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#and then my old friend who i stopped being friends with bc of her [redacted] came up to help me and hug me and talk to my mom
theloveinc · 2 years
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i need to figure out what the hell’s going on with my tags
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beca-mitchell · 2 years
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Umm... that girl who reblogged a post from her male friend who you made all your buddies send rude anons to? Don't play dumb
edit: removed usernames bc i would hate to be told i’m bullying by setting my followers on these people or something like that
Are you joking?
Nobody made anybody do anything. I don't know who sent her anons, but she is literally a 20 year old adult who was called out on something shitty. Do you think I give enough of a shit about her to send friends to send anons? Or do you think nobody has an any agency? Like did she send YOU to send anons? Or are you just here being a knight for no reason.
After simple research, she has been crying non-stop about anons she got that were evidently not remotely rude (if they were the ones published on her blog) and she consistently has been fucking lamenting over how shitty things are for her.
You all don't seem to get it so I will spell it out nicely for you:
[REDACTED] posted a long post about how he was HATE CRIMED. Literally, "I was a victim of a hate crime". Then detailed how the specific hate crime was that a black woman (an "African American woman" rather) crossed the street to avoid his house while he was standing watering his front yard.
Now, there are SEVERAL reasons why any person would cross the street to avoid a person watering their lawn (one being that they don't want to get wet??).
But of course, this individual decided to give us more information. He said he was a 40 year 6'4 caucasian male. Fairly fit or whatever his description was. She was a black woman.
Not only did he profile her immediately, he ASSUMED she was judging his singular pride flag hanging outside his house. Not anything else. Now if you don't know why a black woman or any woman really would want to avoid a 6'4 man (a white man!) in today's climate/society/environment, then you need to TURN ON THE NEWS.
(side bar - if you think this is a hate crime, then you are simply a white karen and you will stop at nothing to make yourself a victim in situations where you want to exert power over the agency of minority populations. full stop.)
Now your dear friend [REDACTED] reblogged it and said "this is so sad uwu signal boost bc more people need to be aware" and "mental health" or some other obnoxious shit like that. There is nothing to signal boost here. Do you know why? Because you have yet another white man profiling a black woman and stripping her of her agency, her entire being, and what she was doing (which was minding her own business) just so he could make a post about being sad about hurt feelings. That's all it was. People get hurt feelings all the time from social interactions they don't understand, but you can see not ONCE in his essay-length post did he consider what she was thinking. Somehow, to him, the only thing that could have been going through a black woman's mind as she encountered a 6'4 white man watering his lawn was that she wanted to hate crime him by minding her own business and walking across the street.
never mind that he was obviously tracking her for several minutes by watching her exact positioning at any given time.
so no, i do not believe it was right for her to reblog it. she can reblog what she wants on her blog, but she now wants to cry wolf and point to things that are simply untrue. i am not making anybody send her things, nor have i posted about it publicly at the level she has. she has simply made herself out to be a victim when she is not one. in fact, she was told by, ostensibly, several black individuals (black women if i recall correctly) what she was doing was uncomfortable and wrong and all she did, instead of removing the post was to remove the "signal boost" tag and leave "mental health".
There is no mental health at all associated with that post. There is nothing to be gained from that post, at least nothing of value to other people. it was not a coping method, it was not important. somebody's feelings were hurt and that was it. this person, rather than knowing how to cope with hurt feelings in a totally proportionate way to the situation, decided to blow it out of proportion. and your dear friend, instead of talking to her friend privately like most people would, decided to make it everybody's problem by reblogging it. then told maybe one or two black individuals (or the same one) to get off her blog when they identified themselves as such.
she, for some reason still has the reblogged post up so you can see several people's comments on his original post. nobody sent him anons (to my knowledge) and nobody that i know sent her anons (to my knowledge).
PEOPLE WERE UNCOMFORTABLE BECAUSE OF THE POST. This not just that he's a fucking dude in the PP fandom, this is about him making it uncomfortable for several people, especially black people. So they can make it out to be an "oh my god theresa and her friends want people to be excluded from this fandom" um??/ nobody fucking said that? and i certainly do not endorse that? it was uncomfortable bc it was like a thousand microaggressions in each sentence!
for the record, i am not black and i would never pretend to be black. What i did was (1) send her a DM after she unfollowed me bc i got a couple anons and (2) posted in a gc tagging her, to which she unfollowed. i also posted screenshots on twitter.
so you can take these as it is, but if she wants to call me a "demon" or a "minion" or whatever, that's fine with me. i said my piece several days ago and she is the one who is CONSTANTLY bringing it up.
this is not bullying. she and her friends simply do not understand what is going on and have re-characterized this as something that it simply isn't. and they are consistently talking about it, crying about it, and bringing it up in ways that are DRAGGING THIS OUT for no reason.
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vacantgodling · 8 months
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for ovw:
1, 9, 10
thank u for indulging me also i hope you’ve been well *tiny hand on face in a caring gesture*
1. the character everyone gets wrong
like most of them imo i’m not even gl 💀 however i think the one that annoys me the most (aside from hanzo dear god) is honestly zenyatta lowkey. like the number of times i see people make zenyatta to be the most kindest happiest boy that blushes easily whenever his partner (usually ram or genji) teases him makes me so ?? tired. like he’s shown to be playful. he’s teasing. he’s witty. he admits in a voice line that he may be a monk but he’s not a pacifist so they idea that he would balk at someone doing violence is silly. and like the infantilization of him is just so odd to me. he’s got more depth than i feel like many people want to give him credit for???
also this may be my own personal vibe but i feel like people dumb down lucio AND dva like extremely heavily. sure they’re young but lucio literally led a revolution? dva is for all intents and purposes a child soldier? yes the other characters look down on dva bc of her gaming but she’s still a very serious and devoted person to her cause she just likes to have fun as well? i feel like a lot of people just focus on the fun omg waifu energy she has and nothing else about her which is like. annoying. lmao.
9. worst part of canon
LIKE. THE LACK THEREOF— jk. there is a canon but it’s so threadbare and stupid. i think top contenders is the fact that the deadlock gang was est in 1976 before ashe was introduced to the lore, and then they retconned this information (kinda) to say that when ashe, cole and [redacted-we don’t know who the third person is] made the gang, they thought it being est in 76 would look cooler and get them more cred basically. that’s what they said and i fucking remember that shit.
also insert my entire rant about how the genji hanzo and kiriko storyline is ASININE for SO MANY REASONS. also the fact that all the japanese characters are old timey samurai and ninjas basically and have essentially canon allowed magic when like no one else (except zen Kinda?) and it’s just. it’s only them. for no reason. Lmao.
also this is super small but the fact that dva a korean has a mech when like. again japan is right there lmao. dva being an idol sure i get but like if we’re gonna do mechs then like bro 💀💀 it’s a small personal nitpick tho lmao.
also just the way there feels like there’s no plan which is why they stopped story modes production entirely bc they knew there was too much conflicting bullshit to string together a cohesive story. it’s giving mess for me.
10. worst part of fanon
i don’t engage with the fandom itself as much as i used to tbh bc all of my old ovw friends aren’t into it anymore (sans valen he’s also not as into it that much. not that i blame anyone. this game makes me want to commit acts of violence). i think my biggest annoyance was the ship factions and how so many of them hated hanzo LMAO. like y’all can’t see a complex character and give a fuck huh? like we will simp for widow bc of her ass and give her a pass because she’s a GirlBoss tm when she yknow. has done some horrible shit lmao??? we Adore reaper who is also a complex character that has done some Rancid shit. but for some reason back in the day people were SOOOOO up in arms against people who cared about hanzo. it was Exhausting. like mind ur business lmao. i don’t think anyone is wrong for liking literally any of ovw’s characters but like i never understood why the vitriol for han specifically lmao.
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Me: how are you doing?
One of my new patients who is almost non verbal and virtually paralyzed from the waist down, but clearly having a great time: (does the macarena with the most joyful expression)
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hansolmates · 3 years
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distance learning (m)
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summary; after their first hookup, jungkook isn’t so sure whether you’re serious about being exclusive. after all, people say things during sex. jungkook takes it in his own hands to figure out where you stand, and he realizes soon enough that eavesdropping is a bad habit pairing; neighbor!jungkook x (f) reader genre/warnings; fluff, humor, crack, insecure!jk, unresolved sexual tension, stressed!mc, this is really just unnecessary drama bc drama is fun™, sexting, dom kook’s still a meanie in control, posession kink, cock slapping, a blowjob, cockwarming, unprotected, creampie, squirting, (wrap the pickle before u tickle folks) and of course the excessive use of the petname [redacted] w/c; 6.1k a/n; haaaaaa three months later im finally posting pt 2! i figured that no matter how many times i edit/reread at this point i think it’s time to finally let this beast go!!! enjoyyy click here for part 1: remote learning drabbles; 01
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It’s been a week since the thing.
The remote-controlled vibrator thing. 
The whole sappy-love-confesion-during-sex thing. 
Jungkook is antsy, tail tucked in, perpetually wondering whether he went too far. You seemed to like it, and Jungkook definitely loved it. It was spicy and dirty and hot, and at the same time Jungkook thought he really made progress in expressing his feelings for you. Not only that, you said you liked him back!
At least, he thought you did. 
“I really said I’d feed her lasagna and cum in the same sentence,” Jungkook bemoans into his pillow, which still lingers faintly of your Redken shampoo. “I’m disgusting. She thinks I’m disgusting.” 
People say things during sex, Jungkook knows that. In the throes of passion and pleasure, people will say anything that comes to their mind, anything that fits the mood. Of course, you’d be tied in and say you like him back. But did you like him back as a friend? As a fuckbuddy? As something more? 
“Fucking text her,” Taehyung is tired of Jungkook’s wallowing, everytime he checks in on the app developer he’s brooding in one of three places. Today’s his bedroom. Taehyung dips under the blankets, and steals Jungkook’s pillow right under his nose.
Jungkook suppresses a whimper, face melding into the blankets. Now that pillow is going to smell like Taehyung.
“Text her what,” Jungkook replies despondently. 
“I don’t know, something along the lines of ‘I wanna follow through with my proposition of feeding you my cum and lasagna—not simultaneously. Wanna go on a date this weekend?’ It’s that simple,” Taehyung gets up in Jungkook’s face, dark eyes forcing him to bore right in. “Want me to do it for you?” 
“Noo, I’m an adult I can—”
“I did it for you.” 
Jungkook nearly knocks into Taehyung’s hard head, sitting up straight when he notices his phone behind his roommate’s back. This is what he gets for sharing passwords. Thankfully, the message is cleaner than Taehyung’s words, and you’ve already replied. 
[1:23] Jungkook: would you like to go out for dinner this weekend? pasta and wine?
[1:25] You: it’s a busy week this week 🥺 raincheck? 
“Was the sex that bad?” Taehyung frowns, reading the message twice. 
“N-no,” Jungkook is sweating. He isn’t sure anymore. 
Taehyung hands Jungkook back his phone, slowly, as if you’ll reply back with a change of your mind. Jungkook is a deflated balloon on his bed, feeling like a bum in his ratty sweater and a dateless weekend. 
“It’s just that,” Taehyung puts a hand on his lip, mulling, “busy people don’t reply that fast. Like even if she wasn’t busy, there’s a fifteen-minute leeway before replying.” 
This silly rule overrides Jungkook’s mind for the rest of the week. 
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The gyms have been reopened for months, and Jungkook’s trainer misses him dearly. Jungkook meets with Saeroyi in the morning, eager to get a few jabs in with some fresh equipment. He tries to move on, distract himself with a couple of pumps and a match with Saeroyi. It feels great to sweat it off, but it doesn’t help sway Jungkook’s incessant thoughts. 
The ball is in your court now, Jungkook has nothing to do but wait. Some people are just bad texters, maybe you just happened to have your phone near you when Taehyung sent the message. Maybe you just wanted to cut Jungkook off as quickly as possible so you decided to reply fast and rip the band-aid. 
No, you’re definitely not that cold-hearted. 
Re-entering his apartment complex, his eyes linger towards where your room lies on the first floor. It’s all the way at the end of the hallway, and he’s tempted to just confront you and make sure that what you and him really had is indeed, over. Conversely, you could just really be having a bad week and you genuinely do want a raincheck. 
Jungkook’s eyes trail to his form. Still in his gym clothes, and a little sweaty from the travel time. If he gets caught, he can just tell you he’s doing a cooldown by running across the hallways. Not the first time it’s happened, afterall it led him to you at one point. 
He breaks into a soft jog, making a beeline to your front door. His feet squish against your old welcome mat. You haven’t changed it since Halloween, and he smiles fondly at the black scripted “Boo Y’all” written in script next to a chibi-ghost. 
His heart beats faster as his hand lingers by the door, ready to knock. Deep breaths. Who knows, he could just be overthinking (like usual.) 
“Fuck, Hobi!” 
Jungkook freezes, his knuckles a centimeter away from your door. He backs up as if he’s been burned. His heart has fallen all the way down to his ass, and intends to stay there because now he feels like a damn fool. 
The bed is creaking relentlessly, a rhythmic pattern that has Jungkook’s face crumbling at every spring. Jungkook’s face hovers over the door, his ear brushing against the wood. 
“C’mon, bunny,” the male voice is teasing, “you know you love having me over. It would satisfy both of us if you’d just let it go.” 
Bunny. A cute pet name, for sure. The way it rolls off the stranger’s tongue is natural, as if he’s been saying it for years. But what about being his doll, is that not good enough? 
You’re huffy, taking deep breaths. He doesn’t want to hear anymore. Jungkook has put himself through enough self-wallowing for the week. What if he was just a stepping stone to meeting new people that will satisfy you better? What if you just needed one good orgasm to get your flow back, and Jungkook’s job is done? Sure, there were no strings attached when he proposed to have sex with you, but he thought… 
No more thinking. Jungkook jogs away from the door, even going so far is to jog all the way up to the penthouse. 
He hates this. 
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You hate this. 
It’s been five days since Hoseok’s arrival, and you are going bonkers. Why couldn’t he get a hotel or an AirBnB? Because he’s cheap as fuck, that’s why. Your dinky cousin has been clinging to you like a lonely koala, and while you found it cute in the 5th grade, it doesn’t translate well nearly two decades later. 
Every morning is the same. You make a subpar toast and Nutella breakfast, letting Hoseok’s slices go cold as you log in for work. You’ve been clocking in earlier in the hopes to finish the majority of your tasks before Hoseok wakes up, because by then you can barely function. Once he wakes up, he’s relentless, bouncing on the bed and talking your head off while you try to concentrate on whatever your boss is telling you. Whenever he jumps too hard, your cheap mattress causes your laptop to fly, and the only thing you can do is curse him out. Sometimes he plays Disney movies and sings in tandem, choreography and all. 
You know that Hoseok is stressed and this is his outlet, and you don’t have it in you to stop his incessant habits. He’s visiting your area because of a lucrative job offer nearby and the interviews are sporadic, making Hoseok linger in your apartment for hours at a time until he’s summoned for whatever test they want to throw at him. 
