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do you know any perfumes that remind you of:
"the chocolatey browns and deep purples of a night sky that is speckled with gold & silver stars, the sound of leaves crunching under leather boots, & the smell of coffee brewing?"
This is such a pretty and poetic description, I love it!!
The first two that immediately came to mind are unfortunately a bit harder to find these days — I’m not sure whether they’re still in production but I see them now and then, so I felt inclined to include them because I feel that they both balance cocoa sweetness with a lovely contrast.
Prada Candy Night — a cocoa-powdery start, dark and rich (think the kind of cocoa used for baking, not the artificially sweetened one), that dries down into caramel-creamy, powdery musk freshened up with zesty orange (this one would be a fit from the gorgeous bottle alone <3)
Angel Muse — nutella-esque, nutty, creamy, calorie packed deliciousness with a patchouli kick
Others that came to mind:
Boss The Scent for her absolute — rich, sensual coffee with a juicy note [the other Boss The Scent one’s might also be worth checking out!! Private Accord has a very lovely cacao note]
Dyptique Eau Duelle — the chicest, loveliest, driest vanilla. There’s a depth to it that really elevates the scent for me.
YSL Black Opium — THE sexy coffee scent. Not unique in the slightest, but for a reason — it really is that good.
Maison Margiela — By the Fireplace or Whispers in the Library. Both are iconic scents that play with woodsy and spicy notes sweetened with vanilla. I definitely recommend checking them out if you are looking for a scent that’s more unisex in nature
Dyptique Volutes — a sweet, warm, STRONG tobacco scent. Very rich, spicy, yet sweet. Neither chocolate nor leather, but somehow your description still came to mind when I tried it
If you’re looking for something with a more definite leather note, maybe try Valentino Uomo EdT (the brown bottle), which promises coffee, chocolate AND leather — unfortunately I can’t seem to get my hands on an actual bottle but I had to at least mention it.
…I hope I didn’t miss the mark of what you’re looking for and this was inspiring, darling! I really loved that description ✨✨
#ask#Flakon#I LOVE Prada Candy Night#it’s such a shame it’s not everywhere anymore :((((#I really do think they’ll discontinue it…#also: volutes was really good. I don’t want to put too much praise for one scent into this because I do want to inspire everyone#to try the scents themselves. but whoa! liked it :) I am a tobacco scent girl though. so.
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Thanks for recommending I read them all do you know any other jimin fics
I can share with you some of my ‘to read’ Jimin fics – I hope there’s some that you haven’t read already so you can dive into those 💜 I also suggest looking/searching on AO3, maybe you can find more there too 😃
Facade (series) by @taeescript
Dirty Little Secret by @tipsydipsydo
Family Lane by @hayjeon
Mismatched Pages (series) by @knjoodles
Ignorantly, Yours by @ot7always
Best Friend of my FWB (ft. jjk) (series) by @xiutingmyself
Troll in Love (series) by @justasparkwritings
Running through the Night by @sketchguk
Strictly Confidential by @ppersonna
The Misadventures List (series) by @kimvvantae
Bad Habits by @yoonjinkooked
Paper Hearts by @namfinessed
Pick you Filter by @ppersonna
First Kiss (series) by @ggukbabyy
Temptation (part of the Pleasure collection) by @ayyosuga
Never Falling by @yoonia
The Glow Up (ft. kth) (series) by @bangtangalicious
Peaches and Cream by @snackhobi
Opposites Attract (series) by @kpopfanfictrash
Neon Seoul by @readyplayerhobi
The Devil in his Details by @johobi
Couchsurfer by @heartbeatan
Of Stars Erased (series) by @fantasybangtan
New Experiences (series) by @littlenoona
Thank you for your Service by @jiminniethemarshmallow
Growing Pains (series) by @taleasnewastime
Put it on Me by @jimilter
Feel your Touch by @jimilter
Captivity by @jimilter
The Prince’s Cinderella Syndrome by @jimilter
Making him Jealous (ft. jjk) by @parkmuse
Blue Kamikaze (ft. jhs) by @gguksgalaxy
Serendipity (series) by @sopebubbles
All of You (series) by @writtenwhalien
Two in One (ft. jhs) by @here2bbtstrash
Lust for Life by @aquagustd
A Change of Heart (series?) by @whitesparrows97
A Work of Art by @missgeniality
Tonight by @pjmparadise
Oh, What A World (series) by taestybae/cutechim on AO3
A Serpent’s Flower (series) by @jimlingss
Love Her (Love Yourself) (series) by @xotoosweet
I’m sorry for the late reply, I added some extra fics in there to hopefully make up for it! I haven’t read any of them myself, but I really look forward to reading each one, because they sound amazing to me (which is why they are on my to-read list). I haven’t checked if all the series are completed or discontinued, but I think they’ll be a pleasant read either way 🙂
I hope you enjoy 💜
#anon ask#bts to read list#bts fanfic#bts smut#jimin fic recs#jimin fanfiction#lissa.txt#lovely people
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im going to put my answers below bc i know some of these vids are likely not returning to dnp and i do agree with that i just wanted to do a fun poll abt if you could have another of these vids then which would you choose. ofc like ive said before we have no control over dnp uploads and i fully know some of these won’t come back lol
ok first of all i don’t think pinof is coming back and i think that’s been clear for ages anyways like ten is a nice number to leave it. HOWEVER i do think an april fools dapc pinof would be hilarious. answering crafties questions and whatever they send to craft universe dnp.
