#true and constant Oli

[lalunanymph]

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 ─── you always knew oliver aiku was a bad influence. but just how bad, exactly? let's just say that if your parents ever looked out the window and happened to peep inside oliver's idle sports car, someone is about to get murdered tonight.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 ─── you're now reading . . . 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐔���𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊 + 𝐒𝐄𝐌𝐈-𝐏𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐂 𝐒𝐄𝐗 with oliver aiku

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 ─── fem!reader, perv!oliver, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, sex in a car, fwb!oliver, repressed feelings, oliver is a jackass, language

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 ─── for the anons who once asked me many moons ago abt oliver corrupting us—this one's for you 🖤

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“Oli, we can’t do this.”

Your whimpers were lost in the scruff of his neck, a breathy moan released from the tight confines of your lips into the heat of his Porsche’s interior. 

“Mhm.” 

Honestly, if it wasn't for a soft spot you had for Oliver Aiku, you would've stabbed him.

Many men tried to get you in this position, but they could never succeed. 

You were a headstrong woman; tenacious, a hard worker and a corporate climber through and through. You had dated boys who thought the peak of communication was Snapchat streaks and “you up?” texts. But, you had never dated a man like Oliver.

In your defence, ‘dated’ seemed to be a stretch. 

Oliver was a wild ride for sure. 

Tall, handsome, pockets lined full with a pro-athlete salary, he was every girl's wet dream. 

After years in the media industry, you learned to differentiate the bad apples and genuinely lost ones. You have encountered influencers, moguls and celebrities under the scrutiny of your analytical and roaming eye. However, Oliver was an enigma to you. 

Though friendly and approachable to everyone else, you couldn’t help but feel there was a part of him he tried to hide from the world. A part which shredded through football fields and tore men’s hopes and dreams from their white-knuckled clutches. 

Many people had been destroyed by Oliver’s sheer force, both on the field and off of it if his playboy status was anything to go by. And you would be damned if you were going to be one of them. 

“Oli,” you muttered, a little firmer this time. 

The rough strip of his tongue teased your sensitive earlobe and you hissed, flinching from the sudden stimulation. 

“Oliver.” 

“What?” 

He sounded a little pissed off. You may be younger than the girls he was used to, but you were experienced enough from your years networking under intense strain and pressure to figure out when you were on the losing end of a potential relationship. 

With Oliver, it was a constant push and pull. As you moved forward, he pulled back. And for whatever reason, when he decided to reach out, you would hesitate to let him back in.

Anyone would decide that such a relationship—if it could be even called that—was doomed from the beginning.

But, Oliver and you never did have a conventional relationship. 

He saw you as a plaything, and you regarded him as a little bit of fun to unwind after a hectic week. It was a mutual agreement based on a sudden spark of crazy chemistry which neither of you wanted to solidify. 

Those large, rough hands which were used to causing destruction on the field, were parting your thighs softly, reaching for the soft promise of pleasure in between them.

In other circumstances, you would let Oliver have his way with you. But today, you were determined to put up a flimsy boundary—one he was desperate to break. 

“Oliver, my house is just a few feet away.” 

True to your words, the place you rested your head for every night was in the form of your parent’s modest two storey home right in the heart of downtown Tokyo. 

Lace curtains iced its domestic eggshell white walls, keeping you safe in the veil of night and away from prying eyes. But, the thrill laid in the fact that anyone who pulled apart those flimsy curtains could catch a look of you in such a compromising position. The engine of his idle car thrummed underneath your thighs, and you wished you had worn a longer skirt to combat his straying touches. 

If there was one thing Oliver reminded you of, it was a hurricane. His determination and stubbornness pushed him to where he was today—rising high in the world's eye. 

It was one of the traits you admire about him—and one which would change your morals forever. 

“I can’t,” you murmured in a cross between a hitched breath and a soft moan. “Oliver—”

“Don’t worry your pretty little head off. Just let me feel you.”

Those unique dual-tone eyes flashed sincerely under the waning street lamp light. There were times when Oliver’s simple touches and presence could push out the nagging thoughts in your mind, and there were instances when it drew up red flags in your periphery like a race day warning. 

Like speeding down the highway without a seatbelt on, you were sure kissing someone else would never be as enthralling as kissing Oliver Aiku. 

The scruff of his sparse five-o-clock shadow and moustache rubbed on the soft skin of your chin. You tasted the beer he drank for dinner, and a little bit of your own fruity lip gloss in between the curls of his tongue. 

Everything about Oliver was enticing; how he kissed, how he fucked, how he made you feel like you were the only girl in his world when you knew that was the furthest from the reality. He was also attentive when he wasn’t a huge prick. Out of the men you fooled around with, Oliver remembered exactly what you liked and he wasn’t afraid to push those lines. 

His hand was between your thighs again, this time pushing your skirt up inch by agonising inch. You didn’t fight him, too dizzy and weak with lust. He used two thick fingers to pry apart the seat of your panties, already sticky with arousal and ready for the taking. 

“So perfect,” he whispered into your neck. “How're you so perfect for me?” 

Over time, you had to tell yourself it was just words from a man who wanted to lure you into bed and they didn���t mean a thing.

But sometimes, you forgot. You forgot that this wasn’t real, that Oliver doesn’t actually love you. 

It didn’t help that his kisses felt like coming home at the end of a hard day; though already complicated as it was, whatever emotion you both harboured for each other could never be said out loud. 

He tipped your head towards him again, to catch your lips in a languid, teasing kiss that was more tongue than lips. The taste of him sent a thrill down your spine, settling right into your core. 

“Can I feel you, baby? Can I touch you here?” He stroked the soft flesh of your inner thigh with his thumb, locking eyes with you in the half-light. 

They brought you down a spiral; into a light purple and a hazel green tide which tried to rip apart your resolve. 

You were half out of your mind when you nodded, giving your consent with a shaky little sigh. 

He immediately pounced onto that opportunity like a panther to your jugular. 

Using his strength, Oliver dragged you onto his lap, where you fit against his edges snuggly. Those plush lips descended upon yours again, and he kissed away your troubles and worries, only determined to bring towards the brink of giving everything up for him.

Like a riptide, it was no use holding him back. 

Oliver had fucked you in shady motels and even in his practice locker room, but this was new territory. The both of you were within reach of your parents who had no idea of your budding situationship with the famous footballer. 

At the reminder of them, you broke the kiss off with a gasp, pinning your wide eyes onto his half-mast ones.

“Oli, how tinted are these windows?” 

“Really tinted,” he murmured without a shred of hesitation. Despite yourself, you believed him. 

You let him kiss down your neck, bite on your collarbones and pull you back in for more sloppy kisses. Unlike other men, Oliver wasn’t jumping into the main event. 

He took his time to prep you, slipping two fingers through your folds and gathering the slick there to rub along your entire entrance and back hole. Though his movements were jerky, he was still gentle with you—peppering smooches down the bridge of your nose and jaw.

If you were a weaker girl, you were sure your heart would melt into your ruined panties just for Oliver Aiku. 

He hummed, feeling you slowly ease yourself up and down his two fingers, fucking yourself on those static digits.

The first time he met you, Oliver was sure you were an upstuck, prudish type of girl. You weren’t exactly his flavour of woman, but where would the fun be without a challenge? 

He spent weeks pursuing you, doing the cheesy lame boyfriend shit people like Isagi would do for some girl he met two weeks ago. 

But, Oli’s goal was simple: Make someone else who wasn’t his type be into him.

Though you were right here with him, the task felt impossible. It was hard to get a woman who already had everything to take a chance on him. Your life was perfect—great job, great friends, supportive parents.

What could a man like him offer besides sending you to additional therapy sessions on your insurance’s dime? 

Under all the layers of his cocky playboy persona, Oliver knew he was a wreck waiting to implode. He never felt good enough to warrant a spot on Japan’s football team. He was insecure and lacked control in every part of his life except his dating one. 

It was why he went after more soft-willed girls than you.

And why the sight of you undulating your hips over his fingers nearly sent him into overdrive. 

“Fuck,” he breathed out. “You’re really something, huh, Y/N. Look at you—getting yourself off on your own. Good girl.”

Something about his tone and that endearment made both your heart and pussy throb.

“Oli,” you sniffled, hiding your face in the crook of his neck. Oliver had barely touched you—he had fondled, kissed and fingered you—yet, you were already dripping for him. 

Such eagerness made your cheeks burn, and you hiccuped more of your moans back, afraid to let him hear.

But, Oliver—as attentive and controlling as he was—could sniff your shame from a mile away. He nudged your face up to look into his, those soft, dual-toned eyes edged with a ring of steel in them that cut through your flimsy bleats. 

“Let go for me,” he urged, brushing the pads of his fingers down your soft cheek, and you lost yourself in his unique eyes and handsome face again. “Don’t be afraid to show your real self to me, angel.”

Again, something in you broke. 

The last flimsy excuse, your remaining shred of dignity… all for you to finally hiccup: “Oliver, please fuck me.” 

That was all the begging he needed. 

Oliver slid his pants and boxers down, far enough for his cock to spring free and leave a smear of pre on your exposed soft belly. Your skirt was around your hips, panties pushed to the side, and that was how he took you. 

The stretch burned, but it was a satisfactory one. Your thighs ached and tears were smarting in your eyes. 

Oliver was bigger than most guys and you weren’t used to taking him without a soft bed and a little more prep work. 

But, you held onto his shoulders, every bit of your skin feeling like it was on fire from trying to hold back your moans. You didn’t want anyone to hear, or for random people to suspect; even when the car frame started to shake or the windows began to fog up. 

This was your tryst with Oliver Aiku; your dirty little secret. 

He pulled you close to kiss you again, and this time, those large hands moved to the front of your shirt, kneading your breasts with an eager vigour. You let him lift the hem up, untuck your bra cups and bathe your slowly stiffening nipples with soft kitten licks. 

