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waitmyturtles · 1 year

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A few more thoughts on Moonlight Chicken episode 6 that I didn’t fit into yesterday’s meta -- there is so much to process, and my kids were losing their damn minds when I was writing last night (when you say the words “pizza for dinner” around little kids, it’s like this emotional earthquake, good LORD lol).

ANYWAY (ha), I’m numbering from yesterday’s post:

7) I’m only following the rules and responding to the tags of my big-brained homeslice @respectthepetty to say the following:

Pattaya being a home for some and an escape for others. So, I want to get personal for a sec. Whenever I go back to SE Asia to see fam and travel around -- there is always such a strong desire from my fam for me to stay longer. They’re like, “a month isn’t even long enough to really get to know here, you have to stay for six months.”

And I’m like, oh my god, I wish, but also -- back even before I had kids, it just felt inherently like an impossibility. Like -- how can I explain it -- when I was younger, it felt unreal to think that I could live my whole life in a place other than the States. I wasn’t conditioned in my mind during those times I visited as a child and as a single woman to consider living there. SE Asia to me, as a child and as an adult, felt like an other place, certainly another home where I had family, but not my home, where I lived my life as how I thought about and defined it, as the one place of my life where I could understand and track my growth as a human. (I know that MANY PEOPLE are not like this and can move at a moment’s notice -- but I think my immediate family had conditioned me back then to always stay close to them.)

It makes me think: when does a place stop feeling like an escape and maybe start feeling like a home? Again, as I said yesterday, I was really moved by Wen’s saying to Jim, “Do you take this place to be your home?”

7a) And I didn’t spend enough time yesterday sitting with the conversation between Jim and Wen about love and the sense of home you get from love, which I want to sit with for a second before I tie this back to Pattaya and escape/home.

We know now that Jim had/has MAJOR TRUST ISSUES, besides the guilt of letting Beam get on that ferry. And he totally smells the dramaahhh that kinda follows Wen around (like, it’s not all Wen’s fault, but like, guy’s got a drama scent trail). So Jim sees the drama and is like -- I’m just not sure about being able to cross the line with this guy.

But Wen’s showing up for Jim. He’s there-there. He’s making a delicious breakfast. He’s falling asleep on Jim’s lap. He’s feeding Jimbo. He goes to temple with Jim (which we know is something that Wen would otherwise pooh-pooh). He enables Jim to reach closure re: Beam. He goes with Jim to meet Khwan. He sits with Jim to process the Khwan meeting. And, finally, Jim is moved to hold Wen, to hold his hand, and to be with him on New Year’s.

Wen’s showing up because....Wen is becoming Jim’s home.

7b) Now: does Jim = Pattaya? Wen moved to Pattaya to be away from Bangkok. Wen’s parents even called him a survivor for it.

I take that to mean (oh, my aching heart): you were brave enough to leave your home and find a new home.

Wen even tells Jim/us, I came to Pattaya for the job opportunity. But what does it take to make a place a home? I think it takes -- not just the love that Wen talks about with Jim in the beginning of the episode. I think it takes some damn work to show up to the place that you love. This might be a stretch, but what I think is happening in this episode is two-fold: while Jim is beginning to make Wen his new home and his new love, I think Wen is also setting himself up to allow Pattaya to be HIS home.

Wen’s been breaking under the guilt of the Marina project. But it’s Wen who’s also throwing himself into Pattaya -- showing up drunk to the khao man gai joint, going to temple with Jim, running outside, being a cute uncle for Li Ming. He himself is also ingratiating himself into Pattaya’s culture and allowing himself to get wrapped up in it. He is also doing the work of making Pattaya his home. All of this, as opposed to Beam, who escaped Pattaya to live his double life.

I think what’s happening here is an essential connection that I don’t want to separate or unwind. I think, to Wen, Pattaya means Jim and Jim means Pattaya. I think that’s really similar, likely, to the way Beam thought about Jim -- except that Beam didn’t attach PERMANENCE to HIS definition of home. And maybe Jim’s sniffing around and making sure the same paradigm doesn’t happen twice.

But -- Wen’s not escaping on the weekends. Man’s showing up every chance he gets to show Jim his (Wen’s) love. And I think what happened on the beach with Jim and Wen in the end is that Jim saw what he needed to see from Wen and was convinced that Wen was a risk worth chancing his love on.

I’m so glad I got a chance to talk more about Jim and Wen, because I think they were the absolute center of this episode.

8) One more response to @respectthepetty‘s tags -- oh YES, my HEAVENS, that kid HAS TO BE BEAM’S, RIGHT? Khwan, gurl. Side-eyes. We need to know more!

9) Thanks to @colourme-feral for the expanded explanation of “typical Chinese families”! We vibin’. I ESPECIALLY appreciate the point about pairings being arranged between individuals of similar means/socioeconomic backgrounds. Besides Beam’s relationship with Jim being a queer one, there’s also the fact that Jim would have been prejudiced against (likely by Beam’s family) as a stall owner -- possibly something that Beam couldn’t have taken in his other life. (Beam, smdh.)

10) Thanks to @wen-kexing-apologist and @respectthepetty for the expanded conversation and analysis on Heart’s vocalization (fam, READ THIS BLOG THREAD, it’s incredible meta!). I 100% own that my interpretation of Heart’s vocalization came from the viewpoint of having watched Silent and internalizing Sou’s incredible discomfort with vocalization for the sake of others. I think @wen-kexing-apologist has EXCELLENT points about Li Ming just being so excited to hype his mans up.

I was also seeing other commentary on the tag about viewers wanting Heart to speak more. I can’t find this post I’m looking for, but someone wrote that (I’m paraphrasing), “Heart doesn’t owe the hearing audience his voice. He doesn’t have to vocalize for our sake.” Besides having only watched Silent, and knowing that Aof researched these issues with the deaf community and caretakers, I trust that this show is handling this issue with delicacy -- and I appreciate @wen-kexing-apologist noting that Li Ming and Heart went right back to their signing after Li Ming’s excitement. Again, I’m looking forward to seeing how it all plays out -- I wonder if Aof will have time to revisit this. (I’m going to take a WILD STAB and bet that it does come back, in some way, regarding Heart’s family and being able to communicate with them. If that shitty mom asks Heart to speak for her, oooooooo, I will be gritting my TEEF.)

11) Another point about Heart -- no pun intended, a heartbreaking one.

Like I said in my first post about episode 6, I was ready for Heart’s mom to separate Li Ming from Heart. I was ready to write a post about how Asians “save face,” and that my immediate prediction would be that Heart’s mom would separate the boys because “she knew best for her son” or some bullshit like that.

I really, inherently, expected that to happen, instead of her consenting to Li Ming to be Heart’s friend. Why?

I don’t want to overgeneralize here, but the following phenomenon is something that I’ve seen more than I like in Indian families (as I myself am Indian). I’ve seen kids become shut-ins. It’s not quite like the hikikomoris of Japan, where it seems like an extreme version of agoraphobia is prevalent.

How do I explain it. It’s a phenomenon that’s like, if your parents don’t believe in you, or are ashamed of you, or detect that something is “off” with you -- it’s OKAY to leave you in your room. It’s okay for you to hide upstairs. I wonder if parents are thinking, we’d rather you be in your room, where we know where you are, then present you to the world, and have to EXPLAIN what YOUR DEAL is. AND, as parents, we’d likely have to face JUDGEMENT for who you are (or in the case of Heart, who you’ve become).

This phenomenon is present in the families of some of my friends. And when I talk about it with OTHER Indians, all of us Indians nod our heads and are like -- oh yeah, we’ve seen this before.

In other words.... if Li Ming hadn’t shown up -- Heart would have still been in his room.

For how long? Forever?

And that would have been perfectly fine by Heart’s parents.

12) One last point, and then (I think), I’m done for the meta with this episode. And actually, this point is not even about this episode, but I think it’s just set up to be a kind of definitive characteristic for both Jim and Wen.

