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mitsuristoleme · 4 months

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I just saw your requests are open so I might as well jump in BECAUSE SKDNDNSN ok buttttt what about sukuna + his tummy having a mind of its own BEFORE you were their wife, like, you know nothing about this man but everytime you come in sigh you hear the most direct cat calling you've come across only to see a man with an expression of "God kill me now" so you don't know what's happening but it makes you really curious so you just... Provoke him? Like, use revealing clothing, put on an expensive perfume, etc. AAAH I Just love that hc of his stomach mouth having a mind of its own istg aaaa

a/n: ok so im gonna write this in a modern au because lets be real heian era Sukuna did NOT care about dating/courting

formatted into a bullet point headcannon post because im having way too much fun with this and nothing is connected in a cohesive form (pls forgive me for that but my brain is going ham with this concept)

cw: gn!reader, cursing, sexual content, bestie!gojo, Sukuna’s tummy mouth is a menace but wbk

imagine you’re a teacher at jujutsu high and a special grade sorcerer (because i enjoy feeling strong and this is a little self indulgent) (yall can choose if you want to be gojo’s classmate or nanami’s it doesn’t really impact anything)

Sukuna gets reincarnated without a vessel (dont ask me how it just happens ok) and to everyone’s surprise, he volunteers to be an instructor at jujutsu high

he says its to “make these pathetic kids somewhat decent sorcerers so they dont ruin the name of jujutsu”

for whatever reason, the higher ups assign him a spot among the teachers at the school

imagine your shock when this 1000 year old 7 foot tall motherfucker shows in the middle of your class to introduce himself as the new teacher

you’d heard about his whole situation but you didn’t expect him to show up in the middle of a lesson

you attempt to shoo him away but he doesn’t even move (i mean what did you expect really?) and you’re forced to end class early

weirdly enough he keeps a hand clamped over his stomach the entire exchange?? you chalk it down to a stomach ache or something (that night you do wonder if curses, or er, the king of curses, even get physical pains)

ok so before i get into the whole thing lemme just-

in my head, the tummy mouth has the humour of a middle school boy and the self control of the dog from ‘absolutely anything’

so yk. its a mess.

you see him the next day in the staff room

hes wearing a starched white shirt (it accommodates all his four arms and you question how he got one made in a single day) and a pair of fitted slacks, looking WAY too good for a curse

you realise you’ve been staring through the glass window if the staff room and finally enter

only to be greeted by a LOUD wolf whistle followed by a “OOOOH HEY HOT THANG” in the deepest, raspiest, most demonic ass voice you’ve ever heard

sukuna looks like he wants to kill himself.

he gets up and leaves the room immediately

you hear the a faint “NO GO BACK AND FLIRT WITH THEM YOU WIMP ASS HOE” in the same demonic voice as he stalks away

and you’re standing there

wondering what the actual fuck just happened

did you just experience harassment in your workplace?? but his mouth never even moved???

Gojo enters the staff room right after Sukuna vanishes and you IMMEDIATELY fill him in on whatever happened in hopes that he would have any explanation

hes confused, curious and amused all the same time

this doesnt mean hes of any help though

no, the piece if shit just laughs at you and goes off to terrorise the first years take class

before leaving he very unhelpfully reminds you that you have to share classes with Sukuna today

you enter the classroom a couple minutes before the students (you literally have 4 students and one of them is a panda god knows what the point of 2 teachers for such a small class is) and find Sukuna already in the room, leaning back on the chair, his legs resting on the table, eyes closed

once again

looking WAY too fine

just as you internally celebrate that nothing weird happened THE SAME OLD DEMONIC VOICE booms a “DAMN BABY YOU LOOK FINE, CMON LEMME TAKE YA HOME”

“wha- I- Eh??? I’m sorry what the fuhck?!?” you sputter, eyes wide

Sukuna has leaped up from his chair, a mixture of embarrassment and murderous rage on his face

he hisses a “shut the fuck up” in the vague direction of his abdomen before turning to you and apologising

“i am so sorry,” he says sheepishly “i owe you an explanation at the very least after two incidents”

“OI DONT APOLOGISE ASK THEM OUT THEY’RE HOT AND I KNOW YOU THINK SO TOO”

“I WILL LITERALLY FUCKING SEW YOU SHUT IF YOU DONT STAY FUCKING QUIET”

and once again. you’re standing there. shook.

Sukuna turns to you again with an expression that clearly says ‘Gods please strike me down right now’ and asks if you know about him having multiple body parts

you’ve heard of the legends and stories: four eyes, four arms and mouths he can will to appear wherever he wants, so you nod

“Well it just so happens that the mouth on my stomach is sentient, and extremely vulgar. Although i’m sure you noticed the latter.”

his voice is a wonderful contrast to that of his tummy mouth

deep, melodic and smooth

he just got even more attractive.

fuck.

you realise you haven’t given him a response and nod dumbly muttering out a quick “uh-huh”

thankfully the students enter at that moment saving you from any awkwardness

what you have recently come to identify as Sukuna’s tummy mouth stays blissfully quiet throughout the class and shockingly enough the silence on the belly front continues throughout the day as you discuss lesson plans with your ridiculously hot coworker

that night as you’re getting ready for bed, you remember the exchange between Sukuna and his appendage (specifically the part about Sukuna thinking you’re hot) and a mischievous idea forms in your brain (hey gojo satoru’s influence was bound to kick in at some point)

the next day you leave the top few buttons of your work shirt undone and put on some of the pheromone perfume you got as a gag gift in an (what you presume to be potentially successful) effort to rile Sukuna up (lets be real you think hes pretty damn hot too)

clap yourself on the back for that one bestie because the second you enter the staff room, Sukuna’s eyes nearly bulge out of his skull and the tummy mouth starts BARKING

and drooling apparently (how do you know? well maybe because the front of sukuna’s pristine white dress shirt is now sopping wet)

“WIFE THEM UP I SWEAR TO-“

the sound of a coffee cup shattering interrupts whatever was gonna come after that

you’re met with Nanami’s incredibly unimpressed gaze

without saying anything he leaves the room, muttering, “its too early for whatever the fuck this is”

well.

that happened.

yall get together eventually

gojo tells you “i knew you wanted to fuck him”

before you can come up with any sort of response, your boyfriend’s stomach pipes in with a “OH HE DEFINITELY WANTED TO FUCK THEM”

this is your life now.

good luck.

a/n: HI IM HERE TOO THIS TIME!! i left the ‘getting together part kinda up to interpretation because im shit at writing the ‘getting together’ arcs but we’re gonna pretend like it was because i want you to be able to go wild with whatever you want

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lavender--fairy · 2 years

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heyy fairy!! (im the anon you talked to in your dm long ago ) i just wanna tell you and everyone THAT I FUCKING GOT INTO THE VOID!! I AM LITERALLY CRYING RN JDCBIJDBCH (long post!!) okay okay so basically i was trying since like 5 months and nothing, i didnt even feel the symptoms that other anons did which made me so frustrated that i cried my eyes out every night. After that my self concept got so down because of all the failing attempts. I decided to keep affirming no matter what, exactly like you told me to do. i affirmed when i didnt feel good, i affirmed when i feel like it wasnt working, i affirmed no matter what and kept trying every night, when i failed i'd still affirm, yesterday was no different day i mean i didnt feel extra powerful or anything i just affirmed for a while and then i slept, after a while i woke up to see myself in a completely black place i couldnt even feel my body and i realized instantly that i was in the void so i affirmed for my desires and decided to come back. and when i got back i felt like crying because after all this time i finally did it!! i was gonna check for my results but i felt exhausted so i decided to sleep when i accidentally knocked something down and when i saw what it was it was THE PHONE I MANIFESTED KDJCBUDHDB!! i literally wanted to scream, but i didnt even check it because idk i wanted to keep it all as a surprise for the morning lol. anyways i woke in the morning and as soon as i did i went to see my face and I STOOD THERE IN SHOCK BROO LIKE THAT IS ME?? THAT PRETTY ASS GIRL IN THEE MIRROR IS ME?? i was so excited omfg. idk even know how long i was just standing there admiring myself and t felt so weird because i never thought i was pretty and then i ran to check my phone and saw that MY BF?? THAT I NEVER HAD BUT NOW ALL OF A SUDDEN DO?? TEXTED ME A GM MESSAGE!! i stalked him for a while and gurl istg i dont think i will ever look at any other guy!! like he is so fucking fineee i was straight up drooling ong. then i thought i was forgetting to check something else that i manifested, until i opened my closet for taking a shower to see sooo many pretty clothes (i just realized i forgot to take the shower and had a fashion show instead byee lmfao) and and and on top of that i also found like a $1000 in pockets of one of the clothes and i already spent some money cause i have no self control. I am just sitting here still processing everything like broo this is real?? ALL THIS IS REALL!! to anyone who needs it: PLZZ PLZZ LISTEN TO FAIRY CAUSE SHE IS THE ONLY REASON I AM HERE WITH MY DESIRES!! keep persisting no matter what!! it will be so worth it, like at this point i dont even remember my struggles i am just so happy and proud. Your subconscious doesnt have eyes, it only listens to what you are constantly telling it, and also please focus on your inner convos i realized that i was talking shit about the void for soo long. To fairy the lmol: bestie you are the only reason i got into the void and no no you cant deny it. i would have given up and would still be crying like a bitch but omg i have everything i could ever want!!

hey butterbean!! THIS IS THE BEST THING TO EVER HAPPEN TO ME OMGG!!! i am so proud of you bestie, i remember how used to tell me that you were on the edge of giving up and here you are!!! omgg i feel like a proud mom lmaoo Guys please please keep persisting and i promise you will be your own success story!!

#law of assumption #manifesting #manifestation #master manifestor #motivation #neville goddard #shifting #reality shifting #reality shift #successtory #the void #manifesation #visualization #affirmations #lavendiary

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enam3l · 1 year

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the big question (rockstar eddie x reader)

4.6k words / pure fluff / suitable for 16+ / a follow up to this / an ode to this one / the events from october mentioned in this fic happen here

a.n: I took a break from this series at the end of December, ending with a cliffhanger to carry on right in the new year. But things don't always work out! I had been going full steam with this series since it started at the end of October and I was burnt out. At times I really wanted to just give it up. However I couldn't quite let this family go. The most amazing part is how many of you have become so attached to this series and have supported me none stop from the start and throughout my break. This series started my first go at fanfic, now there are nearly 1000 of you following. This one is for you, a lot of you know who you are. This is the biggest step in Rockstar Eddie & Reader's story yet. ily all. thank you from the bottom of my heart. enjoy!

you can see all rockstar eddie x reader stories and lore at #enam3ls rockstar eddie or the masterlist! and check out my new series love, lola

There is a hole burning through Eddie Munson's pocket. A small velvet box scorching the leather of his jacket, desperately crying for his attention. It takes everything in him to not fiddle with it and risk drawing your attention. Eddie woke up, limbs tangled in yours after reuniting yesterday after three gruelling weeks apart. You had swept him away with your sexy surprise the moment he walked through the door, distracting him from what he was going to do. Therefore today was the day. Eddie Munson was going to propose.

