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sleepynegress · 6 months

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So, I'm Watching Dollar Tree The Gilded Age: The Buccaneers (I apologize that this is a long one folks because of ADHD Romantic Period Drama w/ ~Color~ tangents)...

Okay... So, I have to preface this by admitting that Bridgerton never has been my great big thing. It's a cake sculpted from cotton candy.

Pretty and sweet, but not much substance. And very much leaning on the "fantasy" so everyone can enjoy the costume romance fun (but it does please me to see my marginalized players, playing well...). -Using an author's works as a base, who not only started with an all-white palette but was flippant and insulting in response to the idea of inclusion... And yet...

I'm just saying, it is something that the woman who walked away from ABC because an exec didn't respect her enough to get a Disney pass for her family, went on to make that lucrative author's uplift deal with, instead of say, Beverly Jenkins. I love underdog romances that aren't the typical het white bread. Give me the canon gays (I never got slash...but I love when it's canon, especially with color), the big girls, the dark brown skin girls, the Black couples, and the interracials, especially when both are BIPOC and there's no lag in charm/looks in the lighter half in some expertly lit, dressed, confection that makes everyone look as gorgeous as they actually are and there's all kinds of soft plotting and chemistry. Bridgerton for all its lazy ways of handling color, gave that. Everybody is hot. And the people that studios have typically just pretended either weren't "invented" yet or were all living horrible tortured lives of enslavement got to get the sweet costumed wooing, will-they-won't-they, ~romance~ treatment. But... being an obscure Black history nerd... I'm neurodivergent, so I have some deep-dive GEMS that I'll mention here that I NEED TO SEE DONE WELL, before I die. FYI I called Dido Elizabeth Belle a good 8 years before that was actually made. It is frustrating to see some of the ACTUAL interesting capacities in which some actual existing Black folks in history who did live interesting, not tragic lives, not given the big glossy budget, well-written renderings they deserve... In lieu of what has now, firmly taken hold as a trend, colorblind casting in known white works. See recent adaptations of David Copperfield, Persuasion, Tom Jones, & Great Expectations,

and now, this The Buccaneers (which like I said, is Dollar Tree, and *worse* the colorblind cast sister Conchita is using her regular-eggular Cali accent and...is not a compelling actress & her man is a jar of mayo) and baby...them costumes are Reign-levels of anachronistic/bad. It's the lazy jump onto the trend Shonda exploded, and Mr. Malcolm's List started (yeah, that short film was put on YouTube a full year before Bridgerton debuted). So, my point... Instead of *just* doing colorblind casting in old classic white period works... I need to see these ACTUAL GREAT stories of and/or written by or about the colorful people who lived in those societies. And this is where it could get long... but I'll do my best to keep it short... EXAMPLES that were gotten right and those *I need to see adapted*: ____

Interview With The Vampire is inclusive color-AWARE casting... The showrunner went beyond and actually rewrote the narrative to make sure the inclusion wasn't lazily done, but actually improved the depth of the source IMO. And I believe the showrunner is a queer white man. It just takes empathy and effort.

Passing... is a moody slow-burn horror based upon an actual work written by a Black woman in that period, and adapted by a white-passing WOC who not only lived the theme, but rendered it expertly.

Belle is often pointed to as a good example, but my nerd-ass knows Gugu's beyond AMAZING handling of the material elevated it.

Too much was changed from the reality of her life (IMO), still...Most period dramas are about as "true" and yall know I was not a fan of Sam Reid's over-dramatic ass in this... (yelling in that damn carriage for what?!) but he is PERFECT in IWTV. Sanditon being made, despite the typical side-character Black character issues...really was a reset because Miss Austen had already envisioned, in her day and above her class(!) a Black heiress as a character getting the Austen treatment, w/o any modifications the salty and ignorant would prefer to think is beyond "true history". ----- I have a little hopeful part in my brain that wishes it had the power to will capable adaptions of the lives of Carlotta Stewart Lai - middle-class educated Black woman who became a teacher & lived an "Anne of Green Gables" type of Edwardian life (more interesting really) surfing, having "bathing parties," and teaching Hawaiians with her Black family, Portuguese, Hawaiian and Chinese friends on the big island... Her life was w/o the stereotypes people assume all Black Americans lived in Victorian/Edwardian "America".

Gustav Badin, a Black man who was "Chessmaster" of the Swedish Royal Court in the 1700's...was in charge of the Royal family's secrets after the Queen's passing, really gives me intelligent queer Black man energy in his portrait and lived out a non-tragic life in a VERY white space many don't know we occupied.

And The Hunters... Who already have a short film and I've posted about it here... but I would LOVE to see an actual rendering of their lives in the Klondike, with their gold and silver prospects and son grandson Buster and daughter Teslin in Edwardian Canada.

(that is Teslin at the highest point in the photo, named after the lake she was born at)

(and the Hunters' grandson Buster ice-fishing)

All this to say... Now, that I've thoroughly veered away from my review of a middling show... I WISH THESE DAMN SHOWRUNNERS used a little effort in research and imagination and gave us more "true to life" renderings of Black life (and life of color, in these romanticized spaces) that isn't tragic nor the patronizin inclusive "fantasy"... That feels like it's smirking at me while saying "we know you weren't ~really~ here, but here! have a cookie!!" These people existed.

You don't have to *just* make inclusive versions of white works with the lie that you have to do that because thee above people ~didn't exist~. Nor do you have to be lazy when you do!! (see: IWTV) Right now, for me... It feels like for the most part we're in a period of very shallow "advancement" in period rep. And I'm saying if little old me can find the actual stories that could make AMAZING true history-based media. Why can't the more powerful people do the same?? P.S.

You already know I'm fresh off being mad about that shitty Bass Reeves show...but I'm even madder because I can't even say, "just make sure its made by Black people," because Jeymes Samuel (AKA Bullitts) gave us skinny biracial StageCoach Mary!!!

---NO!! I will never stop being mad about it!!

DO BETTER!! Have the empathy and care for the material, regardless, and don't rest on "I know what I'm doing because I'm Black" That male gaze won out over truth in The Harder They Fall *smh*

P.P.S I get the feeling the lazy adaptions are about cash-grabbing, what they see as a trend, and being all the ready to jump back into the whitewashed business as usual, that ain't true to *all* actual histories nor (as Austen proved) fictions of those eras or spaces.

P.P.P.S. On The Glided Age!! I do love that the Fellowes drama has Erica Armstrong Dunbar (known for her book and research on Ona Judge -another figure whose story needs to be adapted!!!- the Black woman who successfully escaped enslavement from George Washington's household and was doggedly pursued by him throughout her life) and Salli Richardson-Whitfield as producers... so, Denee Benton's Peggy is authentic... but as much as I like The Gilded Age, I want to combine Fellowes comfort drama... with a CENTRALIZED Black character... Why can't someone do all of it correctly?? WHY??!!!

#I am so sorry...#I may have to attempt to do a video essay on youtube to truly cover what I want to fully say in this..I #blah blah #meta #the buccaneers #the gilded age #bridgerton #black history #marginalized folks in period dramas in comfort period drama is what I want #and done WELL!!#give me sarah forbes bonnetta's life

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captain-mj · 1 year

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Okay okay okay, now that you have ventured into the territory of Ghost x König I finally have to find the courage to send you a request. I need more of this ship.

I don't have many specifics, enemies to lovers is always great, but Monster (any type, werewolf/bear, your avian soldiers, other unique folklore related creatures etc.) König and Handler Ghost? A combination/variation of the two? Ooooh, in general I am in love with your fantasy AUs. So whatever strikes your inspiration, if you have a completely different idea that comes up in regards to this ship I will probably eat it up, so feel free to venture away from the ideas provided.

If you do this I will kiss- oh wait I heard threats are the social norm in this ask box so uhm... yes... if you do this I will refrain from stealing your teeth. Yes, yes.

Werebear Koenig werebear Koenig werebear Koenig. I got you. Enemies to lovers? No problem! Also Ghost is a werewolf :)

I rewrote this six times before i liked it so pls... let me keep my teeth... I know it's short but I'll make a part 2 or something 😭

Ghost considered himself a selfish person generally. He also genuinely did not believe he was a good person. But with König, he tried to be better. König was polite and skilled, he saw no reason to be mean to him. They were only paired up because Ghost could overpower König, a feat not many people on base could boast. More accurately, no one but Ghost could boast. König was paired to him because Ghost didn't need a handler in the typical sense. It meant König didn't have to worry about it. He was new from KorTac, still adjusting to this. They both hated each other.

Ghost wasn't even sure he knew why. Neither had "punished" the other. They shared section of the base, a room, bathroom and hallway due to Ghost being a lieutenant and requesting the privacy, but they had quickly found rules that meant they never, ever saw each other unmasked unless it was on purpose. It meant they avoided each other pretty much constantly as a bonus.

Occasionally, when they did happen to be in the same area at the same time, it was a fragile truce. Their ranks were ignored and so was their work. Instead, they just continued doing what they were doing in as non awkward of a silence as they could manage.

But König slipped up. During a mission, he had shifted without being told and the wrong people got hurt. Luckily, the friendly fire was mostly just hurt egos and bruises, no casualties. He didn't think König would survive if he had genuinely hurt anyone.

Said shifter was angrily crossing his arms, looking at him with frustration. "They weren't moving fast enough. They needed to get to exfil and I didn't think they could make it at the pace we were going. I was trying to prevent anyone from getting hurt."

"I understand that. But you have to ask for permission, König. People could've gotten hurt." Ghost understood the frustration. Nonshifters could be annoyingly slow at times. Personally, he even agreed it was the right call, but he couldn't tell him that.

"Unlike you, I don't go feral when I shift." König hissed. "I'm in control. I was fine." Low fucking blow. It took a lot for Ghost to shove the initially angry reaction down.

Ghost stared at him and sighed. "I believe you. But the point still stands. You should've asked."

König scowled at him fiercely and Ghost just shook his head. "I know you're used to being a mercenary with no ru-"

"Fuck you, Riley." König suddenly got closer, towering over him. Ghost's heart did something funny that he blamed on fear. Nothing else. His breath moved the cloth over his face.

"König. Stand down."

"And what are you doing to do?" He growled at him.

Ghost growled back and stepped closer, ignoring the height difference. He hooked his ankle around König's knees and sent him to the floor, kneeling in front of him. "Don't ever. Ever."

"Ever what? Growl at you? Disrespect your authority?"

Ghost yanked König's hood up and guilt immediately flooded him. König shied away from him, all the fury going out of him. He looked away, ashamed. There were scars across his face, but they weren't too bad. It was the thick scarring around his throat, like he had been wearing a spiked collar or had almost been decapitated.

Ghost dropped his hood. The silence followed like a shroud. It ached and groaned between them.

König let out a shuddering breath. "I... I do not want you to do that again."

"I wont."

"I promise not to shift without your permission again, sir." Sir. ah.

Ghost wanted to apologize. It was funny. He did worse things to other people and never felt this problem and yet, he wanted to apologize. To König.

"Good. Don't let it." That's what he said instead.

König didn't look at him. The silence stayed. Neither slept.

#cod #cod mw2 #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare ii #simon ghost riley #ghost cod #König x ghost #König

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jennay · 7 months

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I Wrote A Song

Request: Ok so I have an idea for a fluffy fic?? What if Noah’s gf is a musician too, and they’re on tour together 😭 and she writes a song about him, doesn’t release it til the day of this particular concert. but he doesn’t think anything of it til the middle of the song and his heart bursts out of his chest with love and cuteness😭 I just love fluff ok. You don’t have to! Just throwing it out there! Thought it’d be so fun.

