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eldritchazure · 2 years ago

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i have a surak-era oc who i’m gonna ramble about here from time to time.

he’s from t’paal because i’m Fascinated by that region for some reason. i really wish there was more info on it but alas. i’ll have to make shit up as i go. he was born in one of the enclaves but i’m thinking he was raised in a temple of akraana there.

(people don’t know what the goddess akraana presided over, only that she was the wife(?) of the war god khosarr, so i’m gonna make things up. i’m thinking she was some kind of goddess of magic, prophecy, and art because it’s convenient and also cool. also since one of the enclaves where her disciples lived is now an artists’ enclave so it works. her worshippers were kinda like a mystery cult, similar to the cult of despoina, hence why people don’t know what her deal was today. sorry for the info dump, i find this kind of thing REALLY interesting so i think about it A Lot.)

so this guy was a disciple of akraana and raised in one of her temples. the reason why he was sent there as a child was because he had these “visions” of the past and the future. the actual reason for the “visions” was that his mind was frequently temporally displaced. not permanently or constantly like spock’s was in disco, but it kind of came and went? like he’d be going about his day and then all of a sudden BAM there’s gonna be a horrible famine here At Some Point in the Near Future. or BAM someone was murdered horrifically at this spot A Very Long Time Ago. or someone was born at this spot and a lot of people were full of joy about it A Very Long Time Ago. he couldn’t tell when exactly things happened/would happen, only vague impressions. this is why he was dropped off at the temple by his parents. they didn’t know how to deal with the visions and figured the temple people might. is this logical or at all responsible parenting? definitely not. but i’m thinking the visions put great mental strain on him and by extension his parents through the familial bonds so maybe sending him to live with the people who specialized in that kind of thing would be able to take care of him better. whether or not that’s true remains to be seen.

i have no idea how the temporal displacement happened, or why it isn’t like how spock’s was. at this point it’s plot convenience. idk maybe it’s some weirdo space entity?? idk idk. anywho he mistook the weirdo space entity for akraana (or maybe it was akraana. who knows. ANYWAY.)

so yeah he gets these visions. maybe they slowly drive him a little mad? i don’t know!! i’ll figure it out, or maybe i won’t. but yeah he gets visions and then writes them down in a bunch of notebooks over his life. he doesn’t know what most modern things are so they’re written through a kind of fantastical/mythological lens. he predicts different wars with aliens but he doesn’t know they’re aliens so he calls them like, demons or spirits or whatever. even technology that could be found at that time he probably didn’t know about, because i’m imagining that the temple/area he was raised in was one of the ones that was generally against technology. so if he were to predict the radiation from the nuclear weapons being used at the time, people wouldn’t know what he meant until it was happening.

eventually the notebooks are found and now they’re in a museum somewhere displaying the history of the region. most historians dismiss his prophecies as the ramblings of a madman but those who look closely enough do admit it is somewhat eerie how they seem to mirror a lot of big historical events.

for example, a ship full of vengeful demons wearing the faces of vulcans emerging from a portal, who will consume t’khasi from the inside out.

anywho. at the moment his name is tova. this is subject to change. his story is pretty barebones at the moment and is little more than a concept that i’ve written out here in a very long winded post. i’ll probably flesh it out some more, add some much needed Drama and probably a healthy serving of Angst, as you do.

#pre-surak times #the time of surak #the timeline is a little wishy washy rn #he was alive at the same time as surak but was born before surak started his logic campaign #i’m thinking tova probably dies young. like twenties young.#either because of temporal displacement related reasons or civil war related reasons #or maybe he doesn’t!! maybe he gets old and grey #or there’s time travel shenanigans #i haven’t decided yet #anywho #sorry for the really long winded post full of me getting side tracked repeatedly #vulcan history #vulcans #star trek aos #star trek #tova

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starttraction · 14 days ago

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actually i need to talk about stuck inside specifically cause there's so much to it and the characterization for william you can gain it makes me feel like a madman. rambling under cut

the main thing i keep getting stuck (heh) on with the song is how a main part of the chorus is "it's alright, i'll be fine" and i think it's sooo interesting the way it's used in different parts of the song!! first time it's "five innocent lives i took before their time / it's alright, i'll be fine" which plays really well into williams selfishness i think. the way he talks about the killings without acknowledging the victims as being hurt, instead focusing on himself, like "dont worry, even though i did this, i'm okay! and will continue to be okay!" and that's SO INTERESTING TO ME. it's so natural for him to just not care about the damage he's caused, to the point where it doesn't even seem to cross his MIND.

second time from the same chorus builds on that too, with him saying "even though they died, a part of them survived / i'll make them unalive / it's alright, i'll be fine, safe inside" it just. it further plays into how his ass does NOT give a shit about those kids. though this one sounds a little more like self-reassurance? it's alright, you'll be fine, nothing can hurt you. that kinda thing. which i mean, for me that just works with my william PAINFULLY fearing death, to where he'd need to make sure these spirits are gone for real so he can't be judged or hurt.

third, "five lives / thought that they were mine, i can't believe my eyes / it's alright, i'll be fine" is one i'm a little more shaky on, but can work more with how he believed taking apart the animatronics should've given him their remnant for making Better More Lifelike Animatronics or even Find The Recipe For Immortality (life after death). but instead he sees the ghosts have only been freed through his actions, meaning he has to hide. speaking of which...

"running out of time / i think that i can find a place where i can hide / it's alright, i'll be fine, safe inside" this is clearly about him getting into the safe room, right? but even more specifically him hiding in his springbonnie suit. i wanna believe it's more hiding in the safe room at first (a place where the animatronics couldn't get to before so he believes it to be, well... safe). not much to say here other than it's once again self-reassurance, self-soothing, "everything will be fine" kind of deal

"five lives / gone before their time, now they're sustaining mine / it's alright, i'll be fine, not sure i survived / i don't think that i died, i'm only half alive / it's alright, i'll be fine, stuck inside" AND THUS THE FINALE...... had to do that whole chorus cause it makes me feel a bit insane. firstly i LOOOOVE the "it's alright, i'll be fine, not sure i survived" and how it's once again self-soothing but instead there's a bit of reality slipping in that no, no something is wrong, i don't think i'm supposed to be alive right now. but i couldn't have died either. it's like he's realizing in real-time that he's found what he's looking for, life after death, or perhaps a state of undeath. especially since he once more says "it's alright, i'll be fine" - he found it. but the cost can be found in the very next line - stuck inside. he's no longer safe in this suit, he's trapped, he's STUCK. he's found the state of undying he was hoping for, but it's agony. but agony is better than death, right?

i also as a bonus like the idea of the singing to the chorus afterwards with only the "it's alright, i'll be fine, stuck inside" line remaining of it suits how his mind deteriorates. a constant loop of indecipherable thoughts and his usual self-assurance, everything's fine, i'm stuck but i'm fine, i'm alive. but i'm trapped. nobody can hear me. but i'm alive. it rules so hard i love this song i LOOOOOOOVE THIS SONG AUIGHGHGHGH!!!!!

fnaf fansongs i love you so muuuuuch i could make essays about every single one of youuuuuu i love you stuck inside by black gryphon i love you terrible things by axie i love you i can't fix you by the living tombstone i love you madness by natewantstobattle i love you revision by scraton i love you i love youuuuuuuu

#// NORMAL.#// IF YOURE WONDERING. IM NORMAL.#↳ ‹ william. › ❛ 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦.#↳ ‹ hcs. ›#// yea it gets put in the headcanon tag. im eating this shit up for my interp of him #// loooooove this song #↳ ‹ ooc. ›

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astronomoney · 4 years ago

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can i request 15 and 16 with tim drake? it’s alright if you don’t have time for it, it’s alright

Pairing: Tim Drake x reader (both in their 20s ish)

Prompts: Prompt list 15- “Make me”, 16- “If you don’t put a shirt i’m gonna have to kiss you and who knows where things will go from there”

Summary: Just you and Tim having a nice little date

A/n: i wrote this with a female reader in mind but i also didn’t use any specific pronouns so technically it could be gn!reader. also i have been trapped in the MHA fandom for like a 3 weeks so i couldn’t write anything that even resembled DC characters lmfao. Masterlist

Word count: 1.3k

Tag list: @battlenix

Late Night In

Life as a Gothamite is never boring. Every few days there’s a new murdering psychopath with a clever theme. Like the Riddler who dresses in green and asks, get ready for it… riddles! Some other honorable mentions include Killer Croc the killing crocodile, Mr. Freeze the guy who freezes stuff, and of course who can forget Scarface the dummy with a scar on his face.

All these villains prancing around town made dating a superhero unnecessarily difficult. Date nights were few and far between when there’s a killer clown on the loose. But you didn’t let that get in the way. You made the most of the time you had even if it was less time then you wanted.

It had been almost 3 weeks since Tim had a night off and you were dying to see him. Texting was fine for a week or two and you didn’t consider yourself a high maintenance or clingy person but you could only go so long without him. So when he called to say he had a night off you suggested he come over to your place to watch a movie and have some take out.