When Jim and Wen were feeding Jimbo in this episode, I remembered that Wen knew Jimbo’s name before Wen learned Jim’s name. And, a couple of days ago, I reblogged @soukana’s excellent point that Wen had been with Alan for five years, and Wen’s dad didn’t know Alan’s name.

Couple that with what we know about Li Ming’s name, and we know there’s meta in the names (I SWEAR there was a post listing the meanings of everyone’s name, and I can’t believe I didn’t add it to my Big Themes list. I don’t think I’m going crazy, but I can’t find it, tears emoji!) (UPDATE: Thanks to @slayerkitty and @sliceduplife, the names translation list can be found here!)

But what I love about this juxtaposition is: it’s definitive of how both Jim AND Wen see intimacy. They both behaved similarly by keeping back key details about their intimate selves, either to each other or to their close relatives, maybe so as to protect themselves.

And in episode 6, we see those walls coming down. Maybe not necessarily happily (like in the hospital) -- but on the beach, one moment of peace for these two that, I think, belong together.

#moonlight chicken #moonlight chicken meta #earthmix #earth pirapat #mix sahaphap #fourth nattawat #gemini norawit #jim x wen #wen x jim #li ming x heart #heart x li ming

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sevenswansmp3 · 10 months

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tagged by @hauntedwoman to talk about 5 things i’m obsessed with <33333 thank you!!!

1. succession surprise, surprise. i’ve finally gotten around to starting a full succession rewatch and i’ve been taking notes. first and foremost, one of my missions for this rewatch was to really focus in on shiv as a character because the first time i watched it and then rewatched it, i was a huge tom and kendall girl and honestly really did not like shiv :( but i recognize now that my dislike for her was mostly a result of my own internalized misogyny and also because she is a woman written by men and they really do their best to make her one of the less sympathetic characters in the show. i also think that a big chunk of fans online (esp twitter) are quick to label her an evil woman and, when defending their pov, they tend to bring up her behavior towards tom and kendall while also ignoring how both tom and kendall have treated her. i’m really enjoying this rewatch and have really grown to love shivvy. her relationship with tom also reminds me a lot of macbeth and lady macbeth and i think that their relationships have a lot of parallels and i find it very very interesting!!! i’m hoping to compile enough evidence to write something comprehensible about it. also, ROMAN. i literally did not give a shit about roman until the last few episodes of season four which is crazy but something has come over me. i think it’s his issues with intimacy and refusal to let anyone like actually see him and love him that has really bonded me to him <3 additionally there is something about kieran culkin (and rory…) that has bewitched me this summer. i think it’s kieran’s little fangs. i’m obsessed

2. the enormity of my desire disgusting me <3 welcome to truelovewaitsmp3 on tumblr dot com. this summer, i don’t think i’ve opened my journal without writing about how bad i want someone to love me, to look at the mess of my insides and all of this gross desire and love me anyways. to quote something i said to katy alpacinolover in an email, “I DON’T WANT SOMETHING CASUAL. I WANT TO BE THE PREY IMPALED ON YOUR SHRIKE’S THORN.” there’s something to be said about shame here and probably a million other things but i’ve written it so many times already that i don’t care to repeat it here.

3. ??? (stone fruits) two weeks ago, i bought a carton of nine plums from a local produce market. i had been rotting on the couch all day and decided that if i didn’t get up and put on real clothes and go buy a plum i was going to die. the most erotic experience i’ve ever had was eating a plum over newly washed cream sheets, plum viscera under my nails and between my teeth, wine colored juice dripping down my chin and onto my sheets. when the plums were gone, i found two forgotten nectarines in the fridge. i have been assigned “the love song of j alfred prufrock” for three different classes over the last four years (high school english, western humanities and then british lit in college) and each time, the line “do i dare eat a peach” was said to refer to prufrock’s acid reflux. in my american lit class, my professor brought it up one day and told us that it referred to oral sex. anyways. a nectarine is not a peach but i find the experience just as enjoyable.

4. wasteland, baby (2019) for whatever reason, i’ve always gravitated more towards hozier’s first album. however, over the past two months, i have listened through wasteland, baby an insane amount of times. something about the world ending and having someone there to hold through it. this album is also so incredibly sexy and is home to the horniest and sweetest hozier songs (TALK, be, dinner & diatribes, movement, etc). at the end of the title track, hozier whispers “that’s it” and i lose my mind. nfwmb is an honorary wasteland baby track, to me, and also a song that makes me insane and that i have had on repeat lately. i’m scared and excited to see what unreal unearth is going to do to me.

5. a past that i cannot go back to !!!! my hometown is filled with too many ghosts. summer digs them back up. i drive past her mom’s house and have to see her stupid car. someone else comes into work and i have to be reminded of everything i’ve missed out on. i have written about the same thing so many times i’m afraid that my story is metamorphosing.

hiiii ok i’m tagging @alpacinolover (i know you’ve already been tagged by someone else but i really need you to do this) @motherofvinegar @kenromshiv and anyone else who wants to do it! im tagging u.

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microwave-core · 1 year

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Oh God it's more Headcanons

To prepare for XC3 (because the DLC drops at like 9pm for some reason) I wrote more headcanons, mainly because I didn't have a specific character in mind to drabble about.

Sonia my beloved. God, Galar has so many great characters and yet I just don’t have the time to write for all of them… even those with banger designs. Anyways, Sonia. Where to even start with her.

Her hair is a mess. Humidity is her worst enemy. She spends dozens of minutes a day attempting to detangle it when the weather goes to shit. She would be forever indebted to you if you brushed her hair for her. Please just be careful, she will complain if you tug too hard.

Also be careful if you sleep next to her at night, because you very well may end up choking on her hair. Even just cuddling is risky business. You are never safe, not even if you are the little spoon. But it’s worth it because Sonia runs very warm, so it’s always comfy to hold her or rest in her arms.

Speaking of hair, she wants to style yours. Doesn’t matter what kind of hair you’ve got, she’ll find a way. Straight or curly or coils or braids or what have you, she will play with it. Doesn’t matter how long it is either. If you ask for a specific style, she’ll do it, but at some point she will weave little hearts into it to match her own. Don’t ask how she does it, it’s a secret.

Anyways, enough about that. I am absolutely obsessed with the idea of a kid rocking up to get their first pokemon from the Professor and her wife and their adopted son assistant. She’s just… so powerful I love her so much.

Hop loves you. He ships you so hard with Sonia it’s unreal. He is Galar’s best wingman and will do everything in his power to get you two alone together. You guys could literally be married already and he would still be trying to set you guys up. And Leon is no different. Sonia’s his best friend and she talks about you all the time. This guy knows how much Sonia loves you and wants nothing more than for you two to be happy together. Sometimes a family is just a professor, her wife, their assistant, and his brother.

Not enough content for Big Sis Plumeria. She’s gotta take care of basically all Team Skull because they would never get anything done without her around, so she’d be immensely grateful if you either helped corral them or help her relax after constantly chasing after them.

She’s very much an “asshole to the world, sweetheart to her girl” type of girlfriend, mixed in with some tough love. She would never raise her voice at you or seriously insult you, something she does often with the grunts. The most she’ll do is mildly insult you for doing something stupid (as in she would call you an “idiot” or something along those lines), but it’s always evident that she’s more concerned than upset.

As long as you're her girl, no one is going to mess with you. Especially if you have a storied history. Asshole ex? Shitty family members? Straight up enemies? You don’t have to worry about those people anymore.

Oh also all of the Team Skull grunts look up to you and would literally die for you. You’re Big Sis Two, their third favorite person. Also, if anything happened to you on their watch, they would have to face Plumeria’s wrath, which might as well be worse then Guzma’s

Slightly older contest-star Shauna who, despite being pretty girl-crazy, attempts to navigate her first serious relationship. I realize that I like Shauna more than most people, but hear me out.

When she went on a journey through Kalos with her friends, like stated above, she was completely girl-crazy. Literally every girl she met was the absolute prettiest woman she had ever seen (especially Diantha). But she never ended up getting into a relationship, despite wishing otherwise.

