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crowleysgirl56 · 5 months ago

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Concerning the reactions to the comment David made to a young woman about the ending of Good Omens season 3 (including mine).

Firstly let me start by saying that most of my posts are to be taken a jokes. They are written to be mostly tongue in cheek, sarcastic and (what I think) are hilarious. So even though my previous post about freaking out about what David said might seem like I was legitimately panicking I just want to say that it was a joke and please don’t take it too seriously. Honestly I hope it just made you laugh, and you continued scrolling. If my post caused anyone to further their own anxiety or freak out, I apologise. If my post contributed to the fandom as a whole slightly losing their minds, I also apologise.

For those of you who took your reactions to David’s comment a step further and threatened that poor girl, insulted her, or were just generally mean to her, stop it! Don’t do that! Don’t be awful. Please be kind. Go and apologise!

With that out of the way, I did want to do a quick* analysis of the comment and perhaps address why people (and to a little extend myself) are feeling nervous.

To begin with, Neil has previously said (and this is a really good point), David was speaking directly to a fan, and was unaware he was being filmed. So when he says “maybe it’s not the ending you want”, he’s speaking directly to the person who asked him. We don’t know the context of their interaction beforehand and maybe she (or anyone else) had already expressed what their desire for the ending is, so this was his response. However taken out of context, the fandom has put themselves in the shoes of the person asking the question and therefore inserted themselves into the you part. The ending might not be want we want or expect. And considering the number of discussions the fandom participates in, the number of headcanons the fandom throw around, and the number of fanfics being written and read, whatever ending Neil has written is not going to satisfy everyone. It’s impossible to. But that is the same of any fandom really.

Speaking of fandoms, yes we are collectively nervous for a few reasons. One, for a good month there, we were convinced that the ending of season 2 was what the end of that story was going to be. Then when it was announced there’s still one more story to tell, there was another four months before it was finally confirmed that we were going to get that story. Two, case in point Game of Thrones. I don’t think I need to explain anymore than that. We have been burned before and now we’re worried it could happen again (though I will point out here, Neil has a better handle of storytelling and the love, devotion, and desire to finish a story that is beloved to him and is effectively a love letter to his best friend, compared to two TV producers who got bored and wanted to move onto other projects…). Three, filming is still 6 months away, and the premiere likely another year after that. A lot can happen in that time. So after these experiences, I can appreciate why people get nervous and a little in their heads about things.

In terms of the immediate reaction to what this could mean for the ending itself, I honestly cannot fathom how some people have managed to draw a straight line from “It might not be the ending you want” to “Terry would absolutely hate it”. Like, that just boggles my mind. HOW do you extrapolate that? David then immediately said “It’s a good ending”. So I think it’s safe to say that it will be good.

So let’s talk about endings and what people are mostly worried about.

1) Crowley and Aziraphale become human. This isn’t going to happen. Mainly because Neil has joked multiple times that this is the ending. Therefore if he says “this is what will happen” I’m pretty confident that this is what definitely won’t happen. You know after season 2, I ended up writing my own little fan fiction about them becoming human. I thought it was sweet and cute. Then I saw a lot of people absolutely hate that idea, so I never published it anywhere. Oh well.

2) Either one or both of them will die. Also not going to happen. Something tells me that Neil would not participate in the “bury your gays” trope. I do think that maybe there might be a non-permanent death or near death in the climax. But both will live, I’m positive of this.

3) Sex. I’ve spoken about this before. We’re not getting hardcore sexual activity. This is not the show for that. Neil has said before he’s not into writing that kind of thing. Do I think we’ll get more kissing? Yes. Do I think there will be implied sex? Maybe, hopefully, I’m wishing for it. But there is not going to be actual sex folks. Please make your way to AO3 for your reading pleasure.

4) The South Downs. And now we get to what I’m most worried about. That we won’t get what everyone assumes the ending will actually be. Crowley and Aziraphale retired and living in the South Downs. Will I be disappointed if this doesn’t happen? Absolutely. Will I lament here about it? Sure, probably. Will I send Neil abusive messages about how he destroyed and ruined the ending? NO! ABSOLUTELY NOT! AND DON’T ANYONE ELSE DO THAT EITHER!

So, will the ending be what we want? There is every chance that it will be, but always a possibility that it won’t be. This is the nature of storytelling. You will never satisfy everyone. Will the ending be good? I have no doubt in my mind that it will be. David says it’s a good. I trust him. Neil says it will be good. I very much trust him.

This is a comedy, first and foremost. Comedies have happy endings. Let’s just take a collective breath and believe it to be so.

*by “quick” I actually meant “really long”. Sorry about that.

#good omens #crowley #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #crowley x arizaphale #david tennant #good omens season 3 #michael sheen #neil gaiman #season 3 ending #South Downs #manifesting south downs cottage #please be kind #good omens discussion #good omens analysis

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ninyard · 7 months ago

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kayleigh day hcs for the ask game 👀

this is so funny because i literally have a post sitting in my drafts of kayleigh day Moments that i've been thinking about for a few days now

realistic headcanon: when she was "selling" exy to schools and colleges and sports clubs across the world, and once she'd made enough money off of it to be able to, she would always make a point to offer free gear or trials or training to people in places where kids grew up in bad situations or surroundings. the schools with high dropout rates and high levels of gang affiliation amongt students, the programmes for kids who'd dropped out of school, the centres that worked with young adults who were previously incarcerated, prisons/juvies - it was really important to her to give people who had no chance at all in life the chance to be good at something. she didn't exactly inspire david to start the foxes, because he'd always wanted to do something like what he does now, but it was refreshing for them to bounce ideas off each other about how they can best help the people who need it through the sport.

may not be realistic it is hilarious: she kept her pregnancy a secret for a really long time. 1) so she could keep playing exy and they wouldn't want to take her off the Court because of it and 2) she didn't want david to work out kevin was his. so she told him kevin came early when he came perfectly on time, so wymack still believes kevin was a premature baby because nobody corrected it, because nobody knew. she probably was back on the court within a very short amount of time after giving birth because she hadn't been able to play for so long.

heart-crushing and awful, but fun to inflict on friends: (iirc, there was something said about her death not being an accident, so this kind of goes in line with that. disregard if that's just something I made up oops) once kayleigh started to distance herself from the moriyama's in the lead up to her death, she worried that something would happen to her, considering how dangerous tetsuji's family could be. she wrote kevin letters for him to read when he grew up; for his first day of school, of high school, for his graduation, the day he went pro, for the day he won an olympic medal, the his wedding day, things like that. not even in depth letters, maybe some of them were cards, but they were just all of these different sentiments stuffed into one envelope with his name on the outside. just in case. when she died, tetsuji found it. when kevin found the letter that she'd written about wymack being his father, if he had've searched just a few books to the right he would've found the envelope, or one of the letters, or cards, a chunky bulge in between the pages of a book. tetsuji never gives it to kevin. maybe when tetsuji passes away however many years down the line, somebody finds it when they're clearing out his stuff, and they send it to kevin. or maybe tetsuji destroyed it before he ever got the chance.

unrealistic, but I will disregard canon about it because I reject canon reality and substitute my own: kevin was older than just a baby/toddler when she died. in my heart he was older and remembers his mother being alive!! not saying he was a teenager or anything but in my head he was 7/8/9 when she died!

#these are subpar im sorry #but i think about her often #and her life #who was she??? what was she like????#was she a diva like kevin is? a major bitch when she had to be?#did she ghost david after she found out she was pregnant or did they keep in contact until she died?#idk!!!!#kayleigh day #aftg #tfc

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himluv · 5 months ago

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DA Review Series – The Calling by David Gaider

<<< Previous Review: The Stolen Throne

At last, my media tie-in tour of all things Dragon Age continues! You can find the previous review linked at the top of each post and I will probably make a master list once all is said and done. But, let's talk about the next thing!

Title: The Calling Author: David Gaider Publication Year: 2009 In-World Year: ~9:10 Dragon (possibly 9:11 Dragon) Verdict: ... eh? There's much more to like here, particularly lore, but it's long and feels longer. If you're determined, give it a shot, otherwise maybe just read the wiki?

The Calling is the direct follow up to The Stolen Throne, but still a prequel to Dragon Age: Origins. In this book we meet Duncan just months after he has joined the Wardens, and they have travelled to Ferelden to ask King Maric for a favor.

The favor? Oh, you know, nothing much... just if he would lead them through the Deep Roads and back to Ortan Thaig so they can find their missing Commander who *should* be dead. So, you know. Typical Warden shenanigans.

And, as one might expect from a dummy like Maric, he agrees. Now, I am being a little hyper-critical. I actually found Maric to be much more likable this time around – he's grown up quite a bit, and he's grieving Rowan's death and a life he never had. He's got some complexities showing through in this book and it looks good on him.

I also really enjoyed the other Wardens we get to meet. Especially Kell, an Avvar, and his hound Hafter, as well as Orlesian battle couple Julien and Nicolas. We also meet quite a few important folks in this book! Obviously we have Duncan, and he is a delight, but we also meet Fiona, Utha, and of course, The Architect.

Which brings me to the point of this book. The Architect has concocted a plan to infect the whole world with the Darkspawn Taint in hopes that the survivors will achieve some sort of middle ground like Grey Wardens do in the advanced stages of their Calling. Ghoulish and horrible, but still retaining their minds.

Except... do they retain their minds? The evidence suggests that the further the Taint spreads, and the more corrupted one becomes, the angrier and more hateful they become. Which is interesting, because I don't know if that's really come up elsewhere in DA. It definitely makes me consider Red Lyrium a little differently, that's for sure.

Of course, if you've played DA: Awakening, then you know that The Architect and Utha escape and do continue... refining(?) their plans to bring a "lasting peace" to Thedas (read my tin hat theory here).

Also important to the series, Maric and Fiona do the nasty in the Deep Roads which results in the birth of one adorable wee baby Alistair. We also get some context about Duncan's promise to Maric to watch out for the boy, so we know his recruitment was hardly coincidence.