Your apartment wasn’t necessarily small but it definitely wasn’t big. The door opened right into a short hallway which led to the kitchen. There was a counter between the kitchen and dining area but nothing in between that and the living room. There were two doors and either side of the living room and the door to the left led into a bathroom while the door to the right was your bedroom.

When Tim arrived a little after 8 he was holding a bunch of roses and a cute stuffed bear with the words “I love you” stitched into its belly. There was a duffle bag slung over his shoulder that most likely held his sparring gear and his costume in a secret pocket at the bottom. He looked tired and smelled like a gym which brought you to conclusions that he did not go home after sparring and instead came straight to you.

He immediately started rambling about how much he’d missed you and how sorry he was for his busy schedule.

“I am so so sorry. It’s been so long since I've had a night off and I know you wanted to go to that movie last week and I couldn't make it and-” You cut him off with a quick kiss.

“Tim. Relax.” You said firmly with a hint of amusement in your voice. “You were saving 6 hostages from a madman with a thing for hats. I don’t know about you but to me that seems a bit more important then some random movie.” You took the flowers so you could admire them before heading towards the kitchen.

Tim closed the door and followed you. “If it’s important to you then it’s the most important thing in the world.” He said, putting the bear on the counter.

You smiled at him and started filling a vase with water to put the flowers in. “That is the cheesiest thing I think I've ever heard.”

“That was romantic and you know it.” Tim smiled back at you. “And I really am sorry for canceling last week.” You could tell in his voice that he felt guilty.

“And I really do forgive you,” You turned your attention to him. “You’re here now and that’s all that matters.” His body relaxed and he walked around the counter so he could hug you from behind.

His hands wrapped around your waist and his chin rested on your shoulders”How the hell did i get so lucky as to end up with you?” He asked softly. He rocked slightly from side to side as you dropped the roses into the water.

“Oh gross Tim you’re all sweaty!” You exclaimed

“Really? i say that and you’re reaction is ‘Oh gross’. And here I was thinking you loved me.” He said with fake hurt in his voice.

“I’ll love you more if you go take a shower.” You stated, completely unfazed by his guilt tripping attempts.

“Ugh ok,” he sighed lazily while burying his head in the crook of your neck.

“Tim?”

“Yeah?” he murmured in response.

“That means you have to let go.” You tried to break free which only made him hug you tighter.

“Make me.” He started leaving kisses on your shoulder and neck. The soft feeling made your mind go blank for a second and you melted farther into him before pulling yourself out of the daze.

You wriggled out of his grasp and turned around to kiss him before breaking away. “This is really cute and all but you smell like a sewer.”

“Yeah well Bruce said i could only have the night off if i sparred first so i smell like this for you.” He walked backwards toward the bathroom so you were still facing each other.

You shook your head and walked to the living room. “Well then i appreciate your sacrifice.”

He didn’t take long in the shower. You had enough time to grab some blankets for the couch and turn on a Law and Order rerun. The water turned off and about a minute later your boyfriend stepped out.

You didn’t look at him at first, too caught up in the 5 year old fictional court case. He walked over to you and sat down, you leaned back and rested your head on his shoulder. It was then that you actually noticed his lack of shirt. He was a lean sort of fit, not too bulky but not not muscular. You’d seen him shirtless before but the sight still brought a pink tint to your face. You unconsciously let your hands trace his collarbone.

“If you don’t put a shirt on i’m gonna have to kiss you and who knows where things will go from there.” You stated teasingly, pulling yourself out of yet another daze. The doorbell rang interrupting the calmness that had settled over you.

“Are you expecting someone?” Tim asked, turning his head to peer at the door.

“Oh shit, I forgot.” You laughed at yourself and rushed to the door. When you opened it there was a delivery man on the other side holding a bag of chinese food. You thanked and tipped him before closing the door and walked back over to Tim. “I did promise you takeout.” You held up the bag.

After you had dished the food and settled down on the couch you watched the movie. It was nice to be with him again even if you were just watching a movie.

You were nearly asleep, cuddled up next to him on the couch when the end credits started to roll. You stretched and yawned and checked the clock to find out it was already 11:10. It wasn’t necessarily late but it had been a long day for you both. That’s when you decided to ask him the question that had been on your mind since he arrived.

“It’s getting pretty late.” You said standing up to get your dirty dishes.

“Yeah,” Tim followed suit, grabbing his plate and heading towards the kitchen. “I should probably head back now. I don’t want to be out too late, especially not in costume.” He dropped the dishes in the sink.

“Oh right,” you paused “Or maybe... you could stay here tonight.” You suggested. “And tomorrow night… and the night after that?”

“Are-are you asking me to move in?” He questioned a slightly surprised look on his face.

“Well i was just thinking if you lived here then we could see each other a lot more and you wouldn’t have to live in the manor with Bruce but your right it was stupid idea i’m sure they need you there for all kinds of superhero stuff and-” you started rambling before he cut you off.

“I think it’s a great idea!” You were surprised by his response.

“R-really?” You stammered

“Yes really! I’d love to move in with you.”

A/n: i legitimately can’t end a fic to save my life like what kinda half ass ending is that?

#batboys x reader #dc x reader #red robin #tim drake x fem!reader #tim drake x reader #x reader #writing fanfiction #writing fanfic #dc writers #fan fic stuff #shitty fanfics #fanfic writing #i wrote this at 2am #i wrote some words #3 weeks late #dc characters #haha thanks for checking in #i’m still a piece of garbage

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singingvio · 4 years ago

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((Decided to post this for some reason. It’s just a rough draft but I’m kinda proud of it.))

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Sky first noticed something was wrong when he asked Four to spar with him.

Instead of just agreeing or disagreeing like Sky would have expected, the smaller hero launched into an entire argument with himself, speaking clearly and loudly without muttering or stumbling over his words. He didn’t even seem to notice what he was doing.

“No, see, if we spar with him, we could-- don’t tell me we’ll improve, we’re already the best-- oh shut up, we should just agree, it’s not that difficult-- come on, guys, can’t we cooperate for once…”

“Uh, Four?” Sky asked hesitantly. Four gave him a quizzical look.

“Are we doing something wrong? Wait, are we talking aloud-- shit! He’s going to figure it out-- I can’t stop talking-- we can’t stop-- if only we were back in our Hyrule, we could get help-- we can’t split-- FUCK!” With a final frustrated scream, Four threw his hands in the air and stomped off, still talking loudly to himself.

Sky followed him hesitantly back to the main camp, which, thankfully, seemed normal at first. Until, of course, Four started talking to Wind, who immediately leapt back about five feet, staring at Four like he was Ganon himself.

“Y-you’re acting w-weird? W-well, d-don’t come n-n-near m-me, then!” he cried loudly, wrapping his arms around himself in a sort of self-hug. He then actually started to cry, and Four kept talking, switching between apologizing, asking Wind why he was being weird, and still asking for help.

Time burst into laughter, pointing at the exchange as he doubled over, cackling like it was the funniest thing he’d ever seen. Legend glared at him, hitting his shoulder. “Hey, Old Man, what the fuck are you doing?” he asked harshly. “I think they’re sick or something, this isn’t-- stop laughing! This isn’t funny!” his eyes widened slightly and he leaned away from Time. “Are you okay? Now I’m getting worried.” he muttered. “Wait, shit, I didn’t mean to say that…”

Time continued to laugh, tears running down his face. Legend shot up from his seat and backed away, horrified. Four kept talking, rambling to no one while Wind cried on the ground, hands covering his ears as he muttered “I’m scared” to himself over and over.

Sky turned on his heels and ran to find someone who could deal with this.

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Twilight was scouting the area with Wild, Hyrule, and Warriors, when suddenly he turned to see they had all disappeared. “...Guys?” he called out, spinning around slowly in a circle to search. “Come on, where are you?”

“TWILIGHT, WATCH THIS!” yelled a voice. Hyrule. Twilight ran through the trees, whipping his head around to try and spot Hyrule. He looked up, and his heart dropped into his stomach. Hyrule was at the edge of a very tall, very steep cliff, grinning like a madman with a stance that showed he was going to jump. He wasn’t looking down, either, he was looking away from the cliff’s edge at… Wild and Warriors.

Warriors was shouting encouragement, but instead of any positive stuff, it was… a lot more negative. “Go on already, ‘rule! Are you a coward, are you going to wait for Twilight so he can catch you before your body hits the ground?” he yelled, hands on his hips as he grinned evilly at Hyrule. “Or are you going to jump without looking down and getting cold feet like a real hero would?”

Wild, on his part, wasn’t even doing anything. He was lying in the grass, his arm dangling over the side as he looked sleepily at Twilight. He grinned. “Hey, Twi! Yolo!” he called, and it sounded… lazy. Not like Wild at all.

Hyrule looked down at Twilight and grinned wider. “TWI, I’M GONNA DO A BACKFLIP!”

Twilight’s eyes widened and his blood ran cold as he ran forward, arms outstretched as if to catch Hyrule. “No, wait!” Warriors cackled, a dark glint in his eyes as he grinned at Hyrule. Wild flashed a peace sign at Twilight and closed his eyes as if to sleep.

