#anderwin

[employee210]

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Honestly, I never expected Anderson to get involved in as many ships as he is in now. And tbh, I’m cheating here since I’ll be talking abt 3 ships. I like them all.

Anderwin is probably the most stable one, even if it’s politically and morally wrong in AU (considering Untelevised Anders is already married for political brownie points and he’s Winston’s boss). Even if there’s the power imbalance, Winston knows how emotionally vulnerable Anderson is, and the two know their limitations. 

Anderson sees Winston as his equal despite being capable of ruining his life in an instant. Everything is very chaste but there’s a strong relationship there formed on trust and empathy.

Anderpink is unstable at first due to their relationship being founded on God Anderson’s lies and manipulation. He’s using pink to gain leverage over the other gods, but there’s this weird part of him that wants to protect her because 1) she’s valuable, and 2) she’s pretty much the only god that respects him and he likes that feelings.

After Pink kills him and he’s resurrected in a weaker state, he’s developed a healthier connection with her. 

His comfortable feelings with her kind of mix in with the vague sense of guilt he has and the lowkey paranoia that comes after it. Since Anders did all that horrible shit to her, why does she still care about him and when is she going to leave? It’s like that, and he’s struggling to keep himself soft for her while at the same time desperately protecting his emotions.

Alexanderson is just straight up nuts and not healthy in the slightest. It’s basically a game of “How long is Alex going to keep himself sane while constantly being in the presence of the asshole god that ruined his life?”

Anderson knows what he’s doing, and worse–Alex knows what Anderson is doing, yet he still feels his influence changing him. Anderson is literally torturing him with kindness, having fun breaking Alex down over the course of centuries just so he can prove a point, which is: don’t fuck with him.

It’s disgusting and awful and fun as hell to write.

[employee431]

[ ◈ ] my muse makes a drunk confession to your muse

Anderson’s body was glitching, missing and colorful patches covered his body. His limbs hung limply by his side, his body slouched forward. It reminded Winston of a creepy stop motion puppet he’d seen at one point as a child. 

“DessssP1te youuur pErformance.....esss...” 

His words were cut off suddenly by- of all noises- what sounded an awful lot like Dial Up. 

Anderson’s body stayed in perfect stillness for what seemed like ages before vanishing. Winston was sure there would be a restart, a lost weeks’ worth of parables. He was almost certain it was Schwartz’s fault as these things tended to be more often than not. 

The lights went dark, leaving him with only the lights from outside the windows. From what he could gather they weren’t doing much better than Anderson was right now. 

Slowly and filled with static, Winston could hear his voice again after what seemed like forever. 

“....I’m proud of you.”

And then the Office reset. 

[employee431]

💪 "You look so small and cute when I'm holding you." (obsolete-parable)

Winston was unused to being hoisted into the air. Being dropped was another matter. He clung to Anderson, as so not to drop once more. 

"If you drop me, I’ll be dead and cute. More dead than cute.” 

Winston understood what these rare moments between story telling was. It was praise for a job well done, for doing what Anderson needed of him to the best of his ability.

[employee431]

✋ (obsolete-parable)

✋ - to push my muse against a wall.

Anderson may have the appearance of a twig, but he was also a very tall and very powerful twig. 

Winston tensed, but for what? Anderson could easily overpower him, he was a Narrator after all. 

“I’ve been keeping a record of all your Parables, Mr. Samuels. Do you know what your reports say?” The Blonde tall ass Narrator asked, as he continued to look down over Winston.

Before allowing Winston to answer he continued.

“It says you need a break. This is a mandatory break so you will not be arguing with me about it.” 

And with that, Anderson swept his Protagonist away to his room, where he’d be damned if Winston didn’t stop trying to work himself to death.

Killing him was supposed to be his job. 

[obsolete-parable]

❤ (Let the AnderWin kiss)

He cupped Winston’s face, pulling him closer so their lips could touch. The contact felt similar to pins-and-needles, but wasn’t as painful as expected.

He then pulled away, hand still on his cheek. “Just making sure you’re face is kept intact. Don’t want to make you unusable for the collection by being too forceful.”