same with amazingdan BUT maybe there’s a slight chance of reacting to amazingdan. maybe not since so much time has already passed since pinof reactions (four months …..) honestly out of the options i’m not that bothered about pinof or amazingdan i feel like they’re classic dnp content that’s fine left as it is
ok for the pizza mukbang thing i don’t care for it to be a mukbang video lol like the actual thing was the nice sit down talk vibes pyjama pizza w friends maybe this is exactly what dan means abt being parasocial 😭 but that video is nice so i don’t think the actual mukbang part of it is that important it’s more the sit down talk style vid
i think i would do anything for another day in the life but i feel like it is prob peak parasocial content. would it count as phouse tour probably. do i think there will be a phouse tour no bc it sounds like it is still having a lot of work done 😭 and i honestly don’t really care abt it… i think the sims renovation was fun and an insight into their interior design opinions lol and that is enough for me
i put it takes two bc a lot of people want to see the next bit i like the game but not rly enough. idk it’s been awhile since that first vid and in terms of other games and things from dnp i don’t rly mind about it takes two being ignored 😭
i know baking is not a discontinued thing anymore bc HALLOWEEN but BUT i really believed easter baking would be a thing 💔 dapc had so much put into it that i kind of forgot about wanting a baking vid but 💔 i can’t lie i think i got set on the expectation for it. like the baking vids have always been absolute classic staple dnp content but definitely the cinnamon roll one was like the baking vids to the extreme… the full potential AND THE BAKE WAS GOOD TOO. the vid was also pretty popular. so my expectations for easter were a bit high. ok so if this poll is like magically summon a dnp vid 🪄 maybe id consider baking because i just love it so much like irl as a hobby but also then dnp doing one of my fav things too and it being so fun idk it’s some of the best dnp content imo. i would love them to try a series of making food from videogames but no offence to them i don’t get the vibe that they cook a lot…… so i think it might not happen. but dil is turning TEN in september so maybe dnp special dil birthday cake baking vid 💔 pleaese pleasemaybe
i think tumblr tag is totally plausible although ik the april fools tumblr tag thing 💔 bc the twitter vid happened i think they’ll do a tumblr one at some point. there’s so much amazing art on here not just fanart but written stuff video and photo edits so i’d want them to see all of that as well as the funny stuff. this isn’t like top of my list of things i’d want to see but it’s definitely one of the more plausible things
dapc behind the scenes content its either happening or it will never be spoken of
honestly idk if they would do reactions to the super amazing project. bc like what vids would they choose. maybe i can see them referencing it or discussing it if someone asked or in a live but idk about reaction vids.
ok draw my life would be fun and i’d watch them. i’d watch an updated dil draw my life too. they put so much effort into that dil draw my life. maybe an updated one for dil’s 10th birthday will happen? that would be pretty fun.
i think if i had to choose it would be a ditl vid. top 3 would be ditl, mukbang or literally just any sit down talk vid, and another baking video. ditl may literally just be bc of nostalgia i don’t really see it happening again but who knows. again just a poll about which vid you’d want to see if you could magic up a dnp vid i definitely know some of these aren’t coming back or very unlikely to
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Night descends upon us and yet, as usual, the stars don’t shine brightly the way that they did last summer when our bonfire roared under clear, sparkling skies. I think of that night now as I sit on a patch of cool earth in the dunes above Dollymount Strand surrounded by rusting cans and the sun-bleached wrappers of discontinued chocolate bars.
I remember the balmy air of late July, how I didn't even heed it until now when the night is still too cold to sit out in yet we all pretend it isn't. Anyway, it’s too late to point it out to the crowd that's already gathered here, drinking and playing music from a speaker that crackles every time the bass gets too loud, so I sit as close as I can to the flames without climbing into the pit with them, and let their heat lick over my skin.
I share a few beers with a big, severe looking boy next to me for a while. He's got silver spikes protruding from his lip, and high cheek bones that make his face look kind of gaunt and hollow like a Tim Burtonesque character. We called him Lurch at school, because he’s also about six foot five and rake thin, but tonight I learn that Lurch’s real name is Rob, and actually, Rob is a very nice person.
He talks to me about music for ages, about his drum kit and how the neighbours keep complaining to his parents about the noise. I tell him that I’ve always wished I was musical but I have absolutely no sense of rhythm. I’m kind of a loser like that, despite my dreams of being that guy with the guitar who impresses all the girls, but I have long since accepted that I will settle to be a humble music-recommender instead. Jen still keeps all of the silly mix tape CDs I made for her in primary school in her room, and it gives me an inexplicable sense of worthiness whenever I spot them.
Never once during my conversation with Rob do I tell him about the Lurch thing, though it crosses my mind several times. What seemed so funny once in the confines of my little group seems kind of obviously mean now, but I suppose I never took the time to think about it before.
Katie is nice too, the girl with a stammer who snorts when she laughs, which is often once she joins in our conversation, because she seems to think my stories are very funny, as does Rob, and I have to tell them not to laugh so hard because it only encourages me to put myself in more situations that might be entertaining to retell later on. They think that's funny too, but actually, I am being serious.
Still, I know they’ll love that one about the time I was using the desert as a toilet and a military helicopter flew overhead, convincing me that my great aunt’s busybody neighbour had called the FBI to report me for public urination, so I make sure to tell it in the most energetic way I can. It’s easier and way more fun to reveal embarrassing things about myself when I’m drinking, and by the time I have finished telling it, I toss my empty bottle to my feet where four others already lie. I hadn’t even realised I had drunk that much, but who cares when I feel this good.
“Jesus, you’re so funny,” Katie says once her giggles have subsided, “I can’t believe we all thought you were an arsehole.”
“You thought that?”
“Not really,” Rob assures me, “We just thought you were… like, a bit…”
“...of an arsehole,” I finish, and he’s clearly being polite so he denies it, but he shouldn’t bother, really, because I already know how I am. I'm aware of the things I’ve said and done to other kids for the sake of relieving my crushing, constant boredom, never really thinking about the consequences beyond ‘it will be funny’. Maybe I should say I’m sorry.
“Nah you’re right, I’m kind of a horrible bastard,” and I laugh at myself, which gives them permission to do so too, albeit awkwardly.
“You’re not, you’re not,” Rob assures me, “You definitely weren’t the worst of the guys in our year…”
I want to ask him who is the worst, purely for the satisfaction of hearing him say that it’s Fitzy, or Murphy or Breener or any of those other awful, rugby wanks, but I don’t because someone coming through the grass has derailed my train of thought.
“What’s she doing here?”
I have interrupted Rob and now he’s blinking in surprise as he turns to where Leah, fucking Leah, is approaching us.
“Uh, she comes to talk to Evan sometimes,” he explains, “just for like, a few minutes usually and then she heads off. Do you know her?”
“Yeah.”
I watch with a clenched jaw as she and Evan disappear into the darkness for a few minutes, and pop open a brand new beer bottle as Rob and Katie chat as I sit between them having lost all of my sense of fun in an instant. I’m also drunk, if not very much getting there judging by the slightly blurry flames that dance exotically in front of my eyes. I have a dim thought that it’s probably a good idea to stop drinking if I plan on seeing Jen later. I doubt Michelle’s parents will be too pleased if I show up steaming drunk at their door…
“Oh my God, Jude, I didn’t expect to see you here!” Leah is back and standing right over me. I don’t even bother to look up at her face, and instead just stare at her ratty Vans that I’m almost certain are the same pair she wore when we used to hang out two years ago, and they were ratty back then.