Most of the interviews are in the evening, and it’s when you can clock back in and finish your leftover assignments while Hoseok is also working. By the time he returns, you’re dog tired and so is he. 
Every night, you try to move away from Hoseok’s clingy self, as he grapples onto your waist and slings a thigh over your belly. You wish it were someone else sharing the bed with you. 
If you bring Jungkook into the picture however, you’d be burnt for the week. Complete crumbs. It would be too much stimulation for you, having to balance work, Hoseok’s incessant attitude, and putting on a face for Jungkook. Your relationship with the penthouse neighbor is barely budding, hardly watered considering Hoseok’s sudden visit. You cling to the fact that in a couple days you would be giving your undivided attention to Jungkook, most of your priorities out of the way, and most importantly, you’ll have your own room back. 
Maybe you could surprise him by giving him a pasta dinner, just like he proposed. 
Unable to get the thought out of your head, you blindly reach for your phone on the nightstand. It’s late, very late for a workday. The blue screen burns your eyes a bit, but you're determined to at least check up on Jungkook. You can’t take too long, otherwise you won’t be able to sleep and get him out of your head. Dear, unassuming cousin Hoseok is fast asleep next to you, due to the fact it’s nearly midnight. Making sure not to disrupt him, you carefully cup your phone in your hands, putting it on the lowest light setting. 
[11:54] You: hey, hope work hasnt been as draining for u as it’s been for me  ☠️  what’s your opinion on pasta sauces, red or white? 
Jungkook is normally a fast texter, at least from your experience. It’s you that’s the sporadic texter, sometimes taking hours to reply, other times in seconds. It never really mattered until now, however. But it takes five, ten, and finally fifteen minutes before you get a response. 
[12:09] Jungkook: ??? 
You frown, wondering what you said wrong. 
[12:10] You: do you not wanna do pasta anymore? Are you craving something else now?
[12:10] Jungkook: i don’t think it’d work out 
[12:10] You: why? 
[12:11] Jungkook: im sure you know why, bunny. 
Strange. He’s never called you bunny before, and in your opinion you think he’d be the bunny in the relationship—soft and cuddly on the outside, and an absolute horn ball in bed. Is this some sort of weird power play? Is he being passive aggressive on purpose? Whatever this game is, you’re not into it. Grumbling under your breath, you snake out of bed, looking blindly for your slippers in the dark. You’ll be in and out of Jungkook’s apartment in ten minutes. 
Just as your hand brushes the doorknob, your new roommate calls for you. 
“Bunny?” Hoseok calls blearily, and you’re staring straight at his cookie-printed eye mask, “what time is it, where are you going?” 
“Um, out,” you reply shortly, “I forgot I left my laundry in the dryer.” 
“Oh, m’kay. Come back soon, y’know I can’t sleep alone.” 
It’s then you realize. Bunny. Jungkook thinks that Hoseok and you are a thing. He really needs to stop eavesdropping on you. 
You feel your pussy frown. Your cousin is such a cockblock and he doesn’t even know it. Without an answer, you slip through your door and into the first free elevator. As you zing up the floors with the magical 1234 code, you work and rework your hair in and out of its style, wondering if you’ll look more presentable with your hair messy or thrown back. 
As soon as you reach the penthouse, you burst into action. “Jungkook!” you cry, pounding the front door, “it’s a misunderstanding, open up!” 
The door immediately swings open after the first three knocks, and you punch Taehyung in the chest. 
“You look awful,” Kim Taehyung drawls. Taehyung is wearing nothing but a cranberry red silk kimono, and you have to avert your eyes and focus on his face, which is even worse because he’s looking at you like an all-knowing psychic. 
“Gee, thanks,” you try to move past him, but he’s blocking the door. 
“Jungkook’s in a meeting with some foriegn developers,” Taehyung talks with his hands, pretending like he has any idea of the nature of his roommate’s job, “when it’s this late he doesn’t leave his office until morning. Door’s locked.” 
“Well then, can you relay a message?” 
“Depends, is this message going to hurt him further?” 
Oh my goodness, when Taehyung wants to be he is such an enabler. “Tell Jungkook he’s done wallowing. Instead of jumping to conclusions, maybe he should’ve just asked me why we couldn’t go on a date this week.” 
“You could’ve also just told him you have a man on the side.” 
“Ohmygod you two are two iotas of a combined braincell!” you shove your hands in your pocket, hotly scrolling through your phone so you can shove a picture in his face. “This is Jung Hoseok, my cousin who derailed my plans this week by crashing in my too-tiny apartment and forced me to raincheck with Jungkook. He’s a blabbermouth and would tell everyone—my parents, my grandparents, my great-aunts—about Jungkook if he found out I was dating, and I’m not ready for that,” you zoom in on the picture, despite the fact that the screen is practically touching Taehyung’s nose, “and the reason Hoseok calls me bunny is not sexual—you two are fucking gross—I had front tooth problems in elementary school and I had a brace on my two big teeth, it was not pretty.” 
“Ah, bunny.” Taehyung echoes with wide eyes, looking at you as if you’re now the one with sage wisdom, “it all makes sense now.” He gulps, taking in the old photo of a mini-Hoseok and you, yourself frowning to cover your huge braces and Hoseok trying to pull your gums apart with his greasy little fingers. 
Satisfied by Taehyung’s evident squirming, you decide you’re too tired to further this interaction. “Tell the other half of your cell for me, will ya?” You’re already turning away, pressing repeatedly at the elevator button, “I would love to go on a date with him as soon as he gets his head out of his ass.” 
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Jungkook is tired, but not tired enough to murder Taehyung and make it look like an accident. 
When he has late meetings, Taehyung is usually quieter around the apartment, and even gets Jungkook a hot meal once he wakes up in the afternoons. Today, Jungkook slept through and through. Normally he’d wake up midway to Taehyung’s television dramas, or the clanging of last night’s dishes but nope, not a peep. 
And today’s hot meal is takeout from Jungkook’s favorite ramen restaurant. That only means one thing—something has gone to shit and Taehyung feels guilty. 
Jungkook sips his tonkotsu impossibly slow, hearing Taehyung’s words—your words from last night—clear as day. Taehyung even describes in detail where the nickname bunny comes from, down to how miserable you looked in the photo with your monstrously metal-bent teeth. Oh, how he wishes he can swaddle you between the blankets, hold you and comfort you while you deal with your family. 
[2:45] Jungkook: doll, im so sorry
[2:45] Jungkook: please, i booked us a weekend at that new spa that just opened downtown. The tickets are flex, so if your cousin doesn’t leave by then week we can always reschedule 
[2:51] Jungkook: baby doll… 
This is far worse than believing you didn’t like him. Now Jungkook is antsy, knowing you deserve all the space in the world because of how silly he was being. You owe him nothing. If he just waited it out until you were ready, he wouldn’t be in this mess. He’s potato-esque throughout the day, thankfully Taehyung gives him space as he watches hours of mindless television. 
You don’t reply until very late into the night. 
[10:10] You: IM ALIVE--barely!! And mr. jeon, you’re not only a triple texter, but an ellipsis texter???? You’re asking for trouble
Jungkook has no shame, immediately texting you back. He can’t help it, he’s smitten. 
[10:12] Jungkook: taehyung explained everything. It’s all his fault. Don’t ask why, it’s his fault. Im so sorry. 
[10:12] You: mm, it’s okay. Just a misunderstanding. I was pretty upset last night, but i’ve been pretty tired this week so my fuse is short. 
[10:14] Jungkook: you should go to sleep now, doll. We’ll have time together after your cousin leaves
[10:14] You: just a couple more minutes. Miss u and your cute face 
[10:16] Jungkook: 
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[10:16] Jungkook: will this hold u off until saturday?
Jungkook is a pile of goo. Pink, warm, happy heart-glittered goo. It takes a minute for you to reply, and for that whole minute Jungkook is kicking his legs under the sheets of his bed like an eager five-year old who just gave his crush his Valentine. Maybe it’s taking you so long to reply because you’re trying to send a selfie of your own, running off to the bathroom to take a cute selfie if your cousin is asleep in bed. 
[10:19] You: fuck, i kno that’s supposed to be a cute selfie, but i want you so bad. I want to sit on your face, let your lips glisten with my pussy as i cum all over that pretty face
[10:19] You: i wanna touch myself so badly but fuckin’ hoseok is out here snoring like he’s gon hack a lung. Panties are so wet 🥺🥺 your doll is needy for you, wanna be played with
[10:20] Jungkook: lfjsdl;fkjs;fjsoisfoisljsdfsdklfjsdklf 
He throws his phone across the bed, feeling himself twitch in his red flannel pyjama bottoms. The thought of you so hot and needy when you’re ten floors down has Jungkook absolutely livid. He doesn’t know how he’s going to talk to you, comfort you without missing you like crazy. 
Jungkook thinks back to what he has in his fridge. His contractor sent him a cheese assortment, maybe he can bring it down pretending to be a friendly neighbor. Maybe Hoseok can go to the convenience store to conveniently grab a bottle of wine. He can make both of you cum in five minutes, flat. 
Akin to a dumb, horny teenager, he sighs. He rubs his palm longingly over his member. He’s horny, but he’s also eager to see your face. Talk to you, get reacquainted with your routine and sneak his way into it. He wants to be a part of your life, and he’s hoping you will too. 
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[5:02] You: Jungkook, you left me hanging last night
[5:05] Jungkook: baby doll… i wouldnt have been able to handle myself if we continued
[5:06] You: so you decided to dip :( 
[5:06] You: could u play with your doll a lil bit, kook? Hobi left for another interview
[5:08] You: PNG.0901
Jungkook was a fool to believe that you would drop him like that. No, Jungkook can see now that you two are a match made in heaven. You have a bite, never afraid to speak your mind when needed. This translates to a hunger you shamelessly share with Jungkook, both sexual and romantically intimate. He almost wishes he could’ve seen you act like a bitch to Taehyung last night, he can only imagine how sexy you looked telling him off. 
He has the technology to blow up your picture, the one that’s currently having him close his laptop and shove it to the side. He spreads his legs further across his glass desk, trying to find comfort between his tight pants as he absorbs every bit of your skin. 
It’s nothing too risque, but it’s nothing short of sensual. The room is dark, but it’s very clearly a picture of your hand between your thighs. Again, you’re between your wall and bed, squished between your office chair with your legs spread as far as they can go. Your skin is so soft looking, plush as you press two fingers between your damp panties. Adorable. 
[5:12] Jungkook: you know why i never replied last night? Because i was too busy jacking off to your dirty words doll. U really need your mouth washed
[5:12] You: wanna wash it with something else🍆
[5:12] You: please kook, i need something. Hoseok will come home soon and i might rip his head off. Help prevent a murder
Jungkook chuckles, clutching his phone closer to his body. He loves how much you’re opening up to him. Last week feels like so long ago, how you were all flushed and wide-eyed at the proposition of sex. He thinks you two can have a lot of fun getting to know each other, both emotionally and physically. 
[5:15] Jungkook: i was gonna wait until i sent this, but i think my doll needs it. Here’s what i was doing last night
[5:17] Jungkook: MP4.13
He… has a meeting in five minutes. A very important, very serious meeting. Jungkook jacked off enough last night, now it’s your turn. He hopes you like it. It’s not a very long video, barely a twenty-second clip of him fisting his cock. Taehyung was still home at the time, so he had to keep quiet. However, he couldn’t get the image of you out of his head that night, rubbing your thighs together in a cramped mattress as you try to erase the dirty thoughts of him. A murmur of your name, and the image of his precum dripping down his knuckles. You hope it’s enough. 
[5:34] You: u make everything so much easier💜✨
[5:35] You: MP4.234
Two minutes. The video you send is even shorter than his, barely fifteen seconds. You’re in a much more comfortable position, horizontal on the bed. Your shirt is ridden up to the underside of your breasts, one hand clutching your bare breast so hard he can see your cotton plush skin bulging between your fingers. The other hand has your panties shifted to the side, three fingers in your sopping cunt. 
“Mmh—fuck, f-uck Jungkook—” the words are mere breaths, puffs of air as you reach your orgasm. 
His call connects. He nearly drops his phone on the glass.  
“Jungkook!” Andreas from Germany wishes him brightly, “you look great, glowing even!” 
Jungkook blushes, and mutters something about having to go to the bathroom before they start. 
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Taehyung makes himself scarce on Saturday. He packs a duffel bag for himself and takes the PlayStation, knowing it’ll be a long weekend at Jimin’s. 
Jungkook is on livewire for the morning. He even express-delivers a pasta roller to his house, and he spends all morning testing out the perfect pasta dough. His black apron is covered in flour, and he can barely comprehend the tutorial that’s teaching him on his flatscreen. 
He’s on autopilot. He hasn’t contacted you since he sent that selfie, and he doesn’t intend to. Jungkook understands why you made yourself scarce in the beginning of the week, preferring to raincheck and pin your relationship for a better time. Jungkook’s brain is overridden with you, swollen with thoughts of you. You would never be able to focus if you kept in contact like you did last night, especially if you can’t get away from Hoseok. 
Absence surely makes the heart grow fonder. 
Slapping his hands against his trousers, he surveys his handiwork. His pasta is appropriately floured and wrung, each handful of fresh dough wrapped in little nests. Off the stove is a bechamel sauce, a base ready to be cooked in whatever kind of pasta dish you want. He thinks the two of you would have fun making your own non-traditional pasta dishes. 
The soft knocks on his front door interrupts his train of thought, and he knows it’s you. 
You stand in front of the door, impossibly small in a large shirt and a plain pair of leggings. At the sight of Jungkook, a smile as warm and sweet as hot chocolate worms its way to your face, and you collapse into his arms. 
He sighs gratefully, sinking into your small body. When he pulls away, he can’t help but frown at your apparent exhaustion. You must’ve come back from something tedious, because sweat dots your brow and your eyes are still puffy and dark. Your chest arches bonelessly into his, hoping to melt in his embrace. 
“Hi,” you say.
“Hey,” he replies. 
“It’s Saturday.” 
“It is Saturday.” 
You rub your nose between the fabric of his button down, “I should’ve been more specific when I wanted to raincheck on you,” you murmur into the white cotton. 
“No, I’m sorry for jumping to conclusions,” Jungkook whispers, even though you’re the only two people on the floor, “I’ll make it better, yeah? I’m going to love you so good tonight, won’t have to lift a finger—” 
You shake your head, looking at him calmly. “Jungkook, it’s been a long week. Hobi got the job, I spent all this morning moving his two-ton speaker set into his new apartment. I don’t want anything gentle. I want you to rail me into next week,” Jungkook chokes on his saliva when you reach to cup his dick through his pants, already sporting a chub, “fuck me breathless. I want—no, I need this.”
Anything for you, but Jungkook isn’t going to let your mouth runneth over that easily. He wants that too, obviously. But again, you’ve made him wait. 
Bending slightly, Jungkook whispers darkly into your ear, “Who said you can decide the rules here, doll?”  he’s been waiting all week to slip back into this persona, one that has you shivering delightfully under his touch. A small, secret smile tucks itself under your lips as you tilt your head down, but Jungkook catches it. It shows you’ve missed it too. He lets your sneaky smile  slide for now, only because he’s missed you so much and you’ve had a long day. 
“If I wanna fuck you rough, I’ll fuck you rough. If I want to edge you until you're sobbing on the corner of the kitchen table, I’ll do it,” Jungkook spits every declaration into your skin, biting at your shoulder so hard you cry deliciously. 
He drags you over to the living room, and he could sing at how easily you follow directions. Both of you have been tied up this week, and some hard sex would definitely ease that frustration, “Knees,” Jungkook commands, and you waste no time sinking to the floor, hands atop your knees. 
You look up through your lashes, eyes big and glassy. His poor girl is tired, and he finds it all the more attractive that you’re willing to push that aside to make eachother feel good. 
“Pretty, pretty,” he chants, pulling down his pants and letting his dick spring free, “suck.” 
You waste no time, and he watches as your eyes dilate over the expanse of his cock, half-hard and ready for your mouth. Your nails dig into your knees as you start with featherlight kisses, finally turning into sloppy smacks as you lick all over his dick. 
Jungkook groans, weaving a hand into your hair to force his dick down your throat. You gag at the sudden intrusion, but it doesn’t stop you from taking it like a champ. Hard, deep thrusts that he’s sure you can feel all the way in your stomach. You gag at each thrust, but don’t let up as your hot tongue wraps him up and licks at the pre-cum. 
