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Entry for 2023 Summer of Giles! | @summerofgiles
Punk scene in the 70s were a hell lot livelier with these two. Yes they live together happily ever after.

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gilesianâ:
Some things were easier said than done, wasnât it? He was bleeding from several places and his head hurt as if a horse had caved his skull in. He could see itâhis brains splattered like crushed watermelon on the pavement. But maybe he was only imagining things. His eyes were closed after all, and he was very very cold. Watermelons are summer things. Summer things were balmy days in their squat. Days when it was too hot to even pretend to be all hard and punk. They havenât had to pretend to be hard or punk for quite a bit now, and they didnât squat anymore but letâs just say old habits are hard to break, yeah?
Someone grabbed him by his arms and propped him up and he nearly hurled his lunch at him. It was probably Ethan. Most likely to be Ethan given that the manâs perfume was thick and not a little nauseating in his current condition. He opened his eyes to a blurry image of his friend and his lunch threatened to come up again. It said nothing about him, not really.
âEthan, come backââ
Whyâd this always have to happen? Well, not always-always, there were plenty of days and nights that didnât see Ethanâs friends in various dire situations or grievous injuries, objectively he knew that, but confirmation bias was a hell of a drug and dearest Ripper had a very distressing tendency to get hit in the head really hard by whatever the weekâs crisis was and then say things like no, Ethan, donât test your experimental healing spells on me, Iâm not a guinea pig â and donât you buy a real guinea pig to test it on either! or itâs fine, Iâll just walk it off.
âEthan, come backââ
... Didnât seem like he was going to walk this one off, honestly, but the instruction about using oneâs friends as test subjects had been codified into a rule since that one incident with the teeth.
âIâll be right back, mate, hang in there,â Ethan muttered, then did the sensible thing and called an ambulance from the nearest payphone, gave the address, stole a water bottle, and headed back to his friendâs side.
Ripper still looked awfully pale, and there was definitely blood in his hair and the beginnings of a nasty-looking bruise. Probably another scar to add to the collection then, once they were through with this. Werenât they getting too old for that? Phil had said they were. Oh well, that was a thing to think about when no one was bleeding, probably.
âSee? Back. Now drink some water, helpâll be here soon.â Being comforting wasnât really his strength. âAnd Iâll stay put here âtil they come, promise.â
gilesianâ:
@liminalchaosâ |Â are you trying to get yourself killed ?
âYesss.â Ripper hissed, a manic grin decorating his face. âThen Iâd raise meself back from the dead jusâ like I did everyone else!â He made a grand sweeping gesture as he spun in place, his tattered, dirty robe twirling around him. It had been a reddish colour once. Now it was only -ish.
He turned suddenly to the other man, closing their distance with a keenness of a predator. âWhy dâyou care?â
That everyone else was carrying a lot, Ethan had to say. There were a few ragged corpses, some human, some not -- nothing more than empty things puppeteered by an external force, really. Ethan knew his way around walking corpses, after all, though necromancy had never been his area of expertise.
The man had Ripperâs face and Ripperâs voice and Ripperâs power, that power Ethanâd always envied, but Ripper was always... stronger, somehow. He couldnât think of what circumstances could have driven any version of his old friend to this sort of state, to something like shattered glass behind bloodshot eyes. Heâd be scared of Ripper rounding on him like that, but coming from this broken reflection it was mostly pathetic. Mostly. Was that the truth of the First Evil, really? The horror of despair, rather than of fear?
âFriends, werenât we?â Ethan replied as cheerfully as he could. âNot keen on seeing my old friends dead. Thatâs how it works, innit?â Despair wasnât really his thing, after all.
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Itâs vital to remember who you really are. Itâs very important. It isnât a good idea to rely on other people or things to do it for you, you see. They always get it wrong.
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"You seem different. New personality?"
âErâŚâ
Call it a professional hazard, but at any given point itâs decently likely that Ethan has, in fact, recently imbibed, injected, or otherwise consumed something experimental, mind-altering, generally magical, or nominally medicinal. Or, well, any or all of the above. The past forty-eight hours are admittedly a bit foggy, but thatâs not evidence one way or another, and frankly Ethan thinks his natural charms(?) tend to shine through regardless of the situation. Well, when in doubtâŚÂ   Â
âWhy? Feel like making up for lost drinks, mate?â
Actually now that he thinks about it, Ripperâs the one who changes personalities like theyâre fashion trends, isnât he? Thatâs a thought! Thatâs a thought for later.
i donât think it counts as breaking and entering if you keep doing it a lot. like at some point itâs not breaking in so much as âim backâ
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Ok like⌠If the piece of media youâre making relies entirely on relationships, context, or concluded plot lines from another piece of media for its emotional impact, tension, or resolution, youâre writing fanfic.
Look, I love fanfic. I love fandom. Iâve read some absolutely impeccable fic. I love the feeling of getting excited about Stuff with other people who also love Stuff. I love AU fics that are packed with little shout-outs to the original text. But in a fandom space, the underlying assumption is that if youâre in the Stuff tag you are already familiar with Stuff â and thatâs not the case with actual published media. Shoutouts and easter eggs for longterm fans are fun and good, but every longterm fan may well be showing this thing to someone who never ever engaged with Stuff before, and they should both derive enjoyment from it. Even a sequel or a prequel has its own internal plot â someone starting on book/season 3 of a five part series will probably be confused about the characters, setting, and larger context of whatâs going on, but should be able to follow the actual in-the-text plot and the actual in-the-text interactions among the characters. (You can start Buffy at 3.1 and have no idea who Buffy is supposed to be or who she was, but the immediate plot â Anne, Lily, demon sweatshop, losing, reclaiming, and creating identity â still makes sense.) A spinoff, a reboot, or (ffs!) a story set in a previously-used âverse or setting should be able to carry its own weight no matter who the viewer is â even for the target audienceâs momâs neighborâs friend who stopped in to pick up sugar and is now vibing in the armchair instead of leaving, or someone who picked up the book third-hand at a garage sale.
If it canât, itâs fanfic.))