There's one more thing I really want to mention before I wind this down. I've been pretty critical of Gaider's writing in these reviews so far, and while I still think the writing isn't great in The Calling, it is GREATLY improved. It's obvious to me that he learned a lot and grew over the course of writing these books. But, there's one moment that I think really shines, where I actually got the sense that Gaider was writing something that mattered to him.

When the party is trapped in the Fade, Maric finds Nicolas in his dream with the recently deceased Julien. It's a poignant and tragic scene, where Nicolas knows he's dreaming, that Julien truly is dead, but chooses to stay anyway. It's beautifully done and made my chest ache with the weight of Nicolas's pain. It also made me think about when it was written, how it was "revealed" so far into the book that these two very buff warrior bros were actually devoted lovers. And how the gaming landscape in 2009 might not have looked upon that with the most kindness and empathy.

I'm glad it's there. To me, it was the best part of the book.

Overall, The Calling is a decent addition to the Dragon Age series. It struggles with pacing a bit, feeling like the pacing of a quest in Origins (which also struggles with pacing imho), but there is quite a bit of lore and extra context for characters we see later in the series.

So, while it took me a little while to get through, I am glad I read it again!

#HIMluv reviews Dragon Age #Dragon Age: The Calling #Dragon Age #Dragon Age: Origins #Duncan Dragon Age #Maric Theirin

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hashtagloveloses · 1 year ago

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I have to ask: As someone who used to work in social media and who knows a lot about current pop culture happenings, why was Succession so popular/successful? My parents are OBSESSED with it now, not a day passes where they don’t watch at least two episodes after dinner and I cannot stand it (it’s just not my thing). What makes people love it so much?

so there’s a few things to keep in mind here:

1. there’s a difference between POPULAR and TALKED ABOUT or BUZZY. what you see people discuss online a lot or not isn’t always a reflection of what the majority of people are actually watching, which is harder to measure these days bc streaming platforms hide their numbers, but if you look at places like FlixPatrol, Parrot Analytics, etc, you’ll see certain things that always did well on broadcast, like procedurals and the Simpsons and shit, are still popular across both network and streaming, despite what’s talked about online. sometimes the buzz does intersect, but the venn diagram isn’t always a circle. this is why when people say “why arent people talking about x” or “people talk too much about y” im like well. that’s just what generates engagement online, not necessarily the majority’s opinions or tastes.

2. shows or other pieces of media that encourage sustained conversation in some way will always be buzzy, bc platforms are pushed by engagement, positive or negative. SUCCESSION, much like many other HBO shows like GAME OF THRONES, aired at a time weekly most people in many popular western markets could watch it around the same time and post about it in the same language, Sunday nights, and didn’t drop at all at once so it allowed conversation to snowball and to be sustained. Game of Thrones didn’t have to be good to be popular. It was just on at the same time every week at a good time for most people around the world to watch within a 24 hour period and talk about at once. so it trends or floats to the top and other people see it and check it out. HBO kind of perfected this but doesn’t realize this is one of their strengths, bc David Zaslav is an idiot.

3. A show being well written and made does help! People notice the quality, even subconsciously, and it makes people talk about it more, and ironically word of mouth matters more now than ever bc we have infinite entertainment choices against TV. When something is good, it stands out, especially bc late stage capitalism has ground people with any talent or creativity into dust. BUT the content of the show (or any piece of media) itself also has elements that will ALWAYS make people talk about it online or otherwise, which pushes engagement (and things like GOT and Euphoria did too)

- terrible people we can all hate together

- controversial shit we can fight about

- moments that are shareable (either good dialogue as memes or crazy visuals from action scenes)

- in the case of Succession and GOT, a finite end point to argue over and speculate about. Who will inherit? Who will sit on the Iron Throne?

4. specific to Succession, this is a show about the media, and nobody loves that more than people who work in the media (i would know), who also happen to be the majority of people pushing conversation online and also writing reviews, so that’s what trickles down to regular viewers. as somebody who has been fucked over by millionaires in media many times, watching those bitches fight amongst each other can be satisfying. (Succession isn’t my thing either but I can see why). even if you don’t work in the media, in a time of a widening income inequality gap, watching rich people suffer and be assholes to each other is very fun. it’s why Knives Out is fun. or Real Housewives. or even Game of Thrones (bc half of them were landed gentry).

all that being said, the reason your parents like it may simply be that they knew a lot of people with similar tastes talking about it, checked it out, and it’s a well made show so they got hooked. combination of timing, word of mouth, and quality filmmaking barely ever happens but when it does you get a good show that’s also popular (Abbott Elementary is also a great example. these are exceptions to the rule, where most pieces of media struggle in one or more of these fronts.)

my parents are also HBO drama people since Six Feet Under and the Sopranos and you know what all of that has in common? well written TV about terrible families we can shoot the shit about around the water cooler on Mondays, or on Twitter. because at the end of the day, NOTHING brings people together, even my parents who don’t like each other, or opinionated fuckers online, like hating shitty people together.

#thank u for this question i love analyzing this shit #succession #hbo #what do i even tag this as #ask

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romirola · 1 year ago

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for the WIP game, lets seeee… can you tell us what inspired you most during the writing process, like maybe a certain song or Redacted video?

by the way I’ve got to tell you how much I admire you conviction I deeply envy your ability to have one WIP and fuckin knock that shit out the park my undiagnosed ADHD could literally not fathom it you beautiful mythical creature

-Lexi Sun ☀️

From this ask game!

@weightedblanketjoyfriend, thank you so much for this ask! It's always a joy to talk about fics, and to talk about the process of a fic!? You spoil me!! (And that's why you get a few short snippets!) Thank you for those kind words, but honestly, forcing myself to work on one WIP is less about conviction and more about my own sanity. It's too hard for me to keep all the plots in my head. I just gotta get my head down and focus on the one, or else I'll feel too pressured to make progress on everything and make progress on nothing, not to mention suck all the fun out of something I find to be so, so enjoyable. Onto my writing process for Balancing Act:

Most of my fics start with a bit of dialogue that I hear inside my head and really, really like. So much so, that I get obsessed with it. From there, I start to construct the immediate scene/context of that dialogue. Who said it? Why? To whom? What's happening to prompt that speech/situation? (Fun fact, I can point out the "starter" dialogue snippet of every fic I have written, because it just turns over and over and over again in my head before I even start drafting.) In the case of Balancing Act, the starter bit of dialogue was:

“It… It hurts!” they half-cried, half growled. Sharp teeth pushed up from out of their gums, shooting lightning bolts through their jowls. Angel sputtered and choked, overwhelmed with the onslaught of stretching and expanding every part of their body somehow experienced all at once. “Hurts bad… Make it stop! Please, I can’t…” They wrestled out of David’s arms, rolling over to the other corner of the bed. They teetered near the edge before toppling onto the ground in a wriggling heap. “Ahh!” David vaulted after them. “Angel!” He quickly ran to his whimpering mate. When David stepped to the side to reach Angel on the floor, he gasped sharply. An enormous black wolf lay sprawled out on the ground, awkwardly trying to balance on massive paws and twisting their sleek head in every direction to get a good look at their furry, beastly body.

Yeah, 9.9/10 times, my starter dialogue is hurt/comfort... Very predictable Romi behavior right there...

Eventually, a story starts to form around the moment, and I follow that story backwards and forewords. If I'm lucky, more "starter moments" form in my head and the connections between moments becomes clearer. For example, once I realized Angel struggled with a spontaneous shift, and that their instinctual confusion with experiencing the process would probably lead to the shift causing them immense pain, I also realized I'd love to see Angel thrive as alpha, which led to me to hear this little bit of dialogue:

Janelle’s smug grin faltered. She flinched away from Angel, her pegasus suddenly wanting to flee from the predator before her. “I…” “And say that breach happened in front of an unempowered human who decided to go hunting shifters for sport, trying to bring home a mythical pelt, thinking they’re going to be the one to show the world Bigfoot exists,” Angel pressed. “What then, if shifters were compromised? If bounties were put out on our heads by unempowered people who see shifters as animals? If shifters were hunted for sport, maybe legally, if the unempowered government were afraid of the half-monster things they'd fear you to be? Or, maybe instead, you want shifters all to be rounded up and caged like animals by some amatuer-wanna-biologists? Is that how you want to live? Trapped? Experimented on? Always tranqued out your mind? Kept as someone’s pet, with an electric collar to keep you on your best behavior?” Angel felt the wolf within howl and groan at the mere thought of the pack being subjected to such cruelty. <em>Pack. Protect. Threat. Shift. Shift now. Attack.</em> Their need to take down the pegasus and punish her for her insubordination was growing into a painful ache. How dare this woman be so cavalier about covert? Didn’t she understand the stakes? Didn’t she realize how brutally and power-hungry the unempowered part of society could be? Angel did.

Or sometimes, the moments are totally unrelated! And that's a fun part of the process, too, because it means I have to get creative to see how the moments lead into each other. For example one has nothing to do with alpha!Angel, but it wouldn't leave me alone until I figured out how to include it:

“Watch yourself,” Sweetheart warned though their yawn undercut the normal edge with which they spoke. “Because that cute little girl is going to grow up to be the strongest stealth anyone has ever seen.” They held out a threatening finger. “And if anyone tries to deter her from that path in any way, shape, or form, I'll rip their guts with my bare hands and cloak the evidence before they even knew they were missing organs.” Milo shuddered at the graphic imagery Sweetheart used. “Okay, okay.” He wiggled Sweetheart over so that they were tucked in close to his body, turned inward so that their head could rest on his chest. “I think someone is up way past their bedtime, and their exhaustion is once again making them a little bit too vengeful for their own good.” He brushed a hand across Sweetheart’s forehead, letting his fingers linger on their temple until Sweetheart's blinks began to slow. “You are so hot when you're violent,” he whispered softly enough so that only Sweetheart would hear. “I love you.”

It's the *moments*, Lexi! For me, the *moments* make the process. I am not one to draw inspiration from songs, though if there are any songs that you felt resonated with the fic, I would be very excited to hear your thoughts!

This was a long-winded answer to your question, so thank you for indulging me.

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted fanfiction #redacted david #redacted davey #david shaw #redacted angel #redacted milo #milo greer #redacted sweetheart #thank you!#redacted power swap

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christowitch · 5 months ago

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Hi there!

