#vince noir/richmond avenal

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I lose my mind when characters have neurodivergent traits!!! Especially if the show was made before 2010

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If anyone's reading this - might you possibly send me some inspiration, songs or thoughts? I'm really having a hard time creating.

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i love noel fielding so much

[lesvieuxjoursart]

I just couldn't help myself. It was inevitable.

[kingbonercar]

I’m slowly converting all of my friends into Noel Fielding stans

[bisexual-thoughtss]

Random Question:

If all the characters you write for had a favorite color, what would those color(s) be?👀

This one was fun! I did the characters I’ve already written for, not the whole list of who I would write for if requested, but I can do the rest if that’s what you meant!

Spencer - Purple; like his favorite scarf.

Olivia - Maroon; warm and confident.

Tim- Sage Green; down to earth and loyal.

Peter - Light Blue; charming and friendly.

Stu - Red; fiery and passionate.

Bernard - Dark Velvet Green; like his hat.

Egon - Navy Blue; deep and comforting like his voice.

Richmond - Crimson; spooky and dramatic.

Vince - Sparkles; this would genuinely be his answer if someone asked.

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Noel fielding character sexuality headcanons!

Richmond Avenal:

Amab non-binary (they/them) - Bisexual

Gay posh vampire fits the bill

Vince Noir:

Afab genderfiuld (any pronouns) - Bisexual

Doesn't really mind being called a girl

Thought he was only into girls before they entered the goth scene

Noel (Luxury comedy):

Amab libramasculine (they/he) - Pansexual

No one on this show has a gender (except for dolly and maybe raymond boombox)

Dickie:

Mtf trans woman (she/her) - Unlabelled

Dickie was the only one I got stuck on sexuality wise, I don't know what she'd be into considering the area she's in isn't giving many options

Plus, she needs mad therapy I feel bad for my queen

Noel (Mint royale - Blue):

Ftm trans man (he/him) - Gay-Polyamorous

100% in a poly relationship with the robbers

They give him a cut for t-shots and saving for surgery

Had a punk phase and may or may not still be going through it

Noel (Wuthering Heights):

Mtf trans woman (she/her) - Lesbian

She's really sweet and gets really shy when girls call her pretty

Loves cottagecore and fairycore aesthetics

(I chose to ignore the kiss on the judges cheek for my headcanon)

If there was a spider-verse for noel fielding characters, Wuthering heights and Mint royale would be besties.

Ed Banger:

Cis man (he/him) - Gay

No one remembers Ed but he was the first noel character I ever saw and my life changed forever

He has no personality but is gay cause he's a rock star played by noel so duh

Pete Sweet:

Cis man (he/him) - Bisexual - Polyamorous

Is probably married to stitch like 20 years later

Maybe they added a third to their relationship at one point

I like to imagine that sweet is an au of mighty boosh where everything is the same but no fantasy stuff happens, they just work in a shop and love each other

[starrypawz]

I've randomly had some over analysing thoughts about classifying goth characters in media and essentially I think we can create the following categories

Explicit Goth

This character is described as a goth, (either in universe/character descriptions or word of god) will generally aesthetically be goth, and will often in some way depicted as engaging with the subculture

Examples: Gerard Keay, Sam Manson, The Goth Kids from South Park*, Richmond Avenal, Crimson and Ennui, Gwen, Nemi, Vince Noir**

(*Don't @ me they count ok)

(**Briefly, he still counts)

Implicit Goth/Coded Goth

This character is not described as a goth but is depicted in a way people are like 'This character would be Goth' this includes characters from settings where the Goth subculture doesn't exist

Examples: Death of the Endless, Raven from Teen Titans, Ruby Gloom, Misa Amane*, Nancy Downs, Alice Liddell (American McGee),

(*I am not quite sure if I would pit Misa in Implicit or Resonate I can see either, I would say she belongs here rather than Surface goth or Mislabeled Goth)

Resonate Goth

Potentially a subsection of the Implicit Goth but these are characters that are not described as goths, and likely were not coded as Goths as these characters in some cases pre date the Goth subculture but have resonated with the subculture enough they've been adopted and often are an influence on the subculture

Examples: Lydia Deetz, The Hex Girls, Dracula, The Addams Family, Neo and Trinity, Eric Draven, Jack Skellington,

Surface Goth

These characters often aesthetically look goth and could potentially fall into Implicit or Resonate but often do not have quite enough substance to put them in either section. I think this type tends to pop up a lot in kid's cartoons and sitcoms etc

Examples: Mavis, Laetitia Bowers , Pandora

Mislabeled Goth/Non Specific Alternative

The character is described as a goth either in canon or by fans but doesn't actually quite fit, these characters are often alternative but this is often a case of 'anyone wearing black and kind of moody is a goth obvs' depending on when these characters were created they tend to actually be Emos, this character type also pops up a lot in kid's cartoons and sitcoms

Examples: Gaz (Invader Zim), Robby Valentino, Johnny and Lacie

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Broken Mirrors

Author: Evil_Kingdom

Year: 2010

Rating: PG-13

Pairing: Vince/Richmond

Another Night, Another Bar...