“Fuuuuck, doll,” he rips you away, his now hard dick springing away. He’s a little shaky on his knees, but he plants his feet down as he grips his cock, slapping the tip of it across your cheek. It smears your face, glossing your flushed cheeks in a mixture of your saliva and pre-cum. “Are you trying to make me cum first? So sweet, you don’t even care if you cum tonight, hmm? You owe me, making you believe you had another man.” 
This isn’t true, of course. The both of you know it was just miscommunication, but it doesn’t hurt to play it up for pleasure. 
“N-no Kook, I’m yours,” you grapple at his pants, pulling them down so he can get them off completely. 
“Right. You’re. Mine.” With every punctuated word is a light slap to your cheek, and you take it. His cock bounces right off of you, until you finally move your head to suckle at the engorged tip, “I’m keeping you forever, doll. Don’t you know that?” 
Throughout this whole process, you don’t move, other than the minute clawing at your knees. You’re so good to him. Jungkook pulls away and ignores the ache in his member for now, taking off your clothes for himself. It’s like unwrapping a gift, revealing every bit of skin reserved for his viewing. “So sexy,” he remarks once he’s got you bare, pulling you onto the couch. He’s still in his button down shirt, his date night shirt, sleeves rolled up to the elbow. However, he lets your hands inch under the stiff fabric, feeling for his taut muscle. 
He guides your aching cunt to his cock, sinking you down. It’s a tight fit, and you both moan at the brush of contact. Despite not being prepped, you’re still slick, and it makes up for it. He doesn’t thrust up or anything, just guides his lips to yours with a threadbare brush of his finger. 
“Kook, d-do you want me to move?” you mumble against his cherry-flavored lip balm. 
“Good dolls don’t move until they’re told,” your eyes widen innocently at the statement, and you crumple against his mouth, at his next words, “cum like this.” 
“Awh shit, please no,” you tear up, burying your head between the crook of his neck, “I can’t wait.” 
“Thought you wanted me to fuck you into next week. You can’t do this one little favor for me?” he’s being so mean, and you hate him for it. Haven’t you earned it? “C’mon baby, I thought you wanted me?” 
It’s silent, save for the soft Italian restaurant music playing from whatever tutorial he’s hooked up to his television. It’s terribly cliche, like you’re in the porno version of a European romance movie. He thinks nothing of it, not when your juices are dripping on his thighs, your skin soft and pliant in his grip. Jungkook drums his fingers against your spine, seemingly uncaring that you’re stuffed deep into your womb. 
On the other hand, it’s the only thing you’re acutely aware of. His thick, warm cock is nestled between your folds, right where it should be. You clench once, twice, thankful that this isn’t some crazed wet dream. States of sleep and consciousness have blurred this week, you’re lucky that you made it all the way up to Jungkook’s apartment. 
You can’t cum like this. You need to bait him. You moan, the sound slow and rumbly against your throat as you weave your fingers through his dark tresses. Moving the strands aside to kiss his cold metal earrings you murmur, “I love this, Kookoo. I’ve wanted you all week, I was going crazy. I kept playing last week in my head over and over. I even put in my little vibrator, hoping you’d pull up the app.” 
Jungkook’s teeth clench, and his grip is borderline painful as it digs into your hips. 
“I haven’t been able to cum all week, and I want to do it all over you,” you husk, playing with the roots of his hair. 
You can feel yourself dripping, wetness lubricating you even further and probably staining his thighs and couch with your arousal. Every second that passes is killer, and the fluttering towards your pussy tighten further as Jungkook’s cock twitches in response. Your pussy continues its ministrations, butterfly-like flaps against his hot member that have you vibrating.
“Mm, oh, I’ll cum for you,” and surprisingly, you might be able to. All this dirty talking has gotten you riled up. Just a little bit more and—
Jungkook shoves you off his cock, forcing you to land on the couch. 
“No!” you cry, wiping your face. Your cheeks are ruddied, and you’re annoyed. The coolness of the autumn air has you feeling chilly, and you want to scream at Jungkook for disrupting your orgasm. You feel empty. 
You’re not annoyed for long however, as Jungkook flips you on your back and gives you what you’ve been craving. 
“You glide right in, don’t ya doll,” the friction is deliciously blazing, his hands pushing you further into the large couch as he takes you from behind. Hot, fast smacks against your ass come from the way his balls bounce back and forth as he pistons his cock in and out. “F-fuck, you’re so good to me. So good, I love having you like this. All pretty and dripping, you really know how to make a guy wait, huh?” 
“Mmph! N-no—hng, but I’m y-yours, Kook,” you garble out, and you’re practically eating the throw pillow you’re propped up on as he slams you further into the cushions, so hard you may fall off, “all yours, honey. N-no more waiting. I want you, want you so badly—ah fuck!” 
“It’s worth it, you’re worth it,” he says over and over, his thrusts becoming sporadic and losing their rhythm once he feels you clenching uncontrollably. He presses his two fingers to your sloppy bud, swirling around the juices eagerly. “C-cum, baby doll. You deserve it, yeah? Cum on this cock, let go.” 
You’re starting to see spots, black and white alike. Finally shying away from his cock you rest on your back, but Jungkook doesn’t stop his fingers from flying across your clit. One look at his face and you’re gone. Pretty brown eyes, overflowing with affection. The feeling is different, and it’s the acute pressure between your stomach and pussy that makes you notice what’s going on with your body. The pressure finally releases, your eyes fluttering shut as you rest your cheek on the cushions. You dissolve, a mess on the couch as white hot liquid ejects from your body, spraying Jungkook’s thighs and cushions. 
“Y-you just,” your lover’s mouth is parted open like a baby kitten, uncaring as to how the dark liquid stains his couch fabric. 
“Squirted?” you answer breathlessly, a melty smile on your lips, “y-yeah.” 
 It sets him off, a button left dormant until now. The thatches of hair that surround his cock are dripping with your mess, a cold reminder that he got you to this high. He doesn’t hesitate to slip his cock back into you, and you gasp at the overstimulation. You try not to focus on how your body is a bundle of lit nerves, only to help Jungkook reach his completion. 
“S-so perfect,” he warbles, pressing kisses to your jaw, chin, lips. Each thrust is deep, thick and heady with emotion. “Mm, I wanna cream this pussy sooo badly—mm, all mine, all wet and warm and so so sweet—” 
He cries out your name, biting into your shoulder as your walls fill further with his hot cream. Your thighs are shaking from sensory overload, and Jungkook has to hold you down and soothe you into a state of reality to cling on. 
Satiated, he nuzzles into your chest, feeling absolutely featherlight. 
“T-thank you,” you say gratefully, when at least three out of your five senses return to your body. Your hands dip down to clutch his cheek, pinching lightly at the warm skin.
“Don’t thank me yet,” Jungkook exhales into your breasts, “d-didn’t even feed you my cum yet.” 
You scoff, pinching his cheek again. You’re aware of his softening cock between your folds, ready to seep the efforts of today’s coupling, but your stomach says otherwise. You crane your neck to make note of the kitchen island, staring curiously at the metal pasta roller and the little nests of carby goodness that decorate the cutting board. 
“Feed me pasta first, please. You have all night to feed me dessert.” 
Jungkook giggles into your stomach, he doesn’t mind feeding you in that order. 
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“So.” 
“So?” you have cream sauce on your lips, happily slurping on an angel hair. 
“You haven’t told me you liked me back yet,” Jungkook rests his palm in the swell of his cheek, content with watching you eat from where he’s standing on the counter. He leans his upper body across the marble table, muscles rippling against his white shirt. 
“Oh, I did!” you’re affronted, swinging your legs on the high chair, “I totally did last week!” 
“Yeah, well. Can you say it while I’m not inside you?” 
“Okay,” you blink, quirking him with a simple smile, “I like you.” 
“That was anticlimactic,” Jungkook jokes at the brevity of your confession, yet his heart betrays the charm he finds in the three words. 
You scoff, jabbing your fork in the little next of springy noodles. “What do you want to hear? I’ve wanted you since I’ve moved in? I think you’re really handsome when you pace the hallway doing work on your phone? I like the way you cook?” 
“Keep going,” Jungkook sing songs, walking over to hug you from behind.
The stool swings back and forth as he rocks the two of you, softly and slowly so you don’t throw up your dinner. He noses into your neck, inhaling your scent and committing it to your memory. 
“Mm, dessert first,” you insist, twirling around the stool so you can wrap your legs around his waist. “And then I can tell you exactly how much I like you,” your fingers play with the buttons of his shirt, walking the pads of your fingers across his chest. 
Jungkook grins, hands reaching to cup your bottom and bring you to his bedroom. Of course, he’s always willing to satisfy your insatiable appetite. 
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44. Something you like about your OCs in general?
gods. This is a really hard one to answer because I don't really know like... what I like about them all overall, as a group? Man I'm just in a corner making my action figures kiss.
34. Do you have any twin characters?
Yes actually! Nael and Kalvarian, my [redacted] ocs. (not a bad source, just a small fandom and I do not want them to descend on me if this post ends up in the search. I have very strong opinions about the author and the writing and about 99% of fans and would much rather hide in a corner with 4 friends whose opinions I do not hate.)
ANYWAY. They're fraternal twins, both binary trans, and unfortunately I will never finish the fic I have about them meeting the canon characters and causing confusion because canonically there's a sex-based caste system and the twins each match one of the castes of their actual gender. Every time I try to pick up the fic again I just can't seem to keep writing it, even though I had a whole outline for it and several scenes written from all across the timeline.
The sad thing is that as of the last time I checked the fandom tags on Ao3, it was the only fic touching the possibility of trans characters in this incredibly sex-based world and power system.
But anyway yeah, pretty much inseparable twins who would absolutely die to protect each other (and almost did twice) and who understand each other better than anyone else because they're apparently the only trans characters in multiple planes of existence.
... gods, one day I really should try to finish that fic. And maybe rewrite the published chapters since they're. Very very old and my writing has gotten a little better.
24. If you could meet one OC of yours, who would it be and why?
That's honestly a really really hard question for me? Half my ocs would probably not actually like me or my own insecurities would act up because they're so much stronger and cooler than me and I am a Basic Earth Person. Hm... Maybe Savai or Kolasi, my FFXIV Warriors of Light? Preferably before the storyline breaks Kol and makes her go from incredibly friendly peppy sunshine child to bitter and hurt and kind of lashing out at everyone. I dunno, I just feel like I'd end up swept along with her lol, grabbed by the arm as she runs to find something fun to do while we hang out, or a neat skill she could teach me. Sav is incredibly awkward and shy and 100% would not talk to me, but he's very expressive nonverbally and I'd be able to talk and hang out with him, and maybe make him smile by panting and stumbling to a chair like "Is she always this energetic????"
14. Introduce an OC with a tragic backstory
OKAY SO THIS IS THE REASON IT TOOK SO LONG TO REPLY TO YOU AND IT'S BECAUSE I WROTE OUT LYRIQ'S WHOLE DAMN STORY BUT NOBODY NEEDS THAT LONG BORING SUMMARY GOD
To shorten that WAY the fuck down, local pacifist and protector of her youngest sibling is forced to stop being a pacifist in order to try to protect people better and find her missing sister, only to run into her other sister and be forced to kill her because she's become a homicidal vampire fuckhead.
4. A character you rarely talk about?
... *picks up several warrior cats ocs and dumps them on the floor in front of you*
Granted, most of those don't have any actual character building done beyond color, place in clan, basic personality. So if I have to say someone who's at least a little more built out... Derek (VH, the ex-vault hunter on vaulthuntersuggestions, whose name I probably misspelled again bc I can't bloody remember how I spell his name each time).
Borderlands kind of became a minor trigger for me back in late 2018, so I really started neglecting VH as a character and not giving him nearly as much attention as my other "main" OCs. Hence his pretty stagnant state on VHS, without much in the way of character development. I really shouldn't even try to lump him in with my main OCs; I do because he has his own blog but his muse is so weak he really doesn't qualify.
Still, he is my beloved old man trying desperately to pretend he isn't actually a giant softie and dork and is definitely a rough-around-the-edges merc.
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10 facts about Jacob Venturi? 😏
- lizzieparkerhphm
SMACOB :D
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He was born ten years older than Marti and absolutely doted on her. Could not say no to that girl from the moment she was born.
While he didn’t exactly dote on his younger brother Edwin,( Marti’s middle brother) he could also be just as easily convinced by him. He’d drag his feet a bit more but Ed would turn puppy dog eyes on him and he’d fold nine out of ten.
His mother married his father to escape an abusive home environment right out of Hogwarts. The fact that they  did so hurriedly and ( in his mothers case) desperately became part of the reason they separated. While his parents didn’t disclose this Jacob, being the first born and with latent Legilimency to boost still remembers how sad his mother looked in his earlier years and sorta has some perception of this. Because of this has a vendetta against the Rowle family and it never really dies down ( where his mother came from) during the second wizarding war if the Rowle family death eaters are involved he fights with particular viciousness. It lowkey scares people though also they’re death eaters (so totes deserve it anyways) and Jacob looks like he wants to chew  glass when they get brought up so they...kinda leave it alone.  ( he also doesn’t tell his siblings about this but might have told Duncan Pre-R and other close friends) 
Jacob before Redacted could be a bit too concerned with being cool/popular and used both his latent legilimency and his charisma to climb the social ladder but after Redacted it seems inconsequential. He comes back pretty changed. But the only one who sees those differences is probably Duncan Ashe and Edwin ( Marti has a pretty solid hero-worship view of him and also was like six/ A babie when he went missing so she can’t tell the differences despite how close they are)
He’s an incorrigible flirt but backs off is he’s told to stop/someone’s not comfortable with it.
Jacob’s snark can be a bit sharper/meaner than Marti’s ( think how Fred and George are described in re to their pranks ) but never to his friends ( and can be reigned in by said friends)
Literally the epitome of the Slytherin trait of having a small circle of people who have your loyalty but Oh Do They Have It ( small is relative as for Jacob that circle is friends and family. He’d do pretty much anything for them.)
The fact that he comes back to his dad remarried, two step siblings, his room sealed off  and his little brother and sister aged ten years is....Really Hard For Him To Adjust To?? It really throws him and he grapples with figuring out how he feels about his new family additions and how/if he even fits in it ( he does but he doesn’t realize that/has issues)
He comes back with a lot of PTSD not just from the vaults but also from R. Some are overt like nightmares and hyper-vigilance while some like being a bit too devil may care and cocky ( read: taking too many risks too freely bc self destructive tendencies are a part of ptsd) are a bit more covert (especially because those traits were part of his personality albeit to a lesser extent) and take a while to be honed in land longer to be worked on. His sarcasm is also a bit sharper as a result of this ( irritability/hypervigilance combo) His family and friends help.
He ends up eventually joining Marti’s friend group/being friends with people  in/around her age group ( like Julian) because like “It’s not like I can go to my old mates, they’re old.” ( Jacob you brat lmao) and it according to him just feels less weird to be around people his age. Since he was frozen at 16 and is still sixteen “yeah still f-ing weird. But better” Also Marti’s older friends like  Bill Weasely and Orion Amari big brother him because he’s still 16/Marti’s age when  he comes back and like...he’s...he’s not sure how to feel about that ( Marti thinks it’s hilarious) 
Thank you so much for the ask <3
10 Facts About My Characters
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PLEASE I WOULD LIKE TO KNOW (EITHER-OR!) NEW OR RONAH’S ANSWERS FOR THE WHOLE MEME YOU POSTED
NEW 1. How would you (or they) describe their gender, without using standard binary terms?: new would describe her gender as the color the sky gets right before the sunrise gets started in the summer