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Think they might be onto something here
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when you play a canon thats so minor theyâre basically an oc
gilesianâ:
Ripper laughed, or tried to. He found he couldnât smile very widely on account of the bandages covering half of his face and neck. It was hiding what was to become a massive scar of epic proportions. Or, he thought privately, a hideously disfiguring one. Shelving that particular doubt for his future self to worry about, he noticed Ethan may have put some distance between them but he was still holding his arms as if meaning to permanently put him in his place. Rip managed to pull one arm free to put it around Ethan for a proper hug this time, moving his hand up and down his back reassuringly.Â
âYouâll figure out how, Iâve no doubt of it. âsides, you wonât be alone â make Phillip do it,â he added. âYâknow he likes feelinâ important.â Another warm pat on Ethanâs back and Ripper sighed softly, cheek resting against Ethanâs hair. âIâm fine, I promise.â
There was a time Ethan would have cringed away from Ripperâs hand, expecting violence or at least an ulterior motive. Honestly, there was also a time when Ripper would have moved to hit him rather than hug him. They had both gotten a bit better at⌠whatever this was over the years. The tension of the past few hours dropped from Ethanâs shoulders as he leaned into the hug, enjoying the proximity and the gentle touch. It was nice, even though Ripper was still making fun of him a little and had his pretty face all bandaged up. But that was nothing to worry about now â the state of Ripperâs face was really unimportant if he was well enough to mock and tease. âPhilâd have an aneurysm planninâ your funeral first,â Ethan mumbled. âThereâs probably some appropriate paper to print things on. And food.â Philip had been to funerals before. He had opinions about things like that, and sometimesâ With some difficulty, Ethan dragged his mind back to more relevant topics. â⌠glad youâre alright. Yââ you made me worry about you.â
@liminalchaosâ |Â [ HUG ] sender embraces receiver, burying their face in receiverâs chest
He wasnât prepared when it happened. The attack was sudden, a frontal lunge followed by a set of alarmingly powerful arms wrapping themselves around his body, constricting his movement. Then a second and several more passed. The alarm bells ringing in his head were receding. The man burying his face in his chest seemed to have some trouble breathing despite the fact that he was the one quite literally squeezing air out of his lungs.
Bending his elbow to release himself proved impossible, so he settled on patting Ethan on his hip. A gesture of reassurance and a please-let-me-go.
âYou didnât think I truly died, did you?â
What Ethan liked least, the absolute least about this whole white hat, hero-type behavior was when it stopped being and boring and started being terrifying and life-threatening. The boring parts were, well, boring, obviously, but boring was tolerable compared to hairâs breadth escapes â especially when the people experiencing the narrow escapes were him.
Or, apparently, if they were his friends. That was sort of new. Heâd been scared â for Ripper more than for himself, a very odd sensation to be sure and not one Ethan was keen on feeling again â and then heâd been relieved enough to practically fling himself at the man like some sort of addle-brained teenager. And now, assured of the fact that Ripper was here and alive and warm and breathing and making slightly strained mocking noises, Ethan came up short on the glad-itâs-over and landed squarely in being rather offended.
âStop doing things like that!â At least that sounded properly accusatory rather than tearful or something. He detached himself to better glare at Ripper. âYou canât dieâ youâre not allowed to! Iâ I donât know how to pay our lease!â

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im such a man who leans in doorways. relaxes against the counter. drapes across a couch. sprawls over an armchair. my spine isnt straight and by god neither am i.
Fact: Just because you can doesnât mean you should.
Corollary: Iâm gonna.
Addendum:Â Shouldnâtâve.
Followup: Will again.