Richmond takes a sip from his drink, some fruity dark red coloured drink, hell if he can remember what the name is. He takes a long gulp, shuttering at the after taste of alcohol. He thinks to himself what a weak man he is, far from what others he works with are like. Even Moss is stronger then him, and to everyone that says a lot.

But I thought you liked Moss?....

I do.

But you know he doesnt like you right?....

I know. No one likes me.

Oh dont be so hard on yourself Richie...

Shut up inner thought. Im tired of you being the only one to talk to.

He shakes his head, believing that maybe going out for a bit of air will be the solution to his problem. He gulped down the rest of his drink, places it carefully on the table, looks a round the room to see people giving him odd and funny looks

See? Maybe if you only dressed like them... maybe the would actually like you...

Not you too inner evil thought. Shut up

Richmond gives his head a big shake, then flattens out his long dark hair back into place. He then takes the steps through the crowd of people dancing irratically to the DJ with the toys up in the booth. He thinks to himself that maybe it was a bad day to come to the bar, a day when there is just too many people around. Not that he really minds that there are people around, it just isnt his type of people, so it makes for more awkward moments.

He instantly feels the cold air wrap around him as he pushes open the door. He cracks a small smile, feeling the comfort of a familiar friend

Hello Wind, nice to feel you again

He leans against the cold wall, closing his eyes for a brief moment, trying to collect all his thoughts and feelings.

Maybe I should just go home... Its not like im going to find anyone tonight.

Maybe you will never find anyone....

I TOLD YOU TO SHUT UP.

He lets out an exasperated cry, slamming his fits beside him into the wall. Tears start to gather in his eyes as he opens them, looking up into the shine of the moon,

It will be ok Richie, it will all work out soon....

Thanks moon, I can always count on you.

Im the Mooonnn....

Looking out onto the darkness of the streets, he sees gaggles of people, all sorts of people, dancing and being happy, drunk and laughing.

Why cant I be like them? Why cant I have some friends?

Richmond sighs again, standing up a bit straighter, rubbing the scratches on his hands.

No need to be sad anymore. Im better then this, I can get through this.

Being depressed just makes you a stereotypical goth Richie...

Thats right inner thought. And I'm not one to be stereotypical.

Pushing off from the wall, brushing his hands softly over his dark red velvet jacket, he gives himself a smile. Tomorrow will be a better night, tomorrow he will find someone to talk to.

Tomorrow tomorrow...

Richmond stares at himself in the mirror, checking every pore on his skin.

Perfect whiteness. Though I could lay off the sun a bit more, then it would be more perfect.

You know its fashionable to have a tan now a days Richie...

I know. But thats not who I am, I am a confident attractive young man.

Just keep telling yourself that....

Shut up inner evil thought. You cannot ruin my mood today. I am going to go out a meet someone. Just you watch me.

Giving himself a big smile, flashing his clean and white teeth, he applies the final stages of his eye makeup, adding a touch of black glitter to the corners of his eyes making his blue eyes sparkle.

Moving to the closet double doors he looks into rows of reds, deep purples and blues, hints of green, and rows upon rows of black. But at the very end, far back in the walk in closet, you can see a hint of his past, 3 normal suits still hang from bar, still unable to give away the last of the past.

He holds onto them thinking one day, one day, he may actually have the want to try them on, try on what he used to be, what it was like to be the cool guy, the guy with talent, friends, and a job that doesn't include staring at flashing buttons in the basement.

As he grabs his favourite creepers, a pair of black spiderweb socks, and a deep purple button up jacket, he sits on his bed and begins to hum a Cure song, one that he cant seem to get out of his head...

Oh please don't ask me who i am

Or when and where my life began

Or why i ended up like this or how

Standing up he brushes himself off and walks out into his hallway, out the front door, and on to the streets. Walking at a slow pace he watches the moon that sits high up into the night sky, surrounded by little stars, faint to see in the brightness of the cities lights. Continuing down the street, turning left, then making a right, he finds himself smack dab in the middle of bar and nightclub alley.

Now which one shall I pray upon tonight... hmmm decisions, decisions.