2. Are they religious?: no…..sort of…….religion is hard one bc gods like Canonically Exist in this world and she Knows This And Believes In Them but she’s not particularly spiritual and doesn’t have one god she’s particularly devoted to AND because of the memory thing she only like vaguely knows that the gods exist at all so sjdflkjs

3. What social media platforms would they use (if in a world where those existed) and what would they use them for? Bonus: What would they get cancelled for?: new would probably have an instagram but not use it very much, she’d maybe post pictures of stuff now and again and she likes to follow people who make cool things but i think she would mostly make an instagram account and then forget about it (bonus: paz and caramel are BIG on twitter)

4. Do they have any weird scars, and how did they get them?: she has a bunch of regular accumulated life-living scars from like scratches and bug bites and falls and stuff, but nothing really weird except for that she doesn’t remember how she got a lot of them

5. What crime are they most likely to be arrested for?: loitering U__U

6. Ok, what crime are they most likely to have actually committed?: trespassing

7. If the one prison phone call thing was real, who would they call?: paz w/o hesitation (paz is the richest and will probably show up with caramel and run anyway)

8. Do they collect anything? What do they collect?: she collects little trinkets and things! usually small emotionally relevant items that are from or remind her of experiences she’s had (her haircutting knife, that portrait of run in her bag, the small bells off her dress, etc)

9. Who would they platonically marry for tax benefits?: PAZ…….

10. What superstition/paranormal entity/conspiracy theory do they believe is 100% real, whether or not they admit it?: i can’t think of anything like this for new im sorryyyyy i’ll come back to this one

11. What’s something embarrassing they did as a child/teenager?: [REDACTED DUE TO MEMORY LOSS]

12. What’s something embarrassing they probably did yesterday?: walked up to someone without looking directly at them, assumed they were run, started talking to them, and then realized that they were just a random stranger and not run

13. What hobby did they try once and give up on? Why?: jewelry-making! she wanted to make more fun earrings and stuff for herself and her friends but she doesn’t have access to many of the right tools for it and the stuff she managed to put together didn’t look how she wanted it to so she just stuck with weaving as a hobby

14. What niche topic do they get incredibly pedantic about?: SJKDGLF THANKS TO HER LIKE WEEK OF RESEARCH AT THE PIPER TOWN LIBRARY THAT ONE TIME SHE KNOWS SO MUCH ABOUT OLD RICH FAMILIES ON PANSIA…..paz will make some offhand comment about a family the mahaleys work at and new will be like. eyes emoji

15. What’s their favorite food to make?: she loves apple cinnamon oatmeal and loves to make it from scratch ;__;

16. What do you think this character’s worst decision was? What does this character think their worst decision was?: New Has Done Nothing Wrong In Her LIFE (SHE thinks her worst decision was agreeing to abandon caramel and run & go with paz when paz left them, even though they ended up turning back pretty quickly)

17. Is there anything you wish the writers had done differently with this character? Why?: I WOULD HAVE LOVED TO SEE THE WRITER GIVE HER SOME MORE CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT IN THE SECOND HALF OF FMFY, I THINK THAT SHE AND ALL OF THE CHARACTERS COULD HAVE REALLY BENEFITTED FROM EXPLORING THOSE NEW WEIRD DYNAMICS BEFORE THE CLIMAX OF THE BOOK,

18. What character from another work do you think they’d get along really well with?: within my own works (elise nano extended universe) i think that she would get along with maimou from ttsp (he’s that kind of friendly that would put her at ease and draw her out of her shyness somewhat i think), and outside of my own works i have this vague sense that she might get along with charlotte’s oc io?

19. What character from another work would be their mortal enemy?: not mortal enemy but i think that she and turnadot from lamsm would be at odds because of the like difference in approach they have to everything that’s happening to them and the difference of experience… oh iro i think would get frustrated at her easily i think

20. What’s a headcanon you’ve always wanted to share but none of these ask memes ever ask you about it?: I Am Constantly Sharing All My Headcanons And No One Can Stop Me
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RONAH 1. How would you (or they) describe their gender, without using standard binary terms?: you know when you light a fire in the snow at night and the light is orange and the shadows are this bright blue? that color

2. Are they religious?: yes! they’re a big believer in the moon and the cycle (ironically….. :( )

3. What social media platforms would they use (if in a world where those existed) and what would they use them for? Bonus: What would they get cancelled for?: gjsdlgjsf i really feel like the closest they have to a social media presence is like. a goodreads account. and then they show up in the background of thrip’s tiktoks sometimes and their brothers reference them in tweets and raiv’s instagram has a lot of selfies with them

4. Do they have any weird scars, and how did they get them?: the only weird scar they have is one on their thigh where they accidentally cut themself mid-switch between elf and wolf forms and it took forever to heal and it’s BRIGHT red

5. What crime are they most likely to be arrested for?: grim answer: being a wolf shifter

6. Ok, what crime are they most likely to have actually committed?: accessory to murder U___U

7. If the one prison phone call thing was real, who would they call?: they’d want to call raiv, but they would call laithe (they would consider calling bliss “walked barefoot across the country to get out of a witchcraft trial” parvo and then immediately decide against it)

8. Do they collect anything? What do they collect?: they have a modest storybook/folktale book collection, just a small shelf of their favorites, but they aren’t really the collecting type

9. Who would they platonically marry for tax benefits?: they would (queer)platonically marry bliss for tax benefits, although honestly bliss is getting the benefit because it means they never have to do taxes again because ronah will do them

10. What superstition/paranormal entity/conspiracy theory do they believe is 100% real, whether or not they admit it?: probably one that they’re kind of embarrassed about but still believe deep down that lonaih and unaech (wolf shifter folk story cornerstones) are still alive and out there somewhere somehow

11. What’s something embarrassing they did as a child/teenager?: they were VERY into performing songs and plays and stuff when they were younger, which is something that they feel kind of silly and embarrassed about now (but they still love to tell stories)

12. What’s something embarrassing they probably did yesterday?: walked around the corner and saw themself in a mirror and scared themself

13. What hobby did they try once and give up on? Why?: music, because it was impractical…. :(

14. What niche topic do they get incredibly pedantic about?: LITERALLY EVERYTHING, THATS LIKE THEIR JOB, I LOVE THEM

15. What’s their favorite food to make?: do you remember that braid of pesto bread iro was briefly eating in the beginning of lle? you might not because i suddenly can’t remember if you read the whole thing or just the kavi chapter, BUT ronah learned how to make that because it’s both iro and thrip’s favorite food

16. What do you think this character’s worst decision was? What does this character think their worst decision was?: i personally think that the decision to actively assist their family in a scheme to murder a moon goddess for revenge isn’t the BEST idea they’ve ever had. ronah thinks their worst decision was leaving raiv behind

17. Is there anything you wish the writers had done differently with this character? Why?: it would be cool if the writer had. written the last three to five chapters of the book they’re in. i think that would have been neat
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18. What character from another work do you think they’d get along really well with?: i think that they and kavi would bond over a love of family and stories!! w/i my own works i kind of like to think that they would get along with farfara from tayl. sonia from ttsp would also remind them of their family, and i think they’d like her for that

19. What character from another work would be their mortal enemy?: this is niche but the bounty hunter from see me through would hate them