Hyrule jumped.

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Sky rushed forward at the same time Twilight did, leaping up into the air and only barely managing to catch Hyrule before he hit the ground. He fell forwards, cushioning Hyrule as he crashed into Twilight and the three of them fell.

“Wild, you wanna go next?” Warriors taunted. Wild didn’t even budge.

“Nah. Too tired, you know?”

“No, I don’t know. Fucking coward.” Warriors replied, stomping away. “Whatever, I’m going to do my own thing.” and with that, he was gone.

“Wild, get down here!” Twilight called, getting up and rubbing a sore spot on his head where he’d hit the dirt.

“Don’t wanna. You guys come up here.” Wild called down with a yawn. Sky grumbled something under his breath and reluctantly started making his way up the cliffside, gently pushing Hyrule into Twilight’s arms. Twilight started to check him over, and Hyrule tried to shove him off.

“Chill, man, I’m fine! It was just a little stumble, that’s all!” he said with an overconfident smirk. Twilight frowned at him.

“No, it wasn’t! You tried to backflip off a cliff, you could have died if Sky didn’t get here in time!” he protested, and he knew it was true. There wasn’t a chance he would have reached Hyrule in time to catch him.

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Sky grabbed Wild by the forearm and hauled him up, glaring at him. “Wild, Hyrule almost died!” he cried. “Do you care? At all?”

Wild stared at him blankly, not comprehending. “...No? Listen, I just want to take a nap. Sorry Hyrule got hurt or whatever, but I don’t really care.” he muttered, not shyly, but like he couldn’t put in the effort to be louder. It was like the opposite of how he… usually… was…

Sky dropped Wild’s arm as the world went dark, pitch black in fact, and he was engulfed in shadows. Out of the shadows stepped out none other than Dark Link, his sword not drawn as he smiled at Sky like an old friend. Sky reached for the Master Sword, but found nothing. He’d left his sword at camp, fuck.

“Strange, you and Twilight aren’t affected.” Dark Link said calmly.

“What did you do? You’re the cause of this, aren’t you?” Sky questioned. Dark Link nodded and waved a hand dismissively.

“Yeah, but it’s just a bit of harmless fun, really.” he said, giving a small chuckle.

“Hyrule almost DIED! Now what did you do? I don’t need my sword to kill someone, you know.” Sky threatened, clenching his fists. He was stronger than he looked.

Dark Link held up his hands.

“Calm down, Sky, was it? Don’t worry, it’s not fatal… unless one of your friends has a terrible immune system.” Dark Link laughed at whatever joke he thought he made. “Just a little disease, that’s all. Highly contagious, unfortunately. I only meant to affect Warriors and Four. Not that upsetting, though, it’s more chaotic this way.” he explained.

“What are its symptoms? Is it the reason everyone’s acting strange? Why aren’t Twilight and I affected?”

“Because you’re blessed by Hylia more than the others and Twilight is a creature of dark magic.” Dark Link said with an eye roll, like it was obvious. “It’s called the Despair Disease, it makes the infected act the opposite of how they might normally act in certain categories. I don’t know about the others because I didn’t personally give them the Disease, but I gave Warriors the Disloyalty Disease, and Four got the Oversharing Disease.”

Oversharing? That made sense, given his recent behavior. But Disloyalty… that worried Sky. Would Warriors betray them, or did that mean he just didn’t want to work with them at all?

The darkness faded, and Dark Link laughed. Sky snapped back to reality like a rubber band and turned to Wild, who was standing there and looking lazily at Sky as if nothing interesting had happened. Wild… might have the Laziness Disease? It seemed to fit pretty well in Sky’s head.

“Come on, let’s get back to camp.” Sky mumbled, and dragged Wild by the wrist back to where Twilight and Hyrule were waiting. “We’re heading back. I know what’s going on.” he explained shortly to Twilight. “We need to gather everyone.”

“We don’t know where Warriors is, though.” Twilight reminded him. Sky shook his head.

“We’ll bring these two to camp, you find him once we do that.” he ordered.

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#Hyrule you goddamn idiot #linked universe #LU Despair Disease AU #lu hyrule #lu sky #lu four #lu twilight #lu wild #lu time #lu warriors #lu wind #lu legend #Daredevil Disease Hyrule #Oversharing Disease Four #Hilarity Disease Time #Disloyalty Disease Warriors #Cowardly Disease Wind #Truthfulness Disease Legend #Laziness Disease Wild

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magic-multicolored-miracle · 3 years ago

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I was going to put this into a more coordinated/reasonable review, but then I had to throw down with the printer, and then decided to do my taxes, and it all got sideways.

So instead, here is my context-less rambling thoughts on Endgame as I watched the livestream this afternoon:

This is weird. I don't know yet if it's good weird. Even having some idea what I was going into.

Frankie is...kinda flat? Or not flat, he has a lot of inflection, but it's just "get randomly shouty"?

I love these two. So far my favorite part. Especially the old man.

Rob's delivery is great! His excitement at "I'll get the catheter!" Truly stellar

And he truly seems exhausted (or maybe he is, after so many days of performing this)

Frankie is getting better as it goes along, but still weakest of the 4

Every sentence out of their mouths is absurd. It's a game of talking circles

That is the most horrifying dog I've ever seen, fake or not

Oh hello sudden shouting again. When he does that, his enunciation goes to crap.

God they're all terrible people. There is so much shit to unpack here. If only I was still in a psych class

This is the only time you've ever loved order, Rob

Oh look, Frankie's talking writer's block. Mood

Just casual climbing headfirst into a trashcan to check on a dead woman. As one does.

I can feel the tiredness from Clov. I know I've said it already, but it's impressive

If it weren't tragic "sucking his biscuit" could be an excellent euphemism

He's fully a madman, isn't he?

I wonder if the humming was scripted or just Rob? Does he hum something different every time?

"Have you seen my x?" "Oh wait that's not the right thing/what I was doing" "I lost y. Are you sure you don't have it?" - just the executive dysfunction daily mood. Focus? Never met her

Other than in Frankie's speeches, I don't see these reported horrible fourth-wall breaks. And those are meant to be there. He's been rewriting the narrative moment by moment as he goes.

That was quite the speech/delivery. Palpable frustration, suffering, and being torn between staying and going

And Frankie's last was pretty good too. His shouting was different enough to hear the strain of fear.

#Samuel Beckett #Robert Sheehan #Frankie Boyle #Gina Moxley #Seán McGinley #Gate Theatre Dublin #Endgame #semi-liveblogging #Shye watches Endgame #mostly the commentary that didn't make it to the people I was watching with #although some of them were there too #honestly the play was really excellent #and everyone was superb in it. they played off each other well

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comradelup · 4 years ago

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fuck it. balance youtuber au because i’ve been thinking about it

(modern au with no magic but still elves/dwarves/etc)

the twins have a joint channel but they post things together as often as they make videos on their own. they do vlogs, story times, and challenge videos both together and not, but do stuff with fashion/makeup together. taako does cooking on his own and lup does chemistry experiments that involve fire more often than not. if someone says they like the twins’ videos it’s a wild card as to what they watch them for, but everyone ends up liking all of their content because who can hate the twins? they have a lot of “annoying influencer” energy but are actually really nice to fans/people in general and donate a lot of their Youtube Money to charities and stuff (all of the ipre does this too because fuck rich people except for them)

magnus’ channel is mostly woodworking/construction projects. he does occasional story times and in every one he’s carving and/or painting a wooden duck. he does vlogs too and half of them are him buying more woodworking stuff (idk shit about it so idk what he’d get lol) and the other half have a part where he sees someone walking a dog and him going to meet them. almost every video includes/mentions julia and people make “magnus talking about julia” compilations bc he loves his wife and talks about her all the time. he’s very positive in general and everyone loves how he’s a human golden retriever

merle’s channel is 99% gardening, 1% collating with the others. he made one joke along the lines of plant fucking and it was not serious at all but his subscribers/followers made into such a big joke that he makes at least one joke per video except for when his kids are in the video, which is when he makes it suuuper educational and fun and wholesome. mookie tries to eat the plants and play with the soil and mavis tells her dad about what she’s learned about biology in school. also he puts “(emotional)” and “(not clickbait)” at the end of video titles randomly despite knowing what they mean

barry’s channel is science-centric (yes he collabs with lup frequently) but about more feilds of science. sometimes he goes on rants about theoretical physics like a madman a la bdg’s unraveled series and sometimes he makes videos titled “making the volcano kitchen experiment but the size of a kiddie pool (emotional).” he also has a series about paranormal activity/cryptids, stuff like “why ghosts should be and are real” and “my top five favorite pieces of bigfoot evidence” and like i said this is a no magic au but he once was asked in a q&a about what he’d do if he was a lich and gave a surprisingly detailed response? people were really confused but intrigued?? did barry invent magic???