Oliver guided your hips to grind down on his cock, while he suckled and tongued your buds to stiffness. The filthy squelch of your pussy coating his length with her excitement and the smack of his lips and tongue turning your nipples into fleshy diamonds echoed through the car. You were lightheaded and felt like someone had spiked your system with alcohol.

The sleek lines of his Porsche’s interior were swimming in your eyes, and you felt like you could faint from the excitement. 

Your internal pressure ticked up a notch when one large palm of his wrapped around your neck, stopping your breath in your throat. If there was one thing you were sure Oliver was made for, it was to drive you insane.

He squeezed down on you, while intermittently fucking into you with clean, sharp thrusts. He kept a consistent pattern—squeeze, fuck, let you breathe, squeeze, fuck…

“Oli!” you wheezed in between those breaths he gifted you, your swimming eyes breaking and tears running down your cheeks. “Oliver…”

“Cum for me,” he coaxed, slipping his thumb in between your lips where you sucked on the tip with what he thought was almost love. He retracted his thumb, glossy with your spit and notched it right on your windpipe, putting pressure.

Oliver watched the ecstasy, fear and lust flash across your expressions, one melange of an erotic sight he would remember forever. 

“Let yourself go, baby,” he urged, squeezing down on your throat, while you felt his abs undulate against the soft planes of your belly—a tell-tale sign he was going to cum. A pinch appeared in his brow, and sweat bulleted down his forehead. 

“G’na—fuck—you’re so tight,” he nearly gasped that last part out. “Pussy so perfect for me. Go on then, give ‘em a show… show everyone how you’re creaming just for me, sweetheart.” 

Just as you were approaching your high where white light was flooding behind your closed lids, Oliver pressed his damp lips to your ear, his whisper cutting through the fog and bringing your climax crashing down like an implosion.

“The windows aren’t actually tinted, baby… everyone just saw you fucking my cock so good.”

Your eyes rolled back into your head, manicured nails stabbing into his shoulders. Despite every fibre of your being yelling at you to stop and hop out from his lap, something darker and sultrier begged you to stay—to give into this ruin. 

Those voices warred and clashed with each other for a few seconds, which felt like an eternity as you were stretched out on another plane of pleasure no one could touch. Your ribs expanded, your spine arched and your toes curled and—

“Oliver!” 

With everything you had, you came for him. 

All the voices in your head stopped; replaced by the chanting of his name over and over again. 

Like he was a prayer and you were the repentant sinner, you sobbed out his name, holding onto his neck like a lifeline and slowly bucking your hips up and down, prolonging the almost cruel pleasure.

Oliver came around the same time you did, with a grunt and his fingers clawing into the doughy flesh of your hips. 

You sagged against him, and through a lapse of judgement, his lips found your temple, leaving a small peck on the sweaty skin.

Oliver held you like you were meant to be cradled. You couldn’t think about anything that occurred within these past few minutes; your mind was on a fever high and your body was melted to his like hot wax pooling into a holder. 

“You okay?” His deep voice rumbled under your cheek.

You nodded, too exhausted to speak.

“Can you walk?” 

Flexing your thighs, you offered another pathetic nod.

“Do you want to stay here for a bit or go?”

You should probably go. After all, it was encroaching a tender territory you dared not ventured through. He felt too good, too comfortable to leave, but you ignored the screaming in your bones when you forced yourself off his lap and back into the passenger seat.

Adjusting your panties, skirt and shirt, you flashed him a tight smile, one which he echoed with an uncertain grin.

For a few seconds, neither of you spoke, and it felt like you were leaving a movie just before the good part came on. 

But, you had already seen multiple films like these before, starring numerous women this great actor before you had duped and jilted. 

You weren’t interested in entering his rotating roster of desperate girls waiting to be picked, so you strengthen your resolve and put your dignity back in the driving seat.

“Bye, Oliver.”

He hummed. “Bye, Y/N. Goodnight.” 

Oliver didn’t offer to see you again, and you didn’t bother mentioning it.

Sometime next week, the both of you would fall back into this toxic cycle—either you would call him up drunk out of your mind or he would get pissed off during his training and call you after to let off some steam. Rinse and repeat. 

Life was predictable like that with Oliver. You didn’t want to disturb the peace.

You got out of his car, adjusting your skirt one more time. Usually, you would never turn back to give him a second glance—out of sight, out of mind.

But, this time, something compelled you to turn around, and when you did, you gasped out loud; nearly running towards his retreating car to smack the roof, the hood or even the lying man behind the wheel. 

Through those crystal clear windows which were obviously not heavily tinted like he promised, Oliver shot you a smirk and a wave, leaving you stewing in both horror and an inexplicable desire to fuck that smug look off his stupidly handsome face as the reality sank in. 

You had fucked Oliver Aiku right in front of your parents, and judging from the silent house behind you and the lack of a usual warm vibe, you were positive they were going to rip through you a new one.

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[radfemsiren]

I want to start making radical feminist content, do you have any advice? Should I hide the “terfy” opinions at first, then slowly work it in? I’m worried it won’t have appeal and is too extreme

Absolutely not, the parts of radical feminism that enrage people will actually work in our favor. The internet pushes conflict heavy content, this is why there’s so many influencers that’ve become very wealthy through pushing nothing but “rage baiting” : Oli London, Trisha Paytas, Nikocado, Blaire White, etc

The goal of becoming a "political influencer" that maintains a platform and has a large enough voice to alter the mainstream discussion and enact change on a massive scale is not to win internet arguments.

Ignore ratios, forget about your initial reception and comment sections and whether you look "good or bad".

It's a failure to win an argument and have 10 people watching.

It's a win to lose an argument and have 100k people watching and hating you…even a small percentage of 100k liking and following you is massive growth.

If it’s something you want to do full time, then your one and only objective is constant exposure. Someone making fun of you on twitter and posting a 100k liked screenshot shitting on you …will give you 10k subscribers, so you won! Have an incredibly thick skin and know what your goals are (while taking safety precautions) and the game of the internet becomes easy to navigate

Piss people off, always be true about what you believe, constantly yap away, work on improving your quality and making the content fast, stimulating, and about current trends, and the people that agree with you will find you. Good luck!

[goldenwitherphoenix13]

A long post is under the cut, but I think we, as a fandom, moved on far too quickly from the endings of empires smp season 2.

Almost everyone got a happy ending.

Fwhip resigned from the role of the Goblin king.

Joel accended to true God hood.

Sausage grew old in sanctuary and raised Hermes to be an interdimentional warrior.

Gem finished Dawn and chose to stay in Hermitcraft because it was the best choice.

Katherine cured the curse plaguing her land.

Joey got to go on all sorts of adventures after defeating his arch-nemesis Skeletron.

Pix, while not finishing his work, got to tell the story of the ancient ruins.

Lizzie created a fully functioning city of animals to live as they want.

Shelby became one of the most powerful witches and got that date with Katherine.

Scott went off into the sunset with Owen to discover new lands and treasures to steal.

Heck, even Oli got out of debt, even if he ended up accidentally time travelling.

And while False never uploaded her finale, we can easily infer that she continued to expand her empire and make her name for herself.

Who did I miss?

Sheriff Jimmy.

The sheriff, who all the other emperors abandoned. The sheriff, nearly loosing his own identity to a joke. The sheriff, who lost his town to the fae.

Let's not forget Jimmy never left tumble town willingly. He was booted out when the fae corrupted his lands, spreading it throughout his home. He and the old sheriff, Roswell, made the best of a bad situation. I mean, what else can they do? Fight the fae? Fae are powerful creature. Not to be messed with. Fighting them is a one-way ticket to death if they don't decide to hold you a prisoner in their realm.

Jimmy also never got the chance to say goodbye to anyone. Everyone had already left him behind. Joel had accended without saying goodbye to his supposed best bud. Sausage never thought to check in on tumble town. There was no final passing of words—just a note from Fwhip.

And, let's not forget this big bit of information, the thing that still grinds my gears about empires season 2. He is the only villain of season 2 who got no closure, redemption or apology. Shelby was uncorrupted and saved. Sausage supreme was fused into Sausages soul. Skeletron was killed by Katherine, Joey and Shelby. They all got an end to their villainy, wether through being saved or killed.

Jimmy got nothing.

His ending was, in multiple ways, left unfinished. He was still bitter towards the emperors. He was still lacking any human respect. He wasn't given any apology or forgiveness. He was forced out of his home by powerful creatures, trying his best to make good of the darkness left to him.

But it's not all darkness. This isn't a bad ending. I think this end has an underlying subtext not even Jimmy planned for. Something I've seen almost no one talking about.

The sheriff walked away from a toxic environment.

Now is an excellent time to remind you that this is all about the characters. Not the actual content creators. Got it? Good.

Let's be honest. None of the characters in Empires Season 2 were 100% innocent besides maybe Katherine. Some were thieves. Some were filled with pride, some made dubious choices, and some were even a little corrupt. And Jimmy isn't an exception. He was a lil bit dishonest with power sometimes and a lil bit prideful in his name. But the sheriff wasn't evil at first. He still did things to help people. He helped Katherine arrest Joey for theft. He did his best to follow the rules, and he actively sought to stop those committing crimes and try to understand the issue at hand, like with Shelby. And his reward. Constant teasing and mockery.

Everyone, including his allies, still made fun of him. Even his best bud said things behind his back. And this is what made him snap. Not the jokes, but that no one, not even his allies, seemed to show any human decency to him.

And he never got an apology or a moment to put them in their place to tell them that they have done goofed. The sheriff was barely given a chance to build, hardly a chance to breathe. He knows he probably couldn't take them in a fight, but they didn't even give him a chance to talk. They made him sit there and take it like he had no choice.

The sheriff instead chose to walk away. Everyone had left him behind. And with the threat of the fae above him, he decided that the best course of action was to leave the toxic lands behind. Lands full of pranks and mistakes that would only ever remind him of his negative attributes.