20. What’s a headcanon you’ve always wanted to share but none of these ask memes ever ask you about it?: they used to dye their hair when they were younger!
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Dreamscape - Six
wc - 1k
a/n: what's the opposite of queer baiting? bc that's where this story is going . just letting y’all know ! <3
TEN MINUTES LATER
BARTON BARN, REDACTED
"Well I knew you were a fighter. Knew it also wasn't long before I was patching you up again." Nick admitted to her and she rolled her eyes at him. He had only patched her up once and that was when she had gone on a mission and saved a man from an explosive. She knocked her head right into the concrete ground and needed seven stitches.
Mari was still confused. "But I don't understand. What happened that day, what did I see that made them wipe my memory? And why did they experiment on me? Why?" She asked the director and he still remained concerned on the makeshift shoulder splint he was making for her.
Once he was done wrapping it he put his aid supplies back on top of a shelf and turned to face away from her. "You commed me. Seemed like you found something heavy. And then I got static." He put simply before turning around to face Mari this time. "Then they took you away before you could send or say anything else."
Out of tiredness Mari slumped against the old tractor.
There was no one left to question about the mysterious day. Fury only knew part of what happened, Mari knew none of what happened and- the person who took her away. If Mari wants to figure out what those files held and what really happened then she's goto to speak to the person who took her.
But they were portably long gone by now. There is no way someone is just waiting in the bushed to tell Mari about what happened that day. To give her her memories back.
"I also had this weird- dream like thing. That enhanced girl put me under her spell. But while I was under it was different. It wasn't a nightmare or anything." Mari brought up the memory in her mind. She was just there in the emptiness with a voice. A girl. "I heard a girl, entity. She called herself entity. And she said that I needed to survive and so does she."
Fury looked at Mari with a stern cold face. But even though others couldn't read it as anything she knew better. He was trying to put two and two together. She's been around him long enough to know when he's thinking.
Mari looked at the clock behind him and realized she was running late for play time. "Well I told you all I know. This was a fun debrief Nicky but I've got a little lady to meet up with. Don't stress out Maria too much with me, okay?" She backed away from the man and to the door as she watched him watch her every move.
"I'll handle it Perez."
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Mari made it to Lila's room in a hurry and knocked on the door before opening it to look inside. Lila was sitting on the floor a doll in one hand and her other empty. "Princess Mari has come to Princess Lila's castle on time. May I enter?" She asked the little girl and was met with a yes.
She found her way on the floor sitting on a cushion when Lila looked up at her. "Are those other people down there superheroes like you?" She asked her former babysitter and Mari laughed a little at the question. Lila thought she was some powerful being but really she was far from it. Especially after what hydra did to her.
But still it didn't hurt to hear Lila say it again.
Slowly Mari nodded her head.  "Yes they are. Don't tell them this but-" Mari leaned in to whisper closer to the little girl so no one else could hear. "I think they're the best people to save the world."
A knock came from behind the two girls and Mari's neck snapped to the door. It was Steve. He wasn't wearing his tactical suit- he actually looked like a normal guy. Like he had belonged in this house.
"Your mom said to come downstairs to the kitchen. Something about chicken fingers?" As soon as Steve spoke word about chicken fingers Lila was gone from her room in an instant. Mari stood up from the floor too just  bit slower to not cause more pain to her shoulder.
But Steve looked like he didn't want her to go anywhere too soon. "You really think we're the best people to save the world?" He asked her and Mari looked at him in shock, not knowing how he had overhead her comment. He pointed to his ear, "Super hearing."
Mari nodded in undesranding. "I do. I mean you did it in New York, right? Who's to say you can't do it again?" She walked up to him and placed her good hand over his shoulder and gave him a smile. "I know that you'll do fine."
"What do you mean 'you'll'?" Steve asked in confusion and Mari rolled her eyes playfully at him. "You don't think you're ready." Of course he had managed to hit the nail on the head. But Mari wouldn't let him know that. Captain America couldn't have everything.
"Well," She let out a sigh and landed against the door frame while facing Steve. "I'm ready for a mission. Just not this one. I'm wanna take a look at this whole entity situation. Somehow I think I'm meant to help your friend."
Steve couldn't stop the smile on his face or the happiness that was flooding his mind. "Thanks Mari, for stepping up." Mari's hand dropped from his shoulder and found it's way into her back pocket. "Thor was right about you."
And with that Steve walked away in a hurry. He knew what he had just leaked was about to start a fire. Mari knew it was about to start a fire. Thor didn't know it yet. "Right about what?! Steve! You senior citizen get back here!"
Mari ran down the steps after him but he was already turning the corner into the kitchen. As she reached the final step she heard Laura's voice. "No running Mari!" She parented her and Mari let out a sigh and rolled her eyes. "And I know you had a beer."
As she reached the kitchen and saw everyone setting up the table she took a seat for herself. "A princess never shares her secrets."
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firesong-writes69 · 3 years
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*random 4:00 am notes bc my sleep schedule is f*cked* 
I’ve talked about the biology of my Zurians’, the humans who evolved and call themselves Luminans’, and the differences between the two species. I guess the next development aspect of “The Far Side of The Moon” is to talk about Nix! 
Name: Nix  Planet: Lumina - Trilla, Delphic Star System  Species: Zurian  Tribe: (NOT APPLICABLE)  Mate: (REDACTED) Occupation: Trader Age: equivalent to 25 human years old  Gender: (NOT SPECIFIED) 
Nix is a wandering merchant whom spends their days in exile supporting the various small Luminan settlements. They are particularly fond of the Luminan’s in Curiosity 12, a settlement on the line where the sky meets the sea. Why Nix does not communicate with their birth tribe is unknown, but nonetheless rumors amongst the Luminan’s spread. 
“What to you suppose? I hear they fell in love with a scientist working on the Zurian Project. But their tribe mates objected that and sent them to exile.” A young farmer said in a hushed tone, pulling her friend aside. 
“Well, I heard they’ve got a deformity. Their anatomy is unlike any other Zurian’s.” Their friend scoffed. “It seems more plausible.” 
“A scientist from the Zurian Project? But those members who are still around are in their 60′s - 70′s. Nix can not that old! They’ve got a very young face.” Another teen gossiped. 
“Who knows how old Nix really is? We know so little of the Zurians. It would be rude of us to ask.” 
“Not that we would ever know for sure. They’re always so busy trading with mama and mum.” The teen Luminan sighed. 
“I feel a bit sorry for them. No home, no family - no spouse or mate. And yet they do so much for our community just for the sake of it.” 
“Perhaps we should invite them to *Expedition Eve?” The teen wondered, her eyes widening. 
“Worth a shot.” Their friend nodded. “I’ll talk to my guardian.” 
The other teens on the field became quiet as the girl looked up, unable to stop herself from staring. It was the Zurian - Nix - arriving in their settlement of Curiosity 12 to trade. They stood at a proud seven feet tall, bi-pedal, with three digits extending from their palms and feet. They had piercing blue irises and scales extending from their face. But their main, beautiful feature was their skin. It was a clear, crystal color on the surface. However they looked so colorful despite that - for anyone could see their intestines clear as day. Gorgeous swirls of liquid ranging from reds to blues to greens flowed through their veins. A creature that looked so intimidating on the surface - and yet, their gaze and touch was nothing but gentle. 
“Youngling,” said the being, and the girl had to crane her neck to look up at them. “Your guardian. Can I spare a moment of her time?” 
“Yes, Mx. Nix.” the teen babbled nervously. Smiling gently, the being gave a gentle pat on the teen’s head and went into her home, where she was pointing. When she was sure the trader was out of earshot, she turned wildly to her friend. “Did you see that? They touched my hair! I’m never washing it again.” 
Their friend rolled their eyes. “You’re too much.” They laughed, and went back to tending the community farm. 
And ~fin~ This little blurb may never make it into the book, since it takes place pre-Terra and Link. It might come in a flashback, though. I want to write the scene where they meet each other SO badly, but it’s like 10+ chapters away from where I am currently at, oof. Lol, the struggles of a writer. 
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ecto-american · 4 years
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Photo Finish
For the Phic Phight, for @axoltheaxolotlqueen
Summary: Engaged to be married, Danny and Sam sort through some old photos for the wedding slideshow. D/S TransDanny and TransSam
On FFN and AO3
Rating: T for boob mention
Inspiration: Phic Phight
Pairings: Danny/Sam
Warnings: Some mild sad
Other Notes: For Axol, who requested "Trans!Danny fluff" and also Tucker is genderfluid in this bc I said so. Also x2: this is lowkey for trans visibility day, but UhhhHH couldn't post it yesterday on the actual day since it's for phic phight lol
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"God, you looked like such a dork," Sam teased him. Danny turned to see what his fiancée was referencing.
It was a photo of them, on their first official date, to homecoming their freshman year. He was still pretty lanky and scrawny then, his hair still at an odd, shaggy length but still gelled for the occasion. The suit fit him a tad awkwardly, but he still remembered the excitement of wearing one for the first time. God, he was so proud then, but now it was just embarrassing to see.
Sam on the other hand, seemed to never have that awkward phase, and she didn't have a hint of it then. In a dark purple and black dress, heels, she stood taller than him with long hair that was curled. She looked stunning, makeup already perfected.
The photo in question was picked out and set aside on the table Sam sat at in their apartment. Four boxes of photos, open and being sorted through for photos to be sent to Tucker, so he could put the powerpoint together.
"Hey, I was like, thirteen," he defended himself, and he reached over to try to take it out of the pile, but Sam slapped his hand.
"No!" she scowled. "I want that for the wedding slideshow Tucker's making."
"You can't pick anything where I look less dorky?" he complained. Sam grinned, shifting through more photos.
"Oh, is that a challenge?" she asked. Danny narrowed his eyes at her.
"Don't you dare," he threatened. Sam's grin only widened, and she looked faster before pulling a photo out. Danny leaned across the dining room table for her, only for her to lean back into the couch and holding the photo out of reach. "SAM!"
"Come on, it's funny!" she replied.
She turned to show him the photo, of Danny waving around his binder in one hand, a margarita in the other. It was the backstory that made it funny to her. Danny, drunk as a skunk, was forced to take his binder off by his girlfriend. If he didn't then, he would never do it later and risk getting hurt. He spent the remaining hour he was allowed to roam free showing it to people, saying that his tits were freed from prison but that they were scheduled to be executed soon.
"Sam, your grandma's gonna be at the wedding, you really want her to see?" he protested. Sam snorted.
"Ida's seen it, she thinks it's funny," Sam gave a wicked smile.
"SAM!"
"Oh, Danny," Sam cooed, changing the subject. She pulled another photo from the pile out to show him. "This is one of my favorite pictures, we have to include this."
Danny glanced at it, and his heart instantly melted. He slipped into the seat across from her to take the photo, staring at it. By random chance, their surgeries were on the same day. Sam having breast implants, and Danny having his top surgery. It started a joke that Danny was giving his tits to her, or that Sam was stealing Danny's for herself, and the hospital had allowed for the two to share a room. It was against policy of course, but it hadn't stopped Sam from sneaking out of her bed to slip into Danny's. The couple were cuddled the best they could and napped from an exhausting day when Tucker had taken the photo for them.
"Mine too," he replied softly. "Tucker was the best." The techno geek, the couple could never thank their best friend enough for it, spend nearly two weeks taking care of the two and helping them out. "Okay, but if we have that, we need to also have like, the one of Tucker helping me."
Sam burst into giggles as she watched Danny look for it, eventually producing the image. Ida had taken it, finding the situation hilarious. Danny was nervous as hell about proposing to Sam. And Tucker, man they were such a bro, had volunteered to let Danny practice on them. Tucker had dramatic tears, hands on their cheeks in a fake scream of joy with Danny on one knee, trying to keep from rolling his eyes as he practiced the big question.
"Absolutely," she agreed with a sigh. "We have a lot of time we can fill, especially since we're not doing baby photos."
Ugh, absolutely not. There was no way Danny was going to show the extensive list of guests photos of him as little baby [redacted] Fenton, in a dress or skirts. Nor was Sam interested in having photos be shown of baby [redacted] Manson in a dorky sailor suit, as per rich person family tradition.
"We can do our graduation photos, like college," Danny suggested.
"Oh, absolutely. I looked so great in that, I finally had actual hips," Sam agreed immediately.
"Same, my beard was finally growing in," Danny nodded. He finally found it, and he took it out the photos for them to both look at.
Danny and Tucker had graduated together, their diplomas held in computer science, Danny, with a full beard, in mechanical engineering. Sam still stood with them, but in a dark purple dress and her famous black bat purse. Sam had graduated a year after them due to her double major in business and animal science, both of which she held proudly in her photo with Tucker and Danny in nice suits, on either side of her. By Sam's graduation, Danny had finally given in and shaved, staying clean shaven ever since. Nobody told him having a beard was going to be so much work. Who knew you still had to trim and shave certain areas lest you began looking like a crazed mountain man? Maybe one day he'll try again, but for his wedding, he was going to be facial hair free.
"Can you believe it's just two months away?" Danny asked, mostly wondering aloud to himself.
"No," Sam confessed. Her attention was on a photo she had found. Danny immediately knew based on her expression that it was a childhood photo. "...Honestly I'm still surprised sometimes that I made it this far."
He gave a nod of understanding, his throat tightening. They were the lucky ones. They had families that loved and supported them from the start. But even then there was always that horrible gnawing feeling, that loathing of the time you lost. The crippling self doubt after the mandatory therapy and evaluations of doctors. There were times he was surprised he made it this far too.
"...Yeah," was all he could think to say.
His hand moved across the table, and Sam's had immediately met him halfway. Their fingers interlaced, and they remained silent, mourning briefly the lives they could have had if things were different. Of course, they were happy now. But sometimes…
He cleared his throat with a small cough. Things were the way they were. The past didn't matter. He was here now, presenting as he wished, and he had built a life worth living. It was still more than the hundreds of thousands of people could ever imagine having.
"But I'm glad I'm here with you now," Danny told her. She looked to him with a warm smile, and he knew she had the same thoughts as him. The circumstances were not ideal, but both of them had made the best of it.
"I love you," she spoke softly before lightly tapping her thumb against his hand. "I think I'm gonna make some pasta. Want some?"
"I would love some pasta, Mrs. Fenton."
The term made her visibly brighten more, and with a quick peck, she got up to make lunch.
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I know nothing about jojo. Teach me it out of context
part 1 phantom blood. um jonathan (British) has some personal problems with his adopted brother dio brando (also british) and then dio kills their dad and becomes a vampire. jonathan gets shounen powers and a guy survives for like fifteen minutes after being cut in half. dio gets decapitated so jonathan went and got married but then dios decapitated head appeared on the boat and was like jonathan i respect you so i want to use your decapitated body as my own. and jonathan was like dude thats kind of fucked up but the boat blew up and dio did it anyway. erina survived though
im putting these under a cut cause it got long as fuck but heres your jojo summaries
part 2 battle tendency is like. joseph who is jonathans thotty grandson teams up with caesar zeppeli (italian) (gay) to defeat the pillar men which include kars (milf) esidisi (milfs live in boyfriend) wamuu (adopted son). another milf called lisa lisa trains them into their shounen powers and then esidisi shows up and kills the teachers aides and possesses lisa lisas assistant and then dies. basically they all get into this arena deathmatch involving zombie horses and kars grows wings and runs around all sexy for a little bit before getting launched into space. caesar gets crushed by a stone cross after making a gay ass speech. love loses. also it turns out lisa lisa was josephs mom the whole time.
part 3 stardust crusaders i kind of hate but i love the characters so basically jotaro kujo (josephs grandson) um he gets his stand and hes like whats this evil spirit i have to be locked in prison for everyones protection. and then his mom gets a stand too but sike women arent people so shes going to die. this is of course dios fault and they have to kill dio. kakyoin tries to kill jotaro and then jotaro pulls the worm out of his head and theyre best friends after that. polnareff tries to kill avdol and avdol sets him on fire and theyre [redacted] after that. they all go on a wacky roadtrip to cairo to kill dio during which kakyoin feeds a baby its own shit and avdol fakes his death for a little over a week. killing dio doesnt go great and vanilla ice sucks avdol into the void and kills their dog iggy and i hate watching that part. kakyoin is crushed under the weight of his own hubris. dio thinks hes sexy for being able to stop time but jotaro can also stop time and he kills dio. jotaros very traumatized due to the entire experience. for some reason both polnareff and joseph survive. the end
