâs to many more years of insanity.
#black veil brides#bvb#black veil army#maeve.txt#that got very long and rambly whoops#if you actually read all of that i am giving you a little kissie on the forehead#just a lil mwah
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so i caved yesterday after *gestures* all of that on the other side of the pond, and bought veilguard (meant to wait till the first bugfix patch is out), and i have thoughts
(spoilers for the first few quests)
fucking adore the character creator. overwhelming as heck but God a+
addendum: why tf aren't there different lip/mouth shapes. we have like 30 eyelash options. i'm p sure da:i had diff mouth shapes
THERE'S NO QUICK SAVE/LOAD OPTION???? why on god's green earth
the photo mode is NEAT (tip, get yourself reshade plus the "mod" that allows hiding the UI, so you can do screenshot nonsense in cutscenes too)
it took me like 15 min to get rid of the quest marker bc that shit is hidden in Two diff menus but oh my god so worth it
on that note, i'm Really enjoying the area/level/dungeon design, and traversing it Without an annoying big blue star thing blinking at you is really good
the environments are just. unhinged in the best way. THE CROSSROADS? D'META VILLAGE?? THE OSSUARY???? perfect no notes
have i mentioned the hair? the hair is really good. i'm a lttle obsessed with the style i gave my rook, i didn't think i'd like it this much
okay let's talk plot bc. uh.
see, on the one hand? so far (recruited bellara and got the dagger and fucked around in the crossroads and am currently getting murdered by murdering calivan so lucanis will murder for Me) it⊠works for me? like it really feels like getting thrown into the DEEP deep end, but it's a kind of. idk. sensible progression?
and oh my god ghilan'nain. i kinda hate how normal she comes across in the memory dungeon lab? (which. AMAZING QUEST) but also i love that SHE'S UNHINGED, that solas clearly held sympathies for her, the way i YELLED when you hear her voice when that dragon shows up in the blighted village??? amazing
(NO fucking idea how this would play for someone who's not familiar with the series, good lord the amount of exposition crammed randomly into codex cards???)
that being said. how the fuck does this connect from trespasser/tevinter nights. solas what Happened to you. like this is (part of) why i'm Not using saar as the inq in this run, bc even pretending they Weren't madly in love, it doesn't work. i don't think it works for Any inquisitor who befriended/romanced him (unless maybe one who decided to go full scorched earth and hunt him down at all costs)
in meta terms i know why this is happening but How is varric our insight point into solas and the connection to him. even if you're not playing them, this Should be the inq. solas doesn't lose a single fucking word about anyone But the inquisitor in trespasser. it's just this really tragic dissonance y'know
also the way this game is frontloaded is so fucking funny (i am also choosing to find it funny). IMMEDIATELY unleash the evanuris. IMMEDIATELY get solas trapped somewhere so he can't use his not-god powers to help you. FIRST "normal" quest is a horror movie walkthrough of The Most Blighted Village You Can Imagine, like okay! solas spends all of da:i being fucking coy about the blight and now it's like 'the evanuris are blighted. yeah they used the blight for power that's why i trapped them. they got out and immediately start spitting blight everywhere For Power. the REST of the blight is trapped in the evanuris prison. yeah the black city IS the evanuris prison. also blight is alive too. uh what else'
sidenote. did. did no one think it was A Little Weird to frame it like 'solas is trapped in the fade' - 'but not like us! we're also trapped in the fade but in a completely different way!'
i do love the fade conversations, it's got dishonored vibes
(and cut-away scenes to the Villains Having Ominous Convos! i liked that in da:o)
also i have hints turned on and the. the little pop-ups. "solas remembers your verbal jab" THANKS GAME
ACTUALLY SPEAKING OF THOSE VILLAIN CONVERSATIONS. we're just gonna drop into a fucking codex that the lyrium dagger IS the red lyrium idol??? SOLAS CAN CLEANSE THE BLIGHT AND WE'RE NOT GONNA TALK ABOUT IT????
basically. the connective tissue to da:i etc is uhhhh. insane. bonkers, even. but also when i ignore that, it's legit fun??
also good lord i'm glad i didn't try to come up with a super specific character/backstory for this, the faction backstories are Real specific, and rook is written with a v definitive Slant (not a bad one! but there IS a slant)
#da4#da4 spoilers#the ramble eda#<- those tags are for my organisational purposes; the rest for blacklist etc#dragon age: the veilguard#datv spoilers#veilguard#datv#dav#uhhh this got long whoops#and very jumbled#also please don't drop spoilers Beyond what i mentioned into the discussion#i'm doing my best to play this Without Expectations#(how well i succeed at that is a diff story but y'know XD)
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OHMG HI I love your deh fanart please feed me with some headcanons for my five bbs đđđ
Hello!! Thank you so much, that means a lot <3 /gen
I've made some posts already with hcs of the sillies, you can find them here:
Evan hcs
Connor and Zoe hcs
Jared and Alana hcs
So, HERE'S MORE HEADCANONS THEN đŒđŒ
(ty to my awesome gf for helping me think of hcs cuz my mind was almost blank at the moment of writing this đđ«¶)
Connor helps Evan study for math tests, and Ev helps him with literature assignments in return <3
Evan constantly "steals" his boyf's clothes, and jokingly claims that thereâs âan imaginary contract between themâ that states that, the moment they started dating, Connor's clothes also became his
They enjoy watching horror movies together <33 (Connor got him more into horror movies). They'll have sleepovers a lot, and have horror movie marathons past midnight
"Hey, Ev... What if we watched [horror movie] and kissed during the scary parts? đ€"
Their favorite horror movie to watch together is Scream (1996)
Alana and Evan are besties 𫶠Like, very close friends
Sometimes they'll have sleepovers, and Alana will tell him gossip about the school (which she's got a ton of). Even of people Evan doesn't know of, but he eats it all up đ. But they'll also gossip about their crushes/partners,,
(before Evan and Connor started dating) Alana would sometimes give Connor advice to ask Evan out and stuff
And Zoe would give Evan advice on how to talk to and ask out Connor
Alana and Evan are library buddies, and during college they both got jobs at a Barnes And Noble
Zoe and Jared are one chaotic duo. They'll text and facetime a lot, sending each other memes, and also will plot different pranks to pull on their friends lol
All five have pets:
Evan has his golden retriever, Aspen, which I've talked about before đ«¶, Connor has a white ragdoll cat, Winter, which I've also talked about... Alana has a bunny named Cocoa, Zoe has a ball python named after a Greek god (I always forget which one), and Jared has a tortoise named Sheldon (of course (also Sheldon turned out to be a girl lol) )
(more under the cut cuz this post is getting long)
Zoe and Jared will put their pets up against each other and have them race
Jared for some reason can do a near perfect Mickey Mouse impression đ And he likes using it all the time around his friends. For example...
Con: (after Jared said something that annoyed Connor) Kys.
Jar: [Mickey Mouse impression] Ohoh!! That wasn't very nice, pal! âïžđ
Zoe is also guilty of stealing clothes... She's stolen some of Jared's graphic tees, and is yet to return them đ
The whole gang loves going to Alana's house, because the energy there is just perfect: All cozy, and feels like home. Alana's grandma is very fond of them all too <33 And will give them all delicious food and deserts when they go visit
Murphy twins headcanons!!! Zoe will sometimes read through Connor's diary, which he doesn't know...
The twins will pull pranks on each other a lot (their parents are already used to this)
One time, Connor put fake spiders in Zoe's bed while she was sleeping. That next morning wasn't very pleasant
Connor and Zoe will ALSO constantly steal from each other's closets; Lucky for them, they're very close in size
They love going to the mall together and being goofballs
On family road trips, the twins will always argue over who gets to control the music
Though they won't admit it to anyone or each other, everyone around them can tell they get along very well and love each other <3
Oh yeah... I don't remember if I've said this one before, but they also argue a lot over who was born first (they're both convinced it was themselves), but their parents have never told them because that'd just be fueling the fire more lol
Now for Evan and Zoe... They give each other music recommendations
Zoe will recommend music from Feeltwood Mac or TV Girl, and Evan will recommend Radiohead songs
Zoe treats Evan as if he was her own brother (where Zoe is the older sibling, obviously đ (Evan is literally older))
Zoe will never grasp the concept of Evan and Connor being together. How can such a nice and polite guy like Evan be with such a mean old ogre like.. her BROTHER?? đ
Since Evan is close with Alana, Zoeâs gayass will ask certain questions,, such as, âWhatâs Alanaâs favorite candy?â
Jared and Evan hcs: Jared honestly considers himself to be part of Evan's family. They have a cousin type of relationship, and Jared honestly looks up to him (Heâd never admit that)
They play video games at Jaredâs house, and one of their favorite games to play is Cuphead (you know who is who. Evan's also VERY bad at that game, but he still enjoys playing)
There will be moments where they both geek out over something they both enjoy, like a new comic book series releasing or something
Evan will always be the first person Jared goes to for advice
From when they were younger, Jared had stolen multiple of Evanâs toys and to this day is YET to return them (they both forgot, obviously)
And finally, some more Treebros hcs to finish off:
Evan is often Connorâs âmuseâ, when he draws or paints (he's got MULTIPLE drawings of Evan, and when Connor shows them to him he gets very shy <3 But Evan is always VERY impressed)
Sometimes they go on late night drives and will park in empty parking lots,, and then kiss <3
Connor has convinced Evan to try shotgunning with him, and it was definitely an experience đŠ
Evan is obsessed with doing his boyfriendâs hair and styling it, he'll do ponytails or even braids
#can you tell I'm very normal about all of them#my children fr fr đ«¶#i need to draw more of them all#like more Murphy twins more; Alana and Evan; or Evan and Jared#cuz their dynamics fr mean the world to me đđ«¶#this post got very long whoops#hope this is enough LOL (I still have a lot more hcs in my mind)#thanks again to my gf for helping me think of hcs though đ#sincerealev rambles#ask sincerealev#send asks#headcanons#dear evan hansen#deh#dear evan hansen musical#treebros#treebros deh#evan hansen#connor murphy#zoe murphy#alana beck#jared kleinman
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ok SO i went and got out Most of my knives (i remembered I have a nonbinary knife only after i took the photos & also idk where it is currently. just imagine all these plus a nonbinary flag knife ok? ok)
HERE ^ is the most of them, minus that nonbinary knife. look at that fuckin mess. 32 shown here (i think) plus my nonbinary knife makes 33 blades (minus cooking knives, i dont count those for these purposes)(also counting the swiss army knife as only 1 bc lol)
& some explanations for them! gonna put these under a readmore bc it got Kinda long on accident whoops. Read Ahead if u wanna see me nerd out about my knife collection.
STARTING WITH my big ones.
my spear (gifted to me), my cane sword (from anime convention), my shitty $20 sword (also from anime convention. low quality but cool as hell), my teal mini sword + matching throwing knives (from online), my decorative axe (from a local store), my twin blades (my sharpest blades, theyre actually kinda scary how sharp they are, but i love them bc of it. from online), red saber (from online),
ANDDDDDDDDDDDD my favorite hefty bitch of a machete that i sleep with in my bed frame on the very right (inherited from my grandpa bc i was the first one who spotted it at Family Claiming Day)(this thing really is as long as my leg & much heavier than Any of the rest of the blades pictured here. i love it)
another view of the blades so u can better see how long they are. the big boys. they're lovely. 2nd heaviest blade is the cane sword when it's in its cane, mostly bc that handle has some Heft. tbh id feel safer using it as a bludgeoning weapon than a stabbing weapon, but having a cane sword is just plain cool
AND my smaller blades!
i have a lot of pocket knives. starting from the top left: golden pocket knife (from online), rainbow dragon (from online), rainbow HEFTY boy (heaviest pocket knife, from online), spider knife (from online), stiletto jade (from online), pathetic army boy (from local store, this knife has NO redeeming qualities, but it's mine <3), black stiletto (from local store), plain dagger man (from online), my damascus steel knife (was a gift, probably my singular most expensive knife. fancy boy), Dull Dagger Man (first blade i ever bought, from anime convention)
& for bottom row: teeny black knife (first pocket knife i owned, gift from my dad), lil rainbow knife (from local store), plain steel knife (from sketchy shop in gatlinburg + one of my Favorite knives), green dragon knife (from online, a real beaut), triple throwing knives (also from same sketchy shop in gatlinburg), the baby throwing knives again from the Big Boys pic but i included them again bc they r so teeny tiny, my keychain key blade (from online), swiss army knife (from online), & the pair of claw keychain baldes (from online)
many blades, many stories, so little time. theyre great tho.
SOME FOCUSES:
^ these are all my spring-assisted knives, sorted from worst feel to best feel to open. based on quickness, ease, & general satisfaction. leftmost is leftmost bc i didnt even Know it was spring assisted, bc it doesnt have a nice lil tab on the back to press. no u gotta press on one of the rungs. but once u do it Does spring open, so i included it. next 3 are just Average in feel (these 3 are sibling blades anyways, nice of them to be together). jade stiletto is smooth and quick, nice to open. Hefty Boy rainbow has some THUNK to it when i open it. like that babey's got PURPOSE to it. added to the general size of it & it's just pretty great. AND THEN MY TWO FAVS, green dragon is a perfect beautiful knife & feels very great to open. and then Steel Sketchy Knife aka my 2nd pocket knife & first i bought for myself. it looks plain in comparison to the others, but she's anything But. quick, light, Sharp. it has the Best feel to open, bc it's just a fast SHHK. probably my knife that's seen the most use (aside from my small black knife) just bc of how great it feels to open. i love that knife so much for Real.