The sheriff stayed with the one person who ever showed him any sliver of true friendship—the old sheriff. The old sheriff helped reverse the effects of the lore potion with an unnamed potion he found at Shelbys. He helped Jimmy defend the town from a raid. He stayed with him through thick and thin. Sure, he isn't the best influence, but he's better than the world around them.

Ultimately, Jimmy's finale wasn't the good ending like everyone else's. Villains rarely ever get those. Instead, it's a bittersweet goodbye from the two sheriffs off to find a new home far away to the lands of one that brought sorrow, even if at least one of them has some anger issues to work through.

[blessedwithabadomen]

~I apologize in advance for the word vomit that is this~

it’s just that type of day for me where I’m thinking about being sandwiched in between Noah and Oli and taking a fat nap.

and it’s not even about just needing the rest or trying to sleep off the headache or whatever other reason it might be, it’s the comfort of it. of hearing the two of them conversing lowly and their voices lulling you to sleep. your eyes are closed, but you’re still awake for the moment, so they don’t know you can hear their playful bantering— probably arguing about something like who’s the better pillow. maybe there’s a show playing in the background. you’re in a pile on the couch or in the comfort of your shared bed. it just screams domestic comfort, and it is making me feel 🥺💗🦋🥺💗🦋

being tangled up with Noah’s gangly ass legs. we’re portraying him being clingy as fuck with this one because I’m feeling self-indulgent. like at one point his cheek is just smushed against yours, not for very long, before he’s nuzzling into the curve of your neck !!!!!! (it’s his second home idc) and his hair falling across your skin and tickling you!!!!! hrnghhh when I say it is so soft (Noah’s hair too but that’s not what I mean), they are such golden retriever boyfriends I cannot. you say you want to take a nap— subtext that you want them to join you— and they are there!! when he has the time~ Noah to me also gives off vibes like he’s preparing a nest!!! pillows!!! blankets!!!! comfort is key!!!! do you want some white noise? some thunder sounds? music? (WHY IS NOAH OFFERING TO PLAY RAIN AND THUNDER SOUNDS MAKING ME SOFT) idkidk I can’t explain it but ya know he just seems like he knows how to curate his environment/is more detail oriented when it comes to things like that

(these are just my musings, by no means true, 100% fictional)

Oli can’t keep his mouth off you. he seems like the type that has a lot of nervous energy— can’t sit still, must always be occupied (and then couple that with him already being super touchy feely affectionate)— so he’s kissing every inch of skin available to him!!!!! will play with your hair. it’s only fair given how often you play with his!!

RAHHHH 🦅🦅🦅 (I was gonna take a nap. I did not. I did this instead 😂😂😂😂)

oh my god NEVER apologise for word vomit, I love it so much!!!

this is genuinely my dream scenario lmao, there's very little I love more than napping and cuddling and being sandwiched between those two?? absolute 10/10

and the idea of both of their voices, Oli's accent and Noah's low tone, just lulling me in, oh myy. they would definitely banter, being with them would be a constant play fight about everything and anything and they'd keep trying to get you to pick sides but you'd only do it if you particularly wanted to tease one of them, because you all know there's no ranking in your love!!

yes, I love clingy!Noah, I'm all for it, I crave it lol, he'd just constantly make sure to be touching as much of you as he possibly could, like, he's in a weird position and getting uncomfortable? who cares as long as you're cuddled into him, that's enough for him! he needs everything to be just right for you, noise, temperature, snacks on the ready, hell, he'll light your favourite scented candle if that's your vibe!

and 100% on Oli's nervous energy, man has adhd and he'll live it out with you, Noah's your calm anchor, Oli's the one to keep you on your toes. he only really gets to rest when he's in your arms and even then he doesn't settle down or drift off until he's satisfied he's kissed you enough, stroked your skin enough, played with your hair enough, all of it

ahhhh it's yearning hours, anon!!

[popmusicu]

And One: The Charm of Underground Electronic Music

There was a class where we discussed the integration of electronic sounds in music and the birth of electro as a music genre. That day, the teacher asked us to think about an electronic pop song released since 2018.

My first thoughts when asked to think about electronic music were of some artists that immediately came to mind, like Crystal Castles, MGMT, ROMANTICA (the Russian artist), Sub Urban, Tokyopill, and many others. Although I’m not really an expert on music (hence my interest in joining this course, haha), many of these artists may not be strictly defined by the ‘electronic’ genre. They fall into subgenres related to electronic music, such as synthpop, new wave, jungle, electroclash, and other uniquely named styles. Reflecting on this family of electro-music and watching the music videos shown in class that day, I realized that electronic elements are deeply integrated into the music I listen to. This brings me to the group I want to talk about today: And One.

Why did I choose And One? Initially, it was one of the names that came to mind when asked about an electro song, but I dismissed it because they hadn’t released anything new since 2014. Also, I wasn’t sure if they could be strictly defined as ‘electronic’, and they didn’t seem to be well-known among my peers despite their great music. Additionally, And One has always given me ‘Depeche Mode-esque’ vibes, which intrigued me to explore their music and history further. This curiosity led me to make this month’s post about them.

The story of And One began when Steve Naghavi and his family emigrated as refugees from Iran to Germany in 1980. Seven years later, Naghavi was fluent in the language, working in computer repair, and absorbing the European aesthetic of those years. He was exposed to Depeche Mode’s ‘I Just Can’t Get Enough’ and became obsessed with their music. This obsession led him to frequent Linientreu, a techno-specialized discotheque in Berlin, where he met Chris Ruiz, another EBM music lover. Together, they founded And One in 1989.

Equipped with only two analog synthesizers and a beatbox, Naghavi and Ruiz worked on their first demos, promoting their songs at many shows and discotheques. In 1991, And One launched its debut album, ‘Anguish’, featuring the heavily Persian-culture-influenced ‘Metalhammer’, which became their first megahit and won them the ‘Best New Artist’ award in Germany that year.

Since then, And One has undergone many changes over the years: the constant leaving and returning of Chris Ruiz and other members to the band, which now still has Naghavi as frontman and three more members. Their music has evolved significantly, shifting from primitive industrial to a calmer sound, as shown in ‘Sometimes’ (1997) or ‘Love You to the End’ (2006). Naghavi’s aesthetic also changed, leaving behind his PVC pants and red-colored hair for a more classy and sober attire. The themes of their lyrics also matured, moving from aggressive (like ‘Second Front’ (1991)) to more mature and romantic discussions of war, youth, and technology topics (‘An Alle Krieg’ (2014)).

Steve Naghavi through the years

Despite being heavily influenced by Depeche Mode over many years, And One has managed to create a unique sound with distinctive keyboard elements. This has resulted in 14 studio albums over more than 30 years, influencing new groups in the synthpop, EBM, and new wave scenes.

From left to right: Steve Naghavi, Gio van Oli y Chris Ruiz

Reflecting on And One’s and, specially, Steve Naghavi’s journey, it's fascinating to see how their music, with its underground roots, continues to captivate me. The blend of EBM, synthpop, and industrial creates a sound that is both edgy and irresistibly danceable. And One's ability to evolve while staying true to their unique style reminds me that music is a constantly changing landscape, shaped by innovation and personal expression. Whether you're drawn in by the beats or the intriguing lyrics, their music invites you to move and explore the depths of this alternative but interesting sound.

I'll leave you two And One's songs so you can give them a try!

Military Fashion Show 

Enjoy the Unknown (my personal fav)

-Francisca Rivera C.

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https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/And_One https://www.elconfidencial.com/cultura/2016-10-02/concierto-and-one-steve-naghavi-refugiado-irani-depeche-mode_1266477/ https://rkvradio.com/2021/03/14/and-one/

[divine-swag-summit]

PRELIMINARY POLL 3

MEET THE COMPETITORS:

Prismo(Adventure Time) "Prismo is a Wish Master who is the manifestation of an old man's dream. He resides in the Time Room, which exists in the center of the multiverse. Booko describes him as "almighty." Prismo is apparently good friends with a number of cosmic-level characters in the Adventure Time universe, including the Cosmic Owl, Party God, Death, and Grob Gob Glob Grod, all of whom were seen at one of his Time Room parties."

Santa Perla(Empires SMP) "Saint Pearl is a deity whom Oli briefly met in her heavenly palace in the earliest events of Empires SMP 2. Throughout Afterlife SMP, Pearl was worshiped by the Church of St. Pearl and championed by Mythical Sausage, who ultimately rejoined her in the heavens."

Them(Don’t Starve Together) ""They" are a mysterious force in the lore of Don't Starve and Don't Starve Together. Their identities are unknown, but they seem to be beings with a very powerful influence over the Constant and its inhabitants. Their goals are unknown, but it involves kidnapping individuals from the real world and forcing them to survive a parallel dimension, as well as selecting certain survivors to rule upon the Nightmare Throne. Alter, which is a giant looming eye in the sky, was identified as "Them" or at least one of "Them". The name Alter has previously been mentioned by Maxwell in the quotes for the Ancient Lunarune Stones and in the Celestial Champion's spawn code. The surface of Alter is covered with a rocky shell, as it was previously thought to be the "Moon"."

The Small and Forgotten Gods(Wanderhome) "The Small and Forgotten Gods of Wanderhome are tiny nature spirits that get overlooked or forgotten. They take on a wide variety of forms based on where they live, and range in size from a mote of dust to ~6in."

Hanyū Furude(Higurashi No Naku Koro Ni) "Furude Hanyū, usually simply Hanyū, is one of the main characters in the Higurashi no Naku Koro ni series, and the true identity of Oyashiro-sama. She is a goddess that appears in Minagoroshi-hen and beyond. Hanyū's past is shrouded in mystery, but she has referred to herself as a demon who became a goddess after she was sacrificed at a true Watanagashi ceremony centuries past to atone for the sins of others. She is also a sort of guardian angel to her descendant, Furude Rika, whom she has followed since birth."