part 4 diamond is unbreakable is basically josuke higashikata whos josephs kid out of wedlock hunting down a serial killer with a hand fetish. jotaro is there hes a marine biologist now and josuke is technically his uncle. theres also josukes best friend okuyasu theyre a lil gay but thats alright we like them. also got short king koichi and yukako. and evil twink mangaka rohan. its like murder mystery except a lil more fucked up cause its jojo. ultimately kira (murderer with hand fetish) gets his ultimate powers that manipulate time and space but it doesnt even matter cause josuke has protagonist disease okuyasu dies for like 10 mins but he gets better. kira gets punched into the street by jotaro and then an ambulance runs him over and he dies.
part 5 vento aureo is giorno giovanna whos dios kid but hes also jonathans kid bc dio fucked with jonathans body and thats how giorno was born. he kind of acts like dio if dio had jonathans moral code and hes blond. anyway hes 15 and he joins the mafia because he wants to end heroin abuse and he ends up getting god timespace manipulation powers and killing the boss diavolo but half of his friends are killed horribly so that sucks. and then he becomes the don of the italian mafia. and hes still 15. also polnareff is there for a minute he gets killed sort of but his ghost possesses a turtle so hes giornos turtle after that i guess.
part 6 stone ocean my favorite part cause theres finally lesbianism. jolyne who is jotaros daughter is in prison bc she got framed for murder by her boyfriend. jotaros been an absent father due to him having personal problems. he shows up to break her out of prison but he gets his soul and his stand turned into discs and pulled out of his head and he goes into a coma and most of the rest is jolyne trying to get the discs back. she has 2 girlfriends called hermes and foo fighters who is technically a mass of sentient plankton. weather report (sexy) and anasui (ugly) are also there. the main antagonist is pucci who is a priest and was also dios best friend when he (pucci) was 16 for some reason. by the end they get jotaros discs back and pucci successfully starts manipulating reality itself and it turns out weather report was his brother all along and their backstory is REALLY fucked up and then jotaro comes back and anasui is like jotaro can i marry your daughter and hes like no and then everyone gets killed and pucci resets the universe but emporio the ten year old theyve been hanging out with gets weather reports stand and uses it to follow pucci through the universe resets and he ends up creating one where pucci never existed. it ends with “irene” kujo meeting hermes and anasui/weather report are also there. its implied that this is a new universe where none of the bad shit ever happened. emporio is crying. it kind of sucks
part 7 steel ball run i really dont know how to summarize but basically johnny joestar whos like alt universe jonathan but actually not really like that at all. hes also paralyzed from the waist down and he wishes he wasnt. um he meets an italian (gyro zeppeli) and they go on a horse race across america to track down the body of christ. they meet diego brando whos like dio but hes more about class warfare than megalomania and hot pants who has a stand that lets her turn her flesh into spray. diegos stand is that he can turn himself and other living things into dinosaurs. johnny can shoot his fingernails like bullets. anyway they end up fighting the president of the united states (funny valentine) who was trying to turn lucy steele whos only like 14 into a vessel for the corpse of jesus or something and he kills gyro and hotpants and diego and johnnys like this sucks but sends him into an infinite death loop bc hes a dimension hopper but he just keeps dying over and over again in any dimension he goes into. and he deserved it
part 8 jojolion i havent read but gappy seems like a nice guy
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I'm just getting endless memories of my younger Christian days...
Like when I was baptised at nine years old bc I felt left out. I shit you not. My parents took a fucking picture of it and everything. It's the screensaver on the family computer and I hate it.
Or that time, which was just after I'd abandoned my 'faith' when I was still being forced to go to services, one of the women from our church took out all the teenagers and gave us a sex talk. It was about as informative as you'd expect. Including the little ditty of 'you leave a piece of your soul with every person you have sex with, so if you do it with too many people you'll end up with a broken, horrible soul'. I just sat there the whole time being like 'is this seriously happening to me? Am I actually hearing these words right now? Is this what my fucking life has come to?’ Like seriously? Lighten up, lady. (She was young too, like 26. Fucking priorities, my dude)
And when LONG after I left the church and my parents had stopped forcing me to go to services, an old preacher came and SUBBED AT MY FUCKING SCHOOL IN MY FUCKING CLASS. SHE REPEATEDLY DREW ATTENTION TO ME FOR A WHOLE WEEK AT EIGHT O'CLOCK IN THE FUCKING MORNING, CALLING ME MY DEADNAME AND ASKING ME TO RUN SHITTY LITTLE ERRANDS FOR HER.
"oh, [REDACTED], could you help me log into this computer you're such a cLEVeR yOUnG LaDy"
"[REDACTED], do you remember the time when *embarrassing memory from my days off repression and fear*"
"class! Do you remember when I used to teach you all! [REDACTED] was my favourite student! So devoted to [REDACTED] faith."
IN FRONT OF MY WHOLE CLASS, THANK YOU LISA YES I'M NAMING YOU, YOU BITCH
Or the time this 20-year-old girl I had a teensy crush on from my church set me back 5 million steps in figuring out my sexual orientation by indirectly calling me (see also, calling the whole LGBTQ+community) an abomination and an affront to her morals. It broke my little gay heart too because this girl was the personification of the lesbian aesthetic.
Minimum wage customer service job
Several cats
Outlandishly dyed hair (new colour every couple weeks)
Mostly black wardrobe
Sort of edgy makeup
FLANNEL FUCKING FLANNEL
Vans/converse
PLAYED FUCKING BASS GUITAR
Like, either she's gay and got a serious case of internalised homophobia, or I just fucking imagined her.
The lady who made a good few of my birthday cakes is a homophobe to this day, and so is her daughter who is a friend of Homophobic Lesbian-Look-Alike.
I once made a cross necklace using loom bands, and I still have it years later but the cross is upside-down now.
I burned a Bible once with my friends, it was one of like 3 that I owned.
I still get emails from an old Bible app but they all go straight to my spam folder so I never see them.
That one fucking song that compared Jesus to a bunch of superheroes. Still makes me blanch.
youtube
This fucking shit.
Also the time we paired up with a Texan church and a bunch of people from there would come over once a year for like 4 years. They made us one of those America Cakes, with the layers arranged to look like the flag when u cut it. Eugh.
That's all I can take for one day.
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itsclownhours · 3 years
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merlin as tumblr posts again because when i edited a typo in the original it fucked up the formatting
everyone: you have to make time for yourself
morgana: *stays up until 1 am every night crying* me time
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morgana: ohhhh so the pain is forever and endless i get it now
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young!mordred: once i learn how to read and write it’s over for you hoes
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lancelot, in cursive: i can’t read cursive handwriting
gwaine: what does this say
elyan: i can’t read cursive handwriting
gwaine: bitch me neither that’s why i asked
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arthur, to merlin, about lancelot: is he...y’know…*gestures downard to super hell*
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uther, straight: hey what’s up guys do you want to go get some food
arthur and morgana, gay: ??????
uther: oh sorry i mean asgdhjdhs guys do you??? want some food??? lmao ashdjdjhs
arthur and morgana: oh! agshdjjshsj yeah lmao agshdj
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morgana: do you ever associate the word “girlfriend” with wlw so much that you forget straight boys have girlfriends
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gwen: am taking care of a tiny kitten. have given it an excellent name. dad thinks i’m calling her “minty” but this is actually short for The Government
gwen: The Government bit my finger and pooped on the floor
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gwaine: peak art is when you were like six and you scribbled all over ms paint and then carefully paintbucketed in all the different shapes in the scribbles to make “stained glass”
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morgause: forcing my car to commit sins so it goes to hell with me when i die
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leon, after arthur gives the knights a pep talk: so motivational...time to drill a hole in my skull
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morgana: i want to be a she really did that!! kind of girl but i don’t do anything
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arthur: pros and cons of being my friend:
arthur: pro: you have a friend
arthur: con: it’s me
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gwaine, to lancelot: bro let’s watch a horror movie together...bro you look scared do you wanna share a blanket dude? if you wanna hold hands it’s ok. if you wanna rest your head on my shoulder it’s alright bro...bro if you wanna kiss that’s understandable that was a scary movie...we can keep cuddling after the movie is over it’s alright dude…
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lancelot: old town road but he just keeps listing all the places he has horses
gwaine: i got the horses in the back
gwaine: horses on the track
gwaine: horses in the shack and i got horses fetching snacks
gwaine: i got the horses in earth’s core
gwaine: down under the floor
gwaine: horses in the store and i got horses on the moor
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gwaine: died and came back as a cowboy i call that reintarnation
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morgana: *shows up at college* excuse me will someone please direct me to the leftist brainwashing class? i’m here for the leftist brainwashing class
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merlin: finally found someone i was more disappointed in that myself: the entirety of america camelot
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morgause: customer (derogatory)
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arthur: business major (derogatory)
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leon: leonardo dicaprio date a woman over 25 challenge
gwaine: thought that said “leonardo da vinci” and was confused since da vinci was gay and also since you were calling out someone who’s been dead for well over 7 years
leon: well. da vinci has been well over 7 years, i’ll give you that
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morgana: the retirement age needs to be lowered to 25. i’ve had enough
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gwaine: i’m fucking in luigi’s mansion
leon: who?
gwaine: some italian freak
gwaine: oh you meant who am i fucking. your mom
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leon: stop setting things on fire because you’re curious about what will happen. what will happen is fire
gwaine: but what if...something else happens. just this 1 time
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morgause: bored? burn an orphan. who’re they gonna tell? their parents?
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morgana: due to personal reasons i will be a serial arsonist
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mithian: fruit (affectionate)
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arthur: going to the fruit (derogatory) store do you want anything
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gwen: fruit (salad, yummy yummy)
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morgana, to gwen: i’m allergic to hookup culture and too weird to participate anyway. die in my arms
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kilgharrah: i am fast and full of teeth. i will die in a barn fire
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morgana: not evil anymore i want to be loved now
morgana: evil again
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morgause: every day i put on my evil little clothes and do my evil little tasks
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percival: megan thee stallion and timothee chalamet are the same age
gwaine: megan thee stallion 🤝 timo thee chalamet
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morgana: hey how many swords do you have
morgause: sword of a lot
morgana: blocked
morgause: parried
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morgana and gwen simultaneously in 1x10: *chanting* girls with swords girls with swords
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morgana: the more knives you have the more valid you are
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kilgharrah: blocked. blocked. blocked. you’re all blocked. none of you are free from sin.
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morgana: seven deadly sins speedrun
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gwaine: i want 6 pet sloths so i can name them after every sin except for sloth
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merlin: the eighth deadly sin is networking
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arthur: online school culture is constantly wondering if there’s a sneaky little assignment you missed...is it tucked under modules or assignments or heaven forbid, announcements? who’s to say?
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gaius: asynchronous learning
merlin, a clown: mmmnaptime
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arthur: have you ever just cried because you’re you
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elyan, to percival: bro, we are teens . it’s ok to cry around me . i’m your best friend . i love you … bro we are kissing now … no don’t stop bro … bro …
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morgana: mad bc i was told as the bride my wedding would be “my day” but actually where will be a whole other bride there and we will have to share it
.
leon: i’m disgusted every time someone does a gender reveal and it’s about a gender i already know about, what kind of reveal is that
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leon: gender reveal party??? no, this is a gender repeal party. we out here revoking genders
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gwaine: you’re laughing. i asked you who sings party rock anthem and you’re laughing
.
gwaine: make no mistake not only am i party rocking but i’m also in the house tonight
elyan: are you shuffling?
gwaine: everyday
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morgana: lung extensions
morgana: with extended lungs you can: scream longer, breathe harder, brag about extended lungs
morgana: this procedure is not legal but i will do it for you
morgana: do not tell the police or morgause
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morgana: i’m so sick of dna, i’m going to have all mine removed
morgause: good news! this is a real thing that can happen to you
morgana: perfect, sign me up
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morgana: if YOU die because i poisoned you...how is that MY fault like i’m sorry you aren’t immune to my poisons i think that’s genuinely something you need to work on. fix yourself before blaming others
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arthur: my body is NOT a “temple”...it is a CLOWN CAR and NONE OF THESE BITCHES KNOW HOW TO DRIVE
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morgause: live
morgause: laugh
morgause: l u r k
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mcdonald’s employee: please sir get off the table
gwaine: I ASKED FOR TWO LARGE FRIES *dumping bag of fried out onto the floor* BUT INSTEAD GOT A HUNDRED FUCKEN LITTLE ONES
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merlin: i relate to vampires because i too must be clearly and specifically invited in before i have the audacity to try to participate in anything
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gwaine: it can’t be september, just yesterday is was marchgustuary
lancelot: today’s date: [REDACTED]/[REDACTED]/20
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gwaine: why are internet friends not normalized. it’s 2020 they’re probably making robots that will wipe your ass for you and i can’t text grace in the uk and tell her to have a good day? fuck you
.
percival: imagine if halsey was in beauty and the beast
elyan: are you insane like gaston. been in pain like gaston. bought a hundred dollar bottle of champagne like gaston
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arthur: my dad is learning about pronouns/gender identity and he called me in the middle of the night to tell me he is cis
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merlin: ough. those first 400 bites of dirt were not so good. maybe the next one will be better
.
morgana: i’m at the dark candy store, buying sorrowful ranchers
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merlin: i’m surprised no one has ever punched me in the face
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gwen: i want a gf so i can send her memes about loving my gf
.
morgause: oh to cook with my wife and stand directly in front of cabinets and drawers she needs to open
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morgause: decided i will no longer be paying taxes. what are they gonna do, tax me more? go ahead. i won’t pay those either. oh i’m going to prison? the one paid for by my tax dollars? sorry, didn’t pay em. now there is no prison. i am at least 3 steps ahead of the government at all times
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merlin: lab safety but the teacher just wants to you die
merlin: lab safety: 1. drink whatever’s in that beaker. i know you fucking want to
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morgause: my therapist is selling her house so i’m gonna find the listing online and make her living room my zoom backgrounds before our next session. you wanna get in my head? ok well i’m in your home babe. i’m in charge now
morgana: yeah i see why you’re in therapy
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morgana: i hate it when people ask me to “explain my thought process” like hell if i know