You make it sound as if you will have people just throwing themselves at you when you enter the doorway, you do know you will probably drink yourself stupid and wander home, just like every weekend.

Shut up inner evil thought. I told you. Tonight is my night. Tonight I will come home victorious. Gotta be confident, show them that Im a great person.

Richmond smiles to himself, confidence beaming through him like a flaming dagger sword from his heart.

And then he sees him.

The perfect figure of a man.

Gleaming black hair, shiny with product, perfect shape and placement

But not a goth.

Richmond gives a questionable look, heart beating faster in his chest.

Well he is a he...right?

That doesn't change anything, Im quite happy with any sexual preference. Not to say i'm not picky, but love is love you know, it doesn't have a gender.

For the first time in his life, his heart beats fast, quickens his pace, and jogs up to the club, slipping through the door, staring at the slight in front of him

Lights gleam from the ceiling, flooding the crowd with different colours, music loudly playing, but not loud enough to destroy eardrums. Not a bad selection of music, thankfully, Richmond hoping that there wouldnt be an idiot DJ tonight. He searches the club trying to find the man with the perfect hair... Bingo. Right next to the bar, sitting alone.

Here's my chance. Don't fuck it up.

He takes a deep breath, straightens out his clothes, fixes his hair, and makes a casual walk towards the bar.

“One cherry vodka sour please.”

He leans on the bar, trying to be casual and confident, thinking to himself that it probably doesn't look the case, but as long as he doesn't look ridiculous, its all that matters.

Well there he is Richie... go for it..

I will I will. Don't pressure me. You know what happens when I get pressured.

You get all clammy and your voice goes all squeaky and then people stare and laugh at you....

Thanks for the reminder asshole.

Richmond turns and glances towards the man. He makes eye contact, seeing full well the man beside him is staring. His face goes pink, but he can't look away...

“Can I help you? Are you starin' at me for a reason?” The dark haired man tilts his head

“Uhh... ummm... no, I was just looking over, sorry to bother you. I don't mean to make any trouble..”

Youre pathetic Richie. What happened to your confidence?...

“I don't mean to be mean, you don't have to get all defensive.” The man gives a small laugh,

“My name is Vince, Vince Noir, you probably heard about me, I am the king of Camden Town”

The man, Vince, flashes one of the most gorgeous smiles he's ever seen, his confidence clears.

“Umm no, sorry, I haven't heard about you...”

But I would love to..

Richie go for it. Give him something else to smile about....

“My name is Richmond, and I would love to find out why everyone knows you”

Richmond tries to give himself a confidence boost, giving a small cheeky smile, turning back to pay the bartender and grab his drink.

“Would you like a drink? My treat?” Richmond glances over Vince, seeing that he chooses the glam rock style, not something he is used to, but man does he make it look hot. He slowly gives him a once over, looking at his tight shiny shirt, trailing down to his black tight pants...

His eyes linger on his bulge, his perfectly pressed bulge against his pants, perfect...

“Oi mate, eyes up here, k love?” Vince flashes a coy smile, giving a small chuckle

He snaps out of his daze, face going red

“Im sorry, I didnt mean to, I mean I wasnt..”

if your face could get any redder, you would be a tomato.

“I'll take you up on your drink offer, a flirtini please, extra sour” Vince motions for him to take a seat beside him, giving him a cheeky grin.

He returns with drinks, placing his preferred drink in front of him, sliding into the booth beside him.

Now what are you going to do Richie? You cant just get him wasted you know

I know that... Im working on it.

“You alright mate? You arent the drug type are you?” Vince tilts his head towards Richmond, catching his eye, “You look a bit spaced out. I hope im not boring you or nothin”

“Oh no, no... no problem. Im just not used to someone being nice to me, usually I get brushed off quick and that is that” Richmond tries to smile it off, like its nothing.

Vince grins, his hand slowly creeping up Richmond's leg, stopping to grab his thigh. “Good. A pretty boy like you wanted to know about me, so heres how it starts”

Popping the cherry from his drink into his mouth he leans over, hand trailing down Richmond's thigh. His mouth getting ever so close, Richmond feeling his alcoholic breath push against his face, heart racing a mile a minute.

This is it. He is actually into me

Richmond leans forward, opening his mouth, tongue flicking forward hitting the cherry stem, before closing the gap with his lips..

Tonight be all i dream

There isn't any yesterday

Tomorrow starts a day away

This here and now with you is how

Always should always be

This

Here and now

With you

[kissmyhandcallmedarling]

creature of the night

dickie x gn!reader ( s m u t )

notes:

tw: contains smut + vulgar language

i love dickie so much, like he deserved so much better an ending than he got! his story is tragic :’(

idk if i’m just really fucked up, but noel is literally so hot playing this character!! like my god!