Noah Sebastian x Reader

An: I rewrote this several times and than had siri read it back to me which was so confusing because she kept saying Noelle instead of Noah. Anyways enjoy! If you have more requests I'll just keep adding them to the list.

Also! Lyrics are not mine its a song by Ipravail- My Heart I Surrender. It's so good.

Noah Master List

Noah loved having you in his bunk with him. He cherished every moment he got to spend with you on this tour. He felt so lucky to share this adventure, see the world, and make music with you. You were his partner, his best friend, his soulmate.

Last year, you two were apart for so long, touring with different bands and barely seeing each other. You missed each other terribly, which took a toll on your relationship. You tried to stay in touch, but it was hard to find time and connection.

You felt lonely and frustrated and sometimes wondered if it was worth it. It wasn't because you stopped loving each other or anything terrible happened.

It was just that missing someone so much was too hard to bear, and you wondered if it would be easier if you let go. Would the ache in your heart fade away? The answer was no. It only hurt more when you tried to act like friends, knowing he still loved you with all his soul, and you felt the same way.

You and Noah could never be just friends. You had a bond that was deeper than friendship, stronger than distance, and more powerful than anything.

You realized you couldn't live without each other and decided to give your relationship another chance. You promised to make it work, no matter what. And you did.

Noah loved being by your side, supporting, encouraging, and making you laugh. He loved holding you in his arms, kissing you, making love to you. He loved everything about you.

Noah shifted his weight as he turned on his side, pulling your sleeping body closer to his. He watched you breathe softly and admired your peaceful face.

You looked so beautiful in the dim light of the bunk, so innocent and sweet. He still thanked the universe daily for you being here with him and choosing him.

His tattooed hand caressed your cheek and smiled while kissing the tip of your nose. You made a cute noise, snuggling into the warmth of his hand. Your eyes fluttered open to meet Noah's brown eyes, filled with love and adoration.

"What time is it?" You whispered while closing your tired eyes again.

He brushed a loose strand of your hair behind your ear, "It's only midnight. Go back to bed."

You cuddled closer to his chest, feeling the cold air from the guys having their windows open on the other side of the bus.

Noah didn't hesitate to wrap you in his arms and hold you tightly, sharing his body heat with the person he loved more than anything.

He gently ran his fingers through your hair and lulled you back to sleep, whispering I love you.

He kissed your forehead and closed his eyes, feeling content and happy. He drifted off to sleep with a smile on his face, dreaming of you.

"You haven't told him yet?" Ally, your guitarist, asks you with a teasing grin.

You bite your lip, feeling nervousness and excitement. You've been working on a particular song for Noah.

You've told your bandmates that you'll surprise him with it at the show's end, but he has no idea what's coming.

You and Noah have been through a lot together. You met when you were both starting out in the music scene, and you instantly clicked. You fell in love. You had some success but also some struggles.

When you broke up last year, you felt like you lost a part of yourself, a part that only he could fill. You poured your heart into your music, writing dozens of songs about him. Some were angry, some were sad, some were hopeful. This song was the one that made you realize that you couldn't live without him. It was your masterpiece, and you wanted to share it with him in front of everyone.

You wanted to tell him how you felt, still think and always will feel.

"I just asked him to come toward the end of the set, and he said yes." You smile, thinking of how loyal and supportive he is. "He didn't ask any questions, so I didn't have to explain anything."

"That man." Ally laughs as you walk towards the stage. "He's so devoted to you. He'd do anything you ask him to." She shakes her head, "My boyfriend could learn a thing or two from him."

James and Charlie follow behind you, ready to rock the crowd. James is your bassist, and he's always in his own world. Charlie is your drummer, and he's always late for everything. But they're your friends, and they're part of your band. And today, they're going to help you make history.

You feel a knot in your stomach as the concert reaches its climax. You glance at the side of the stage, hoping to see Noah's familiar face.

You've been waiting for him to show up, to witness the song you wrote for him. But he's nowhere to be seen.

You try not to let it affect your performance, but you can't help feeling disappointed.

The song ends, and you hear Ally's voice in your earpiece. She knows what you're planning and wants to help you stall for time.

"So, this next song is very special," You say into the mic, "I wrote it-"

"About a boy," Ally interrupts, winking at you. "A boy who is running late." She laughs, and the crowd joins in.

You smile, playing along. "Yeah, where are you, Noooooah Sebastian?" You shout his name, hoping he'll hear you somehow.

You sit on the stage, pretending to be tired and out of breath. You're running out of excuses to delay the song.

When you hear Ally's voice again, you're about to give up and start singing.

"Look who finally made it!" She exclaims, pointing to the side of the stage. You jump up, feeling a rush of adrenaline hit you.

There he is, Noah, looking sheepish and apologetic. He waves at you, and the crowd goes wild.

"Better late than never," You tease him as you approach him.

He pulls you into his arms and kisses you passionately. He whispers in your ear, "I'm sorry I'm late. I love you, go kick ass."

You nod, feeling your heart melt. He doesn't know it yet but inspires most of your music. He's humble and modest and never assumes anything about him. But this song is about him, and you want him to know it.

"This song is called My Heart I Surrender." You go back to the front of the stage, hearing a soft acoustic rhythm pick up; you lightly bop your head, waiting for your queue to start.

You take in a deep breath and start softly sing, "I'm a ghost in your eyes, a shadow you can't seem to recognize..." and as you close your eyes, you breathe deep, trying to match the tune of the guitar, "I have a thought of you for every star in the sky but I'm scared, I'll never cross your mind."

You're eyes open as the melody gets louder, filling you with the utmost passion, feeling every beat in your chest. You're no longer nervous as you sing, "Will our stars ever align? Will two hearts be in time? These words you should always remember: to you my heart, I surrender. Chasing a love that could never be mine, maybe one day you'll realize these words you should always remember: to you my heart, I surrender."

You pause for a moment, feeling the music in your veins. You look at Noah, who is beaming with love.

He can't believe you wrote this song for him, that you wanted him to be here for this particular moment.

He feels admiration for you, your talent, and your courage. He knows how hard it is to share your feelings with the world, and he's honored that you chose him as your muse.

He watches you with awe and pride as you move around the stage with grace and energy. You're a star, and he's your biggest fan.

You keep looking back at him, making eye contact, smiling, waving, and singing to him.

You make him feel like he's the only person in the world, the center of your universe. The connection he feels with you transcends words and time.

He feels that much closer to you. His heart skips a beat when he hears you sing the chorus. To you, my heart, I surrender.

Emotions wash over him as he realizes how much you mean to him. You're his everything, his reason for waking up in the morning, his soulmate.

He wants to run up to the stage, hug you, kiss you, and tell you how much he loves you. But he knows this is your moment and doesn't want to ruin it. He just wants to enjoy it with you and let you know he feels the same way. To you, his heart he surrenders.

He holds his hand over his chest, feeling his heart beat in sync with yours. He smiles at you, sending you a silent message of love and support.

Noah can't wait to see you after the show, hold you in his arms, and whisper in your ear how proud he is of you.

When the song ends, you smile at the crowd, you tell them how much you appreciate them, how much they inspire you, how much you love them. You couldn't have done it without them.

You drop your microphone on the stand and run towards Noah, who is still in shock and awe. He has his hand over his mouth, trying to hide his huge smile.

You leap into his arms, and he catches you effortlessly. He wraps his arms around you, lifting you off the ground. You wrap your legs around his waist, holding him tight. You kiss him all over his face, making him laugh. "Surprise!" You say, nuzzling his shoulder. "Did you like it?"

"What kind of question is that?" He pulls back gently, his brown eyes glowing with pride. "You're so fucking amazing! I don't know how I got so lucky." He kisses your neck, making you giggle, and carries you off the stage, holding you close.

When the two of you get down the stairs, he realizes you need to speak with your fans, and he lets you stand on your feet as you walk by the gates, signing autographs and taking pictures.

Noah never gets tired of you. It's impossible. He can't imagine a day without you by his side, and thankfully, he'll never have to.

You've made your choice, and it's him. He's the one you love, the one you want, the one you need.

#noah sebastian fanfiction #noah sebastian bad omens #noah sebastian x y/n #noahsebastian #noah sebastian x reader #noah sebastian x you #noah sebastian #bad omens fanfiction #bad omens band #bad omens cult #bad omens

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thebiscuiteternal · 4 months

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Hey there! I saw you were open for story requests - what about a WangSang! Where nhs and lwj are nemeses in numerous petty ways, to the exasperation of lqr but the delight of lxc who thinks that lwj has finally made a friend. Perhaps the antipathy gets buried after discovering a mutual enemy? But I'll leave that to your discretion haha 💖💖🌻🌻

OK, I haven't been able to wrangle this into an actual fic, but I have some incident ideas.

Lan Zhan would never admit it under torture, but he started the feud out of pure envy over the fact that his xiongzhang spoke well of his best friend's quiet, shy little shadow.

Yes, I was the one who suggested that Nie Huaisang rewrote his entire personality because he was offended that Lan Zhan got territorial over Lan Huan and bit him about it.

No one can prove that Nie Huaisang specifically trained certain birds to poop on Lan Zhan.

No one can prove Lan Zhan specifically started learning qin (instead of xiao like his brother) because Nie Huaisang hates the sound.

No one can prove that Nie Huaisang's remarkably un-Huaisang-like monkey climbing skills were acquired specifically so he could hide whenever the Lans came over (their usefulness in birdwatching/catching came later).

No one can prove Lan Zhan's habit of chewing every bite exactly fifty times was designed to piss off Nie Huaisang (in fact, a LOT of Lan Zhan's passive aggressiveness in this unspoken war is sound related, because unlike biting, Huaisang can't complain about it without sounding whiny and insane).

The only reason any of this stopped was because they both wound up stuck with the same babysitters as Wen Chao during a conference. Because he was the only Sunshot Gen mentioned to have a wife in the novel, I tend to headcanon him closer to Mingjue's age than theirs, and he did not hesitate to be a gigantic prick about the fact that he was too old/important/blahblahblah to be saddled with baby brats.

Nie Huaisang 🤝 Lan Zhan: truce to end this man's whole career.

It would have been mutual "eh, he's not so bad" avoidance from there, except I'm gonna pull in that idea from long ago about Huaisang accidentally winding up with a crush (not his fault, Lan Zhan's portion of the takedown was very elegantly done), only for Lan Zhan to torpedo both that and any burgeoning friendship. I can't get the post to link on mobile, but you know the one.

And the rest of the story would have followed that post.

#mdzs #lan wangji #nie huaisang #wangsang #zhansang #ideas

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anonymous-dentist · 4 months

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Will you still continue writing and putting qbbh in your stories?

I'm asking this question after months because I can't stand people "separating" the cc from the character, when it can't be done, not when the cc defends such a despicable person. I kept quiet for a long time because you're my favorite writer, but I'm tired of pretending that it doesn't bother me because I suffer daily from racism and xenophobia (things that both qbbh and cc don't seem to care about JAJAJA).

I don't know if you will respond to this or just ignore it, but regardless, thank you for writing such beautiful works and stories, I won't follow you any further, not until I have your response. And if you keep writing Defender of the Bastard, I'll pretend I've never read any of your works, that I've never even met you.