morgana: what’s going on in that head of yours?” nothing i want to be a part of
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mordred: hey girls what’s the hot gossip what’s new what’s the 411
morgana and morgause: everything is bad and getting worse by the day
.
morgause: common letter greetings from 1889
morgause: dearest my-soon-to-be-enemy
morgause: salutations and i hope you enjoy contact prison
morgause: i hope this letter finds you in a ditch
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arthur: *highlights all the wrong and unimportant stuff with full confidence*
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merlin: i’ve tried opening my mouth and saying words before and i’ve gotta say, i’m not a fan
.
morgana: a large group of humans is called a fuck that
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website: synonyms for blood: juice
mithian: thank you thesaurus.com, that is absolutely not what i was looking for
.
gwaine: gen z humor was single-handedly cultivated by the zoo wee mama comic and you can’t convince me otherwise
.
morgana: screw this it’s halloween now *turns into a swarm of bats them consumes the moon*
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morgana: i can’t believe the heterosexuals are gone. they’re gone
uther: we’re still here
arthur: who said that
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gwaine: no more france
gwaine: society has progressed passed the need for france
.
morgause: girls night out (of body experience)
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morgana, to morgause: what do you mean “what have i been up to”...i’m out here ruining my own life as always bitch
.
merlin: stop complaining about your life. there are literally people living in camelot
.
arthur, trying to find new knights: oh so you’re a human? name three pictures with traffic lights in them
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gwaine: we mcfreaking lost her doctor
.
morgause: looking for a wife in the walmart
.
morgause: arrested for visiting www.killing.com/murder
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gwaine, to merlin: no bro this isn’t a date listen bro
gwaine: it’s bruhnch
.
morgause, to cenred: if you think i’m not interested, you’re right
.
gwen: put a pancake on a girl’s head when she’s asleep to keep her warm and safe
.
morgana: idk what mad scientist needs to hear this today but your goggles and lab coat are incredibly flattering and all your experiments will block away the scientific community who called you a fool
.
morgause: i’m gonna fucking die disease
morgause: symptoms: back hurts a bit too much for a bit too long
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arthur: if you think i’m annoying now wait until i get over my fear of being perceived as annoying
.
merlin: sorry if i’m bothering you
surgeon: how do you keep waking up and saying that
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gwaine: home depot needs more small tunnels for me to crawl through tbh
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percival: hot tip: soup is customizable! go wild but know your limits
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morgana: brains say “i know a spot” and take you to a traumatic memory from 2011
.
mithian: “can you multitask” yes actually i am losing my mind and chilling at the same time
.
morgana: quarantine schedule to keep you on track
morgana: wake up
morgana: neglect online school
morgana: yearn (ongoing project)
morgana: again!
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mithian: if cats don’t want to be held like little babies maybe they shouldn’t be roughly the size and shape of little babies
.
morgause: fuck this pandemic i could’ve ruined 2020 on my own
.
morgana: a cute girl told me she has lots of plants in her house and i told her for some fucking reason “damn the oxygen at your place must be mad crisp” and somehow still got her number so. chase your dreams. nothing is impossible apparently
.
morgana: oh to wear a knife strapped against my thigh beneath a silk dress
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morgana, running off with morgause at the end of season 2: i hate this place i want to go to build a bear
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morgana, at work: i’m evil
morgana, 1 second after clocking out: not evil anymore i want to be loved now
morgana, the next day at work: evil again
.
season 2 morgana: i am fine thank you for asking! though recently there has been a darkness growing within me
.
morgause: *thinks about love* okay well i am just losing my mind and being insane now
.
arthur: you think you can hurt my feelings? i’ve been the least favorite in every single friendship group i’ve had since i was 8
.
morgana, staring out the window at arthur and merlin: look at them plotting my downfall
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mithian: i wanna buy clown noses in bulk and start sticking them on every person i see whose mask is pulled too low
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mithian: oh to be a tiny cat whose biggest concern is the looming threat of being gently picked up and kissed on the head
.
morgana: i deserve to be kissed
.
morgana: did you have a homoerotic friendship with a girl in high school that ended in tragedy and you two are never talking again or are you normal?
.
mithian: just diagnosed with forehead kiss deficiency :/
.
morgana: i think i’ll continue to wear a mask when this shit’s all over, and huge sunglasses. my face is none of your business
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morgause: my therapist told me that sometimes when a person consumes the same piece of media over and over they may be unconsciously coping with a mental block so now i’m trying to figure out what the fuck i was going through that made me watch ratatouille 8 times a day for a solid month in middle school
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morgause: opposite of depression nap. depression awakeness. refreshing the same three websites over and over. there’s nothing new on any of them. eight seconds have passed and it feels like a century
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morgana: very homophobic that my head is not laying on the chest of my maidservant as i am drifting off to sleep
.
merlin: no no, it’s fine, i’ll text myself back
.
morgana: *pines* *longs* *yearns* *pines* *longs* *yearns* *pines* *longs* *yearns* *pines* *longs* *yearns* *pines* *longs* *yearns* *pines* *longs* *yearns* *pines* *longs* *yearns* *pines* *longs* *yearns*
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arthur: i’d have to be a fool not to? being a fool and not doing things are my top two activities
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gwaine: you think it’s easy to be me? you think it’s easy to get up every. single. day. and be an industrial grade dumbass? well it’s not. but that’s what i do. and i’ll never stop.
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morgana: ah shit i’m sorry man, my schedule for the week is all booked
sunday: yearn
monday: pine
tuesday: long
wednesday: ache
thursday: sigh
friday: lament
saturday: crave
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morgana: talents include: being a public menace, denying God’s will, petting dogs, yearning, being dramatic, witchcraft, quoting classic literature when no one asked, napping, befriending a murder of crows, being gay, covering up my emotions by being “the funny friend” when in reality i’m really going through it, wistfully staring out the car window
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merlin: *doesn’t even do the bare minimum* all in a day’s work
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cenred: a “period” is not an excuse to have an attitude
morgause: i miss the times when men would go to war and die
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morgana: the cheap halloween vampire fangs stay ON during sex
.
gwen: maybe i pspspspsp’ed you because i love you. did you think of that? huh?
.
morgana: mom said it’s my turn to hand out the ominous and vague warnings
arthur: that wasn’t mom
uther: she JUST SAID it was her turn
.
morgause: i’m a chill person but if my back doesn’t stop hurting i’m going to take out my spine and beat God with it
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mithian: one of these days i’m going to say the f word
mithian: then you’ll all be sorry
.
morgause: 3 words every girl wants to hear
morgause: club penguin membership
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morgana: hmm, yes.
morgana: time to s i p
morgana: some *~crispy~*
morgana: d i h y d r o g e n m o n o x i d e
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morgause: roll call! raise your hand if you’re in the following fandoms:
morgause: 1. suffering 2. the pain of living
morgana: *raises both hands and a leg*
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leon: it’s so hard being a single mom when you have no kids and are a male teenager
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merlin: yeah bro hit me up and we’ll cancel some plans sometime
.
morgana: my brain, or as i like to call it, the suffer contraption
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morgause: my circle so small i almost cut myself off
.
morgause hyping herself up before entering any public area: i’m normal i’m normal i’m normal i’m normal i’m normal i’m normal i’m normal i’m normal i’m normal i’m normal i’m normal i’m normal i’m normal i’m normal i’m normal
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arthur: today in french we learned how to say “what’s in the bag” and i couldn’t stop laughing because
arthur: swaggity swag qu’est-ce qui dans le sac
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merlin: even when i am not speaking, know that horrible sentences are raging within me
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mithian in 5x04: sorry bro i can’t go out tonight. i’m stuck in an eternal state of melancholy
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morgause: shower gel label: immerse yourself in this new “Me Time” luxury frooty tooty. abandon all sense of identity and dissolve your memories into this soothing chemical broth. one billion melons are in this tube...use them wisely
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leon, writing a headline about the most recent knights’ mission: local dumbasses knew that what they were getting themselves into and did it anyways
.
morgana: *feels random pain in body*
morgana: kill me
.
mithian: *slowly inches closer to your pet*
.
morgause: *refuses to look at texts* i love conversation and communication
.
arthur: cute gender neutral things to call your partner
arthur: significant annoyance
.
leon: the most unrealistic fantasy trope is the one where half of the pair works in some sort of shop and one is a customer because i have literally never thought about a customer with anything other than contempt
.
gwaine: why is everyone talking about 1d all of a sudden did one of them die
elyan: they’re 10 years old now
gwaine: i wish them luck 4th grade is tough!!
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gwaine: must i pursue a career? is it not enough to be passionate about tv shows and snack foods?
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leon, aroace: cool date idea: me eating oatmeal by myself
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morgana: i have no self of steam
.
gwaine: i hate wearing a mask. i miss being able to gently kiss my trader joe’s cashier on the lips after they ring up my $8 box of blueberries
.
morgana: committing acts of violence today…*pushes morgause’s glass of water off the counter*
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gwaine: mario will do anything to put a smile on your face
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morgana: haha we get along so well...our brains just work the same way
morgause, after changing her entire personality to match morgana’s after analyzing the way she talks and texts: haha yeah it’s incredible
.
gwaine: covered in sauce, trembling
.
arthur: *says the vaguest most incoherent shit ever*
arthur: you know what i mean :/
.
[online]
morgana: *screenshots things her girlfriend said to her so she can read it again later* yeah i’m not gay
uther: dude no offence i don’t want to sound like an sjw or anything but if you have a girlfriend you’re straight. that’s just how it works
morgana: i’m a girl
uther: what the fuck
.
morgana: the second you say “family group chat” i know we are not the same
.
gwen: what if early in the morning after buying groceries we got caught in the rain and i used my jacket to cover your head ut we still got soaked and we made a fire at home and brewed tea and sat together watching the rain as our cats hid under our feets at each sound of thunder and we ate stew for dinner and watched tv until we fell asleep on the couch with your head resting on my shoulder
.
gwaine, to percival: hold my hand bro we’re crossing the street
.
percival: imageine if we all just started ignoring celebrities though
percival: i can’t stop thinking about how funny this would be. imagine kyie jenner posting a selfie and it gets 12 likes
.
morgana: this isn’t fun anymore i need a kiss
.
morgause at 1159 pm: life’s great lol
morgause at 1201 am: does anyone really know me? most importantly do i really know me? what if life doesn’t get better than this?
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merlin: king i needbfjdjgnjfg qldkr snmsmdjgjt ….. .. i need--fjrjkrhgphpqn dd
arthur: huh *dunks merlin’s head back underwater*
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morgana: i don’t go to therapy or take any pills i just rawdog life and let my brain turn into soup
.
mordred: dark emails
morgause: to whom it WILL concern
morgana: now that this email has found you
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gwaine: hi waiter could i get the spaghetti i promise i’ll behave this time
.
merlin: the sexiest thing about me? everything hurts my feelings
.
gwaine: how is sex fun if i have to remove my crocs to have it
elyan: if he makes you remove your crocs for sex he isn’t the one
.
morgause: a motherfucker could use an embrace
.
morgana: every night after 10pm my feelings start crawling out, starved, as i beat them with a moderately large stick vigorously hissing “stay back” until i inevitably fall asleep
.
fanfiction: there’s only one room available…
morgause, who specifically chose a rated m and explicit story: oh my gosh there’s only one room they’re gonna share a bed what’s gonna happen next
.
morgana: i can have a little unrealistic romantic fantasy. as a treat
.
arthur: some of y’all weren’t asked out as a joke in middle school and it shows
.
morgana: how is everyone doing. i’ll go first i’m doing badly
.
morgana: being a kid was so fucking funny we’d just go around lying to each other’s faces constantly to impress each other one of the knights told me he was the first person to visit the sun and when i asked him what it was like to prove he was lying he said he didn’t remember because they sent him there when he was a baby and to this day the mental image of nasa launching an unsupervised baby into the sun still makes me crack up
.
elyan: do you wish you were seeing somebody
leon: a therapist
.
morgause: when you see someone from high school and they don’t recognize you that’s the exact opposite of the mortifying ordeal of being known. the gratifying relief of being forgotten
.
[texting]
morgana: you seem hard to kill
morgause: aw thank you
morgause: i haven’t been killed yet
morgana: to your knowledge
morgause: what
.
morgana: just truly bonkers how much i love lying down……..like being horizontal? Unparalleled
.
arthur: when i was younger i really thought that piranhas were going to be a bigger issue for me than they’ve turned out to be
.
morgause: filling out the depression and anxiety checkboxes at the doctors is always so sad but also very very funny
morgause: i am handed a piece of paper. i check off a box that says “every day i wish i were dead”. i hand back the paper. the paper and its contents are never again discussed.
.
morgana: unfortunately, due to several experiences in my youth, i cannot just “walk up and join the circle of people talking”, but it does sound lovely thank you
.
morgana: if california is so expensive why don’t you move to somewhere like ohio
morgause: full offense but i’d rather be dead in california than alive in ohio
morgause: ugly and uninspiring--review of ohio
.
morgana: staying up late not even fun anymore it’s just sad
.
morgause: everyone should be comfortable in their own skin :)
morgause’s brain: except for you
morgause: except for me :)
.
mithian: please peer pressure me into finishing projects
merlin: do it or you’re straight
mithian: i said peer pressure not threaten
.
morgause: the year is 2030. bakery art is so realistic, literally anything could be cake. the uncertainty has gripped the world in fear. i go to hug my wife for comfort. she is cake.
morgause: i sob in despair as i eat my cake wife. she is delicious
.
gwen: do ladies love stupid men or do they just love men who don’t exhaust every opportunity to feel smart
gwen: “i used to think that melancholy was a vegetable” that’s incredible, let’s hang out more
.
morgause: basically i accidentally listened to a song a few years ago and it led to this
.
morgana: *desperately tries to romanticise her homework*
.
uther: do i have to be pretty? is it not enough to simply be the loudest person in the room with the worst opinions
.
morgana: oh i can’t possibly study, i have allotted the next six hours to yearning vaguely
.
morgause: allow me to de-introduce myself
morgause: my name is [redacted]
.
arthur: i have no good posts today i’m sorry guys
merlin: haha “today”
.
mordred: “do we perhaps use magic because we were bullied and needed blah blah special interest blah blah” shut the FUCK up i use magic to see my anime husband’s big fucking honkers. sorry you got pantsed in front of your crush
morgana: i came here to bully people
mordred: is it because you got pantsed in front of your crush
morgana: no it’s because i’m deranged
.
mithian: pretty sure seven deadly sins is a bit excessive
mithian: just combine wrath and gluttony and make hangry
mithian: sloth and pride make Bottoming
.
morgana: despicable me ruined the word minion whenever i become a supervillain i’m just going to have to call them my homies or whatever
.
gwen: as a bisexual i am attracted to lanky boys with dark hair, girls who look like they could kill me, and anyone wearing vampire teeth
.
morgana: if someone tried to assassinate me that would make me feel so important and valued and beloved
.
gwaine: turn down for whom?
.
mithian: fact: usage of the word “the” has begun to decline. this is because as more and more people become educated, usage of the word “thoum’st” has become more common.
.
morgana, kidnapping mithian in 5x04: truth or dare? uhhh i dare you to………………………………..fall in love with me. haha i’m just joking bro………………..unless…………………………?
.
gwaine: my thoughts are like a clearance sale
gwaine: once it’s gone it’s gone
.
morgana: *pronounces “hors d’oeuvres” as “horse divorce” specifically to piss off morgause*
.