“Yep,” I say. She sits down so closely to me in the sand that I can smell her distinct, Leah smell. She doesn’t smell bad, just like an unpleasant sensory memory.
“How are you?”
I clear my throat, “Are you buying drugs from teenagers now? Is that what it’s come to?”
“Oh, I thought you already knew how Evan and I knew each other.”
“No.”
“Well, mister policeman, it’s just weed,” she pulls the baggie I saw earlier out of her jacket pocket, “We can even smoke some together now if you like.”
“Weed makes me sick.”
“I remember that! Ha!” She offers it to Rob and Katie who both decline and exchange alarmed looks over our heads.
“Are you going to sit here all night?” I ask her, and even to my own ears it’s unbelievable how rude I am to her, but I don’t care, she deserves it, and it’s not like she even seems to register my tone anyway, she’s always been completely oblivious to what people think about her. She’s that person who hangs around at the party for way too long and keeps bringing up conversations that everyone stopped talking about ages ago.
“Jude and I go way back,” Leah explains to Katie beside her, “I met him when he was, what,” a nudge to my arm, “thirteen?”
“Twelve.”
“We used to be friends, back when he was fun.”
I scowl and she drapes herself over my shoulder with an effortless laugh as though she somehow believes this is our usual banter, “I’m joking, he’s still so fun! And cute!” She tries to grab my face and I shake her off insistently so she settles for fisting a hand in the front of my sweatshirt to hold me hostage instead, “Isn’t he, though?” she presses poor, sheepish Katie who explodes in a ferocious blush. “Would you say he’s the cutest boy at school?”
“I- I don’t know,” Katie stutters.
“Well guess what! I got to be the lucky girl who took his virginity!”
I rip her off me but she comes back at me with more grabbing hands and tickling fingers, “Ooh! It’s true, isn’t it? Isn’t it Judie? Oh, isn’t it?”
I wrench her off me with finality and clamber to my feet, my heart beating, my stomach queasy, “Leave me alone, okay?” I bend down to swipe my beer bottle out of the hollow I made for it in the sand and even then she tries to touch my hair. It infuriates me. “I’m serious! Piss off!” I spit.
“Oh God, mister grumpy!” She says as I stagger around the bonfire to get away from her and everything that she represents. I’m definitely drunk now, it's in my sluggish movements, the way my eyes drift unfocussed from person to person, but being drunk is preferable to remembering Leah as vividly as I would if I were perfectly sober.
Right now, it is just snippets of an evening three years ago that play through my mind. The week I turned fourteen, and the hard, frozen November ground by a swing set. The things I wasn’t sure if I really wanted to do but thought knew I should by then, and Leah, and the heat of her skin, the smell of her sweat, the hyper fixation I had on that piece of bark mulch I felt tangled in her hair which somehow became the strongest memory of all, something that I still associate with her when I feel the sharp dig of something in my palm.
When I don't see her I don't think of these things, so I circle the bonfire until she is invisible, obscured by the roaring flames and swallowed by the darkness.
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I’d like to know where the Maxlings came from
Oh hell yeah I’d love to tell!! ok so I had the concept planned as a comic initially but it really got away from me and got too long for me to actually make, so what I’ve got is sort of a script-lookin thing that I would have used as framework for it. I hope that’s an ok format?? I considered trying to write it into more of a prose/fic format but honestly I like it best like this. Ok enough rambling I hope it’s funny to y’all lmao (also it got. Um. Very long)
First scene is in the middle of a beautiful glade deep in the woods, where Sam and Max are dancing in a crowd of magical-looking fairies, grinning at each other. It’s late and there are fairy lights (teehee) illuminating the area, tables of food and drink scattered around the outskirts of the crowd.
S: wow, quite the day we’ve had, eh little pal?
M: you can say that again, Sam! I mean, how often do you get to save an ancient fairy commune by beating up their evil warlock oppressor?
S: and on top of that they throw this little shindig in our honor! I have to say, I never knew lutes could play such great club music.
M: and I’m living for these hors d’oeuvres! We simply must get the recipe.
Behind them, a pair of fairies in big leafy crowns talk quietly.
Fairy queen: these strangers are so delightfully mischievous.
Other fairy queen (they are lesbians): quite! Truly a pair of mortals after our own hearts. How should we reward them for defeating our fell foe?
FQ 1: hmm…I have an amusing idea. What’s better than two chaos-causing mortals?
FQ 2: ahhh, I see! A marvelous idea!
The queens approach Sam and Max, with several other smiling fairies clustered around.
FQ 2: well, my friends, it has been a true pleasure to have you! Before you depart, my queen and I have a gift for you as thanks for defeating the dreaded warlock Snivellion.
(M: tee hee)
FQ 1: here, please take these.
She hands Max a little package made of leaves and tied with twine.
FQ 1: these magical seeds will grow into a wonderful gift if you keep them warm and safe.
M: well, we don’t have the best record with houseplants…
S: but we’ll happily accept your gift anyway! I’m sure they’ll be fun for the few minutes they manage to survive in the harsh climate of our office.
M: if they live through the trip back in my pocket, that is.
FQ 2: oh, trust me, I’m sure they will be every bit as hardy as the two of you.
Max stuffs the leaf packet in his inventory and he and Sam take their leave, waving to the fairies as they go.
S: so long now! Have fun partying eternally!
M: you know, we never did get introduced—don’t suppose I could get your names?
FQ 1: hah, nice try. Fare thee well, mortals!
FQ 2: farewell!
As they go, we see a shot of Max’s inventory, with his gun and maybe a hammer or something to show that’s what it is. The leaf package sits quietly for a moment, before releasing a tiny sprout.
Several months later…
Sometime in the dead of night, they’re both sleeping until Max stirs and sits up with his ears all lopsided, looking kinda disgruntled and tired.
M: I’m gonna go take a dump
S, not quite asleep yet and regretting it: you don’t have to tell me every time. I actually think I’d rather if you didn’t.
M: but what if I fall in? I’d want you to know what I was doing! :D
S: *half-asleep grumbling*
Max wanders off to the bathroom to perch on the can and read a magazine.
M: oh, Martha, you get me. Mostly because we’ve both been to the slammer
Suddenly a baby wail echoes from the toilet (thank you, mammalian diving reflex) and Max immediately screams, flings his magazine to parts unknown and runs for the hills.
M: Sam!! SAM!!! The toilet screamed at me!!!! I think that ill-advised bathroom exorcism we did instead of cleaning the shower drain didn’t work, we must’ve summoned some kind of toilet ghost instead!!