Willow Rosenberg(Buffy the Vampire Slayer) "Willow Danielle Rosenberg was a witch native to Sunnydale, California, a founding member of the Scooby Gang, and the best friend and semi-official sidekick of the Slayer, Buffy Summers. Willow started out as a shy computer nerd, eventually developing her talents to become a powerful and assertive witch. Milestones in her magical career include the enjoining spell, taking on the hell-goddess Glory and surviving, resurrecting Buffy, nearly ending the world, activating multiple Potential Slayers, and, eventually, establishing herself as Earth's greatest witch. During her fight against Amy, she referred to Willow as a "big all-powerful earth mother witch goddess.""

[alarrytale]

https://www.tumblr.com/alarrytale/768565422092107776/you-probably-saw-that-fans-found-that-louis-pen?source=share

Well if Louis was to attend rehab that expensive luxury clinic in Zurich is the type of place he'd choose. Only the best for LT!

But the rules of rehab state no visitors for the first two weeks so if he is there he must be feeling lonely without Oli as his constant companion.

He did need to get help and I'm so glad he has, if he is there and not on a spa break with Harry lol

Hi, anon!

I think we should be very careful drawing conclusions based on a...pen. It's a bit of a stretch to say the least... Also, even if the pen is from a hotel, that doesn’t mean that L is currently at that hotel. We don’t even know if it's Louis' pen.

The pen is front and centre in the pic, but i'm not sure that was the message he wanted to send. But who knows. If he did actually seek help, i'm really happy for him.

I don't think L is surgically attached to Oli that he can't survive two weeks (or more) without him. I know it's a joke, but it plays into an image that he can't do anything alone, which is just not true.

If he is there, whether for a relaxing retreat or for therapy, with or without Harry, i hope it's soul soothing and healing.

[faithinlouisfuture]

Remember that one time Louis told to an interviewer his guilty pleasure was probably ABBA because “his friend” (Oli) like them and he listened to Chiquitita all the time??? Can you imagine Oli singing that song to Louis when he can’t sleep or when he’s sad or stressed or even when he is happy?? At random times when they’re at home and they’re bored or when Louis is trying to write something new, Oli just sits besides him humming that song and then Louis gets so frustrated because he can’t concentrate and they ended up singing chiquitita and yeah…I’m sad…I’d sell my soul to be in Oli’s place at least one day 🥺

Lol how did I miss this yesterday?!? I was too caught up in the ups and downs of the interview situation. True and constant Oli 🤍

Look at him just chilling with Louis on a yacht! Laughing it up before they board said yacht. Living his best life. Love that for the both of them 🥲

[1ddiscourseoftheday]

Mon 31 May ‘21

Excellent pictures of both Harry and Louis today! Eleanor posted a picture of Louis from the wedding trip- he’s in the car giggling and covering his mouth, such a good one (someone who is presumably Oli is also with them, though only Eleanor is seen carrying out any PA duties, has Oli ever made a coffee run? As if!) And Harry was also seen, also looking like a cutie! He took a fan pic on Saturday- the girls with him said they were “not somewhere where we’d expect to meet him” (looks pretty and rural; Gemma is also somewhere pretty and rural) and that HE asked THEM if they wanted to take a picture. Well and why not when your outfit has so much to say- he was wearing the pink hat AND the blue bandana! Talk about mixed messaging, huh? Pink hats come and go though, while that blue bandana is a constant through the years- still together, still going strong! Nice to see it again, it’s been a minute.

Meanwhile ProjectKMM gave Kill My MInd (and Walls) a bit of a boost but hasn’t yet reached the heights that Project Defenseless did, but are we moving on already? ProjectOTB is beginning (by different people), aiming to boost Only The Brave for Pride month. May all Louis song projects thrive and prosper and if you can’t keep track of which one we’re on, you can’t go wrong by just listening to Walls! No news about Harry’s cosmetics company, but apparently its name (at least for filing purposes) is Pleased As.

“I’m doing great thanks busy busy busy but all good,” said Niall and he IS a busy guy, taking questions and doing interviews and tweeting about golf and that’s just what we SEE! He said things about NH3; “Based on the last one, I’m about halfway through. It feels really good. It feels like the best stuff I’ve written. I don’t know when I’ll release it, to be honest. I’ll just gonna go with the flow, and hand it in to the label when I’m ready,” and “I’ve grown up a lot and I think you can hear it in the music,” but that he “wouldn’t be able to tell you” the trick to writing a banger, yes yes very funny but of course we know that’s not true! He says the bangers he wishes he’s written are "When The Party's Over by Billie Eilish. I wish I'd written Hallelujah and maybe Hotel California but that's a long stretch," (and Anne Marie says hers is Still by Niall) and about not knowing her before this “the music industry can be quite transient, people have this idea that all famous people are friends, however it is very wrong. You just know we see each other at various awards shows eventually.”

And Liam is posting lots and being chatty about his day; he says he had Bear over and the swimming lessons (mentioned in his video yesterday) are ongoing like… I should have known he had a pool in his house and that’s what he meant when he mentioned teaching Bear to swim and also, I just forget that people have swimming pools in their homes you know?

[lifeofkaze]

Hogwarts Legacy Appreciation Week - Day 6

Valid Males

This is my entry for the sixth day of @endlessly-cursed Hogwarts Legacy Appreciation Week.

Yesterday was all about the Legacy Ladies, today it's about the guys in our (Tumblr) lives. Let's have a look at the only one of my own and one of (way too many of) my favourite other male Legacy OCs!

Henry Lovecraft:

Oh Henry, my seemingly forgotten child. I know it always looks like Henry gets left behind Caro and Selene with one having a wonderful ship and the other just being way too much fun, but that's truly not the case.

His concept was so much fun to come up with, and originally he was supposed to be the brother of Edgar Allen Poe and source of all his dark stories. Alas, EAP was a too old for the Legacy kids so this didn't work out at all. I was ready to forget about him when @the-al-chemist came around (who else, really...) and suggested making him another horror author's brother. I can't even remember who of us came up with H. P. Lovecraft but as soon as it was said, it clicked inside my head and it was decided.

Henry is a quiet person living very much inside his own head. He's not too interested in romantic exploits and much more so in telling other people's love stories. He doesn't like people much and the only reason he gets dragged along by Selene (and Ethel, in consequence) is because she just wouldn't leave him alone once she had decided they were going to be friends.

I don't have much plans for him at Hogwarts (yet) and headcanons about him require loads of work since he is affiliated with a real historic person. But every time I start researching for Henry, I learn so many new things and that is honestly amazing.

He will have a role to play in the story about Selene's time in Egypt and in the third part of the Balance series, but which one that is I won't tell you just yet. All I can say is that I am really, really excited about getting to work with Henry properly 🥰

Oliver Gerard:

Oliver obviously belongs to da wifey @kc-and-co

We all love ourselves a good love story but no one loves them quite as much as the pumpkin pie that is Oliver Gerard.

Oli falls in love more often than the whole rest of Gryffindor House combined in the time between breakfast and lunch. Even though he gets turned down continuously (really, why??) he never loses his trust in finding his one true love, romance, and his soulmate.

His relentless pursuits of happiness - I make it sound as if that's something bad - is a source of constant entertainment for the Gryffindor clique (who are a joy in themselves but this is not about them), and yet he doesn't take their teasing badly.

He's incredibly warm and loving, always caring for the people he loves most. Seeing him interact with his eventual endgame - the wonderful Victoria @whatwouldvalerydo, - and most of all his brother Eliot is such a joy and never fails to warm me from the inside.

Thank you @kc-and-co for giving us Oli, who - if I remember correctly - was originally just meant to be there to upset Eliot, but showed us that if you only believe in yourself hard enough and don't lose faith, you will eventually find what you are looking for and become a fully fledged OC of your own. 💛💙

[matan4il]

I've noticed that in terms of their love interests, we've always seen Eddie confiding in Buck about his, his conversation with Buck about Shannon in the Christmas episode, talking to him about Ana in 3x12 and now 4x06. However, with Buck, we never see him talk to Eddie about his romantic prospects (as far as I can remember). We never see him talk to Eddie about Taylor Kelly, we never see Eddie's reaction/thoughts about his relationship with Ali and never anything about Abby (which is surprising given how significant she was to Buck), in fact Buck actively avoids bringing her up as seen during that hot air balloon rescue in 3x17. Thoughts?