When she meets you, she is absolutely smitten. When you’re just friends, she dreams about you every waking minute. She really, really wants to hold your hand and kiss you and go on cute little dates to restaurants and picnics and do contests together and go shopping together and and everything else girlfriends do. She is obsessed.

But once you start dating her, she’s a mess. She has all these things she wants to do with you, but she doesn’t know how to go about doing any of them, so sometimes she comes off as a little awkward in the most endearing way possible. She’s a little clumsy and hesitant when initiating affection, but every little thing you do together makes her so happy. It’s got the energy of a cute high school romance, just two dumbasses in love with each other.

Also she’s super supportive of you. Like Marnie, she is your personal cheerleader. She’ll bring up your achievements to everyone she comes across because she needs everyone to know how great you are and how lucky she is to be dating you. Please be supportive of her in return, she would actually ascend to heaven if she saw you in the audience of one of her contests.

Zisu… big woman. I don’t even have words to describe this absolute unit of a woman. She is far too powerful to fully put into words. Her strength is seemingly unending. She canonically trains with pokemon with her bare hands and could absolutely fuck all of them up.

She can bench press your ass, no matter your size or stature. She’ll carry you anywhere you want whenever you want, she’ll get anything you need off of the top shelf, she will lift up anything you need for whatever reason, and she will give you a little kiss on the forehead because she loves you very much.

If you’re afraid of Pokemon (which is pretty likely given the time period), she will do whatever it takes to help you get over your fears. Zisu is all the protection you need in Hisui. No Pokemon will ever get past her. But she would also like to help you get more comfortable with them, if nothing more than for her peace of mind. She can’t be there all the time, given her position in Team Galaxy.

But if you have a strong team, she would love to train with you. If you managed to beat her, she would love you forever. She’s hella strong, so she finds you being stronger than her in one aspect incredibly attractive. And if you managed to beat her in hand to hand combat? She would never recover.

I think Larry is objectively the funniest gym leader, but I whole-heartedly believe Iono is right behind him. I just think she is a funny little guy with an absolutely banger design.

As the most popular streamer in Paldea (I think), people across the region are going to know that you're dating. There is nothing you can do to avoid it. And Iono doesn’t want to hide your relationship. She wants to show you off.

Showing up on stream at least a few times is a mandatory part of dating her. Both Iono and chat love when you’re there. Sometimes Iono will warn you about what she’s planning beforehand, but other times she’ll leave you in the dark. Don’t worry, though, she won’t ever do anything that will make you uncomfortable.

More importantly, when dating Iono, you get to see the normal her, without the energetic streamer persona. Not to say that she’s completely different on stream, she just amps everything up for the camera. Off camera, she just wants to lay down with you and chill out. Let her complain about the weird people in her chat while you hold her close, she desperately needs it.

Outside of that, this girl loves to gossip. Tell her all about the drama you're dealing with or about the people you just don’t like, she eats that shit up. Likewise, she’ll also “spill the tea” as the kids say. She’s got a lot of people and things to tell you about, both big and small. Just promise to not blab to others about those she complains about. She already has to deal with too much weird shit to have time to deal with additional drama from other people.

Flannery is, like, an og waifu, or something like that. Anyways I like her because her design is sick and so is her gym aesthetic (at least in oras). Girlypop is confident in her abilities but she also only has a vague idea of what she’s doing and is just trying her best.

Being a rookie gym leader is hard, even if she is highly skilled. More importantly, it’s stressful. Thankfully, Lavaridge has a hot spring, giving her a perfect way to relax at the end of the day, and she is borderline desperate for you to join her. Listen, she just radiates disaster lesbian. Being in your presence helps her unwind as is, so pairing you up with the hotspring makes her melt.

She is very dedicated to her training and would love it if you were to join her sometime. Be warned, it gets uncomfortably hot and you will most likely regret it almost immediately, so be prepared. She doesn’t ask you to join her because she doesn’t want you to accidentally strain yourself due to how rigorous it gets, but she’d let you if you asked (after warning you of how difficult it would be, of course).

She seems like someone that would enjoy hiking. Conveniently, there is a volcano right nearby to track up. Flannery desperately wants you to come with her because it would give her a chance to share something she loves with someone she loves. Don’t worry about getting tired, she will carry you up the remainder of the track, no sweat. When you make it to the top (or just find a clearing to rest at), you get to gaze at the beautiful scenery with her.

Okay I now realize that I didn’t do much outside of the first point to show how much of a disaster she is but she just like… is. I cannot explain it, that is just the vibe she has. So even if she seems confident and held together in your presence, she is screaming in her head because you’re so pretty and she loves you AAAAA.

Oh shit I forgot about Tymeand Ryme for the gilf section of the last headcanon post fuck. Uhhhhh, I like them in the same way as the other gilfs in that they’re cool but ultimately they are funny little grandmas, so here comes your grandma posting.

Like the others, Tyme would totally bake you cookies and while eating them would help you do math. I don’t care if you’re not taking some kind of math class or if you're a student at all, she is going to help you do math. Someone has to teach you how to do your taxes, right? If that is not enough to entice you, then perhaps you would like to see her very cool rock collection, because she would totally have one, and a big one at that. Unrelated, but if you give her any kind of rock she could identify it immediately and would also cherish it dearly.

Ryme is the cool grandma. She doesn’t have time to bake cookies (she isn’t very good at it), but she makes up for it in other ways. You want to see a band or artist live? Just tell her, she’ll find a way to get you to that concert. She’d also let you get away with a lot of things, letting you off easy where others would be upset. Like, if you got into a fight with someone, she would lightly scold you then immediately ask if you won. She’d be really proud if you did and would comfort you if you didn’t. Also teaches you how to rap, but that much should be obvious.

Hopefully this is the last of the grandma posting because if I do this again it means I forgot someone else and I don’t think I did. I guess if there’s one major appeal to the gilfs it’s the domesticity of them? Like, you get the ideal of living your life alongside one another for such a long time, which is the dream, really. Girl I don’t know I’m gonna get back to regular unhinged scenarios sorry about this.

One professor was not enough for one post apparently because I wanna talk about Professor Juniper, the original hot professor. Ever the reliable woman, she will do all she can to lend a hand should you need it, but in return you need to put up with her deciding to do things before confirming with the other people involved beforehand.

Unlike most professors, Juniper has another professor to rely on, that being the other Juniper, so she does have a bit more free time on her hands. That being said, she is often doing things for other people, so she is pretty much as busy as the others. But because she’s just helping out other people and not completing research, she is definitely more accessible. Not going to say that she would hold off on helping someone to come help you if you were to need it, but she would do that (assuming that what she was doing before wasn’t urgent).

She loves to travel around the region, and would love it if you joined her. It’s not really a date, but it’s good quality time. Most of it is taken up by her rambling about the Pokemon that can be found in the area. She would also love it if you lent her a hand in her research. It’s a fun and cute little bonding activity, and it means you can spend more time together afterwards.

Like Sonia, the idea of rocking up to a lab only to be met by the professor and her loving wife is a very powerful one, but Sonia remains more powerful. After all, Juniper doesn’t usually give kids their starters in person, nor does she have an assistant whom she and her wife can semi-adopt.

As a side note, I considered using her first name because she has one, but I don’t know if that is common knowledge. It pops up at the very beginning of B2W2, but I didn’t realize it was there until, like, two days ago.

Oh my God I forgot about Professor Magnolia because she isn’t even on my list of characters. I am so upset. And no I’m not going to fix this my moving her up to be with Tyme and Ryme because I need it to be known that I fucked this up here’s your grandma posting again and if I mess this up for a fourth time I’m going to be so upset with myself.

Magnolia is just a chill grandma. She always has cookies in her kitchen to give to Sonia. I’m pretty sure they live together so it’s not like she’s visiting her, but she feels that her granddaughter should always have access to finely made cookies. If you were to come over, she would break them out along with tea and have a surprisingly intellectual conversation. She may have given the professor title to Sonia, but she continues to delve into research, if nothing to fulfill her own self-interest.