S: what are you talking about, numbskull? You interrupted a perfectly good dream I was having about a discontinued ice cream bar :(
M: just come help me get rid of it! I can’t go with some spectral peeping Tom shrieking at me!
They get to the bathroom and Max hovers by the door as Sam inspects the toilet.
S: Max, you cotton-brained dolt, there’s no ghosts in—GREAT GALLOPING GEYSERS TAP DANCING ON SATURN’S FURTHEST MOON!
He immediately reaches in to save the weird little wet rat almost glaring accusingly at him from the bowl (it could glare a little better if its eyes were functional yet). Max cringes at him.
M: Jesus, Sam, I know we’re both nasty, but I thought we agreed to leave this level of grossness to me! Wait what the fuck is that thing.
S: well, if my outdated recollection of mammalian biology and your horrifying baby pictures is correct, then I’d say it kind of looks like a neonatal lagomorph. Did…did this come out of you?
M: oh please, I think I’d know if I had something like that stashed away somewhere in here. (Vaguely gestures to himself) Now could you get outta the way? If it was just some weird naked rat that crawled up the toilet to yell at me and not a ghost, then I’d like to finish my business in here.
Sam stares at the little rat-looking baby. It has teeth. Teeth like Max’s. He grabs a towel out of the bathroom closet instead and tosses it in the bathtub, then nabs Max by the scruff of his neck and deposits him on top of it.
S: why don’t you just wait down here for a minute while I get this little thing cleaned up?
M: Sam what the hell I don’t need to be housebroken!! Ugh fine but you’re cleaning the towel if—oh my god there’s another one.
S: SWEET SAINT OLGA OF KIEV SINGING OPERA FOR AN AUDIENCE OF PUPPETS WITH A TIN FOIL SUIT AND TIE AND A CREAMED CORN CROWN
Several escaped kits later…
Sam and Max lie together in bed with the kits on top of them, all wiggling around and squeaking faintly. Sam looks vaguely shaken by the experience, but Max just kinda looks like it’s totally normal.
M: haha I thought you guys were just weird little turds! Well, aren’t all children though, come to think of it
S: and you’re sure they came out of your inventory and not some hitherto unknown reproductive system of yours?
M: Sam, at this point I think I’d be able to tell if they’d been up my ass, don’t you?
S: well, sure, but also that’s not where—
M: and besides, my pocket snacks have been going missing all day and this totally explains it. Look, that one’s still got Cheeto dust all over her face!
Sam looks down at one of the girls, who is indeed very orange.
S: ooh. Let me just clean you up there, sweetheart.
He licks her clean gently. She squeaks in approval.
S: huh! What do you know, that really is Cheeto dust.
M: see, I told you so! I still have no idea how they could’ve gotten in there, though…I mean, they look brand new. And also a lot like us.
S: well, mostly like you.
M: nah, see, this one’s got little floppy ears! And lookit their tails, mine’s not long like that. Oh! And this one’s got your nose!! Oh, Sam, it’s so precious I could just squish her like an overripe tomato! …um, but I won’t, obviously.
S: personally, I find myself rather enamored with their tiny little toe beans. Just look at that! They’re so little…
They both giggle delightedly over the kits for a minute, before relaxing back into the pillows. It’s still the middle of the night and they’re both exhausted.
S: so…if we don’t know how they got there, and they don’t look like they could be anybody else’s…
M: 👀
S: I mean unless we want to take them to the vet to check for microchips or something…?
M: too late I’m already coming up with names and dreaming of all the bad words I’m gonna teach them
S: oh, good, so am I. I guess it doesn’t matter how they got there, then…but you really have to wonder…
Something like a half hour ago…
The kits are sitting in a little pile in the middle of Max’s inventory, the opened leaf package below them and Max’s gun leaning against the wall beside them (it’s bigger than they are). Lacey’s face is covered in Cheeto dust and there are a few remaining Cheeto crumbs scattered around them. They have a brief conversation of squeaks, translated into pictures.
Maisie: >:/ *exit sign, there isn’t an emoji for it but just draw one*❗️(she’s bored and she wants out)
Lacey and Crowbar: :o ???
Maisie starts crawling around determinedly until she comes across some kind of rift in reality, through which the toilet bowl is visible. But not to her, of course, because she can’t see just yet. She immediately plummets out of the rift with a tiny shriek, and her siblings react like :0 there’s silence for a second, before Crowbar squeaks and is translated to:
C: dare you to go after her
L: 👀
And that’s it!! Hdkhsshsg here’s hoping it’s at least a little amusing to y’all because it’s very funny to me for whatever reason hdjshsjhddhdjhfjd
Oh! And as a reward for sticking around here’s one of the other first drawings of them I ever did :’> they were very much inspired by @lillylunala’s drawings of Max as a baby if it isn’t obvious, which you should absolutely check out if you haven’t seen them bc my god she really nailed it heheheeee
#hhhhfhdhdgshgskjfhsgsjjdh little creachers….#I wanted to capture that early comics feeling of them being inexplicably wrapped up in a bizarrely supernatural case#but refusing to explain how they got the case or how they got where they are or how they know these people or anything lmao#y’know just like ‘well max here we are in the enchanted fairies’ woods! better go arrest that warlock’#and it’s like how the fuck did you know to come here. did the commissioner tell you to go beat up a warlock?? since when are fairies real#and absolutely none of that gets answered hdkdhdjdhs#also rip to Maisie falling headfirst into a toilet. second child of theirs to be pulled out of one at birth#sam and max#freelance husbands#the maxlings#asks#my art
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Some thoughts on the 70s & the Wizarding world’s attitudes towards queerness & trans masculinity
Note: this post is centred around my teen pregnancy James/Sirius fic
It’s taking me longer than anticipated to write the next chapters of CTTS because I want to do more research on the 1970s and incorporate more period typical attitudes from now on. It’s been really tough to find info on the lives of trans men at that time other than broad statements about a lack of research and knowledge on trans issues. I don’t want my fic to be too anachronistic, though complete historical accuracy isn’t something I’m aiming for or even want to achieve because fic writing is just a fun little hobby, and I don’t want to get too bogged down by the more minor details. As a writer, I’m much more focused on and compelled by characterisation and relationship dynamics than their external environment, though the former two cannot exist in isolation without the latter.
Now onto the head canons:
James will likely discontinue HRT/masculinising potions due to the lack of knowledge on trans masculine pregnancies plus the typical transphobia in (muggle) medical services. I imagine the WW would see a pregnant man as a bit unusual but, compared to everything else, not entirely transgressive or scandalous, unlike muggle society.