The ring had been in Steve's safe keeping since Halloween because who better to act as his personal Gollum other than Mother hen Harrington. So early this morning Eddie slipped out of your grasp, grateful several rounds of I-missed-you sex last night had exhausted you, and he called Steve. The plan was set in motion. Eddie nudged you awake a couple of hours later to announce Steve and Marissa were hosting brunch, suggesting you went there before your usual Sunday routine in New York.

It was easy for Eddie and Steve to slip away to retrieve the ring, with you and Marissa instantly falling into your own little world. As you and your friend squealed, from behind you, Eddie's chocolate eyes glared at Steve's caramel ones, which were tearing up knowing what would happen before the end of the day. Marissa dragged you away into the apartment, rattling off her to do list. Despite having lived with Steve in Hawkins for two years now, Marissa had hung onto her New York apartment. You'd always assumed she'd kept it for sentimental reasons, having inherited it from her grandfather. Her and Steve still used it to have getaways. But the sudden decision to sell had you slightly suspicious.

'So how come you've randomly decided to finally sell?' You tried to dig.

Marissa had been your friend for too many years now, her reactions never went unnoticed. Like how at your question she cast her gaze away, pretending to occupy herself with some packing.

'Just... um, finally felt time. And like... could always do with the extra cash...' she rambled.

Your best friend instincts tingled, certain that something was afoot. Secretly hoping the reason is what you want it to be. But you let it slide as you see the blush creep up her tanned cheeks. You're sure she'll spill soon enough.

In the bedroom, Steve retrieved the ring from its hiding place. Attempting to insert the code into the mini safe through teary eyes.

'Why have you got a safe, man?' Eddie questioned, peering over his best friends shoulder.

'I bought it! I wasn't taking risks,' the safe unlocks and Steve brandishes the velvet box, 'you trusted me with this and I am taking my job very seriously!'

With unsteady hands, Eddie takes the box, holding it tight like it might disappear.

'That's... unnecessary but appreciated. Thanks Harrington, you're a good friend... my best friend.'

Eddie's voice croaks with emotion, all the plotting, all the waiting, it's finally about to pay off. The friend who introduced you to him, is now helping him propose. Steve was already a wreck but seeing Eddie's brewing tears and rare sentimental words, push him over.

'You're my best friend too, Munson,' Steve sobs, 'I love you, man.'

Eddie cracks in return, pulling him into a bear hug.

'Shit, love you too, brother,' Eddie sniffles, 'couldn't have done it without you. Survived it all. Done the band... met her. Couldn't have done it myself.'

Steve is near spluttering at the gooey sentiments oozing out of his best friend.

'You deserve it, Ed. Deserve her, deserve a happy ending.'

For a while, the pair just stand there embracing and smacking each other on the back. Eventually they straighten up and dry their eyes before you and Marissa catch them and assume one of them is on death's door.

Despite the sea of boxes, Marissa pulls off an excellent brunch. Some how it was all your favourite foods. But even that couldn't distract you from the bizarre energy surrounding the dining table. Marissa picks at her food like it's poisoned. Steve keeps gazing at you all moony eyed. Then Eddie can't even look at you at all, his shoulders rigid under his tee. You eye them all suspiciously as you finish your meal, something is definitely afoot. By the time you leave their apartment, no one has cracked. The only thing that has cracked is your spine as Steve hugs you goodbye so tightly you wonder if he loves you or is trying to kill you. As soon as you're on the street you turn to Eddie who has become mute in the last half hour.

'Maybe it's a good job they're selling the apartment, clearly there's a gas leak. Everyone's so freakin' weird today...'you rant to a frankly, gormless Eddie.

'Good god. Have you been inhaling it too? Let's go, loverboy!'

You roll your eyes and take Eddie's clammy hand, tugging him along behind you. Internally, he's grateful for your ability to take charge as his nerves have rendered him useless. He follows you hopelessly through the streets of New York. Inside he's praying you just think the coffee didn't agree with him, rather than the truth - which is his mind is racing a million miles a minute over how he's going to ask you to marry him.

Thankfully, you've gone into your usual Sunday market mode. Eddie watches as you transform into a woman on a mission. Carefully eyeing everything that interests you. He finds himself smiling as you lose yourself in an array of flower stalls. Your soft finger tips brushing against even softer petals. There's an endless collection of different types, half he's never seen or heard of before. But he knows you will have. Knows you'll buy a bunch that are alien to him and he'll have the pleasure of listening to you explain their origin and meaning. By bedtime he'll know what they represent, where they grow and every little myth about them. Despite your swooning over the colours or shapes of the petals, Eddie believes no flower holds a candle to your beauty. Amongst the sea of flora, you stand tallest, brightest and boldest. You return, grin beaming and proudly flourishing your chosen bouquet before him.

'Pretty,' Eddie murmurs, 'but not as pretty as you, sweetheart.'

He kisses your forehead and you keen under his sweetness. Both the blush on his cheeks and the nervous bob of his Adam's apple goes unnoticed. You walk on whilst Eddie's brain swirls looking at the flowers you hold proudly. Will those be what she chooses for the wedding? He wonders. Will she even want a big wedding with floral arrangements and table settings? Is she going to throw a bouquet? Who will catch it?

Without realising, Eddie finds himself approaching your usual bench at the park with you. Apparently around the time he had begun wondering where you'd like to go on a honeymoon, you'd bought two pretzels and brought him to the park.

'Are you sitting down, Eds?' Your voice chirps. Pretty eyes wide looking up at him in confusion from where you sit on the bench.

'Yeah, sorry baby. Was miles away...' he remains gazing at you dreamily as he takes a seat. Once his backside touches the wood, you shuffle up next to him, legs swinging over his.

'No worries, my dreamy boy,' you coo.

Pressing a kiss to his already glowing cheeks. Your head rests against his shoulder as you both begin to pick at your pretzels, watching the world around you. Opposite and just a few benches down sit an elderly couple. They lean against each other, near mirroring you and Eddie. Their echoing laughter shows their wrinkles weren't from age but a life worth living. It's a future you've always dreamed of. Considering you've been together four years now - as of this month - you're hoping it's a future that'll happen with Eddie.

'I think...' you pipe up, 'if I'm like that in fifty years, I know I'll have lived a pretty great life.'

Eddie stirs at the sudden sound of your voice. Too focused on listing every shade he could spot in your iris, to realise what caught your attention.

'Hmm? Like what, sweets?'

'Like that!' You subtly point to the sweet old couple. Upon seeing the subject of your daydreams, Eddie's heart twinges. He wants to stand up and scream in the middle of the park THAT WILL BE US, HAVE YOU NOT REALISED I HAVE BEEN SWEATING ALL DAY THINKING OF A MOMENT TO PROPOSE TO YOU. But now isn't the moment to propose. Something just doesn't feel quite perfect yet. It'll hit him eventually.

'You big softie,' he smirks, pressing a kiss to your temple. 'Is that what you'll still want, to be all crinkled and still in this old park?'

He says it as coolly as he can muster, all the while his brain shouts please say yes, please say yes, I'll live in this park until we die if you wanted.

'Yeah... what good is money and fame and success if at the end of the day, you've not got anyone to share it with forever.'

You nuzzle further into his shoulder, praying that he gets the hint. Eddie chuckles, 'I don't know if I'll make it that long, baby. This rock n roll lifestyle takes its toll...'

He's met with a mocking look as you sit straight to stare at him.

'Eddie, honey... you literally sulk if I don't make you a smoothie every morning. You take vitamins!'

He cackles, peppering kisses over your sassy little face.

'Ssh, Y/N! Anyone could be listening. You'll have my beauty secrets on the cover of tomorrow's papers.'

The next stop on your Sunday tour de force is the record store. It's the place Eddie is certain you've both spent most of your income since moving in together. As the chime of the bell announces your arrival, you're met with a cheerful wave from the owner. You've definitely paid to put at least one of his kids through college. Eddie tails behind you as you skip across the creaking floors in search of something. He smiles to himself, this is how it's been since the night he met you; him hopelessly willing to follow you to the end of the earth. In meeting you, overnight he was transformed from a wallowing lonely rockstar into a lovesick puppy. He'd never go back to the way it was.

Already you've foraged a handful of singles and are setting up the record player at the back of the shop floor to listen. A listening area is set up behind colourful beaded crystal curtains. The light from the old big windows refract through them, glittering rainbows across your perfect features. You're a fucking dream, he thinks, as he pulls back the curtain to join you.

Your fingers fiddle to play the first single and the speakers hum with the opening notes to It Must Be Love by Madness. Once the lyrics start you're softly singing along, approaching Eddie with gooey eyes. Hoping he understands how much each lyric resonates with how you feel about him. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you tug him close. The two of you sway together as the chorus kicks in. Both faces beaming with goofy grins. A sickening sight of mushy affection to anyone else outside of the scene. But to the pair of you, it was just another moment inside the bubble you'd found yourselves in since meeting. Eddie takes your hand to spin you around, the finger tips of your free hand brushing against the crystals causing them to tinkle.

As the song builds up to the end, Eddie dips you down dramatically causing you to burst into fits of giggles. His eyebrows wiggling theatrically, pleased he made you laugh. He plants a sloppy movie star kiss to your lips on the final notes of the song. Once he brings you back up, you can't help but take in the beautiful boy before you. His round nose, all consuming smile and those deep chocolate eyes you see your future in. Well into his twenties, he is still effortlessly boyish.

'I think you're the silliest boy on earth, Eddie Munson,' you whisper.

Eddie gasps in faux outrage.

'And I think you'll find I'm a man, Miss Y/N. You should know!' His naughty grin widening causing you to roll your eyes to mask the brewing giggle.

'Can we do the photobooth?' You ask hopefully.

'Ugh! Who am I to deprive my sweetheart. Of course!'

You squeal and skitter off to the old photobooth that sits in the other corner of the shop.

As Eddie follows you, a poster tacked to the notice board catches his eye. Upon seeing the listing, a cartoon bulb virtually appears above his head and lights up. Perfect. He smirks to himself as he walks to find you waiting. The photobooth was an old one the owner had taken from the beachside funfair. For some reason, you absolutely loved it and insisted upon going in every time you came in store. Honestly, Eddie had never particularly cared for being photographed. Inside he was still an awkward rejected teenager who wanted to curl up on himself. When you're continually gawped at for your appearance and for sticking out, you lose the desire to want a permanent reminder of yourself. But now, he didn't mind photos. Not when they were with you. He liked how his smile was just from being in your presence. Liked how he has a physical memory of an adventure together. A frozen moment in time of being hopelessly in love with you.

You push him inside the booth, then clamber on top of his lap before pulling the velvet curtain shut.

'Pull that curtain tight, baby. Don't want the people to see what we get up to!'

You swat at his shoulders. Admittedly, it wouldn't be the first time you would take some none PG photos in a booth together.

'Behave, Munson! Are you ready?'

Eddie nods. So focused on the word Munson falling off your lips he doesn't notice you press the buttons. He's dying inside to call you Munson back. Desperate to officially be a family.

The first flash startles him, ensuring a photo of you looking perfect and him looking awestruck.

For the next flash he sinks his teeth into your shoulder causing you to squirm and burst into giggles.

The next you get him back by licking the side of his face and he looks like he enjoys that far too much.

He wonders if he should ask right now. Have the moment he asks if you'll be his forever, in a photograph forever. But then he remembers the poster that caught his eye. No, he'll refrain. There's an even better option.