lucretia 100% has an art channel, but she also writes prose and poetry in her free time and sometimes reads them for videos. she posts speedpaints of her work (digital and traditional) with her telling her process/inspiration or doing story times as the background audio. she had a period of time where she started writing a whole novel in her spare time (basically the balance story but different characters) and all her videos were her making concept art. her fans loved it and boosted it to the point where it actually got published, so now she’s a best selling author with a seven book series. now she keeps making videos of her concept art for other book ideas (the other arcs) with her infodumping about the characters/plot/etc

davenport doesn’t actually have a channel, but has been in the background of all the others’ videos to the point where he’s treated like a cryptid and has a small fanbase of his own. he’s mostly in merle’s videos (because they’re dating) and magnus’ vlogs (because magnus Loves His Friends) but he’s been in at least a handful of everyone’s videos. he makes a twitter and instantly gets thousands of followers. he tweets the most random shit at the most random times and half of them become memes. people find out he’s a professor at the college the rest of them met at and everyone looses it

kravitz is in a similar position as davenport, but he was convinced to start a channel. he mostly does stuff involving antiques because he collects them, so he does haul videos of what he bought or thrifted and videos of him restoring them as he looks up how old they were and what random shit they were used for and stuff. people make compilations of him getting off topic and going on a tangent about taako then realizing he just rambled for ten minutes and getting flustered. he also plays a handful of classical instruments and makes occasional collabs with lup + barry

despite having completely different channels they’re all friends??? people didn’t know at first but they found out through davenport and kravitz “this one guy who i think is dating taako but i’m not sure and idk his name” showing up in everyone’s videos. from then on they started collabing more often and it’s really fun to see them outside of their element. lup once almost burnt down magnus’ workshop while making a chemistry video with him. taako tried to teach kravitz how to make macaroons (keyword: tried) and kravitz talked about this new antique shop he found the whole time. barry went on and on and on about biology while gardening with merle, who tried to follow along but failed and ended up making fun of all the scientific names for plants

they call themselves the red robes after the main characters in lucretia’s novel (they’re not similar to the characters but there’s seven of them and six youtubers + one davenport)

they once did a big group collab where the twins dressed everyone up in high fashion outfits and lucretia painted a big portrait of all of them. it was very wholesome but also had a lot of lup and taako arguing over what accessory fits who and “no this person should do their hair like this!” and at one point magnus and kravitz just dipped to go play cards and talk about dogs

speaking of wholesome angus has a channel of his own which is mostly booktube with him getting halfway through a mystery novel, predicting the ending, and being 100% correct. he’s done videos with the others and is kinda associated with them but not totally, and is often lovingly referred to as the nephew to the rest of them

killian and carey don’t have a channel but are in the bg of magnus’ videos often. they were referred to as “magnus’ lesbian friends” until they got popular on instagram and became an internet power couple. johann has a small channel and a soundcloud he plays violin on and did one (1) collab with lup and it made him blow up overnight. avi has a semi-popular twitter and is mostly known as johann’s bf. sloane and hurley have a channel about drag racing/cars in general and don’t show their faces and go by the raven and ram

i was trying to think of who’d have a gaming channel and it’s 100% graham, who casually mentions that he’s friends with Pro Wrestler Jess The Beheader

lucas has a science focused channel similar to barry’s where he tries to be educational and ends up being annoying/kind of wrong about it. barry has a mini series called “lucas miller is a bitch here’s why” and it’s him disproving lucas’ theories with a deadpan expression and generally being better at science than him

remember when i said taako and lup have influencer energy despite being nice? yeah, lydia and edward are like that but they’re actually annoying. they have a popular makeup/fashion channel and lup and taako have gotten into slight drama with them over how the wonderland twins have been rude to them and the how the red robe twins are “jealous.” the internet is divided over who likes which pair of twins better

lup learns that greg fucking grimauldis (who the twins knew in high school) has a popular twitter/insta platform and tweets the “i am to collect” speech out of nowhere from everyone’s pov. taako tweets the video he took of him telling her and her immediately going “no fucking way that ASSHOLE is getting away with what he did to me” and opening twitter. it becomes a meme and he pays her back and changes his social media handles to ��gregfuckinggrimauldis”

i can’t think of anything else because i don’t know enough about youtube but yeah.

#i was gonna go on about lupcretia in this au but this post is long enough #txt #balance #taako #lup #magnus #merle #barry #lucretia #davenport #kravitz #taakitz #ipre twins #ipre #not tagging the rest because its in the bg lol #long post

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fishfingersandjellybabies · 4 years ago

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Whumptober 2020 Day 7 - Support/Carrying

Characters: Jason Todd, Tim Drake Summary: Jason knew a thing or two about in securities. A/N: Tim gets hopped up on pain killers later and thanks Damian for not laughing at him and Damian’s never been more confused in his life. Jason just pats his head and tells him to smile and nod.

Ao3

Jason couldn’t help but chuckle throughout the whole ordeal.

“In you go, little baby.” He teased, lowering Tim as gently as he could.

Tim groaned dramatically. “Just leave me here to die, man.”

“No can do.” Jason sighed wistfully. “Cassie likes you too much. She’d kill me if I left you here.” He sniffed, waited until Tim situated himself to a little more comfortable a position. “Besides, embarrassment is a shitty thing to die of.”

“That’s why you’d leave me here. I’d rather die of the elements, than embarrassment.” Tim snapped. He slumped back. “I mean, picture yourself in my position. You really want to be wheeled back into the bunker with a broken leg…in a freaking kids’ wagon?”

They’d found it next to the dumpster of the apartment building they’d just left. And if Jason hadn’t also been hurt in the fight – a dislocated left shoulder and sprained ankle at least – then they wouldn’t have even looked at it twice. He’d have carried Tim on his own.

But considering they’d been captured and driven to said apartment building, and that they were closer to the Bat-Bunker downtown than where their bikes might be, it was really their only option if they wanted to get anywhere before bleeding out or exhausting themselves to the point of collapse.

Jason snorted again in amusement. “I don’t know, man. I might feel like I was in a parade or something.”

“Yeah, the world’s saddest parade. Whoopie.” Tim scoffed, crossing his arms. He tensed his muscles, took a deep inhale.

“Leg hurt?” Tim pursed his lips, reluctantly nodded. “Then this is what we’ve gotta do, kid. Sorry we don’t all have fancy cars like B-man has.”

“At least he’s out of town.” Tim mumbled as Jason picked up the wagon’s handle. “I might just kill myself if he was there when we got in.”

“Right, he’d be the worst.” Jason drawled as he rolled his eyes. “So it’s great that it’ll just be Damian there instead, huh?”

Tim froze as Jason stepped out onto the street. “…He’s out of town.”

Jason clicked his tongue, waving as a drunk couple walked by them, staring. “Got back last night. He and ‘Wing are staying at the Tower for some dumb sentimental reason. I don’t know, kid didn’t say why.”

“Oh no.” Tim slouched in the wagon, let the back ledge dig into his neck. “Oh…no.”

“What, thought you were just going to run into our sister? A certain blonde?” Jason laughed. “And Duke is with B.”

Tim hid his face in his hands, curled in on himself. “Jay, please, for the love of god. Seriously. Just kill me.”

Jason stopped at a crosswalk, watching the blinking orange hand. He glanced back at Tim, but frowned. At first he thought Tim was just being purposefully dramatic, but as he watched Tim run his fingers through his hair, sigh deeply every few seconds, keep his eyes closed in focus, he frowned.

“…The kid isn’t going to make fun of you. You know that right?” Jason mumbled. “He’s grown past that shit. He…kinda likes you now, I’m pretty sure.”

“Yeah, okay.” Tim scoffed. “If you say so.”

“I’m serious.” Jason pushed. “And, really, so what if Bruce saw you? I mean, he’s going to know you broke your leg eventually. Probably by tomorrow, from Alfred.”

Tim remained curled around himself, sheepishly shrugged his shoulders.

“…You never got over that, did you?”

“…Got over what.”

“Thinking you’re not good enough.” Jason accused as the light turned and he stepped off the curb. “That one wrong move and you’re getting kicked out of the family, or the costume, or whatever.”

“Are you saying you did?” Tim snapped in defense. Jason didn’t take it personally.

“I never had to get over a fear of being kicked out. I left of my own free will.” Jason hummed.

“Oh yeah. You left so hard you come back every Sunday for brunch still.” Tim pouted. “And keep a room at the manor, and use the library and the kitchen and-”

“Alright so maybe left was the wrong word.” Jason drawled. “But…you know…” He sighed. “See, that’s the difference between me, Dick, Cass, Steph, and the rest of you. You all still care too much about impressing each other and being good enough and shit. Legacies.”

“That is literally the opposite of what is true for you and the girls. Your legacy is just from an evil madman.” Tim hummed. “Dick is the only one who creates his own legacies, not follows one. And even him you can’t count completely. He was Batman for god’s-”

“Will you let me just compliment you, Red?” Jason cut off. “Fuck almighty!”

Tim sucked his lips through his teeth.