These visits are especially interesting if you were, say, dating Sonia. She would give you all kinds of stories from when she was growing up. They aren’t particularly embarrassing, per say, but they usually embarrass Sonia anyways. She’s happy that her granddaughter has found both a path in life and someone to spend it with. In general, she would be interested in you as a person. She wants to have a good relationship with her future granddaughter-in-law, after all!

I swear to God if I forget another grandma (besides Cogita because I already write about her plenty) I’m going to lose it.

Let’s end this one with Misty. She’s normally sweet and bright, but she has a tendency to get snappy when annoyed, which tends to leave a greater impression on people than her regular nature since she easily gets frustrated.

Like all gym leaders, she has lots of responsibilities and is busy and also has an affinity for the type she uses. This is especially true for her since most of her designs are just swimsuits (good for you girlie). She will take you on walks all over Cerulean, as well as swimming in the water surrounding it. It’s her happy place, and she gets really annoyed when people interrupt the tranquil moment.

Sorry to say that it usually falls to you to keep her temper down in those situations. Remind her that it’s probably just a challenger looking to continue their journey and that you’ll get to continue your little date when she’s done. She’s still going to be annoyed, but it’s hard for her to remain bitter when she knows she gets to spend more time with you soon.

At some point, she wants to leave Cerulean and its gym for a while in order to go on a journey of her own. When she does, she wants you to come with her. Nothing sounds better to her than getting lost (metaphorically, she can’t stand actually getting lost) in nature with you by her side. Hopefully you don’t have something that could fry her bike because that would be pretty unfortunate.

I would say her sisters are supportive but they aren’t really there enough to know much about you. Sorry Misty. It’s a shame that they’ve been on the same cruise for twenty years. Someone should really check in with them.

#pokemon x reader #fem reader #im so fucking hyped for future reedemed #i am going to know what riku is even if it kills me #anyways probably not going to be writing in awhile #so don't expect many more posts in the immediate future #incoming tag hell #sonia x reader #plumeria x reader #shauna x reader #zisu x reader #iono x reader #flannery x reader #professor juniper x reader #misty x reader #gilf posting #think i got them all #i dont think half of these are tags but whatever #i will fill these tags myself i guess

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mysecretlittlelibrary · 1 year

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To Love Who Wears The Crown Pt. 2

Pairing: Modern Royals: King!Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: none

Genre: Fluff

Summary: You meet the king of Andia by chance when he hosts a ball and he's immediately taken with you, enough to invite you to spend your summer at the palace with him while he formally courts you. Although he's everything you could dream of from the moment you arrive, nothing is ever straightforward in the world of powerful people. Who would have thought that when you tripped over his feet at a dance you'd eventually have to find out what it means to love a king.

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"Hey, are you out of those pretzel things I had last week?" Monica asks going through your pantry.

"You know, you're here so often Monica maybe you should just buy your own snacks for my pantry at this point." You joke as you sweep your kitchen.

"Okay but I like your snacks." She says. Before you can respond to her a loud knock surprises you so much that you almost drop your broom. "Are you expecting someone?" She frowns.

"No, but I wasn't expecting you either." You joke as you make your way to your front door and open it to see men in uniforms on the other side.

"Oh- hello gentlemen. Can I help you with something?" Your eyebrows knit together as you look at them. A woman walks between them dressed sharply in all black.

"Sorry to bother you miss, I'm Miss Romanova, we're here looking for a Y/n Y/l/n." The woman says. Monica joins you by the door with a curious look on her face.

"Can I ask what for?" You frown.

"The King has invited her to stay at the palace."

"Why?" You blink incredulously.

"It appears you made quite the impression on the king at the ball." She muses.

"Wait what?! How did you make an impression on the king?!" Monica looks at you.

"They met at the ball." The woman says.

"You met the king?! How did I miss that?" Monica gasps.

"I tripped over the king's foot and then he asked me to dance." You elaborate quietly.

"You danced with the king and didn't think to tell me?!"

"You were excited to talk about what you did at the party and I was too tired to give you a play-by-play that I know you'd ask for."

"And what about between then and now?! That was like a week ago!" Monica places her hands on her hips and you sigh.

"I forgot about it." You shrug.

"I cannot believe you!"

"Monica- time and place." You shake your head.

"No time like the present, I mean truthfully you should've told me before now but-"

"Girl- I mean arguing with me about this. Something tells me that with palace guards at my front door it is not the time, not the place." You grit out.

"Oh- yeah."

"Anyway! Miss. Romanova, the king is inviting me to the palace?"

"He'd like to court you, yes."

"How long would I be there?"

"Well- it's hard to say." She says.

"Hard to say?" You frown.

"I mean, you're free to leave whenever you'd like should either of you decide not to move forward with a relationship but I'm sure he ideally plans to marry you in which case you'd most likely move into the palace permanently."

"Marry me?!"

"One day. That obviously wouldn't happen in the immediate future but ultimately it'd be the end goal I think." She nods.

"I assume I'd be expected to leave like- right away?"

"You would, yes."

"Alright. Give me some time to pack." You say.

"Of course." She nods again.

"Would you like to come in?" You ask.

"We'll wait out here." One of the guards says.

"Alright. Monica, come with me please." You say. Monica follows you into your room.

"Oh my gosh, you're going to stay in the palace!" She squeals as you grab one of your suitcases and a trunk you keep under your bed.

"This is unreal." You shake your head.

"So what was the king like? Since you've apparently been holding out on me I deserve some information before you go."

"He was- more charming than I expected. He's very strong too, and a good dancer."

"You're literally about to start living a fairytale."

"Monica let's not get our hopes up. We'll do the courting thing and if it goes well, it goes well." You tell her. "What do I even pack?"

"Pack like you would for a vacation! You don't live that far you can always pick up more clothes. Or go shopping." Monica says. You pull a few weeks' worth of clothes out of your closet and pack them away along with other personal items you'd like to have with you. "You'll call me won't you?" Monica asks.

"Of course, and I'm sure you can visit me. Once I figure out how all this works I'll let you know." You tell her, closing your suitcase. You walk back out to the front where Miss Romanova waits with the guards.

"All set?" She asks you.

"Yes, I just need some help grabbing a trunk of mine from the bedroom." You say. She nods at the guards who follow you to your room and grab the trunk. You pull your suitcase in tow and allow them to load your things into the car they came in.

"Have fun! I can't wait to hear all about it." Monica winks at you.

"I'll be in touch. Look after my garden please." You tell her giving her a hug.

"Of course." She says with a smile. You lock your front door and follow Miss Romanova to the car. Your ride to the palace is silent as you watch somewhat anxiously as the vehicle drives further into the city. When you arrive at the palace, your things are unloaded by servants before you're even out of the car.

"They're taking your things to where you'll be staying." Miss Romanova says to you as you walk with her.

"Oh- should I follow them then?" You frown, your pace is much slower than the servants and you'll lose them if you continue walking at the speed she is.

"No worries, you'll be shown your room. They're supposed to take your things there before you get there." She shrugs.

"Oh okay." You muse and she chuckles.

"Y/n!" You hear once you're inside the palace. Your head snaps towards the voice to see the king striding towards you.

"Hello your majesty." Miss Romanova says with a nod.

"Hello Nat, thank you so much." He says to her before turning to you. "Y/n, it's a pleasure to see you again." He grabs your hand and leans down to kiss the back of it.

"It's- a surprise to see you again, your majesty." You say with a small smile.

"I'll walk you to your room, and you can tell me why." He gestures for you to walk with him.

"Well, I tripped over you and then we danced for a few minutes. To be invited to the palace a week later, I wouldn't have expected it." You chuckle.

"Was it too forward? To invite you here? I'm not very familiar with the norms of courting if I'm honest. Being king- you don't get much normalcy. I just thought it would be easier for us if you were closer."

"The norms of courting." You muse.

"Yes, Nat did tell you that's why you're here didn't she?"

"Nat- that's Miss Romanova?"

"Yeah, her name's Natasha."

"She told me why I'm here- it's just, this is a bit surreal I'll be honest. To be courted by the king." You muse. James laughs at that.

"Yes well, even kings hope to find love." He shrugs.

"Of course." You nod.