The final flash, Eddie pulls you into a deep kiss. The kind where both of you lose your fingers in the others hair. Hopefully, the next time you kiss like that, you will have just agreed to be the future Mrs Munson.

Your smile beams, pleased with the finished product. Another strip of photos together for you to add to the collection you have hanging on a string in the bedroom.

'They're perfect,' you squeal, 'okay, I'm just going to go get those singles and buy them. See you in a min!'

Eddie is grateful to the universe for distracting you and allowing him to spring into action. Once your back is turned he fleas back over to the poster, ripping it off the board and scurrying to the phone for public use. His calloused tips hammer in the numbers and he makes a very important call.

By the time you've left the record store, the sun had hidden behind the clouds. A soft light casting over the city. You swing your joined hands between the two of you.

'So, what's next, Eds?'

Eddie fakes a dramatic ponder, his ringed index finger tapping his lip.

'Well, a little birdy told me that someone's favourite film is playing at her favourite movie theatre...'

Your face lights up with excitement as you gasp.

'Seriously?!'

'Yep! Would I ever lie to you about such serious matters? Wanna go?'

His heart-warms as you practically dance on the spot.

'Yes yes yes!'

Internally he cackles, he knew you couldn't resist. The plan was officially in motion.

It was hard to concentrate, not that Eddie needed to, you'd made him watch the movie countless times. But with the anticipation and excitement fizzing inside, ready to explode any second like a shook up soda, it may as well have been on mute. He's already raised suspicions with you by the way his knee relentlessly jiggled, causing his chain to rattle and the popcorn to spill.

'Ed, I told you to pee before we went in!' You whispered passive aggressively in his ear like a mom.

God, you'll be a great mom he thinks, although he's never pushed the topic. Always assuming if you wanted kids you'd tell him. He'd raise a herd of sheep if that's what you wanted, he's so hopelessly stupid for you.

There was no need to watch the movie when he could watch you. See how the screen reflected and flickered in your sparkling eyes. How they lit up at your favourite moments and how he'd catch you subconsciously mouthing along with the romantic declarations. He wanted to make a romantic declaration, a perfect movie moment just for you. You were the strongest person he knew - somewhat terrifying at times - however inside you were soft and sweet. That was never more obvious than when tears sparkle in your eyes at the climax of the love story. Nothing made Eddie feel more privileged than knowing you opened up that soft centre to him. Trusted him with that most vulnerable part when so many people before had tried to poison it. You were it for him.

It's quiet in the lobby when you skip out of the screen, the hand that clutches Eddie's is sticky from candy.

'Enjoy the movie?' He asks innocently, internally chuckling that he's merely buying time. You spin around to plant a sugary kiss on his lips.

'Always,' you hum, 'never gets old. Thank you for watching it with me again.'

Eddie grins, he wants to declare how he'll watch it over and over with you until the end of time - but he's not giving up the game yet. So he just smiles and returns the kiss.

'Okay, I'm gonna pee before we go!'

And with that you pad over the sticky crimson carpets to the bathrooms. The movie theatre is verging on an artefact at this point, but it has become a beloved refuge for the pair of you. After meticulously picking a quiet corner of New York where you could exist unbothered, your first weekend in your new home was spent seeking out what the area had to offer. That's when you found it. Aged and grand with a delicate carved stone front. The only identifier that a building so beautiful was a movie theatre was the old manual listings board. It quickly became a quiet haven to waste away your days in. Watching niche, bizarre and forgotten films alongside regulars; half of whom as old as the building itself.

As soon as you disappeared into the bathroom, one of the staff swept past Eddie. Inconspicuously whispering,

'Operation the big question is ago, everything is set!'

The message was followed by a small thumbs up, mirrored by the other staff stood behind the concessions stand. It was happening. Eddie Munson was going to propose.

His sweating palms went to check the small box was still tucked into his jacket pocket. Check, still there. He ran over everything he wanted to say when he asked the big question. Then a couple times more, just to be sure. Oh god, he groans to himself, why is this the longest pee she's ever taken. He's a man on edge! But still, double check on the speech. It's not like he's been assembling this declaration of love gradually since meeting you in that dingy bar four years ago. As if it's not the sentiments that have made up the majority of Corroded Coffin's lyrics ever since.

By the time you exit onto the street, Eddie is perplexed that you haven't notice he's shaking like a leaf. He retracts his hand from yours, earning him a sulky pout and he tries desperately for his words not to tremble like his hands.

'Have you got your camera, sweetheart?'

You quirk a brow at the random request.

'Um, yeah? It's in my bag somewhere...' you trail off as you feel up the fabric for the rectangular shape. Once you're satisfied it's there you look back up, face still puzzled.

'How come?'

'Wanna take a picture...' Eddie bats his lashes, giving you his sweetest look. He sees the suspicious squint in your eye and hits you with some smooth talk to keep you just where he wants. 'Cos my girls lookin purdyyy.'

Just like magic, he cracks you, causing a giggle to overtake your skepticism.

'Well, if you insist. S'pose I shouldn't deprive you of your muse,' you poke at him as your pass the Polaroid over.

I can't believe this is working, Eddie's internal voice screams. He shuffles back towards to road. Angling the camera so the cinema can be seen perfectly behind you. The soft lights from the billboard and the setting sun casting an ethereal glow over you.

'Do I have any chocolate or anything on my face!' You panic suddenly.

'No... you're perfect,' Eddie's voice breaks as he speaks but you're distracted as you pose.

The camera flashes and captures the most important moment of your lives so far and you're completely oblivious. You scamper over towards Eddie, grabby hands seeking the freshly printed photo. He gnaws his lip as you wiggle with the developing photo.

'So silly, Eds, why did you want a pictur-' you trail off as the picture emerges on the paper. Eyes squinting then widening. You look to the photo, then to Eddie, then to the photo and then finally you turn around.

The cinema's listings board has been rearranged. The title of the film you just watched and the timings have been swiped off now replaced with the words

'SWEETHEART WILL YOU MARRY ME?'

A noise between a gasp and a sob gets caught in your throat.

'What the fuck?' You whisper.

When you finally turn around, Eddie Munson, your boyfriend, the strange rockstar in a bar you met by sheer coincidence four years ago, is down on one knee with a small box in his hands.

'Eddie...' you croak.

He raises his quivering hand to stop your words.

'Y/N, I know I never shut up but just let me speak first...'

You nod, all words lost anyway.

'Y/N, I have spent my whole life feeling not quite right, not quite good enough, not quite whole. I never had a real family, never managed to live a normal life. Went through hell and back... literally.'

His voice wavers and tears prick, the same as you at the mention of his childhood and the place that nearly stole him before you ever got to meet him.

'By some miracle, I managed to get a second chance at life. The band worked out and I accepted that was more than I ever could've asked for. But I still wasn't whole. But it was better than I ever thought someone like me could get.

Then at a random show, back in the town that tortured me, something I can only believe is a miracle happened. The most beautiful being I've ever seen appeared. You. And by some stroke of luck, you saw me. You saw me in a way no one ever had and ever has. I spent that whole night with you and for the first time, I felt that hole inside me begin to fill. And I chased you to Chicago because it was you, you were what was making me whole.

You were the missing piece. I can't believe I get to have a life with you and I can't imagine a life without you now.

You're my family, the family neither of us have. I want to make that official. Want to give you the family you've always deserved.

Y/N Y/L/N will you please, marry me?'

Your tears have long escaped your eyes, now a wet trail runs down your pink cheeks. Eddie's brown eyes seem bigger and brighter than ever, in them glimmers every shade of brown. In them is your future. You push past the lump in your throat.

'Yes, Eddie, yes. Of course. You're everything to me. I think it would've been a yes when you followed me to Chicago when I met you for just the second time. It was always going to be you. Always you. Yes, please,' you sob.

'Oh thank god,' he sobs in return.

'Now, please get off the floor- this is New York!' You laugh, tugging him up by the wrists and pulling him into a kiss.

His plush lips crashing to yours passionately, both of your brushing cheeks wet with tears. It feels like the first kiss of the rest of your life. Suddenly, Eddie pulls away.

'Oh, shit, I forgot to give you the ring!' His panic makes you giggle.

The soft velvet box, he'd been gripping finally reveals the ring that had been in hiding since October. The treasure inside causes your breath to hitch.

'Eddie...'

'Can I?' He asks nervously as if you hadn't said yes.

His big hand holding yours, thumb running over the finger he hopes will signify you're his forever. You nod and he slides the ring on perfectly, as if it was meant to be. The ring is breathtaking, delicate and unique, clearly vintage with a story.

'It's... it's gorgeous. Baby, where did you get it? I just - I couldn't have picked one more perfect.'

Eddie blushes. Now he's truly about to expose how much he's thought about this moment.

'I remember we once went to some pawn shop and there was this big display of second hand jewellery. I caught you looking at all those rings... looked so sad. Told me how you were always jealous of people who had family heirlooms like that. You never had one cos of your family. Didn't have a history to pass on. And it made you sad people would give that away. So... I saw it and I thought maybe we could rescue someone's heirloom and make it our family's. Start a new tradition y'know.'

You're not sure how or when you stopped crying that night. The love you'd been harbouring for Eddie all these years finally began to spill over. Never in your life had you felt so loved for who you were to the core. Now you got to spend your life with him. Perhaps the tears stopped when your bodies were tangled together that night. Becoming the epitome of making love. As you both panted the promise of your future, the magic words drawing you closer to the edge.

'Mrs Munson.'

That was your future. Eddie was your future. Everything you hadn't had growing up no longer mattered. You were at the beginning of your true family, The Munsons. Both of your eyes fluttered heavy with sleep, dreaming of the prospect of how the Munson family would grow. But that was a conversation for another day.

Before sleep finally takes you, a question comes to you.

'Eds?' You whisper into his chest. He sleepily hums in response.

'When did you get the ring?'

He can finally reveal his secret now.

'Last year... in October. Steve's been harbouring it for months. I found it in California near the recording studio,' he chuckles. Proud of his cunning and for not cracking sooner.

Of course he's been planning this. Yes, you think, I’m the luckiest person in the world to feel loved like this. You fall asleep laughing with him. The pair of you delirious with exhaustion and love sickness.

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kynmoonlight · 8 months

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Bard's Broken Heart

I present: 1 motif of what I’m calling “Bard’s Broken Heart Lace”

OK, not quite, but still a cool design. Inspired by this post from Tumblr user @loki-is-my-kink-awakening https://www.tumblr.com/loki-is-my-kink-awakening/723753602720661504/oh-my-gods-are-these-the-hearts-hidden-on?source=share Who noticed that the trim on Jaskier’s shirt in Season 3 Netflix Witcher is little hearts! And a reply (sorry OP, I can’t find it now) noted that they’re very symbolically, hearts that are divided!

So anyway, I got crafting-obsessed and had to try to figure out how it was made and attempt to recreate it.

Which lead to research on historical lace-making and needlework.

[Disclaimers: this is all my best guesses as an amateur crafter, not a historical expert. I know my stitching is uneven, especially the pin-picots, which I just learned last week]

by the way, crafters or fic writers looking for historical fibercraft reference, check out Project Gutenberg’s (free!) The Encyclopedia of Needlework by Thérèse de Dillmont https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/20776/pg20776-images.html SO much fascinating stuff!