So. It is currently 3:30 am, storming like crazy (really gorgeous show if you ask me) and the lightnings and consequent thunder are really powerful. My mother once said that when there's storms this strong something is happening in the spiritual world, likely something bad.

While I usually disregard this piece of information and enjoy the storm's show... Tonight I have my reasons to worry and believe her words.

I was awoken by the white flash preannouncing a really big clap of thunder, likely the loudest (and closest) of tonight, but before I was dreaming.

In my dreams I've had four visions that I can remember, I don't know their exact order and from how jumbled my memory is they might have been various fragments of a single dream

In the first I was running around a big house, I think I either had dice or marbles with me, I was looking for something, it was some sort of game. Something similar to what coraline goes through in the book before things get more serious.

Then I was in my bed, I thought I was awake and I was talking to a dismembered voice, we were speaking of something spiritual I think, how in nights like these it's easier to feel our demons and i was sitting on my bed, feeling a tug at my head like I had a weight on my neck pulling me down, it would tug every now and then.

Then a single image, I currently can't remember what it was (and to be honest I'm a little afraid of looking into it) but I think it was either a five pointed star or a david's star with numbers in the center. They were written in the hebrew like font? Something like that, you know the typical 666 you find in fearmongering books? Yeah a font like that. I THINK the number was 33.

Then I was walking in the area near my church, it was night and my church being in the suburbs and near a highway conjunction it's not an exactly nice place to be at night. I was waiting for my dad to come pick me up although I had seen his empty car parked right outside the church. As the night was growing darker (it had started at dusk when the sky is pretty blue) and I was growing uneasy, with the symbol/number still in my mind and then bam white flash and I was (gladly) awake, shaken but safe.

Sorry for this long message but I'm currently too shaken (and a little afraid) and tired to go looking for hebrew symbology right in the middle of the night but... While the moment is still fresh do you have anything to say about it? Usually I disregard dreams such as this as simple nightmares but being multiple visions paired with the storm outside and the memory of my mother's words is making ne uneasy.

Dreams are often our subconscious trying to help process things in our waking lives. Storms have this ability to amplify things as well. The powerful storm and what ever your subconscious was trying to tell you sounds like it got a bit carried away and tried to process a lot at once. I would break down each of the dreams. Write down the specific things that stick out. Color, places, even the smallest object that refuses to leave your mind holds meaning. Even those numbers. Then google up a dream interpretation list. There are quite a few out there. Look up your symbols and see how the equate to your waking life. Write it all down. And the piece together the puzzle.

Good luck!

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aintgonnatakethis · 8 months ago

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for the WIP game:

Cupiosexual James Bond - June: Mermaids

What Big Teeth You Have

Thanks for the ask! 😄

Cupiosexual James Bond - June: Mermaids

Part of The Aspec Year challenge, which I'd encourage everyone to get involved in, as the world needs more aspec writing! I've written a decent amount of ace and aro characters, so was wondering about microlabels, as I myself identify as aegosexual. I found cupiosexual, which means someone who doesn't experience sexual attraction but still wants sexual relationship and my brain instantly matched it up with Bond.

There's definitely a discussion to be had around him having had sexual attraction at one point, but due to the frankly abusive job he has to endure on a daily basis, he no longer does. Bodies being a tool is something I've talked about a lot for other characters (specifically David Telford from SGU) and the damage it does to a person's psyche, where they begin to view themselves as a tool and not even a person… Yeah, that's the good shit!

I'm not sure if I'll be going the angst route with this fic - it's my aim but you know how The Characters can be! Anyway I've started it off with Bond bringing Q gifts from his deployments, as I can never get enough of that idea.

It had started roughly six months ago, gifts beginning to appear on Q's desk without anything attached that could give him a clue as to who his sudden benefactor was. There didn't appear to be a pattern in temperament or price. A stuffed elephant one time, a box of the finest Cuban cigars the next, followed by a Newton's cradle with tiny cats hanging off the outermost balls, followed by a puzzle box intricate enough to flummox Q for a record two days - a flattened Roman coin inside - followed by a gigantic cat tree, still contained in its four large boxes. Q had questioned his staff and actually believed them when they swore they hadn't seen who'd left them, even if it seemed nigh on impossible to smuggle so many metre-and-a-half square boxes through the bowels of MI6 without anyone noticing.

What Big Teeth You Have

I've already discussed this one a bit here, but the Telford werewolf idea is an idea completely owned by @judgeverse and I'm merely borrowing it! As I talked about how it ended up in the cracky side of things on the other ask, here I'll post what I was aiming for when I started: some homoerotic violence!

Young's eyes flashed dangerously, his voice very low when he next spoke. "You get one chance to leave under your own power." The back of Rush's neck prickled with warning, but he found himself incapable of backing away from the challenge laid in front of him. Young didn't respect him as it was, and he never would if Rush turned tail and ran now. He jutted his chin out. "You're not going to touch me." Without breaking eye contact, Young dropped his pile of blankets to the side with a thump. A moment later an answering thud came from behind Telford's door, which Rush had a scant few seconds to wonder about before Young planted both hands into his chest and shoved him roughly backwards, sending him crashing to the floor in a wild tangle of limbs. Rush gasped for breath, taken off guard and winded by the sudden attack. He couldn't believe one of the soldiers had actually laid hands on him! He'd been assured by Doctor Jackson that things were different within the programme as compared to the military industrial complex at large. He'd said sure, they can be brusque and stubborn when it comes to what they believe, but we're very strict on who we let into the program. Jack's never put a finger on me. They're good guys.

These two men brawling until they're both bloody and gasping for breath? 😍 They're made for it tbh.

WIP game

#tag game #wip game #writeblr #my quote #mine #etoilesombre #ace stuff #james bond #sgu #ww fic #ask game

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luminnara · 2 years ago

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ok, so i know it's technically not a slasher movie but it is a horror game so consider dimitrescu reader? like i feel like it should be written considering the dimitrescu's are basically vampires and it feels appropriate with lost boys!

YES

I’m a big RE slut and I loved village so much you have no idea

Warnings: horror elements, bugs, violence, cannibalism

Why were you in California? Hell, you had no idea. Mother had tasked you with leaving home and going out into the world to find someone more worthwhile for experiments, believing that you were the only one capable of surviving out there, and you had gone with a smile on your face and pep in your step. Seeing what lay beyond the village gates was exciting, and this would likely be your only chance.

The world was different than you’d expected, though. This place—Santa Carla?—was bright and busy, and there wasn’t a single snowflake on the ground. The sun was warm, so much warmer than it was back home, and you never had to worry about getting too cold and hibernating. There was music everywhere, all the time, and people wearing colorful clothing that looked so different from your own dark robe. Was this what the world was truly like? It wasn’t as lavish as the castle, but it was fun, and there was plenty to do.

And plenty to eat.

David was getting annoyed. He knew something was going on. He knew something had crept into their territory, because he and the boys had found three mutilated bodies so far and none of them were fessing up.

He just didn’t know what the hell could be doing it and then slipping away from them so easily.

“Ugh, what’s that smell?” Marko asked one night, wrinkling his nose as he walked.

Paul paused and sniffed the air. “That’s…uh…” he gave another sniff. “Damn, what is that?”

Dwayne was next. “Rotting flesh…”

“No. There’s something else.” David said, tossing his cigarette away to help clear the air around them. The scent was strange, nothing he had ever encountered before, and while it wasn’t necessarily bad, it wasn’t great, either. “Paul, lead the way.”

“You got it, boss man.” Paul kept his nostrils flared, marching off in the direction the smell was coming from.

The others fell into step behind him, preferring to let Paul and his sensitive nose do most of the work. As they left the boardwalk and entered town, Marko gave David a wary glance.

“You think it’s..?”

“That’s exactly what I think.” David growled, keeping his eyes trained forward. “I don’t know what the hell it is, but it’s gonna regret coming here unannounced.”

You heard the rustle of coats and the jingle of spurs just before they rounded the corner into your alley and you immediately let go of your physical form, suddenly poofing into a dense cloud of blowflies. You hovered low, close to the absolutely decimated corpse that had just served as your dinner, and a moment later, you saw them.

Four men entered the alley, all wearing mismatched clothes and sporting dangly earrings. They looked tough, like they meant to harm you, and suddenly, everything your mother had ever said about stupid, vile man-things was running through your head. Well, your figurative head. You didn’t have one. You were a cloud of blowflies.

“Eugh!” Paul covered his nose as he took in the scene before him.

“Looks like we were too slow,” Marko commented. “They’re gone.”

“Something was here, though.” Dwayne said, nodding towards the fresh corpse barely visible beneath a swarm of flies.

“Something’s been here for a while,” Paul pointed out. “That’s what the fucking smell was. All those old corpses.”

He was right. Strewn throughout the alley were corpses in varying states of decay, some a few days old, some more like a few weeks, all of them torn apart. It was like a scene out of a bad, over the top horror movie, and the bugs in the center of it was just the icing on the cake.

David’s lip curled up in a sneer. “Disgusting.”

All at once, the flies shot towards him, and his eyes widened in horror. The boys scattered, shouting in alarm as they took off as quickly as they could, scrambling up the alley walls and clinging to fire escapes or window sills or whatever they could sink their claws into first.

And you, the amorphous blob of bugs, were shocked.

“How did you do that?” You asked, the flies coming back together to form you again.

The boys stared in shock.

“How did you do that?” Marko asked as he hung off the gutter.

“I’m sorry,” you said, twisting your gloved fingers together. “You surprised me. I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“You didnt, kitten,” David snapped, retracting his claws and slowly climbing down from his spot much like a cat trying to maintain his reputation after doing something embarrassing.

You stared at him in confusion. “I’m not a kitten. I’m a Dimitrescu.”

Dwayne hopped down, landing next to David. “A what?”

You tilted your head to look up at him as he approached you and gulped. Maybe mother was right, maybe men were awful and should all be eaten.

But he was so…so delicious looking, and not in a food way.

“A-a Dimitrescu, of Castle Dimitrescu! And don’t try anything weird, or I’ll—I’ll eat your flesh!”