"This is you. I'll let you settle in, will you join me for dinner tonight? You don't have to of course, but I'd really like you to if you're up to it." He asks.

"Sure. I'll join you." You say.

"Perfect, I'll have someone fetch you when dinner is ready." James nods and turns back down the hall you came down. You push open the large doors to your room and sigh when you walk into it.

"Hello!" A cheery voice makes you gasp.

"Hi- this is my room, right?" You frown in confusion at the girl who is smiling at you.

"Yes!"

"Alright, in that case, not to be rude but, what are you doing in here?"

"My name is Izzy and I'm your personal staff." She offers.

"Personal- staff?"

"The king doesn't like to use the word servants, he thinks it's degrading and archaic and outdated since historically servants weren't always there voluntarily. We all applied to work here and we're paid well, it's a job like most others so- he changed the job title to personal staff." Izzy explains.

"Oh- okay."

"I'm here to help you with any and everything while you're staying here. Think of me as like a personal assistant."

"I didn't realize I'd- need one of those." You frown.

"You're a personal guest of the king. Of course, you would."

"Alright, well I was just going to unpack- what does one wear to have dinner with the king? Is a t-shirt and jeans too casual?" You ask glancing down at your clothes.

"It's not a formal event. You should be fine wearing that. Tomorrow, I'd like to take your measurements though."

"What for?"

"So that we can make you gowns and things in case you need an outfit for anything the king invites you to."

"You're going to make me clothes?"

"Well I'll mostly be doing the designing and other staff will help me with the sewing part."

"That's- so fascinating and not at all necessary you know."

"I'm sure you don't feel like it's necessary but I assure you, it'll only be to your benefit."

"Alright, you work here, I'll take your word for it." You chuckle.

"Great, any questions?" She asks.

"Not that I can think of at the moment, if you'd like to go, for now, you can. I'm just going to unpack until someone collects me for dinner." You shrug.

"Would you like help?"

"No thanks, I got it." You smile.

"Then- I'll check in a little later." She says, slipping out of your room. You play some music from your phone and open your suitcase to unpack. You hum to yourself as you put away your clothes and find places for the few trinkets and photos you brought, mostly on the vanity. Eventually, a knock on your door makes you stop the music before going to open it.

"Hello Lady y/n. I've come to escort you to dinner." A man, who you assume is a guard says once you open the door.

"Oh- hi. Well lead the way then." You smile. He nods and you follow him down several hallways until you end up at a large dining room.

"Y/n, thank you for joining me." James stands and pulls out a chair for you on one side of his.

"Of course your highness." You sit down and allow him to push your seat in before he sits at the head of the table.

"Are you settling in alright?" He asks as food is brought out.

"I am. I did some unpacking. Oh I met Izzy, she seems nice."

"Oh good, I wasn't sure who you'd get on well with since I still have much to learn about you." He scratches the back of his neck.

"I can't imagine anyone who works here would be hard to get along with." You say, carefully putting a forkful of food into your mouth.

"You would think- but I've had guests that don't get along with my employees." James muses.

"I'm sure that's not easy." You mutter.

"Not particularly. How's your food?"

"It's good, thank you for asking." You smile.

"Do you have any allergies or anything I should tell the kitchen about for the future?"

"No." You shake your head.

"Alright. I'd like to go riding with you tomorrow if you're interested and up for it." He tells you.

"Okay." You nod.

"Is that a yes?"

"Oh, do I have a choice in the matter?"

"What? Of course you do. You always have a choice. They did tell you my invitation was declinable right? I made it clear to them that you were only to come here of your own volition. I don't want you to feel obligated to do anything." A deep frown of concern scrunches his brows.

"They made it clear that I was allowed to decline your invite, your majesty. It's just that- I'm not sure what is and isn't considered out of line as far as accepting or declining your invitations while I'm here. You are the king after all." You explain.

"Only in official settings."

"What?"

"I'm not sure entirely how possible it is for you to separate King James the reigning monarch from James Barnes the man hoping to sweep you off your feet but- well I don't want you to see any of my invites as mandatory. I understand there's an inherent power imbalance between us but I want you to know that you are always permitted to say no to anything I suggest, I won't hold it against you or try to force you into anything. Try your best to treat me as you would any other suitor."

"Really?"

"Of course, where's the fun of falling in love if you only spend time with me out of obligation? When you agree to do things with me I want it to be because you want to be around me as much as I want to be around you."

"Do they teach you how to be this charming before you become king or is this just a trait of James Barnes?" You chuckle.

"A little of both." He winks at you and you turn your attention to your plate to hide your reaction.

"Well- you're very good at it." You say quietly. Your dinner with him continues that way. He's charming and curious and you try to reciprocate the energy. When you're finished eating he walks you back to your room, inviting you to breakfast in the morning. Overall you'd call it a lovely introductory day to what will probably be an interesting summer.

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Part 2/???

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky fanfic #bucky #marvel #marvel fanfiction #To Love Who Wears The Crown #bucky barnes

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beebbg · 2 years

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wassupp i was wondering if you still write nsfw alphabets? if you by any chance still do can you write one for Catalyst preferably with a gn!reader, im so down bad for this woman it’s unreal 🧎

Honestly I am too, but I still do write them!

Tressa “Catalyst” Smith x Gn! Reader

Warnings: Nsfw, maybe some grammar mistakes

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Very cuddly-

Holds you close, legs tangled in each other, the mushy romance shit

Would almost if not always asks if you’re ok after

“Hey, you ok? I didn’t hurt you, right?” Tressa asks. She strokes the side of your face gently. The same as always. It wasn’t a bad thing. If anything, it’s an amazing thing. Having the woman you love so close and looking at you with basically heart eyes was the best thing you could ask for.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

I think it’s safe to say Tress’a favorite body part on her self are her hands

She can bend and twist them in ways to make you feel good or use the goopy goo (which she controls with her hands)

Her favorite part on you is your chest

Hearing your heartbeat quicken with each small touch she leaves on you is kinda arousing to her

She also loves to kiss that area leaving hickeys in the process and if she has her famous black lipstick on she leaves lipstick marks all over your chest

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Loves seeing it all over your face, gets her going

The way you would lick your lips to catch some and use your thumb to scoop some extra

She’s pretty much gone

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

She’s pretty vocal of the ideas she wants to try but for some reason she would want to fuck you in the middle of a match (with probably a high chance of getting caught)

She hasn’t told you but she may bring it up some day

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Most of her life she lived on Boreas (???) and hung out with her group so

I wouldn’t say she isn’t completely inexperienced, she knows stuff and have been in a few relationships here and there

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

She’s up to anything so it doesn’t really matter but I can see her being into the 69 (har har) position

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Not a big goof but can crack a joke when the moment’s right

Most of the time she takes it seriously but you guys still have a bit of fun

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

She’s very well groomed, doesn’t have a lot of hair

Probably has patterns

(She dyed her pubes blue)

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

VERY intimate, she makes you feel so loved it’s sickening

She goes slow and takes her time feeling you, every inch of your body is never left untouched

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

If you’re out for a long time and she thinks of you she’s gonna get off to whatever reminds her of you

Or anytime she thinks of you

But it’s not to the point where it’s everyday more like once in a while

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Gets off to being praised, it’s just her kink-

Like you complement her during the moment and she’ll be a mess

(No one can tell me otherwise)

“You’re so pretty.” You sigh, looking at Tressa in awe. This affected her because the next moment, her face went red.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

The bedroom or the couch in her living room

You guys can be watching a movie on the couch and then have you ripping her clothes off like mad man

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Do something hot

When she comes home to you wearing a new lingerie, she’s basically drooling

Or dress up in blue bc that’s hot

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

She’s not hurting you in anyway

Even if you’re ok with it she doesn’t want the people she love to get hurt

In this case you

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

She’s into giving a bit more, the satisfaction she would get by making you scream her name

Doesn’t mean she doesn’t also enjoy it-

But she def goes down on you and puts that mouth to use

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

More slow than fast

She takes her time with you, like said before she feels every inch of you

She also takes her time pleasing you

Smooth hands trail up the curves of your hips as you squirm under her touch. They’re cold, a big contrast to your warm skin. She takes all the time to feel every part of you. Hell, you two might’ve been here for hours by now.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

She’s up to them

She kind of digs the possibility that you two might get caught, not completely though

If she eventually tells you that she wants to do it when you guys are in a match then she’ll have you on the nearest wall

Or maybe hide first…

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Not entirely but it can be arousing sometimes

Still she takes risks if you’re up to it

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Around 1 or 2 rounds but if she’s feeling up to it then 3 or maybe 4

Just hope you’re still together by round 3

I think she lasts around an hour or more bc she takes forever

(Hurry up)

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Glass dildo-

I did mention in my last work that Catalyst keeps a glass dildo in her room

She did use it on you like once but it’s kind of for display (???)