“…I’m not going to stand here and tell you that you shouldn’t feel not good enough. Every one of us do, and me telling you that you are good enough and always have been might not get through that wall in your brain, especially now that you got knocked on your ass. I get that. Totally.” Jason explained. “But what I am going to remind you of is the fact that the family loves you. A lot.”

“Yeah, I kno-”

“No, you don’t.” Jason hummed simply. “Because if you did, you wouldn’t be more focused on being embarrassed than the fact that you’re hurt.”

Tim blinked, and glanced at his leg.

“And…yeah, okay. If there’s one thing I learned about our ragtag crew of psychopaths, it’s that they’re…eternally unconditional.” Jason lifted his hand to flip off a car that catcalled them as it sped by. “That means forever, no matter what. I learned that in recent years. Damian luckily learned it faster than the rest of us, thanks to Dickie. The girls are better at emoting than the rest of us so they got it on like, day one. So. Now it’s your turn.”

Tim silently reached out to test the pressure points on his legs, feel where it’s more painful.

“Christ, kid and I have killed people. You’re really going to let your brain make you think they’re going to suddenly hate you or think less of you because you broke your leg?”

“I mean…” Tim tried to smile. “I didn’t say that…”

“You didn’t have to.” Jason smirked. “Like you just said yourself in a roundabout way, I’ve already been there.”

Tim leaned forward, doubling over his leg, stretching his back a little, focusing on that pain, not the one in his leg.

“Now their worry over your leg, and yes I include Robin in that, that’ll probably be a little annoying and smothering.” Jason rambled. “But they’re not smothering because they hate you, that’s for sure. So. You know. Try to remind yourself of that when your brain starts to get a little wild.”

Tim glanced up as they rounded the corner. “…You including yourself in this little emotional intervention?”

“I’m pulling you in a fucking wagon in downtown Gotham City.” Jason snapped. “What the hell do you think?”

Tim smiled. Laughed lightly, but grabbed his chest when it rattled his nerves and flared through his leg.

“…Thanks, Jay.”

“Don’t mention it.” Jason sighed, looking up at Wayne Tower as it appeared in the distance. “Seriously, don’t. Dick and Duke will never let me live it down.”

#Tim Drake #Jason Todd #whumptober2020

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misteria247 · 3 years ago

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Sup my fellow dorks it's your local insane madman here! Today I'm going to be rambling about none other than......!

Daisuke Jigen!

Or rather his relationships.

So I've seen a few Jigen centric episodes and seen Jigen fall in love with a few women in them but as I was watching these I couldn't help but notice a pattern. Or rather a preference that our dear gunslinger seems to go for whenever he has love interests. Women such as Angelina and Monica all seem to share similar traits.

They're often times soft spoken, they're kind and helpful, they have basic medical knowledge and they have a bit of a spark to them temperament and determination wise.

Basically they're somewhat normalish women. Rather peaceful in a way though depending on the circumstances they can be backstabbers pretty quick. But it was this small pattern that I began to notice that whenever Jigen falls in love he almost always goes for women who are basically the complete opposite to him lifestyle wise. And if I'm honest it makes a lot of sense. Now bare with me. As we know Jigen has had a rather nasty life. He's an ex assassin and he's a thief. He's constantly having to watch his back for potential enemies that want his head on a platter, he's always on guard and he's probably got a shit ton of people who constantly look for him. Basically Jigen's life is an absolute mess and he's constantly on the move.

Now while it's obvious that Jigen enjoys the excitement of this lifestyle at times, I'm betting that at least in some place deep down inside he probably wants to have a somewhat calm existence at times. He's surrounded by chaos and in worse case scenarios death so it's got to be exhausting after awhile. Which makes his taste in love interests even more noticeable. He's attracted to these women because they're so different from what he's used to. They give him a small taste of normalcy and a somewhat calmer atmosphere whenever they interact with him. Basically they're like a long needed break in his routine that he's so used to. They're basically the ying to his yang when it comes to life and I think deep down it's that simplisticness that makes Jigen so attracted to them. Hell he was even going to quit being a thief at one point when he was first involved with Monica before she straight up backstabbed him.

If you think about it, it makes Jigen's relationships even more sadder and bittersweet. Because it's quite clear at least to some extent that Jigen does in fact kinda want to have a somewhat peaceful moment where he can be with the one he loves. Without fear of them dying or turning on him because of the inevitable chaos and destruction that follows close behind him. Just a moment where he can actually be a normal man who can love without consequence.

Of course we all know that if it came down to it Jigen will always go for his current life with Lupin, Goemon, Fujiko and Inspector Zenigata. But I think it's safe to say that at least in what would be considered a fantasy, he does want that normalcy that he's never had. But that's just what I think sgsgdgdg.

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pinkiepiebones · 3 years ago

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2 Zsasz related questions for ya:

Do you prefer Zsasz with or without hair? Do you like the OG serial killer or the modern hitman take? Personally I like the hair cause Batman doesn't have a lot of blonde villains and it looks nice! And the serial killer is way better for Zsasz as it makes him this terrifying shadow stalker man that just picks whoever and goes after them. Just crafts a more unique villain for Batman to face me thinks.

Loving the Zsasz content you're making btw, it's all solid stuff and I look forward to seeing what else you got up your sleeve with that tally loving stabby man!

Oh goodness, thank you SO MUCH for the compliments!! 🥰 I’ve been writing about Zsasz for maybe a decade now? Christ, that feels weird to type... The two Arkham games really sank their hooks in to me (dang Danny Jacobs and his incredible voice acting!) and I RPed as that incarnation of Zsasz for a bit... I try to tag most of my Zsasz posts so feel free to root around the archieves!!

As for the questions- I like the “it’s been a while since I got to shave my head,” “I had a m*litary cut but let it grow out” kinda fuzzy look for him, mostly. As of late it’s become kinda fun for me to picture him with this weird anachronistic yuppie corporate sleazeball persona, dressed all Casual Friday and with one of those, you know, OFFICE GUY haircuts. It’s interesting that you point out the lack of blonde villains... Shit, I should have used that in my Dichotomy fic, what with him and Harley being blonde!

I 1000000000000% prefer him as a lone serial killer. His dads Alan Grant and Norm Breyfogle created him to be Gotham’s answer to Hannibal Lecter, and no one ever looks as Hannibal and goes “you know what this guy is? An underling! A mook! A killer for hire, a guy with no driving madness and principles!” But for some asinine reason, writers look at Zsasz and go “yeah, he’s a lunkhead who uses guns and kills for money, I don’t need to research or create a new fucking character.” Zsasz is and works better as a lone madman who operates on his own morality system. He canonically stalks and chooses victims he deems “worthy” of his gift, and he canonically hates guns (loud and smelly!), only ever using them when there is no other option. Like, I get it, the canon for Zsasz is lean pickings, but- g-d DAMN IT HE IS NOT A GUN-TOTING GOON! I’m sorry Anthony Carrigan but your character in Gotham was NOT Zsasz. Chris Messina’s character in Birds of Prey at LEAST had the metal teeth (good nod to the fourth issue of Zsasz’s first story) and mentioned freeing people but he still WAS NOT ZSASZ. I mean, I know I’m asking for the fucking Moon here by asking for a wiry lithe professorial live action Zsasz who has orderly tally marks and uses knives or whatever strikes his fancy (the fucker canonically paralysed an Arkham orderly with a plastic fork) but he is such a compelling and insidious character and he DESERVES a decent live action portrayal.

I’d end this with “sorry for rambling“ but no! More of us need to ramble about this very good character with so much potential!

#zsasz #victor zsasz #mister zsasz #mr. zsasz #this is a gotham hate blog

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jaxl-road · 5 years ago

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The League of Extraordinary Rockstars, ch.3

Summary: LA is a hub for music and mutants, making it the perfect place for Motley Crue, Guns N’ Roses, and countless other mutant musicians to call home. But it’s not all easy, especially when it comes to finding a decent place to live. So what better solution than moving in together in the mansion of an immortal? Love, drama, and super powers. If nothing else, it’ll be interesting.

Chapter Warnings: Language, genderswap!Steven

AN: This is a collaboration between myself and @the–blackdahlia! It combines elements from her fic “It’s So Easy (And Other Lies)” (specifically her genderswapped!Steven) and my super powered GnR series. It is completely AU and ignores timelines like Woah, but hopefully you’ll have as much fun reading it as we’re having writing it! Let us know what you think!

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It was a Wednesday. The longest fucking day of the week. Everyone had a rare day where they were all off, or worked in the morning and was off that afternoon. Kelly gave them the address and they all piled in cars to head over there to check it out. They pulled up to the large metal gate, where Kelly was standing outside, smoking a cigarette while a couple of older residents eyed him like he was a god.

“It’s gated?” Izzy asked as they approached the gate. Kelly tossed down his cigarette.

“You see the way Mr. and Mrs. Robinson are eyeing me over there,” He nodded at the couple that looked like they were heading to the country club. “Okay, I’m warning you, it needs a lot of work. It hasn’t been regularly lived in since the war.”