The other two landed behind you and you spun around to face them, suddenly feeling very vulnerable. Why did it have to be you, the youngest of Alcina’s daughters? Why couldn’t these guys go bother Béla or Daniella? They were at least tougher than you! They’d already have killed these guys, probably, and instead here you were, stammering because you thought they might be a little cute.

Mother would be furious.

“Well, I don’t know of any castles around here, but you sure look like a princess,” Paul winked.

You couldn’t help the small giggle you let out. “My mother is a countess.”

“So what’s that make you?”

“A Lady, i suppose,” you grabbed at your hair, twisting the bloodstained strands around your finger.

“Lady of what, exactly?” David asked.

“My mother has a castle,” you smiled. “I’m a long way from home.”

“I’ll say,” he mumbled.

“What, um…” you glanced around at them. “What are you? I’ve never seen a man-thing jump so high. Or grow claws. No, actually, the lycans do, and…maybe Uncle Heisenberg? I’ve never asked…”

“Princess, I’m gonna have to respectfully ask you what the hell you’re talking about.”

In a moment of bravery, you extended your hand towards him. “I’m the youngest daughter of Lady Alcina Dimitrescu, of Castle Dimitrescu.”

He looked down at your hand, resisting the urge to wrinkle his nose as he imagined it turning into flies. Slowly, he took it, and when nothing out of the ordinary happened, he raised it to his lips and kissing your knuckles.

You were already smitten.

“I’m David. These are Paul, Marko, and Dwayne.” He straightened up. “And we’d like to know what the hell you’re doing hunting in our territory.”

“Oh, that?” You asked. “I…didn’t know there were rules about that. Back home we just sort of eat who we want…”

“You don’t get out much, do you?” Marko asked dryly.

“Nope!”

“David, can she stay?” Paul asked, suddenly moving to your side and throwing an arm around your shoulders.

David raised an eyebrow. “She’s a cloud of flies, Paul.”

“I’m…um…yeah,” you laughed awkwardly. “Sorta.”

“She’s unique,” Paul said.

“You’re vampires, right?” You asked, looking up at him shyly. “My mother is a vampire, kinda. I’ve never met another one though.”

David was far too intrigued to just let you go now, and with a small sigh, he nodded. “We are.”

“Baby, how the hell does a vampire make a swarm of flies?” Paul asked, grinning down at you as if something was hilarious.

“Oh, it’s…kinda complicated,” you said. “B-but me and my sisters, we’re all like this. Mother isn’t. And her siblings are all different.”

“Your hometown sounds wild,” Marko grinned.

“It’s a very fun place for us,” you nodded enthusiastically. “Maybe not for the villagers, but…”

Suddenly, he was at your other side, an arm around your waist. “How bout we get ourselves some fresh chow and you tell us all about it?”

You smiled at him brightly, your teeth stained red from your recent meal, and he felt himself falling head over heels.

“Okay!” You agreed.

“Hey.” Dwayne spoke up. “This alley needs cleaning.”

“Why?” You asked in confusion.

“The humans will find it. And we don’t need them poking around.”

“Oh. That isn’t a problem back home…”

“If you wanna stay in Santa Carla, you gotta learn the ropes,” David said, nudging at a severed arm with his boot. “Lucky for you…you’ve got us.”

#the lost boys #the lost boys x reader #poly lost boys #the lost boys x monster!reader #the lost boys x dimitrescu!reader #dimitrescu!reader #resident evil

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literallymitch · 3 years ago

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𝐆𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬 || 𝐃.𝐃

requested: no

summary: the first part of the reputation series in which the reader first meets Damiano

pairing: Damiano David x famous!reader

word count: 2k

what kind of content: fluff

warnings: drinking

passages written in cursive are flashbacks

some of the lyrics were changed so they would fit the story

Please don’t steal any of my conten and release it elsewhere. Also all of this is fiction. I don’t know these people in real life nor do I know how they act

a/n I I hope you all enjoy this one, as much as I do. I’m so excited about this series jdhidcuheu. What song do you guys think is next? As always please keep in mind english is not my first language. I’m super happy about feedback!!

With a buzzing head I woke up. I shouldn’t have drank so much yesterday. Feeling the after effects of the alcohol I consumed yesterday, I looked at the sleeping figure next to me. A gorgeous man with brown hair and tattoos that fitted him perfectly. I smiled to myself, knowing he was the reason I probably drank a little too much yesterday. There was no way I would have found the courage to actually talk to him otherwise. He looked like an angel sleeping so peacefully in my queen-sized bed. As I looked at his sleeping figure, an idea popped into my head. I grabbed my notebook and went to my balcony that was connected to my bedroom. Looking at him one last time through the huge window in front of me. I opened my notebook and started writing down some lyrics in memory of last night.

You should take it as a compliment That I got drunk and made fun of the way you talk You should think about the consequence Of your magnetic field being a little too strong

“We wanted to start working on our next album soon too.” , the gorgeous man in front of me said with an Italian accent.

After a few drinks I was finally talking to him. I was too busy taking in his beauty that I didn’t really listen to what he just said to me. All of a sudden, I started giggling.

“You know, your accent is so funny, I love it. Like the way you pronounce some words? Hilarious”.

“Thanks, I guess?”

I cringed a little thinking about this specific moment. If he knew the only reason I was making a fool out of myself in front of him was his magnificent appearance, he would take it as a compliment. He probably already knew that was the reason. How could he not know? It’s not like he has never looked in a mirror. Also, there is no way, I am the first person that had to suffer from his magnetic self. By now he should know what his whole existence is doing to people.

And I got a boyfriend, he's older than us He's in the club doing, I don't know what You're so cool, it makes me hate you so much (I hate you so much)

“Shouldn’t your boyfriend be here as well?” the beautiful Italian boy asked.

“My wha- Oh you mean Andre? He isn’t my boyfriend. The media just made that up after we went out once, and I was caught at two of his games. We haven't talked in months. He’s probably at some club right now, annoying some poor girl.”

At that moment I thought I’ve seen a small smile appear on his face. He then just turned to the bar tender, ordering another beer. God, how could he just keep his cool like this the whole night. Usually it was the other way around. People would stand drunk in front of me trying to make a move, while I just stood there unimpressed. He really made me feel like an insecure fourteen-year-old girl again, and I hated him for that

Whisky on ice, Sunset and Vine You've ruined my life, by not being mine

“The sunset is really beautiful today” Damiano stated sipping on his glass of Whisky. I nodded in agreement while I ate a grape from the vine that was placed on the bar counter.

The bar were at was on top of a small mountain somewhere outside Rome. From there we had a great view over the whole city of Rome and how the sun met the city's skyline. It really was beautiful, still it was nothing compared to him. I wish he would’ve been mine, so I could’ve rested my head on his shoulder right there and then, but he wasn’t.

You should take it as a compliment That I'm talking to everyone here but you (but you, but you)

“I’m glad we’re finally getting a chance to talk after you talked to, well, everyone else at this bar except me.”, the handsome man called me out while he sat down next to me.”

Feeling a bit caught, I just gave him an awkward smile. I tried to come up with a reasonable excuse, that was less embarrassing than ‘Yeah sorry about that, I was just too scared to talk to you because you look like you’re straight out of my dreams.’

“I’m really sorry about that! It was just that every time I was done talking to someone, the next person already stood behind me wanting to talk.” I lied.

“It’s alright. I guess that's what happens when you’re a world-famous singer.”

And you should think about the consequence Of you touching my hand in the darkened room

It was now 11pm and the sky outside was completely dark. The lights in the bar were also dimmed a bit, creating a cozy atmosphere. Damiano and I were in the middle of our conversation, as he accidentally grabbed my hand, that was resting on the bar counter, instead of his drink. It felt like an electric shock. An electric shock that woke up the butterflies inside my body. My hand started to tingle, and I’m pretty I was full on blushing now.

If you've got a girlfriend, I'm jealous of her But if you're single that's honestly worse 'Cause you're so gorgeous it actually hurts

“So do you have a girlfriend?”, at this point I was so drunk I didn’t even care how this question came across anymore.

I was pretty sure he in fact had a girlfriend, I mean how could he not looking like this?

“No I don’t.” Thank god. “It’s kinda hard building up a real relationship with someone when you're always busy, but I guess you can tell me a thing or two about it too.”

Oh, yes, I could. Still I would drop everything I was doing right now, just to be with him.

Chocolate brown eyes looking in mine I feel like I might sink and drown and die

Just as my confidence made a small comeback, I made the mistake to directly look into Damianos beautiful brown eyes. There really wasn’t a single thing about him that wasn’t extremely beautiful. I started to feel a bit dizzy as a wave of heat rushed through my body. What is this man doing to me?

Just thinking about it again made my heart beat three times faster.

You make me so happy, it turns back to sad, yeah There's nothing I hate more than what I can't have You are so gorgeous it makes me so mad You make me so happy, it turns back to sad, yeah There's nothing I hate more than what I can't have

For like the million time this evening, he made a laugh. Great, so he wasn’t just incredibly handsome, but also extremely funny. I didn’t realize how happy I was in his presence until I remembered he wasn’t mine. Suddenly I felt kind of sad, thinking about how I maybe would never see him again after tonight. I just wanted to grab his hand and run away with him. Somewhere I could be alone with him. Somewhere he would be only mine.

Guess I'll just stumble on home to my cats Alone, unless you wanna come along

I looked at the clock that was hanging on the wall behind the bar tender. I was shocked when I realized it was already midnight. There was no way we’ve been talking for like three hours now. I scanned the room for my friends, I went here with in the first place.

“Looking for someone specific?” Damiano asked, now also looking in the direction I was looking in.

“Just my friends, but it seems like they already went home. I’ll check if they texted me” I picked up my phone, checking if I had a message from my friends.

‘Hi babe, we already went home, we were kinda tired. Have fun talking to handsome stranger. You better tell us everything tomorrow ;)’

“Did they text you?”