First, based on the clearest photos I can find (ie not very) I’m guessing the actual trim was machine-made, because a) the stitching is really even and smooth and tiny, b) handmade lace would be extremely expensive, and c) TV/Movie costuming needs multiples of every garment, especially for something like a delicate chemise Jaskier wears running all around the continent for a whole season.

My first guess and attempt was crochet, which wasn’t it, then thought it might be tatting or bobbin lace, which also weren’t right once I looked up images.

I finally settled on whitework cut-work embroidery with some needle lace techniques for the edging. Which I think gave me a kind of close facsimile. This one is about 1-½ x the size of what he wears (because that’s the limit of my aging hand steadiness, crafting magnifiers, and the materials I had.)

This one motif took me probably two hours, including many screwups and tangles. Not including drafting, blocking and snapshots. With the right materials and one done for practice (as it was only my second project in whitework and first try at needle lace!) one heart would take around an hour. For someone whose lifelong job, all day every day, was embroidering lace trim, they’d probably manage a meter/yard or two of the actual size trim, which I’m guessing is how much is on that shirt.

So in-universe, this still wouldn’t be a cheap piece of clothing, with at least a full day of skilled craftswomen wages for just the lace, plus finely woven, printed fabric that (I think, historically, that would have been block printed by hand), and additional seamster time to make it up. Modern-day equivalent would probably be easily USD $1000 if not 2x that. Our boy is making good money as a now-famous bard! (I suppose in a universe with magic, it could have been magiked, or magically duplicated after an expert created a template, but I suspect that would cost as much as handcrafting anyhow)

If I get bored and the crafting bug hits me again, I might try to make a whole edging this, maybe on a handkerchief.

Now, what do I do with one lace heart? I settled on starching it and attaching a safety pin back, so I guess if I ever go to a convention I can wear it as a pin so fellow Witchercrafters and Jaskier fans know how much of a nerd I really am.

I could write up direx with step by step pictures if anyone else really wants to try it.

#the witcher #fanart #fan crafts #netflix the witcher #witcher season 3 #needle crafts #costume details #lacemaking #witchercraft #jaskier

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mymainwastoocluttered · 1 year

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Mad Father (Deuce Spade)

Thank you for 1000 followers! Hope you enjoy the Horror Event!

NOTE: I only write for female reader but everyone is welcome to read it!

I was forgetting to tag you, I'm so sorry, ANYWAY, requested by the lovely @societyslostone

⚠️ WARNING: spoilers for Mad Father, if you don't know the full story of the game, I recommend you play/watch a gameplay of the latest version before reading this.

“I got you!”

Deuce pulls his girlfriend with all his might, Aya clutching his jacket in an attempt to pull both of them. (Y/N) tries to kick off whatever invisible force is pulling her foot, her nails digging on Deuce’s skin. They struggle for a few moments before whatever it is finally lets go and returns to the shadows of the mansion, and the older girl scrambles to get up and throw her arms around him, shaking like a leaf. Aya is no better behind him.

“Shh… it’s ok, I got you. You’re safe, we’re safe,” he tries to comfort her in a soft voice, rubbing her back. “Are you hurt?”

“My ankle hurts a bit, but other than that I’m fine,” she answers in between deep breaths.

She squeezes him one last time, he promptly answers, before letting go so she can give the little girl some attention. It’s adorable how Aya throws herself at (Y/N), and how the older girl hugs her and plays with her hair, cooing assurances so the girl won’t cry. In any other situation, Deuce would be daydreaming of their future together, married and with a kid that looks just like Aya—the girl could pass as a member of his family, after all, with her dark hair and blue eyes.

But right now, the three trapped inside this castle-like mansion with demons and ghouls wishing for their deaths is not a good situation to daydream of the future.

“We need to keep going,” (Y/N) takes the words from his mouth, giving the little girl one last pat on the head before putting her down.

“Right! We need to save Father!” Aya claps, giving them a brilliant smile as if what just happened is a normal occurrence, which probably is, since they had found her already running around the place all by herself.

All because of her precious Father.

Deuce wants to scoff, but he doesn’t want to upset the girl. (Y/N) had told him many things from her world, including the plots of some of her favorite games. He can’t remember all of it, but he remembers the gist of Mad Father: the killer father and his sick obsession with making his daughter into a human doll so she would never stop being beautiful that resulted in him experimenting on many many unfortunate souls. And all those souls then come back thanks to a curse by his late wife, Aya’s mother, all wishing for one thing only: the death of the mad doctor and the daughter who tries to save him.

Deuce wishes Aya would just stop trying to save her father and leave. She’s a bright girl, she surely would be alright, and Maria is still alive. More than that, now she has Deuce and (Y/N), and the Prefect of Ramshackle is certainly resourceful, while the boy is capable of carrying any task entrusted to him with tunnel vision. She would be fine.

But she refuses because she just loves her father so much despite fully knowing what he has done.

Deuce will never understand that.

He dislikes his father for leaving his mother to fend for herself while pregnant, he can’t imagine himself ever caring about a man who has tortured and murdered dozens—maybe hundreds—and enjoyed it.

“Her father is not the only problem,” comes the voice of his lover, and he doesn’t bother to wonder how she knows what he’s thinking. For someone without magic, she sure has some odd skills. “In fact, I’d say none of this would be happening if it weren’t for her mother.”

The boy looks at his girlfriend, but her eyes refuse to leave the girl, who’s now trying to talk with a mysterious raven. He holds her hand tightly and she holds his back just as tight, keeping her voice low as she tells him about Monika, Aya’s mother, her cult, her love for cruelty, her desire to see Aya turn into the monster her father is, and how Alfred, said father, was somehow the one who wished that Aya became a kind girl and turning her into a doll was the only way his unstable mind found after his wife tried to undo his attempts to teach the girl right from wrong.

“... so they’re both terrible.”

“Yes. They both love Aya deeply, but they’re both terribly twisted, and it shows in their love. That is the great tragedy of Mad Father.”

“... and Aya is like them…?”

The girl finally looks up to him, and he feels like he just swallowed rose thorns. Sorrow and despair grasp every nerve in his body and mangle it in their cold fingers until he can feel nothing but numbness.

“She’s not… exactly like them, but… in the future, she takes the idea of ‘sparing people of pain’ a bit too far…”

Another ball of rose thorns goes down his throat at the implications. Deuce feels nauseous, so much so that he actually stumbles, leaning his body on hers. Aya turns to look at them and he almost feels like screaming and cursing and begging her to stop before she can start, before she becomes a reaper to avoid becoming a monster. He gets it now, he understands it now, the horror of Mad Father, the horror of the Drevis family.

The inevitability of their madness.

He takes a deep breath and forces a smile, calling the girl. Aya practically skips her way to them, and the three leave hand in hand, with the little girl in the middle, like a little family walking around their big house and not two teens and a child trying not to die in a maze of insanity and demise.

Deuce can only hope that their presence in this mansion is not brief enough that she forgets what he plans on telling her.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst imagines #twst x reader #x fem reader #deuce spade #deuce spade x reader #horror event 2022

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blueicequeen19 · 2 years

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CONGRATS ON 1000!! 14, 17, and 30 for mean Rafe ?!:)

I’ve already done all 3 of these so I’ll pick 3 more with Dom Rafe (;

“I’m afraid i can no longer remain professional”

“You have no idea how much I want you right now”

“I won’t bite. unless you’re into that sort of thing”

1000 Followers Smut Blurbs

“I won’t bite. unless you’re into that sort of thing.” I joked but the look on his face was anything but amused. The vein in his forehead looked about ready to burst. I opened my mouth to apologize when he suddenly got to his feet, tugging off his suit jacket and walked around the desk to the office door and locked it. The click was deafening. I opened my mouth again but he cut me off with a stern look.

“I’m afraid i can no longer remain professional.” Rafe moves in front of me and leans against his desk, not bothering to hide the steel rod between his legs. My mouth is suddenly dry and my pussy.. soaked. I once again try to find words but he moves abruptly to my side, scaring me to silence. What was he going to do?

“What is a man supposed to do when you come in here dressed like that? Your buttons on your blouse are about to pop, that skirt looks painted on, and those fuck-me-heels? Not to mention that delicious shade of red on your lips that I’d love to see smeared all over my cock.” I feel like I’ve just been punched in the gut. What did he just say? I swallow.

“Rafe.” He immediately holds up a dismissive hand.

“Stand up.” I obey. He points to his desk.

“Bend over.” I obey again. What’s gotten into me? There’s no way this is part of the interview. I was only trying to appear playful, not this. A large hand slides over my ass and my eyes widen in disbelief.

“You will call me Mr Cameron or Sir. You will buy blouses that fit and aren’t see through. You will wear slacks, not skirts. Although it’ll be a challenge for me, I’ve already witnessed enough men looking at your legs today. The red lips can stay but you might want to keep it on hand for special occasions.” I gasp when Rafe fists the slit in the back of my skirt and rips it all the way to the top.

“Don’t scream. Or do.” A loud smack echos, my ass cheek burning. He just spanked me. Im too stunned to make any noise or stop him apparently because he does it twice more, rubbing away the burn after. I can’t breathe as he slides my thong to the side and groans at what he sees.

“You have a pretty pussy.” Rafe says and I blush all the way down to my toes.

“You have no idea how much I want you right now.” It sounds like a warning and although Im partially frozen in fear, the need for more holds me there tighter.

“You’ll come to realize that bad girls get punished with me. Hence why you got three slaps for your wardrobe. But you’ll also realize, that good girls get rewarded and since you’re such an obedient little thing, I’ll reward you.”

A long finger circles my clit and my knees nearly buckle. I press my face into the pile of papers on his desk as he touches me softly. Finally his finger makes its descent and I feel myself clenching in anticipation.

“Such a greedy little thing. When was the last time you were touched properly?” Rafe asks and I can barely speak.

“Never.” A noice like I’ve never heard before rumbles in his chest as he circles my desperate hole. I hear the clink of a buckle and the purr of a zipper and I know what’s about to happen.

“I have a meeting in 20 minutes so this will have to be quick. You may cum this one time without permission, after this you must always ask. I don’t use condoms and I don’t pull out so I hope you’re on the pill.” He slips the head of his fat cock through my pussy lips and I gasp, attempting to turn to get a good look at this thing but he pushes me back over the desk. There’s no way that thing will fit. Who was this guy? It begins to crown me and I groan as Rafe keeps a firm hand in the center of my back.

“Fuck. Let me in. Open up for me. I know you want it.” Rafe growls and I moan louder as I shift my stance and he continues to fill me. Once he’s half way in he starts to rock back and forth, helping to open me up more before pushing the rest of the way in. I’m so full it hurts. He’d definitely put all the other guys I’d slept with to shame.

I fight to fill my lungs with air.

Did this mean I got the job?

“Are you ready?”

“Yes, sir.”

#smutwarning #rafecameron #rafe fanfiction #rafe outer banks #rafe smut #rafe cameron smut #drew starkey #outer banks smut #outer banks x reader

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aloyxtilda · 11 months

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If Tilda came back, even in hologram form, would she take revenge on Aloy? Would Tilda try to kill Seyka so that Aloy could feel the loss of a love? I don’t know why I got this very dark fantasy...

