#valiant!replies

[valiantnerdtm]

hi!! im here to ask you abt your skz fics!!! tell me something, i wanna knowww please i am begging you

Eden!! my darling!! i have. so many wips omg

there's Lost Dove, the zombie apocalypse OT8 au. there's the. about 4 PWPs. there's Ugly Parts, the Heathers au (first chapter out now!!). there's Speckled Fur, the witch!Felix turns into a cat with Minho and Chan lookinf after him. there's the Dead Dove™ fic. eye—

I'm an open book, babey, all you gotta do is ask 🐇

[valiantnerdtm]

Lately been having thoughts for the second tour 5SOS was a supportive act to 1D (I'm not 100% sure if it had it own name, I'm kind of new here. Take everything I mention with a grain of salt) and they are split in three categories.

1) The 1D boys seeing how much more affectionate and caring 5SOS were to each other in general in comparison to them. Talking like more hugs, lingering touches that weren't necessarily sexual or romantic but were there for reassurance, just seeing that 5SOS had more of a "Show, don't tell" approach to letting the others know they were there, that they cared and that they loved each other. Them prefering to spend time together as opposed to separate. Them being able to sit comfortably in silence, and the way they communicated, even without words or sounds.

2) In the OT4 Alternate Universe where 5SOS are in a polyamourous relationship with one another, I had some thoughts about how obviously they would have kept it hidden from 1D in order to protect themselves (I'm pretty sure that second tour was near the end of 2014, where people still could be thouroughly threatened for their sexual, romantic and gender identities, a poly couple would certainly be a bit of a target I reckon.) and there are a bunch of situations where the 1D members see some interaction 5SOS have with each other and think 'That cannot be platonic', and then chucking it away saying stuff like "Oh, they are still teenagers, they might be exploring what they like" or "Well their dynamic is much different to ours", or even "Australian culture must be different to British, maybe that's why"

3) People speculate (especially after that dumpsterfire Logan Paul podcast he attended) that Liam Payne was racist towards Zayn Malik, the only PoC of the boyband. So I had a thought that Calum was also slightly outcasted by Liam when Liam found out Calum was half indigenous, and I have this picture in my head of Zayn telling Calum to "not let Liam's shit get to you," because he himself knew how it was just horrible and annoying, especially when Calum seemed to embrace both his cultures (Scottish and Kiwi) a lot. Also the mental image of any injustice happening towards Calum (and even Zayn whenever they were present), the rest of the 5SOS boys would be right up in Liam's personal space and starting fights that most of the time another 1D member would end, or some stage crew or management person

nonnie, baby, darling, you're giving me SO much material just from the get go, holy cow, your brain is so big

i love the idea (perhaps, fact) that we're all well aware that 5sos are just so mushy with each other and have such an obvious bond with each other + i agree, to the 1d guys, who were friendly with each other seemingly due to circumstance, it would be a clash. like. i can picture them looking at 5sos and think, "huh, these guys are like brothers or smth" meanwhile their arrangement was born out of a business strategy

id like to add that a little jealousy wouldn't be out of the equation 👀 cause, hear me out, these are four guys whose lives have been essentially uprooted and who've been thrust into the spotlight, not unlike 5sos, but they've yet to find a foundation of camaraderie quite as sturdy as them

5sos were, and still are, fulfilling their dreams and going about their careers in the music industry not as coworkers, but as friends. they each get to have three of their closest friend right next to them on every trip, tour, performance, PR appearance, everything. whereas the 1d guys shared all that with three other dudes who they were, in essence, contractually obligated to be friendly with. I'm not explaining myself very clearly but i hope u catch my drift akfkks

next! im a little too invested in poly!sos. i think back then they could also still be figuring out the finer details of being in a four way relationship, if not also coming to terms with the fact that they were attracted to boys AND were dating not one, but three of them. all THAT on top of figuring out how much pda they can brush off as being just brotherly nonsense (nd definitely fucking that up a couple times)

high-key i want a "5+1" style fic that's like "5 times the 1d guys didn't realize 5sos was dating and the one time it was inexcusably, blatantly obvious"

finally, i made a meme for u:

[valiantnerdtm]

i miss steps retraced

oh shit i forgot about the third part

[valiantnerdtm]

omg hi, i sent the 5sos / stranger things ask. i’ve been listening to 5sos for like nine years now and i love stranger things omg, never found a blog that posts about both (other than mine) !! hi i’m cat btw!

Nice to meet you, Cat! I'm Nik. Happy to have you around (*＾3＾)/～

Damn, 9 years? You're an OG, I've been here for all of three days kskfskkg

[valiantnerdtm]

should i… should i study or should i hurt my own feelings by rereading the first part of steps retraced?

Ohohohohoh, don't ask me that, I'm vehemently against academics and my response will always be "do something else" but that may not be.... beneficial

[valiantnerdtm]

AND YOU WRITE MUKE !!!

NO ONE WRITES MUKE ANYMORE IT MAKES ME SO UPSET

!!!!!