“Yes, my friend texted me that they already went home. Guess I’ll have to go home alone then. At least my cats are waiting for me.” I stood up and tried to make my way over to the wardrobe to get my coat. Unfortunately I forgot how drunk I actually and almost tripped as I tried to walk. Alcohol and heels really are not a good combo. Thankfully Damiano grabbed my arm helping me to stabilize myself.

“You’re sure, you’ll make it home alone?”

“Yes, I am a big girl. Unless you wanna come along.” I said with a cheeky grin on my face.

Damiano left out a soft chuckle. He paid for our drinks and then accompanied me on my way back home.

“It’s already pretty late, if you want to, you can stay over.” I told him after he brought me up to my bedroom.

“That would be nice, thanks.”

After I got myself ready for bed, I basically fell into my cozy bed, cuddling myself up in my soft sheet.

“You mind telling me where your guestroom is before falling asleep?” the Italian boy asked with an amused look on his face.

“Mmh, I don’t know. Just sleep here, it's fine.” I answered him, already half asleep.

After that, I probably fell asleep, since I don’t remember anything else that happened.

You're so gorgeous I can't say anything to your face (to your face) 'Cause look at your face

“Good morning.” I heard a raspy voice say.

I looked up from my notebook and came face to face with Damiano gorgeous figure. His hair was messy, and he still looked a bit sleepy. Since he just wore a pair of boxer shorts, I could finally see all the tattoos that covered his upper body. All of a sudden I felt the same way as I did last night when I saw him for the first time. The words were stuck in my throat and I felt the anxiety build up in my body. How does he manage to make me feel this way by just existing?

“Good morning. Did you sleep well?” I somehow managed to say.

“Yes I did thank you. What are you doing?” he asked me curiously as he sat down on the garden chair next to me.

“I’m just writing a song. The idea came to mind when I woke up.”

“Not gonna lie, it’s pretty impressive that you’re able to write a song now after you could barely walk yesterday.” a small laugh left his mouth. “Can I see it?”

“No, it’s kinda awful. I’m to hungover to write something good now. I just wanted to write the idea down.” I lied, I actually really liked the stuff I wrote so far, but he would probably think I’m a freak when he found out I wrote a song about after knowing him for a day.

“Can you at least tell me what it is about?”

“So you can steal my brilliant idea? No, thanks.” we both started laughing. “I can offer you breakfast though”

“I’m fine with that too” he said flashing me his beautiful smile

And I'm so furious At you for making me feel this way But what can I say? You're gorgeous

We were now sitting on my roof garden eating breakfast. Damiano told me some things about his life and what interests he had. As he did, so I looked at him in awe. I really started crushing on him as he continued to talked about his last tour with a huge smile on his face. I hated it that I was practically on my knees for him already, but how could I not? He’s perfect.

“I could really get used to this, you know?” he said out of nowhere.

“Me too.” I responded, not really questioning what he meant.

I also didn’t care as long as it involved us spending time together. I would make him mine no matter what.

#damiano david #måneskin #damiano david fanfiction #damiano david x reader #damiano david imagine #damiano david fluff #damiano maneskin #maneskin #måneskin imagine #taylor swift #reputation #reputation series

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inknopewetrust · 4 years ago

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A Little Chaos

Summary: A thief finds herself at the center of the kidnapping of two girls and has the attention one very attractive detective.

Pairing: Detective Loki x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: Criminal activity, flirting, sexual references, brief choking, probably 16+ based on content but no explicit smut. A mention of pedophilia but nowhere near in detail.

A/N: I don't think I've ever written something like this and can I just say that I really loved it!? So, I really hope you all do too! Requests are currently CLOSED but I hope to open them soon again and with new characters to add to my list. Check out my Masterlist for all other works. Thanks so much for requesting this @mrs-blooooom! I just loved the idea so much and thanks for being so kind about all the delays!

One - pick the lock

Two - lift up the screen and frame as quietly as possible but make absolutely no rough work of it.

Three - slip on the shoe covers and assess the gloves before entering through the window.

Four - get to work.

That was always the structure, no questions asked. Though, you noticed the news beginning to trace your patterns. You had made a hit in another neighborhood two weeks ago and because the news began reporting the patters, you were sure the police weren’t far behind.

And perhaps on that particular Thanksgiving, you shouldn’t have done another–or picked that house, rather.

Detective David Loki had a million different things running through his mind on a daily basis. When a case such as the Dover-Birch one stuck itself in the middle of an already pending investigation of burglaries in the Conyer’s area, he had a hunch of who he would investigate first. But he couldn’t get to that immediately because Keller Dover convinced him and his superiors that the RV belonging to Alex Jones was the first and only way to go.

But even after interrogating the man who had a child-like innocence to him, David Loki was convinced there was something more to the story. There had to have been a connection to who burglarized the Dover’s that same night and where the girls could be... he was certain, but then he wasn’t because he wasn’t sure you were the kind of person who would kidnap two innocent girls.

On a particularly slow Tuesday, no new leads had come in and the investigation had stalled because Alex Jones had now gone missing without a trace. Although he was doing everything he could, Loki was far from finding a solution and decided to take the initiative into his own hands and dive into the file he had been working on for nearly five months–the one into you and your less-than-stellar activities. The post-it note sticking out of the side of the manilla folder contained an address to an apartment in the center of town. He plucked it out, tucked it into his pocket and walked straight out of the station.

You weren’t worried about being considered a suspect in the kidnapping of two girls. You had no connection to the Dover’s, Birches’, or the Jones’, as well as no connection to the scene of the crime. You were always careful, and the Dover’s had no security cameras. So, when your comm buzzed in the middle of the day, you weren’t expecting it to be the police.

“Hello?”

“Ms. L/n? This is Detective Loki with the Conyer’s Police Department. I have a few questions I would like to ask you.” The voice was cackled with the circuited communication buzzer but you heard the man loud and clear. You also knew exactly who that was.

Detective David Loki was an infamous creature of Conyers. One day he just seemed to sprout out of nowhere and into the public sphere, but you had known him for a while. You were never friends, and you were sure until now he didn’t even know your name, but he was the star pupil of the town. And the spotlight he was in, he absolutely hated it. Every time his picture appeared in the paper or when he had to speak on the television relayed that message and you laughed in pity. The poor man just wanted to do his job and that was one part he didn’t sign up for.

“Can I ask what this is regarding?”

“The investigation into Joy Birch and Anna Dover. I just have a few questions I’d like to ask you if you would step-”

“I’ll buzz you up.” You pressed the button and unlocked the door, opening it just enough for you to rest on the frame with one arm on the door and the other on your hip.

Another thing you knew about Detective David Loki was that he was one of the most attractive people you had ever laid eyes on. The man was a walking dream but unfortunately, on the other side of the law which was far from promising when it came to your vivid imagination.

“How nice of you to not barge into my home, Detective.” You called out to him as he appeared on the steps landing just down the hall from your door. Loki gave no smile but shoved an orange post-it into his jacket as he shoved his hands into his pockets.

“This surely won’t take long.”

With a nod you moved away from the door, shutting it closed behind you. With the sudden and unexpected presence of this man who was a fine line between formal detective and loose cop, there was an urge to be exactly the opposite of what he wanted you to be. He had been trailing you for just enough time to learn patterns in your life, the people you associate with, the fact that you had a degree and a decent job. You had an apartment to call your own, a car that wasn’t stolen and yet you continued to break into people's homes and steal curious objects for what? Consignment sales? He wasn’t sure. But you weren’t going to give him the answers he was looking for. You enjoyed the life you built for yourself...even if you had to steal and sell things to arrive at ends meet to pay for everything in your life.

“So... what can I do for you?”

“Can you recall where and what you were going on the night of Thursday, November 28th?”

“Thanksgiving?” You asked with a raised brow and he nodded. Loki pulled out no notebook to take notes, rather he watched every movement. He was trying to identify guilt, but you were a casual sleuth. It wasn’t a game he was used to because all of his suspects eventually gave in.

“I got up around 8:30, maybe 9 and ate some breakfast, um I-” You took a seat on the arm of your couch, running a hand over your mouth trying to “remember” what exactly you were doing a few days ago.

“-took a shower and then got started on my dish to pass at my parents dinner. I made sweet potatoes and stuffing-or dressing... I don’t know what you call it.” Loki was far from amused that you were making this appear less than serious. He couldn’t let himself believe that you were stupid enough to believe he wasn’t there on behalf of the story that captured the attention of the entire nation, so he didn’t believe a word you said.

“When that was done I got ready, did my makeup, and headed out to my parents where my sister and her family were meeting us to have dinner. Then I left their house around 7-ish and came home.”

“After dinner you went straight home?”

“Yes.”

You looked at him with an unfazed gaze which he met but didn’t buy. It was a game. A cat and mouse game that he wasn’t willing to bite into but it was too late, you already had him on a string. Loki would be lying if he didn’t find you attractive, even in the slightest. You were a beautiful woman, and it was because of how you looked that you’ve never been caught. You always covered every inch of your body and you looked unassuming. You had a perfectly pristine house, looked like someone who didn’t need to steal to live but then again, most of the time, all the people who do steal never look like they would because that is what people are taught not to look for.

“I made some phone calls late last week and someone in your family spilled that you weren’t there. In fact, you haven’t been to a family holiday since you graduated college nearly ten years ago. Bad relationship?”

“I can assure you–whoever you talked to, they weren’t there. I was there. I can tell you what I wore, what I ate, what was on the T.V. and what color shoe my nephew was wearing that day.”

“Those could just be good guesses?” Loki let his eyes wander around the small living space. He looked at the picture frames, the vases, the bins, the T.V. stand, everything that could have screamed “out of place” to him but nothing did.

“You didn’t happen to pass two little girls on your drive home, did you?”

“Excuse me?”

“Two girls. I’m sure you’ve seen their picture on the news.” Loki pointed to the T.V. at first but then dug into his pocket and pulled out a single picture of two girls photographed on a playground. They were smiling widely and happily at the person behind the camera. You had never seen the girls so you shook your head no and crossed your arms.

“No. I’ve never seen them before. Am I supposed to?”

“I don’t know, are you?”

“What are you implying, detective?”