This is a good question! I honestly believe Tilda loves Aloy too much to attempt anything negative against her after her failed attempt. I believe if Tilda comes back, she will have learned that Aloy has made her decision. I think Tilda needed to try what she did even if it failed. Because her regret of not trying hard enough to take Lis with her, tortured her for a 1000 years. Fighting Aloy was like fighting her regret. It must have felt relieving to finally do what she felt she should have done before. Now that she tried, she can't say she didn't. So what happens now is on Aloy and Tilda has no choice but to accept it. Maybe even join sides with Aloy to help. However, I think some jealousy would happen between Seyka and Tilda. Adding tensions and awkward emotions or stares. I don't think Tilda would harm Seyka. Part of me sees her saving Seyka just to get Aloy to trust her again. Maybe compete to show off against her. Both of them showing off to win Aloy's attention. I don't think Tilda would want to emotionally hurt Aloy intentionally or have any desire to harm Seyka.

Nemesis however, that we don't know. How will Tilda in Nemesis behave? This could go good or bad. Tilda almost felt compassion for Nemesis when she explained what it must have been like for it to be locked up. Maybe Tilda feels for a part of herself in that thing. Understanding a piece of it. She knows why it chose to do what it did. She seems to sympathize with it. So, I wonder how Nemesis Tilda will react to Aloy and Beta not knowing either of them exist. Seeing Aloy with Seyka, 🤔 Things could get very dark or end up in a twist. We will have to see.

#thank you for asking #tilda van der meer #nemesis

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thevindicativevordan · 4 months

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Any thoughts on Rebirth era of Superman?

Short answer is that it brought me back to the character after I had stopped reading, due to an unending stream of low quality crossovers derailing everything. The long answer is more complicated.

Tomasi's Superman run is like a Yin-Yang symbol. First half is all good except for one bad arc. The back half is all terrible except for the finale. First half does a great job of balancing the wholesome family vibes with horror and action to keep the tension high. Yes you got Jon Kent as a cute kid - Jurgens may have been Jon's father but Tomasi was his daddy in terms of fleshing him out, the Jonathan Kent to Jurgens Jor-El - but Tomasi really put the kid through hell. He accidentally kills his own cat with heat vision, and boy were some people butthurt about that. Personally I loved it, events like that sold me on the struggle of raising a kid who has Superman's powers but not Superman's control.

Jon had a lot of fire and spunk to him, not as much of Lois as I liked (I still firmly believe he should be a Spider-Man type shit talker because of Lois, not a "I know you're better than this" like his dad), but him slugging Damian was a hoot. Tomasi's Clark for the most part was fine, he got that Clark could be an angry dude like when Clark was ready to kick Bruce and Damian's asses after they kidnapped Jon, but Tomasi's Clark was usually pretty flat and Jon was the clear main character. The weirdness of Hamilton simmering under the surface that culminated in Black Dawn was great, like Stranger Things before Stranger Things. Kathy and Jon were cute together. Oh and Tomasi writes a great Manchester Black, that scene of Black freezing Supes heat vision midair to light a cig then sending it back in his face? Hilarious! That his master plan involved trying to corrupt Jon into being the Superman he wanted made sense, and fit with the run's focus on Clark attempting to guide his son into becoming a hero.

The bad arc for the first half was Multiplicity, terrible story with boring filler art. I defy any of you to tell me who the big bad of that story was without looking it up. A multiversal Supermen team up should've been one of the standout arcs, but instead it became a precursor to the back half of the run. Whenever Tomasi tried to focus on just Clark, he clearly didn't have much to say, and the whole story ended up as a weird tangent that went nowhere and never amounted to anything.

After Black Dawn however, we got months of boring filler where Supes clashed with Sinestro and went on a vacation to D.C. with Jon and Lois where Tomasi unleashed his inner boomer to complain about kids not respecting the troops enough. Imperius Lex was a lame way to wrap up the SuperLex storyline, that should've come as a result of Lex refusing to accept that there are lines heroes don't cross because his ego won't accept anything bigger than his own wants. What should have unfolded as a slow disillusionment on Lex's part over the limitations being a hero in the Superman mold places on him, instead became a rushed arc where Lex rage quits because Supes doesn't trust him enough. Thankfully the finale was strong, the Bizarroverse arc was great, Tomasi found that balance of humor, wholesomeness, action, and horror right at the end. Scene where Bizarro bails on his son hit hard for me, and all of the Bizarros were funny to read. Issue 45 where the Kents leave Hamilton hit hard even though I was ready for a change.

Jurgens Action meanwhile was mostly mediocre. Only two arcs stand out in my memory, one good, one awful. The good one was the Godslayers arc where Jurgens amusingly did a better job of handling the Civil War 2 premise than his soon-to-be successor Bendis did. A nice story about Supes grappling with his distaste and distrust of Lex vs. his want to believe Lex can actually change. The other arc solidified Jurgens as the worst Zod writer for me, it's the Booster Gold one right before Action 1000. He loves MoS so why the hell does he insist on writing Zod as only being able to scream KNEEL instead of going with the much more nuanced Shannon portrayal? I am a fan of evil family man Zod though, kudos to Jurgens for that. Other big problem is that the Booster Gold arc is all about Gold stopping Supes from going back and changing things because he needs to accept that the past is the past... except when Lois, Jon, and Sam all get killed while Superman is away, then Gold goes back in time and prevents their deaths without any acknowledgement of how hypocritical that is! It's feebly justified by Gold with Supes already giving up so much (which I guess amounts to Gold being ok with time travel changes if the scale is small enough), but come on Jurgens, way to undermine your very own story! Jurgens Lois & Clark mini remains his best post-Triangle Era Superman work imo.

Of the two major crossovers, Super Sons of Tomorrow was awful while Superman Reborn managed the impressive feat of making none of Superman's origins canon (because Johns dragging his feet with Doomsday Clock meant they couldn't recanonize the Legion of Superheroes), but at least Gleason and Mahkne's art was great. Last time Mxy got to play a major role in anything, and I remain amused that Jurgens of all people ended up using Mxy for a similar purpose to what the Superman 2000 crew wanted to do to his era. Man got the last laugh on Morrison, using Mxy to wipe out New 52 Superman until Morrison and PKJ folded some of that era's ideas back in.

By the end Rebirth was in the same spot the New 52 was where I welcomed another change. Some good ideas - namely Jon, Kenan and the Reborn suit (God I miss that suit) - came out of this era and for that I am thankful. But it's not the ideal era for me the way it is for some, and nostalgia has made people forget that it often stumbled in the same way the New 52 did.

#superman #superman rebirth #peter tomasi #patrick gleason #dan jurgens

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yukikorogashi · 1 year

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Remember my friends, there are always going to be a bunch of haters and naysayers out there. And even if you also receive love and support from the other side, the former just LOVES having the stronger grip over you. Love knowing that what they say and think of you, ends up affecting you way more than the love and belief that you get from others. Making you think that you have nothing... that you, are nothing.

I need to start by saying that I know I’m not one of the greatest and most talented artists/designers out there, and know that I have a long, long way to go (And yeah, I welcome that journey, and of course look forward to learning more, and to continue improving!). But more importantly... getting here has NEVER EVER BEEN EASY in the first place. I am indeed progressing and am indeed reaching those dream goals of mine, but not without tripping over more than one obstacle everyday.

I have had lots of people laughed and looked down on me over the years, all from different age groups, areas of expertise, etc. People from other occupations laughing that I wanted to work in this area, instead of studying for a “real job”. One of my own art teachers even flinging my final year project down to the ground, and nearly even stomping her foot down on it, before storming right out (She was having a bad day, but it still wasn’t right for her to personally take it out on my art at the time). People that just... never took me and my skills seriously, but still think it was perfectly okay to take advantage of me and treat me like shit (Like my first supposedly real job out of college, that I was abused at for nearly a year, and only got paid $1000, that I was told I was even lucky to receive, in the first place).

And don’t get me started on how after drawing for decades now (Ever since I was born), I’m still hardly noticed on any of my Social accounts for my art to this very day. But, you know what? That sort of thing doesn’t matter that much to me these days... especially when all the clients I have worked with up to this point, are people that I personally reach out to through emails and stuff. Granted, it took a lot of time, but I am happy to say that I have mostly (MOSTLY) grown out of my self-hating phase. Because constantly tearing myself down, especially when it comes to anything I achieve, is just not the way to go, my guys. 💦

... And also, I will say that I am really lucky that I can share anything I create with a few very, very close pals, my dear friends who are always nothing but excited and supportive of me... Besides learning to hate myself less (And love myself more), I have learned that these are the people matter so much more, the people I should be tuning my hearing aid to.

So yeah, this goes back to one of my past posts, about being KINDER TO YOURSELF. About actually seeing and accepting that you truly are PROGRESSING, no matter how slow it may seem at times. Be prouder of yourself, GDI! Why are you spitting down on yourself, for actually putting in those attempts??? For actually TRYING? You are actually working so much harder than you realise!

But yeah... I am still drawing, despite all of that. I am still doing what I do, because...

I fucking love what I do, so, so much. Despite how hard it is (AND GOD IT IS HARD, DRAWING IS HARD, LOL!), despite how much I have to deal with, up to this very day. Despite how many times I have to survive on a few pennies, during some extra though periods... And this effort and perseverance has gotten me to FINALLY work with clients in time. And I hope to work with more in due time, as I continue down this path...

Anyway, don’t stop. DON’T YOU. EVER. STOP. When it comes to doing what you love. Get back up, ALWAYS GET BACK UP, whenever those folks try to trip you over.

And make sure you start listening to the folks that are actually CHEERING YOU ON, including yourself. Swing all that LOVE in your heart for that thing like a pillow and smack those haters in the face with it, before continuing your way towards your goals!

#(I don't know if I should put this in my posi//tivity tag because I am mentioning a lot of depressing things I have gone through)#(But the main message is)#(If you love something very very much-- don't you ever give up)#(What you create adds more beauty to the world itself)#(So DON'T YOU EVER STOP)#(Where are people who just want to hate and laugh are honestly wasting their time-- especially if they arent even giving constructive fb)#// long post #❄️BECKOWSKY SPEAKING! ❄️#❄️ QUEUE ❄️

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twopoppies · 2 years

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Hi Gina, you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to but maybe you have some insight.

I’m thinking about having kids in the next few years and I kind of want to just have them myself. My parents were so focused on each other and their relationship dramas that me and my sister were definitely not prioritised and when they eventually broke up when we were teenagers there was a real sense of “the family is over if we’re not all together” from my mum and she kind of checked out, we’re still close but she says she sees me as more of a friend than a daughter which I feel weird about. Anyway, I know I do want to have kids and I’m nearing 30 which I know isn’t old but I’m thinking ahead to the next 5 or so years. I want to have kids to be a mum, not to be a physical proof of my relationship with someone.

Basically do you think it’s possible to have kids by myself, everyone I speak to says that’s so sad and I just need to wait to find the right partner, and a lot of mums I know have said it’s not really possible/is hell without a partner. I can do it financially but people are saying I’m naïve to think I could cope emotionally.

Oh babe, I don’t know if you really want my answer. I don’t have the most rosy take on being a parent. But you asked for it, so…

I know this is going to get long, but I’m on mobile and so I apologize for not being able to put this under the cut.

If you don’t want ugly truths, don’t keep reading.