Overall, the WW isn’t overtly hostile to queer people. The magical community is smaller and more tightly knit so I think there would be a vague awareness of queer people, but that’s pretty much it. Again, I imagine queerness isn’t seen as too unusual, but it definitely isn’t as celebrated as heterosexuality since the WW does seem to put an emphasis on bloodlines and, especially in pure blood families, continuing said bloodlines.
After Thatcher becomes PM in 1979, the UK political climate becomes increasingly conservative. Thatcher even passes an act for homosexuality to not be taught/discussed in school, leading to increased hostility towards queer people. Consequently, I think James and his family would be more wary of the muggle world. Sirius would grow way more protective as well and won’t let James go to town etc without an escort
James gives birth at his parents house with the help of a midwife that’s also a trusted family friend
I think James and Sirius would be fortunate enough to not be as affected by the economic decline and political change of the 70s as, for example, a working class muggle family. It’s an integral part of James’ character that his parents were elderly and, by extension, extremely doting and likely permissive too. Mr and Mrs Potter would support them throughout James’ pregnancy and when Harry is born, they’ll play a big part in raising him too. I like to think they would allow J/S to stay in their house until they save enough money to get their own place.
#teen pregnancy au#writing thoughts#wizarding world#prongsfoot#james potter#euphemia potter#fleamont potter
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About the Ikerev Discontinuation
Almost my entire dash is freaking out over the Ikerev discontinuation, so I kinda felt obligated to talk about this a bit too.
If I’m going to be honest, I can’t say that I didn’t see this coming. Even before the release and subsequent success of Ikepri, Ikerev was the least popular out of the 3 ikemen games. I played Ikerev since early 2020, and over the past 2.5 years, I’ve seen a steady decline in the number of players, as well as a decline in the fandom. More and more people lost interest in Ikerev, which is frankly understandable because the English version’s been out since 2018, and it’s really difficult to stay passionate about a fandom after, like, 4 years.
But the thing is, even though I sorta knew this would happen eventually, it still hits hard. Ikerev is undeniably my ultimate comfort game, and even though I’ve been less active in the fandom, I’ve still been playing it regularly. I still get hyped for events, and I still actively save up magic crystals and story tickets and tea & cake sets for those events. I’m honestly not quite sure what I’d do when the events are gone.
I’ve seen quite a lot of Cybird hate for shutting down one of our favorite games, and I get that. Ikerev is only rlly getting cut because it’s not pulling in enough money for them. But at the same time, I want to say a huge thank you to the Ikerev team, for making such a beautiful, amazing game. The character designs, the BGMs, the relationships in Ikerev are so, so gorgeous, and I really appreciate all the time and thought that must’ve gone into creating this game. Also, Ikerev has so many CGs, and I really want to thank the team for blessing our eyes. The stories, too, are incredible, and they bring each of the boys to life with every sentence. Ikerev is their baby as much as it is ours.
I’m super sad that it’s over so soon, but also I’m super glad that it happened. Ikerev has been monumental in terms of my life on social media (this is the first tumblr blog I created and it’s dedicated to Jonah!!!) and also to my mental health, which took a huge dive during lockdown era. Just seeing Jonah on the Ikerev home page made my days brighter, and whenever I start getting really sad I read the saved stories for Jonah, which always brings a smile to my lips. Ig I can still do that even after the discontinuation, but it also depresses me to think that I won’t be adding any more stories to my collection.
I really hope that Cybird starts selling those event story packs again. There’s so many events I’ve missed out on and I would love to be able to read those stories. I also really hope they’ll give us at least a brief outline of Blanc’s/Mousse’s/Dean’s routes, but I doubt that will happen. Most likely, we’re gonna have to fill in plot holes in headcanonland.
Last but not least: this blog will still remain active. There’s probably gonna be a shift from addressing the content itself to addressing my own headcanons, but the blog will continue for as long as I can keep it up.
Get some sleep and drink some water, guys. It’s been a tough day.
#ikemen revolution#ikerev#sending love to everyone struggling with the news#it's valid and it's ok to be upset rn#i had to take the entire day to gather all my thoughts and write them down#no more new official jonah content ;_;#so ig i'll have to produce them myself#i don't mean to be a downer but...#i can't rlly see this fandom continuing for much longer#i mean after the initial anger-fueled headcanon posts#without any actual content#the fandom's gonna struggle#but we'll keep it going for as long as we can#there's still the occasional post abt midcin these days and that game's long dead so
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Hey guys, I just wanted to let you all know the reason why I haven’t been active or uploading anything is not only because of school, but my physical health hasn’t been the best. Yesterday morning it was hard for me to get up and move my arms because they felt heavy, and every part of my body and chest was in pain. I have very mild-severe asthma and other health conditions (I can’t remember the name of them all, but one of them is called costochrondristis which isn’t typically life-threatening…but it has been worsening over the past few months.
It’s a condition that causes really sharp pain in the chest area when I breathe or move around a lot, and it comes and goes. I was at the store with my mom buying a gift for a friend when the sharp pains in my body became really painful and made it hard to breathe that she noticed. She took me to the nearest health facility and was mad I haven’t told her about how I’ve been feeling these past few months and hid it from her and everyone else. She’s taking me to see my doctor and a specialist soon, so hopefully they’ll prescribe something to treat it again, since this isn’t the first time I’ve deal with this condition.
I find it really hard for me to draw or even find the motivation to write since my body tires easily these days cause of the pain and lack of energy. I don’t tell my family how bad it is, to not make them worry even more than they do but it hurts so much that I just want to nap the whole day everyday to not feel the pain anymore. :-( I will be posting the drawings soon, I want to continue cleaning up the messy sketches at the very least for you guys (I’m almost done). Also I started writing the next chapter but I don’t know when it will be uploaded, and I don’t want to take too long…but I don’t know.
I promise that the story isn’t abandoned or that I’m going to discontinue it. I am just letting you guys know that I’m still excited to share the rest of the story until the very end, and am very grateful for everyone’s patience and support, this community is really nice to be apart of. I enjoy writing fun stories and connecting with others who have the same interests as me. And I enjoy drawing (sometimes) but I find it hard to draw these days.