& the final highlight, somewhat related, are the knives I actually use the most in my daily life!
on the left are the knives I keep in my bag by default, & thus the ones I carry with me Everywhere i go. small black pocket knife bc she's Ol' Faithful, & a pretty lowkey knife for basic tasks when I dont wanna raise any eyebrows lol. silver knife bc as previously stated i Love using it so much. i take it out when i gotta breakdown a lot of boxes at work, & it Never disappoints. small rainbow keychain key knife bc it's cute & i like to keep it on my keychain. & swiss army knife bc Obviously im gonna keep the swiss army knife in my bag for if i need an emergency tool.
on the right are the three knives I keep out in my apartment. black stiletto lives on my bathroom counter, for bathroom knife needs. green stiletto i keep on my table next to where I hang out in my bedroom, for any couch time needs. & then green dragon beaut camps out on top of some shelves by my front door bc it's Great for opening boxes, aka something I will do for packages I receive after pulling them in the front door. it works for me.
all the rest of my knives live either in a box (for small ones) or my closet (for big ones). i may have a lot of knives, but somehow I never feel like i have enough. i just love collecting them so much <3
#speculation nation#knives#what this boils down to are. my favorites are: Big Hefty Machete that i managed to stab myself with on accident#by dropping it point-first on my finger (whoops)#a plain silver knife i got from a sketchy shop in gatlinburg (there really are so many there) that just feels SO good to use#a beautiful green dragon knife bc it's well balanced & feels great to open. also pretty.#black stiletto knife just bc i love how it feels in my hand. it's also very pointy#& small black knife bc she's ol' faithful. & great for using for average shit to not freak people out#(imagine if i brought ol' Hefty Rainbow out w/ its glass breaking base & wonderful hooked blade. ppl would give me Looks for sure)#i love many other knives but those r my favs#if i had to pick an ABSOLUTE fav it'd have to be my machete. it having drawn my blood did Not discourage me from loving it#it feels very uhh. idk it makes me feel secure having it nearby#if for nothing else than someone seeing me wield that & being like 'what the FUCK' bc it's kinda pretty intimidating lol.#long and heavy. wouldnt actually be great for combat bc that thin part between the blade & the hilt could snap the moment you hit bone#but good for me i never intend to use my blades for that! it feels comforting mostly as an intimidation factor.#the comfort being like. if someone broke in lol. that's why i sleep with it in my bed frame. so i can have it onhand Just In Case#aka it's like sleeping with a gun under my pillow except i just keep a massive fucking knife next to me instead. works for me#not the longest of my blades but it's the heaviest of my blades by far. i feel very lucky to own it.#anyways this has been the Knife Ramble by yours truly. this took me like 2 hours to gather & take pictures of & write this summary#APPRECIATE MY WORK at documenting my collection. this is the first time ive done this in several years.#wish i'd found that nonbinary knife first... oh well...
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Worried for you every time I see your system bitchcount go up. Get well soon yall
hrk wellâŠ! hiya im yoi!! (yoimiya genshin) and im answering this one cause im the most recent split hehe. honestly its kinda likeâŠ.. i dunno were just trying to cope with stuff i guess! i split back toward the end of our fall semester when shit suddenly got really bad after a really good period, (im talking grade dropped from an 85% to a 59%!!! yikes) and, wellâŠâŠ.im naturally a cheery person! so i think thats just kinda what we needed during a time of extreme stress and disappointment and i know i am sure happy to provide!!
last time someone split before me was shoby (shinobu genshin) and that was back in may when we were finally kicking our really cringe ex to the curb anddddd we needed a strong assertive force to do it! and shobys been really good at actually getting us in the mindset to sit down and do important tasks ever since. :)
so yeah it does suck that a lot of the time we come about cause something huge happens and were like âuh oh, how do we cope with this?â but i think were here for the better and were all like a little family! im happy to be here and im happy to introduce myself to daves friends on tumblr dot com!! and thank you for your concern too, were doing better ^^
đ yoi đ
#whoops sorry it got so long!! i like to talk hehe#but i do really enjoy being here with the rest of brainstuck its really reassuring having a whole system there for you when youre down#for a while i was worried i wasnt actually like⊠real?? since were so fictive-heavy i was like.#almost scared to make myself known? or like. officialize my presence i guess ugh i dunno its hard to explain!!#cause you know. fictive-heavy systems tend to be like âuh oh. am i faking? what if this is just a blorbo i think is neat?â#but⊠apparently a few others in here had the same kinda feelings#tao back in sept 2021#koko in april 2022#hell even our karkat has had some instances where he felt really strange about just. being#but its ok!! were allowed to just⊠*be!* and i had to really internalize that ESPEEECIALLY after everything calmed down after the fact#like âuh oh am i still needed?â typea thing. which isnt a very good feeling :/#but. headmates are so much more beyond being useful at a specific point in time#my headmates are my friends! and i like existing :) its fun. we sing in the car together#which btw i have a really solid handle on my voice now!!! yay!!!!#anyway enough rambling hehe. yoi OUT#ask#anonymous#dave speaks#(well⊠not really!)#dave fictive moment#plural system
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Feeling very Cain from Wolves Den coded right now. Gonna be designing an outfit for him to use for the drawing and so off to firefox I go to search up: "are leather jackets good for hunting" answer is No, so I went to search something else again: "what jacket is good for hunting with a license" (i added the with a license as an afterthought cuz i feel like google wont understand me if i just put hunting on that). Which finally led me to: "shooting jacket mens"
#aria rants#now i have an idea of what to give cain as an outfit. tho i am still thinkin of leather jacket as part of a casual wear thing#i feel like hes a leather jacket type of guy. he gives me those vibes and tbf leather jackets Are pretty stylish!#i like how the shooting jackets look too it seems very comfy which tbf! ya need a considerable amount of arm space after all#that got me thinkin more about the elias drawing hmmmm... i might have to add a certain detail on that#i was thinkin like: they were on a free day where elias is comfy enough to leave its mask at home#but what if on that particular day. the two was supposed to go some place else? thats why cain has his shooting jacket on-- oh but hmmm#i was thinkin like if it was them going smwhr cain would need his equipment and like-- do i wanna draw that?#i can give him One (1) gun. hunting rifle in its case sling on his back then. as a treat. cuz i love him.#gotta return elias' mask tho. but like-- lowered on his chin in that drawing i made cuz that haunting smile#with blood seeping out from the corner of its mouth is important for the scene even more so painful somehow#cuz that means he pulled the mask down itself like ooooo thats some pain right there#i... accidentally rambled a lot on the tags whoops-- did not mean to do that now this post has long tags
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Casual - Spencer Reid
for the CM friends with benefits challenge by @imagining-in-the-margins <3
pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader (no use of y/n)
You thought that your sexcapades with Spencer Reid had meant more to him like they did to you, but after a couple of run ins with his BAU teammates you learn that he really meant 'no attachments.'
word count: just over 5k
content: smut (this is sinful whoops) MINORS DNI - 18+ ONLY: oral (fem receiving), public (ish) sexual acts, unprotected PIV, established FWB situation, drinking (just to the point of being tipsy, consent is still given), language, anxiety, angst.
dividers by @firefly-graphics
now playing: casual by chappell roan
âYou finally made it!â your friend Maddie exclaimed gleefully as you walked into the latest bar that she had decided your small group of friends should try out that evening.Â
Maddieâs girlfriend Celeste elbowed you gently in the ribs before teasingly asking, âWere you hooking up with Mr. FBI agent again?â
âThatâd be, what? The fourth time this month?â Adrianna asked, a slight slur already in her words. She threw an arm around your shoulders and winked exaggeratedly before adding, âAnd itâs only the fifteenth! Get it girl!âÂ
âHa ha, very funny, letâs all gang up on the girl with the best sex life here,â you joked, forcing a smile onto your lips despite the pang of hurt that shot through your gut at the comments. You grabbed a drink menu off the barâs counter before heading back to your groupâs claimed table for the evening, telling your friends, âI actually picked up an extra shift which is why Iâm late and Doctor FBI agent is out of state on a case.â
âAwe, she knows when heâs out on a case, how sweet!â Celeste teased before winking and taking a sip of her brightly colored drink.Â
âYou three are impossible!â you said with a roll of your eyes as you stood up from your spot once more to escape the conversation and order your drink at the bar - a raspberry frozen margarita with sugar rim. Luckily when you got back to the table with your drink, the conversation had turned to Maddie discussing the latest drama at her job, so you sat back and relaxed as you sipped on your first drink of the night.Â
âI canât believe we finished all that paperwork in time to actually go out tonight,â Derek Morgan said as he stretched his arms, stepping out of his car and into the crisp evening air as he once more met up with the other BAU members at a bar the group gravitated toward when they had time to celebrate wins on cases.Â
âRealistically it would have been nearly impossible for us to not get our work done in a timely manner. We got back from the case at ten AM and were all well rested after the flight, so our brains were all in ideal condition to finish the paperwork on time, even accounting for some delays in productivity due to jet lag,â Spencer Reid rambled off as they all walked into the bar, offering a small smile as some of his teammates rolled their eyes playfully in response.Â
âWell all I know is that Iâm getting a bottle of wine to celebrate wrapping that case,â Emily Prentiss commented as she dug through her purse.Â
âWhat about you, pretty boy? Planning on drinking tonight?â Derek asked as he gently shoulder checked the younger man.Â
âJust water,â Spencer replied. âDid you know that during long plane rides you can easily get dehydrated? The humidity within the cabin is usually around ten to twenty percent which is lower than the usual thirty to sixty percent that our bodies are used to. The lower level of humidity causes water to be drawn out of the body and the thirst reflex is diminished so you drink less water while at the same time losing more. Iâm surprised that as a team we arenât more dehydrated overall.â
The conversation was dropped as the team got their drinks ordered and then settled into a round booth at the back of the bar. As Spencer took a sip from his water, his eyes scanned the barâs patrons to see if there were any people they may have to watch out for as the night goes on and more drinks are consumed. The water he was sipping on suddenly went down the wrong pipe though as he spotted a familiar face at the table adjacent to the teamâs. It was you hanging out with a few friends, seeming to have not noticed his arrival. He wasnât too surprised about that though because judging by the glasses on the table you were at least one and a half margaritas in and you already werenât the most observant person when you were distracted anyway.Â
âEverything okay, Spence?â JJ asked while she patted Spencerâs back.Â
Derekâs eyes tracked where Spencerâs had landed and he smirked as he announced to the table, âPretty boy just saw the girl he bangs on his couch.âÂ
There was a quiet cacophony of responses to Derekâs comment the moment it fell from his lips. âRemind me to not sit on your couch ever again,â Emily Prentiss commented with a quiet laugh. âOoh Spence, how serious is this thing?â JJ asked in a sly tone. âIâm glad you found someone, kid,â David Rossi said with a nod and a toast of his glass. âAs long as it isnât going to affect you at work,â their unit chief Aaron Hotchner commented sternly. âSpencerâs dating someone? Why did Derek know this and I didnât?â Penelope Garcia asked with wide eyes.Â
Spencer didnât respond immediately, suddenly overwhelmed by the barrage of comments, so Derek took a moment to dig the hole even deeper by adding, âHe made me swear not to tell baby girl.â He got a mischievous look on his face as he continued, âBut one time when I was at his place getting his go bag while he was busy in the shooting range, I found a bra in his dresser. It took some time but I finally got an answer out of him and it turns out this has been going on for a few months now.â
âSpencer Reid!â Penelope scolded while leaning over and playfully swatting at his hand. âHow could you not tell me? You know I would have run a background check on her to make sure everything checked out!â
âEveryone slow down!â Spencer said, putting his hands up which caused the noise at the table to die down. âShe quite literally ran into me at a coffee shop a few months back but I didnât tell anyone because, wellâŠwe arenât together. Itâs just a casual thing.â
âJust casual? Is she okay with that?â JJ asked, quirking an eyebrow up in question.Â
âShe hasnât said anything against it,â Spencer replied. He glanced over at you laughing with your friends one more time before shaking his head and asking, âCan we change the subject?â
âWhatever you want, player,â Derek said with a chuckle before the conversation moved on to whatever the latest sports news was, prompted by Derekâs reaction to something happening on one of the many TVs hanging around the room.Â
Later that night after you had your fair share of appetizers and drinks, your friends were all starting to head home for the evening. âThank you for coming, we need to do this again soon!â Celeste told you with a fake stern look before she giggled and leaned over into Maddieâs side.Â
âWe do!â you agreed as you grabbed your glass to finish off the last bit of your drink. âGet home safe!â
âYou too!â Maddie said as she attempted to steady Celeste. âYouâre calling a cab right?â
âOf course,â you told her with a nod, raising your glass in a toast as the pair headed off toward the door, following Adrianna outside.Â
After finishing off your drink, you stood up, trying to balance as well as you could as you grabbed your clutch off of the table and went to the bar to pay off your tab. You werenât completely drunk, but you were definitely tipsy and you were naturally clumsy, so nights like this were always an interesting time, especially when you were in heels. When you got to the bar to pay though, you were surprised to be informed that your tab was already paid for. âWho did that?â you asked the bartender, your eyebrows furrowing together in confusion. Adrianna was just about finished with but still in law school and Celeste was a teacher so you could never ask them to pay for your drinks. Maddie was a paralegal and made a good salary but still, you made enough on your own to pay for your drinks, so whoâŠ?Â
Your question was answered though when you felt a familiar pair of hands glide along your waist and land on your hips. You turned your head the slightest bit and an immediate heat flooded your body as you whispered, âSpencer⊠Hi. I thought I heard your voice earlier. When did you get back?â Your emotions were conflicted at his sudden appearance because you had overheard him talking with his group of friends earlier and it had honestly upset you, but now that he was practically wrapped around you, your mind flooded with memories of his hands on your body in the most intimate wayâŠ
âJust got back this morning. The team met up here to celebrate and I was surprised to see you here,â he replied. His voice lowered and his lips grazed the shell of your ear as he mumbled, âYou look irresistible in that dress by the way.â
âIâŠThank you,â you breathed, feeling your heart rate increase as his hands massaged your hips. âAnd thanks for paying for my drinks, you didnât have toâŠâ
âBut I wanted to,â he told you, gently nipping at your ear lobe which made your cunt clench around nothing in desperation for more of his touch. Truth be told, it had been a week since you and Spencer last hooked up and you hated to admit that you had gotten dependent on his touch lately.Â
Your impure thoughts were interrupted by a low whistle piercing the air, and your head snapped in the direction it came from, to see two people you recognized from pictures in Spencerâs apartment. They must be from the BAU as well. You made eye contact with the perky looking blonde woman and offered a smile as the man beside her asked, âPretty boy, why donât you introduce us to your friend here?âÂ
âOh, I-I thought everyone had left,â Spencer said, instantly making space between the two of you. You looked at Spencerâs panicked expression that quickly changed into something more neutral as he introduced you by name and then said to you, âThese are two other members of the BAU. Derek Morgan and Penelope Garcia.â
âItâs nice to meet you two,â you told them, a smile on your face as you raised your hand in greeting. âPenelope, youâre the tech girl right?â you asked after a few moments of going through your memories of what little Spencer had told you about his job.Â
âThatâs me! Resident tech genius because boy genius here refuses to get to know technology!â she replied chipperly.Â
âOh trust me, I know,â you said with a giggle, leaning into Spencerâs side as you remembered the last time you two had gotten lonely at the odd hours of night and wanted to video chat each other to get off. Spencer struggled to get the video call to work and it had ended up being muted for a few minutes before you finally got him to unmute himself so you could hear everything his surprisingly filthy mouth had to say to you.Â
âWell itâs nice to finally meet the girl who is getting pretty boy out of his shell,â Derek said, flashing you an award winning smile.Â
âItâs nice to meet you too. Iâm glad you all are keeping him safe out there in the field,â you replied.Â
âAll in a dayâs work,â Derek said with a chuckle. He checked his watch before exaggeratedly yawning and telling Penelope, âWell baby girl, I think we should get going. Donât want to hold these two up any longer than we already have. You two have a good one.â
âThanks Derek,â Spencer mumbled as he watched the pair walk off and out the door. You watched as Spencerâs eyes did another sweep of the bar before his attention was back on you, turning you toward him and pulling you into his front, his hands snaking their way around to your ass and giving a light squeeze as he returned to kissing your ear and neck.Â
Your hopeful thoughts from the conversation with Derek and Penelope were instantly abandoned and replaced instead by flashes of your intimate moments with Spencer over the last few months. Your hands drifted upward with one resting on his shoulder and the other lacing into his cropped hair as you let out a quiet moan in Spencerâs ear before asking, âTake me home?â
âGod yes,â Spencer whispered, pulling away and turning you around so you were in front of him. To anyone watching it would look like he was simply helping you keep your balance as the alcohol in your system continued to impair your coordination, but only you knew the real reason for the closeness. So as you walked the block to the parking lot, you occasionally let your ass rub against the growing problem in Spencerâs slacks which earned low groans and a squeeze of your hips as you two made your way to Spencerâs car which was tucked away at the back of the lot away from other cars.Â
When you got there, Spencer pinned you against the side of his car and his lips were on yours in an instant. After a few seconds, he pulled away for a moment and between panting breaths he asked, âIs this okay? Youâve been drinking, I didnât want to-â
âYou arenât taking advantage of me,â you promised before he could complete his sentence. âI only had two margaritas and a shot and a ton of food. If you want to breathalyze me, agent, go ahead, but I promise you Iâm all here and Iâve missed your hands on me.â As you said this, you carefully hooked one leg around Spencerâs waist and pulled your hips closer together with a smirk gracing your lips.Â
âI trust you,â he whispered before your lips crashed together again. You once more laced one hand into his curls and used the other to pull him closer as your tongues began lapping into each otherâs mouth, desperation and pure need guiding your actions. Shocks of pleasure began flowing down to your core and you felt light headed as Spencer rutted his hips into yours, seemingly desperate for any sort of friction. The moment that his hard cock brushed against your cunt you let out another moan that was swallowed by Spencerâs mouth before he was moving one of his hands from the grip he had on your ass.