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"Stop running away in your little pants!"

Your eyes widened as the scene flashed before your very consciousness. A man wearing nothing but a black jockstrap bolted out of the door you stood beside, into the dank, concrete darkness.

"I'll turn you into a fucking glove puppet next time! I'll wear you like a fucking suit!"

The figure appeared from the doorway, thrusting his hips forward as he spoke, cackling to himself. You seemed to go unnoticed by the strange individual you presumed to be the notorious Dickie. They said he was the best in the business... well... if you were into the real weird shit.

Suddenly, his gaze was fixed on you, his expression almost... warm and... inviting...

"Oh hello," he spoke. The words rolled off his tongue like treacle; a complete juxtaposition to the savage you'd witnessed a few moments in the past. "You're next are you?"

You nodded, trying to get your head around the unpredictability of the... man?

"And what's your name, my sweet? I like to know the name of my clients before I ABSOLUTELY FUCKING REARRANGE THEIR GUTS!" His sudden change of attitude gave you a start.

"Oh, forgive me, dear," his voice returned to a reasonable volume, taking your hand in his, placing a kiss on your knuckles in a gentlemanly manner. "Now. What is your name?"

"Y/n."

"Hmm, what a gorgeous name." He hummed. "Now, let's have a look at you. Show me your belly button, come on. Your little tummy-tum-tum."

You did as he wished, lifting your skirt up to your underbust, revealing not only your navel but your legs and crotch, embellished with white fishnets, and a lacey garter straining tightly around your left thigh.

Dickie lacked the effort to suppress his groan, thick in his throat. "Oh god."

You bit your lip and dropped your skirt back down, meeting his lascivious gaze.

"Oh, you are so pretty. So dainty, and pretty. Like a little daisy. Little daisy child. All soft and FUCKING SICKLY!! LIKE FUCKING CANDYFLOSS THAT'S BEEN LEFT OUT ALL DAY IN THE SUN! ABANDONED BY SOME LITTLE CHILD!!" You watched the insanity ebb and flow through his irises, as icy blue as fresh cobalt, matching that of the wavering tone of his voice.

"My sweet one," Dickie had snaked his arm around your waist, his demurity having resurfaced. "Venture into my den with me. And we can have some fun. You and me. What do you say to that, hmm, darling?"

He escorted you through the dingy doorway, entering a room enlightened by pink neon light, slamming the door behind him. Your eyes darted about the room, taking in the surroundings. Brightly coloured tiled walls, on which a plastic telephone was mounted; a children's play table currently housing a pile of powered narcotics; an array of painted rainbows and stars; various handrails attached to the walls, of which's purpose you had a hunch. You were about to seat yourself on a daggy plastic chair, pondering, before he stopped you.

"No, don't sit there." Instead, he gestured to an elaborately decorated four-poster bed, embellished in rococo linens and gold features, a right contrast to the seemingly child-like decor of the opposite end of the room. "Those chairs are for my boys. My little children. Those FUCKING DISGUSTING PRICKS! You're far too decent for the chair. Instead, why not make yourself comfortable on the bed, my little slut. My little whore." Dickie had grasped your shoulders from behind. "Even though you're paying me. OH FUCK! THAT MAKES ME THE SLUT! I'M A FUCKING PROSSY! A PROSTITUTE! WHAT WOULD MY MOTHER SAY! WHAT WOULD SHE THINK OF ME!!!"

"Do I pay upfront?" You queried blankly, as though it was a common occurrence for you to pay for the pleasure of this man's company. You revealed a wad of cash, handing it to him.

"Ah, perfect. Thanks for that." He was instantly pulled from his outburst, accepting your payment. "Now, then," Dickie slithered around to face you, allowing his eyes to slowly drop, as though analyzing how best to tackle you. "Let's party."

And he kissed you. Your lips mingled, your respective lip colours merging to form one dark shade of mauve. Your hands instinctively found his cheeks, his cheekbones, defined by the strips of sellotape he'd forgotten to remove when contouring his face. His gloved hand gently lifted your skirt, gripping your buttocks. But instead of venturing where you thought it would go, his hand progressed up your back, as if stroking your vertebrae. His fingers, sandwiched between your skin and dress, danced along your skin, pulling your body closer to his. A heat was growing, deep within your core. A need. A desire. His femininity was tantalizing; his underlying masculinity was grounding. He made your body scream in a way it had never done before.

"Ooh," Dickie extracted his hand from your back, and instead, brought its focus to your lower region. "My sweetheart. You are in for a night to remember."