She owns a lot of different toys to experiment from with them being mostly black or blue but she goes out of the color scheme and has some pink toys

Because pink is cool

“Just one more. You can do it.” Tressa purrs (meow). The pink toy vibrates violently on your clit. Tressa teases it down to your cunt, threatening to thrust it inside. Only the tip grazes between, stretching you a bit.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

She’s very much a tease

(Not funny)

Even though she loved you she can be a total ass sometimes

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

She’s not very loud

She lets out more breathy moans and noises

Would spew strings if curses under her breath too

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

While she was using her ferrofluid for intercourse she made like a huge mess

It kind of got everywhere, especially on you

Don’t worry she cleaned it up

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Yk that one clip of Sam and Max where little same goes “Boobies!” … yeah…

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Sex drive is pretty average, she isn’t super horny all the time

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Most of the time she falls asleep after you

If so she looks at you with loving eyes as your chest rises and lowers each breath

An; boobies!!!

#apex #apex legends #apex x reader #catalyst x reader #tressa smith #tressa smith x reader #apex headcannons #catalyst #hot #100% queer #bee’s fics

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backrooms-birthday-party · 9 months

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De Selby 1 & 2 - very hoz, sincere and then bouncy, the Irish is so beautiful coming from him, makes me feel 11 again finding celtic woman, and de Selby 2 has got to be my favorite upbeat sounding one of his

First Time - sad but catchy. I love hearing baby, which is a big part of the sad, the anyway will always kill me

Francesca - 10/10, wonderful, kinda Peter Gabriel, lovely, the ending will always be the hardest for me to sing

I, Carrion - stripped down goodness, to get to hear him do this live *swoon* I'd die, so fucking good sad too, good idea for it to be on lust as well

Eat Your Young - super good, will always bounce to this one

Damage Gets Done - brandi is doing everything here, really compliments hoz's voice wonderfully, super poppy and I love it, that weird glitch will always stratch my brain tho

Who We Are - good one for the album tone, really feels Unreal Unearth to me, just a real gut punch, hold me like a knife!!

Son of Nyx - amazing, just perfect, probably my fav of the album, has tones of pink floyd and linkin park to me, just ethereal ✨️

All Things End - I loved this from the EP (through me was my fav), but everything about this one is amazing

To Someone From A Warm Climate - feels sorta Fiona Apple-y, another hard gut punch, so lonely sounding which is the point, I know, so yeah

Butchered Tongue - lyrics are amazing and so perfect, feels like old grief, like a really heavy grief that's more personal than foreigner's god, almost feels like an old folk song

Anything But - it really is a weird tone shift putting this between tongue and abstract, but it fits so well, since it's still such a hard feeling to such a Paul Simon-y song, has some Call Me Al vibes, those high notes fill me with so many emotions.

Abstract - for the cPTSD girlies. My lordy. Tied for my fav with son of nyx. Hurts like hell, it's tied with First Light for the one that hits me personally the hardest, SEE HOW IT SHINESSSS

Unknown - I've already talked about how this song hits me, a lot of complicated feelings for it, again a good stripped down song that's bigger than it sounds

First Light - the one I love with all of my heart, those backing vocals give me life after crying so hard at the whole thing, and the lyrics are so personal for me and my divorce, perfection

This album will always be one of my favorites now. It has stamped itself pretty deep into my brain, and I'll be listening to this with my grandkids one day. Thank you, Andrew 🩷

#hozier #unreal unearth #first light is such a good way to end it #abstract is so hard not to cry to #dont listen in your car lol #SEE HOW IT SHINES

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I shall enable

Okay so. I'm going to write this on my phone and try to add a read more that hopefully works.

Warning: Body horror, nonsexual nudity, and unreality.

So here we go.

Man's hand has too many fingers. Also, I don't think the wrist slims down like that from the arm.

Something about the arm just looks... off. I think it's how skinny the elbow looks in comparison to the rest of the image.

Man has a really deep armpit. I'm also not a hundred percent sure if that's how the pectoral muscle falls against the shoulder.

My favorite part of this whole piece. His hand is clenched, loosely, under his skin. Can you see that? What do you mean, those are his abs? Abs aren't hand-shaped!

Literally look at how low his legs are from where his hips are. Look at how the frontmost leg is his left leg even though his right side is facing us. Look at that twisted anatomy, that massive calf in the back, those knees. Because that's anatomically correct.

Speaking of anatomically correct, what are those people in the bottom-left corner doing? Throwing a party? Please stop. I will get the bouncer

Man's right eye is literally yellow. It's a different color from his left eye.

What is going on with that wing

Middle woman now. The top of her head above the crown is bald. The AI engine didn't register that her hair style should continue past the crown. You can see the attempt, but not enough.

Speaking of her hair, what's that weird bit doing in front of the man? The rest of her hair is flowing but this one is all clumped up.

The crown is resting on her hair instead of on her head. If it were made of metal, it'd fall around her collarbone. There's just nothing to keep it on there.

Why do her nipples look like that

What is that line between her boobs that goes past her ribcage and down to her hip? Is that anatomically accurate? I don't THINK so? What was the AI trying to do there? She also has two belly buttons because there's no way that's a belly button piercing THAT high over the belly button.

I forgot to mention her irises are different sizes.

And her nostrils.

Her right hand is two hands merging into one. That is so sexy.

What's not sexy is how her waist and her hip are just. Too long? Too wide? It just seems off. Compared to the other side, it seems to come out too far.

I'm trying to remember why I circled her legs, though. Maybe they just seemed too long to me at the time. Her right leg does look a bit odd near the bottom, though--it slants weirdly toward where her knee would begin.

Hand take 2: Electric Boogaloo.

What the fuck is that artifacting under that thing she's holding. How could you possibly excuse that.

Person in the back. What the fuck happened to their arm. What happened to their wrist. Why is their ring finger the background

Their eyebrow melts from a shadow on the bridge of their nose into their forehead.

Collarbone anatomy! Honorable mention: The red ear. I didn't circle it because I couldn't tell if it was in the right place or not, but why is it so orange?

I think I circled it to point out the broken anatomy but holy shit flash back to the woman in front. A piece of the top of her arm was cut off. Ouch. Also her hair has that typical 'painterly AI look' to it. Anyway. Back to the person in the back.

Specifically look at where the torso ends and the hip begins. Imagine if your hips started right below your ribcage.

Now imagine if your hips started right below your ribcage but then skipped forward a little bit and suddenly you have another set of hips. Seriously. This is how anatomy works apparently.

So yeah. That's this trainwreck. Let me know if you see anything I missed. This is hilarious and I am obsessed. Specifically by the hand stuck under the guy's skin like oh my god. That in itself is art.

#it isn't art. i lied.#but i do find it hilarious lol

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gerrysherry · 1 year

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Moon Knight/ Sandman crossover

Tw for unreality, mention of catatonia and trauma

1. Death

Death, removing her ankh and reaching towards Marc: Marc Spector and the others that reside with your skin, you have lived a turbulent life, sent many people my way, but it is your time. Come with me!

Khonshu, all but pushing her away: Unhand him, wielder of the Ankh, he is mine!

Marc, dazed but lucid: Sorry, Lady but I got unfinished business. I'm going with the pigeon. But when I'm older maybe I'll take you up on that offer

Death, who has seen these things before: Suit yourself.