“Do you know the house you broke into on Thursday, November 28th was the home of Anna Dover. Anna and her friend Joy went missing that same night after returning to the Dover residence to find a whistle. You were inside the home at the time we believe the girls went missing. So, tell me–do you know where the girls are?” Loki was zoned in accusation. The man was unwavering in his tone or his assumption and you would say it was scary if you didn’t find it attractive. Why, God WHY, did the detective working on this case have to be everything you looked for in a man? It would be so much easier if he were old and wrinkled but he was far far from it.

“Detective, if I would have known you would come into my home and accuse me of kidnapping two innocent girls, I wouldn’t have answered the ring.”

“Where are the two girls? Do you know where they are?”

“No. I told you I didn’t take the girls.”

“But you were in the house? Did you see the girls?”

“I didn’t say that either.”

“What if I told you that you were a sloppy thief?”

“Excuse me?” You furrowed your brows in confusion. You were certain that you were not. There was never a time where you left as much as a trace of hair in a location that you hit.

“The bin.” Loki walked over to the T.V. stand that had three white bins tucked into slots. The bins were generally filled with junk except for one thing that the Dover’s told him went missing yesterday afternoon. A medium size blue decorative pot with yellow flowers on its sides. It was meant for shallow flowers as a table center piece that was gifted to Keller and Grace on their wedding day. Grace was distraught over it and it was sitting the left-most bin under the television. Loki pulled open the drawer and carefully took out the pot and you looked at it with a shrug.

“Where did you get this?”

“My mother.”

“I thought I told you that they told me you haven’t spoken to them in a decade?”

“Well I obviously spoke to them before that.”

“I am going to ask you again and I want an honest answer. Where did you get this pot?”

What were you supposed to do? The man literally cracked the code. If only you hadn’t chosen that house. Oh! How much easier your life would be.

“I plead the fifth.” Oh, fuck.

Loki set the pot carefully down and pulled a pair of handcuffs from his belt. It would have been hot if you weren’t terrified of what came next. Then you made an ill-timed joke.

“You’re not pulling those out for another reason are you?” You didn’t even laugh yourself because he simply ignored it and motioned for you to stand and turn around.

“I am going to take you to the station and we will talk more there. Stand up, turn around, and give me your hands.”

“I already told you I don’t know where the girls are.” Ignored again but the feeling of him pushing your shoulder with his hand and taking your wrist was something you wished you would stop replaying in your mind.

“You have the right to remain silent. Anything-”

The Conyer’s Police Station was wimpy compared to other cities. It was a small, single story brick building with three holding rooms and one interrogation room. You weren’t sure how long you sat in the holding cell, but it was nighttime by the time you were taken out of the room by another officer and into a brightly lit, slightly yellowed room with a mirrored window and a small desk with two chairs. There was a pencil and a pad of paper at the center of it but you were sure if it was going to be Detective Loki interrogating you, he wouldn’t need it.

The officer uncuffed you with no words spoken and pointed at the chair facing the window. You rubbed your wrists from the friction the metal left before taking a seat and staring into the glass where your reflection met your own. You had nothing to do with the two missing girls so you had nothing to give them, or rather, nothing to give Loki to further his investigation.

The man of the hour waltzed into the room a mere five minutes after you were sat down. He had a half-drank cup of coffee in one hand and a small grouping of papers in the other. Loki sat down, settling himself before looking up at you and beginning the interrogation.

“Please state your name, age, and address.”

You recited the information as told.

“How many homes a year do you burglarize?" Loki opened a file that was tucked under some papers with a series of pictures printed on a piece of computer paper. It was amalgamation of missing objects from families around Conyers. You were fucked, but you couldn't let him think that, or at least believe that you were guilty in anyway. Your stealing wasn't going to find those girls because you had no idea where in the world they were. You had never seen them before their faces were plastered on every hour of the news.

"Shouldn't my lawyer be here if you are going to accuse me of something?"

"Do you need a lawyer?"

"Do I, Detective?"

It was the attitude that angered him the most. A woman like you didn't need to steal. Based on your records, he had no reason to truly believe you would. Clean record. No screaming signs of intent or distrust popped out but he knew you were guilty. There was not a doubt. But there was something in that attitude that made him squirm. An attractive quality that he did not want to admit.

"If you answer the questions I ask truthfully, then no, you won't need a lawyer."

"Ask away." You leaned back in the chair with arms crossed and a determined narrowness to your eyes. It was a challenge. Try me, Detective. Do it, I dare you.

"When did you first start stealing?"

"When I was seven. My sister always had better stuff, so I took it."

"And that escalated to...what?" Instead of leaning back on his own chair, Loki leaned forward. His shoulders were hunched in an aggressive, intense tactic to scare you into admitting something that you didn't have any part of. He just wanted to find those girls and you happen to be a speed bump in the way.

"Minor petty theft. I never take anything over $500."

"How do you know what something is worth?"

"I'm sure you can find that in my file, Detective. Everything is there I am sure of it. You all know just how to frame the people you want. But I had nothing to do with those girls."

Loki's line of aggravation was growing thin. Sooner or later, attitude wasn't going to cut it and he was going to have to use the tactics he used on Alex Jones and other potential perpetrators on you. He never liked to get outright violent with women, but he couldn't let this go without trying to get something. The days were wearing thin and he needed to find Joy and Anna.

"You were in the Dover's house the night of the abduction. Where are the girls?"

"I told you I didn't have anything to do with that."

"Didn't or don't."

"Doesn't matter. I did not see them. I do not know where they are. Ruining children's lives isn't my MO, Detective-"

"But you do and you did! YOU were in that house. YOU were at the scene of the crime at the time they went missing. YOU are the one who knows what happened to those girls!" His voice was no longer steady and calm as he had been taught during his training. His string had snapped when in response, you laughed.

Loki flew out of his chair, rounded the table as the sound of his chair skidded across the floor and to the wall behind him. If you weren't so focused on him, you probably could have heard the surprised yells of the Detectives and Officers behind the mirror. The angered Detective roughly arrived at his destination–you, and grabbed the back of your hair, pulling your head back to look at him as he stood over you.

"Where the fuck are the girls?" It came out like a hiss. His eyes enraged with pain for the families and his own reputation if the case goes wrong and he doesn't find them in enough time. You weren't scared of him or his tactics. Rather, it was quite the opposite. If he wasn't attractive, you would have been disgusted but the man was the epitome of perfection and this scene would be one to get you off for years to come.

"I told you, I don't know where the girls are." He gripped your hair harder and you felt the chair waver underneath you. Still not scared.

"You're a liar, a fucking thief, and I don't believe you. Where are the girls? Do you like that sort of thing, huh? Do-"

"You sick fuck. I'm a thief not a fucking pedophile. I didn't take the girls!" You were slightly taken aback by his suggestion, but it was all a tactic. You had seen it on millions of police shows before. He just wanted answers, but he wasn't going to find them with you. Whatever in the sentence you had just spoken to him, Loki was worse off for it. He practically lifted you by the hair and charged you into the wall roughly. Not enough to leave a mark, but enough to make a point. He wasn't playing around but neither were you.

Loki's hand let go of your hair and one found itself on the wall next to your head as he closed in on you. You could feel his breathe on your face and his eyes pierced your goddamned soul. The other, well the other found itself right on your neck, holding you in place against the wall with a slight squeeze. Holy fuck.

"Keep this up Detective and I would have the means to believe this might lead to something else." The smile, your smile crept up on your face at your own assumption. You wouldn't complain if it did escalate to that.

"TELL ME WHERE THE GIRLS ARE? WHERE IS ANNA? WHERE IS JOY?"

"I told you I DON'T KNOW WHERE THE GIRLS ARE!"

There was something in your own anger that made him want to believe you didn't take the girls or had any clue where they were. He would hate to see a woman like you throw your life away for a career of crime. The proximity between the two of you was next to none. A knife wouldn't have been able to break the tension and the way he held you, unintentionally violent with a hand just a little too suggestively on your neck was a mistake but not one that he was readily going to admit. If this was any other situation, he might have let himself be willing to feel something more. But this was an interrogation, so he kept the face and squeezed just a little harder.

"Where are they? Tell me where they are?"

"Starting to sound like a broken record there. I would tell you again but I'm sure you have my admission of NOT KNOWING WHERE THEY ARE ON TAPE!"

Loki had enough and let your neck go with a jolt. His hands went to his belt where his cuffs were sitting and he pulled them out and turned you around. Your body was flush against the wall and one of his large, tattooed hands held your wrists together as he went to cuff them. This was another thing that would forever be engrained in your "sexy when it shouldn't be" file in your brain.

"Fine. You won't tell me where they are? Maybe a night in lock up will make you think." His voice was low, just at the base of your ear and his hot breath lingered on your neck as you could hear nothing but your heart beating out of your chest and the sound of cuffs closing.

But the man didn't get much further than that because the door to the room opened and like two deer in headlights, you both turned your heads to the sound of the intruder. It was another officer who looked both scared and amused and slightly embarrassed in regard to what he walked in on. He approached Loki as the latter man pulled you off the wall and forward, in front of him to walk toward the door.

"It was the hospital. Joy Birch was just admitted."

The look on Loki's face was priceless. You literally scoffed out loud and turned your face to his.

"I told you I had no fucking idea where they were."

Loki simply passed you over to the other officer and headed to the door, frustrated and confused about his own work and internal feelings about what had just happened–both the realization that you had no idea where they were and that he had been aggressive to the point where it kind of turned him on.

"Detective!" He was halfway out the door when you called out to him and if he had a mind, he would have ignored you and continued on, but he was so flustered that he did.

"If you ever want to use those cuffs sometime, you know where to find me."

Loki didn't say anything, but his eyes wandered. From your face to your body to the floor and back up. It was an unashamed look that made the officer uncomfortable, but you couldn't help but let a small, sly smile grace your face at his look. This man would be the end of your criminal career if he managed to find the time to reunite with you again.

And he did. Two days after Keller Dover was found in a hole and on a holiday he knew you were not going to spend with your family.