Muke is a pretty solid, fun pair idk why people have drifted away from it 🤘🏽😔

sad to say i've only Posted one muke fic (Big Susan Summer) but! hey, if i may, my top five muke fics (in no particular order):

too late (to bring us back to life) by Peyton

Get So Disconnected by @pixiegrl

everything is never as it seems (when i fall asleep) by @faeryphilia

Killing Boys again by @pixiegrl

i take the chances that i'm given ('cause i'm desperately all yours) also by Peyton

so.... maybe check 'em out if you haven't yet.... 👀

[valiantnerdtm]

oof, im home （￣︶￣)

the heat's relentless but thank god for airconditioned buses !!!

i have the mike thing im here to share the mike thing (ita a wee thing, but it is an introduction and im convincing myself slowly its okay for it to be smol (‾◡◝)

here the :

A businessman being chased into an alley must be a very common occurrence in this city, because every single person Michael has excused himself to for running through them barely spared him a second glance.

Honestly, fuck that guy. Michael has him exactly where he wants, vulnerable and unable to escape, tired out from the chase (which he still loses, how embarrassing,). Isolated.

“Oh so, this is it?” The man exclaims, slightly out of breath, resting his hands on his knees for a moment. “I get unlucky one day and get mugged? Is that really how I die?” Frankly, Michael is annoyed under his protective clothing. The audacity of this guy is just phenomenal.

“You know very well you aren’t just ‘unlucky’. You know exactly why you’re a target,” he not-so-calmly explains, slowly losing his patience. “Known bigot, huge racist and harassing women in your workspace with sexual comments and rape threats? Yeah, how unlucky,” he sasses, fortifying his aim at the man’s head.

“You’ve got a lot of nerv-”

Michael rolls his eyes, exasperated. “Oh shut the fuck up man,” and pulls the trigger twice. They land cleanly between his eyebrows and when he hears the clank of one of the bullets hitting the trash can ahead of him he smirks, letting his hand drop, slightly swaying with the weight of the pistol. The man falls with a soft thud on the ground, small spasms moving his limbs.

He waits a moment, watching blood trickle out of the man’s skull to the concrete underneath his feet. The way the blood pool slowly grows is always fascinating. He times it. Five, Eight, Ten minutes. The jerks subside, the blood slows, the man is completely unresponsive. Michael kicks his leg slightly to see. Nothing.

“Fucking jerk,” he murmurs, patting around his jacket for the pistol holder. He triple-checks around for any cameras or sightings, opens a trash can, drops the man’s briefcase inside, along with a printed note that declares the documents [CONFIDENTIAL], and leaves the alley, completely unbothered, confident in himself and his identity.

There are very few things in this world that inspire him. They say, “One who has killed many loses the ability to sympathize”. That's why he doesn’t concern himself with oversentimentality. It isn’t his place to answer death’s call, though. It’s not his trade, after all.

Calm. Crickets rustling in the grass. Birds noisy in their attempts to pilfer food from stone sills.

This planet is filled with animals. For every one good soul, there are hundreds more that treasure wealth and its luxuries above all else. Most people are corrupted. People must bear the burden of their faults. He is prepared to do so, too.

He catches a stray leaf in his hand and crushes it.

The forest grows and withers, then grows and withers. The moon shines and dims, then wakes and sleeps night to night. People are chained to the idea that we’ll have everything we desire when they die. That happiness will follow them to their graves. 

The last rays of the sun disappeared underneath the horizon.

Yeah, he’s changed slightly since his teens. He still plays video games, of course, a lot of his spare time is wasted away on his laptop or desktop computer, and the silly jokes and stupid puns are still an everyday staple of his life. He likes to think it's obvious that he’s changed a bit. He’s matured, he’s found himself, he’s leading a- now stable- career with his best friends as a guitarist, and periodically a vocalist. 

Oh.

And he murders people. On occasion.

He isn’t sure how it started, not exactly a memory that he has safekept in a corner of his mind. There isn’t a clear motivator behind him, leading him on to buy more ammunition and better weaponry. Someone could just say, fame got to him.

The first time Michael kills, it wasn’t a well-thought-out choice. He was walking down the street, careless, murmuring song lyrics as his headphones blasted music. He was then pulled aside, near tossed in an alley, presented with a very unthreatening guy, dressed from top to bottom with black gear and holding a knife pointed at him. An attempt at being mugged. 

The guy demanded Michael’s wallet, waving the knife around with his hand to somehow threaten him into moving quicker. Michael laughed, asked the guy what he’d do to him if he didn’t. He was extremely positive that whatever he did, this interaction would leave him with no losses, at worst maybe a new scar. There’s a surprised pause, maybe because this mugger, if he’s ever done this before, hasn’t been met with resistence. Michael wasn’t fearless, if anything, but to that dude’s eyes he must have looked something of the like. 

The reply, however lame, came along the form of ‘What will you do, what do you know of self-defense, you’re just part of this stupid boyband.’

It was really his fault. Michael isn’t in a boyband.