I used the translator to make the job easier 0___=

Okay, anon, I'll start this by saying that I 100% understand where you're coming from. If you've seen my pinned, you know that I hate that shitty green teletubby and all his friends equally, and I do NOT fuck with anyone supporting them. And you've probably seen me speaking up about the freakish xenophobia that parts of Bad's fandom have been taking part in basically since April (that I know about, I've never been a viewer.)

But also? I don't write qBBH. I've written him maybe five times Ever since the QSMP started, and three of those five times were in Breaking Dawn. And, even then, he's not really super important to the narrative at all, and he was never going to be. If anyone from the book club was gonna be important, it would be Maxo because he was super important during the Regret Arc, unlike Bad. And you may have noticed that I haven't even mentioned Bad in that fic since he started getting weird about Dream recently. I legitimately rewrote all of the most recent chapter to keep Bad out of it.

With my other current multichapters (Let a Spider Run, Evil Eye), he was never gonna be a big part of them because I quite genuinely just don't give a shit about his character and because his character isn't too important to the parts of qCellbit and qRoier's stories that I want to explore. Breaking Dawn? Regret Arc. Let a Spider Run? ...Kinda all over the place, but it's the bit of May when Cellbit and Roier started getting interested in each other. Evil Eye? Current "Fuck The Federation" Arc. So if you wanna follow those, go ahead, Bad would only be a cameo mention at most, almost definitely not someone super important. The fic he'd appear most in would be Breaking Dawn, but even then it's like one or two more times because, again, Maxo is actually the more important one there. Limited roles, dig?

But also? You have no right to demand what I do and do not put in my writing. Am I gonna put Bad in anymore? Not in any huge role because I never did, but you showed up and decided to effectively threaten me into not writing him at all by saying you'll never read again. And that's disappointing because I'm so ridiculously thankful for all my readers and I never want to make anyone uncomfortable, but you coming in and demanding I effectively change the plot to my passion project instead of coming and talking to me in dms or something is just kind of a dick move.

I don't hold anything against you, anon, and I won't hold anything against anyone who decides to unfollow me because I'm gonna keep having qBad appear as minor characters in my fics, but you've gotta understand that he's a character. Does he suck? Yeah, and so does the CC, but separating fact from fiction is a vital part of appreciating Minecraft RP storytelling. And I 100% understand having difficulty separating character from CC when it comes to a CC who has done some real shitty things, but sometimes you just need to take a step back and stop consuming content from something that brings you this much distress just by having a single character in it.

You're probably young, and I'm really, really sorry that you've dealt with so much horrible bullshit because of this one man's fandom, and I'm sorry that this guy is on a server that you love and appreciate and I understand that so well (I was a DSMP writer for a while, after all), and I hope that you understand what I'm saying here. I'm not currently planning on including him in anything beyond one or two brief appearances in Breaking Dawn, but you don't really have much of a right to demand that of me. I made this decision weeks ago.

#asks!#anon!#i'm really sorry that you're going through this #and i really won't hold it against you if you're so uncomfortable as to unfollow #that's your decision

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hyperactivewhore · 5 months

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Hello, so a couple of things I wanted to address regarding your takes on Hope and the Mikaelson family. So, I don't take anything from TO or Legacies as face value. I didn't even watch Legacies, because I was over TVD universe by that point. And I didn't even finish TVD or TO, because of how unbearingly bad they got. But I know enough about how the rest of the show turned out to give my take on things too.

For a show that was supposed to be centered around redeeming Klaus and Hope being the source of redemption for the Mikaelson family, the writers failed miserably in that aspect. For one, they rewrote history, retconned their entire backstory, and made the characters incredibly out of character. Worst thing the writers could've done. There was no redemption or character development whatsoever for anyone. In fact, everyone got worse and became more unlikable as the seasons went on.

You're saying Rebekah and Freya would've been terrible mothers and claiming that they were bitter, jealous, and resentful of Hope or even of their own kids, when we never saw anything that supports that notion. And it's unfair you single out the women in the Mikaelson family, but say nothing whatsoever about the Mikaelson men, who were just as unfit and unstable to be a parent or have any child under their care. How do you justify saying Rebekah and Freya would've been bad mothers, but justify Klaus and Hayley's shitty parenting?

If we're gonna call a spade a spade, Hayley was the very definition of a terrible mother. She constantly endangered herself and Hope while she was pregnant and even after she gave birth and just pawned her kid off to Eve or whoever else to involve herself in dangerous situations she really had no business getting involved in, when she could've been there with Hope. Same with Klaus, he most definitely wasn't father of the year. And there's also all the times they neglected Hope as a baby countless times and would often leave her alone during the most dangerous situations too.

If Rebekah and Freya didn't deserve to be mothers or to have a chance at a normal human life, Hayley and Klaus deserved it even less. Overall, I don't get why you or anyone else are so surprised at the Mikaelsons turning out to be deadbeats and abandoning Hope, when their entire family history and dysfunctional family dynamic speaks for itself. You even pointed it out yourself, that the Mikaelson family are unstable. So, why so surprised at this outcome? What else did you expect? And that's the epitome of why having a spinoff about the Mikaelsons centered around a baby of all things failed miserably. It was the worst mistake the writers could've made and the worst route the writers could've gone.

I'll make sure to let this clear for anyone who decides to read through: I didn't finish The Vampire Diaries, I only got to watch season five before the plot bored me and I just watched season one and half of season two of Legacies, but I have read enough over the years and I know all that happens in the three shows, what characters appear and etc.

Is funny how you complain about the Mikaelson and company being "out of character" as if they hadn't been already ooc in season three. Klaus loved witches and the writers completely erased that from his character because recognizing it would mean having him go for Bonnie. Caroline was mean before turning into a vampire, and if they had followed the established lore and canon of vampirism, she would have been just worse than she was as a human instead of the preppy girl she turned into. They completely trashed Elena's character to have her fall for Damon and forget about Stefan, so the fact that you're complaining about this sounds like just an excuse to shit on both shows.

I don't know why you're so pressed about Hope's existence. I have never said she was her family's redemption, I have always said she wasn't and that it was completely unfair of Elijah to put that burden on a baby. She was a plothole and I have stated that her character shouldn't have been made no matter how loved she is. But saying she had no impact on her family is stupid: Hope didn't made them stop being monsters, that's true, but she played a big part on making them change themselves.

Her existence forced her father to stop seeing only for himself, she united Klaus and Rebekah after they literally tried to kill each other by making Bex look after her when she was only a baby, Elijah finally stopped taking his brother's side in everything and she made their toxic codependent relationships slightly better. But at the end of the day, Hope was just a kid and a kid would never erase a thousand years of trauma, abuse and toxicity. It's true, she wasn't her family's redemption but she's the only reason why they stopped being shitty to each other.

There is evidence of why Rebekah would be a bad mother, just see how she behaves around children/teenagers. Marcel was ten and she groomed him, the moment her niece grew up and she couldn't play house with her any longer she left her in the dust, all while remembering how she spent "glorious months covered in dirt" because she spent less than a year with her as a baby and that is what she wanted, a baby, not a child, and just look at how she acted with Elena and Caroline. Rebekah was jealous of both of them, she was jealous of Hayley and Freya herself even made a joke about how she would be jealous of their own niece - it was about how she would stay nineteen forever hence beauty forever, but my point remains.

Rebekah would be a bad mother as far as we know in canon because everything suggests that. She's a child herself, just seventeen and her brain isn't even fully developed yet: she's easily jealous, tends to have emotional issues and has a low self esteem. What would be weird is that she wouldn't be jealous and a bad mother to her child, not otherwise. I love her, but she is a bad person and doesn't deserve to be a mom.

Freya is literally the same. She was traumatized with the child she lost and she viewed him/her on Hope, but she never gave a damn about making sure her seven years old niece didn't grow up traumatized and she completely forgot about her the moment Nik was born so yes, this information is enough for me to think she would be a bad mother. And look at what she did to Davina, who was barely eighteen.

The Mikaelson didn't and still don't deserve a normal happy life simply because they aren't good persons. They would be shitty parents, the two canon parents we have (Klaus and Freya) are bad parents and they don't even know how to behave around teenagers.

Saying Hayley is a bad mother is wild. Did you want her to stay home with Jackson while her daughter's family was being attacked every time they breathed? Hayley never put herself in a dangerous situation while pregnant willingly, it was always people coming after her and their child because she was carrying a Mikaelson kid. I don't know how she "pawned" her kid to somebody else to go help the Mikaelson, she was fighting with them because once again, they were Hope's family. She made some shitty choices, yes, but she was stuck in the most dangerous family to ever exist and the only way out was death: she never had the chance to decide if she actually wanted to have Hope. Both Elijah and Klaus forced it on her, they never asked her if she wanted an abortion and it was quite clear she would have died if she tried getting one.

I guess you pulled all of this information from your ass, because I never justified Klaus’s shitty parenting; I've always said time and time again he was a bad father, and I never said I was surprised at the Mikaelson being deadbeats when they already were in The Originals.

I don't know why you say the show "failed miserably" when it didn't: the rankings are good, it was nominated for awards a plenty of times and it is the favorite show of more than half of the fandom.

#honestly 💀#klaus mikaelson #rebekah mikaelson #freya mikaelson #hope mikaelson #elijah mikaelson #hayley marshall #marcel gerard #camille o'connell #caroline forbes #elena gilbert #the originals #the vampire diaries #tvd #to

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Code Geass Ending 3 Short analysis + some facts

Orange Range wrote this ending, as well as the 1st opening of R2, for Code Geass, so they were written with Lelouch in mind; This ending is from Lelouch's point of view and the whole setting the director made with the lyrics and pictures is clearly not hazardous :

Since the Lyrics on the video are in French I'll translate those right below in english with the picture they are tied with :

Lelouch // I'll try to gather the shreds of happiness I once had collected in my chest

(Lelouch moving on while still trying to remember everything good that happened while he walks the path of carnage, the chain begins around his hand, he has a dark wing)

Nunnally and Rollo // The melody i have almost forgotten has not lost any of it's colors in my heart

(Refers to the mind wipe which led him to forget about Nunnally, Nunnally isn't surrounded by his chains cause he has no hold on her in R2, instead Rolo is trapped and his alliegance are changing, with his angel wing (Britannia) disappearing while the black wing (alliegance to Lelouch) is coming out)

Euphemia and Cornelia // Thank you, from the bottom of my heart, it's thanks to everyone that i am who i am today

(A thank you for his memories and the good time he spent with his sisters, despite everything Lelouch still holds dear his childhood in Britannia, and we know he loved Euphie deeply; the chain has no hold on Cornelia and surrounds her sword (because she is his enemy) and Euphie is totally free of it since she is dead :() They have angel wings (Britannian ones)

Gino and Anya BUT Taniguchi said (in his crossed interview with Clamp in the Mutuality artbook) it first was meant to be Shirley's spot (the picture of her in the 4th ending was meant for this one but was moved because it spoiled her death, so this line was meant to be tied to her) // Thank you, from the bottom of my heart, next time it will be my turn to bring you happiness When you know it was meant to be Shirley, you know that you understand he is promising Shirley he'll make her happy someday (a reference to the reincarnation thematic which fits Shirley) of course, Shirley is dead so no chains, she is just flying away :'(

V.V. and Charles // I will never forget any of this, because i still am the one i was that day

(This is a message to the emperor and his memory rewriting geass, since he changed Lelouch and rewrote his memories, Lelouch assures him he didn't changed and he still remembers; The chains surrounds both V.V. and Charles but have no hold on them, they have the angel wings of britannia )

Kallen // I 've got to keep saying I love you all the time

(this one is all about his feelings for Kallen being hidden/unknown during the anime and her having no means to know, it's a wish from him to be able to tell her what he feels; Kallen has the black wings of the black knights and Lelouch's chain is tied to her neck, a strong symbol of his hold on her, but she still manages to keep a hold of the chain, implying she still maintains her control (making sense with the end of the anime; she also holds a vest really similar to one of Lelouch's, but longer)

Suzaku // When you cry, you can run away as long as you come back

(This is a message of friendship from Lelouch who still feels for Suzaku no matter what, he'll be his friend and will always care for him, as we can see at the end of the anime. Suzaku has the white wings of britannia but Lelouch's chains fully ties his hands, stopping him from having any real impact on his fate, maybe a reference to his live on geass)

C.C.// Follow those tracks to not forget about this day.