I didn’t know whether or not to post this and share with you guys about something personal to me that I struggle with and have a hard time talking about, but I didn’t want you guys to think I’m abandoning the story if I don’t update for awhile. I’m also debating whether or not to upload this author’s note on ao3 so more of my readers can see it, but I don’t want to get everyone excited that it’s a new chapter when really it’s not, so I might just add this to the end notes on the recent chapter when I have the energy and time to do so.
Uh, I don’t know who is going to see this since I don’t have a big following on here, most of you guys are subscribed on ao3, but if you read all of this, here’s a golden sticker. And as always, thank you guys for all the support and patience. 🥺💗
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Why Reese's?
You know how some people see a really cool rock at the river and have to take it home or else they’ll be thinking about it for weeks until they go back just to satisfy that mental itch?
Reese’s is my cool rock.
It started as a funny idea to collect wrappers and make a scrap book with notes rating the new flavors and shapes. Then there were too many to keep in a scrapbook and this minor hobby turned into several grocery bags full of candy wrappers.
I’ve been collecting Reese’s wrappers since 2007 when they had a big boom of types to see just how many candy niches they could fill. Some flavors were downright disgusting. Some that were amazing are now discontinued and I’m sad about it.
I wish I could stop. But if I see a new style, shape, flavor, or cover art and NOT buy it? My brain itches for days. I’ve been collecting Reese’s for 16 years now. Buying them is compulsion now.
Turning them into posters was an easy way to display them and feel like the project had purpose and direction again. And it’s a neat passive art project I can do while listening to podcasts or Dracula Daily.
Don’t know why my brain latched onto this specific candy so hard. I don’t even like eating them anymore.
#besides Reese’s Puffs Cereal#that shit slaps#I miss the brownie most tho#not the box mix you bake yourself#but a premade brownie that was an inch tall and drizzled with peanut butter sauce#amazing#Reese’s#bjurnberg#Bjurnberg answers
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I posted 3,855 times in 2022
That's 3,609 more posts than 2021!
648 posts created (17%)
3,207 posts reblogged (83%)
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I tagged 1,355 of my posts in 2022
#lr likes your art - 182 posts
#dsmp - 75 posts
#ua reblogs - 47 posts
#lehhohgoeszoom - 34 posts
#cdc reblogs - 29 posts
#cw food - 29 posts
#haha - 27 posts
#yeah - 27 posts
#passing ships - 27 posts
#creb - 26 posts
Longest Tag: 137 characters
#you know i don’t remember what an ost is but there are many people who go by ranboo and followers knowing your music taste isn’t atypical
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
@americans how many blazes are you getting???
i see a lot of post complaining about blazed posts but im in australia so ive gotten literally like none
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#4
you know i rewatched the whole minecraft bu the sky is eating the world thing where mr soot kept saying that he was being an iron slut
i am beign a whore for copper. i need more fucking copper. 64 of those only translate to 7 blocks (and there should be an extra one but there isn;t because... maht?)
listen I have this massive room and it’s made of snow. and copper.
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#3
“At this rate I see literally no difference between kicking your ass out of the balcony and not.”
oh my god.
this is the bullshit that keeps my love of centricide going
how would one describe centricide, genuinely?
EDIT: oh my god I am so sorry I forgot to mention this is a quote from the politi-girl fanfic series on ao3 sorry for forgetting to give credit to @politigirls on ao3
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#2
you know, with all this reboot stuff, i just want to say that the ccs... idk, i feel like they dont completely get how funky the fans are. they’ll be real upset that you tore away the plot and characters and storylines they drew to love with a potential of everything failing more, and many will pull away
but even more so, i think many will stay.
im not sure if they realise that dsmp is really important to a lot of people, and how upsetting it would be to have it torn away after waiting and being paitient, endless fan content and community based around a plot that essentially got “Abandoned Work: Unfinished or Discontinued” slapped on it, but its important enough that even when you mock your fans for being there, even when you fuck them over, etc, etc, they will still watch because it was so good and they care enough and hope enough that theyll keep going until you reach really really shit
yeah lol. idk man
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My #1 post of 2022
for me specifically as a teenager who has asthma, i just. maybe its just me, but i swear it can’t be. asthma is this frustrating creature who you get very sick of very quickly. when i have an asthma attack, i might be experiencing like. physcial struggle to breathe but cognitively im just annoyed and tired, and the most emotional reaction you’ll probably get out of me is just frustration or a little bit of fear if it goes on a little bit too long.
everyone is prickish about it, when i was younger i could never participate in sport and people thought i was so lucky when everything just hurt and my head was always light and the office ladies fucking despised me. no one wants to call it a real disability (what else is it? I dare you, tell me what a disability is), it makes you scared to do things, you dont want to run that race or try that sport because you know you won’t be able to do it. you need breaks while running. inhalers are more expensive the price stacks up over time
like when i have an asthma attack, i literally cannot just breathe. that is the entire problem. i cannot do breathing exercises, it does not matter whehter or not i look you in the eyes, i need the medication for my chronic illness.
i had this whole thing where a bunch of student in primary school like year 5-6 made videos about me, mocking me and calling me asthma attack girl, and pretending to have asthma attacks to be like look at (name) and how much shes faking!! and putting them online and they got a lot of shares.
“stop doing that stupid wheezing thing and just breathe”
“why are you coughing like that? don’t you want to breathe?”
“look at me, no, NO, HEY, HEY, look at me and breathe in- NO NO, BREATHE in and hey no-”
“you just lost control of yourself, you need to stay in control and not give in to the asthma”
like. fuck you. treat us with respect. also because your ableism is easy to clown on.
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“WHAT WAS WRONG WITH VOLTRON: LEGENDARY DEFENDER?”
Where do you want me to start? The subpar action, the clear signs of rewrites, the filler that took up most of Season 7, the unsatisfying arcs for the heroes and villains, the wettest of wet fart endings that literally convinced Universal to let their rights to the franchise expire?
Or should we go with the more abstract complaints like the writers actively undermining the thing in the title because of their admitted dislike for giant robots, the fact that there was never really a consistent tone and that undercuts a lot of the tension and made things that did happen later seem unearned?
This franchise has always had the potential for a grand super robot space opera, this epic war of good against evil, and they've pretty much blown it every single time. Legendary Defender is probably the one that hurts the most though, because it, in theory, should have had all the tools to make it a success, and they blew it completely. Third Dimension had the effects technology of 1995 and while Force is on my spit list for keeping Super Robot Wars W off of these shows, they admitted it was a low-budget show and were hoping a second season would have more money (they did not). VLD had a good animation studio (Studio Mir has bounced back from this quite well with their work on the DOTA series and that Witcher prologue movie). They had good actors on paper (although some of the choices may have made things worse than they should have been). They, theoretically, were going to get a strong merchandising push (which they in turn completely blew to the point the toy manufacturer released a public statement saying they discontinued the line due to low sales).