Within seconds you heard the tell-tale sign of the car doors unlocking and Spencer was opening the door for you to get in. Rather than going over to his side to quickly drive to one of your apartments though, he instead pulled at the levers at the base of the passenger seat and began scooting the seat backward and flat, sending you into a near laying position and dizzying your senses. âSpencer, what-?â you asked as you regained your composure after a few moments.Â
âI canât wait,â was his reply before he began tucking himself into the now more open floorboard and pulling your panties down your legs.Â
âWhat about- What if weâre caught-? Your job-!â you managed to get out in clipped sentences.Â
âNo cameras, no cars near us, itâs fine,â he replied quickly. âI just need to taste you,â he added, his voice almost dark with desire which had your cunt clenching around nothing again as your own desire overtook your anxiety about getting caught.
He hooked your legs over his shoulders and pulled your hips close to his face before you felt the flat of his tongue on you, going from your entrance to your clit before he stopped there and began focusing on your most sensitive bundle of nerves. You let out a sinful noise as one hand gravitated toward his hair to hold him close as he began sucking on your clit, not wanting to let go of the feeling.Â
After a few breathtaking moments, Spencer pulled away slightly and mumbled, âYouâre so wet, fuckâŠâ The vibrations of his voice on your core made a high pitched cry escape your lips and he chuckled before asking, âYou like that?â
âGod yes,â you replied breathlessly as your chest heaved as the pleasure began to build already in the pit of your stomach. âI missed you,â you found yourself confessing as your hips bucked up to meet his tongue as he returned to his assault of your dripping cunt. Spencerâs only response was to shift and add two fingers to the mix which caused you to cry out his name as he hooked them skillfully, hitting the spot he knew could make you fall apart within seconds if he got it just right. âOh fuck, right there- Spencer, I- shitâŠâÂ
âCome on baby,â he mumbled against you as his long fingers began stroking his target within you, causing the tight coiling feeling in your abdomen to increase more and more.Â
It all became too much when Spencer began kitten licking at your clit at the same time and the coil snapped, sending waves of pleasure crashing over your body as your orgasm ripped through you. A loud moan slipped past your lips as your grip on his hair tightened and Spencer pulled his fingers out quickly before beginning to lap at your cunt like a man starved, holding down your erratically bucking hips as you slowly began coming down from your high. Overstimulation took over after a few moments and you gently pushed Spencerâs head away as you panted, trying to catch your breath. Spencer obliged, pulling away and wiping his face with the back of his hand before sucking the remnants of you from his fingers as he chuckled.Â
You joined in on his laughter after a few seconds and the question that had been on your mind all night slipped past your lips, âIs it casual now?â Knowing it was a loaded question though, you panicked and quickly pulled Spencer up and into a kiss before he could answer. For good measure, you made sure to keep him preoccupied by teasing him as he drove you back to your apartment where he made sure to thoroughly make up for his week away on the case.Â
A few weeks had passed and you were out with your girls again to celebrate Adrianna finally graduating law school. It had been a long and arduous journey for her, but she made it! So before she had to buckle down once more to study for the bar exam, the four of you went out to a nice, new Italian restaurant that had opened only a couple of weeks prior. The restaurant had great reviews, and most importantly to Adiranna, an excellent wine list. So the four of you celebrated with delicious pasta, only one glass of wine for you, and began on dessert - a tiramisu that smelled heavenly.Â
As the dessert was being brought out by what seemed like half the kitchen staff who were all warmly congratulating Adrianna, your eyes drifted past them when you heard a distinct nickname being called out teasingly from across the restaurant. Pretty boy. You made eye contact with the man in question and like an instinct your heart rate began to increase and heat began to pool down into your core. It was a Pavlovian response at this point, as Spencer had explained to you the first time you brought up the fact that you would get turned on at the mere sight of him, even if it was in no way sexual. You averted your eyes a moment later and bit your lip as you shifted in your seat, thighs rubbing together to try and alleviate some of the tension building in your core.Â
âYou okay?â Maddieâs voice asked, breaking through the flashes of when Spencer dragged five orgasms out of you that night after the bar.Â
âJust a headache, red wine doesnât really agree with me,â you told in a half-truth. Red wine really wasnât your forte, but it was what Adrianna wanted so thatâs what you had been sipping on slowly throughout the meal. âI think Iâm gonna head to the restroom to take a Motrin, Iâll be back. Maybe the lights will be a bit less harsh in there.â
âMaybe so. Iâll make sure to save you some tiramisu,â Maddie said as you stood up and began making your way across the restaurant to where you noticed the restrooms were earlier. You werenât really going to the restroom to take some medicine or get away from what really wasnât even that harsh of lighting in the dining area. There was some part of you that hoped that even from across the restaurant Spencer could tell that you needed him and would get the message to meet you in there.Â
Of course as you passed the table Spencer was at, it was filled with the rest of the BAU members, most of whose attention was on the man animatedly talking about the wine and pasta selections. You thought you had gone unnoticed until you heard a low wolf whistle before the comment, âGo and get some loving, pretty boy.â
âShut it!â you heard the distinct voice of Penelope snap as you kept your head down and made your way to your destination.Â
Right as your hand reached up to push the restroom door open, you looked back to see if Spencer had followed you like you hoped, and to your bodyâs joy he did. Glancing at his lips as he wet them with his tongue, you felt the dampness in your underwear growing as your breathing began to pick up its pace along with your heart. âHey,â you said simply.Â
âDid you want to-?â was all Spencer asked before you nodded vigorously which earned you his lips as he gently pushed you into the single person restroom before locking the door. Spencerâs hands were on you in an instant, one diving into the low v-cut of your dress and beginning to massage your breast, thumb flicking over your already hard nipple as you moaned into his mouth. âIf I knew you would have been here I may have dressed a bit nicer,â Spencer commented as he moved from kissing your lips to your neck, your hands desperately roaming his frame as he explored yours.Â
âYou always look amazing,â you told him earnestly as he hiked you up onto the sinkâs counter space and pulled the strap of your dress down your shoulder so he would have better access to your chest. âOh, God, SpencerâŠâ you whispered as he took your sensitive bud into his mouth and began sucking. It wasnât long before he moved on from the nipple to the surrounding skin and started to bite and suck which you desperately hoped would leave a mark. You loved it when he marked you because it made things feel more permanent, even if just for a few days.
Before you knew it, your legs were being nudged apart and Spencerâs fingers were teasing your entrance as he asked, âAre you ready?â
âPlease,â you begged. The sound was breathy and high-pitched, but you didnât care much about how desperate you sounded because you knew the sounds you made drove Spencer crazy.Â
âTurn around,â he said in a low voice as he helped you jump off of the counter. You didnât even get the opportunity to tease Spencer or spread his own arousal over his head before you were being bent over the counter with your panties pushed aside as he quickly shoved into your throbbing core. Your moan was muffled as Spencerâs large hand came around and covered your mouth and he gritted out, âWe donât have long.â
You whimpered into Spencerâs hand as he pounded into you from behind, your exposed breast occasionally grazing against the cold countertop causing the most delicious mix of pleasure to course through your body. He always felt so big from behind and tonight was no exception, but the rate and rhythm that he was going at had the coil in your core building quickly. âSpencer, oh, fuck! I-â
âIâm close too,â was Spencerâs grunted out response as the grip he had on your hip tightened as his thrusts began to get sloppy. You donât know if it was because of the prospect of getting caught, or what, but after a few more thrusts, Spencer was already losing it, whispering, âBaby, I- Shit, shit, shit! Iâm coming, fuck-âÂ
You felt his hot release filling you up and you let out a moan in response, so close to your own peak, but instead of continuing his ministrations like he normally would, Spencer pulled out and began cleaning himself up. You stood there speechless for a moment, still bent over the counter with your heart racing and chest heaving as you recovered from your almost orgasm. Spencer had never left you hanging like that. Maybe to edge you to try and get your body to do what it still hadnât managed to, but never to deny you an orgasm.Â
Spencer approached you from behind once more and recovered your core with your underwear before beginning to straighten up your dress to help you look presentable. He turned you around and placed a gentle kiss on your lips before chuckling and telling you, âI think you may want to fix your makeup a bit.â
âI-I will,â you quietly agreed with a nod, watching as he ducked his head and left you in the bathroom alone, hot, bothered, and honestly a bit pissed off. You quickly relocked the door and went to the restroom, trying to rid your underwear and body of the traces he left behind with his abrupt finish. After cleaning up, you went to work fixing your makeup as best you could and hoped that with all of the wine in their system your friends wouldnât notice that it was slightly less perfect than when the night began.Â
As you quietly made your way out of the restroom, you froze when you heard Derekâs voice coming from around the corner as he asked, âThat love toy of yours treating you well?âÂ
Your blood ran cold as Spencer responded, âOh, I- uh- Yeah. She is.â
âMy man!â Derek said with a bright laugh before the conversation was prompted to return to non-sexual topics by someone else at the table.Â
You felt your shoulders slump as your eyes casted themselves down to the floor and you just wanted a sinkhole to open up beneath you and swallow you whole. A sense of dread began to fill your body and your head began to feel heavy as your anxiety started to climb. Trying to breathe through the dizzying feeling, you kept your eyes down as you made your way past the table Spencer was sat at. When you reached your friends, you offered a small smile before telling them, âThe headache is just getting worse, I think I need to get going. Iâm sorry to be a downerâŠâ
âHey itâs okay! Get to feeling better!â Maddie told you, offering a smile to try and comfort you.Â
âThanks,â you said as you reached into your small purse and pulled out a few bills that should more than cover your fair share of the meal. âCongrats again, Adri. You earned it!â you told her with a fake chipperness in your voice that you hoped was convincing.Â
Once that exchange was over, you quickly made your way out of the restaurant and into the cool night air, trying to convince your lungs to take deep breaths before a full blown panic attack set in. You should have known that all of this with Spencer was too good to be true. You should have known that he just wanted you for sex and nothing more.Â
Even though you know you shouldnât have, after that night meeting Derek and Penelope, you had let your mind wander just a bit and had imagined a little life with Spencer. An apartment smack between both of your jobs, going to the movies together, reading in silence on the couch, maybe even him showing you off at some team party after they closed a particularly hard case. But clearly none of that was in the cards for him⊠It was just a fantasy you had built in your head.
How did you let this drag on for so long? You pride yourself on being a strong and independent person and for the longest time had sworn off dating after the last disaster that had ruined your life. Yet here you were letting Spencer come crashing into your life, upturning everything you had built for yourself. A searing hatred started to rise in your chest, but it wasnât directed toward Spencer. It was for yourself.