#Detective Loki x Reader #Detective Loki x Female Reader #Prisoners #Prisoners 2013 #Jake Gyllenhaal x oc #Jake Gyllenhaal x Reader #David Loki x reader #David Loki x Female Reader #Detective Loki x fem reader #Detective Loki #fanfic #writer #x reader #x female reader #i imagine after the christmas trist reader does in fact serve time for theft. but we ignore that for now.

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fangirlovestuff · 4 years ago

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Rumor Has It - Chris Evans x reader pt.2

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a/n - hey lovely people!! I’m sorry it took me so long to get it out but i really wanted to finish up my requests first, I really hope you like it!! i made a playlist for this fic if you wanna check it out! also, i’d love to hear your thoughts about this chapter please come talk to me:) enjoy!!<3

Summary: “ I don't know what to say / Since a twist of fate, when it all broke down / And the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now” (from The Story Of Us by Taylor Swift)

Disclaimer: there’s a flashback montage thingy in this chapter, and it’s written in italics. once the italics are done, the flashback is done, i really hope it’s not too confusing because i really like it:)

Word Count: ~1.2k

Warning: like one curse word, slight mentions of smut if you really squint, angst

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The next day you arrived to set with your eyes red and puffy, which you hid with big sunglasses. You went straight into hair and makeup, who did an excellent job at getting you to look as good as any other day, and didn't ask any questions as to the cause of your poor state, which you silently appreciated.

Apparently, some things really couldn't be covered by makeup though.

"You alright?" David asked upon seeing you.

"Yeah," you answered airily, taking a sip from your paper cup. "How about you?"

"I'm okay, but are you sure you are? I saw the article yesterday, and I know your boyfriend m-"

"Look, we were keeping it quiet for a reason," you cut him off. "He can deal with it. Or so I thought," you added in a low mumble that didn't escape David's ears.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"We had… a fight. Look, it's nothing, I'd really rather we don’t talk about and just-" you shrugged off your jacket, "Let's just do our jobs, okay?"

"Okay," he nodded. Before you had the opportunity to say anything, he pulled you in for a tight hug. You were too upset to push him away, and you received his comfort gratefully.

"Okay," you let out a breath and put on a smile. "So, what are we doing today?"

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You parked your car in the parking lot close to your friend's house, which you supposed was your temporary house for now. Leaving the car, you were just locking the doors when you heard a familiar voice calling your name.

"Hey," Chris breathed, quickly catching up to you. Which wasn't hard, considering you were pretty much rooted into your spot with shock, rapidly turning into anger.

"What the fuck?" you said. That was the most your brain could come up with right now.

"I was just… look, I just wanted to-"

"Oh, that's not what I wanna know. Why are you here? As in, next to my friend's apartment whose address I never gave you, nor the permission to come by?"

"I asked around an-"

"You know what, save it," you cut him off impatiently, "The point is, go away. Now."

"Please just listen to me, sweetheart," he grabbed onto your wrist and you quickly shook free from his grip.

"No," you shook your head and turned your back on him, starting to walk away in the direction of the building.

"Oh come on! Don't be like that! After all we've been through, you're gonna let this be the final straw?" he yelled, walking quickly after you.

"See, that's exactly my problem with you, Chris," you turned around, fuming, "You talk a big game about how we've been through so much together, yet the minute you don't like one of my friends, you push me away and say I'm a cheater!" you struggled to keep your voice level, not wanting to cause a scene yet unable to stop your frustration from seeping into your tone.

"That's not how it was, I swear that's not what I m-"

"Yes, that is how it was!" you were fighting the urge to physically slap him. "My god, Chris, grow up already! You can't have your cake and eat it too!"

"I don't want anything, I just want to explain–" he fumbled over his words for a second, his mouth opening and closing, "I just want you."

Before you could register his words, his lips were on yours, softly moving against you, hands cupping your face. And you couldn't help your muscle memory, you couldn't help –

You were laying on the bed in your pajamas, which were really just one of Chris' shirts, scrolling on your phone, when you heard soft footsteps from the hallway. You smiled to yourself before closing your phone, turning around just in time to see Chris coming into the bedroom, sweatpants on but shirtless. He smiled before coming to hover over you, softly bringing his lips to yours before traveling south, peppering kisses onto your jaw, neck, and collarbone. You tilted your head back to grant him better access. Your lips parted in a soft gasp as he brushed over a particular spot, and your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging slightly.

You were also out in the yard, playing with Dodger, laying on the grass to enjoy the last days before winter comes, but apparently winter was very impatient. Suddenly, drops of rain were coming down on you, causing you to blink in surprise. It was getting increasingly stronger, Dodger running around trying to catch the water with his mouth while you and Chris laughed in surprise. You looked over at him, smiling, and he pulled you into his arms, kissing you in the rain.

You were looking at groceries in the shop when he came and wrapped his arms around you, leaning his broad chest against your back as you tilted your head back to peck his lips.

You were dancing at a friend's wedding, laughing breathlessly as he spun you around, his eyes twinkling and the edges of his mouth pulled up in a smile before bringing you close, pressing a kiss onto your smiling lips.

You were pouting after an argument when he bent down to kiss your lips, knowing you both already forgave each other.

And then you were there – that night.

You were just about to give up and go home, your friends could do well enough on their own. The bar was dimly lit, and any other day that might've been mysterious or fun, but today it just made you want to fall asleep even harder than you already did. You were just about to make some excuse about needing to work tomorrow and leave, when you saw him.

He was sitting a few tables away from you, a baseball cap sitting fairly low on his face, his flannel-clad body slumped over the table as he took a swig of his beer. His eyes didn't leave yours, and a slight smile was playing on his lips as he gave you a slight wave. You were sure you didn't know him, but you smiled and hesitantly waved back.

He motioned towards the bar and you got up, making your way towards the bar and sitting down on one of the stools until he got there as well.

"Do you wanna get a drink? On me," he smiled. Up close, you could see his blue eyes glinting in the low light.

"Sure, but… do I know you? You just, you waved at me back there and I-"

"Oh no," he laughed, "No, if I knew you, I'm sure I'd remember it. I just thought you were looking a little miserable, so…"

You chuckled. "Thank you, stranger."

You talked for what could've been minutes or hours, you weren't sure. At the end of the night, you exchanged numbers, and when he walked away you had to stop a dreamy, schoolgirl-like sigh from falling past your lips. He was perfect.

But he wasn't. That illusion, along with your relationship, crumbled down in front of you yesterday.

You vowed you were done with him, yet you couldn't help but kiss him back, your tongues clashing in an all-too-familiar dance. Your heartbeat was pounding in your ears as you forced yourself to break away from him, opening your eyes. Panting, you stared at him, your mouth opening, then you closed it and swallowed heavily before opening it then.

You didn't know what you wanted to say. He opened his mouth and then closed it again, running his tongue across his bottom lip.

You didn't know what you wanted him to say either.

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okay, so maybe i ended it on a bit of a cliffhanger... sorry not sorry;) would you like to see reader and chris get back together or do we want an ultimately angsty ending? i would LOVE to hear your thoughts!!

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#chris evans x reader #chris evans x female reader #chris evans x y/n #chris evans x you #chris evans angst #chris evans fluff #chris evans imagine

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deathbystereo87 · 4 years ago

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Hello! Am a big sucker for softie stuff, was curious for banter of the lost boys with a fem! vampiric runaway~?

A/N: This took me longer than expected to write, I apologize! I hope I wrote it to your standards, as I haven’t really written in character for the boys in almost a year!

Word count: 637 (it’s short, i know :/)

Warnings: Mention of injuries, dead bodies, and blood

Since the beginning of the week, David knew something was off. The boys seemed more on edge and Max was way grumpier than usual. He couldn’t figure out what was wrong, no matter how hard he tried.

That was until one day, he found a trail of a few dead bodies that weren’t his packs. It happened consecutively over the last few nights, and the unmistakable scent of another vampire lingered nearby.

“Boys, I think we got ourselves a trespasser,” David told his pack, rolling his eyes in annoyance.

While he didn’t particularly care if there was another vampire in Santa Carla, Max kept a keen eye out for any people crossing into his territory. He was a stickler for order, and the other packs knew that he ruled over this land.

Marko just sighed, “Do you think we should just drive them out of town? Or call Max.”

“Awww, I don’t wanna talk to him! Last time this happened, we got in trouble.” Paul exclaimed. The four of them always seemed to get blamed, as if they needed to make sure that no one entered.

Dwayne just nodded in agreement, looking around the surroundings.

David followed the scent to the middle of the woods, not too far from the cave, trying to seek out to find the misplaced vampire. His boys followed behind him, walking as quietly as they could despite the sound of their chains. Their bikes were parked not too far away, though it didn’t really matter at this point.

Coming around a few curves and over a few branches and holes, the boys saw a girl crouched behind a tree. Making their way up, they started to surround you.

You had only been in Santa Carla for a little over a week after running away from home, and you knew that there was another pack of vampires not too far from you. Though, you never thought you would meet them (certainly not like this). It was a risky game to be playing in the ‘Murder Capital of the World’.

“Jeez, and I thought I was loud walking,” You remarked, maybe trying to break the ice a bit.

You shivered at the four men that stood in front of you, their glances were threatening. You tried to work up the courage to look them in the face, but couldn’t find the energy. You were too busy worried about the pain in your side. While you were picking off just enough careful victims, you still weren’t careful enough. On your last attempted feeding, you got injured and it wasn’t healing fast enough.

“What are you doing here?” David asked, making imprints with his large boots in the dirt.

“What does it look like? I’m relaxing in a nice and peaceful forest. Is that a crime?”

David huffed, and Marko stepped in. “I think you may be lost, you see. This is our territory.”

“Yeah!” Paul supplied, almost mockingly. “So we’re gonna have to ask you to kindly skedaddle out of here.”

Dwayne groaned, “Please.”

Moving your blood-filled hand from your side, you lost your balance and stumbled to the ground a bit. Trying to catch yourself, you slide in the soil below you.

“Of course, we find an injured vampire. Just our luck!” Paul complained.

Marko rubbed his temple, “What are we going to do?”

Dwayne, Paul, and Marko all looked up to their leader and David looked hesitantly at her.

“Dwayne and Marko, take her back to the cave. Paul, try and clean up as much of this blood out here as you can.”