In my opinion, having a child and not having a partner is not “sad” and it’s not necessarily bad for the child. Plenty of people grow up with single parents and are just fine. I assume you’ll end up doing fertility treatments which can be difficult (physically and emotionally) and expensive (all in all, ours was probably about $35K 16 years ago and I was lucky enough to got pregnant after 2 IUIs and one IVF). Then it was almost $1000 a year to store the embryos we didn’t use (that maybe be based on location and quantity… I have no idea. But it surprised me how hard it was to give up the embryos even though I knew I didn’t want any more kids. It took me about 10 year to finally give them up).

I don’t think anyone has any idea just how hard and how expensive raising a child is until they do it. And if you have a child with special needs of any sort, you’ve just exponentially increased the difficulty and expense.

And I know everyone assumes their child will be healthy and “typical”, and I hope that’s the case for you. But things aren’t like they used to be. I’m not talking about just the difficulty of affording the typical — clothes and school and braces and a phone and little league and birthday parties etc. I swear nearly every parent I know has a child with some sort of disorder which means a need for special programs outside of school, a need for therapy, a need for tutors, special schools to accommodate their needs…

And I know if you don’t have kids you may be thinking I mean them being handicapped or not learning to read on time. But what I mean is things like having a child who has such severe anxiety and body dysmorphia that they have to go into residential treatment at 15 for more than $50K a month. Or a child who’s diagnosed with autism as a toddler and would not be able to communicate without one parent giving up their career and devoting every penny the family has to working with the child until they were able to successfully integrate into “regular school” (but that work never really ends because at every step there are new challenges). Or a child who is sexually assaulted by their cousin at 12 and deals with it by cutting, attempting suicide, and getting addicted to oxycodone by 13.

I didn’t just pull these stories out of the air. These are just three close friends of mine. And I could continue for pages and pages with other stories about the neurological testing to determine learning differences and the pain and uncertainty that comes with deciding to put your second grader on anxiety meds. Obviously I do have some friends with “typical” kids, but this is the kind of shit that happens to “nice” “normal” families who just thought it would be wonderful to be parents. And these moms all have partners… if they didn’t, I don’t know how they would have made it through.

And I haven’t even begun to talk about the emotional strain having kids puts on people. If you want to be an involved parent, and are the sort of person who’s aware of how their behaviors affect others (especially developing babies) that means having to deal with your own childhood trauma because parenting your child will very likely bring everything up for you. Even little things you didn’t remember or thought were no big deal. I could go on and on about the self-doubt and the resentment and the disappointment and the loneliness of being a new parent some people feel. Having to cope with that while also having to meet the needs of a small child (let alone multiple small children) can be overwhelming.

Oh, and don’t forget the absolute shit storm that that literally no one tells you about pregnancy and giving birth. From post partum psychosis (and almost dying) to loss of sex drive (for years) to changes in literally everything from hair, skin, allergies, loss of tolerance for foods you once ate with no problem… and yes, again, those are just a few stories from people I know. I was very lucky to have had an uncomplicated pregnancy (even with carrying twins), but I was also able to stop working at the time and do many things to take care of myself.

And I’m not getting into what having kids does to a marriage/partnership since you’re talking about doing it on your own, but I could write a dissertation on that, too.

So, I’m not saying all of this simply to be a Debbie Downer. And I really adore my children. They’re awesome people. But I think there is so much of a fantasy that’s created around the joys of pregnancy and parenthood that so many jump into it without really understanding even a fraction of what could result. Literally they only thing I thought about is that I would be tired in the beginning. 🥴🥴🥴 (meanwhile, my son didn’t sleep through the night for FIVE YEARS).

Yes, it can be done without a partner. But it also can be an extremely emotional, tiring, stressful, complex undertaking. Without having people around who are as invested in your child’s well being as you are, you may end up without your needs being met often enough (which isn’t good for anyone. Including your child). So, given what you said about your family, it sounds like you might not have family you feel comfortable helping raise your child while you work. Because, unless you’re independently wealthy, you will have to work and your child will have to be left with someone (if not family, then a nanny or daycare). And that’s another dissertation I could write because I’ve literally been through it all.

I know this isn’t what you were hoping for. But I wish someone had really been honest with me all those years ago. I could at least have prepared myself better.

Best of luck making your decisions. ❤️❤️❤️

#rape tw #parenting 101 #parenting truths #infertility #oh my god and the cost of college #here in the states it’s insanity

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superpixie42 · 2 years

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Hey Everyone!

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Read "Guardian Fluffball" (Canon, G - approx 1000 words) under the cut

Takes Place Following the Tsubaki Arc (between episodes 64 and 65)

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Kagome wasn’t sure how she knew it - probably from too many months on constant alert in the Feudal Era - but she knew that dog was following her.

Just at the edge of the peripheral vision the same small brown and white street dog trotted along. His ears swiveled about, focusing on the busy street around them but his eyes were fixed on her. He had fallen into step as soon as she left the school gate, and now as she approached the shrine steps he made no attempt to continue on without her. Instead he slowed down and parked himself at the bench for the bus stop at the base of the hill, his eyes following Kagome as she cautiously made her way up the steep steps.

In the morning he was there again.

She noticed him as soon as she took her first steps out of the house. He didn’t sniff at her, so she didn’t think it was her lunch he was after. And he never got close enough for her to try and touch him. He was always just there. As she crossed the street in front of the school she slowed and watched as he suddenly turned and ran back up the street towards the park. She furrowed her brow. She desperately wanted to follow him, but she had a physics exam to barely pass. Kagome shook her head to clear away the paranoia and braced herself to face Newton’s Third Law.

But now that she was looking for them, there seemed to be dogs everywhere.

A short dog was black sitting on the other side of the fence during gym class.

A long, lean yellow dog was walking past her classroom window every thirty minutes.

And as she finally started her walk home the same tan terrier reappeared only to stop just at the stairs again.

When Kagome went to bed that night, she still couldn’t shake the feeling that she was being watched. She double checked the window, peering out onto the grounds. Not seeing any lingering canines she locked the window, drew the curtains, and fell into an uneasy sleep.

The dogs kept showing up all week. Were they always there and she just missed them? No, she was sure this was a new phenomenon.

As she ran towards the school - the same tan terrier close at her heels- a horrible thought slammed into her. What if it was the jewel shards? She usually left them at home, but after the incident with Tsubaki, it just didn’t seem safe to have them anywhere but pure on her person anymore. She clutched at her throat, feeling the weight of them hanging on a thin silver chain.

Kagome took a deep breath and focused, feeling all around for any inkling of demonic presence.

THERE.

It was faint, but Kagome could just barely sense a youkai nearby – in the same direction as the park her canine stalker always went once she got to class.

Abandoning all hope at paying any attention to her teachers, Kagome quickly turned tail and followed after the terrier. As the park drew nearer the tingle of demonic energy grew stronger and stronger. How had she missed it before? But as she followed the dog through the park and towards the tree line along the back fence, she realized why this particular energy hadn’t felt like danger before. She glanced around to be sure she was alone before shouting “OSUWARI!”

With a heavy crash, Inuyasha broke the tree limb he’d been siting in, and smashed into the ground. The small dog came and sniffed at his face, then started to dig in the pocket of his hakama.

Regaining his mobility, Inuyasha peeled himself up and brushed the dog away. “Yeah, yeah, ya mutt. You’re so concerned.” The dog yipped, again going to Inuyasha’s pocket. Rolling his eyes, Inuyasha pulled a small bit of meat and tossed it at the dog. Pleased with his payment, he trotted off and laid down in the shade at the edge of the treeline.

Kagome crossed her arms, tapped her foot, and waited.

Inuyasha blushed, but remained on his haunches actively not looking at her. But she was sure he could sense as she raised her brow at him.

She waited. He broke first.

“What are ya staring at me for, huh?”

“Are you going to tell me?”

“Tell you what?”

“Why you have every dog in Tokyo following me around!”

“Ain’t it obvious?”

“How would it be obvious!”

“Because you left me no other choice!”

Kagome blinked at him, not following at all.

Inuyasha sighed, dragging his hand down his face in frustration.

“You won’t let me follow you to school. But I can’t just let you wander around on your own ya know. Every time I blink you get hurt. Or kidnapped. Or possessed!”

Kagome instantly bristled with frustration, but Inuyasha’s body language gave her pause. He sounded frustrated, but he looked exhausted. How long had he been this on edge?

“Are you still upset about Tsubaki?”

“Of course I’m still upset!” he shouted back, standing and starting to pace. “You almost died! And all because I wasn’t paying attention and-”

“That’s not true and you know it!”

“It is true and you know it. You don’t feel safe anymore - otherwise why would you lock your window now?”

As he realized what he said his face turned bright red and he turned to Kagome with wide eyes.

“Not that I would know. But it seems like the kind of thing a weak human would do when there wasn’t anyone there to protect them.”

Kagome bit her lip to keep from laughing. “I locked my window because I thought a pack of dogs was after me.”

Inuyasha’s blush deepened. “I thought if it was the same one all the time you’d get suspicious.”

“It was the same one, Inuyasha.” “Yeah, well, he got a little overeager.” He glared halfheartedly over at the sleeping terrier, “They were supposed to take shifts.”

Kagome took the three steps to close the distance between them. “So,” she started, leaning into his personal bubble, “when does your shift start?”

He raised a thick eyebrow at her. “Ain’t you got a test today? And I’m not allowed at your school – apparently.”

Kagome shrugged. “I’ve already missed the test and I’m pretty sure showing up this late would make the day a wash anyway.” She held out her hand, “Come on, let’s go home.”

“Think your mom has any ramen?” he asked as he walked behind her, letting her pull him while maintaining his trademark nonchalantness over the intimate contact.

“I have a better idea,” she said, “let’s stop at the store and get something special. After all, a good guard dog deserves a treat.”

#helping hand weekend #my writing #inuyasha fandom #inukag #trying to think of a better title before i post this to AO3 but this is the one I've been using in the doc and now it's all I can think of

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no-terfs-no-swerfs-no-fascists · 2 years

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I was waiting for local papers to come out with anything half-decent before I posted anything about it, but since that ain't happening, I'll make do with The Guardian because they're the only ones whose article mentions that our Prime Minister, an out butch lesbian who openly lives with her partner and they have a child, has not only done nothing for the community, but has actively worked against it.

So.

Basically, our war criminal Prezz is terrified of what the fash will do now that he and the Gov can't escape finally admitting that Kosovo is an independent republic and that they've just been beating a dead horse and using the Kosovo Serbs as a political token they fully intend to sell out the second it's profitable for them personally, so he's trying to appease them by cancelling EuroPride.

This potentially means a return to Pride as a protest... and all the violence that will come with it.

The first Pride was organized in 2001, after the "democratic" changes in Serbia, but it ended with a BRUTAL beating of the participants by right-wing groups, football hooligans, and cops. I thought about posting photos, but I didn't want to disturb anyone, and they're googlable.

The second Pride was planned again in 2004, but the organizers canceled it after the March Riots and the burning of mosques in Niš and Belgrade, and it won't be until 2009 that there would be another attempt. This one was blatantly sabotaged by the Government, who abruptly made the decision to move the parade to a location different from the one originally planned, applied, and approved of, effectively making it impossible to hold the event.

The first SUCCESSFUL Pride Parade was held in 2010. And by "successful," I mean nobody got beaten up during the event. However, members of numerous right-wing groups, football hooligans, and members of clergy lined the sidewalks to counter-protest, and people who took part in Pride hound themselves yelled at, threatened, spat on, had various objects thrown at them, and banners with hateful messages were visible everywhere.

