#worst man

[bravelittleocelot]

Lionel Luthor sweaty and begging like a dog for Martha's life is pretty damn good to me

[beautifulcheat]

Worst Man (10/10)

Chapter 10: Dearly Beloved

It was surreal. Being here, in the small dressing room in the back of the church, in her dress. Isobel smoothed her hands down it, looked at herself in the mirror. She looked picture-perfect. Her hair twisted into an elaborate, messy braid, flowers tucked into it – yellows fading into oranges, reds, purples. Her wedding dress faded from white into the same riotous sunset of colors.

Perfect enough to be an Evans bride. But still herself. 

And after all the planning and stress and drama, in less than an hour, she was going to be Isobel Evans-Ortecho. Finally.

A muffled thud startled her out of her thoughts. Isobel frowned, glancing over at the large wooden armoire that took up almost the whole wall. 

She stared at it for a long moment. Angry rat? Rogue possum? God, she really hoped her wedding wasn’t about to be interrupted by a pest control emergency.

Silence. And then again, a thud.

Isobel took a breath, steeled herself. Her TK wasn’t as good as Michael’s, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t stop a rat in its tracks, she reminded herself, heading over there to pull the armoire open, quickly.

It definitely wasn’t a rat. 

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Thanks and more under the cut...

And... that's a wrap!

First of all, in case you missed it and you're visual... here are some of my inspo images and a little chatter about them.

Second, I really need to thank @ober-affen-geil, @im-the-punk-who, @la-reine-des-enfers, and the one or two anons for continually encouraging me to get this fic out there. Love you so much!

And finally, I'd be remiss if I didn't send all the love in the world to @ladynox for being my beta and yelling at me to get over myself and just write. Her fingerprints are all over this fic -- she helped me start it, and she helped me end it. You can thank her for that final Rosabel scene, which is delicious and I barely touched it honestly.

[normalmermaid]

My abusive ex stepfather getting fucking ugly and chunky? The funniest thing ever

[allonsy-mywayward-sociopath]

So weddings have a best man imagine if they had a worst man too

[aj-frankie]

Imagine Lup yelling into the mic about Greg Grimaldis but its me saying that The Odyssey is a bad book

[beautifulcheat]

Worst Man (8/11?)

The Rehearsal Dinner

Alex tossed shirts into his luggage, carelessly. 

The last twenty-four hours had been a lot. Too much, honestly. He’d hit his limit of crazy nonsense. 

Between Rosa’s ridiculous scheme and the revelation from the conversation with Maria that he was still struggling to get his mind around, he was done. He wasn’t exactly the running type, but he needed to get the hell out of here. Away from insane wedding conspiracy plots and even crazier alien conspiracy theories. 

He reached for the suit, hanging up in the closet. Eyes falling on the rope. 

Goddamned rope. He groaned. What the hell was he even thinking, getting involved in all of this?  He grabbed it, wondering what the fuck to do with it. He couldn’t exactly leave it. But he didn’t really want the TSA asking the “are you a serial killer” question either.

A brisk knock broke the quiet.

He frowned, startled. Before he could yell out to ask who it was, they knocked again. 

“Manes, I know you’re in there. Let me in!”

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Special thanks to @ober-affen-geil for cheerleading and beta-ing this round <3 And as always thanks to @ladynox for poking me intermittently

[beautifulcheat]

Weddings are apparently in the air, and I'ma post the final chapter of Worst Man today.

I also wanted to share some of the inspo pics for the wedding dresses and general aesthetic. More behind the cut!

I wanted the wedding decor to be a little weird and funky, just like the brides. Love this strange-ass vase! I referenced these in the Bridal shower bit.

Because every wedding needs a little R&R with goat yoga in a barn, amirite?

Isobel's dress. I wanted something that was pretty traditional and bride-like but with a twist. I fell in love with this gown for Isobel, and I feel like she'd be radiating just as much joy as the bride here does.

Speaking of, the original dress was hand-painted by the bride (who's also an artist and who makes incredible gowns), and in fic, I have Rosa making both of the dresses herself. Actually I think I unconsciously patterned the way I portray Rosa in this fic off an artist friend of mine who is constantly getting into new creative shenanigans including sewing and woodworking.

And speaking of Rosa...

Continuing to work off the ombre theme, but I wanted Rosa's to be a bit more edgy. A bit more punk rock. I felt like this gown fit a grown-up Rosa perfectly. I also anticipate that Arturo disapproves of it, quietly. But then he got his more traditional wedding with Max and Liz, so he's fine.

And that's (very nearly!) a wrap on Worst Man. It'll come out today or tomorrow after a very quick beta. <3

Have some cake, in the meantime...

[beautifulcheat]

Worst Man (7/?)

Alex let out a hard breath, watching Michael storm out of the cafe. The door swinging so wildly, Alex half-thought that the bells that were tied to its handle might actually crack the glass.

Well, shit. He thought. And he was acutely aware of the dozen or so pairs of eyes on him. He needed to get the hell out of there. Talk to Rosa. Do some damage control. He grabbed his phone, firing off a few texts to Rosa. She needed to know about this from him, now, before she heard it from Liz, or worse, Isobel.

Texts sent, he hurriedly grabbed his journal and reached for the rings.

His fingers closed around an open, empty box.

And he froze.

What the fuck, he thought, staring at it for several moments.

Michael had been nowhere near the box. Hadn’t reached for it. Had barely looked at it. Alex glanced around -- but no one was close enough to have snagged them without Alex noticing, either.

What. The. Fuck.

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