What failed this series were two things, the writing, and the terrible, terrible action scenes that were so focused on boring hand to hand combat sequences and saw the giant robot as a burden on their attempt to make Avatar In Space that it was difficult to get excited about anything, as well as difficult to care about the characters since they refused to just get rid of some of them for the sake of the story (looking at you Shiro). Then when it was clear they had dug themselves a hole they couldn't get out of, they tried pandering to the Tumblr/Twitter audience which traditionally has never mattered, never bought merchandise, and never added anything of value to anything (you show me a kids show fandom that's primarily composed of Twitter and Tumblr twentysomethings and I'll show you a financial failure. She-Ra and the Princesses of Power, Infinity Train, Twelve Forever, The Owl House, the list goes around the block. Twice).
There's a lot of blame to go around (I personally just think most of the Western writers these days hate giant robots in general, look at the trainwreck that is gen:Lock season 2, for instance), but the end result is a bad show, with hard metrics proving it was unsuccessful, not the least of which was that Dreamworks/Universal abandoned their rights to the franchise, rights they could have had in perpetuity had they so desired.
And I know what a lot of the defenders of this show are going to say. "You're an -istaphoe! You're a cishet mecha fanboy that doesn't get this show was about the characters!" Yeah, but they blew the character arcs too, and honestly, did anything really excite the primary audience in a way that they would come back for more? Talk to the people who grew up watching Toonami, as an example, and they'll usually mention something that stuck in their minds when they were watching. Goku turning SSJ for the first time. 2002 He-Man having the power in a way the 80s could never match. G-Gundam's Shining Finger Sword (Take this! My love, my anger, AND ALL OF MY SORROW!) Voltron was so focused on popping its own writing staff that they never excited the audience, and as a result, the show failed in ratings and merchandise.
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@everythingheard continued for bruce from here for beta
she’s been restless lately, all coursework completed and the student research project she’d been a team member on wrapped up and ready for the next student to take her place. kara’s never done well when she’s had too much time on her hands-- perhaps that’s part of what led to her, bruce, and lex’s debacle with the painting of salomon wayne when they were young and entirely too interested in and resourceful with science experiments. it’s why she’s already spoken with members of the board about beginning another internship at the company. (they’re eager to have at least one of the wayne siblings actively in the building.) she’s not destined for the head seat-- she doesn’t want it-- but until bruce is back for more than a visit it helps the image of the company to have one of them seen. however, the internship doesn’t begin for another few weeks, a rubbish insistence on her ‘enjoying the moment’ before thrusting herself into a new project. so, kara goes back and forth between spending time with alfred-- quite literally hovering off the ground as she helped him with the mid-year chandelier cleaning -- and visiting lex in metropolis. so it’s no surprise when kara begins spinning in her chair impatiently waiting for bruce to reply to her text. alfred’s about ready to forcibly halt the spinning when she pauses at the sound of her phone notification.
[text: bruce] it’ll be the event of the year. *eye roll emoji*
except, really, aside from having to deal with some press and board members at wayne events, kara kind of enjoyed parties as long as lex and bruce were there.
[text: bruce] you think i could get away with not inviting the press?
not every wayne event had to be in the society section of the paper. yet, she’s sure at least one reporter would manage to get in if only for a picture and especially if bruce was seen to have returned to gotham-- if only temporarily. kara’s sure they’ll flood him with questions about when he’ll graduate and begin running the company. maybe they’ll ask if he agrees with the board’s latest decision. she doesn’t think it’ll be fun for either of them if the press is invited. but completely avoided? she didn’t think it was possible.
[text: bruce] maybe just vale.
[text: bruce] we can say it’s a private party, which, it is.
[text: bruce] and.. at least one paper will still get a picture.
smile crosses features at his response. he’ll be there. she’ll get to see her brother again. for how long she’s not sure. maybe she’ll be able to convince him it’s time to come back to the city for good, though she’s fairly certain that even rachel being at the party wasn’t going to discontinue whatever path he was on until he was good and ready to return. bruce never did do things half-way even if that would seem to be contradicted by his revolving door of colleges. but if one knew him, really knew him, they’d know he might not be completing things to other people’s standards but he was completing what he was setting out to learn before moving on to learn the next thing somewhere that offered it.
[text: bruce] alfred said he’s already prepared your plane ticket.
[text: bruce] he also says hi. he’s standing next to me with a smug look on his face because he knew you’d come back, even if it meant you’d have to be at a party.
[text: bruce] for the record. i didn’t really doubt you would even if it sounded like i did.
she spins around in the chair one more time, this time alfred putting his hand out to halt the chair before her legs swing out and bump the table and likely break it-- sometimes she forgot about her strength. then she looks down again and smiles brightly at his last response. when she’d been sent away from krypton she’d been a year away from her first set of trials. it’d have marked the beginning of a new path for her and they’d have had a family gathering with her parents and aunt lara and uncle jor-el. baby kal-el would have been held in their arms and she’d have no doubt begun studying within the science guild soon after. but krypton was long gone and so were her adoptive parents. parents that should have been able to be at her and bruce’s elementary graduation and their high school one too, standing next to alfred who had been at every one telling the siblings how proud he was and how proud they’d have been of them. they should have been able to be there at her graduation on friday. they wouldn’t be because they to had become a ghost of the past but bruce would be and that mattered a great deal to kara. bruce being proud of her mattered more than she thinks he realizes too.
and another thing...
[text: bruce] it doesn’t matter if it takes you another decade to actually graduate. you’re doing what’s right for you. and i’m proud of you too.
[text: bruce] i’ll still tease you though.
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#16 The Last(?) One (Here Anyways)
Thursday July 15, 2022
Hello for the last(?)/first time future mes! Confusing opening I know but if you’ll remember, we made a discord for all of this, many months after the last post! The new place is nice, we’ve got a fuckton of channels for all manner of thoughts and vents, very organized overall really! Unfortunately with that split focus means a lack of, real drive to make an *actual* post/entry, so 3:
But! I have been, revitalized? I guess! Weekly updates! Minimum !! In a new, proper channel!!! Which, unfortunately means a discontinuation of this blog, but maybe not? The main reason for starting the discord was a lack of need to add a date/time due to it being an autofuction but upon further reflection, I still like the format! Plus I think the nature of this is pretty nice, so, maybe infrequent update dumps to here? We’ll see, time will tell.