(This is a clear reference to C.C. and her forgotten memories, lost within the flow of time, to retrace her steps can also lead her to her lost humanity, as she managed to get back the will to live at the end of the show, as her various profile said)

Don't forget his is an ANALYSIS, the only canon thing are that ; Orange Range wrote this for Code Geass, so coming from Lelouch, Shirley's picture was meant to be there instead of Gino and Anya, and the fact that the director made the full arrangement for the ending.

It doesn't prove anything, it's just something nice to analyze cause it actually matches and analyzing can be fun, but it doesn't make it a fact.

Anyway I love this ending and it fits Lelouch so much i's always a pleasure (Once again it fits the original canon anime, of S1 and R2, not the Alternate universe movie version since everything changed there, it's a different canon.)

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Submission: The Bait & Switch Theory

Lately I've been hate-reading a pop culture subreddit. It's not focused on Taylor, but people have been posting about her a lot lately (for obvious reasons). The overall vibe is pretty negative towards Taylor, but I usually skim the comments to see what casual fans are saying.

I want to share some recent comments I've seen (no usernames, and I rewrote some parts so they aren't word-for-word). Warning, you will probably get frustrated reading them. I did. But these are theories from casual listeners, non-swifties, who believe that Taylor really dates men, and they see this situation from a totally different angle than we do. While you read them, see if you have any new ideas about where Taylor might be going with this MH thing. I'll share my own thoughts after the comments. Another warning: this is a very long post-- sorry!

(These are all from a thread discussing a DailyMail article about how Taylor and MH are allegedly writing music together for her next album. I'll come back to my thoughts on this.)

On the subject of Midnights and MH, has anyone else gone back and listened to Question…? with him in mind? It all makes a lot of sense. Bejeweled too (the 1975 call themselves “the band”) and Cardigan.

Also “I swear that it was something/ ‘cause I don’t remember who I was/ Before you painted all my nights/ a color I’ve searched for since” from Question sounds a lot like “Look at this godforsaken mess that you made me/You showed me colors/You know I can't see with anyone else” from Illicit Affairs.

^^ Comment 1. Bolded parts from me.

All of it makes sense in context of falling in love with MH.

Anti-hero? She knew this relationship wouldn't be well received.

Midnight Rain? Joe was "sunshine she was midnight rain. He wanted a bride, she was chasing that fame."

Snow on the Beach? "Weird but fucking beautiful, you wanting me tonight feels impossible."

Labyrinth? "Uh-oh, I'm falling in love again. I thought this plane was going down, how'd you turn it right around?"

The entire album was about MH the entire time and we had no idea.

^^ Comment 2. I bolded the last sentence.

I don't understand how Taylor TOLD US Cardigan "was about" MH while on stage, into a microphone, and people are still denying it.

She wasn't trolling. She was revealing.

Cardigan is about him. And it seems like they weren't ON in 2014 and OFF for the next 8 years. Instead it's looking like they've gone back to each other again and again.

^^ Comment 3. This is the one that was most illuminating to me. Bolded part from me.

I think if they break up soon, she will phase him out and never mention him again.

^^ Comment 4. I'll come back to this one too.

Okay. So. Let's consider some hypotheticals.

Let's say Taylor wants to reintroduce Karlie into her public life.

Let's say they want the public Kaylor narrative to be as close to real life as possible. Let's also assume that they don't want to out anyone and that there are contracts limiting what they can say about their beards.

Let's say there's someone else Taylor has known since about 2014: MH. A dude with an awful reputation, definitely worse than Karlie's.

Let's say the narrative they want people to believe, one day, is that Karlie is the one that got away from Taylor. They were a couple a decade ago, then they were together on and off, having an illicit affair with each other the entire time they were "in relationships" with JA and JK. And after Taylor and JA broke up, she privately reunited with Karlie and they lived happily ever after.

Let's also assume, maybe incorrectly (idk), that Karlie is the real William Bowery, and that Taylor wants people to know that JA didn't write or produce any of her music. Conveniently, MH is ALSO a musician. They're rumored to have written music together in the past, although we've never heard it, and now they're seen at the studio together.

So I wonder if Taylor and Karlie are limited in what they can say or imply, especially when it comes to the Karlie/JK timeline. Instead, Taylor is briefly introducing MH as her boyfriend and letting everyone speculate about how she's been in love with him for ages and how she cheated on JA with MH for years and how they write music together. She spells out the ENTIRE fucking story for everyone, and they finally start to piece it together. The only part that's wrong is that the story has the name MH where it should say KK.

What if this is a bait and switch? Where MH totally disappears from the picture, never to be mentioned again, but only after she uses him to plant a narrative. We don't get any musical collaboration after all. Maybe MH, being a loose canon, even alludes to faking a relationship with Taylor.

And then 5 seconds later, she switches out MH for KK. They do the exact same things together. KK goes to shows, they go out to dinner, maybe she's seen leaving Electric Lady, or she's seen with an LV bag going into Taylor's building. Maybe TS11 doesn't feature any songs with MH, but William Bowery is still credited even though JA is long gone. And maybe they just let people connect the dots over time. Like a folk tale, where no one really knows for sure what happened between Taylor, Karlie, JA, JK, and MH, but it's generally accepted that Taylor and Karlie have loved each other for a long time. Over the years, people forget some of the details and accept the Kaylor folklore as fact.

I'm so curious as to what you all think.

By the way, I know this is long enough already, but I do just want to say that I don't want to minimize MH's disgusting behaviors. I do believe it's morally wrong to prop up people like MH (and JK), because it lends credibility to dangerous ideas and disguises wolves as sheep. I think this is a line T & K are okay with crossing, and they are probably in a very complicated situation, but I'm not trying to excuse them for their roles here.

#submission #great post #it really makes sense

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Hi! I found your blog through the female rage substack article that you posted and I’m curious about a couple things (so I hope the tone of this ask will read as genuine/non-confrontational etc).

I really liked the article and the anti-gender essentialist content, so I looked through the others and eventually found your jegulus article (which I read and also liked) but I was sort of surprised to see that you are a part of the hp/marauders fandom. For me personally, everything related to that franchise has just been tainted since the whole jkr terf debacle really took off. I was big on hp when I was younger and wolfstar is a ship/dynamic that I enjoyed back then, so I’d probably like your stuff if I were to read it. But I decided some time ago to give any and all hp content the chop, because to me it didn’t feel right to engage with it anymore. So I was just wondering how you feel in that regard, if you don’t mind sharing. I don’t have anyone in my internet content circle that still actively posts about hp and if irl friends still enjoy it then it’s not something we talk about, so I’d just like to know how you juggle the ‘two sides’ in that sense of your trans-positive/anti-essentialist beliefs and fandom content that’s still so intrinsically connected to jkr and her politics. (Also, sorry if you’ve answered a question like this before. I scrolled through your blog a bit, but if yes then not far enough.)

Anyway, hope you’re well and I’ll probably keep an eye out for any future essays on your substack even if I don’t follow you on here. cheers! (and thanks for the “playing the whore” book rec, I’ll be looking into that. a rec from my end would be paul b. preciado's "can the monster speak". it's the written version of a speech he tried to give at a Freudian psychoanalysis conference about the position trans people occupy in psychoanalysis before being booed off stage. it was short and pretty intriguing, in case you're interested/haven't heard of it yet.)

hi! happy 2 hear u enjoyed the female rage essay--i wasn't expecting it to spread as much as it did + had to turn off reblogs for my own peace of mind 2 keep terfs away from my blog, but it's nice to know there are still people getting something out of it. also appreciate the book rec--that definitely sounds up my alley + i'm excited to check it out!

and i'll do my best to answer your question about hp, but i'm gonna put it under a cut because i know this is a contentious topic + i have a feeling my answer's gonna get long--so if anyone doesn't want 2 read abt my conflicting hp-fandom thoughts, just scroll away please xx

so, quite honestly, i'm in agreement with you that the entire franchise is tainted by jkr. the truth is that it was never really my intention to join the fandom--i read a single fic because it went viral on tiktok, then decided to rewrite the fic from another character's pov just for fun. at that point, i hadn't read any other hp fic and had never been involved in any kind of online fandom space, and although i'd read the hp books + watched the movies growing up i hadn't touched them in years + was so far removed from the franchise that i vaguely remembered hearing jkr had said some terfy stuff, but wasn't aware of the extent to which her politics were like. actively and significantly causing real-life harm.

anyway, i'd done a rewrite for fun of another story i liked and had posted it on ao3, and that had received a handful of people commenting + talking about the story with me as i wrote but had remained pretty self-contained + small. i was expecting the same sort of thing with the hp fic i rewrote, but instead someone posted about it on tiktok and it went viral, and then suddenly there were thousands of people reading every ch update and hundreds of comments. like i said, i had never been involved in an online fandom space before, so i sort of awkwardly stumbled into it and tried to figure out what i was doing as i finished up writing the fic. this was at a point in my life where i'd recently moved to a different country and had to go back in the closet after being publicly out for years, and this online fandom space became my only queer community and a bit of a lifeline in that way. i started making actual friends and talking to people + getting more deeply involved in the community aspect of things.

at the same time, i started actually educating myself on jkr + her politics + her impact, and the more i learned the more uncomfortable i became with being part of anything hp-related. now, i've been writing hp fic for almost two years and 'active' in the fandom for ~one and a half, and despite being grateful for the friends i've made and treasuring the space i've been able to cultivate, i've become increasingly disenchanted with 'the fandom' as a whole and have increasingly found it to be a hostile space, so i've sort of taken a step back from broader engagement and more + more have limited my interaction to just my mutuals here on tumblr. unfortunately, i think many of the 'bad parts' of this fandom are somewhat built-in because of the source material; there are a lot of people who agree with jkr's politics to varying extents and that can make it kind of a miserable place to be sometimes. i know many people insist that hp can be completely removed from jkr, but i don't think that's the case, and i've talked on my blog before about the fact that her politics are built into the very foundations of the text, so i think it's necessary to acknowledge her influence if we want to actually engage with hp at all in a way that isn't just perpetuating her politics.