Hi Nonnie and thank you so much for this ask! I think a key element to remember here is that we actually also don’t see Eddie telling Buck about Ana in 312. We learn he must have because Buck spills everything during a call, but we don’t see the convo itself. This and many other examples (like how Eddie is up to date on Buck’s therapy without us seeing Buck telling him about it) lets us know that their communication goes well beyond what we see on screen. We’re led to believe they basically share everything, we just don’t necessarily see it transpire. Similarly, it’s true that in 317 Buck avoided bringing Abby up during a call, but that doesn’t necessarily mean he didn’t confide in Eddie about her off screen. In 318 Eddie is so annoyed and exasperated over Buck being willing to die to keep a promise he made to Abby that it makes me feel there’s a good chance Eddie has heard from Buck about the pain this woman caused him, we just didn’t see it. And I like that we’re told their communication is far deeper and more encompassing than what we see, that it’s been shown that for the most part, what one knows, the other does too. Because that’s very spouse-y, isn’t it? We all would pretty much assume the same for Henren, Bathena, Madney. I hope this answer helps! xoxox

As a disabled person it's kind of really bummed me out to see people ignore Ana's ableism particularly because all the people I see happily embracing her seem to be abled. Anyway I just wanted to say thank you for acknowledging it and mentioning it as something that should be dealt with because it is very important to me and it made me sad to see so many people acting like it doesn't matter

Oh, Nonnie! BIG hugs to you! Yes, her attitude rubbed me the wrong way when I saw ep 312 and I’m glad if mentioning it helped make you feel better. IDK if you’ve read about it here, a few months ago I was hit by a case of constant vertigo, which has been debilitating, and I’ve been dealing with this new disability and sadly, with ableism as well since. I know how much it can hurt. But I wanna encourage you, that people do care! So if it helps, when I watched 312 and was dismayed by it, that was before the vertigo, and I’ve also seen others who have pointed the problem with Ana’s POV as well and I believe most of these people are abled. Tumblr is a very fractured experience, we all only see a fraction of fandom, you know? So I hope it help when I share this and say people do care! For those who haven’t mentioned it after 406 too, it might be that they forgot, not because they don’t care, but because it’s been quite a while since 312. I hope this helps you feel a lot less alone! *more hugs* xoxox

I don’t know if it is just me but Oli/Buck is built like a tank and yet he still has this little pouch of belly which i find SO cute and So real. Do you think eddie Loves it just as much as me? I can imagine him mindlessly rubbing it when they’re Relaxing together or planting soft kisses on it when Buck has a stomachache

Awww, Nonnie! I love this! XD I do believe it’s an Oli thing and that he said something about being in the perfect place [weight wise] as a vegan boy who likes to eat. ;) I love that tummy too, so you’re not alone. And I def think Eddie is in our club as well and enjoys rubbing it. Maybe once or twice, when he was too tired to care, he even put his head down on it and allowed himself to enjoy that softness enough to let go, not really falling into a nap, but hovering on the edge of it, feeling content sipping in that he gets to love this beautifully soft man, it sips down to his very bones. Thank you for sharing, Nonnie! xoxox

[paulgreeneofficial]

Happy Mothers Day to my amazing Aussie @kate.austin.alchemist You have been such an unbelievable rock solid support for Oli & I. Through the best and worst of times. even experiencing being a “single mom” when I go film. You are the most loyal , committed,true,straight, power-house of a woman. Such a beautiful example for Oliver to observe.. zero Victim, grace under pressure, so much laughter, so much joy and constant growth. Thank you for stepping in to Olis life so powerfully, thoughtfully and lovingly. #happymothersday (at Los Angeles, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/COrpRGgHMO3/?igshid=10p9ya077qdxb

[myimaginarywonderland]

My dream FE teams for now

First off, this is more focused on getting competitive teams than the one I would like to see but there is also my personal bias in some.

If someone wants to discuss this feel free and also share your teams!

Audi: Nico Müller and Réne Rast

I feel like this one is pretty self explanatory? Réne (no matter what opinion you might have about him) is an outstanding driver and the fact that he has outscored Lucas, one of the best Formula E drivers, just shows his talent. If they don't take him, they would he stupid. Also, I have heard him giggle today and my opinion changed from "I don't like you" to "I want you to get this seat", so here we are.

I originally wanted to put to Amna Al Qubaisi here as I really want her to be in Formula E ( she has some really impressive records and looks promising and I want to see her true potential someday.) However I think putting her here in the next years would be too early as I think she still needs to get some more experience in order to improve as a complete driver. We know how much of a leap FE is in comparison to other championship so I didn't want to just throw her in here. So, Nico seemed like the best and safest choice for now eventhough I will need him to prove hot show his talent a bit more. With Nico and Réne Audi would be one of the strongest line ups and I am sure that they would be one of the most competitive. I don't entirely want to rule Amna out, let's see how she develops and where she goes so we can compare her performance a bit to Nicos. For now though, Nico and René would be safe and obviously talented choice so I went for them in the end.

BMW: Maximilian Günther and Oliver Turvey.

For sure I would keep Max at BMW. He has a bright future and great potential/talented. I am excited to see him battle more at the front next year.

I really wanted to keep Alex but since my goal was to change basically every line up, I decided not to.

And thus, Oliver Turvey was put here. This is for two reasons. One being, he is a driver with a lot of insight and patience (since he stayed with Nio this long) which could for sure benefit the BMW team and potentially help them figure out the problem they had in the second half (or maybe we just thought they were better than they actually were). The second reason being, that I just want him to get a good car and finally show the potential he has. That man has not had the chance to prove himself for so many seasons which needs to finally end.

This would be the most quiet and shy team on the whole grid but somehow I could actually see this working out in a way.

Techeetah: JEV and Antonio Felix Da Costa

No doubt about this. 100% want to see them go more head to head next year. Probably the current team with the most talent. Also, JEV can never leave Techeetah (or I'll have a breakdown) and Antonio seems like he is really getting along with the team and bringing out the best in JEV. I am excited to see how they push each other in the coming year.

This will not be changed and be the only team that I will keep like this mainly so I I can see how much they actually help be the other be a better and complete driver.

Envision: Robin Frijns and Alice Powell

I want Robin to stay at Envision and have shot at a championship. Also, I feel like he really fits in with the team.

I mean, Alice has had some good performances in here past and since FE is the most competitive grid with the best teams, get her in there asap.

Also, I would really enjoy someone more reserved and quiet next to Robin. I have a feeling they would get along and really help each other develop as drivers.

Dragon: Sergio Sette Camera and Jérôme D'Ambrosio

How hesitant I was to put Jérôme here. I was truly struggling. But I feel like the team need a practiced and capable driver like Jérômeuno to get back on top again. Also, I couldn't just let him go and him going back to the team he started with would be really nice.

Sette Camera has been amazing so far and when I saw how happy he was to get this chance and how much he wanted to stay I knew I had to give him a place here. I also feel like he has really gotten how the Dragon car works so that's just another bonus.

Mahindra: Daniel Abt and Alex Lynn

This would be my favourite line up, ever.

Daniel is one of the drivers that has been on the grid the longest and he deserves a seat in a front running team. Also, I feel like this would be the perfect team for him. A family atmosphere, people that appreciate him and a team where he isn't automatically second driver (I might he pissed about this but I definitely get why Audi did it. This is not to say that he was always restricted in his driving, he definitely had races where he was great but I feel like being in a team where he isn't seen as second driver or the son of the owner could truly make people realise that he is a talented driver by himself without any relations.) Let's see how well he does when he has to prove himself. l know he might not be the best driver but he for sure is consistent and has some great results. That consistency and experience could really help Mahindra get back on top since this year they were nowhere near the front.

Alex I really want to stay here for next year. He has had amazing qualifyings and I feel like he has also shown his race peace this year. Give him a chance in a good team.

And besides, if there is a team that I will always adore it is Mahindra. The family atmosphere, pure emotions and happiness as wells as passion that they have and that Dillbagh brings to this team is just incredible. And pair that with Daniel's friendly character and Alex's joy when being in FE and you could have to most happy team in the grid.

Mercedes: Stoffel Vandoorne and Nyck De Vries

This might be the other line up I want to keep. Purely because Mercedes is truly becoming more and more competitive and the pace they have is also quite good.

Stoffels win proved this and then Nyck second place further added to this.

And I am so excited to see what Nyck can do as he has had amazing qualifying results and showed that he isn't afraid to make a move. This duo is not only cute and they genuinely get along really well but they could also push each other. And let Stoffel have competitive car.

Nio: Sam Bird and Alex Sims

Listen. I didn't originally want to do this. But then again, this team deserves something. And I think that something could clearly be there if they had this duo. Sam brings the skill, the knowledge that could help them improve and together with Alex I actually think they could help the team get better. Also, I didn't have the heart to let Sam go yet. The more I think about it, this would actually be beneficial to the team. A knowledgeable drivers as well as one that brings patience and the necessary skills for development. I think if a duo could help this team it would be these two. Also? I would really like to see them as team mates? It could totally work out but also not. I think this team needs a total change which both Alex and Sam would be.

Nissan: Oliver Rowland and Sebastian Buemi

This will be the last team I keep like they were.

Why would I change it? Oli and Seb get along so well and truly bring the team forward. Another bonus is that both are really talented and Oli is not afraid to make moves as well as challenge Seb which he is able to because he is really talented and great driver. He is truly an aggressive driver (in a good way) which Nico never was so Seb did not have any that really threatened his position which Oli is able to.

And they both are in the mix for podiums as well as wins (Oli's win this season was incredible and frankly showed why they choose him in the first place.)

Also, I didn't know who else to put in this team next to Oli and I can't see Seb leaving them somehow. He has been with them since season 1 and they have done so much together, so the only instance in which he would leave them would in my opinion to retire which is still way too early. He is one of the best if not the best driver and still as good as ever. The car was lacking but I think that during the break they caught up to the others and will be on their level next year.

Jaguar: Mitch Evans and Sascha Fenestraz

Mitch is pretty obvious. That man has some serious pace and is a competitor through and through. He is also the one that (in my opinion) brought Jaguar to the position they are in right now. Next season (if they have the constant pace to be a challenger) he will for sure be a threat.

And Sascha has had such a good junior career I don't know why he isn't in a higher series. Get this boy a seat somewhere. And where better than the most competitive, hardest and crazy series than FE? I am excited to see what he does in the future and I would love him to get a seat here someday.

Porsche: Pascal Wehrlein and André Lotterer

I mean, who wouldn't want that? And we even got it, hell yeah.

André is really great at Porsche and I think if they develop more, they could for sure be a competitor. From the driver he was at Techeetah, either crashing/being out of the race or getting a podium to the driver he is now, consistently getting points and also good results, he has truly progressed and also understood FE more.

I feel like both of them fit into the Porsche brand (the one I have in my head being drive fast and be pretty) and I am so excited to see the content and racing they will provide next year. Probably the team I am most looking to.

I want Pascal here because since his rookie season he has been impressive but I feel like there was always something lacking (on the cars he drove) and that something could definitely be found here.