In 2014, the first Pride that truly went without any incidents (although counter-protesters were still around, they were drowned out by the sheer number of Pride participants, over 1000 of them - which may not sound like a lot to you, but compared to previous attempts, it was PACKED). The following year was not only the first consecutive Pride, but the first Trans Pride event was held, too.

Pride has been held every year since (although in 2020 it was held in the digital spaces due to COVID-19), every year with new events added and more people attending. The events themselves were safe, although counter-protests keep being held and, unfortunately but predictably, a lot of people get bashed on their way home from Pride.

This year, Belgrade is supposed to be the host of EuroPride (think of it as the Olympics of Pride events in European countries), and about two months ago, serious and constantly escalating attacks on both the community and the organizers have begun to crop up, mostly from right-wing politicians (ie, almost all politicians), but also other right-wing groups and, most recently, the clergy.

I didn't talk about it much because, unfortunately, all that shit is so normalized here that if I did, I'd be talking about nothing else (and, frankly, the past two months have also been extremely difficult for me personally, too). But this shit needs to be talked about, needs to be out there, and you need to know about it from me, as for a lot of you, I'm likely the only person who lives in Serbia that you know.

All if this came at us amidst a scandal of Pride events being pay-to-enter for the first time ever (except for the parade) and a lot of people being justifiably PISSED at the organizers, who are also the leaders of the biggest LGBTQIAP+ NGO in the country, which is a whole nother can of worms that I, honestly, don't have the energy to get into (and I'm supposed to be working anyway, so I should probably bring this story to a conclusion already).

Wish us luck, everyone.

We need it.

Badly.

#serbia #pride #europride #pride 2022 #europride 2022 #LGBTQIAP+#belgrade #balkans

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moth--knight · 4 months

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HEY YOU!! DEAR FRIEND!! ANSWER ALL OF THOSE AO3 WRAP UP QUESTIONS!! (if you want... Lol)

HEY YOU!! I SHALL DEAR FRIEND!! THANK YOU FOR ASKING!! (under the cut tho cause this is long)

How many words have you written this year?

If my math is correct.....150k words. omg? last year it was 98.7k so I wrote more this year somehow. neat!

2. How many works did you publish this year?

Published 21, but worked on 24 since three of my fics were multichapters that I started last year :)

3. What work are you most proud of (regardless of kudos/hits)?

Hmm....probably a three way tie between superstition, severed, and sunday best. superstition I am proud of for actually attempting to write, since it is a proper multichapter with a plot and everything (lolsies). severed was a delight to write and I am very proud of how well I captured the elden ring character relationships despite being nervous to try. sunday best I am proud of because it was a risk to write in a VERY different fandom than I was used to, and I think I did a pretty ok job!!

4. What work of yours has the most hits?

desert hearts, with 3,429 hits. it is a thousand hits ahead of any of my other works haha. people really liked it ^-^

5. What work of yours got more feedback than you expected?

severed and wolves without teeth. neither got a ton of feedback, but I expected them to get none hahaha. so the handful of comments from people were really nice!!! OH and my yellowjackets fic, the world's the same, but something's changing. it got a ton of kudos, way above my average in my main fandom.

6. Favorite title you used

superstition, from the song of the same name by the band The Birthday Massacre. the song fits the fic and its themes perfectly. I also liked but this island's run by sharks, children's bones stuck in their jaws, which is a song lyric from I Love You by Fontaines D.C.

7. If you use song lyrics, which artist’s songs did you pull from the most?

I pull from a lot of random artists, but I think I pulled from Mannequin Pussy more than once this year. such an awesome band, everyone should check them out!!

8. Pairing you wrote the most for this year?

Bayonetta/Jeanne <3 same as last year!! it is funny to see my fic count for fandoms because Bayonetta definitely dominates. as she should. teehee.

9. Favorite pairing you wrote for this year?

Rosa/Jeanne, for my fic accelerate. it is such a unique dynamic, and writing a toxic and vindictive Rosa twisting the heart of a stubborn Jeanne was really exciting. Not a pairing I love or would write often haha, but it was the most interesting one I sunk my teeth into this year for sure.

honorary mention to Barbara/Melissa from Abbott Elementary. I always feel intimidated attempting to capture them faithfully in fics, but god I adore their dynamic. shoutout to the many very talented writers in the fandom!!

10. What work was the quickest to write?

I don't know, actually. almost all of my oneshots under 4k I wrote in one sitting over the course of an hour or two. I write pretty fast when I have an itch for a small idea. but I will say I wrote A LOT for superstition very quickly. the first five chapters were written before I started posting, and were all written within a month or two.

11. What work took you the longest to write?

definitely whistle lingers inside of your chest. it was a WIP from last year I finally finished after a long period of teeth grinding editing, and honestly I am still not 1000% happy with it. from start to finish it probably took me at least seven months. funny, since it is only 4k lmao.

12. How many WIP’s do you have in your docs for next year?

*shaky smile* well....................at least 15. ahahahahaha. superstition is obviously my "big project" with a planned 20 chs and might not even get finished next year. right now we are on ch 5, so we shall see. I have a lot of smaller oneshots planned and/or half written. mostly for bayonetta, but I have a few for abbott elementary, bloodborne, portal, and elden ring.

13. What’s your longest work of the year?

superstition. right now it is sitting at 25k and I have plans to release another ch before the year is out (hopefully!!). longest not-multichapter was severed, at 13k. shoutout to skelebotanicals for typing up the 90 HANDWRITTEN PAGES of that fic's first draft. a true hero.

14. What’s your shortest work of the year?

acquired taste, a silly gift fic for skelly. it was a whopping 397 words.

15. What WIP are you taking into next year with you?

superstition !! *crying screaming throwing up* but quite a few of my oneshots will definitely be done in the first few months of the year since those are all in the editing stages already and aren't too long.

16. What’s your most common “Additional Tags” tag?

hurt/no comfort, probably. sorry.

17. Your favorite character to write this year?

*in balder's voice* ROSAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!! Bayonetta Origins gave us some more crumbs about her, so it was a delight exploring various facets of who she is/who she could be. the most fun characters to write are ones that are technically in canon, but essentially become OCs since so little is known about them imho. lolsies.

I also really enjoyed writing Barbara Howard for Abbott Elementary!! she is SO specific and such a delight to crack open.

18. The character that gave you the most trouble writing this year?

Malenia and Miquella. huge thank you to Wilmaa for giving me some advice when I was shaping their interactions in severed. and to be honest, Bayonetta herself!! I always find her difficult to capture, despite her being my favorite character. Or maybe that is why she is my favorite....hmm......

19. What’s one pairing you want to explore next year?

Chell/GLaDOS :D TOXIC ROBOT HUMAN YURI ! ! ! ! !

20. Which work of yours have you reread the most?

maybe king of silence? I just really enjoyed it. feel good with only a touch of angst.

21. How many kudos in total did you get this year?

I am too lazy to count. A couple hundred, probably. I write for small fandoms, so any interaction is a gift and a joy :)

22. Which work has the most comments?

desert hearts, of course. but I reply to every comment, so my comment count on ao3 is always half of what it says, since the other half is just me haha.

23. Did you do any collaborative works this year?

till death do us part, with dubhgloinne >:) what does it say about me that my only collab work is a raunchy smut fic published three days into the new year?

24. Did you write any gifts this year?

ya!!!! I wrote gifts for dubhgloinne, XilianX, Wilmaa, and skelebotanicals. I think six in total? I really enjoy writing gift fics, but they always make me nervous. what if the recipient doesn't like it !?!?!?!?!?

25. Did you receive any gifts this year?

YA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I received three this year, from Wilmaa, Dikhotomia, and TheValaxy. I feel very very very blessed that all of them wrote such wonderful fics and were kind enough to gift them to me......Wilmaa and Dikhotomia enshrined the best parts of desert hearts from their own perspectives, and TheValaxy reawakened my love and need and desire for Knight!AU bayojeanne. THANK YOU MY FRIENDS <3 <3

26. What’s your most common category?

F/F easily (lesbian moment!) but I have enjoyed writing more Gen works this year :)

27. What do you listen to while writing?

whatever music is itching at my skull in the moment. some artists this year I really loved and found motivating include Mannequin Pussy, Florence + The Machine, Rina Sawayama, Atarashii Gakko!!, the Nova Twins, Fontaines D.C, and King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard.

28. Favorite work you wrote this year?

that is like asking me to pic a favorite child.....guh. maybe accelerate. I really enjoy my weird fucked up AU fics. night, I stand walked to accelerate could run. the morgana/rosa fics were also fun tbh.

but honestly I really loved all of my branching out fics for other fandoms. sunday best + moon river for abbott elementary, severed for elden ring, wolves without teeth for bloodborne.....fond of them all.

29. Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

literally anything from severed. I was really proud of the descriptions in that piece.

also, this opening bit from sunday best:

Melissa watches with bright eyes as Ms. Barbara Howard makes her way across the parking lot, smiling politely and greeting every person who crosses her path. The day is overcast, and the ground is still wet from the previous night’s rain shower, but that’s fine, because Barbara herself is brighter and warmer than any sun. She’s radiant in a modest dress the color of fresh cut daffodils, her usual pearls laid carefully about her neck, lips painted in a muted plum. It’s September, and starting to get chilly, but Barbara looks like summer, so much so that Melissa thinks she’d be just fine without the protection of her trusty leather.

30. Biggest surprise while writing this year?

that I can branch out and write for other fandoms!! I was shocked at how I was able to find the unique voices for a lot of different characters outside of the bayonetta fandom....happy I took risks cause they paid off :) I think I also am surprised as just how much I have written haha. I love writing so much, and it is hard to believe I went so many years NOT writing for pleasure.

#asks #ask game #moth writes #THANK YOU ABBY FOR ASKING THIS WAS FUN TO ANSWER AND REFLECT ON ! ! ! !#i need to write more...........my brain is sparking like a fork in a microwave with ideas #next year i'm going to aim for 200k perhaps.....haha jk......UNLESS-

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absolutebl · 2 years

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Thanks bunches for the response! It's incredibly sweet of you to take the time to do this for a random ass person online. Hope you know you are loved and appreciated! :)

Firstly, with your point on Cherry Magic and Old Fashion Cupcake, I agree! They were so close to being perfect, with everything, including all the conflicts and narrative beats being nigh on perfect in execution. They just failed to deal the deal for me.

Hence why I put them in the close enough list. Only the first 6 shows I mentioned nailed the landing for me.

Regarding your reply to my second question, do you see any way to resolve this issue regarding the post-honeymoon phase for the viewers? Is there any way it could be presented engagingly without going full WBL2/Tharntype 2? Are there any BL's that actually attempt to linger on a couple **in** a relationship and the problems they may phase in the first season itself?

As for if I grew up watching much anime, not really lol. I got into BL in my early teens and that was my first exposure to Japanese media via Yaoi/Shounen-ai manga. After a while, I had to reconcile with my new found queer identity and BL, which (back then) was not very queer affirming. [This isn't just Japanese stuff, I read a lot of Thai Y Novels with the help of Thai friends who graciously would let me in on group reads and translate for us while we translated Japanese works for them]

In general, the structure of anime doesn't tend to bother me much. I enjoyed Given a lot and had fun watching Sasaki to Miyano without too many qualms (except the singing in Given cos I hate BL and signing together).