Surprising himself, Michael managed to take the knife out of the mugger's grip while he was distracted (something about fame, something about people who make pop are softies and pussies, he wasn’t really paying attention) and stabbed him where neck meets head. There was a thrash or two, some cussing, nerve failure, and blood loss, and soon the guy collapsed on the concrete by Michael’s feet. He clearly remembers saying something that had to do with the punk/emo ideals he followed at the time, then taking the bloody knife with him as he re-emerged into the streets.

Could he have avoided killing the guy? Yeah, most likely. He wasn’t in a life-threatening situation really, and he only had a few dollars in his pocket (never again a wallet, he’s been pickpocketed too many times) and he could have walked off scot-free. And yet, he did it, consequences be damned. He really hates when people underestimate him because he’s in a pop band.

When Michael kills again, it's a choice, an action he chooses to take, planned out carefully. It had been a few weeks after his first one, and he just can’t stop thinking about it. It’s borderline psychotic, how often he’d found himself staring at the knife-souvenir, twirling it in his hands and admiring the handiwork on the handle, feeling over the blade with his fingers, cold, sharp metal against calloused fingers. 

He’s nicked himself one or two times, and paid dearly when his guitar playing suffered from it, but he always found himself staring at the knife. Tightening his grip around the handle and driving it up in the air with force, just like that night. Trying to hold on to the feeling of seeing that man collapse under him, feeling the other man lose sense right under his fingertips. It was a foreign feeling, but it reverberated inside Michael. He had enjoyed it.

He chased after the feeling again. After a show, he insisted on taking a walk in the city and “Grab some Macca's, it’s been a while.” He stood, back to a brick wall, and waited. For who, he wasn’t sure, but his eyes skimmed over the few pedestrians pacing back and forth in front of him. He didn’t want to just grab some random person, he wanted to find someone who made themselves an open target.

His search came victorious quick enough. A man draws unwanted attention when he cusses out an individual on his right, a gentleman who seemed to be doing nothing wrong but exist. Michael’s target makes a move to lay hands on the other man, and Michael’s hand is found stopping an incoming punch, rather easily might he add (he’s still quite proud of himself for this one). The man goes to cuss, hit, and thrash, Michael pulls him into the alleyway to his left.

“Up for a one-on-one fight, huh punk?” the Target had said, and Michael had laughed, an honest, infuriating laugh. The man rushed to grab Michael, yet he found himself with one hand on Michael’s shoulder, the other hovering over Michael’s face as the small knife is driven to the side of his neck. 

Bingo.

The blood splattered, Michael shoved the Target back and got away with a few, tiny droplets of blood on his arm, and few more on his face and collar of his T-shirt. The Target tried to cover the wound with his hands, but being ill-tempered was, in the end, his downfall. His carotid, pulsing angrily on the side of his neck was incredibly inviting for Michael to pierce through.

The Target collapses sooner or later, again at Michael’s feet, and he quickly steps back as the blood pools by the Target’s head. It’s twisted, the grin on his face as he cleans the knife and his face with an antiseptic wipe. But there, Michael felt this satisfaction, a feeling intricate and all tangled together. He felt a rush of emotions flow through him, he felt; satiated. Calm.

Michael really enjoyed stabbing the Target.

Michael Clifford really enjoyed seeing people die by his hand.

(o゜▽゜)o☆

OHOHOHOOHOHOHOHOH FUCK YEAH

i love, love, LOVE the easy charm you gave Mike and how he's just,,,, a Threat. the disconnect between Murdering Someone and his Attitude is so sexy of him, i love his nonchalance, he's my Everything (っ˘̩╭╮˘̩)っ

+ i love the detail of him being pickpocketed until he no longer carries a wallet bc,,, it makes sense

[valiantnerdtm]

i know its early for you so u can reply when u can, but lemme tell u while asleep i had an idea that might be turned into a wip(and from there god knows what)

so: i was listening to MAMMAMIA by Måneskin last night while writing the mike au and i remembered how in the music video for MAMMAMIA the rest of Måneskin kill their vocalist in different ways because he annoys them

nd i went hmmmmmmmmmm

and the first thing that came to mind was: 5sos film a video of similar fashion (where the others kill lu in different ways) and luke is left extremely confused becuz hes extremely riled up by the whole thing. so. ot4 lol.

and then i also dreamt that a dog made its way on stage during a show from sidestage probably and Luke just stops singing to yell "DOG" and then for a brief moment the whole show is paused because a)whos dog is it, b)dogdogdogdogdog

S! im awake at a reasonable time for the first time in weeks! this is an achievement unlike any other!

i love ur brain So Much, this is incredible, please. i feel like this follows the trend of "Luke Gets Revved Up During Music Video Shoots" that was kick-started by the Easier MV and i just ✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧

how's the Mike piece going? am i allowed to ask? is it super confidential? I mean, i already asked but uno u don't have to answer if u don't want to (´ . .̫ . `)

i definitely think dogdogdogdogdog + i feel like The Dog could b from someone on their team, like,, Muushu. i think there's a dog called Muushu w them on tour rn. i may be incorrect. (◠ᴥ◕ʋ)