Venturi: Edoardo Mortara and Neel Jani

Hear me out everyone. Edo for sure has to stay at Venturi because this is where he belongs. I can't really explain it but I think he perfectly is the lead driver of the team and he has proven again and again that even if the car is not that good, he can perform in it. I don't want to see him anywhere else because I feel like he has a connection to the team (his crying because he couldn't win for them being one example) that will even be stronger if they are more competitive.

As for Neel, I have got to say and the beginning of the season I didn't really care for him and probably wouldn't have given him a place here but the way he just got on it at the end of the season really convinced me otherwise. He was struggling but something just clicked and I think that in his second season he could show that he has understood the racing and pull out some great results. And where else than in Venturi? I think he could benefit from having Edo as a teammate as Edo has a lot of experience and could probably help him become a fuller driver.

Also, I feel like having this driver line up could push Venturi as a whole to become the competitor everyone always thought they were.

[justaghostingon]

9+1 Gyrus Birthdays

To celebrate the birthday of a very special boy.

1

Gyrus’s first birthday in the Room of Swords passed with little fanfare. He, Don, and Cib were all too wrapped up making the Room of Swords up into a functional home, and between the additional harvesting of food and planning future expeditions, there just wasn’t time to think about things like anaversaries. The entirety of the celebration consisted of Don saying, “aren’t you twenty one now?” And Gyrus realizing that he was right.

He didn’t remember telling Don when his birthday was, but at that moment he was to tired and stressed to care.

2

Gyrus’s second birthday was spent on a mission. The storm was raging so fiercely that he’d been certain they’d all fall into the water and drown. But they couldn’t stop, not when two new people lay trapped against the rocks. A giant wave rose above Gyrus’ head and all he had time to think was, ‘21 is to young to die’ before it had swept his feet out from under him. As the water swirled around him, he reached out and grabbed a rock near Don, anchoring himself with his power.

Then Cib had appeared like a goddess of legend and rescued not only the two in peril, but also Don and Gyrus from the stormy seas. As Gyrus squeezed the water from his hair, he realized that he had being wrong. He wasn’t 21, he was 22 today.

But the two rookies were beginning to ask questions, and so Gyrus pushed it aside to think about later.

3

When Gyrus turned 23, Cib ambushed him in the halls. “It’s your birthday,” she as Ragan stood behind her, arms crossed. “You can’t spend all day working. We need to celebrate!”

Ragan nodded like this made perfect sense, and Gyrus wondered if they even had birthdays in the viking days, or if she was just going along with it because of her rather obvious crush on Cib.

“It’s not a big deal,” he shrugged. “Besides, my work is important. The less time we have to spend worrying about food and other necessities, the more time we have to put towards missions.

“That’s what I thought you’d say.” Cib smiled, and for a second Gyrus thought he’d won. “Grab him Ragan! He’s sitting through an honorary theatre preformance whether he likes it or not!”

Gyrus had tried to protest, but it hadn’t done any good, Ragan grabbed him in a headlock and dragged him forcefully over to a makeshift stage, were Don was already waiting with the guitar, an amused smile on his face. Gyrus tried to glare, but he couldn’t quite bring himself to ruin their mood.

4

This time, Gyrus was prepared. The mission would be longer than he told Cib and Don, not to much longer so that their supplies wouldn’t run out, but long enough that it would conveniently end right after his 24th birthday.

It worked too, thanks in large part to one of the rookies falling in the frozen lake. As be breathed air into the kids lungs, he realized in a distant way that it was his birthday today, and he really didn’t want someone to die on his birthday. Maybe there was some value in having them in the Room of Swords like Cib insisted. Even if he did have to put up with Ragan’s terrible attempts at singing.

The kid gave a violent cough and rolled to his side, water streaming from his mouth. Gyrus placed gentle hands on his shoulders, muttering platitudes and comfort. Inside his heart soared with the relief. ‘My birthday present,’ a part of him thought, ‘is that you lived today.’

“What’s your name kid?” He asked as the boy managed to drag himself to his hands and knees.

Two blue eyes met his. “Kodya,” he whispered.

5

Gyrus never told Kodya his birthday, so when the kid led him to a table containing a haphazardly designed cake, he felt irrationally betrayed. “Me and Neph made it ourselves,” he said as he awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck, “to thank you for saving us exactly one year ago.”

Gyrus’ shoulders relaxed slightly at the words. It wasn’t uncommon for rookies to count the days since their arrival. It was dumb luck then, that the day coincided with Gyrus’ 25th birthday. But still, he eyed the lopsided cake dubiously. “How much of our rations went into making this?”

“We didn’t take anything that wasn’t ours,” Kodya crossed his arms, a note of defiance in his voice, like he thought that somehow made this better.

“I am not eating all your rations, Kid.” Gyrus sighed. “We divided the nuitrients for a reason.” And then, because Kodya looks so absolutely devastated he added, “Besides, if you want to be my apprentice, you’ve got to keep up your strength.”

“Really?” Kodya lit up, practically bouncing on he toes. “You’ll take me on?”

“Sure,” Gyrus hid a smile, he’d been meaning to take the kid on for a while now, so it might as well be today, before the kid tried something even more drastic to get his attention. “Now help me divide these rations again before...” the door swung open as Cib marched in with a huge grin, Ragan and Nephthys on her heels.

“So I heard your birthday present baked you a birthday cake?” Cib crowed, and Gyrus regretted ever mentioning that little fact to her. It had seemed like a wonderful side step at the time to claim that the two safe rookies were all he needed and she really didn’t need to throw him a belated party, but she now seemed to take pride in taking it completely out of context.

“Birthday?” Kodya looked at him, eyes wide and confused. Gyrus bit back a curse.

6

Gyrus turns 26 at midnight, jolted awake from another nightmare. He tries to quell his fear, but the constant banging in his head makes every shadow seem like the real deal.

Eventually he gives up and takes the now familiar route to Kodya’s room. He barely even had to knock before the door is opened, and Kodya was ushering him safely inside.

He sits on the bed, its to small really for two grown men, but Gyrus doesn’t mind. He’s safe here, leaning against Kodya’s warm side, hands interrwined. Kodya’s magic courses through him, warm and comforting as Kodya himself, and Gyrus felt a wave of tiredness rush over him.

He leaned heavily against Kodya, soaking in more of his warmth. From so close he can see bags under Kodya’s eyes, and a shred of worry slips past the haze of peace. He doesn’t want Kodya to sacrifice his own mental health while waiting for him to inevitably come crawling back at night.

“You should come and live with me,” he murmured, filter gone under the soothing spell. “That way you could get some sleep instead of waiting all night for me.”

Kodya gave a sharp intake of breath, and if Gyrus wasn’t so sedated, he’d probably be mortified. But right now the warmth and trust twined together to smother any fear.

“Yes.” Gyrus blinked, to see Kodya’s face inches from his own. Kodya’s lips twitched into a smile. “Someone’s gotta watch your back.”

“Looks like you’re stuck with it,” he said a he settled back against Kodya’s shoulder.

Just as he began to drift off, he could have sworn he heard Kodya whisper, “happy birthday.”

7

When Gyrus turned 27, all he wanted to do is spend the whole day with Kodya. They’d been a couple for a few months now and he wanted to do something special, just the two of them. Unfortunately fate had other plans, as no sooner had they exited their room than Cib ambushed them with a smile.

“No escape for you this time,” she giggled as Kodya, that traitor, touched his shoulder, paralizing him from behind. “You’re going to have a nice birthday breakfast and you’re going to love it!”

“Why?” Gyrus whispered as Ragan picked him up, dragging him towards the dining room. 

“Don’t be so dramatic,” Kodya rolled his eyes as he continued to keep one hand on Gyrus’ arm at all times. “This is good for moral.” 

The dining room is covered in bright colored ribbons and the strange conical hats that Cib insisted were necessary for the perfect party. A scream of “Happy Birthday!” met his arrival, and everyone pushed forward to bid the captive Gyrus their well wishes for his health.

Gyrus smiled and nodded and tried to look as gracious about all the attention as anyone who was hanging like a sack of potatoes over a Norse giant’s shoulder could look. But he was more than a little relieved when Kodya finally ordered everyone away and Ragan lowered into his seat.

The table is covered with all types of food, from scrambled eggs to Mandu to dishes even Gyrus didn’t know. It looks delicious, and Gyrus feels his mouth start watering as he stared down at it. It was amazing really, how much times had changed. He could remember not that long ago when this would have been all their food for a week.

Noticing his hesitation, Kodya nudged him in the shoulder. “Eat up,” he said. “We have Oli now, remember? You don’t have to feel guilty about eating someone else’s rations.” Which was true enough. Gyrus took a bite of the Mandu and closed his eyes as the familiar taste mouth. He saw Oli watching him and gave him an appreciative smile. 

“Speaking of rations,” Cib started and Gyrus froze. “Remember that one time Kodya tried to make him a birthday cake from his?”

“Really?” Oli asked, looking intrigued. 

“It wasn’t a birthday cake,” Kodya protested, but Cib shook her head.

“That makes it even funnier!” She cried. Kodya scowled, and the two began to recount the tale, as the others watched on in fascination. Gyrus looked around the room at everyone’s smiling faces as the did so. And for the first time he felt he had something worth celebrating.

8

Gyrus’ 28th birthday found him on the ship, clutching Nephthys’ jewel to his chest. He’d left the Room of Swords days ago, and between the physical toll of de-shadowing Hinju and the mental stress of leaving everyone he loved with Don, he barely even realized the date.

He wondered, in a distant, foggy way, if Cib would still have thrown him a birthday party, if he’d succeeded in killing Don. Maybe she would have, or maybe she’d revile him as a monster like she did now. Like everyone did. He buried his head in his hands.

There was one person who might be willing to hear him out. He raised his head slightly at the thought. Kodya. A small smile tugged at his lips. This would be so much easier to bear if Kodya was here with him, to tell him off or offer comfort, either would be preferable if it meant having him here. 