As for Disney stuff, it's real hit or miss imo. I tend to not like it that much though so yeah. Tangled is my exception though. I love the movie. That and Beauty and the Beast.

Youa re spot on in saying that I don't like the classic structure of romance plots unless the final conflict is something that has long been established and has been creeping up at the couple. What you say about Korean stuff sounds VERY unappealing to me. It kinda sounds like WYEL territory which completely lost me with its ending. Not that I was head over heels for it anyway.

Regarding 1000 Stars, I've watched it, but found it to be kinda drab and dull fornsome parts in the middle to the point where I struggle to remember much of it. Hell I don't remember much of that show AT ALL. Only the touching scene where Mix counts the stars, vague flashes of the airport, and then a **very** hazy vision of their reunion. Nothing else. The show felt truly meh for me. Mainly due to the compete lack of chemistry to me between Earth and Mix. I sincerely just couldn't see it at all. That, and Earth's acting leaves...a lot to be desired. His "deffo-real-beard" was HILARIOUS though. The narrative itself seemed decently paced if a touch long winded from my recollection. Then again, I can't recollect for shit so I should probs rewatch. Also, PhuPha is quite literally the SOLE cause of ALL conflict in the show and I hate him for it.

Thanks for the recommendations on Moddy Arthouse stuff. I do love me some of that!

I've already watched YNEH, TCMDOC, and the Pornographer. I haven't gotten into Vitenamese stuff because My Cinderell was so clearly underfunded, it suffered hugely for it. And that is still held up as peak Vietnamese BL. I'm watching Want To See You now and my god is it extra. It is truly CAMP. The way the women are portrayed, golly.

This is to ask if Goodbye Mother is good.

As for the rest,

- L:LOTL because I cannot STAND Akira lol. His decision was close to irredeemable for me and I hate the way the denouement is done in either version. This is why I prefer His the Movie. It got to take it's time to unpack the singular issue between Shin and Nagisa and give us some form of satisfactory resolution to the conflict. Here's me on reddit ranting in an exaggerated tone about L:LOTL, where I'm left to fight in the TRENCHES for defence. (I really shouldn't have tried to be comedically exaggerative in the post lol. I got FLAMED.): https://www.reddit.com/r/boyslove/comments/vgae27/am_i_the_only_one_who_didnt_like_life_love_on_the/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share [WARNING: This isn't a good look for me lmao], and Here's a comment where I defend my hypocrisy for liking His but not L:LOTL if you care lmao: https://www.reddit.com/r/boyslove/comments/vlfens/my_review_about_the_japanese_movie_his_2020_share/idv9hud?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share&context=3

- Not Me I felt was sorta shallow and faux deep. While I appreciated the attempts to highlight systemic failures in governance that lead to the corruption ridden systems that take hold in large parts of South and South East Asia, allowing for moguls to rule with impunity, I felt that the politics lacked nuance and self awareness in action and most importantly, it failed to show consequence, which is truly where the large majority of the injustice lies. The romance and stuff was fun I guess. Gun KILLS it this time aswell! Love him as Black. Wish we got more of that Gun instead of White Gun imo.

- Manner of Death is a show that I enjoyed watching, but never finished because I love bringing a series and this series in particular felt unbingable. I'd get through a few epsidoes, get bored and quit. Then a few months later, restart, catch up, watch one more episode, feel fatigue, and quit. Rinse and repeat. I'd love to finish it though.

- What Did You Eat Yesterday is something I've heard of a lot. I know the manga is in my to-read list. Will get to it.

- Isnt Great Men Academy body-swap? No thanks if so.

Now finally for the bromances, I'm simply not brave enough to commit to 300 million episodes of content, only to potentially deal with het fuckery AND not get ANYTHING out of it. I know some of these things are supposed to be implied and queer coded but to what extent? How explicit is it? How shrouded is it? Cause I'm sorry but I'm not watching a 30 episode buddy cop type dynamic series as a substitute for good BL.

Jesus I type too much. I need to touch grass.

[Had to send this as an ask because character limits. Dear lord.]

Do you see any way to resolve this issue regarding the post-honeymoon phase for the viewers? Is there any way it could be presented engagingly without going full WBL2/Tharntype 2?

Many experienced and brilliant romance authors have tackled this one with mixed results. The nature of romance as a genre makes it very difficult.

I think, the conflict in the second season needs to be external and set up by the narrative and world building to work successfully. So, for example, even though I know it was a toss away because the actor refused to return, I didn't mind Color Rush 2 removing Yoo Han, because it total made sense he might be kidnapped, trapped by his family, or otherwise messed with given the sinister nature of the CR universe. I'd even be fine seeing a different actor portray him in a 3rd installment, again because plastic surgery or on-the-run visual shift works for the story, (so long as the new actor could convey the same kind of physicality as Hwall).

Another example:

I would have had TMS2 take Korea’s homophobic culture to task with a plot that had paparazzi exposing Seo Joon as gay and then the extreme public fall out. I would have had Ji Woo totally unable to deal with the negative fame (because of his past trauma and shy retiring personality) and flee for THAT reason. This would have made both characters more sympathetic (and still pining for each other), just torn apart by circumstances beyond their control. And I would have ended it with Seo Joon tragically having to give up his career but happily shacked up with Ji Woo in increasing obscurity in a countryside restaurant and small community that has learned to accept and protect them (ah la His the movie).

Are there any BLs that actually attempt to linger on a couple in a relationship and the problems they may phase in the first season itself?

You mean they get together like halfway through? Hum. Well Secret Crush On You, any BL where one half of the party has a super important secret or that tackles the fake relationship trope. Because of it’s style (that you specifically said you probubly wouldn’t like) any 4 act structure (or show that borrows this pacing style) so Chinese bromances and some stuff out of Korea, will do this, but still inject dumb break up conflict in the final quarter.

Also any BL that is more soap opera-ish will do this, like Japan’s Ossan’s Love, the Takumi-kun series, Pornographer series, or China’s Irresistible Love. Thailand’s Love Sick, Make it Right, Puppy Honey (in many of these the couple is apart at the end of season 1 tho).

I do have a statistical analysis of 2nd seasons (from before Korea started getting in on the game).

Second Seasons I Think Are Actually Pretty Good

In that they use external conflict to drive the couples apart rather than angst or internal conflict.

SOTUS S is my first pick. I like the conflict in both the 2nd season and the Our Skyy special. It’s around coming out in the workplace and separation due to being at different life stages. You need to buy into KongArthit’s dynamic though. If they didn’t work for you as a couple in SOTUS, the rest of the series won’t work either. But they satisfied me by moving from a college setting to a workplace setting and I really enjoyed them a lot.

I actually don’t like Present Perfect, but I think you might. If you haven’t seen this 2 part movie series (Thai + Japan production from a queer arthouse director) you might enjoy it. It’s a little slow, but maybe? The conflict is internal but believably based on personality, so a little like TMS2.

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Nimona Review (english)

For those who are in a hurry, the movie is great 9.9/10, compared to the graphic novel it moves very fast since they can't put too much stuff in an hour and a half movie, the virus subplot got lost, whereas I feel like Nimona and Ballister have been months living together in the novel, it seems that in the movie they only met for a couple of days which makes me strange that they have become fond of each other, so I hope that during the sequence in which they publish the director's videos there is a time jump for at least a few weeks, the scientist character with glasses (honestly don't remember his name because I read the novel 10 days before the movie and in English so sorry if there are things I didn't understand) is not here either. Nimona's origin is left quite ambiguous but they confirm that she is at least 1000 years old, (technically not a girl) but I'm scared that they take the form of a 14 year old girl because I don't want rule34 of her. At least in the novel, it was hinted that it could be an experiment from the same institute, and that she was once a normal girl, but the film leaves Nimona not as a person, but as a being who has lived alone for a long time and who he's been trying to blend in with any species as long as he's not alone, and it turns out that the human species is very friendly.

The final fight of the film does not include anyone locking her up to find out what it is, although to be honest the phrase "but we are looking for a monster disguised as a girl" in the novel left many doubts to those who went to see the film at blind. It doesn't include Ballister's second betrayal (having the first when he grabs the sword to protect himself from Nimona and the second when Nimona tells him that he's not her friend.) Which I thought was a good decision since I don't want to cry anymore. The movie replaces it with something different, but just as cruel, my little girl suffered a lot in this movie, and it shows when she goes out in her smoke dragon form straight to institute, only to find out that the principal is able to target her own kingdom for the """""monster""""" to be destroyed along with it, the director doing the most damage and causing the panic, while Nimona is mercilessly attacked, knowing that the most damage she could do is stepping on a couple of civilians, compared to someone who wanted to bomb the city, gives you the message of “who is the monster?” Nimona doesn't shoot fire, she doesn't fight, but like everyone else she also wants a sword to be plunged into her heart (my babyeee) and that's how an epic battle is replaced by a suicide attempt in full public light and in a family movie . Another reason the movie is funny where it shouldn't be (and for that reason it's even funnier) is that far from moving me because Ballister stopped it, I'm wondering how the hell did this guy get to the tip of the statue's sword just in time? so that Nimona wouldn't stab herself with the sword? And it was never explained to us, I suppose it had an elevator and viewpoint but how the hell did you get up there? I liked it anyway, it was quite touching and the hug definitely satisfied my desire to hug that girl. There's a time jump where we think Nimona is dead, Ballister has her happily ever after and Nimona reappears and the movie ends with that perfect “Holy sh-”.

The novel offered a rather bittersweet ending that forced me to call my therapist, but it gives the hard lesson directly, there are not always happy endings, not everyone will change overnight to accept you, it is too harsh to give this message since literally no one sees Nimona as a being with emotions, but rather they see her as a weapon, a monster, someone they have to protect themselves from so that she doesn't hurt them, locking her up and hurting her. Absolutely no one in this universe can see her as a human, everyone thinks she's a monster…everyone except Ballister. And that is already a great achievement.

The movie offers us that happily ever after that we were looking for so much, everyone loves Nimona, I would have liked to see a couple of protests about it since the only thing that the citizens saw is how the monster changed into its girlish form and from suddenly it flew towards the cannon that was going to kill them all, killing only Nimona and the director.

Although the director was no longer there to defame Nimona, it seems very anticlimactic to me that the entire society that had believed in Gloriana's legacy for a millennium suddenly changed the word monster to hero.

I'll just let this go because my little heart is happy to finally have a happy ending for Nimona.

In the climax Nimona tells us directly "I don't know what scares me more the fact that everyone in the kingdom wants to stick a sword in me, or the fact that sometimes, I want to let them" is a pretty direct suicide letter. And the message of the post-credits scene seems to be a help line for people in this situation, Nate was already sending from her novel when she dedicated this story to all the monster girls, this movie is aimed at all the people who feel that they are a monster to whom they must plunge a sword into the heart, so that they know that there is someone who sees them, you are not alone.

part 2: https://www.tumblr.com/mylittlegemlins/721662029108264960/nimona-review-part-2-english?source=share

spanish review: https://www.tumblr.com/mylittlegemlins/721658744305516544/nimona-review-spanish?source=share

#nimona #tw sui attempt #ballister boldheart #nimona movie #part 1

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