Your thoughts were interrupted though when a gentle hand was placed on your upper arm to get your attention. Just turning to look at Spencer made you dizzy once again and you braced yourself against the building to keep from falling. âAre you okay?â Spencer asked. âYouâre still on the pill right? I didnât even think about asking, I-â
âYes Iâm still on the stupid pill,â you choked out through your tight throat that felt like it was threatening to close up any moment.Â
âThen whatâs-?â he tried but you interrupted him.Â
âI just thought you thought of me better than a âlove toyâŠââ you whispered, the sound barely audible.Â
Spencer reached for your hand and squeezed it gently which made your heart soar, but it came crashing down once again when he softly reminded you, âNo attachments, remember?â
Panic reared its ugly head again as that dreadful feeling threatened to overwhelm you. So before you could break down in front of Spencer in front of the restaurant, you jerked your hand away and sharply told him, âYou can go to Hell, Spencer ReidâŠâÂ
a/n: phew, that was... something! i think i need to go touch some grass... anyways, when i was plotting this, i couldn't help but think of another song that ended up causing their backstory, so i'm going to start writing a part two to this called 'butterfly effect' because i don't like unhappy endings. i hope to see you there! likes and comments are always appreciated!
xo, brooke :)
part two - butterfly effect
#mentioningmargins#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid x you#spencer reid#spencer reid smut#criminal minds oneshot#criminal minds#spencer reid angst
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"what about possession?"
"what about it?"
"can we do it?"
and then, no, not really, because you'd assume that would take hopping into a person's head and grabbing the steering wheel. rough already knew his hands weren't tangible anymore, and he figured that probably extended to the rest of him, too - clothes included. he didn't want to ask about that part aloud, in case the fabric suddenly remembered it was supposed to be abiding by the laws of physics and just sloughed off him.
anyway, he tried hopping into the nearest person, which was a little like going from a hot tub to a swimming pool - shockingly cold, panicky, and a brief stunned stillness that left him standing there as the unwitting victim kept walking. the only indication they'd felt anything was a slight jerk of their head, which rough recognized as a sudden chill that made your body spazz out - at least, that's how he interpreted it. he elected not to ask aleth if that's what all those were.
he tried again on another person, only to be left shivering in their wake.
"the shock to the system on both ends makes it sort of impossible," aleth explained. rough went to grab her hand, but she didn't offer one. right, the intangibility. "usually you're supposed to move on before you've practiced enough to be able to handle it -"
"which you haven't done."
"shut up. but it's also kind of uncouth, i want to say? it's weird to be in charge of someone else, even in theory, so it's just not done."
"because you can't or because you won't?"
"there's no reason to in the first place, so why worry about it?"
"ghost?"
ghost shrugged. "i've tried a few times when i got bored, and they were more suggestible, but that's it. i didn't have total control or anything."
"and they've stopped doing it," aleth added, in a tone that made it clear the stopping wasn't ghost's choice.
"does it always feel that bad?" rough asked.
"describe bad," ghost said, earning a frown from aleth.
"like, i know it's a shock to the system, but the freezing cold part? like jumping into a swimming pool from a hot tub?" yeah, sue me - it's my story to tell, i'm allowed to use the same metaphor twice.
aleth and ghost traded a glance, and rough tried not to explode internally at how they'd apparently developed their own silent language in the time he'd been gone. the time they'd been gone, he supposed, since he was there and they weren't. what was there even to say, anyway, with ghost's expressions hid behind blank, sharpied-on eyes?
"it varies," aleth finally concluded.
"what's it like for you, then?"
"different."
"suffocating," ghost supplied. this afforded them another frown from aleth, coupled with a glare and a slight shake of her head. "but different, mostly."
#whoops this got long i was gonna do a bullet ramble but here we are#labhrambles#r&t#r&t: scene#r&t: mechanics#tunglr deleted all my saved tags again :^(((#anyway i think it feels similar to how you died#if not exactly the same - hence why rough's feels like water but not like drowning#got to ghost's suffocation on accident but i'm down for it tbh with the sheet and all#we actually hit on a lot on accident here#we got the third pov past tense with a sprinkle of first present (rough telling the story)#we got some lore we got interaction between ghost and aleth indicating theyve discussed this before#we got the fact that ghosts can feel sensations and affect the living (but the recoil is worse than the shot)#this was supposed to be like. two sentences 'possession is possible but very difficult and feels bad'#what happened lmao
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#THANK YOOOOU#also re literacy: we learn he wrote reports in the moogle tribe quests#and his vocabulary and dialect is more ''posh'' Ishgardian than it is country or Brume#he's not stupid he's not any of that stuff#he's just not super gabby and I imagine he's feeling awkward around all the academic Scions#he chimes in plenty anyway often with a more practical or intuitive view#(and he's autistic coded to me so that's part of the selective socializing in my eyes)
YES EXACTLY. YOU GET ME.
I only brought up the "we don't fully know" mostly because of specifics like what level of functional reading vs functional writing, but that mention of the reports is another thing people completely skip over: the Azure Dragoon wasn't just...whoever killed dragons the best. Their role within the Knights Dragoon was that of the top commander, which meant organizational skills, reports, etc. Estinien was effectively in a similar position to Aymeric, just exclusively within the Knights Dragoon compared to the wider Temple Knights and Ishgardian military. That's a big fucking deal!
But back on literacy, that point exactly. He's still got the mid-upper class Ishgardian speak compared to how they write Brumites or rural people regardless of where they're from. He speaks like his adoptive father, who - as an aside - is a minor Lord, because House Bale is a minor house thus Alberic is still nobility to an extent. Meaning Estinien wouldn't be escaping stuff to do with reading or writing; he's just stuck with the frustrating thing of potentially a later in life learning. It's still very likely that he knew how to read even prior to being taken in by Alberic, as reading was a more common skill than writing (we just link the two together these days and take it for granted). He may have also had rudimentary writing skills, but that's something we do not really fully know - kids in xiv tend to talk about "learning their letters" if they're from places like upper Ishgard compared to places like rural La Noscea, which is where I'm basing this thought from. Regardless, a shift from farm kid, to troubled teen being raised by a guy from a minor house, to an adult and fairly high ranking officer with Lots of paperwork is a fairly drastic shift. And if you aren't used to something like, I dunno, writing? It's physically painful.
This is again something we take for granted because writing is taught pretty early on, but scribes were a legitimate profession due to it not being a common skill. Writing was a separate skill from reading, so many people hired scribes. Additional and related piece of information: writing is such a physically intensive task that the bones of scribes are physically warped compared to people who didn't write whatsoever. The action has your tendons create new connection points in your phalanges, and actually elongates them over time for more surface to grab onto. So if you're a late learner, that's more painful. If you didn't write a lot and now suddenly have a large workload, that is also going to be very physically painful. I see a lot of interpretations of "Estinien doesn't send letters" as him being illiterate or a dickhead, but I don't think that's really fair to him. Now, I do personally write him as someone who now avoids writing when possible due to how much it does hurt, but even with that he's not illiterate! He definitely reads, he can definitely write - it's just looking to his circumstances and trying to figure out something that makes sense within my writing.
I derailed a lot there, but it's absolutely that point about what group he's in now: he's the odd one out, and really only able to relate to the WoL and kind of Thancred - otherwise, he's at a loss. He's not one to hang out in groups anyways, but a group of scholars is beyond anything he would seek out. He can't contribute much to conversation and debate, so why bother speaking when the others are more valuable in that task? He sees himself as being more useful when it concerns action, and this is shown countless times as the one to actually act instead of standing around theorizing. He knows what to say and when, he knows when to act or went to talk - he just talks when he's not intruding on more important matters. He's very opinionated, he just doesn't try and intrude?? Action over theorizing, and chatting for when there isn't anything to do.
And hey!! Similar brain! I'm sure I'm slipping autistic stuff in there w/o fully realizing it, but I'm very intentionally writing him as ADHD as so much of his actions post hvw scream RSD. Which just makes it more important with regards to how I write him to not portray him as stupid or illiterate with that intentional inclusion of ADHD (and probably also autism). The guy's not dumb, he just doesn't think or act the same way that the Scions do. He's at his most chatty when its one-on-one, and he's at his most curt and quiet when there's stuff going on within a large group. None of that means super quiet, curt or even dumb ÂŻ\_(ă)_/ÂŻ
one of the things that gets me about fanon lens - especially when you entrench yourself so much in a fan version of a character - is how a character can just slowly be stripped of what they are and who they are because of the self referential nature of fanworks (which isn't inherently bad, don't misunderstand; neglected characters can have new life breathed into them)
which is a long way of getting to: where did people get the idea that estinien's not one to talk, or is bad at effectively talking? I don't mean selectively mute hcs, i mean just very curt. like he's not as flowery as many of the scions or even compared to aymeric, but he's still dramatic and talks a lot. he's precise when he needs to be and extremely blunt, but just because of that doesn't mean he won't ramble
like his whole tangent about where he is today because of the wol right before the Dead Ends in Ultima Thule. his chattiness seems to fluctuate with how comfortable he is with someone, so i'm not really sure where "estinien's bad with words" came from?
he's no politician, but he's good at saying what needs to be said and saying it in a way that matters. yes, there is the whole aymeric thing but avoiding a difficult conversation rooted in guilt isn't the same as being bad at talking. he clearly knows how to get to people - especially to antagonize them into action (see: tiamat, azdaja) - so where did this come from?
#original#reblog#estinien#ffxiv#final fantasy xiv#i got sidetracked there because we talked about this stuff in some of my favorite college courses#which hiLARIOUSLY werent even really about this subject#there was the mid-medieval art class but also phenomenology in medieval art which was where my professor brought up the fact that like#we kinda take reading and writing as a conjoined skill and take it for granted when that was the furthest from the case back when these#religious texts were being complied and everything. so most people could read but writing was an entirely different matter#the other was forensic anthropology lmfAO#we were talking about how you can kinda spot occupational damage in skeletons from how muscles and tendons create new points of attachment#based on your usage. eg body builders would see that change. scribes see that. etc etc#im a giant fucking nerd who really liked academia and wanna go back okay#THE POINT is that unless your character is used to writing for long periods of time it is a Very Painful Task#this is also coming from someone who had carpal tunnel surgery this year. shit's damaging.#wouldnt be surprised if - in the case that estinien Is avoiding writing because of this pain - that he finds injuries like that ridiculous#because he has all these nearly life-ending scars and other sustained injures and it's his /hands/ that are giving him hell? from /writing/#yeah guess what he's gonna cut out from his life now that he doesn't need to anymore#idk i care about this topic a lot - especially because of all the adult literacy programs that are in my area that i've been around#not in them just in proximity to due to volunteering at libraries A Lot#it's a p serious thing but Im Rambling whoops
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chengsheng picks favorties, and she's not secretive about it. she's also not secretive about the fact that when you're around, it isn't baizhu either.
living in liyue for as long as you have should've meant your body was used to traversing the constant air influxes of going up and down mountains and large rock formations by now. however, contrary to what you believe to be the case, your body simply did not listen. really, it didn't listen to anything you want it to do.
it was always something. lightheadedness, severe headaches, congestion that made your eyes ache, stiff and swollen joints and muscles, small scrapes and bruises from whatever tumble you may have taken. anything that could happen always seemed to be the case with you when you walked through the door to bubu pharmacy.
it took no time at all for herbalist gui to learn your face and name. even qiqi could remember your face with her poor memory. with your regular visits, gui first suspected you were faking your aliments. of course, you could easily see how he could come to such an accusation. even you thought once or twice that you were just overthinking things, that it wasn't bad... until it was, and your conditions worsen with no kind of treatment at all.
the first time you met baizhu, you were standing rather unamused- and slightly zoned out- from yet another lecture from gui on how you need to be more careful or else you'll make the pharmacy run out of stock. he should be glad that business is practically booming with you around. instead, he was laying it on thick today... not that you were paying much attention.
"ah, so this is who the mysterious person qiqi claims needs herbs so frequently is."
you don't think you'll ever be able to forget how amused he sounded from behind you. or the look on gui's face as his boss interrupts his rambling that definitely could look like berating to anyone who wasn't used to seeing him interact with your near-daily medicine runs. you should've had a kamera on hand for such an expression.
you'll never forget exactly how awed you were to see the owner of such a renowned pharmacy for the first time either. a part of you was almost skeptical of how young he was, but then again age never equated to intelligence anyway, so that thoughtless nonsense was easily tossed out of your mind.
"yes, i guess that would be me," you sheepishly told him. "my apologies for the... neediness? for lack of better words."
"not at all. what is medicine good for if not to treat someone? it's actually quite relieving to finally put a face with a name."
"qiqi sspeakss of them sso often i almosst asssumed they were another one of her missunderstandingss." the secondary voice that no doubt came from the white snake around the doctor's neck shocked you for a moment. blinking as if taking in the absurdity of it, you easily accepted that the snake could talk.
this was teyvat where people could be born hybrids, having psychical traits of of species of being. not to mention liyue, where you knew of at least two adeptus running around the harbor. this shouldn't come as much of a shock.
"sorry about that too," the silent- i think?- you refused to tack on to the end of your sentence was left unspoken but clearly seen in your eyes. was that something to apologize for? in truth, the whole situation felt quite awkward so all you could do was talk to fill the silence. the silence that wasn't very silent anyway.
you had since stepped off to the side so gui could talk to another patron coming to pick up their prescription with the babble of the city just outside. if you didn't feel it would be rude, you would've just left and called it a day- even if you hadn't actually gotten your needed medicine from the herbalist at the desk yet. he had been too busy nagging you to hand it over before baizhu's sudden appearance.
luckily for you, baizhu was also intelligent enough he could read a room.
"please wait here. i'll go and fetch whatever medicine you need today." you make a small noise of acknowledgment before offering a small okay as he walks behind the counter and takes a paper from gui that probably had recommended herbs and salves scribbled on it for your treatment.
feeling like you just fumbled the first interaction with the pharmacy's owner, you sighed and pushed a finger to your temples before going outside. leaning yourself on the railing just outside the building, you bore yourself into counting the steps leading up to it. always getting a different answer each time since there were so many. you were so invested in your stair counting that when baizhu reappears in your peripherals with a small drawstring pouch of presumed herbs, you feel yourself flinch.