The glow of the crystal caught his eye, and a thought passed his mind. Why couldn’t he go and see Kodya? The crystal was technically only supposed to be used for important things, but gaining a new member, that was important. His fist tightened around it.

The visions that danced through his mind were confusing and symbolic, but one thing was clear. He could visit Kodya one more time. Gyrus felt his lips pull into a proper smile as he teleported into their room to wait. 

After all, what better way to spend his birthday than to see his favorite person?

9

Gyrus turned 29 with a sword to his throat and shadows swirling around him. It was ironic really, and he couldn’t help but laugh. “I didn’t think you had it in you,” he said to Kodya, whose life had been his birthday present, whose hands had been his death.

Kodya stared back, defiance mixing with tears. His face was the last thing Gyrus saw before the end.

0

Gyrus woke up under a strange sun, disoriented and confused. He checked his monitor, at Scouts prodding, to see he had only a few hours of air left. His eyes land on the date in the corner, and he absently notes it’s his birthday.

[nikonothere]

Favorite thing about each Rammstein member? :)

*cracks knuckles*

WELL LET ME TELL YOU

1. Till: I love the man's eyes. They're down-turned, hooded, slightly sad and an absolutely beautiful tint of green. They're wildly emotional when he wants to show emotion, that is. I just love those eyes.

2. Paul: his happy smile is to die for. The man never seems to be genuinely unhappy, either, so we're blessed with his true smile on a near constant basis. It's amazing and I love it.

3. Richard: his outfits! It's hard to pick one thing about any of them, and I feel bad when I choose something superficial like clothing (just know I appreciate them as people so much more). But holy damn can the man dress in black, red, and belts and make the world's head turn. The red on his shoulders, hair part, his triple belts that sagged on his hip, the black leather tops: the man is a clothing inspiration.

4. Oli: his collected stage presence. As someone who gets the jitters when I play bass, seeing how strongly confident he is onstage is incredible to me. He ALWAYS looks so calm onstage and sure of himself, even in ridiculous costumes (looking at you, body doily).

5. Schneider: this is a tough one to choose, but I love how expressive he is while drumming. Some drummers are either blank or one-sided as far as their expressions go, but Schneider is always entertaining to watch, not to mention a phenomenal drummer <3 he always seems to mix it up as he plays, and it seems to be because he's just straight up having fun.

6. Flake: his *sass.* The man is an avalanche of dry, sassy humor and I cannot get enough if it. Though I'm working on translating it myself, I cannot wait for the official English translation of his book to come out, and just saying-- I would do terrible, TERRIBLE things for him to read an audiobook version in English.

[heeres-suffering]

Be More Alluring: a Personality Swap AU

[pic description and source will be at the bottom of this post, under the read more]

Start of summary:

“You need to be more alluring.”

"... don’t you mean attractive?”

“I do not. Your attractiveness is adequate, Brooke; if you want to mask your apparently latent queerness, you have to make them want you straight. Isn’t that why your step-father defended you?” 

Brooke Lohst is a loser.

But you know what? That was okay.

She always knew she was a weird one. The intensity of her affection for puppies, picture books, and near-constant daydreaming has lasted well-past a normalcy she can’t seem to grasp; when coupled with her inability to befriend anyone (besides the similarly self-identified loser Michael Mell), it’s not a surprise the rest of her peers have left her behind.

However, there were... ah, worse things in her life to worry about then some mild bullying. She liked her passion well enough, and all of her true insecurities went largely unnoticed, so any insults or weird looks rarely lingered in her mind. It’s not like she was a constant target either, which helped a lot. All in all, she just planned to hunker down, wait out the awkwardness of High School like everyone else, and move on to the rest of her life... 

Except.

When Brooke develops a crush on a girl she’s never talked to, after years of avoiding fairy tale romance and trying not to think about the inevitability of marriage (or how finicky her attraction to boys is in the first place), it feels like her whole world is about to cave in. She’d do anything to make sure her parents, especially daddy, never find out... including buying an edible super computer from the loudest, tiniest guy in school.

End of summary.

Alright!

Hi, hello, it’s Mod Seb, and here’s an AU I’ve been rolling around for a few days! You are free to do with this concept whatever you want, but I wanted to introduce it with a good chunk of the info I’ve already worked out in my head.

So. As the CWs are... too numerous, I’m going to go with a blanket “Dead Dove: Do Not Eat” label and encourage you not to read the rest of this if you have any big darkfic triggers that could be upset by mere mention; this isn’t a fic tho, so descriptions of anything awful won’t last long. 

Although, I will mention upfront that Brooke isn’t a binary lesbian. I know the description might read like I’m setting her up to be 100% homosexual; she’s bi with a strong preference for girls, and anyone who presents soft enough in gender or appearance. If it wasn’t for the end-game pairings, her unfamiliarity with smaller details/history of the LGBTQ+ community, and general “gay newb” status, she’d likely ID as a bi lesbian!

(ships and everything else under the Read More)

Okay. That out of the way, there’s quite a number of pairings; I’m pretty sure it’s a super polyamorous and sexual AU, though you’re free to change this list as much as you’d like:

[bolded are end-game ships. italics physically hook up at least once. strike-through means they were in a relationship but break-up in some way before the ending. (H) stands for healthy, while (T) is toxic and/or noncon. underlined characters are pining for the other and may never confess their true feelings]

Brooke/Christine (H), Brooke/Rich (H), Brooke/Jenna (H), Brooke/Michael (H), Brooke/Chloe (T), Brooke/her Daddy (T), Brooke/Squip (H), Brooke/Jeremy (soft T at first bc of mirrored canon-compliant manipulation, H later on), Brooke/Squip/Jeremy (H), Brooke/Squip/Jeremy/Rich (H), Rich/Moses (H), [insert every form of Rich/Mo/Squip/Jeremy here] (H), Jeremy/Chloe (T), Jeremy/Michael (H), Michael/Christine (H), Michael/Christine/Mr. Heere (H; no, seriously), Madeline/Brooke (H)

This is, of course, a role swap AU where Brooke and Jeremy trade places based on my personal lore for their home lives. I always have some pretty fucked ideas as I don’t imagine MB is a great place with great adults, and I pick and choose which parts of canons I use and which I don’t. 

There is no definite ending planned in mind as this isn’t an outline; it’s meta (or an imagine or w/e) for an AU that you’re free to do whatever with. 

So,

The big difference is that Brooke was picked by Michael, while Jeremy was picked by Chloe. Jeremy is trans and hadn’t come out yet; if Chloe had known he was a boy, she wouldn’t have grabbed him. In contrast, Michael’s never gave a shit about potential friends genders.

Jer and B’s personalities... are altered some. Not ALL the way, but kiiinda fusing into their roles, kinda tweaked (I'll get back to that).

The main point of this for me was Brooke/Squip/Jeremy, with B/Jer having a MUCH stronger focus than in canon, and a really bad Chloe acting as one of the major villains.

Michael gets roped into Chloe’s shit, even tho he's still generally a good guy here, bc he's worried about B and thinks she can't properly take care of herself.

While B DOES have a strong crush on Christine, she’s the opposite of the Squip’s “goal”; that’s (obvs) masking, or making passably digestible, her queerness.

Her Mom and step-’Daddy’ have reacted to her friendship w/ ‘openly gay moms, also very flamboyant and GNC’ Michael... poorly.

Michael thinks the solution has to be “act as aggressively yourself as you can, and if they reject you, you know me and the mom’s have a space for you”. This works for him bc he’s permanently hyper-visible, what with all of his own marginalized identities. But, not only has she flied under the radar in comparison to him for years, he doesn’t know everything about her life.

In fact, he doesn’t know most of it. She’s very good at hiding things.

Meanwhile, Jeremy, one of the more popular ‘boy... ish’ (we’ll get to this, too) people in school, is mid-psychosis and self-destruction. He actually has schizo-affective disorder--as is the case with all of my versions of Jeremy--which he needs medication for. Combined that with so many bad influences and trauma, he can no longer fully control himself or his life.

The way he handles this (badly) is to ‘whore around’--which, besides being Chloe’s pet, is kinda why he’s so popular. Nobody respects him, but he’s viewed some form of favorably.

Jeremy is in a relationship with Rich, but he won't let him get as close/protective as Rich wants; Mo and Rich were doing their own man-whoring (but healthy, just droppin’ panties and making dudes and chicks swoon--yeah, Rich is out as bisexual, this is a very ‘the Squips are a good thing’ AU) to gain their standard reputation, but in the course of that, they got together with Jeremy and it became... complicated. Both of them are very "nnn" about how bad his life is for Jer.

The way that their personalities are altered is... okay. To explain this, I have to talk about my characterization of canon-Brooke and Jeremy in relation to this, starting with Brooke:

I imagine B as just a liiittle below the line of "all the way there" for sorta-similar reasons to Jeremy here: trauma, and Chloe (which is why that’s what Jeremy gets in this, it’s just WAY worse when compounded by everything else). She’s also--like me, and like almost every character I write as a result--autistic, in a near-permanent state of “not enough accommodations” and over-stimulation. This leads to a lot of dissociation and a very wandering mind, as well as being perceived as a bimbo or dumb blonde or w/e misogynistic bullshit is projected onto her by the boys she dates (she’s also much more down the middle bi outside this AU).

So, going back to how she is for this AU: she's actually not super nerdy, despite the close connection she and Michael have. Honestly, it’s their general neurodivergent weirdness that bring them together, and so she’s mostly adopted her nerdy interests through him, whether directly a thing he likes, or finding a whimsical variant that fits her tastes.

Obviously, unlike Jeremy, she doesn’t mind being called a loser. She does any insinuation she might be queer. This including anyone who calls her gay or a dyke.

She has too much Cis Male Trauma (unlike canon, where it comes from both cis angles) to really entertain the idea of a Traditionally Male Partner. This means she skews HEAVILY towards hard GNC guys at the very least, and generally finds herself most interested in the idea of enbies and women. she's also not super into butches tho, bc her trauma mixing with her sexuality has latched on to Strong Masc People Are A Threat. 