gwaine: do you prefer women or men?
leon: death
.
morgause: honestly no offense but i love falling asleep and sleeping. it’s like. ok goodnight
.
morgause: ngl it’s kinda difficult to be the moody and mysterious background character in everyone’s life when you’re quarantined at home
.
morgause: i need to get laid
morgause: --to rest. put me in a coffin, let my soul ascend
.
gwaine: it takes a lot of heart to be this stupid
gwaine: it takes real strength not to know shit about fuck
.
elyan: what’s your favorite anime?
leon: i’m a christian
.
arthur: just bought this tapeworm from etsy!
lancelot: where are you gonna keep it
arthur: :)
merlin: i don’t like this conversion very much
.
gwaine: i’m home alone with the tv repair man
gwaine: i’m no fool, there are only two possible outcomes of this scenario
gwaine: porn or murder
gwaine, an hour later: apparently there was an unforeseen third outcome where he fixes the tv and then leaves
.
morgause: well tomorrow fucking sucked
.
morgana: dark brunch
morgana: *mixes a mimosa with evil intent*
morgause: this is just what being gay is like
.
gwaine: movie idea: guy finds a stone tablet engraved with a mysterious alien language and gets caught up in a national treasure-esque adventure to decipher its meaning, only to learn that it’s just an alien “live laugh love” decoration
.
arthur: sorry i didn’t mean to open your ig story 20 seconds after you posted i’m just unemployed
.
arthur: why do you say men are objects? that’s not true and hurtful
morgana: men are on sale at the grocery store for a few dollars
OR
cenred: why do you say men are objects? that’s not true and hurtful
morgause: men are on sale at the grocery store for a few dollars
.
morgana: wow would you look at that. it’s already that time of the night where i move the stuff on my bed to my chair. can’t wait until tomorrow when i move the stuff from my chair back onto my bed
.
gwaine: hi i’m bethany with girl defined ministry and today we are going to be talking about how to stan my chemical romance in a God-honoring way
.
morgana: bottom: ,,, !!! ;;; vers: …. top: no punctuation whatsoever
morgause: tops are illiterate
.
morgause: i slept for almost 12 hours but i might still be tired so let’s go for 12 more just in case
morgana: morgause that’s a coma
morgause: sounds festive
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mithian: i am a simple woman. i enter the kitchen. i eat four servings of bread products. i leave.
gwaine: it’s one serving if you serve all of it to yourself
mithian: i like the way you think, friend
.
gwaine: spencer from icarly and rodrick from diary of a wimpy kid are on the opposite ends of the same spectrum
elyan: the gay older brother scale
.
merlin: i found a rock :)
merlin: my troubles will soon be over
gwaine: parasite (2019) dir. bong joon ho
percival: uncut gems (2019) dir. josh and benny safdie
elyan: cain
.
morgana: social distancing is okay for me bc i’ve been touch starved since the 15th century. i’m used to it
.
mithian: fanfiction hits different when you’re gay and yearning and haven’t experienced an ounce of romance in your life
.
morgause: callout for rude baby seen at grocery store
morgause: i’m calling out a baby (approximately 12-14 months old) from the grocery store due to its rudeness. i’m guessing its age based on appearance, motor skills (atrocious) and whatnot. anyway, i smiled at this baby and it just stared at me. as soon as i began to move on, though, the baby said “no!” and started giggling when i turned back around. this happened multiple times. the baby’s actions were toxic and manipulative. the baby was also manhandling a package of dried fruit which wasn’t yet paid for (quite minor) and was just generally sitting around and not helping
.
gwen: we need to melt down all the pennies and make the statue of liberty a girlfriend
.
morgause: had a realization in a dream i just had that this isn’t real and i can just do whatever i want and so i started shrinking the face of this guy that was talking to me and then once it got real small i woke up sleep paralyzed
morgause: i was given godlike powers over the universe by realizing it’s all in my head and the first thing i did was use them to torment the nearest man
morgause: and the actual God woke me up and put be into a 5 minute timeout to lay frozen and think about what i’ve done
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morgana: does anyone else feel an awkward tension whenever you see another person your age in the grocery store
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gwaine: the number 87 kinda looks like a plague doctor
percival: you’ve just changed the fucking game
elyan: [|87
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morgana: a lonely bitch...a loner...i love isolation AND detachment
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gwaine: i will not call the judges “your honor”. in america we don’t have titles of nobility. they will get a simple “yes dude” from me
gwaine: calling big bird just “bird” because i do not respect him
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morgause: *photo of a pizza in a bad* caught the bae sleepin
mordred: now why would you waste a perfectly good pizza :(
morgause: that “waste” happens to be my wife getting her beauty sleep. think before you speak
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gwaine: *finishes wedding vows* don’t forget to like and subscribe
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morgana: *is bitter but is also right*
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morgana: how dare you not notice me when i’m ignoring you
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morgause, killing cenred: men be like i’m bilingual i speak english and over women
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gwaine: after i move i really wanna get a used roomba
percival: i love that you’re adopting instead of buying from a breeder
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mordred: joking about a kink is a gateway drug into developing said kink
morgana: my kink is mental, emotional, and financial stability
morgause: unrealistic, settle for choking like normal people
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gaius: gay people use halloween props as home decor year round
morgana: shut up shut up this black jar with a raven painted on it is holiday-neutral
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[texting]
morgause: can you come out?
morgana: yeah gimme a minute
morgana: morgause, i’m gay
morgause: i know that. come out to the car
morgana: car, i’m gay
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morgause: God FUCKING damnit i’m such a hopeless romantic one day someone’s gonna say “i love you” and i’m just going to let out an agonized scream so horrible that they immediately change their mind
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gaius: i’m not wearing glasses anymore i’ve seen enough
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morgause: sorry my battery’s on 96% i gtg
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morgause: you hate me? wow you think you’re hot shit and original huh well i hated me first so you can go grab a number and wait your turn
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morgana: don’t ignore me ?? i despise being ignored ?? i mean i’m ignoring like 8 people right now but still ???
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morgana: shoutout to my favorite coping mechanism, isolation
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morgana: the concept of physical beauty is a scam unless you’re calling me cute in which case it is valid, actually
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merlin: oh, so when other people go outside it’s “good for their health” and “highly recommended”, it’s only when i do it that it’s a “containment breach” and a “high-level threat to public safety and security”, huh?
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gwaine: a charming photo of young john mulaney, seemingly celebrating the kennedy assassination
merlin: princess diana wasn’t john mulaney’s first kill
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morgause: hate when i got out in public and the public is there
morgana: it seems the public is no longer in the public
morgause: i’ve won...but at what cost?
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morgana: girls will see a chance to commit arson and be like “sorry, i have to take this”
morgause: girls will see a building that’s not on fire and say “is anyone gonna burn that” and not wait for an answer
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lesbianmaxevans · 4 years
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Twenty Questions
I was tagged by @s4karuna
1) What do you prefer to be called name-wise?
Rachel ig? lmao I don’t rlly do nicknames
2) When is your birthday?
July 7th
3) Where do you live?
uhhhhhhh midwest US. I’m not comfortable getting more specific than that lmfao
4) Three things you are doing right now?
watching a Binging With Babish video, playing a word game on my iPad, and this lol
5) Four fandoms that have peaked your interest:
uhhhhhhhhh I’m not rlly active in fandoms much anymore (esp w the July update making going thru tags a nightmare imo lmaoooo) but I guess content that’s at the front of my mind rn: Julie and the Phantoms, Smallville, everything DCEU, Roswell New Mexico
6) How has the pandemic been treating you?
uhhhhhhhh tbh I still have to go to the office for my job so my life is pretty much the same except higher stress levels lmfao. tbh I don’t think the stress has mentally registered and my body’s response is that I’m just. so physically exhausted all the time
7) A song you can’t stop listening to right now?
Stand Tall from Julie and the Phantoms
8) Recommend a movie.
as it’s almost halloween and I’m working on my 31 days of halloween edits I’m gonna go w byzantium. one of my favest vampire films ever and extremely underrated
9) How old are you?
25
10) School, university, occupation, other?
my job of approving invoices.............. literally so useless............. I hate it...............
11) Do you prefer heat or cold?
cold bc if I’m sitting inside blasting the air conditioning and in a tank top and shorts and I’m still too hot what the fuck am I supposed to do to make the conditions more bearable for myself............. cold you can just continually add layers
12) Name one fact others may not know about you.
uhhhhhhhhhhh I have two half brothers on my dad’s side who are both more than a decade older than me
13) Are you shy?
yeah partially bc I’ve been rejected a lot lol
14) Preferred pronouns?
she/her
15) Biggest Pet Peeves?
hhmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm idk my mind is blank rn I’m braindead after work
16) What is your favorite “dere” type?
??????? I’m too tired to look this up lmao
17) Rate your life from 1-10, 1 being crappy and 10 being the best it could be.
uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I wanna say 7 probably bc my mom and her side of the family are. a Nightmare. and my coworkers are a nightmare and I have no irl friends living nearby bc they all left our state once we graduated lolz. but I mean I can mostly avoid interactions w my family and I’m known(tm) for avoiding drama at work so no one ever talks to me outside of work stuff lmao. my mental health isn’t completely in the trash this year like it was this time last year
18. What’s your main blog?
[redacted] bc it’s only for mutuals
19. List your side blogs and what they’re used for.
this is my only sideblog. on my original acct I had a sideblog specifically for my editing but I’m too tired to separate everything at this point lmao
20. Is there something people need to know about you before becoming friends?
uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh unless we already have friends in common I’m prob gonna be a little slow to warm up to you bc I had gotten rlly close to someone last year and they ghosted me back in january and it rlly fucked me up lol. that being said I’m like. trying to work on my anxiety lol so pls feel free to mssg or dm me if you want to chat
uh I tag @lesbiandiegohargreeves @fivelittlebirdies @craashdowns @halfthealphabet @protectwoc if you want!! if I didn’t tag you and you see this and want to do it feel free to say I tagged you.
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moariin · 4 years
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novel prep tag
tagged by @montevena​ (i don’t remember how long this was but i’m doing now)
tagging: @zielenheil @starshots @ophelia-says @rkmoriyama @songbirdur @rosmiri @themillionthdraft @dotr-rose-love @viciousvenganza + anyone who wants to do these, no pressure!
rules: answer the questions and then tag as many writers as there are questions answered (or as many as you can) to spread the positivity! even if these questions are not explicitly brought up in the novel, they are still good to keep in mind when writing.
i will be doing this for my nano project, heir of the alchemist !
  FIRST LOOK
1. describe your novel in 1-2 sentences (elevator pitch).
a guy just wants to chill but the world doesn’t allow it but did an oopsie when they found out he’s an infected. but didn’t do anything about it and thinks it’s okay to let him roam free
2. How long do you plan for your novel to be? (Is it a novella, single book, book series, etc.)
this is more of a spin off to my main wip, so i’m planning it to be a single book.
3. What is your novel’s aesthetic?
typical southern/midwestern gothic with a dash of baroque and classicsm architecture. it’s lol because the world is based off of german/czech (that is tentative, names are hard). also there’s dark alchemy and paganism/catholic toss into the mix, and of course magic!
4. What other stories inspire your novel?
frankenstein and rebecca are my top inspiration for coming up with this novel. i love the sense of mystery and its intrigue + a little bit of science. you’ll see some similarities like the dollmaker (the main antagonist lol).
another thing is this novel is sort of me wanting to explore one of the side characters from my main wip, more. 
so i’m like hey, would it be nice to make this into a prequel ???
5. Share 3+ images that give a feel for your novel.
 here’s the pinterest for it! more under the cut, btw!
MAIN CHARACTER
6. Who is your protagonist?
my main protagonist is marcel, he’s the one doing hocus pocus on himself and called the darkness, his old friends bc [redacted].
7. Who is their closest ally?
nobody, jk, he feels closer to brother juri even if he’s a little annoying ( a helicopter parent, ope) but marcel sees him as a father figure, growing up and still lost in the place. another person is feliks, and he’s the first one to talk and come close to him, and understands him. and that they’re both weird together.
8. Who is their enemy?
um let’s just say, the diviners are the biggest obstacles, esp when they are practically magical beings and got a secret to hide, so they will do anything to stop marcel and the co. from uncovering the truth...it has to do with the plague. the dollmaker, too, but that’s redacted information
9. What do they want more than anything?
marcel just wants to live his life in peace at the start but he adapted his reasons the more he ventures to search for the mystery behind the plague like who started it and why is it turning people into monstrosity. there, he wants to find more about himself, why he’s different from the rest of the infected and how to use that knowledge to spread the higher sciences,
10. Why can’t they have it?
his refusal to admit to the faith also turns into something he wants the system to change (the ramona thrones and baszceri), moreso a revenge on them but it prove to be difficult since both of the religious sanction wants something from him....and it’s giving him a headache.
11. What do they wrongly believe about themselves?
he believes the world could no longer fear the infected, that they are more like him that evolved from the plague and survive. and that it is his fault that rahel, his sister, is dead because of him
12. Draw your protagonist! (Or share a description)
marcel has thick, black hair, down to his shoulders and it’s wavy. he sometimes had it tied all the time and likes it that way. somewhere between 5′10 range, a moc with dark olive skin with a few spots across his face, mostly around his cheekbones and eyes. angular brows, not too sharp or thin, and double-lidded brown eyes. typically wears a white and black garb (he doesn’t have much choice). a little toned and is healthy looking.
PLOT POINTS
13. What is the internal conflict?
rahel being the biggest conflict, he feels guilt and shame and he’s the reason why it started it all. pretty much some insecurities.
14. What is the external conflict?
drive for knowledge about the sciences and people that want the same thing
15. What is the worst thing that could happen to your protagonist? 
he becomes a plaything or puppet for the ramona thrones, being extorted as much as they want until he dies.
16. What secret will be revealed that changes the course of the story?
spoilers but hmm let’s call her the mother, and she’s close to a certain someone...possibly having a child that would shake the world
17. Do you know how it ends?
hmm i think i have spoil it to someone, can’t remember what their reaction are. but i think it has something to do with connecting universe lol?
BITS AND BOBS
18. What is the theme? 
biggest theme is that it’s okay to let go of your past even if it haunts you, still acknowledge who you are and what you want to be. also face your mistakes, don’t try to hide it. and learn to respect people with different ideas and morals because not everyone is like you or will be you...esp having the freedom to fuck everyone else or get fucked 
19. What is a recurring symbol? 
the ocean and death + the color red
20. Where is the story set? (Share a description!)
the story is set in two different places, the main setting is the white chapel, located in sarcherin. which is a nice place filled with gray and white houses, so the church color matches them and oh it’s on the red cliffs, just a couple yards away from the ocean. it has that southern gothic look as well. the other setting is ramona, a holy city with mostly baroque and classicism architecture. everything is pristine and polished, even the pavement is made out of marbles. except for that daunting prison on the far side of the city, everything is eerie there. 
21. Do you have any images or scenes in your mind already?
i dig this ocean = death imagery, and there’s going to be a lot of these throughout, esp the color red! and this cool fight sequence that i have yet to write, it has some magic and bending going on + horst becoming the infected too
22. What excited you about this story? 
the ending and the revelation in the middle, i love any confrontational moments, it spice things up 
23. Tell us about your usual writing method! 
i usually would get in the mood listening to music and when i’m ready i would write whenever i can (how long or how much i write, idk it’s up to my brain). also most of my notes or cryptic quotes is something i came up with in ungodly hours and i try to figure out where to put it or what it means.
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