"i didn't mean to startle you," he chuckles as you gently take the pouch from him, using your other hand to dig around for the mora you know you now owe.
"it's fine. i was too engrossed in counting."
"counting?"
"the stairs."
"did you come to a final count?" he entertains.
"not even close," you say as you place the correct amount of shiny mora into his palm while watching chengsheng readjust herself by slithering once around his shoulders.
after that day, baizhu was around more often when you would stop by. your semi-normal medical pick-ups soon extend into medical treatment personally offered by baizhu in the pharmacy's back room, along with prolonged conversations to fill the free time he could offer. it was during these conversations that chengsheng decided that among the humans living in liyue, you were her favorite.
she preferred you over others so much that when you would come by the pharmacy, she would immediately demand to coil around you instead of her normal seat upon baizhu's shoulders. she would only keep to baizhu when you were around if his chi levels were running wild and she was confined to her job of maintaining them.
today was no exception to her favoritism.
you had once again shown up to bubu pharmacy, but this time not for whatever ails you, but for your annual checkup. you never used to bother with them, but shockingly enough gui had lectured you one year about it- so, to save yourself the ear strain it would be best to just get it over with.
walking up the outrageously long stairs to the pharmacy entrance, you sigh and rub your neck with a rather lackluster greeting to the open space of the front desk.
"okay gui, i'm here." you almost sigh, like keeping track with your health was such an inconvenience. dropping your arm and raising your view, you see all three of the bubu population together- which was almost rare considering they all have their own agendas to deal with near daily. "wow," you start with a smile at seeing them all, "it's like a party in here."
gui shakes his head at your lame attempt at what he assumes is a joke while qiqi abandons her post to waltz up to your side and grab the fabric that hung around your waist; a habit she's developed since you've been around more often. you're not sure why she does it, maybe it makes her feel secure or something, you weren't sure. you don't mind it regardless. you always accept her small act of presumed affection with your palm resting on her talisman tagged hat and small greeting.
baizhu blithely crosses his arms over his chest at seeing how attached qiqi has become of you. he has the hunch that even outside of the pharmacy you were pretty well-known because you were someone easily likeable, but to capture the attention of his little qiqi? color him impressed. still, he was pleased you had formed a connection with her and gui. even baizhu himself found himself enjoying your company more than he did before. each time was better than the last.
"it's lovely to see you again," the owner speaks as he uncrosses his arms into a more relaxed manner of stance. "gui informed me that you can be rather stubborn when it comes to these kinds of matters. I was worried i'd have to go and find you myself."
"i don't think you would have to go that far. even if i didn't show up today, i would've been back eventually. then you could've tied me up and thrown me into a forced state of compliance."
"that wouldn't be very hospitable of a doctor, i'm afraid."
a small tug on your hip directs your attention downwards as qiqi looks up at you.
"doctor baizhu will be taking care of you today," she says slowly, almost lethargically. you blink a few times in confusion for a moment before nodding to her.
"really now? what an a honor." it wasn't often baizhu did things like this, such common checkups were handled mostly by gui. you wonder if chengsheng kicked up some sort of fuss about it? 'nevermind,' you shake your head and internalize your thoughts, 'it doesn't matter.'
"best not to waste much more time," baizhu says, rounding the counter and coming up to your side before replacing your hand with his own on qiqi's head. "run along now, qiqi." she's quick to obey and gui returns to whatever it is he does all day long. you're ushered out and soon back to the room you've been in thousands of times before.
just like normal, you sat yourself down in one of the two stools baizhu keeps at his desk. just like normal, baizhu offers you tea for your time and just like normal you accept. just like normal, he walks back and forth along the many shelves of herbs and equipment for what he needs for the day's work. and just like normal, chengsheng is slithering down baizhu's outstretched arm, onto the desk and then quickly up yours as you offer it to her.
"aw, i've missed you too chengsheng," you coo. she always hisses when you treat her like a common snake, but it wasn't like she was going to do anything about it. another perk of being the favorite.
"it'ss just nicce to not be coiled around a man who smellss like grasss all the time," she plays off as she coils comfortably around your shoulders and even curling up your head to pass through your hair. most definitely forming knots in her wake.
as baizhu comes back to your side, you watch as he places his required items down.
"it never gets easier," you say.
"and what exactly are you talking about?"
"how... empty you look without chengsheng."
baizhu chuckles.
"yes, well, it feels as empty as it looks." he looks at the pearl white snake around you, clearly nuzzling into you more than him, and he smiles warmly at it. "she looks much better wrapped around you, than me."
"uh-huh," you scoff, bringing your palm up to cup her head and lightly nudging her away from your ear. she was making your skin tingle with her scales against the small sensitive limb. "i totally believe you."
"i've never spoken a word of a lie to you."
you always applaud yourself for not absolutely losing your cool for the things that could come out of baizhu's mouth. the way he can easily say things that were well past embarrassing without so much as blinking was almost awe-inspiring. if you didn't know any better, you'd think sometimes he was flirting with you- but it was baizhu and he was always kind and polite to anyone. that was just who he was.
your checkup runs smoothly and even though nothing can fix your accident-prone lifestyle, you were still healthy and ready to take on more scraps and falls.
now, the hardest part of every pharmacy visit was about to commence. convincing chengsheng to return to her contractor without much fuss.
"chengsheng," you nervously say her name with a slight shake in your voice. she was always a sassy snake, but when she didn't get to indulge in what she wanted, which was simply snuggly laying around your shoulders for just a while longer... she could be a handful. "you know you can't leave with me."
she meets you nowhere with silence- not even attempting to meet you halfway somewhere. nope, she's leaving you high and dry. baizhu watches with half amused eyes, a hand on his hip and the other reached out to brush against her scales.
"what if i walked our dear y/n home? would you willingly part with them then?"
"what?" baizhu had never walked you home before, you always insisted he not since he was a busy man, and it wasn't like you couldn't take care of yourself. this opportunity easily hooked the snake's attention as she lifted her previously curled head and looked at her contractor- you know, the man she was supposed to be unwaveringly loyal to.
"do we have a deal?" he chided, knowing that eventually she was going to let you go one way or the other. whether it be now by him prying her off you physically or walking you home and having her come back willingly. her forked tongue flicked out before coiling one full rotation around your neck and up your head, so her reptilian 'chin' sat on your crown.
"if i must," which was chengsheng for 'yes, we do'.
so, with you and chengsheng waiting at the top of the stone stairs, baizhu popped inside to inform gui and qiqi he would be stepping out for a bit. qiqi had peaked around the open front and waved goodbye to you, which you returned happily before baizhu came to your side. his hand came to hover at your back, so close you could almost feel his palm but never actually touching, and offered you start taking steps ahead of him.
back from inside the pharmcy at the desk, qiqi walked back to gui's side as they both watched their boss walk off with you.
"qiqi likes when y/n is around," she speaks monotonously- but she meant it.
"yeah," gui agrees, watching both your heads disappear further down the stairs with chengsheng still clinging to you. "you aren't the only one," he chuckles.
chengsheng picks favorties, and she's not secretive about it. her contractor, however- even if he thinks he's being slick about it- cannot hide that he does too.
and wouldn't you believe it? all evidence always leads back to you.
#genshin impact#baizhu x reader#baizhu fluff#baizhu genshin impact#genshin impact x reader#baizhu x y/n#baizhu x you#genshin impact baizhu#baizhu headcanons#baizhu drabble#baizhu fic
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Whoop I finished my reverse Damsel idea. I briefly discussed her in two other posts but Iâm going to go further into her here with a better grasp on what sheâs about
Pretty long ramble below, so watch out.
Basically, instead of warning her/resisting the Narrator in chapter 1, you, thinking you canât overpower him, attempt to slay yourself. The Princesses stares at you in horror as you cut into your own neck (this is the route where you donât initially bring the knife so sheâs the more sympathetic version).
She attempts to wrench the blade from you because she has no idea why youâre doing this and doesnât want you to die. Whether or not she gets the knife though doesnât matter, because itâs too late and you die.
(Still am stuck on what sort of voice I want. Had a lot of suggestions on stuff like a Martyr sort of voice or one similar to the old Meek voice but the problem mostly stems from characterizing them in a different way to the other voices, which is something I canât figure out given the situation).
Chapter 2 is titled âThe Faeâ.
The main room is primarily made of stone, with many unidentifiable chiseled metals and rock, but you donât stay here for long, nor get given the option of taking the blade, as choosing to approach the blade or the basement will activate a trapdoor that will send you falling to your death. Just as youâre about to meet your demise, something grabs your palm. Looking up, you see the princess, swinging from the ceiling with you in hand.
The Fae is strange, originally she was going to be similarly shallow in nature like the Damsel, but I would compare her uncanniness more to the Razor, with a constant smile, eerie stare, and maybe an off putting voice.
Sheâs pretty blunt on what she wants, the satisfaction of saving you from this awful cabin and leaving together! Despite her more than ginger attitude towards you (she acts like you are made of glass), sheâs actually quite egotistical, with her occasionally praising herself and puffing up whenever she receives applause from you.
She makes unintentional jabs at your incompetency and reminds you âitâs not your fault youâre not cut out for this, really! Iâll get us out of here my handsome corvid!â and sort of talks down to you and always acts like sheâs the smartest in the room (and she probably is depending on what voice I make up for the route). Sheâs also weirdly fixated on your safety and goes above and beyond to protect you from even the smallest splinter, sheâd act like you were dying if you got so much as a scratch.
(All of her traits are exacerbated to a worse degree in chapter 3).
Edit: I forgot to mention all of her behavior is inspired by the fae. I forgot that some people arenât as well versed in fae lore. Fae are, from what I have heard, pretty selfish, manipulative, and possessive all while being downright ethereal, so I gave her a dose of all of those traits and toned it down a smidge.
Her appearance is also meant to be slightly unnerving. She has long elf like ears and eyes that are surrounded by shadow, with large black pits in the center of her eye that are impossible to tell if they are part of her pupil or not. She also gives off a very faint, white light, itâs almost imperceptible but itâs there.
Her dress is more of a skirt than anything with a sash that has long ribbon like ends that are every length all at once at any given time. They easily wrap themselves around objects even if it shouldnât be physically possible, and she uses them to swing from the ceiling (spider princesses). Her âcrownâ is made up of a few translucent butterflies that seem attracted to her like magnets, occasionally they flutter about but usually they sit on her head.
I like to think that there are hints to the fact her butterflies arenât real, just extensions of herself. They might flicker in and out of existence if sheâs upset with you or stressed about something.
Another thing of note, like with some other princesses like Nightmare or Thorn or something, she has no chain. (Maybe thereâs some creepy dialogue option where she reveals she broke it with her teeth or something more crazy).
Anyway, the princesses states that everything is fine and that this time around sheâs going to be the one to rescue you. She fully intends for both of you to escape, and for you to just follow her lead, because sheâs going to make sure youâre alright and that nothing will hurt you.
If you follow along she will save you from the dangers ahead, the basement of the cabin has been increased in size and there are rooms with rolling boulders, pits of spikes, etc. These sections arenât too long, thereâs probably like five explore options along with two or three choices you can make per room and thereâs only like three of said rooms.
At the end she literally carries you out of the cabin and swings you around all like âWe did it! Iâm out and youâre safe! Not even a scratch on you, didnât I do a good job?â Before mentioning how cold it is and getting taken to Ohio by the Shifting Mound.
There is another way this can end however. There are two potential ways to get to this I think.
If you keep questioning her when shes says somethingâs wrong at some point you get killed by some random trap while youâre distracted. You get killed and probably end up with the Skeptic.
If you donât let her do the work and instead try to do too many things yourself you also eventually get killed by a trap and probably end up with Stubborn or Contrarian depending on your actions.
There might be a different third chapter that you can get to from another princess but idk what it would be so Iâm sticking with the more direct continuation chapter.
You still donât get the knife here and fall through another trapdoor. This time she doesnât catch you and instead has already prepared something beneath where you fall to catch you. Itâs probably just a plush room, somewhat reminiscent of the Stranger routeâs soft stairs, but less existentially horrifying.
Here the princess thinks that maybe leaving the cabin with her is why you keep dying and so tries to convince you staying is the only option and that something bigger is trying to kill you off when you try to leave with her (sheâs not wrong that thereâs something bigger at play but she isnât exactly right either). Sheâs too selfish to just let you leave without her even if her weird logic states that youâd be fine as long as she doesnât leave with you, so all protests are shut down and she tries to force you if you complain.
If you got Skeptic there is the option of actually convincing her and that no matter what youâll listen to her every word and youâll escape together. Sheâll listen and similar events to last time will play out, only this time the traps are deadlier but are made much more traversable due to the fact that she gives no fucks and will destroy every obstacle with ease. This time you actually leave and once again Ohio comes and gets her (I like to imagine The Narrator pulls the locked basement door trick and here she just punches through it and stares expectantly at you to turn handle from the other side with the newly created hole).
If you have Stubborn you can attempt to fight her. It probably wonât work at first because sheâs the literal fae. But the Narrator, knowing youâre trying to fight now, will make the blade magically fall from the same trapdoor you fell from. And its iron touch can sizzle faerie skin. She doesnât necessarily want to fight you, but if she has to rough you up some to get you to see things her way, sheâll do it. If you fuck up youâll probably break something that you need to move or attack with and lose the fight, and she gets taken. If you donât fuck up and win, same result except sheâs got a knife in her chest when the mound comes and nabs her.
With Contrarian you choose to stay with her because funny boy wants to mess with the Narrator. I think maybe one of the traps somehow ends up infiltrating whatever âsafe roomâ youâre in (probably because youâre thoughts spiraling on the thought of not actually being safe and dying again because thatâs all youâve done so far, so your perception kills you. Not sure what trap would kill you, maybe the rolling boulder crashes through the roof or something idk) and ends up fatally wounding you, making it the third time she couldnât protect you, she stands over your body because âI had this planned, you shouldâve been safe, how could this happen???â Before Ohio comes.