all that being said, the point i'm at currently is that i'm not really sure that this fandom is a space i want to be a part of forever. again--i understand how it can be lifeline for some people and a queer community they might not have elsewhere, because that's been the case for me. but for me personally, as much as i value my own carved-out space, it doesn't completely outweigh the negatives that i have found myself coming into contact with more and more in this fandom. writing hp fic is also something that i keep strictly separate from 'real life,' contained solely in this online space, because i know that any engagement with hp is a red flag for many, many trans people and i don't want to bring it outside of this space. within this online space, i don't keep it a secret that i write hp fic; it's right at the top of my blog so that anyone who wants to can easily block and unfollow me. i only post my fics on ao3, where they are clearly tagged as harry potter fanfiction, and i only post about hp fic + fandom stuff on this blog, which was specifically created for that purpose. i've requested that people no longer post about my hp fics on platforms like tiktok where the algorithm could send it out onto anyone's fyp, and that request is also in my pinned faq. keeping my hp fic as contained as possible to only people who are already engaging with hp fic is one way that i try to mitigate any harm that might be caused by my fics contributing to hp's ongoing popularity.

the other ways i try to mitigate potential harm are by actively discouraging people from giving any financial support to hp + jkr and by being very vocal about my politics on this page, so that anyone who is following me will be getting pro-trans and anti-gender essentialism politics along with any hp engagement. i also don't engage with hp uncritically; i am specifically critical of the shitty politics in the books both in my posts on this blog and my fics themselves. i don't make it a secret that i think the books are politically rotten all the way down through to the foundations.

none of this is to say that there's, like...a Right Way to engage with this content or a set of rules that, if followed, Absolve All Shittiness. this is just an explanation of the personal evaluations i've had to weigh when it comes to deciding how i'm going to interact with content that is fundamentally opposed to my own politics. and again, i don't blame people who think that any amount of engagement is morally untenable and completely block it out. this is a growing source of cognitive dissonance in my own life, and i'm increasingly considering whether/for how much longer i want to continue to write fic + be involved in hp fandom. but for the time being, i'm still here + still writing fic, and i guess my feeling is that any harm that fic causes is a drop in the bucket, and even if i were to stop writing it wouldn't necessarily have a huge impact either way. i'm just some random guy online like everyone else; even though i talk about politics, that doesn't mean that i'm asking to be held up as some sort of moral standard, nor do i think anyone should be expected to be 100% politically perfect in every action they take--like, for me, writing hp fic kind of falls into the same category as like...eating mcdonalds even though i think factory farming is fucked, or buying + wearing makeup sometimes even though i think the beauty industry is fundamentally corrupt, or paying to see the new guardians of the galaxy movie in theaters even though i think marvel movies are us military propaganda. i don't think "no ethical consumption under capitalism" is an excuse to completely abandon any attempt to mitigate the harm our actions might cause, but it does matter to me the way in which someone is engaging with a fundamentally broken/corrupt piece of media beyond simply whether or not they're engaging at all. at the end of the day, it's up to everyone on their own to evaluate where they draw the line on hp, and i am not looking to make that judgment for anybody else considering that my own thoughts + feeling about it are still changing.

#ask

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unluckyhoneybee · 2 years

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Miraculous Montana (Michael Italiano)

Michael hated you, but maybe the trip to Montana helped. Angsty.

Note: I wrote it, I didn't like it, and then I rewrote it. I don't really know if this fic makes much sense. I started this in August and while cleaning my drafts found it again. I hope you like this.

Warning: blood. A creep and some verbal harassment.

How can you love someone who despises you? Basically watching him being a sweetheart with everyone else. He was caring, intelligent, attractive... He had everything. It was annoying. But he didn't liked me. He had me craving what he gave to anyone but me.

When I started working with Danny, managing the aesthetically stuff about his label, designing merch, creating content... Michael wasn't happy. He didn't like to have me around. He was always grumpy and ignored me. Why? It was still a mistery to me.

Now we were in Montana, riding our bikes between giants, huge mountains surrounding us. It was special. The place was beautiful. I was riding with Scotty and Dan, being stupid and just enjoying like kids.

It was awesome, really. I never had so much fun.

"YN! It's not that hard!" They were insisting on me crossing the river. There was a huge fallen tree and we were supposed to use it as a bridge.

"It is! I'm a graphic designer not and athlete!"

"Corey crossed and he is a photographer!"

"Fuck off, Daniel!"

I put the first foot on the old wood and it cracked a bit.

"OH shit"

"We don't have the whole day, fuck" I heard Michael groan.

"Shut up, Italiano"

I took another step and it cracked again.

"Fuck..." I looked at them. Danny, Cody and Scotty were laughing so hard, Blake was recording and Michael was looking away, arms crossed on his chest and tense posture. "If I die frozen in a river it's all your fault."

I took another step and it made a louder noise. I let a loud squeak noise.

"Fine." Michael groaned and walked in my direction, he climbed on the tree too and reached a hand. "I'll help you"

"No! You must be over 100 kilos! Climb down! You and all your muscles will break it!"

The others laughed.

"YN, stop being so stubborn and grab my hand."

I scoffed and obeyed. He was an idiot and so rude with me but he had those brown eyes and I couldn't resist.

I grabbed his hand and he slowly helped me cross the river. As I reached the other side, his hand let go off mine and I almost trip.

"Oh fuck, Italiano. Didn't you want to help?" I said.

He only gave me a side look and walked away.

I frowned and Scotty pinched my cheek.

"So brave"

He gave me a bear hug and I laughed, forgetting about the stupid trainer fast. Soon we were on our bikes again.

The air was hitting my face and it was so so fresh. I was glad that Danny had given me one of his huge hoodies because I would be freezing.

Scotty and Daniel were riding with no hands, keeping them on their back as I followed them laughing.

Cody was recording next to me and Blake and Michael were in front.

But somehow, Daniel tripped with a rock or something, braked way too fast and...

Don't run over Daniel, he has to race!

"Shit, Daniel!"

I tried to avoid him and... PAM!

I flew. I literally flew. I stopped touching the bike and instead I ended up in a bush and kind of everything hurt.

"YN! Shit YN!"

"Oh fuck"

"Where is she?"

"I can see her foot"

"Is it attached to the body?"

I could hear them panicking.

"Fuck" I muttered. "Here!"

When I opened my eyes. All their face were peaking through the branches.

"Are you okay?" Daniel asked in panic.

"Is breathing enough?"

"Nop"

"My leg hurts." I said looking around. "Someone give me a hand. I need to get out of here"

"Yeah, move guys."

His deep voice alarmed me. Soon, Michael's hands were grabbing mine.

"Mate, be careful" Scotty said touching his arm.

"I know" Michael groaned.

His hands felt so delicate when they tried to grab me by my arms, right under my armpits. I grabbed onto him and he pulled me out of the bush who had different spines that gripped my clothes hard. Poor Danny, his hoodie would be a mess.

"Ouch" I said as soon as I put my feet on the ground.

"Oh shit, she is bleeding." Daniel walked away covering his eyes.

Blake was pulling leaves and tiny branches out of my hair and Cody was checking the phone. Scotty was looking from a few meters away, pale as a ghost and panic on his eyes.

"Fine, let's see. You can steady yourself here" I looked at Michael and for a moment I felt numb. What the fuck is he talking about?. "I have to check that leg. Maybe you have broke something"

Why so worried?

He knelt down and I had to grab his shoulders. I looked down. He slowly lifted my sweats, revealing a very much wounded shin.

"Oh no" I groaned, then fully aware of the pain. There was fresh blood flooding out of my skin. The grey pants were now broken and stained red.

"Okay, it's fine. It doesn't look broken and you are standing, so good news." He said sighing and touching my ankle on different places.

"It hurts" I mumbled.

He looked up at me.

"I know."

His eyes looked at me in a different way. I saw no anger, no annoyance. He was worried.

"Guys, there is no signal" Cody said showing us his phone.

I groaned.

"I can't ride the bike. It fucking hurts so much"

We all stayed in silence, exchanging looks and thinking.

"That looks so bad. What were you doing?" Daniel said looking at my leg.

"Trying to not crash with mister F1 driver!" I exclaimed.

"Okay, you guys go and pick the car. I stay here with her" Michael said.

Wait what?

"No, hey. Why you? Scotty can. Right? Or Blake. Or Cody. Even Danny!"

What the fuck was going on with him? He hated me for years and now he wanted to stay with me and play the babysitter.

"Yes, YN. You hurt yourself and I'm the only one who has a little knowledge in case you need more help"

I opened my mouth to answer, but was there really something to say? He was right after all. I didn't trust the others for their first aid knowledge.

"Fine. Nice plan. Mate, don't let the bears eat her." Scotty said. "I want her alive for dinner"

Michael looked up at Scotty and rolled his eyes. Why was he like this? Why was suddenly he so dry with angry at Scotty?

"We will come back fast" Danny said.

"Not too fast, the road is awful!" I exclaimed when they were already leaving. I didn't want them to have an accident because of me.

The moment we lost the sight of them, the most thick and uncomfortable silence fell between us.

Fine. Now let's wait here in the middle of the forest, close to late afternoon, the sunset, in a place full of bears and all kind of wild animals, with a man that hates me and with whom I'm madly in love with.

"I'm going to sit" I said in a whisper.

I tried to walk and hide the pain. I didn't want him all worried over me.

I bit my lip and walked down the road while looking for a rock.

"YN, wait"

He grabbed my arm but I pulled.

"I'm fine"

"No, you are bleeding. Let me..."

"Don't pretend you care now, Italiano" I snapped. "I'm fine. I can do it on my own"

He stopped walking and I put some distance. I found a proper rock and sat on it. I looked a down. The blood was now staining my shoes.

"Fuck" I groaned.

I pulled my bottle of water and took a deep breath. Slowly, I poured some on the nasty wound and hissed. Fuck.

"Let me"

"No"

"YN, let me."

"I said no!"

"You will hurt yourself more!"

"Why do you care?"

His brown eyes looked at mine and I saw a million thoughts running around his mind. His face turned pink and he frowned. He was angry.

"Stop being so stubborn and just let me take care of you"

I felt the air leaving my lungs and then I was unable to resist.

He waited for a couple of seconds before kneeling in front of me.

"Fine. Just... I'm going to clean it a bit and then we will cover it at the house."

I nodded but didn't say anything. He may hate me, but he made my heart jump like a roller-coaster.

He took a first aid kit from his bag. Obviously he had one.

He pulled some antiseptic and cotton.

"It may..."

"Okay"

He sighed.

"Okay. Ready?"

"Yes."

He poured some directly on the wound and I groaned and cursed.

"Sorry" He whispered.

Seeing him being so gentle with me was so strange. So unlikely.

"It's not deep. Only a bad scratch."

I hummed.

"It will hurt during days, though"

Why do you care?

He cleaned all the blood that had dripped down my leg and put everything back on his bag.

"Okay. Now we'll wait"

I hugged myself and look at the road. They would take their sweet time. We weren't that close.

He sat on the floor, his back against the rock and sighed.

The silence was horrible, the tension was unbearable and I just wanted to take the bike and go home. Why the fuck had him offered himself? Someone else could have cleaned the wound. He could just leave the kit and go. There was no need to stay here frowning and playing with his watch because he hated me so much to start a simple conversation.

The worst thing was how light was fading and soon there would be none. And there were so many noises in the wood. Probably raccoons waiting for the perfect moment to attack.

"Stop it"

"What?"

"Stop tapping with your foot. It's making the would bleed more." He said.

I looked down. I haven't even noticed.

"Sorry."