But updates! That’s what we’re here for! And an apology to my future self for not updating more frequently. That and the evergreen statement of I like having a little time capsule of my mental space at the time of writing! It’s fun looking back every few months tbh.
UPDATES! FINALLY!!! I am writing this with sprained wrists due to too much monhun (and unemployment). Also I’m unemployed! Quit the pillow perfect job (again) to pursue landscaping with my dad (and my friend joey) but joey got fired 2 weeks in roughly, so i was stuck with just my dad and a rotating cast of hispanic people who are, bad at this easy job! For a whole year! It sucked!!!
But, with the addition of carlos (half brother we paid a collective 16k to hop the fence) I was emotionally free to quit! And so here i sit, unemployed with 2 sprained(?) wrists. Avoiding employment.
Also, I have a therapist now! NOT the experience I expected but, in many ways exactly what I expected. Paying somebody, to tell me that I need to leave the house more. And get a job. Also, officially depressed! WOOOOO!!!!!!!!!! YEAAAA BABEY THAT’S WHAT I’VE BEEN WAITIN FOR, THAT’S WHAT IT’S ALL ABOUT!!! Freeing, in a way. To be proven right.
Anyways, there’s so much more but my wrist is KILLING me and the other is fit to join in soon. So for now, farewell, yodiaryshitblows. I’ll visit you and be nostalgic over little egg me all over again some day. Maybe soon! And hello! New discord channel. Home to, well all of these now. And a final hello/goodbye to you, future me. We have our ups and downs but, ultimately, in the end. I love you. I WANT to love you. I know I will eventually. You’re kind, funny, maybe even kinda funny. No matter what, ‘til deletion do us part, these posts are with you. They’ll always be a part of you, hidden away in a corner of your mind. I hope, you remember me fondly, me of the future. The way I’ve done with my past selves, so far at least. I’ll wax poetic about myself more in the future, eventually.
For now though, (after some spellcheck [and a date adding update!! dummy!!] ;P), I love you, and bye!
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About the Apple iPod Touch thing (Rant)
Yesterday, I heard that Apple will be discontinuing the iPod touch.
What do I think of this situation? Well, to start it off, I’m very much against it, because the iPod touch is the only thing close to a cell phone that I like having. Plus, I do NOT want to be forced to have a cell phone again (Fun fact: I actually developed an anxiety disorder as a result of owning one at a young age!). Another thing I want to mention is that in my country (the USA), people without cell phones don’t have equal rights there (and by that, I mean when it comes to signing up for social medias, such as Twitter and Instagram, they’ll give you a verification code, but they require you to give them a mobile phone number for them to do that. They don’t give you an option to enter your house phone number like Google does), and for Apple to discontinue the iPod, it basically means that those who want an iPod instead of an iPhone are screwed.
I don’t want to sound like I’m overreacting, but situations like this really make me paranoid. If there’s one thing I’d like to say to Apple, it’s basically “do better.”
I apologize for the mini rant, but I have to get this off my chest. At least the good thing is that I’ll be seeing my therapist tomorrow, so hopefully we’ll get this settled.
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A couple years down the line, Becky watches as Victoria Best slowly deteriorates day by day as she starts to burn out. Finally succumbing to her stress and having more and more panic attacks
- Victoria is constantly exhausted, she’s less vibrant and passionate as she used to be. Very quiet and reserved. Which soon effected her grades and her parents became more harsh with their punishments and with what they say to her. To say her self esteem was at an all time low was an understatement
- she’d have frequent panic attacks in the bathroom if her grade was less then a 100%. Being the best was no longer a title she held proudly, but something she needed for her parents to love her and her will to live. It was like the need to breath to her.
- Victoria could usually be seen sitting with Eileen, mostly because her and Eileen were on good terms since the two of them were villains and the fact that nobody else would want to sit with her. Eileen was good company to have.
- Becky took note of her deterioration over the years, it was nice not having her gloat in her face all the time, talk down to anybody or get angry at anybody saying they were the best at something (Though they would get glares, but Victoria was just to tired to actually confront them). Which is probably why she hasn’t checked in on her till now. But one fateful day as Becky went into the bathroom to freshen up, she heard Victoria sobbing her eyes out in a stall.
- Becky contemplated on turning into Wordgirl in hopes that Victoria would better listen to her, but she decided that its better coming in as an equal then as a hero.
- Even though Victoria was hesitant and even annoyed that Becky showed concern to her (anybody who was the best wouldn’t need pity) but even her stubbornness and pride were fogged in the pure panic she was in. She got an 30% on a english paper. Victoria showed it to Becky as if it was her death warrant.
- It was a paper where she really didn’t understand what the purpose was, I mean why should the color of the curtains matter?? Even with proper punctuation and a good layout, she didn’t write about the subject the teacher wanted her to. (Which was the wording in the details and meanings in an already complicated book) So the best she could do is a 30%.
- Becky (while not encouraging) asks why Victoria just use her recorder and make the teacher give her a good grade. Victoria replies that it broke, that the recorder was so old and she used it so much when she was little, it wore out eventually. It was a toy recorder after all. (Plus Mr Big Industries discontinued it)
“My parents, they will kill me if they see this grade! They get mad whenever I get a 90%, i don’t know what they’ll do to me if they see that i’m useless enough to fail.”
“Victoria you’re not useless at all! You’re one of the most, if not the most talented person I know. I never thought i’d have to remind you of that.. By the way, if this is a ploy just for me to compliment you-“
“It was never talent, Beckface. It was never taking a break from being the best, it was constant all nighters, it was classes for everything 24/7. If i’m not the best at this dumb assignment, if i’m not the best in my class- Hell, if i’m not the best in my school. Then i’m just a walking lie.”
- Becky, unsure on what to do or what words will actually get through to her, asks if Victoria would like to sit with her and her friends at lunch. Saying they’ll help her with the paper so she can resubmit it (Violet was a poet so she’s good at finding the hidden details in text) and that they can help her hide the paper from her parents till then. Victoria agrees, anything was better then facing her parents.
- I want to end this on a happy note so- Over time, she did manage to get away from her parents and get therapy (her and her brother both) 👍.
(I like to think she gets adopted by one of the villains, but that’s a whole other post on its own.)
#wordgirl#prompt ask#becky botsford#Victoria Best#tw panick attack#sorry if this is like really out of character#I’v watched like two episodes with Victoria#Eileen Wordgirl#long post
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