Whatever ending you get, she will make for a courageous heart.
I like to think you can kill her with Contrarian and get stuck with her with Stubborn, itâs just that theyâd prefer and encourage you to do the opposite. The Skeptic is the only one where you can actually try to leave with her, again you can do the other options but having him is the only path where you can try to escape in the 3rd chapter.
I do have a 3rd chapter design in mind, but Iâll probably need to work on it some.
#slay the princess#stp the princess#art#my art#The Fae#this was a long one wow#I took well over an hour typing all of that#because Iâm insane
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hello boys...
^not my gif.
New house, new shit, new fucking vibes. It's great. But enough of that crap, let's get to the shit I know you want to hear about, starting with the most asked about and requested fic...
!'RUN TO YOU' WILL BE RETURNING JULY 28TH! I know it's still a while away but I'm just tweaking some last minute things in upcoming chapters like sentences that make my eye twitch and throwing in more italics for âšdramaâš because you know I love that shit. I also decided to delete and re-do a bunch of scenes because apparently taking a break means coming back to your WIPS and going "ew wtf is this trash". Also I'm still finishing up the last couple of chapters. It will be updated weekly on Sundays.
'One Step at a Time' will also be returning... ...after a whooping fucking 15 month wait. Fuck me, I'm so sorry. Time is baffling - I swear it doesn't feel that long to me. I hope the story that's coming is worth that wait because holy christ on a bike. I swear you're in for a good time. Unlike RTY. Updates on IDK what day. Once RTY returns, I'll pick a day of the week for Tovar. Tovar Tuesdays, maybe?
Other shit. We know I've got a lot of other shit in that docs folder lmao. Look, I'm just going with vibes. The stories I feel still have something there, I'll continue and finish. The others, I'll just say sorrows, prayers and delete the thing coz it's 2024 and we're getting our shit together this year. 'My Only Wish' will be finished before I miss Christmas in July, and 'Hold Me Down' will definitely be addressed along the line. There'll also be some things I've not mentioned before, either because I didn't want to or because it came during my depressed bean absent period. Sooo... wait and see, I guess?
Alright, so that's that I guess. Actually shit scared of coming back tbh LMAO, but let's see how we go. I am very sorry for the delays with everything though! Honestly wasn't expecting everything to take this long, but now that it's all sorted, I'll just jump back on the wagon and pray I don't fall off.
K, that's enough from me. Sorry for the rambles lmao. Thank you for the love and support while I've been away đ
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always happy to be there for you to battle the gender struggles together and transe the narrative, @corrodedcoughin đ€
also, hello??? Eddie being a somewhat gnc BOY and throwing societal expectations out of the window bc now he finally feels confident enough in his identity and his gender and his presentation to start breaking the arbitrary rules and just have fun with this and gently carve out his own personal definition of what masculinity may look like, regardless of how others view it? and on the way throwing out each and every notion of what "being a Real Man (TM)" is about, according to his father who would casually and offhandedly mock any gender nonconformity in its tiniest facets, be it slightly long hair or emotional vulnerability or anything else. because now Eddie's got an accepting caring father figure in Wayne who is welcoming and kind and gentle and is a living walking proof that one can have a valid masculine identity all while rejecting some destructive, both to self and others, yet societally glorified aspects of it. Wayne is a kind of man and a kind of human being who Eddie aspires to be and there's nothing now that can make him falter about the validity of his gender
also 1000% yes to Eddie owning and reclaiming his status of someone beyond the norm!! he may not be Normal in the eyes of other people but the only ones who sees it as a bad thing to be fixed are very much not the ones whose option he cares about. people may call him a freak but the joke is on them bc Eddie can and will embrace it with, as you said, pride and defiance. bc if simply daring to finally be himself would make him a freak then so be it, he'd rather face it upfront than keep hiding all his life and keep stifling his authentic self. more than that, he'd readily embrace his reputation and use it as a shield for everyone he cares about and has took under his wing, he'd draw the attention to himself even if it makes him even more of a target than before (but that's okay as long as it serves the purposes of drawing it away from them), he'd openly defy the conformity. and despite the odds he'd feel free af while doing that, how can he not when it feels so liberating and exhilarating to fire back at the bullies and bigots with what they assumed to be their weapons, only to watch it getting gradually transformed into a shield, wielded by compassion and pride and protectiveness of all things, even while they probably have zero notion to realize what it is exactly that makes them so unnerved about Eddie and makes them lose some interest in picking at him. meanwhile no one in his immediate circle has indeed ever assumed the gender oddities to be merely a "phase" or a temporal obscure caprice, and instead have welcomed him as he is, even if sometimes without necessarily fully understanding his identity, but always making an effort to make Eddie feel accepted
and a shoutout/callout for Eddieâs gender dysphoria being a bigger motivator for workouts (and sticking to a Routine in general cuz gods know his undiagnosed ADHD brain is rudely making everything so much harder than it's got any right to be) than any PE classes have ever hoped to be. his arms may have already been used to occasional soreness due to the sheer stamina it takes to pull off some metal riffs and solos but itâs good to have Steve explain how to tailor a perfect workout routine for him and get the best out of it. itâs just as good to one day hear Nancy suggest subtly contouring his face with a bit of makeup but shape the shadows and highlights in a somewhat more male-typical way. and now that it can be more efficient and natural-looking to use the facial features of the male relatives as a point of reference, Eddie brings an old photo of his uncle for Nancy to have as a vague reference, does it with a fluttering heart bc in a way itâd make him and Wayne more of a family than he ever felt with his dad, more of safe place to land where he feels he belongs, so suddenly gaining an extra sth to further establish the connection with his true family canât go wrong with him
yessss, of course CC would think that itâs extremely metal of him! of him and Gareth alike (though tbh iâve still not quite decided about how exactly i hc him, i just know that he does in fact give huge Genderqueer Vibes, whatever those might be, idk in my head he can be amab nonbinary or transmasc or sth else entirely, depending on a ficlet idea), and Jeff and Lloyd no idea why but heâs been Lloyd in my head and in my fic are always eager to welcome the both of them (in the scenario where Garethâs also transmasc ofc) into boyhood and offer unconditional and sincere encouragement. (and once Eddie eventually meets El for the first time he can offer her the same support and encouragement and assure her that âs as pretty and bitchinâ and badass as she wants to be regardless of what her hair currently looks like)
[obligatory disclaimer that wrecking your voice and driving it to the point of pain is probably the most important thing not to do when working on it, whether it be for trans reasons or for learning harsh metal vocals reasons] fvbhdbv pranking Higgins this way is sth he would totally do, thank you for the 100/10 delightful mental image! but yeah, he would slowly learn to mentally deconstruct all the voices he hears around him on daily basis and try to distinguish what exactly makes them sound the way they do, especially in the gender context. and, step by step, learn how to add the right kind of gravel and depth into his own voice and how to consistently use it throughout different parts of his range. being a theater kid (and after all heâs been used to acting, having pretended to be someone heâs just not for such a long chunk of his life) and later on a Dungeon Master is only a bonus and an extra excuse to work on his voice and eventually be capable to use it as a gateway for doing an impressive variety of character voices both in the schoolâs drama club and during his D&D sessions when introducing different NPCs. as everything else itâs not exactly a fast process but with time it does yield results and Eddie canât be happier whenever he notices his progress
okay so your trans art binge-reblog spree yesterday kinda synced up with me having Intense Gender Feels so please allow me the liberty of gently knocking at your inbox again bc I feel a mighty need to unleash some trans!Eddie headcanons on you >.>
imagine the sheer emancipation of Eddie growing out his hair again after he had cut it short when first moving in with Wayne but this time long hair feels different and so, so much freeing bc it's no longer a stupid social expectation rooted in sth that isn't even true about him but instead a personal choice, one deeply connected with the music that comforts and inspires him like nothing else
imagine the freedom of him first realizing he's trans and how things â maybe not all things but at least some of them â suddenly fell into place from just knowing who he is, even if back then he had no opportunity and no safe place to as much as think about trying to socially transition. just feeling like his authentic self for once, without the weight of others' preconceptions about all the arbitrary ways he's supposed to be. he might've been unable to tell anyone at that time but simply having that knowledge to himself was liberating from the years of having felt like there's sth wrong with him. liberating bc now he knew for a fact that there wasn't. how can this be wrong if it made him feel like himself for the first time maybe ever?
imagine him hesitantly knocking on his uncle's door in the middle of the night when he had no choice but to run away from home. imagine the surprise on Wayne's face and all the unyielding unquestioning trust and comfort he's got for him, so thorough and genuine that it only takes him a few days to come out despite the fear. and then Wayne's silence breaks into a question of what name his nephew would like to called then. the words startling soon-to-be-Eddie into a impulsive hug, which is returned with utmost care and with quiet thinking-out-loud rambling of whether Wayne's got any clothes that would fit his nephew and that he would feel comfortable in
imagine the joy when Eddie gets a fake ID from Reefer Rick one day
imagine him making friends with the rest of Corroded Coffin guys and, when he gathers the courage and trust to come out, being met with support, ranging from confusion and a promise to eventually get how any of it works and to respect Eddie's pronouns etc, to deep understanding that hardly needs words bc you know you're being seen for who you actually are
imagine Eddie working on his voice and ending up achieving some success partly thanks to singing along to his favorite songs and trying to learn harsh metal vocals and at first scaring everyone around by going over the top with them until he figures out ways to train his voice to be more masculine sounding without resorting to that kind of harshness (and developing multiple fun vocal stims on the way)
imagine Eddie getting together with Steve and as a bonus gaining the perfect person to get advice from when it comes to figuring out a workout routine for his purposes
imagine the relief of knowing there are multiple people who you can be your authentic self with and who love you for this and would never change a single thing about what makes you yourself
oof well, I kinda carried away "a bit" (meanwhile the Feels have only intensified further whoops) and these are in no particular order but I really hope you'll like this humble offering. have a restful fulfilling weekendđ
LIAM!!!! LIAM!!!!! I am always ready for transing the narrative (been in some gender struggles too so letâs be in this together đ€) Iâm going to be running commentary replying so if itâs incoherent or accidentally cover something said later Iâm sorry!!
- the hair!! YES!!! I feel like he had long hair before and felt pushed into have short hair in order to be taken seriously in his identity but what he always really wanted to be was âjust a boy with long hairâ and the more it grows the happier he gets becuase THIS!! THIS!!! Is who he feels like he should have always been!!! This feel RIGHT! When it gets past the length of being âacceptableâ for a boy and starts brushing his shoulders he hasnât never felt more strongly that he is Right. That this is Who He Is, this is Eddie Munson and Eddie Munson is a societal expectation-dodging BOY
- THE ACCEPTANCE AND REALISATION!!! What if he was going around as a child saying kid stuff like âwhen will I grow a beard?â And being hushed by his elders (before Wayne). Going along with what was given to him, be it toys or clothes because his family didnât have a lot so heâs not going to ask for more but knowing that they didnât feel right. That he was performing a character for these people and hoping it would be enough for them, for himself. Itâs not, something still feels wrong and he canât figure out. But then, then he gets the keys to the kingdom, he moves in with Wayne and Wayne gives him some money and sets him loose in the thrift shop. At the start he sifts through the girlâs rails but all of the sizes are wrong for him. So wayne just suggests the boys racks because hey itâs just T-shirts and we need to get you stuff that fits. He guides eddie to the plain T-shirts, not thinking much of it. Not thinking itâll be a Realisation in the young mind of his nephew. Eddie goes home with 2 boys T-shirts that day and from then on gravitates to exclusively wearing them. Next thrift shop visit eddie makes a beeline to the boys section and doesnât look back.
- AHHH WAYNE AND COMING OUT I LOVE YOUR VERSION!!! What about Wayne passing a couple of shirts on to Eddie? A hat too? And a belt because god knows Eddieâs buying the jeans that hide his hips and needs something to hold them up. Wayne starts calling eddie âsonâ and âboyâ. Every time itâs like Christmas lights have been turned on behind his eyes. He feels dizzy with it, canât contain himself, has to clench his fists to stop himself from shaking becuase this? This feels right. It fees Correct and knowing Wayne is here with him is the ballast he needs to secure himself on this unpredictable ride.
-CORRODED COFFIN SAYING ITS SO METAL OF HIM. (I personally also hc Gareth as trans so I like to think that Jeff and Freak are always ready to be Boys and show them Boy Stuff. Like alongside band practice they had Boy Practice at the start and now they can burp the alphabet in harmony and can armpit fart guitar solos and play fight and are just GOOFY)
- eddie going to a gig or band practice and then the next morning waking up with a slightly wrecked voice that he /loves/. He surreptitiously tries to maintain it, shouting lyrics in his room and just screaming sometimes but it starts to get painful and he accepts he has to find a different way. He listens to the radio with Wayne, asks to go with him when Wayneâs work friends plan a couple of drinks in one of their yards. Eddie gets to go to a couple, gets to listen to Wayneâs country and rock radio stations. Gets to hear these men talking and tries out phrases he hears when heâs on his own, records them on a tape deck he found in the thrift by luck one day. Records and re-records until he gets it right. Until he can prank call principle Higgins and get shouted at down the phone âIâll find out who your father is boy! Heâll have your hide!â The peak is when he goes into scoops and gets everything he wanted âhey man, howâs it going?â From the offensively cute sailor with the big hands and strawberry sweet smile
- WORKOUT SUPPORT STEVE. YES. YES ABSOLUTELY!!! Steve showing him that he canât just hit upper body every day, that he has to get everywhere. That he needs to make his core thicker if he wants that boy look. That working on his quads and calves will help, he promises it wonât leave him a big butt and tiny waist. (Not unless he wants Steveâs routine, that boy is going to work on his ass-ets okay?) eddie doing his first full push up with Proper Form and feeling the muscles in his back move and thinks yes. This is Good. God knows heâs not great at sticking to it but when it serves a purpose and it means he gets to ogle his boyfriend? Kind of a win win
- TBE LAST POINT!!! Yes!!! Eddie living in subconscious fear for so long that he pushes the very notion of being a Boy down. so far Down and Away that he wonât ever let it see the light of day. Or so he thinks. He tells himself that he is fine, that this is fine. But it isnât and he doesnât know what feels wrong. Until it slowly starts to change at a glacial speed. He tries different things. Starting only in his room, makes jokes that he thinks he can get away with in front of Wayne. Pushes it further, does more Boy things with corroded coffin. Sees that itâs okay? They are okay with it? With how he is? Sees that Wayne just nods at him and doesnât make a fuss? That Wayneâs friends donât bay an eye somehow? (Sure some guys at work do, but Wayne makes sure they know where their opinions arenât wanted. That Wayne and his group arenât to be taken lightly on the topic of Wayneâs nephew)
Eddie experiencing so much acceptance and love and there being so venom in it. No âwaitingâ for it all to pass and Eddie to go back to ânormalâ. Eddies never been normal and thatâs a badge he starts to wear with pride. With defiance. Knowing that he has everyone he could ever need how could be not?