“Which war?” Baz asked. Kelly just smirked, opening the gate to lead the group down a long driveway, a large overgrown house spotted in the distance.

At first, they passed several dying trees and bushes, weeds and grass sprouting between cracks in the concrete, but before long Vince was rushing out in front of them, laughing like a madman, As he sprinted up the driveway, the plants came to life behind him.

Yellowing plants suddenly turned a bright, healthy green, flowers blooming from some of them, and the patches of brown grass revived itself. Ahead of them, Vince shouted out victoriously, “I fucking knew it!”

Once they caught up, the rockers found the blonde singer standing proudly in front of a rapidly growing marijuana plant. He turned to grin at Kelly, “I knew I would find some on your property!”

“Ooooo Kelly smokes pot. Whoever would’ve guessed that one?” Axl rolled his eyes. Mick gave Vince a look to stop him from growing vines and tying Axl up, not that anyone else would complain. Stevie was oddly quiet, staring at the house.

“It’s bad, isn’t it?” Kelly asked. Stevie immediately hugged him with tears in her eyes.

“It’s perfect!” She told him. “We could paint, and new floors, and…”

“We kinda need money to do that kid,” Mick laughed. “Anyone got money?” Stevie sighed.

“Can we look inside now?” She turned to look at the house.

“Sure thing, sunshine,” Kelly smiled. He turned to Vince, “And if you could maybe make some of the plants around here do… the opposite of that,” he gestured to the still subtly growing weed, “it would certainly make the tour easier.”

“Yeah, yeah, fine,” Vince grumbled. But he kept his word, and as they walked into the mansion, the weeds, grass, and vines covering the house began to recede.

“It’s huge!” Duff gasped. “Holy shit dude.”

“You’ve been holding out on us,” Nikki teased. Kelly shook his head.

“I told you, I just forgot,” Kelly shrugged. “I can’t even remember if there was a…”

“POOL!” Stevie yelled, running to the large windows in the living room. “There’s a fucking pool!”

“Are you sure that’s a pool?” Tommy asked. “Looks like moss city.”

“Looks like an awesome skate park,” Izzy smirked, eyes glinting excitedly.

“Alright, stop fantasizing about the pool you two,” Slash draped his arms around Stevie and Izzy, guiding them away from the window, “we’ve got the whole rest of the house to see.”

Despite Kelly’s insistence, the house wasn’t in as bad of shape as they were expecting, especially once Vince took care of the weeds springing up through the floorboards. It certainly wasn’t pristine, and Tommy swore up and down that he saw a raccoon scurry by, but it wasn’t any worse than any of the garbage apartments they were currently spending all their money to live in. At least the mansion would be free and have extra space.

They were still on the first floor, looking into the various rooms, Kelly absently making comments.

“This room was sold to me as a library,” he said about the room covered in empty bookshelves, “but like, I don’t exactly own a library’s worth of books.” He opened the door to another room, it was large and spacious, with soundproofing panels haphazardly attached to the walls, “This is technically a bedroom, and for like, a weekend I thought I might turn it into a personal studio, but then I kind of forgot about it-”

“DIBS!”

Kelly was cut off as Axl shoved his way past him, dragging a gleeful Sebastian behind him as they darted into the room, “Fuck yes, we can be as fucking noisy as we want and no one will bust our ass about it!” The redhead spun around excitedly.

“Babe!! There’s even a bathroom attached and everything!” Baz announced.

They both cheered as Kelly looked on in dismay, “You can’t- you can’t call dibs, this is just a fucking tour!”

“There’s a sunroom?!” Stevie’s voice rang out from down the hallway.

Following the delighted giggling, the group found Stevie jumping up and down in a room that consisted of three walls of floor to ceiling windows. The room seemed dim at first, much of the glass covered in ivy, but after some pestering Vince drew the plants away, allowing the room to be filled with bright, warm sunlight.

“This one is mine!” Stevie declared, “I will fight anyone who tries to take this from me, it is MINE!” she announced aggressively, the boys throwing their hands up in surrender, none of them planning on taking her sunshine away, especially since they knew how much she depended on it due to her mutation.

"Uh, you guys, it's just a tour," Kelly pointed out, "You can't live here?"

"And why not?" Stevie crossed her arms over her chest.

"Well, the commute and…" he was cut off by Tommy running over and grabbing him.

"Don't take this from us!" He growled, "You might be able to live forever, but Nikki can torture you!"

"Okay, okay, calm down," Izzy put a hand on Tommy's shoulder, "If he doesn't want us to live here, then we don't have to share our booze or Vince's good shit with him anymore."

"Wait, what?" Kelly pouted. "That's not fair…" Finally, he sighed and threw his arms in the air in defeat, "Fine."

There was a chorus of cheers before the group quickly scattered, everyone rushing and shoving each other to explore the rest of the house and claim a room for themselves. Shaking his head in fond exasperation, Kelly pulled out his pack of cigarettes and lit one up, meandering back down the hall. A soft thwip, thwip, noise came from Axl and Sebastian’s room, and when he poked his head in he found the teleporter already popping in and out with armfuls of stuff and even a few pieces of furniture into the room. Further down the hallway, Duff had pulled out a pocket knife and was carving his name into the library door. Footsteps and chattering voices sounded above his head as the group explored the upper levels of the house.

Tommy and Nikki decided to check out the attic and make that a suite for them, despite Kelly's protests. Upon opening the door, they found old furniture, trunks, and a bathroom. A large balcony overlooked the backyard. But Tommy didn't care about that. Instead, he went for one of the trunks.

"What are you doing?" Nikki asked.

"Being nosy," Tommy told him. "Wanna help?"

"Fuck yeah," Nikki opened another trunk.

"Hey! Quit snooping!" Kelly yelled.

"It’s our room. And it's in here, so…" Nikki smirked. Kelly groaned as Nikki found pictures and such of Kelly over the years, making fun of his fashion sense. Tommy was digging around in old clothes when he suddenly froze, inhaled, and yelled.

“STEVIE!” He yelled out. Stevie made her way into the attic.

“Is there a spider?” She asked, looking at Kelly, who was confused. Tommy walked over to her with his hands behind his back.

“So, you know how I could only afford a bottle of Smirnoff for your birthday?” Tommy asked. Stevie nodded. “Happy real birthday.” He handed her a large envelope. Looking inside, there was a ton of money. She looked up at him, eyes wide.

“What?” She asked.

“Hey! That’s mine!” Kelly said. “That’s where I put it!”

“It’s in mine and T’s room, and I say that Stevie gets to start fixing up and decorating the house with it,” Nikki smirked at the other bassist.

“Dude!” Sebastian’s voice called from a floor below, “Slash found a nest with like, a dozen snakes in it!”

“DON’T LET HIM KEEP THEM!” Stevie screamed, running from the room to try to put a stop to Slash’s reptile hoarding. Tommy grinned widely, throwing his arms around Nikki and Kelly.

“I fucking love this house.”

Kelly groaned, “I was afraid you were going to say that,” He rubbed his head. “I’m going to go see if anyone took my bedroom and kick them out. Then maybe we can see if Stevie will get her hands off some money and we can get takeout from the Rainbow?”

“Awesome!” Tommy smiled. “Nikki, can I start getting our stuff?”

“Knock yourself out T,” Nikki laughed and, just like that, Tommy took off.

Between the speedster and the teleporter, the house was piled with stuff in no time. Vince coaxed the foliage around the house into something manageable (although the marijuana plant only seemed to be growing more, not that any of them were complaining). Footsteps thundered through the whole house, rockers exploring and laying claim to rooms and artifacts, rifling through Kelly’s boxes (which he complained about loudly and was thoroughly ignored), and Stevie rambling about her plans for various decorations and repairs.

When the food arrived, the chaos died down just a bit, everyone pausing in their energetic tasks to stuff their faces and exchange plans with the others.

It was easy for Kelly to slip away. Stepping outside, he saw that night had fallen, making the already unrecognizable yard even more unfamiliar. Lighting up a cigarette, he tried to remember the last time this house was this lively. He tried to remember when any of his homes were this lively. But he was coming up blank.

“Are you really okay with us being here?”

The bassist nearly jumped out of his skin, whirling around to find himself face to face with a curious looking Izzy. It was easy for him to sneak up on people, gliding through walls silently rather than giving away his presence by opening a door.

Walking over to stand beside him, Izzy took out his own cigarettes, letting his question hang in the air for a few minutes as they smoked quietly.

“...Yeah,” Kelly finally answered, a wry smile on his face, “You guys are fine,” he grinned at the guitarist teasingly, “I’ve just been trying to avoid becoming friends with you fuckers, and this seriously throws a wrench in my plans.” He said it sarcastically, but there was a bit of truth in his words. Making friends wasn’t always fun for the immortal.

“You’ve been friends with us for a while, you unfortunate motherfucker,” Izzy smirked.

Kelly wanted to deny his words, but before he got a chance, Stevie suddenly burst out onto the porch, “IZZY!” she was glowing with excitement, “We found a locked door! Maybe there’s treasure inside!!”