Marc, pulling on the moon knight cloak from the Khonshu statue: Oh I will.

2. Dream

Lucien holding MK's hand before he reaches a crescent dart: Sir, this is a Morpheus you do not want to fight*. This a big misunderstanding, I'm sure.

Morpheus, who just got back to the dreaming two weeks ago: Yes, quite protector of those who travel by night. We have not met but all my sisters speak highly of you. That is no small feat. I think this is a case of yet another imposter taking my name and role as shaper.

Moon Knight: Yeah, I'll allow for that. Good thing, too. Be a shame if I had to kill Del's brother for killing my girlfriend's brother. That would be a mess.

Later

Lucien: Here's 'Moon Shards' an unfinished script co authored by Jake Lockley and Steven Grant. I believe these are friends of yours.

Moon Knight: Put that back! By the moon, DON'T READ IT! It's really bad.

Lucien: Believe me. I've read worse.

3. Desire

Marc, half his face banagaed, ordering his fourth pint: Barkeep, another! I ain't driving anyway

Desire, wearing it's iconic white suit: Can I help you?

Marc: Nah. Last time I made a deal with a supernatural entity in a white suit, my life went straight to hell

Desire, examining long white nails: Really? Because I have a job your selves might want....

Marc: Lady... I mean Sir, I mean Ma'am dammit. What makes me want a new job?

Desire, unoffended and amused: I can see it in your eyes, Marc. Also you might want to accept yourself before it drives you to meet my older sister.**

4. Delirium/Delight

Marc and Steven are kids, Steven has only been around for few years.

Steven, motioning to older red-headed girl in a black dress, gloves and boots,***: This is Delirium, but she goes by Del, she wanted to meet you.

Marc: My name Marcus but everyone calls me Marc, so I get it. But seriously who calls their kid Delirium?

Delirium: My mother named me Delight but then things happened and I changed.

Marc: OK then.

Delirium: Steven says I go see your room, yes?

Marc: Er, My dad might draw a line at older girls in my room and my mom could throw a fit.

Delirium: Can your parents see Steven?

Marc: Weirdly no

Delirium: Then they won't see me.

Marc: fair enough

Later:

Marc: I don't know where the fish picture came from. I didn't draw it. Nor did Steven. I'm an only child so....

Delirium: Sometimes fishes are fishes, sometimes they represent lost brothers, I would know, I lost two.

Marc: Yeah, you're creeping me out Del. Steven, do you think she's creepy? Steven?

[everything blurs]

Elias, shaking his son: Son, you've been in a catatonic trance for an hour. I know you've been for a lot, but don't scare us like that

* Morpheus is a minor Moon Knight villain, he killed Marlene's brother. In crossover story he replaces Doctor Destiny as the false Morpheus leading to one big misunderstanding

** Desire is seen by people to embody the gender they are attracted to, straight men and lesbians see a woman, gay men and straight women see a man, and bi/pan/m-spec people see a hot non-binary person and fumble over pronouns. Marc is a deep denial failure bisexual.

***this is the outfit Bill Sienkiewicz portrayed her in for her chapter of Endless Night. Sienkiewicz drew the original Moon Knight run so it's fate really

#the sandman #moon knight #moon knight 2022 #moon knight comics #bill sienkiewicz #death of the endless #desire of the endless #dream of the endless #delirium of the endless #marc spector #steven grant #elias spector #my writing #my fanfiction

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mrschwartz · 1 year

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before i share how the concert itself was, i have to tell this story bc it's one of the craziest things that have happened to me

my flight to curitiba got delayed 2 hours because the flights before it were also delayed and it caused a domino effect. so i got to curitiba 2 hours later than i'd planned to, which meant that i went to bed 2 hours later, which meant that i woke up and went to wait in line 2 hours later than i planned. right? hold that thought.

after waiting in line, the inspection before entering the venue was an absolute shitshow. they didn't account for the fact that there'd be significantly more female fans than male, so there were too many spare male inspectors, and so to speed things up they let guys cut the line to go get inspected before the women. like????? some people who got there Hours after me ended up in front of me during the show. im still. Pissed

but then also like. the inspectors were so unprepared it's Unreal. the woman who inspected me is the dumbest person alive, she'd take like 5 min per person and make people throw out stuff that wasn't even prohibited like cigarettes and mints. when it got to me she saw my analog camera and started insisting that it couldn't go in and that i'd have to throw it out, despite me knowing For A Fact that i could, bc i have countless times and knew that the prohibited items list only mentioned professional cameras with detachable lenses (which is absolutely fair and which mine absolutely wasn't). at that point i was less worried about losing my camera then having gone all the way to curitiba to just not go to the concert (which would've a been a bigger waste of money) so i just rewound the film roll to keep at least that, and then i turned to throw the camera out. holding a plastic bag full of cameras there was a cleaning lady, and she said to me "don't worry about your camera. after the show come looking after the cleaning crew, because we're keeping all of them to return them afterwards to everybody. i know how hard we work to buy our things" which was. So fucking sweet and thoughtful that i have no words. i thanked her a bunch, but i already knew that there was no in way in hell that i'd fight my way through 25k people when i'd already be desperate to get an uber back to my hotel. so i threw my camera out and Booked it

i found a spot (not as close as i'd like, but anyway!!!!) and set up camp there, waiting for the show, and i started talking to the people around me, as one does in these unique situations lol. i mentioned what happened to my camera and a guy beside me said they did the same thing to him, and we sympathized with each other. also, i was in a whatsapp group with hundreds of people who were going to the show too, and i sent a message there as well talking about the situation, more to get some commiseration than anything else, but barely got a response bc apparently it wasn't to everybody that the inspection was so harsh, only to the premium pit people. which rvkkfjkgg fucking christ, i swear.

But Then. like maybe two hours later? someone replied to my message (after it was buried under like hundreds of messages afterwards), saying "hey you!! who lost your camera!! i just got in, and the cleaning crew is at the premium pit entrance and letting everyone know that those who got their cameras taken can go there to retrieve it, because the venue has admitted they made a mistake by confiscating them!!" and i was like Of Fucking Course they did, i knew all along nvjdnjfvnjfvg (i'm laughing but god i was so fucking pissed). i thanked her a bunch too, but then i looked behind me and there were already like. 6k people that i'd have to go through, and it'd be an even more impossible task to find my way back. nevertheless i let the guy beside me that had lost his camera as well know that he could go try to retrieve his, if he was willing. and he said "yeah i'll go. what's yours like i'll go get it" and i was like "no way really?? it's like this and this, and i'd be Eternally grateful and i have no words etc etc" and then he disappeared into the crowd for what seemed like forever. and then! he came back with my camera!!!!!!!!!!!!! isn't that crazy?????

think about this along with me. if my flight there hadn't gotten delayed, i'd have gone to the concert earlier. my camera would've been confiscated anyway, but since i would've been more near the front, i wouldn't have been next to the guy who went to retrieve my camera for me. Insanity. life's crazy

the show was amazing, i'll talk about it later i promise. but after it ended i'll admit i had a bit of a main chracter syndrome lol, because i thought that i'd just have to walk out, get an uber and head to the hotel. but then i actually had to walk out alongside 25k heading towards the same direction for what seemed like kilometers because the streets were closed down due to the show, and the venue was in a really isolated area away from commerce and stuff like that, and it was Pouring rain, and i was by myself. so i got Desperate. lol. like true panic. i began to search the crowd with my eyes for people that seemed trustworthy, but most of them were either drunk or high, or in groups of people too big and intimidating. then i saw 2 girls about my age, and i approached them. "hey where are you guys going? i'm a little lost and i'd just like to find some commercial place or something where i could wait for an uber" and they Immediately sympathized with me and one of them was like "we're not from here either but stick with us, i have a cousin who lives here and he's the one who's coming to pick us up, he told us to wait for him by a supermarket up the road" so i started to follow them along, super grateful but still very scared because i Knew that even then it'd be so hard to get an uber, and eventually they'd leave, and i'd be by myself again