#eddie munson#stranger things#queer stuff#Liam whispers into the void#vnfjvkdb ended up replying way later than i planed to bc the damn executive function just Refused to function Again. so very rude of it#well speaking of voice stuff thereâs also the issue of a trans voice discord server that iâm in#having been hosting more free public lectures than usually and i for ONCE dared to show up in the text chat with some questions etc#so now i need roughly 10 business years to recover from speaking up. yeah itâs stupid af i know. but brain was legit going very !!! about i#(but at least iâve learned SO much that iâm honestly still processing it#and would be even more of a infodumping danger at a slightest provocation than before >.>)#all that aside thoughïŒmy trans feels are still being Intense as hell#(well i suppose it must be evident already bc whoops i mightâve gotten carried away Again)#so iâve been really looking forward to getting my thoughts together enough to actually reply to this!#didnât get to reply specifically to every one of your points with how long this already is but DAMN very yes to everything you say!!!#him viewing himself as âjust a boy with long hairâ! Wayne addressing him as âsonâ and how much it means for Eddie!#him not feeling right in his skin bc performing a character for other is never enough for himself!#him finally accepting himself and gradually trying out transitioning in a million tiny ways and being Accepted for it!#just everything you said! yes!!!#no need to feel sorry over any messiness though! whatâs important to me is that#my ramblings ended up soothing you and bringing you joy so what more can i ask for! so iâm immensely glad to know#that my words even if slightly but helped you navigate the messiness that the trans experience can sometimes be in a world like ours#and no worries about keeping that other ask! iâm just glad to know tumblr hadnât swallowed it before it got to your askbox and that#it helped you. (well theoretically if youâre worried about losing any asks/posts there can be a few ways to search or preemptively save the#but i probably wouldnât say you anything groundbreaking in this regard that you might not know already)#also a gentlest reminder that while itâs totally true that Everyone Else is also going Through It and having a Time#itâs just as true that it NEVER negates your personal struggles bc they do still have an impact on your life and and and deserve to be#and if they already genuinely distress you then ofc you deserve help or at least comfort. simple as thatđ«#anyway! iâm still standing by everything iâve said back there and will always be#sending you the softest mental hugs and hoping that the HorrorsïŒDoubtsïŒRSD etc (đ„Čđ€) will successfully be kept at bay#and thank you for indulging my spontaneous hcs and breathing even more life in them and frankly for just being you
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Rageous-tober part 4 (final)!!!
Day 27: Crossover (2 parts)
Day 31: Halloween
More under cut >xP
totally disregard all the writing if you dont care lmaooo this is just me word vomiting about my ocs and thought process when doing this haha i just thought id give some context cuz i always forget you guys know literally nothing about my characters
Day 27: Crossover! So this is a two parter, part 1 is Gumlee x Ritzneer obvvvvvviously because Iâm basic I canât help but compare them and a lot of others canât help it either from what Iâve seen I had an insane stroke of genius calling Veneer âPrince Gumdropâ and I donât think Iâll ever reach those heights again
Part 2 of the crossover is MLP CROSSOVER!! Including unicorn âColt Ritzâ which I am quite proud I must say considering I hadnât drawn a pony in like- 10 years AS WELL AS Pegasus âBoogie Bombâ which I am ALSO quite proud of, he has very big wings and is covered in little green spots (which mimic the spotty design he has on his shaved scalp as a Rageon) he looks a bit like a donkey but I think thatâs just because of his little facial hair bits and massive pointy ears I gave him hmmmm Also, siren Velvet and Veneer!! I canât remember the exact lore of the sirens since I havenât seen the film in a real long time but I got some help from my friend who is a big MLP fan and she filled me in on the lore etc, as well as inspiration from another artist on here who also did a VV x MLP crossover, I reposted their amazing art on my other blog so def go check it out. Anyway, VV are sirens and disguise themselves as alicorns (but also hide their flanks as they have no cutie marks)
Day 31: Halloween!!! đ đ» đ đŠ đâ⏠Last one!! This one took foreveerrrrr and again, I just had to try to outdo myself with the amount of bs happening on screen at once I tried to include all my main fav ocs, as well as the twins and KR all going door to door in a massive trick or treating horde
I called this the 'soft launch' of my Velvet and Veneer fan parents, Dr Velocity (mum) and Dr Voltage (dad), they're in matching Frankenstein and Frankenstein's wife costumes :3. They mean well of course as any parent does but their good intentions can get lost in translation (harsh punishments and struggling/refusing to understand their bizarre children). I will definitely give them their spotlight when I eventually get around to redesigning them (slightly) and writing out some information about them to share with you guys because I like them a lot :P
-Theres Glow Worm getting her costume repaired by Rhinestone after she ripped it doing multiple cartwheels in a row -Velvet and Veneer trading their sweets that they collected (you'd think they were discussing border placement or something, they take it so seriously) -Veneer and TV Girl finally getting along after telling their lame boyfriends to stop fighting with each other -And a zombie Boogie sketch I refused to finish whoops
SO YEAH THATS ALL I DID FOR RAGEOUS-TOBER, finally posting it to tumblr half way through November. be sure to check out the creators account, jobiesayscheese đ»đ»đ» thanks for checking my art out, and if you read all of my stupid ramblings ily sm and thank you for hearing me out
I also did in fact win a raffle for Rageous-tober not to flex but yes to flex (totally wasnât rigged cuz tf)
Part 1! Part 2! Part 3! Part 4!
#mount rageon oc#mount rageous#trolls 3#velvet and veneer#kid ritz#trolls orchid#trolls band together#mlp oc#mlp art#gumlee
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Syd x Carmy one-shot
⥠Summary: A/U where after graduating from the CIA at the top of her class, Syd goes on a food tour in NYC & ends up hooking up with the most talented CDC, at the best restaurant in the world.
⥠W/C: 3,434
⥠Posted Date: 04/12/2024
ïżœïżœïżœ A/N: This is pure filth I tried adding some plot- I hope it turned out the way I saw it in my head. As always requests are open - for SydCarmy, CarmyxReader as usual! I hope you enjoy :)
⥠Warnings for BTC: Smutsmutsmut nsfw 18+ - Oral (m receiving) , Barely edited bc we die like men.
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Sydney Adamu had just graduated top of her class at the Culinary Institute of America. Sheâd been hunkering down with her dad, for a long four years, she was desperate to get out of there. She already had a plan all set up.Â
Sheâd take the last bit of money her grandfather had given her for college, and make a catering business of her very own. It would be dedicated to her parents, (of course) Sydâs hopeless romanticism was thanks to their perfect, beautiful love story of course. Sheâd known since sophomore year of culinary school - Sheridan Road would be her baby.Â
Sheâd settled on this idea - with any possible oddâs and ends money sheâd made during her CIA training - sheâd go out for as long as it would last her. Sheâd learn, study, and observe, then- create her catering business, with the confidence sheâd gotten a taste of the very goal she had, a star. Well - three would be absolutely fucking insanity to her- but one? One she felt like if she had it? Her father would believe she was in a real line of work, instead of just happy she was perusing her own happiness.Â
It was the perfect plan in her mind. Sheâd already set aside the amount of money, with extra safety net, for all of the licensures, and documentation sheâd need- as well as her commercial kitchen rental sheâd make the food out of. Then - with the extra 5k she had left over, she booked a full food tour of the most prestigious, luxurious restaurants in NYC.Â
Sheâd planned the tour 6 months before she graduated, since the 3 restaurants wouldnât even accept a reservation if it wasnât made out any later then that, and when she walked the stage, 3 days later she was on the train into the city.Â
Sheâd be staying at a decent hotel for 12 days. Each day, sheâd be having one large meal including an app, two main courses, 2 cocktails, and 1 dessert from a Michelin starred restaurant. She would be staying 4 days for 1 star, 4 for 2 stars, and 4 for 3 stars.Â
The schedule was as followed;Â
Monday - Hirohisa *
Tuesday - Dirt Candy *
Wednesday - The Musket Room *
Thursday - The Red Paper Clip *
Friday - Atera **
Saturday - Jungsik **
Monday - Saga **
Tuesday - Daniel **
Wednesday - Per Se ***
Thursday - Le Bernadin ***
Friday - Masa ***
Saturday - 11 Madison Park ***
When sheâd got off at Penn station- she was nearly vibrating with excitement - she quickly brushed passed people grabbing their obnoxious suitcases in the overhead compartments.Â
âSorry! âScuse me! Fuck- shit sorry- exscuse me!!!- whoops! Sorry- scuse me- aah! Ugh- I Didnât mean to- oop- oh- Jesus!! Excuse me!!â She rambled, frustration building in her chest. Getting off The L wasnât this hard- why did Amtrak feel worse?!
She took a deep breath, her nose scrunching.Â
Mm. So instead of cow shit - smog, I feel at home already.Â
Sheâd thought to herself as she briskly walks with the crowd towards the exit she meant to take onto fifth.Â
She slipped her wired headphones into her ears, texting her fatherÂ
âmade it!! Love you daddy!!â
Before opening her Spotify, hitting one of her comfort albums, Broken Clocks, as she walked briskly outside - the crisp city air hitting her like a ton of bricks.Â
She leaned against the brick of the McDonaldâs next door, avoiding the streams of people going down and up the sidewalk, taking a deep breath. Sheâd not been to New York before, sheâd grown up in Chicago- been to the city more times then she can count, but the suburbs were her home. Being in the city- and let alone- a city like Manhattan versus Chicago- she was looking around, trying to gather her wits - and quickly. She clicked the maps application on her iPhone 7, tugging her umbrella out of the water bottle pocket of her backpack and tucking it under her arm as she typed the address to her hotel and clicking for the walking directions.
It honestly kind of pissed her off that each dayâs food was better than the last. Sheâd wanted to not give a shit about stars and just focus on giving people an experience to remember - but it was cut & dry that now that sheâd tasted this kind of food - she was going to do whatever she could to become as talented as the chefs that made it.Â
But - she hadnât even tried the best yet.Â
The best, the best, THE best.Â
She honestly couldnât believe she was going to be trying the food from Eleven Madison Park - but she couldnât help but be so nervous. Every other Michelin starred restaurant sheâd been to - the dress code was Formal attire. But this one? THE best restaurant in the fucking world? Oh- they just say on their website âmany of our guests dress up for the occasion, but we do not have a dress codeâ Â
Her entire trip, Sheâd been cycling through 2 very different floor length gowns. One of which she wore to her graduation, and the other sheâd found at Windsor on sale but it did the job. She didnât wear luxury attire often, okay? She was too busy being Culinary school for Christ sakes! And tonight she couldnât for the life of her choose which one sheâd wear.Â
This being because she was attending a main dining room tasting, which was ten courses. Easy, luxury dining courses were stupidly small. But- she was also trying their bar tasting menu which was an extra four courses. Sitting at a bar in that stupid fluffy dress for two hours would not be comfortable. But- again- best. restaurant. in. the. WORLD!!!Â
She knew for a fact that she would be mad at herself if she got there and everyone around was dressed to the nines, but - for comfortability sake she went with the simple silken red gown.Â
The front of house service was literally perfect. She was glad sheâd brought a new notebook, because sheâd never have had enough space to take all the notes she was taking tonight in the one sheâd been using the majority of the trip. Their staff was very casually mannered, and they made it very easy to order. Everything was very calm and comfortable, the furniture felt very luxurious in the sense of comfortability.Â
After she just had the best meal of her entire life, she knew she had to speak with the person who made it. Her mind was blown for lack of a better word. The food was fucking incredible. She had a rule to keep herself able to taste as much as possible: she was only allowed one bite of each dish, but here- she couldnât just limit herself to one. Each dish she was taking 2 even 3 bites- but when she got to the sunflower dish? It was brilliant. She finished every bite, she couldnât not. It would be sinful to waste it. And the only thing on her mind was that she had to talk to the chef whoâd made it.
Her waiter comes back to her table, giving her back her card and receipt.Â
âThank you for dining with us this evening, have a wonderful nightâ he told herÂ
âThank you- Um- may I speak with the chef who made the sunflower plate please? Iâd like to pay my compliments in person if possible.â She asked hopefully.Â
âOf course, that would be Chef Carmen- give me just a moment Iâll go get him for youâ he nodded and headed back to the kitchen. She looked over her notes, remembering the questions sheâd wanted to ask about the dish.Â
Carmen, she wondered if heâd been named after the saint. His talent was surely straight from the hands of the Mother of Christ.Â
Shes interrupted from writing in her notebook by a husky, silvery voiceÂ
âExcuse me- I was told youâd like to speak to me, Iâm Chef Carmen, I made your sunflower dish this evening.âÂ
âHey- Iâm Sydney - that dish was- â she stood up to face him- and when she realized who was in front of her, her heart began to race. Of course, sheâd thought, of course - only a JBA contestant could come up with a dish so ingenious.