“Goddamn it, stop stealing all my shit!” Kelly pouted.

"We're not stealing, we're admiring," Stevie told him.

"Hey Baz, I think this will look great in our room!" Axl called out to his boyfriend as he walked by. Stevie just gave Kelly a sheepish smile.

"If I could die, you guys would be the death of me," Kelly shook his head. "Let's see if we can find the key before Nikki decides to melt it." Stevie cheered and kissed Kelly's cheek before heading to the door.

"You sure you're okay?" Izzy asked Kelly before they headed back in.

"Yeah," Kelly sighed. "I just wish I could remember what else I hid here…" he trailed off. Izzy felt bad for the guy. No one knew how old Kelly really was or everything he had seen, and they could tell that it weighted on him from time to time.

Wandering back inside, Stevie led them to the door in question. It was off the side of the kitchen, and looked slightly nicer than the other doors in the house. Kelly squinted at it and hummed.

“Hmm… where does this go?” he mumbled to himself.

“That’s what we have to find out!” Stevie answered, “Okay, think real hard Kelly- where would you hide a key to your secret treasure?”

Kelly gave her a deadpan expression, “I don’t remember what I had for breakfast, this might be a bit of a challenge.”

“Hey, there’s stairs in here!”

Spinning around, Kelly and Stevie found half of Izzy’s body leaning through the door to look behind it, “It’s dark as fuck in here, but I think it maybe leads to cellar?”

"Why don't we have anyone in our group with super strength?" Stevie sighed. Nikki made his way over and put his hand on the lock, heating it until the working components melted and it fell apart.

"Babe, what if that lock was the only thing keeping a vampire from our necks?" Tommy asked.

"You're too skinny and anemic. He won't want your blood." Nikki smiled.

"Why can't it be a hot vampire girl?" Stevie crossed her arms over her chest.

"Well, why don't you lead us down there so we can find out, Flashlight?" Nikki motioned to the door. By this point the others had joined them.

"Fine." Stevie huffed, heading down the stairs. "But have Mick on standby in case I fall and break my arm."

Taking a moment to focus, she let herself glow brighter than usual, illuminating a foot or two in front of her as she and the rest of the group began their descent. The stairway didn’t go too deep though, and before they knew it, they were turning into an open room. It wasn’t huge, but it had a few tables and chairs shoved up against the wall, and what looked like a bar in the back corner. What really caught their attention was the numerous shelves lined with bottles and jars, and a few large barrels sitting beneath them.

“Oh shiiiit,” Kelly’s eyes widened in comprehension, “It’s the Prohibition Room!”

“The what now?” Tommy asked.

Meanwhile, Duff was already darting forward, snatching one of the jars down and struggling to unscrew the lid.

“Yeah,” Kelly answered absently, “I totally forgot about this, but I had like, an unofficial speakeasy down here during prohibition,” he explained.

Finally getting the jar open, Duff unceremoniously took a large swig from it. His face scrunched up a bit as he swallowed before breaking into a wide grin, “Fuck yeah, moonshine!!”

“Jesus Christ, Duff, what if that had been poison or something?” Axl looked on in horror, “Does moonshine expire? What if it turned into bleach or something!”

“I don’t think that’s how alcohol works, dude,” Slash chimed in.

“It’s alcohol made by Kelly,” Axl pointed accusingly, “standard assumptions don’t apply here!”

“This is the best day of my life,” Duff giggled, ignoring the argument and already halfway through the jar.

“Okay, alright, slow down there Weather Witch,” Kelly snagged the jar out of his hand, ignoring his whining, “At least pace yourself, this shit is strong.” Stevie walked around, checking out the dusty room.

“Holy shit guys!” Slash called out. “Look at this chick!”

Hanging on the wall was an art deco style poster of a woman in a green dress, holding a bottle of alcohol. She had long blond hair, and it almost looked like green wings. There were words about Absinthe and little green fairies around her.

“She looks like Stevie!” Vince laughed. “Holy shit!”

“She looks nothing like me,” Stevie rolled her eyes. “You guys are blind.”

“Eh, she kinda does,” Kelly agreed. “I wonder if there’s any absinthe still around here.” He started rifling through various bottles that were on the bar. Upon picking one up, a whole section of the bar pulled away, showing an access to the entire underside of the bar. Under the bar were cases of alcohol, money, and some old guns.

For a moment, all they could do was stare down at the revealed stash. Eventually, Sebastian broke the silence with a whispered but emphatic, “Holy shit, dude.”

“...So that’s where I put those.”

“Sweet, more alcohol!” Duff chimed in.

“Sweet, more money!” Nikki added.

“Guns,” Izzy stated with far too much glee.

“And all I get is a poster of a girl advertising hallucinogenic alcohol,” Stevie sighed. Kelly shook his head.

“You know, I think there are more hidden things all over the estate,” Kelly pointed out, “Maybe you’ll find a diamond or something.”

“Yeah, because the house is the only one that will give her a diamond,” Axl teased, making Stevie glare at him.

“Okay, okay, let’s get this all out of here and take it upstairs,” Kelly told them, “I’m having some flashbacks and I’d rather count it on the main floor,” He looked at Stevie, “And tomorrow, we’ll go buy new furniture.”

Stevie smiled, “Really?” She asked.

“Yeah,” He shrugged. Stevie’s excitement lit up the room, literally.

“My eyes!” Vince covered his eyes. “Mick, I need you to heal them!”

“You were either going to go blind from Stevie or from touching yourself and I’m not healing either,” Mick grumbled.

Bringing up the money, weapons, and enough alcohol to satisfy them for the night, they returned upstairs and sprawled out in the living room. They found the guns to all be unloaded, much to Izzy’s disappointment and everyone else’s relief. The money they had found, combined with the envelope Tommy had given Stevie, added up to a more than impressive amount.

“Holy shit,” Stevie stared in wide-eyed glee after they finished adding up the total, “With this much cash, we can fix this place up and eat more than once a day!”

“Oh thank God,” Tommy sighed in relief.

“Yeah, we’ll have you vampire-worthy in no time,” Nikki teased.

“Dude, don’t even joke about that!” Tommy whined, “I’m not gonna be able to sleep tonight!”

“I can work with that,” Nikki winked.

“Oh God, I’m glad you guys are sequestered in the attic,” Vince shuddered, “Sleeping with earplugs was getting old.”

“Oh, challenge accepted,” Nikki grinned mischievously, tugging Tommy to stand and head towards their room, the drummer laughing.

“Night, roomies!”

“Ugh, I regret this already,” Kelly moaned exaggeratedly.

“I think I’m gonna head to bed too,” Izzy stood nonchalantly, “I'm pretty beat.”

“Good idea,” Stevie piped up, “We’ve had a busy day and tomorrow we’ve got even more to do!” She rubbed her hands together in excitement.

As they began to clear out, Duff suddenly stumbled, a loud yelp sounding from around his feet.

“Are you fucking kidding me!” The bassist shrieked as Slash became visible from his place laying on the floor, glaring furiously.

“We’re in a goddamn mansion, how do you still manage to step on me?!”

“You’re laying in the middle of the fucking floor, how is this my fault??”

Shaking her head, Stevie quickly retreated to her new room, the bickering getting softer as she skipped down the hallway. A mattress was haphazardly shoved in the corner of the sunroom, and piles of clothes and posters were spread about the floor. As she shut the door behind her, she was relieved to find that she couldn’t hear her two bandmates’ arguing anymore. Falling onto her bed, she sighed in contentment. They could fight all they wanted now and she wouldn't be disturbed. It was a dream come true.

This place was perfect.

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gemalawashomestuck · 4 years ago

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8, 13, 35!

Ooh, thanks! Hoo boy, this got long quick so sorry for that - can't do a read more, I'm on mobile. Spoilers for my fic Still as a Statue and me rambling about a bunch of random drafts ahead.

8: "Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you've written and explain why you're proud of it."

This is a hard one as I'm not particularly a fan of my own dialogue (but internal monologue is my favorite). It's difficult, obnoxious, and frankly takes the most time and effort out of anything I write. Most of the reason Still as a Statue got backed up for a year was a piece of dialogue that just did not want to work. That said, these pieces come to mind:

> "Hey um…in that statue, what was it like?” You ask, looking at him curiously.

> He frowns softly, glancing down at his hand where it rests on your shoulder. He takes a deep breath or two before he speaks, like he’s trying to pull himself together. You figure whatever he’s about to say really isn’t pleasant, and you know that’s probably an understatement.

> "I…I was awake. Fully. The entire time, I mean, I slept sometimes but…it was really hard because I couldn’t close my eyes or anything - and the nightmares were really fucking hard to deal with. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t even blink, and everyone forgot I was ever even alive except as some stupid little myth,” he mumbles, voice heavy and low with emotion but flatter than before, like he’s lost the energy to even cry.