An expansion on her interests, in canon and otherwise: animals, ASMR/sensual service work (including massages and stuff), spending hours just sorta sitting by herself and letting her imagination wander, fairy tales, and YA-and-under fantasy books.

(Here, she tries to avoid het or f/f romance... except that, this past year or two, she’s started really like m/m stuff--esp after getting REALLY into drag shows, which she could enjoy safely since girls like Chloe have gotten into them too; in canon, she’s a romance fanatic)

Now... this is one of the really darkfic element; she's fucking her step-dad. 

She does this so that he doesn't walk out on her, her mom, and her little sister*. Her mom has a good-enough job as a standard office woman, but he makes enough to pay the rent on their nice townhouse and all the bills she can’t. So, after he expressed interest in Brooke and then casually mentioned he could always just leave if she wasn’t comfortable, she reluctantly entered a relationship with him

(* = her sister is currently know as her brother; he’s like 12 or 13, and started showing signs of trans/queerness which have been Heavily Discouraged. Brooke worries about him a lot)

((I didn’t use she/her pronouns bc I’m not entirely sure he would change them? This is an OC Oli created at the beginning of our interest in BMC, and we haven’t worked on him at all since, so how his characterization will be is up in the air))

Canonically, Brooke's "in love" with her daddy, which is a self-imposed delusion; if she actually addressed it, she’d says she’s well aware that’s not true, but it's so much easier to pretend when you’re cornered like that. Brooke’s life blows.

She’s a lot more honest to herself about hating him here; still, she tries to be as polite and generally-friendly as she can, doing what he says whenever he wants.

OKAY, THAT’S BROOKE. If any of that is badly described or potentially-offensive, it’s just bc I glossed over SO MUCH DETAIL, even in that amount of it!

So. Jeremy.

I don’t have to go over him much and we’re all mostly aware of how I feel about him and also I don’t have the energy to do this again--

(just... read my fics The Devil at your Door or hello yesterday or something... eyyy actually do that, my ao3 username is Sedusa, blah blah blah ANYWAY)

--but basically: He's still very nerdy, like, he’s super into film as well as video games (which is another constant for me), but after being largely ignored in elementary, he's been trailing behind Chloe at her orders since they were in 6th grade. As a result he isn't very open about... any of his interests.

In 7th grade, he came out as trans to everyone. Chloe was furious, but at the same time, intrigued; this was around the time Chloe gets her own... ah shit I gotta go into that too--

--yet another hc of mine is that Chloe gets a Squip on accident around this time at a party (there was one in a “”candy bowl””), and from there, she claws her way up the ladder. I... will not go into that much, but her Squip was crippled by the drugs and alcohol in her system, and therefore largely at her mercy. She’s used his power to manipulate certain things about herself and to sharpen her focus on popularity to the point she’s full-blown Alpha Bitch.

Man, I’ve had to go on so many tangents, I apologize.

Anyway, she drags Jeremy around as a punching bag. She constantly mocks Jeremy's transness, even though she usually calls him by his correct name and pronouns.

This has made the rest of the school follow her lead, hence why I said “boy-ish”; he’s popular, he’s technically ‘well liked’, but nobody really takes him seriously. This is compounded by Chloe’s refusal to let him dress in 'dorky' casual clothes, and, as he’s both too poor to afford designer clothes and also generally hates popular guy fashion, he has to wear the hyper femme clothing Chloe specifically tells him too/

As such, people call him a boy but largely see him as either an idiot, a slut, an attention seeker, or all of the above.

So of course, in Brooke's place, his neurodivergence is more prominent than ever; every day he slips further into this psychosis and self-infantilization haze, as his his mom leaving, his dad severely depressed, Chloe's sexual violence, and other repressed trauma (see: my fic hello yesterday on ao3) all weighing on him. This makes him INCREDIBLY regressed, like, all the time by Junior year.

And then Brooke's Squip (IE: canon Squip) falls in love with Jeremy extremely fucking hard. He pushes her to date him as a way to compromise on her queer desires, since Jeremy is technically a boy, and certainly a few other straight-ish girls have hooked up with him in the past.

WHEW. That is a fucking lot. To wrap this up, lemme go over the interpersonal relationships not already mentioned, and what directions I think it takes.

First off, Madeline has a more prominent role, as I quite like her tbh; she’s a sex worker, she has her own Squip, she’s one of Chloe’s most hated enemies, and she gravitates towards both Brooke and Jeremy. She’s also Actually French, Chloe’s just weird.

(Anyway she prolly sees through Brooke’s straight act and asks her why she’s pretending to be a good little cishet. It rattles Brooke.)

Chloe is scum. This bears repeating. She DEFINITELY rapes Brooke at the Halloween party, and becomes obsessed with her, along with already being obsessed with Jeremy and Jake. 

Jake, by the way, has a lot of regressive behavior and impulsiveness bc he’s been in an abusive relationship off and on with Chloe for years now.

Speaking of Jake, moving on to his best bro: Rich doesn’t set himself on fire. He’s having a good time with his Squip.

But.

He IS set on fire at the Halloween party.

Instead of the Smartphone Hour being about Rich's instability, it's actually about the mystery of Someone Did It To Him But No One Saw Who It Was, They Were Disguised.

The answer relates to the fact that Rich and Brooke are ALSO hooking up, after she’s already with Jeremy, bc he Properly introduces her to him and the three of them hit it off really well.

(She initially wasn’t interested, but while Rich is loud and still kinda abrasive, his Squip doesn’t drive him to act like a bully--and in private, his nerdiness is really obvious and he’s extremely gentle with her and Jeremy. Add to that that he’s bi and trans*, when Brooke connects best w/ queer men over cishet one, and it off-sets his masc-ness enough to make him an Exception.

* = I always imagine him as trans. See: all of Vanceypants fics.)

Sooo... the culprit is actually Brooke's daddy, who sees her with this obvious heartthrob and Cannot let that be.

Chloe convinces Michael that the Squips are Very Very Bad and has him team up with her to force Brooke into drinking Red, with the intention to convince him to kill himself after to get him out of the way, bc she’s really going nuts at this point.

Eventually, he snaps out of it when he and Christine get together (he’s thought he was Full Homo all of his life, but Christine’s prolly genderqueer-ness makes him realize “oh shit, I’m bisexual”) and she starts to question why he’s acting the way he is towards Christine.

He also definitely has a crush on Jeremy and during his time with Chloe he kinda tried to flirt a little but couldn’t really... he’s not up for dating someone as sexually active and a push-over as Jeremy is in this.

However, when he snaps out of Chloe’s manipulation, he and Christine approach Mr. Heere to convince him to straighten up and help Jeremy and also bc they really need an adult to successfully fight Chloe.

This requires a month+ of Christine getting him to see her psychiatrist (the one who prescribes her ADHD meds). Jeremy spends the majority of his time staying with Chloe, and very rarely comes home to gather things or to make sure his dad is eating/still alive, as much as he can remember to in his own haze of mental illness. Anyway, point is, he doesn’t know Christine and Michael are there often... not that, in the course of growing close to Mr. H, they both fall for him hard and it becomes one of my stranger OT3s.

(God, Jeremy goes through a lot of shit in this, tho.)

Pre-Squip, Jenna was kinda-sorta Brooke’s friend--or, well, friendly. However, she’s actually full blown “oh my God she’s wonderful” in love with Brooke.

Brooke isn't aware of that, esp since Jenna tries her not to be around her a lot. She's also trying to hide her own queerness, bc she’s a trans woman and she knows Chloe finding that out would be extremely dangerous.

Eventually, Chloe succeeds in making Brooke take the Red months after canon usually ends, w/o Michael’s help. If you’re curious, Red doesn’t affect her normal Squip bc she’s had him too long and a lot of his receptors and stuff are damaged, so it’s the second one she gets in canon that turns off.

This plan backfires, however, as Brooke’s Squip comes back with a physical body w/ help from Rich and also-bodied-now Moses.

With a body, and shenanigans, Mo and Squip take out Brooke’s daddy too. His life insurance more than makes up for the loss of his income, as it’s a sizable amount. Now that Brooke feels more empowered and strong, she overrides her mother’s neglectfulness and takes control of the household w/ her boyfriends*, comes out as queer, helps her sister transition, and begin to heal from all of this trauma.

(* = Rich and Mo move in, as does Jeremy eventually, after graduation; Jeremy gets a psychiatrist and a therapist and prolly has to go through some intense outpatient care and possibly a stay in the hospital, before finally making major breakthroughs and looking like himself again. The five of them are now happy and in love.)

Chloe, after her arm gets twisted by the Squip’s protective presence so thoroughly, gives up on Jeremy and Brooke to focus on Jake. This too gets abandoned when Rich and Mo help him cut her off, and so she stays in her own popularity bubble, bitter, until graduating and going to a community college in a different state.

All in all, things work out well in the end, but getting there is a long, difficult process. This AU fascinates me immensely and feels like a great way to examine some of my really dark headcanons about MB, as I think it’s a town similar to Derry in Stephen King’s IT--as in, just chronically The Worst Place Ever, with this, like, miasma of low-key despair around it. People adjust and don’t question it, which is why so much of BMC is this flippant dark humor in the face of some highly questionable shit.

I’m so sorry this post is so long (I’ll be uploading it to AU under my usual Sedusa account, as metas like this are more than allowed), but I really adore these characters and the way they can be twisted around, so I had a lot to say!

Thank you for reading <3

-mod Seb

image description: virtual-like stairs pointed forward and bathed in neon yellow and blue to represent Brook and Jeremy, which I’ve modified from the original blue-only design.

source: x (link description: a free Wallpaper Flare image that I found off Google Image’s “filtered by ‘labeled and reuse with modification” feature)