 âOh- umâŠHi.. Hello- youâre like -â she blinked a few times, in utter shock. âYouâre Carmen Berzattoâ She swallowed thickly.Â
Sydney was obsessed with this industry- she stalked the JBA website every year to see who would be nominated, dreaming that some day sheâd be on that list. Being even nominated would allow her to die happily feeling as if sheâd won a fucking Nobel Prize. That was how much she respected those damn awards.Â
âI amâ he said and cleared his throat nervously.Â
âWell- firstly congratulations on your nomination- you like- if it was up to me youâd win because that sunflower dish was-â theyâre interrupted by one of the food runners coming overÂ
âChef Carmen- Chef Daemon requests you in back of house now.â she said urgently, the girl looked like she was on the brink of tears as she continued taking the tray of food over to the table it was meant for.Â
âSo sorry, iâd love to hear what you have to say but uhâŠâ he trailed off.Â
âYeah- yeah- sorry, sorry I wont keep you-â she said and he shook his head a bitÂ
âNo- no- um⊠I mean -â he wouldnt usually be so bold, but his ass was going to literally be kicked if he didnt get back there in the next 5 seconds. âIâm gonna go out for a smoke at 11:15. If you wanted to keep talkinâ ill be thereâ he said before heading back to the kitchen.
Sydney was nearly shaking - there were so so many things she wanted to ask him. She also realized he was much - infinitely hotter in person - how that was even possible? She remained unsure. She had reapplied her lipgloss and her perfume, nervously pacing back and forth along the sidewalk.Â
She hears the back door open and she looked over, out emerging the greek god incarnate she somehow got so lucky as to run in to tonight. âHey!â she said with her famous warm smile.Â
He didnt return it, actually- he looked pissed. She swallowed thickly, rubbing her lips together nervously âHey - sorry again I uh- fuckinâ bossâ he muttered, fishing his cigarettes out of his pocket.Â
âNo- donât apologize please, I totally get it. I mean, you're the CDC at literally the best restaurant in the world. I wouldnât have bugged you if I knew, I mean- my table, like- Iâm not a critic..I guess I should have clarified cause of the notebook thing but they usually are moreâŠlow key? I thought? Do they usually just come and whip out a notebook? That would make it easier I think⊠But nonetheless Iâm so so grateful to have been able to eat a meal that-â she rambled on anxiously but he stops her.
âYou talk when yânervousâ he said with a small smirk, lighting the cigarette between his lips and inhaling, leaning against the brick.
âUh-â she stuttered, her face feeling hot suddenly. âSorry- Iâve uh⊠iâve been toldâ she chuckled a bit, taking a few steps towards him and leaning on the brick only 2 feet or so between them.
âItâs charming, yâsmoke?â he offered her the pack with a red top, she looked down at it.
âI donât- not- not yet anywaysâ she joked, crossing a slim arm over her waist. He couldn't help but realize how the action made her breasts more prominent.Â
âYouâre a chef?â he asked, taking a drag of his cigarette.
âYes! Yes- well.. Just graduated, not working anywhere yet- Iâm going home soon to try and start my own catering thingâŠâ she explained and he nodded.
âWhereâd yâgraduate from?â he asked, exhaling the smoke away from her direction.
âCIA - 2 weeks ago, Valedictorian actually, yânot the only chef around here with street credâ she joked and he chuckled.
âReally? Word. Thats sick, good job. Yâsaid yâre headed home? Whereâs that?â he asked, taking another drag of his cigarette.
âChicago! Canât wait to get back, Hudson life is⊠not for me- I forgot how convenient public transportation wasâ she said.Â
He raised his brows in surprise, âChicago huh? Thats my old home base.â he saidÂ
âI know! Youâre actually⊠really famous did you know that? Like- they talk all about you during lectures, youâre the new golden child of the culinary worldâ she teased and he rolled his eyes playfully.
Theyâd been inching closer and closer without realizing throughout the whole conversation, she was now so close that she could see the barely there scar on his cheek, her focus locked on it. His gaze was locked on her plump lips and he was imagining how theyâd feel around his cock.
âI do unfortunately - youâll learn soon enough that praise means being a target in this industry.â He saidÂ
She bit her lip, meeting his striking blue eyes once again. âI really meant to tell you earlier was that sunflower dish was the best meal iâve ever had. And iâm not justâŠsucking your dick because youâre you - I knew that before I knew you made itâ she laughed a bit.
He followed suit, âWell if you want to- iâm not gonna say no.â he said and her eyes widened a bit, feeling her core pooling with heat at the idea. Of course he was half joking. It was so sudden and out there he would have never expected her to indulge him.Â
âI mean- here? What if your boss comes out?â she asked, a bit quieter as if she was trying to assure theyâd not be caught.
He nodded towards the row of 12-wheeler trucks parked 50 or so feet away. âHavenât moved in 6 weeksâ he shrugged casually âLead the way Chefâ  she motioned with her hand, a frisky smirk on her lips.
âHoly fuuuckâ Carmy groaned, pushing his cock deeper into her tight hot mouth. âYâlike takin cock like this mmm? Yâlike beinâ my little fuckin slut?â he muttered, thumbing away the warm tear that was gathering in the corner of her right eye. âSo fuckinâ good fâme-â he growled, moaning at the wet gurgling noises emitting from her.
She swallowed around him, looking up at him with tear-filled dark lustful brown eyes, widening her jaw further and tonguing over the pulsing vein on the underside of his length, gently squeezing his thighs to urge him further.Â
âYâwant me tâfuck yâthroat? Mmm? Dirty fuckin girlâ he gathered her braids into his fist, wrapping them around his palm and roughly tugging her off.Â
She whined hotly, the sensation of his rough hand sending waves of pleasure through her being. âPleaseâ she said wantingly, tonguing over his slit before wrapping her lips around the tip of his head in a sensual kiss.
He took his thumb, pulling her jaw open wide and thrusting into her mouth with a satisfied grunt. âYâknow-shhhit yâknow what? I think this is the only way tâshut yâass up? Mmm?â he inhales sharply as she pushed his foreskin back and spit on his exposed sensitive tip.
âJesus fuckin-â he sharply inhaled through his teeth as she gently grazed her teeth over the sensitive head, his abs clenching in pleasure and hips quivering from the overstimulation âfuckin-h-aaaa-ahhh-mm-shhhhit-jesus fuckin christâ he whimpered, his head falling back against the metal with a sharp bang as she took the flesh into her mouth, flicking her tongue sharply over the weeping tip before smoothly sucking over the buzzing stimulation. He knew if she kept up the act heâd be filling her mouth with his seed within seconds.
âS-sooo fuckin filthy - yâwant my cum in yâthroat? Mmm? Little fuckin whore- h-holy-oh god- i-â he nearly suffocated her as he buried his cock further down her throat. He reached down, his fingers rubbing along his thick length buried in her warm tight throat.Â
âF-fuuuuuck- ah- oh shhh- mmm- thats it- thaaaaaatâs it- good fuckin girlâ he grumbled, roughly and sloppily guiding her head in such a way that the noises being made if it werenât her he would think theyre overdramatic and disgusting. He also didnât know where the hell all of this talking was coming from.Â
Normally in the bedroom, he was quiet. Very quiet. The only way the women he was with knew heâd enjoyed himself was if he even came at all. Sex usually wasnât about his own pleasure since in the presence of another he found it so hard to get off - it was more about giving him imagery that would help him later in regards to finishing.Â
âYou are so fuckin good at that huh? You take my cock so well such a good fuckin girlâ his jaw goes slack as she put her hands on his hips to steady him and slowly sinks her mouth all the way down to the hilt, her eyes shut in focus.Â
She gently rubbed her thumbs over his hips, swallowing around his length in a way that made whimpers fall past his lips he didnât know he could make himself. âHoly shit yâfuckin- oh- ohhh fuckâ he grunts as she takes one of her hands and begins massaging his balls and looking directly into his eyes, pulling off his length to breathe and gently pushing the foreskin back, kissing over the sensitive flesh with her plump lips.Â
âYou can fuck my face- but deepthroating after a meal like that is pretty hard, id love if I can keep it downâ she said, even with spit running down her chin, teary eyes, and swollen lips - she still looked adorable to him.Â
âSorry- sorryâ he muttered, loosening his grip on her hair âkeep doinâ that fuck yesssâ he breathed out as she swirled her tongue around his head. He thrust in and out of her mouth, gradually moving faster but being careful as to not slam into the back of her throat.Â
She stroked the bottom half of his length with her other hand, eyes closing and doing her best to swallow around him all the excess saliva that was dripping down her throat. She hollowed out her cheeks, looking up at him as she slowly and carefully sunk down once again, keeping her eyes locked on his.Â
âMmm-shhhit-Iâm fuckin-â he groaned, his knees nearly going weak and head falling back with a thud. Blood roared in his ears, his hands shook slightly from the tension rolling off him in waves.Â
She nearly choked at the amount rolling down her throat. She pulled off slightly, swallowing - more like gulping, assuring to hollow her cheeks and swirl her tongue as she pulled off with a pop as to not waste any of the sweet salty mess.Â
âYou- you- you are fuckin crazyâ he breathed, looking down at her.Â
She wiped off her mouth, chin, and neck with a tissue sheâd kept in her purse before saying âIâd say youâre crazy, â she got off her knees, picking up the chefs coat he had thrown down for her to kneel on, to which she insided it out before she did so it wouldnât show any dirt. âIf I had that coat? It would never touch the floorâ she shook it off carefully.Â
He quickly fixed his pants âheâs a friend it doesnât matter I can always get a new oneâ he countered, putting the coat back on and buttoning it.Â
Her eyes widened âfriends?! How the hell did you run into him?!â She asked.Â
âYou- yâre into fashion ân shit?â He asked and she nodded enthusiasticallyÂ
âAre you fucking kidding me?! Thom Browne is insane all his shit Is absolute fire. I wish I could afford one of his jackets like- itâs totally a dream wishlist kinda thingâ she took some gum out of her purse.Â
âWhen do you uhâŠgo back?â He asked.Â
âTomorrow. Headed to Chicago on Wednesdayâ she said and he nods.Â
âOh- yeah okay..It was uhâŠit was nice tâmeet youâ he said awkwardly âI should probably um..â he trailed off, clearing his throat nervously.
âTotally- yeah great to umâŠgreat to meet you too chef.â She noddedÂ
âCould I umâŠâ he rubs the back of his neck anxiously âcould I maybe get yârâŠâ he trails off, cheeks pink with embarrassment.Â
âMy number?â She asked, grabbing her phone out of her purse.Â
He nodded, cheeks bright red with embarrassment âyeah sorry-â he mumbled
âYeah- if I can get yoursâ she teased, clicking open the blank contact screen
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I DO I WANNA READ THST
I'm writing this under the assumption that folks have a basic understanding of order 66 but if not... I'll happily ramble!
anyway. pilot!johnny x jedi!reader (also I started this fully with the intention of writing smut but... didn't happen whoops)
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it's a deal made in the heat of the moment. one minute you're tracking a potential separatist leader, the next you are running as hard and fast as you can. whirling your lightsaber as your men, your friends, shoot at you. calling you a traitor, your commander - a man you had shared a drink with not a week prior - shouting orders to shoot to kill.
you blinked hard, clearing the misting in your eyes so you could get as far away as possible.
"Oi, lass!" an accented voice called from your left, through the brush, but you couldn't stop.
"If it's important, run and talk!!" you yelled back, deflecting a shot going in the direction of the voice. you heard a yelp, before much closer footsteps matched your frantic pace.
"So why're they shootin' at ye? Look like a jedi with the lightsaber and all but... they're clones, they shouldnae be shooting at you." the stranger turned and shot over his shoulder, and you tried not to wince as the sound of a body hitting the ground reached you. they were your men, good soldiers and good men.
"I dont... I don't know. my commander he, he got a transmission and suddenly they were trying to kill me!" another shot deflected, another body. "I have no idea what's happening."
out the corner of you eye you saw him nod before he grabbed your hand and tugged.
"this way!" you pulled back, but he didn't let go of your hand. "hen, if ye have more men on yer ship, what makes ye ken they will nae try kill you too? just come with me, I have a ship." you weighed the options. a stranger who is offering you a ship, shooting at your soldiers, former battalion. or the clones you once called friends who were trying to kill you.
"fine." you let him guide you, further into the woodland where the brush grew thicker. he seemed to know where to step, what turns to take, and the sounds of heavy footsteps making chase and blaster fire grew quieter. not enough to stop running - force knew that you couldn't stop until you were at least off this planet, and even then... - but enough that you could lower your lit saber and follow the man who had yet to let go of your hand.
to call what you broke through into a clearing would be an insult to clearings; it looked like this pilot had lowered his ship onto what he perceived to be the weakest trees. and maybe he was right, considering how they had bent and snapped under the small ship.
you didn't stop running until you collapsed onto the deck of the ship, bay door sealing shut behind you.
the hull of the ship was small, a small sunken area you could vault out of and take two paces into the cockpit. the area you could see was mostly clean, but it was clear he occupied this ship alone.
"where to, jedi?" the stranger was not looking at you as he began to take off, the hiss of air as the landing gear retracted and the engines kicked on.
"I-" you cut yourself off as the small ship flew over the landing craft you had been in just that morning. a quiet beeping sound caught your attention and you shuffled around in your pockets and pulled out a secured comlink. a recording of General Kenobi appeared, warning all jedi to stay away from Coruscant.
"I have nowhere to go. if I can't go back to Coruscant, I... that's the only home I've known for a very long time." you dropped into the copilot seat as you realised that the life you had before was simply, gone.
you flinched as a warm, gloved hand lightly touched your arm.
"well first things first, let's get you some clothes. yer whole outfit screams 'jedi' and we cannae have that, can we?"
"no. I suppose not." the ship jolted as it took off into hyperspace, a destination clearly in mind for this stranger. "thank you, by the way. I would be dead without you..." you trailed off, both realising you don't know his name, and because the weight of everything had you defeated.
"Johnny. name's johnny." you reply with your own name and shake his outstretched hand before turning to look back at the racing blue outside. "dinnae worry, hen. things will get better."
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hahahahshaha apparently this ended up being a rough draft for the first chapter for a star wars au whoops!!
#chatter box ~â§#anon chatter ~â§#star wars 141 ~â§#johnny mactavish ~â§#johnny mactavish x reader#soap x reader#soap mctavish x reader#johnny mctavish x reader
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