"Don't be. It will only hurt yourself"

I bit my lip. He was looking at the woods on the other side of the road. He wasn't even paying attention to me. He looked good. The blue of his raincoat made his light skin look even lighter. He had that beard from some days and his hair was messy because of the helmet.

"You should stop your thing with Scotty" He said.

I frowned.

"My thing with Scotty?"

"You shouldn't flirt with engaged guys"

I blinked fast. Had I hitted my head on the fall?

"You are a fucking cunt. I can't fucking believe you, Michael. This is getting out of hand"

I got up and tried to walk away, not getting far obviously because 1, I was in pain and 2, I was so fucking scared. But the anger wouldn't let me stay next to him.

Flirting with Scotty? Why the fuck did he thought I was flirting with Scotty? He was such an idiot.

"If you payed more attention you would see how Scotty is one of my best friends and almost a brother for me." I said out loud for him to hear. "You are just an idiot whi can't see further than your own abs. There is more than you and your stupid training, you know? People have feelings. You can just go around saying stuff like other's criticism can only make you stronger and then be a fucking prick with the people around you." I didn't even looked at him as I rambled. I kicked a pebble in anger and it fucking hurt. "Shit"

I wanted to cry. I just wanted him to be at least my friend. I wasn't asking for him to fall in love with me. I only needed him to not hate me.

"YN..."

"Don't talk to me. I don't want to talk to you. You shouldn't have stayed. I could have waited alone"

No. I couldn't have. I was terrified. There wasn't almost any light anymore.

I heard him sigh defeated.

I stayed there, leaving my weight on the good leg and breathing deeply to not whince in pain.

Some minutes ago, I saw the lights and my mood light up. Finally.

The car, or that buggy they loved so much, stopped in front of me. Daniel and Scotty were on it. I sighed happily.

"Hey, you are standing. No need to cut that leg?" Scotty said.

"Yet" I pointed.

They laughed.

"Let's go. It's getting all dark and cold."

I sat on the back of the buggy and sighed on relief. The little bitch hurt. Michael sat next to me and gave me a look I couldn't read. He was giving me baby cow eyes and it was so confusing.

"Let's go"

It didn't took us long to arrive, Danny was using his best (and most dangerous) skills.

Once we got in the house, Scotty was fast to help me climb the stairs on the porch.

"If you need us to carry you to the bed, just say it" Danny added.

"I can manage that. Thank you guys" I pinched their cheeks and they both laughed.

I walked to the toilet, I wanted to cover the wound and changed into clean and not broken clothes. But a heavy hand fell on my shoulder. I shivered. I knew perfectly who he was.

"Let me do it"

I closed my eyes for a second. Five minutes. Only five minutes.

I simply nodded.

He had left his stuff outside, just like me.

I sat in the toilet and he looked down at me. I saw how he wanted to speak but was afraid to do it.

"Okay. Um... Do you mind if..."

"Just do whatever you have to do" I said avoiding his puppy eyes. I didn't had that much self control.

He took what he needed and knelt in from of me.

Carefully he took my shoe and sock off. He was so delicate, as if I would break. With gentle movements he cleaned the wound again and covered it.

"We will check it tomorrow"

"We?"

He sighed and looked into my eyes.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you..."

"I don't care."

I got up and left.

A couple of hours later, I was sitting with Danny on the fire. The others were inside.

"Why do you have Mike looking like a lost puppy? I used to think he could fight bears and stuff and now he looks like he could barely fight Winnie the Pooh." He said.

I took a deep breath.

"To be fair? Revenge."

"Revenge?"

"You know, he has been treating me like shit for years. He is receiving some of his own medicine"

"YN... That's..."

"Fucked up? Yes. I know. But he really came and told me to stop flirting with Scotty."

"Why were you-"

"I wasn't!"

"Oh shit. He really is stupid." He said more to himself.

"Why do you say that?"

He played dumb.

"Daniel"

"Give him a try, please"

"I did. I gave him a long ass try. I left him try for years and he has just been a cold piece of shit and..."

"Actually, I think you are this angry because you like him. You like him a lot. I have eyes. Don't deny it. He is an idiot? Yes. You did nothing wrong, really."

I looked away. I had nothing to say.

"The thing is that maybe... Only maybe... You should give him one last try. He has been so blind for so long. Maybe he is just starting to realize now"

"Do you think I can go on as if he hadn't ignored me for years? Or I can forget all this shitty comments? I can forget all of that only because he now has decided that he wants to help me and do some charity work"

"YN..."

"I can't, Daniel."

"I know. I know. I'm not asking you to marry him. I'm asking you to try to stay civic. To have a good relationship."

I frowned.

"For me?"

"Don't put an adorable face, Ric"

Next day went in a blur. Michael had kept the distance he had only come to me when suddenly the wound had started bleeding again. We didn't talk much then.

Now I was sitting watching the rodeo, kind of tired and consumed by thoughts. I hadn't slept well plus I had been limping around the whole day.

"I think I need a beer" I told Blake.

"Do you need me to go with you?"

"No, it's fine. It doesn't hurt that much" I lied. I didn't want them to worry.

"Fine. Buy one for me"

"Of course"

I walked to one of the bars as fast as I could. Which wasn't much. I leaned over the bar and waited patiently.

"Hey, miss. Did your man fuck you so hard you can't walk?!" I tried to ignore the wave of nausea. I knew that that raspy deep vpice was talking to me. "Are you deaf or somethin? I bet I could fuck you harder. I could fuck you so hard you wouldn't end up limping, you would have to stay in bed for days"

I closed my eyes for a second and breathed through my nose.

"Such a little thing... I see... So delicate and tiny."

Then I felt his hand on my waist and I turned around so fast. I hitted his arm and tried to move away. Why was no one doing anything? Other men were just there looking.

"Oh, a fighter"

I walked back and tripped, hurting my leg and groaning in pain.

"L-leave me alone"

"No"

"Please"

"You will be begging me to fuck you in a few minutes. Come with me and..."

Out of nowhere and fast as a lightning, Michael appeared and stepped in front of me.

"Mate. You should leave"

"I don't want to"

"I don't care what you want or not. Leave"

"What the fuck is an aussie doing here? Get the fuck out of my way, I was having a conversation"

"You were not"

I grabbed Michael's arm when he straightened his back. I didn't want him to start a fight. That was the last thing I needed.

He looked down at me.

"Let's go, Michael." I said trying to stay as calm as possible.

"Okay"

To see us ignoring him, the man got even angrier.

"You little whore..."

"Fuck off, mate."

Soon Michael had an arm around my waist and was helping me to walk away. I was shaking.

"YN..."

"It's fine. I'm fine." I completely lied to him.

"You don't..."

"I said I'm fine!" I felt so humiliated and frustrated.

He looked into my eyes for a second, then in front of us.

"Fine. Okay."

I spent the rest of the afternoon sitting close to them. Gladly, Michael didn't told them anything. Instead, he stayed with me and didn't left me alone when the other went to buy a drink or use the toilet.

After dinner. Daniel and Scotty had passed out in the sofas, they had drunk so much beer. Blake was tipsy and watching something stupid on TV and Corey was no where to be seen.

I knew that Michael was outside. I had seen him leave a whole ago.

I hadn't stopped thinking. I wanted to know what had changed on him.

I got up and threw a blanket on. Then, I walked to the porch. He was sitting in the swing and the metal was doing that awful noise, he had an empty beer bottle on his hand and was looking at the sky.

When the door closed behind me, he turned his face. For a moment we didn't speak. How the fuck do I start?

I decided that the first step was sitting next to him. I got comfortable on the seat.

"I never said thank you" I said. He may be a dick, but he had helped me with that creep.

"It's nothing"

I nodded and looked back at the sky.

"Are you okay?"

Am I? No. Definetly not.

"I'm not sure"

"Do you want to talk?"

I looked at him.

"I want to talk about why you have started caring about me now. Why not when we met? Why have you been such a big prick and what has changed now?"

He closed his eyes for a while.

"I'm sorry"

"That's not enough. I deserve an explanation because I just wanted us to be friends like the others and you have ignored me. For years!" I felt a tear falling down my face and I cleaned it furiously "And now you come here to play the hero! Right after accusing me of things that only existed in your head. How do you think I feel?!"

"I wish I could take it all back and start over" He said.

I looked at him. That's all?

He grabbed my hand and I felt my breath hitching on my throat. My eyes fell on his face and my heart rate went crazy.

"I was scared of you. I really liked you the first days. You were always happy and smiling and Daniel loved you and was so happy with you working for him... I don't know..."

"You were jealous of Danny?"

"No! When I say he loved you it's more like... I don't know. You have a great friendship. It happened so fast, you won him over a few days"

"You were scared of me being a substitute?"

He nodded.

"Are you stupid? How the fuck I'm going to get something with Danny stronger than what you have?"

"I am."

"I'm glad you can see it"

"I'm sorry" He said once more.

I leaned back.

"And why are you so keen to help me right now? What changed?"

"I think... I think I'm getting old"

It made me laugh.

"Did you run out of hate or something?"

"I never hated you"

I stayed silent.

"I understand that maybe you don't believe me. And I know that you won't forgive me so easily. But I never hated you. I was on defense mode."

"For how long? I have worked with you for years. You have ignored me for years"

He looked at me.

"You won't ever know how much it hurt to be treated like that. To see how sweet you are with the others and how you treated me like shit." I tried to get up and walk away, but pain shot up my knee and I lost balance.

Michael caught me fast and made me sit again.

"Be carefull please." He whispered.

I closed my eyes and cleaned a tear that had fallen.

"How do I forget about this years? You've hurt me so bad. I-I can't simply accept that you were just on a defensive mode"

His arms were still around me. I wanted to lean closer, to rest my forehead on his. But I could not.

"Let me make it up to you"

"How?"

He was quick, he cupped my face and pressed a soft kiss on my lips. I gasped for air when he pulled back.

"Let me show you I'm really sorry. Please. I care about you. Give me an opportunity to treat you how you deserve."

And how could I say no when he was looking at me like that.

"Let me take care of you and help you heal. I Wan to fix the damage I caused"

I bit my lip and nodded slowly.

"Okay"

"Yeah?"

With a hand on the back of his neck, I sealed it with a kiss.

"Only one"

"I won't waste it."

#Michael italiano #Mi #Fic #Angsty #F1

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totally-not-my-drama · 5 months

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Omori AU

While I take a break, I'll explain a bit the Omori AU a bit closer

This AU plays similar to the plot of Omori. That means there was never a reality show where the characters meet and they more know each other from the town that plays in. That means total drama didn't happen (at least for the characters of the series. If it happened just with unrelated characters is up to you). This is also a co written AU with my friend/ internet sis @ragefulbutsweet who helps me in certain things. We tried to make the characters fit their roles but of course there are a few things that are different with them!

plot (Trigger warnings, suicide):

This AU plays a few weeks into summer vacation, instead of 3 years like in the original game. After an incident in which a friend, Mimi, killed herself, the friend group that was once tightly knitted together crumbled under all the grief and shock. Now into the summer break a closed off Edith, seemingly never exiting her home, has to deal with the trauma of her best friend dying, while also trying to not lose herself in her own mind.