This is part of the aforementioned bitch piece that stuck me for months, but I'm genuinely proud of how it ended up. I really tried to push Dave's emotions into this snippet and I think I did alright with that. Dave's been through a lot and I kind of wanted to show that in the way he talks throughout the chapter, a bit overwhelmed and upset and even angry over what's been done to him and he doesn't know how to handle those emotions. As a sort of addendum, I give you this:

> "I won’t lie, it really was hell, or maybe worse - not sure if I would’ve preferred eternal fire to that statue. I mean I’d just say burn me but I don’t know how bad that is, for all I know I’d just regret making the rash call in the end though I’m not really sure how shit gets worse…and I’m not sure. Maybe there was a safeguard or some shit, something to keep me from completely losing my shit. It would make sense for them to put that on, a madman probably can’t have a soulmate and it also sucked a lot worse than it probably would’ve if I’d lost my mind. Pretty sure they meant for me to end up with a girl to ‘show me the error of my sinful choices’ or some shit but at least that particular fuck-you from the past didn’t work out,” he admits in a quiet voice.

This is really just a Dave Ramble that expounds on the above, particularly on how nasty it was for Dave - five hundred years of being trapped in a statue is hard to relate to as a reader, but I like to think the idea that Dave thinks he'd prefer being burned alive for all that time says something serious about it. It also kinda shows the motivation behind putting Dave in the statue - obviously you can't take what Dave says as gospel, but the idea that he was placed in there with the intention of him suffering is very real and very there.

13: "What's the best writing advice you've ever come across?"

It's probably a tie for me, personally, between 'write what you want to read' and 'it's okay to write similar things a bunch of times'. Mostly because two of my insecurities when it comes to writing are the self-indulgence of everything I write and the fact that I have so many plots and drabbles and ideas around the same few tropes. I had a full document that was just a soul mate collection, for a while, because I love that trope so dearly.

35: "Would you ever kill off a canon character?"

The answer here is an unequivocal yes. I've probably killed all of them at least once in the drafts I have, whether it's raw angst or well deserved. I have a draft where Dave dies 50+ times and most of them are doomed timeline reasons. I have a draft where Bro gets dismembered and deserves it. I have a Dirkjohn draft where they both die in the end. I have a draft in which the twist is that Karkat was dead the whole time. I have a Johndave draft in which the whole plot is centered around Dave's untimely death. Wait, no, I have two of those, one is ghost fluff and the other is a very complicated mystery. Me and character death are WELL acquainted and if you like angst you might wanna buckle the fuck up when it comes to my drafts because I do not pull punches (I'm a sucker for things turning out ok though, there's very few actual bad endings even if my fics HEAP with bad shit happening). They don't tend to stay dead, though.

#johndave #homestuck #gem answers #still as a statue #dave strider #long post #gem rants #edited to add readmore #gemposting #gem writes #not homestuck

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readandwritesilver · 5 years ago

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can we just,,,,,, can everyone shut up with the debbie discourse for two seconds because i have had a Thought while sitting on my bed and analyzing her character,,,,,,,

you know the scene on the porch around the end of season ten (i think its 10.11, but i could be wrong) where her and sandy are teasing carl about his “undercover cop” thing,,,,, ok so bear with me for a second right these are the ramblings of whatever the gender neutral term for madman is,,,,

ok so like that scene makes me think of something. i already brought up the parallels between both sabbie/dandy (imo dandy is cuter but sabbie seems more popular) and s1-3 gallavich, as well as the parallels between sandy and debbie individually in s1-3 in this post. i go into a lot more detail but the summary of it is that debbie and sandy, both individually and in their relationship, reflect what gallavich could have been in the early seasons but didnt have the chance to, mainly because of one terry milkovich.

(cutting this because its fucking LONG man, sorry. i get really fired up about the parallels in this show because like,,, not to compliment the writing on shameless but they kinda make me go a little feral)

so, anyways, the porch scene.

throughout the first five seasons, all the way up until she leaves, we see glimpses at the dynamic of mickey, mandy, and ian as a group. but it’s never really allowed to thrive, first because of mickey, and then because on k*nyatta.

the reason k*nyatta interfered with mandy’s relationships with the two of them don’t really need to be explained. he was an abusive and manipulative peice of shit, end of story. but i want to look more at s1-3, where mickey was the one preventing it.

i think that in his head, ian was separate from everything else. ian was essentially his escape, even if he would never even admit it to himself (though he actually does admit it, to some degree, after yev’s christening in 4.11). notice how reluctant he is to let any part of what he has with ian interact with his family in any way, how when he’s with both mandy and ian at the same time (or, honestly, with any other human being and ian at the same time) he essentially pretends ian doesn’t exist, how he freaks out when ian makes any kind of effort to hang out with him but invites him to stay over the SECOND his family is out of town.

there are practical reasons for this, and the biggest one rhymes with berry bilkovich, but part of it is also that i think mickey needs to let ian be his own. anyone that grew up with abusive/manipulative parents (and this isn’t just me projecting, ive had this conversation with other people from shitty homes that have agreed) can tell you that, essentially, nothing is your own as soon as your abuser knows about it. it becomes fuel to their fire. and i think that mandy (and the rest of his siblings, as he clearly had a relationship with them, even if it was different than it was with her) were an extension of this. again, there are obviously practical reasons for this in that he had no way of knowing whether he could trust them (though it seems unlikely ian never told mickey mandy knew he was gay.) and there was a reasonable chance he would have been in just as much danger as if his dad found out, but i think this was only part of his reasoning.

so, going back to sandy, debbie, and carl.

i think that the three of them are an important addition to everything i already went over with dandy/sabbie and gallavich. obviously sandy isn’t really in season ten very much, and most of her time is spent with mickey dealing with wedding stuff and debbie is in no way involved (with the exception of the one time sandy texts her about franny,). but in the scenes that she does have with debbie, like i said in my last post, sandy is already at the point that mickey is after a lot of work, despite their (theoretically) reasonable age gap. yes, there are practical reasons for this from a show-running perspective and yes we don’t know much about her pre-s10, i’m aware of all of this, but it’s not really relevant. the point is that sandy is clearly already comfortable with her family (mainly mickey, but she also point blank says to terry & several random milkoviches that she’s gay and receives no reaction, meaning it isn’t news) knowing not just about her sexuality, but also about her and debbie. sure, she never has a conversation of any kind with anyone about debbie, but, not only do they dance together at the wedding, but they have sex in 10.11 in an old, shitty house with most likely very thin walls with everyone there. also the bowtie scene, while it’s technically only them, once again theoretically happens in the kitchen of a house with other people in it.

ok, so, now that i’ve rambled for far too long, the porch scene.

i ADORE this scene. i think it sets up a fucking wonderful dynamic that i hope in my heart of hearts isn’t forgotten in s11. sandy telling carl he smells like shit and that he’s “not a very good [undercover cop]”, carl calling her “milk”, the three of them sharing the joint, it’s poetic cinema. and the fact that the pivotal moment in debbie and sandy’s (until that point) casually flirty relationship happens right after? i have a lot of problems with the writing on shameless because of how they handle the way that certain stories progress, but this scene is one of the things that i fucking love about the writing on this show. it’s one scene that’s, like, three minutes max and here i am rambling on for paragraphs about it. we already see an easy relationship building between the three of them, and it has a lot of potential to go even further.

so, this is all kind of building on my original post. but we’re seeing them, pretty much immediately, get a dynamic that mickey, ian, and mandy could have had, but were denied because of circumstances totally out of their control. granted, sandy and carl aren’t really friends yet, but we’ve been shown time and time again that gallaghers and milkoviches are kind of just drawn to eachother, so i don’t think it’s a reach at all (especially if sandy is still hanging around in s11, which i think she probably will be, between mickey and debbie) to say theres a reasonable chance it could happen.

obviously there’s no equivalent to lip in this situation, and i suppose they could just introduce a random milkovich for carl, but i honestly wouldn’t want that. to be fair, they managed to do start a decent romance with debbie and sandy pretty quickly, but i just feel like it would come off as forced and/or rushed. besides the fact that, as much as i loved lip and mandy together, and have always loved lip as a character, he honestly never really fit into the dynamic all that well. there wasn’t even a particular reason why he never worked as a part of the little group at any stage, he just didn’t, (which is fine).

TL;DR: Sandy, Debbie, and Carl could (either in s11 or post-canon, though i think the latter is more likely) become something similar to the sweet little “two of us are banging, two of us are siblings, and two of us are best friends” group that mandy, mickey, and ian never got the chance at, and i think it’s pretty damn neat.

#shameless #shameless us #shameless (us)#ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #mandy milkovich #sandy milkovich #debbie gallagher #carl gallagher #dandy #sabbie #gallavich #clover rants #this got so long but i'm not even gonna pretend to be sorry im right and i should say it #also its three am when im cuing this but its still gonna post before i wake up #so if youre reading this and ive misspelled the word paralell or some shit like 20 times its bc i havent edited it yet and i apologize #i rarely use apostrophes or capital letters on names and i dont have the energy to sort through all the red lines #edit like a year later i just wanted to say that my comments at the start about the discourse came from a place of not understanding the #magnitude of what i was reffering to. my opinions have changed and 'can everyone just shut up' is no longer how i feel

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