“David, are you sure?” Marko questioned.

David sent him a threatening look, “Do what I ask you to do, got it?”

“What about Max?” Dwayne inquired.

“Don’t worry about him. I’ll deal with him. Just make sure she’s alright.” Though, David didn’t seem so sure himself.

#the lost boys #the lost boys x reader #the lost boys x fem!reader #david the lost boys #paul the lost boys #1980s #dwayne the lost boys #marko the lost boys #vampires #horror #the lost boys imagines

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good-omens-classic · 4 years ago

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Been thinking about the modernization of the narrative of Good Omens from the novel to the TV series prompted by those last posts. DISCLAIMER: its actually been a while since i either watched the TV show or read the book so i might be misremembering stuff 😅

If i remember correctly, in the early stages of production of the TV show Neil Gaiman stated the aesthetics of Heaven and Hell were being updated to be less like countries at war, as they were in the novel, and more like factions of a corporation, with Heaven being the top office and Hell being the basement. And he said this was to representing the shifting social anxieties of the time - the novel was written on the heels of the Cold War, and so has a lot of spy and soldier aesthetic to it, whereas nowadays we are all looking with a skeptical eye at Disney and Nestle as large corporations do whatever the hell they want without consequences.

I think this modernization is an effective one, but one that changes the flavor of the narrative slightly, and in a way that makes it less appealing to some people and more appealing to others. One is not necessarily better than the other, and given one is a new TV show and one is an old novel so it’s hardly accurate to compare the size of fanbases, I can’t even say one is necessarily more or less appealing/popular than the other. I think that the TV show was well-made, but there were a few small key changes in the writing that move the narrative away from the reasons why I got absolutely obsessed with the novel. I think that David Tennant and Michael Sheen did a pretty good job acting the directions and script they were given, my main things I don’t like are kind of with the writing decisions (and tbh the costuming still but that’s petty 🙄)

I think it’s probably part of my upbringing, which was fundamentalist Protestant and honestly, obsessed with violence, that I don’t want to engage with a story where Hell is bad because it’s the dirty basement of an office building. That’s a legit way to depict Hell, and one that has interesting thematical implications, but I personally want to read stories where Hell is fire and brimstone so that I can watch the protagonists defeat that. I don’t fantasize about breaking free from an office job, or co-workers caught up in office petty politics, stories about finding softness and love amidst an actual war where violence is expected are what appeal to me. The demons in the TV series are violent, but it’s just because they’re mean people, not because there’s a system put in place that forces them to be....which is honestly kind of part of why I liked the universe of the novel so much, because I liked to see Aziraphale and Crowley fight a system that tries to force them to be violent and fight and stuff?

The depiction of a narrative’s bad guy, even with subtle changes, can have some pretty significant impacts on how the audience feels about the narrative if what they’re looking for in the story is catharsis and wish-fulfillment. For example, I often see people gripe about their DMs including homophobia and transphobia in their world-building in DnD, as though the ideal setting would be free from those things (and indeed, that’s the ideal setting for someone who wants escapism), but if you want to roleplay a character who struggles and overcomes those social issues, because they affect you in real life and you find it cathartic, constructing a world where those issues are very mild is not going to provide the same outlet that being victorious in a truly grimdark world is going to. It’s not for everyone, but due to the novel’s vagueness about certain things, it allowed the fandom some level of flexibility in interpreting their version of the supernatural in whatever way they wanted (the only other angel we see “on screen” other than Aziraphale is Metatron, for like 3 pages, so it was really whatever your imagination cooked up to fill in those gaps), whereas the TV show fandom is working with more concrete building blocks.

This leads me to another gripe I have--making God female. I understand this appealed hugely to a lot of people because they love the progressive implications of God not being male, and how it upsets religious bigots, but I honestly did not think this was super revolutionary or groundbreaking for the reason that Good Omens is a work of satire--it is criticizing God, and honestly? I don’t think God is super kind and loving in either version of the story, Heaven is harsh and filled with asshole angels, Crowley was thrown out for just asking questions, and God plays games with his/her servants. Not everyone sees it this way but I honestly feel like God in the GOmens universe is borderline abusive and gas-lighty, as a proxy criticism of the Christian Church, and the church has historically also been extremely misogynistic, so I think that aspect of it kind of falls apart when God is suddenly female.

That line about dinosaur bones being a joke that God played on humans hits differently when child-you went to a school that taught creationism in science class and thought you were going to hell if you didn’t believe what they told you.

But getting back to my main point, the TV show had the narrative updated for the times much more significantly than the radio play that came out in 2015--for that one, it was mostly cosmetic changes, such as tossing in a mention of X-boxes, whereas the TV show updated the basic narrative structure to reflect changing culture. I think it was an effective change, but one that made the narrative less appealing to me personally. A lot of people who were in the fandom before the TV show came out, or who just read the novel after watching the show to compare, seem to agree that the worldbuilding and the characterizations have subtle differences between the two incarnations, which to a casual consumer is not really that noticeable, but if you like one or the other because it hits a very specific sweet spot it might make a difference. For me I liked it mostly because it provided a blank canvas with some very good building blocks for, like, my imagination to run off with, and the TV show closed a lot of those avenues by filling them in with something more concrete. That’s not necessarily a bad thing and I can see myself experiencing this from the opposite side when I go into fandoms having just consumed the newest incarnation of a thing and quite liked it, only to find the fandom has people who liked it before that adaptation and hate it a lot! That’s just the nature of the beast and an inevitable side effect of obsessing over something way more than you’re meant to, but it’s also why I’m not really interested in reading or writing fanfiction set in the TV ‘verse. Anyway Im kind of rambling now but this is just kinda my thoughts and my onion so if anyone has any other thoughts on it feel free to share your onion with me too :)

#good omens #book omens #long post #SORRY IT'S SO LONG #voice of mod

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heavcnslyre · 4 years ago

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ricky bowen x reader series! part seven

— starstruck au!

series masterlist, part one, part two, part three, part four, part five, part six, part seven, part eight, part nine, part ten

IN WHICH ricky has to choose between you and a big career move.

WARNINGS swearing

NOTES this is written in RICKY’S POV and takes place at the same time as part six! it’s pretty short but i’m posting it pretty quickly after i posted part six + i’ll probably post part eight soon. enjoy!

text dividers from @writeyourmindaway !!

lowercase intended.

as soon as ricky got home and saw the look big red was giving him, he knew he messed up. he went outside to his porch to sit down and big red followed.

“so you know, don’t you,” ricky asked after a minute of the two of them sitting in silence. big red sighed.

“ashlyn texted me and told me that you did something to (y/n). what did you do?”

ricky didn’t look at big red. “i... i kissed her.”

“you kissed her?”

“then i ended things with her immediately.”

“oh my god,” big red groaned. “you dumbass. why?”

“red, you know i can’t be with her. she’s... normal. she’s... real. do you have any idea what my parents would do if i was with her? or what the press would say?”

“why do you care so much about them? you haven’t stopped talking about (y/n) lately. if you’re happy, why does what other people think matter?”

“red i just... i can’t. and i’m with nini.”

“ricky,” big red started gently. “you and nini haven’t been in love in years. you obviously still care about each other but... you guys are only still together to make things easier for you.”

ricky rubbed his face. “yeah. you’re right. she’s one of my best friends, for sure. things are just different now.”

“the first thing you need to do is talk to nini. figure out what’s best for both of you,” red said. “then, figure out what matters to you more. (y/n), or your career.”

red stood up and left ricky alone, lost in thought. after a few moments, ricky picked up his phone.

ricky; can we talk?

nini; absolutely. in person?

ricky; yeah. i can come over, if you want?

nini; sure

nini only lived a few minutes away from ricky, so he was pulling into her driveway shortly. he knocked on her door and she opened it, smiling.

“hey!”

“hi nini,” he said. “can we sit?”

nini pointed at the chairs on her front porch and they sat down by each other. ricky was shaking his leg. nini noticed, “everything okay?”

“nini... i think we should break up.”

nini sighed and shifted in her seat. “i agree.”

“you do?”

“absolutely. i love you, obviously you’re one of my best friends, but i don’t think either of us are in this relationship for the right reasons anymore.”

“i’m glad you said that,” ricky said. “you’re one of my best friends too— and i definitely don’t want you out of my life.”

“oh, you can’t get rid of me that easy,” she laughed. “i’ll still be at game night every week. it’s tradition.”

“you mean, me kicking your ass at monopoly is tradition?”

nini rolled her eyes and shoved ricky playfully. “alright asshole. now go, don’t you have a role in a tv show to get?”

ricky laughed and stood up. “guess i do.”

they hugged and ricky waved goodbye to nini, relieved at how the breakup went. she had been in his life since kindergarten and they were dating for three years, but once their careers grew, the realness of their relationship shrank. she would always be a big part of his life though, no matter what happened.

“ricky?” lynne bowen called as ricky came through the door. he wandered into the office, where his parents were sitting, talking to someone on the computer.

“what’s up?” ricky looked on the computer and saw david, his agent, on the screen. his eyes widened and he took a seat in front of the computer.

“ricky. we need to talk,” david said. “about this girl.”

he held up a picture of you, leaving the beach the other day. you were crying and obviously in a hurry. ricky’s eyes widened again and he sat up straight.

“how did you— how do you—”

david cut him off. “paparazzi are everywhere. you should know this by now, ricky! i told you to stay home this weekend, now the producers of the show saw this and they are even more on the fence about hiring you. they don’t think you’re taking this seriously.”

“no, i am!” ricky said quickly. “i swear, i didn’t mean any harm by hanging out with her.”

“the only way to make the producers take you seriously again is for you to publicly announce that you don’t know this girl. say she’s a random fan who you have no connection to— whatever you have to do.”

“you want me to lie?”

“this is the industry, ricky. everyone lies. it’s how you succeed,” david sighed. “if this girl doesn’t go away, this role does. figure it out.”

the call ended and ricky sat there, his heart racing, his mind focusing on you. he heard his parents talking but none of their words registered in his mind. he had already ruined it with you— and lying to the press about you sealed the deal. he knew he would never gain your trust back.

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