Mike would play Hero in this AU. However he is the one who was like a bit randomly picked tbh. He has still his system (which I mostly rewrote a bit since I believe some aspects in their canon are not the best handled). He acts the most mature of everyone and gives his individual personality's a chance to come out and have their own day. However he is trying to gather more information from his system since no one told him what happened on the day the group stopped being friends apparently. Maybe if he gets a chance to talk to the old friends, he might gather information to help everyone.

Cody takes on the role of Kel. While still definitely a lady man (his own words) he is trying to get the group back together. He first tried to talk to the others and while Mike was on board, it's hard to convince everyone else. Courtney has no desire to return to the old group and frankly finds it a bit annoying that Cody still clings to this hope when everyone else doesn't want to hang out anymore. Mikes system, especially Mal, is not all so keen on returning to the group either since a fall out at the beginning cause the split in the first place. They can't stop Mike however to hang out with the others. Ezekiel is going out of everyone way as much as possible, not wanting to see them currently, even if he gets picked on way easier that way. And Edith well doesn't leave her room. If only Cody could get her out, maybe the others would listen to him and they could repair the group again!

Aubrey's role will be filled by Courtney. Story was she is the one who drift away the most from the original. Courtney (nicknamed Court by the others) doesn't become a delinquent like Aubrey does in the original game, but it doesn't mean that she doesn't fight when needed. She keeps away from the people of the original group as much as possible, maybe sometimes talking to them when they meet by chance. Mike is the one she is ok talking to, as much as it gives bad memory's, Cody annoys her all the time with telling her to get the group back to together to the point it frustrates her and she starts to resent Cody for it. She was neutral to Ezekiel, even if she was always a bit weirded out by some things he does being homeschooled for a while, but afterhe did something she deems unforgiviable she starts to dislike him alot, much to the dismay of the boy. Secretly she wants the group back together but she sees it more realistically that it can never happen and just gives up on that hope all together. Maybe there is a way to heal for everyone, then she could see it?

Ezekiel takes on the role of Basil. He is the one who has like story and relationship wise a different thing than Basil. In this one, Zeke and Edith were once a couple. After an incident during the school year, both had a hard time with themselves. They never officially stated that they broke up, but they definitely both question their relationship. Everyone else believes too that they broke up after all the bad things that happened. Zeke, while still going outside his home, stopped meeting everyone as much as possible. run ins become running aways in fear something will happen. And while he tried to visit Edith a few times at the beginning, to ask her something, he gave up on it quickly and just stay alone. In turn this gives other a easier chance to bully and target home. If only he could see Edith again and talk to the others what he wants to say for oh so long.

The last major role is Mimi as Mari. In this AU Edith and her aren't sisters like Sunny and Mari, but more like really close best friends. She was a little bit older than the rest and always kept everyone in check, until at the end of the school year she was found by Edith hanging under a tree. It was said to be suicide and shock everyone since she never had a sign of depression during school. For someone however, the story doesn't add up and there has to be something wrong with this story! He has a feeling this isn't true, or is he just still in denial?

I hope you guys enjoyed this little ramble and of the AU and hope you guys are excited for more content!

Edith belongs to me

Mimi belongs to @ragefulbutsweet

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oh-snapperss · 5 months

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i was tempted to post the whole fic here but here's a section from your work, "ripped at every edge, but you're a masterpiece":

""I have twenty-two minutes left," Skizz says, as if he were merely telling Etho what time of day it was, or that the chickens were all loose in the base again, or even that Impulse had fallen asleep on the stairs again, and don't wake him up! "And this is my final order."

Skizz fixes Etho with a look, right in the eye, one that Etho knows he'll never escape. The ticking still doesn't stop. "My time will not go to anybody else. TIES gets to final three."

Etho's grip around the axe tightens, but– he turns to face Tango and Impulse. “Tango, you don't– you don't want it?” Please take it. Please. But Tango is shaking his head, resolute. "You need it most, dude."

Skizz turns, and kneels, his face turned to the ground in acceptance. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.

The axe swings upward, poised in the air above Skizz's neck, and the night falls silent, the air static with energy Etho can't quite place.

(There are Eyes w̸̜̼͗͝͝a̴̦͓̻̋̂t̷̤̰̞́͠c̵̠̯̩͌h̷̫̰̏i̸̱̙̻̊̋͑ň̷̙̠g̵̫̱̊.)

For a moment, the axe hangs there, held up by invisible strands that Etho swears are pulling the axe away from Skizz's neck, tightening by the moment as if to stop him from doing the very thing he knows he'll do at any moment. The axe drops towards Skizz's neck, falters, and pulls back up again before Etho can force his body to go through with it. He grits his teeth, forces his eyes to stay open–to aim. Readjusting his grip, Etho takes one deep breath. Then two. He's wasting his time and he's not even sure why. It's not like he's never killed before, or even used an axe to do it.

“Etho....?”

He doesn't even know who said it.

Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.

(Somewhere in another game, Tango tells Bdubs: He's a survivor, man, that's what he does.)

Etho swings.

Heat travels through his body, up through his hands and arms and then the rest of him. It's so much that he thinks he might explode, or maybe he just has. The world is silent, save for the ringing in his ears, and a thousand years have passed in the agony that tears through him. The entire world is white and gone and it's too much, enough he’s sure he’s going to die with Skizz."

i can't get that phrase out of my head, of "static energy". your writing is wild man, absolutely one of my fav life series authors :] -vm

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA no i'm so glad you asked about this passage OMGGG

link to the fic this section is from

send me a passage of a fic i've written and i'll give detailed commentary on it!

god. okay so this scene was definitely one of the harder things I've written in the year or so I've done fic--I wanna say I actually rewrote this entire part... three, four, five times? I was struggling to find the right way of describing being hit by lightning because. well. I hadn't been hit by lightning so I didn't really know how to write it!

and them a miracle occurred by my own dumbassery and i accidentally electrocuted myself three times in one night with an outlet and that gave me a starting point! ((disclaimer DO NOT DO THIS))

Anyways, my thinking for this paragraph! I really wanted to have the memories of a slightly domestic life within TIES flashing through Etho's mind. I like to think about TIES as fiercely loyal to each other, like some type of almost family. Not like... family family, but you get what I mean. Having that section, that little glimpse into what living in denial about their time running out was something I think added to the overall horror of this chapter.

Skizz fixes Etho with a look, right in the eye, one that Etho knows he'll never escape. The ticking still doesn't stop. "My time will not go to anybody else. TIES gets to final three." Etho's grip around the axe tightens, but– he turns to face Tango and Impulse. “Tango, you don't– you don't want it?” Please take it. Please. But Tango is shaking his head, resolute. "You need it most, dude."

This part was less me and more the actual dialogue of what happened. I must have rewatched that scene from Etho's pov a good thirty times just trying to peruse what I wanted to keep, edit, or add to this scene. The only thing I really, really needed to convey throughout this entire time was the time ticking away and away, because I think as the end approached in LimL, that was something every player came to notice constantly. Tick, tick, tick, tick. That little rhythm, a reminder that their time was fading. A reminder it wasn't too late.

The other thing I think is worth noting about the ticking in this fic--I don't know if you ever heard or watched Unus Annus, but I was a day one watcher of that channel and the first thing I thought of when I saw the concept of LimL was that goddamn ticking clock they had at the start of their videos, counting down. It really affected how I watched the entire series and I wanted that tick tick tick tick to carry through in this.

(i'm gonna put the rest under a read more!)

Skizz turns, and kneels, his face turned to the ground in acceptance. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. The axe swings upward, poised in the air above Skizz's neck, and the night falls silent, the air static with energy Etho can't quite place. (There are Eyes w̸̜̼͗͝͝a̴̦͓̻̋̂t̷̤̰̞́͠c̵̠̯̩͌h̷̫̰̏i̸̱̙̻̊̋͑ň̷̙̠g̵̫̱̊.)

Once again, a combination of canon and the tick rhythm.

"Static with energy Etho can't quite place." THIS line right here was where I first started trying to carry in the same feelings as one might have felt when reading The Stories We Tell and the Truths Untold. Being set in the same series, if you've read both fics than you'll know that Etho and the Watchers have just a slight history. My goal here was to carry across that weird energy Etho felt back with Team Canada in this fic. And, if the reader had NOT read the Team Canada fic, which I assumed would be the case since Ethubs is such a more popular thing than Team Canada, they could interpret it as the energy of four men on a platform--two about to watch their best friend die, one about to kill his friend, and the fourth knowing his end is here.

And then the final line with the Watching!! Once again, a throwback to the Team Canada fic, where I not only had used this type of text for the watchers throughout, but had also increased how corrupted the word "watching" was as the fic progressed and Etho got more freaked out.

eeeheheehhehehehe this is literally just building up tension for the most part--racing thoughts, the ticking ongoing, Etho hesitating to do it, which is where the fic differentiates from canon.

“Etho....?” He doesn't even know who said it. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. (Somewhere in another game, Tango tells Bdubs: He's a survivor, man, that's what he does.) Etho swings.

Yeah. yeah... this line. I think the throwback to the Line was important to Etho's character and the study through the rest of the fic. He's a survivor. I'll be interested to see if that continues in Secret Life, because...he's actually been so out of character I could see him not choosing himself in the end. Just once. I dunno! I could be SO wrong. But so much of this fic revolves around Etho and his need to survive vs. the love he has for his friends...I think this sets the stage for the internal conflict coming.

Just as the axe connects with Skizz's neck, thunder cracks overhead, so loud the crack shatters through his bones and shakes the platform. The lightning hits Skizz in the same second, blinding white and in arcs of electricity that dance down Skizz's body, down through his hair and neck, and then up the axe still moving into his neck. It's too late to stop the connection, too fast to stop the lightning from dancing its way up the blade and handle. Instead, it's as if Etho is frozen, mesmerized by the tendrils of pure energy that arc around his hands, before connecting, and– Heat travels through his body, up through his hands and arms and then the rest of him. It's so much that he thinks he might explode, or maybe he just has. The world is silent, save for the ringing in his ears, and a thousand years have passed in the agony that tears through him. The entire world is white and gone and it's too much, enough he’s sure he’s going to die with Skizz."

If you've ever wondered what this sounded like in my head... it sounded like this. I don't know how to explain that most of this section was inspired by a fucking Spiderverse track, but here we are. So much of the build-up and the actual strike was this. If you listen to the song, it builds up and up for the first 34 seconds, and then it stops, and then just. GOES and that's the moment I felt like the axe dropped and the lightning struck, in those moments after. I know that probably sounds like . laurie what the fuck is wrong with you. but the vast majority of my fics are written with song inspiration and soundtrack in mind, and music helps me visualize things such as this i could NEVER write otherwise. If you don't listen to soundtrack or instrumentals, I highly recommend it for writing!

Thanks so much for the section!!! I hope this all makes sense:]

#laurie thoughts #anon #fic segment commentary #etho

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smolwritingchick · 2 months

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Hi Val ! just a little note to thank you for creating Nini because it's super rare to have a black oc with a lot of updates so I hope you will continue like that🫶🏼I've been following you since before you deleted your account🫡 so when I saw that you had taken it back I was super happy ✨️ I just wanted to know if you knew when you were going to post or if you had to rewrite everything. big kisses to you and Nini 🫶🏼

Hi Angie!!! Omggg you are sooo sweet! Thank you thank you thank youuuu! I appreciate you sticking with me after all this time! I still get shooked when readers tell me they've been here before I deleted everything. I should also apologize to you and the old readers. I deleted everything abruptly with no explanation and I never realized just how happy my writing made so many people until I started getting messages on my personal Tumblr blog. And I'm like damn.