Your thoughts dwindled away as he continued to pleasure you.

"My god!" You drawled.

"Mmmm. I always desire a good time for my clients." With one swift motion, he had freed you from your clothing, and rid himself of his own, leaving only your fishnets and minimal undergarments. You were both wearing lingerie. "So pretty! So frilly! YOU FUCKING GORGEOUS SLUT, YOU!" His rage mimicked his movements, as he rammed his lips to yours. He trailed his lips down your neck, to your sternum, where he sucked your skin with enough suction to leave a bruise. Dickie then pulled away, his breath heaving. And then he launched into a passionate monologue.

"You know, when the sky is clear, and there is ne'er a cloud in the sky, it means the sun is streaking. Showing off all her gorgeous, firey, curves to the moon. And when the moon is dark and only half showing, it is because he is hiding. He is hiding because he's touching himself. Touching himself to the sun's sensuality. She makes him trés exitée, mon cherie." Dickie crawled above you once more. He smelled of pink roses, candyfloss, and aftershave. He took your hand in his and stroked it along his jawline. His visage was clean-cut and defined, and it made your insides positively flutter.

"And tonight," You bit your tongue, anticipating the sensation, as he slowly lowered his hips until he was pressed firmly against you. "I shall be your sun. I'll make you feel shameful of how you feel towards me." He spoke through gritted teeth. Suddenly, he thrust his crotch into yours, harshly, with aggression, forcing a pleasurable mewl to escape your lips. "Now that's more fucking like it, darling."

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"Fuuuck." Dickie drawled. "Oooh! You feel so GOOD!"

Every thrust brought you closer to climax, as his pace quickened. Dickie brought his face back down to yours and kissed your lips with hunger. You buckled your hips and tangled your fingers in his hair. You felt a drip on your cheek, and realised he had begun to cry. 

"Oh," his teeth gritted, tears streaming down his face. "It's just you're being such a good child for Uncle Dickie! Such a FUCKING GOOD LITTLE ONE!" 

His speed increased, as the pair of you grew impatient.

So close now.

With one final thrust, you felt yourself tumble down a rabbit hole of pure, utter ecstasy.

Until the waves rippled out. 

And you were brought back to the moment.

ReIease.

What a ride. Literally.

Dickie collapsed back onto the headboard, expelling a groan. He proceeded to light a cigarette, taking a long drag before holding it up to your lips. You accepted, still catching your breath.

You sighed. "My dear, Dickie," He turned to face you. "I think I'll have to pay you visits more often."

"I'm not objecting, sweetie." He unexpectedly kissed you, before snatching back his cigarette and letting out a cackle. "To be frank with you, I quite enjoyed that. Tell you what? Next one's on the house."

"Is that discount redeemable straight away?" You winked.

That psychotic grin spread across his face. "Of course, darling."

[boy-is-a-bloody-mess]

”i do swing. both ways, but i’m not feeling It with you.”

yes, i’m a boosh fan now. yes, this blog’s going to become multifandom

[blackaproncraft]

Let's make one thing clear: every damn day.

[heckoffmate]

Just remembered that Richmond from The IT Crowd canonically had sex with both a man and a woman, so whoop, I guess that's another bi character Noel's played.

[sidbranikov]

Why do they look like they all individually raided Noel Fielding’s wardrobe

My fav thing about The Damned is how they look like members of 4 completely unrelated bands who accidentally walked in on the same photoshoot

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New Boosh/IT Crowd ficlet is up. 

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Characters I Write For!

This definitely isn't a definitive list, if you've got a request for a character that's not on here, feel free to ask!!

X Reader;

BBC Ghosts; Humphrey Bone, Thomas Thorne, Robin, Kitty

The Band Ghost; Mountain, Dewdrop, Swiss, Cirrus, Cumulus

Criminal Minds; Spencer Reid, Emily Prentiss, Penelope Garcia, Tara Lewis

Law and Order SVU; Olivia Benson, Sonny Carisi, Rafael Barba, Casey Novak

Friends; Chandler Bing, Monica Geller

Harry Potter; George Weasley, Remus Lupin

Senseless; Tim LaFlour

Scream; Stu Macher

IT Crowd; Richmond Avenal

The Mighty Boosh; Vince Noir

911; Hen Wilson

Spiderman; Peter Parker

The Santa Clause; Bernard the Elf

Ghostbusters; Egon Spengler

Star Trek; Spock

Bridgerton; Benedict Bridgerton

Ships;

Howince - Mighty Boosh

Spirk - Star Trek

Buddie - 911

Reddie - IT