What made me start writing again and reposting my work was when I got a text message late last year from one of my elementary school mentors. I've kept in touch with her ever since and she had asked me if I was still writing. That question lit the fire again. I've been asked that question by so many people but when it came from her, something just sparked in me and I said to myself, "I fucking miss this shit. Let me start over,"

So, I set everything up. It's pretty cool to start back from the bottom and get rediscovered. I call myself a beautiful accident when people come across my stuff. I'm satisfied with reposting my work and being a smol part of the Black K-Pop community. I've become more of a casual fan of BTS and I don't follow too much K-Pop like I used to. I surely missed A LOT but it's exciting to watch and read over the things I missed in BTS from late 2020 to now.

I chose to finally write on Wattpad, too. I never used the site like that but I was like, I'm older now, let me at least try to write on it and I fell in love with it. I found the PDF of Bangtan Gal and then I began to reread and edit each chapter. Although lots of gifs and photos aren't there like before, I would rather have all the chapters I wrote for the story be here over some replaceable gifs and photos.

I rewrote a lot of things. Like the dialogue to make sure it would say "Jennie said" instead of "Says" and as I would reread certain chapters new ideas would come about and I would add to it which helped me get my groove back. A good example is the War of Hormone chapter when I thought of even more ideas of Jungkook helping Jennie get used to being in the presence of his stage persona when they perform together for the song. When he grabbed her back and asked her "Where you going?" when she started backing away was in the heat of the moment and I thought it was funny and pretty cute. And then him saying to himself that he hoped to be her boyfriend in his head at the end was another last minute idea when editing.

2+ years of writing the chapters and now I am back to where I stopped writing. It's surreal continuing the story. I hope you all bear with me for the slow updates. I missed how frequently I'd post the already prewritten/edited chapters lol. I was so excited to post this story again.

But anyway, I appreciate you all for taking the time to check out my creativity. I'll continue to work hard! :)

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demonsocialworker · 2 years

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I Missed You - Jonathan Byers

Female x reader/Enemies to Lovers/Set in season 4/Gif not mine

Word Count: 1,314

A/N: rewrote this a few times lol i still don't think i like the way i wrote it very much but enjoy <3

(Jonathan and Nancy aren't together in this, the story would take place after the California gang get back home)

You had to deal with Jonathan Byers stealing your best friend from you, but now he had gone too far. Argyle stopped picking you up for school and instead went to get him, he was always hanging out with Jonathan instead of you, and now the only time you got to see Argyle was at work. You were at work with Argyle when the work phone rang, and Argyle answered it. "All right so two large pepperoni pies gotcha, they'll be there in thirty minutes or less." He turned to you after he hung up the phone, "Dude guess who that was!" You didn't even have to guess, "Jonathan?" "You know it, I'm gonna go take him his pies I'll be back in a bit." He shoved the pizzas into his delivery bag and headed out the door. Of course, Jonathan would manage to steal your best friend from you even while you two were at work.

Argyle had been gone for three hours, where the hell did he go? You tried to cover for him for as long as you could but eventually your manager found out and flipped his shit. On the way home that night you stopped by Argyles house and didn't see his van in his driveway. What did Jonathan get him into now?

Hours kept passing without a call from Argyle. You left a message with his mom for him to call you as soon as he got home, but the next day there was still no call. This had to be Jonathan's fault, there's no way Argyle would disappear like this. One day turned into two, and on the third day you had made flyers and were about to start stapling them to light posts when you saw a familiar van driving down the road. "Holy shit." you muttered to yourself. The van turned into Argyles driveway, and you dropped your flyers to run to him. He hopped out of the driver's seat when he saw you and opened his arms to embrace you. "Where have you been?" you said as you teared up, "I was about to stick a missing flyer to that post over there!" He looked down at you and went to wipe away the tear falling down your face, "Jonathan had an emergency dude. It was a family thing, so I had to help. I should've called I'm sorry." When you heard Jonathan's name you could feel your entire body fill with anger. You let go of Argyle and marched over to Jonathan. His little brother and sister were walking into the house, and you waited until the door closed behind them before you started screaming. "Are you fucking kidding me? You kidnap my best friend for three godamn days and say it's a family emergency!?" Jonathan's mouth dropped open, you had done your best to be nice to him until now, now it was different, now you wanted to kill him. "I can't believe this shit and I can't believe Argyle's defending you!" Argyle got in between the both of you to try stop you from screaming again, "Y/N dude I swear, it was an emergency and I wanted to be there for him, I-" But Jonathan interuppted him, "Argyle don't, she kinda has a point but I want to explain. I can't explain out here it's too dangerous I don't want either of you to get hurt. Especially Y/N." Why is he being nice to you all of a sudden? You two have never had a full conversation but now he's acting like he wants to protect you. But Argyle was on his side, so you decided to go inside and let him "explain" why he got your friend to leave town for three days with no notice.

You walked through the door with Argyle and Jonathan, Jonathan walked behind you and put his hand on your back to lead you through. What the hell? He's never done anything like that and even though you wanted to hate it, you couldn't. "I'll go check on Jane and Will for you bro." Argyle said. Jonathan led you to Argyle's room so you could talk in private. You walked into Argyle's room and Jonathan closed the door behind you. "Look, what I'm about to tell you is gonna sound crazy but just bear with me." You rolled your eyes, "Yeah, sure okay."

The last hour that Jonathan spent talking sounded like he was just telling a story from one of his brothers dnd games. You weren't sure you believed it, but the tone of Jonathan's voice made you want to believe. "Look even if that's all true, why did you drag Argyle along?" He sighed and looked down, "I needed a ride, my mom took the car to the airport and mines still broken down, so I didn't have much of a choice." You wanted to be nice, even if his story sounded crazy a lot of it made sense, like why his little sister did that scream outside the school. "Okay, sure I believe you. Even if it doesn't make that much sense I guess." Jonathan stared into your eyes for a minute, and you stared back. You've hated him since he moved in but now sitting here with him after he opened up to you made you see him differently. He looked shyer than normal, and he looked really tired. "Here, um, sit down on Argyle's bed. You look like you need to." He chuckled a little but sat down anyway. "I probably need to do more than sit down, but I guess it's a start." He looked up at you and grabbed your hand, "Y/N, can I tell you something?" You couldn't think of anything he would want to tell you, but strangely you could think of something you wanted him to tell you. "Yeah, what's up?" He pulled you a little closer to him and wrapped his hand around the back of your legs, trying to tell you he wanted you to sit on his lap. "What are you doing?" you asked. He pulled on your legs again, "Sit." You thought about it for a second before you gave in and sat on his lap. He moved his hand up to your back and used the other one to grab one side of your face. "I missed you. Like, a lot. Even if you hate me, I still thought about you the entire time I was gone, wondering if you were safe here." You started to blush; you didn't hate him. Well, not anymore. "I thought about you too, mostly how bad I wanted to punch you for kidnapping Argyle, but I still thought about you." He laughed, and then started staring at you again. "I'm sorry I kidnapped your friend. But I think I know a way to make it up to you." You didn't know what it meant until he used the hand he had on the side of your face to pull you closer. You closed your eyes as he pulled you even closer, wrapping his arm tighter around your back and using his other hand to guide your face towards his. Your lips met his, and all the hate you thought you had for him melted away. You lifted your hands up around his neck and pulled yourself even closer to him. You wanted to stay in that moment forever, in his lap with your lips moving against his. But you knew you couldn't, so you pulled away, "We can do this another time, you need to sleep." He smiled at you and scooted farther up onto the bed with you still in his lap, then laid back and pulled you down with him, "Alright, but only if you stay here with me." You smiled back, "I wouldn't want to be anywhere else."

#stranger things x reader #stranger things #stranger things jonathan #jonathan byers #jonathan byers x reader #jonathan byers x you #stranger things fluff #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fandom #stranger things argyle #jonathan byers fluff #byers family

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deadhawke · 30 days

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Oh my god I just thought of a character/universe crossover with Trigun that probably no one will get cause ive never seen anyone talk about the other series BUT that being said!

Trigun crossover/AU with Kino No Tabi (The Beautiful World)

(Personally I’m thinking of the first volume of the light novels English translation over the manga or anime. Cause that’s what rewrote my brain in high school. Like genuinely impacted me in a way no piece of writing ever had.)

Like truly I can see so clearly where Wolfwood has Hermes and they travel together, and then at some point they pick up Vash. Or even the other way around and there's finally a universe where Vash can drive a motorcycle.

The ideological and moral HELLFIRE that Vash would go through visiting The Land of Majority Rule or The Land of Peace! How would Vash and Wolfwood handle the Coliseum? Could Vash take that shot? Would he have even conceived of anything like that plan? Would Wolfwood have to do it instead?

There is crossover with the philosophy of both books/series in regards to how the world is a mess and sometimes a bloody horrible mess but it is still worth saving. Not to mention how both main characters are constantly traveling and dealing with both the joy and tragedy of everything. As the front page of Kino No Tabi says:

The world is not beautiful, therefore it is.

(further random info and links below the readmore including the prologue of Kino No Tabi which really will help you understand what I'm on about here)

In case any Trigun people want to join me in this, here’s a link to the only pdf I could find on where you can read the story I’m talking about. If you like the moral and philosophical discussions and implications of Trigun this will be so up your alley. The link above is a google drive link I can personally vouch for.

Here is the prologue as promised. The vibe is just. Just read it and trust me.

And then there was darkness. There was no light. No moon, no stars. Only the sound of the wind in the trees, wafting through the darkness. "You know… it's kind of like…" Kino trailed off. A contemplative silence followed. Or perhaps sleep. "Kind of like what?" Hermes asked. "I sometimes wonder if I'm really just a terrible person. Sometimes I feel like I am. Sometimes, it actually makes sense that I am. Because I can't change things; or worse – I just tell myself I can't, so I don't. But whenever I get like that – feeling terrible, I mean –everything else – the world, the people I meet – it all becomes incredibly beautiful to me. I fall in love with it. That's why I keep traveling – because I want to experience more. Because sometimes, I get to see some good. Maybe even do some good." Kino paused to entertain another thought. "Still, I know if I keep on moving, I'll always see more sadness, more tragedy –experience more sadness and tragedy." "But if you experience it – if you know it's tragic – how can you be a terrible person? Terrible people don't experience other people's pain… do they?" "I don't know. I only know it doesn't mean I'm going to stop traveling. I love traveling, and even though I see so much death – even though I have to kill people sometimes – I want to keep doing it. And…" "And?" "I can stop anytime." Kino's tone was resolute. "So I keep going… You see?" "Honestly? Not really." "Oh. Well, that's okay." "You sure? I mean, it helps if we're of one mind about things…" "How can I expect you to understand it if I don't? And I don't. Not really. I'm still confused, Hermes. And in order to find my way out of this confusion, I keep traveling." As if there were a road that led away from it. "Ah…" "I'm going to sleep. We've got a long way to go tomorrow. Good night, Hermes." "Good night, Kino." Thick cloth softly rustled, and then utter silence filled the darkness again.

The formatting of the pdf is not the best but I double checked it against my hard copy that it is the correct translation. Specifically it is volume 1 as it was the only one to get an official translation.

#trigun #trigun maximum #trigun stampede #kino no tabi #kinos journey #random dribble #if you know Kino and get what I am saying here know I love you and appreciate you

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