anyway, in the hubbub i ended up getting separated from them and lost again. i eventually found the supermarket i imagine was the one they were talking about, but no sign of them. i tried to get an uber for myself, i'm gonna estimate on the lower side, maybe like 20 times?? in a span of maybe 40 minutes. all of them rejected. then i walked around the supermarket to see if there i could have better luck and who do i run into?? the 2 girls!!! i couldn't believe it. they told me they looked for me after we got separated but that they didn't know my name so they couldn't even scream for me, but then there we were!! they said they still were looking for her cousin, and i said, my sense of shame already giving way to my desperation, "would it be cool if you guys gave me a ride to your cousin's house? i don't even have to go in, i'd stand on the sidewalk, i just think it'd be easier to get an uber there" which i know is Insanity, to go to an isolated area with people i don't know in a city i don't know, but hey i was already in a critical situation nvfkfmgkjbg don't question me, they really did seem trustworthy and willing to help!! and they said of course!! and then like, after i joined them this time we ended up finding him!!! in like 5 minutes. all of this is happening while it's still pouring rain btw, i feel like this is important info for the dramatic effect lol. when we got to the car, they told the cousin my idea, about letting me ride along, and he was So nice. he said "where's your hotel? i'll drive you there" and i was like "noo i don't want to be a burden, seriously i'll go to where you guys are going" already rooting for him to offer again so that i could accept it vjkfmgjkbng and he did! he said "no i mean it, it's no burden at all, i'll take you there" so i told him the address and he actually drove me there. i offered to pay and everything but they wouldn't accept my money. they were just good people who wanted me safe

i got to the hotel safely (and thanked them a bunch!!! ofc) all thanks to those 3 angels and goodness gracious that was the end of my day. like oh my god

#it was stressful but also one of the best days of my life???#it's crazy that one single 24 hour day had so many coincidences for the good you know!!!#people are good and now i can safely say that i owe my life to the willingness of kind people #the cleaning lady; the girl who let me know i could get my camera back; the guy who retrieved it; those 2 girls and the cousin #i can't wait to pay it all forward i can't wait

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Consequence (Joel Miller x OC)

Summary: What if Joel survived his injuries from the Abby and Fireflies attack but ends up with really bad amnesia. He can’t remember his wife, Ellie, or the Outbreak; only before. How will his family bring back the man they once knew?

Pairing: Joel Miller x OC

Notes: HEYYYYY Guess who's back??!! It me!! I just want to say a HUGE thank you to all you lovely readers; the support for this story has been unreal and I'm eternally grateful for it; I literally couldn't even put it into words. I'm doing a lot better now and I'm in a much better head space and ready get back into the wonderful world of this story. I have slightly changed a sentence in chapter 11 (The flashback of winter) just to include Ada's medical knowledge because it was bugging me that I missed it the first time. It's just a little change and it doesn't really change the chapter in any. It was just something I needed to change from a writers POV if that makes sense. Anyway thank you for sticking with me for so long; you incredible people make my day with your support/comments etc… its readers like you that really keep me motivated to continue writing so thank you for that.

I hope you enjoy this chapter and it doesn't disappoint as it's taken me a while to get back into the swing of things so hopefully I'm not too rusty and it's not a let down. Love yous lots hope you enjoy the chapter ❤️

Chapter Fifteen

They’d been driving for what felt like hours and they were running out of road. Tommy had managed to follow Joel’s tracks from the gate, although at times it had been difficult with the rain washing most of them away. Eventually they followed their way out towards the ski lift outpost; only to be greeted with disappointment when they found the place empty. There were signs of life however; muddy boot and hoof prints dried to the floor from the storm that had now passed. The crumbs of half eaten carrots litter the ground and open cans of stew left scattered along one of the tables near the recently lit fire pit. Dina moved to inspect it; taking a hold of the spoon left in the pan, both stuck together by the burnt remains of the leftover stew sticking to the bottom of it.

“Well; at least we know he was definitely here.” Dina joked awkwardly trying to lighten the mood a little. But Tommy didn’t see the funny side; his nostrils flaring in frustrated anger as he stomped forward kicking at the table, sending the empty cans sputtering across the floor.

“Goddamn it!” He yelled. The sound echoing through the dead quiet. Ada and Dina both flinched at the outburst. The older woman moved towards him, placing a tentative hand on his shoulder in a feeble attempt to calm him.

“Taking it easy Tommy.” She tried but he threw his shoulder aggressively, shrugging her away as he whipped around on his heel to face her. “Easy?!” He barked. “We keep just missing him, how the fuck are we supposed to find to him when he had a two day head start?!”

Ada signed deeply trying to ignore the sting of Tommy’s spurn. She knew he didn’t mean it. He was tired. They all were. And frustrated and worried about Joel. It was hard not to lose your temper at the situation; especially one that was more of less of their own making. She and Tommy blamed themselves for basically driving Joel away from Jackson in the first place. Even now Ada was rerunning their last conversation over and over again in her head. Her guilt twisting in both her stomach and tightening within her chest at all the things she could’ve said instead. But that kind of thought would get her nowhere now. She needed to focus on the here and now. And the only thing that mattered was bringing Joel home.

She took another breath; her eyes searching the room for any more signs that Joel may have left behind. “We just have to be smart about this.” She wondered aloud as she continued looking. “When we move on, we have to be certain we’re headed in the right direction.”

“And how the hell are we supposed to do that?! Huh?” Tommy scoffed bitterly, throwing his hands up in defeat. “We don’t even know where Joel’s going!”

She turned back towards her brother in law; her mind scrambling desperately for an idea or a lead. Her eyes staring down intensely at the floor before glancing back up at Tommy. “Well maybe he’s going back to Boston? You talked about your time in the QZ right?” She offered hopefully. Tommy’s lip curled in disdain at her idea; pacing back and forth.

“I told him but that don’t mean he listened.” He dismissed. “And I doubt he’d head back home to Texas… he knows there’s nothing there anymore. I’ve been, I’ve seen it. The house is wrecked and it’s been picked clean.”

The room fell silent at Tommy’s condescending tone as Ada bit her lip to keep from saying anything that might just aggravate the situation. Her eyes glancing across towards Dina who was looking around the back of the room; obviously trying to keep out of the way. Ellie had stayed by the door at first but now was kneeled down behind the remains of the cafe bar; pulling through the drawers and cabinets. Throwing away any junk that didn’t aid in her search for Joel. Her heart ached as she watched her. The teen hadn’t uttered a word since leaving Jackson. It was clear even now that she blamed herself for everything, she was so tired of this. The Fireflies had caused them nothing but grief and anger ever since she’d met them. Even years later, after the fuckers had disbanded they were still tearing apart her family and she despised them for it.

The thought made her pause for a moment. Wait…the Fireflies…Joel's letter; her stomach dropped at the realization.

“Then he’s going after the Fireflies!” Dina announced, speaking her thoughts before she could voice them herself. Ada offered the girl a broken smile in spite of herself, a wave of relief that at least someone was on the same page as her. But once again…Tommy only scoffed bitterly at the suggestion.

“And why the hell would he go after the people that tried to kill him?!” He spat, pulling a face at Dina as she backed down to sit on the one the couches. Her head hung in shame like a child that had just been scolded. Ada’s blood was beginning to boil now at his attitude. She stomped over towards her brother in law; standing toe to toe with the man. Her dark eyes staring him down as her patience was beginning to wear thin.

“Think about it, everything goes back to them for him.” She explained trying to keep herself calm. “I told him what happened and what he did to save Ellie. But he still couldn’t get his head around exactly who the fireflies were and what they meant.” She took a breath clenching her fists by her side, almost daring Tommy to shoot her down again. But the man just scoffed in her face and damn if she wasn’t tempted to punch the condescending bastard in the nose all over again!

“Great! That’s just fucking great! He’s going after the Fireflies which means he could be anywhere by now! We don’t know where the fireflies were even headed!”

“Yes we do! You said you got word they were in Seattle.”

“Rumors, Ada, I heard rumors. Nothing concrete. And it don’t matter anyway, that was between me and a few of the boys on lookout. I never even told Joel about it!”

Okay, now Ada was getting pissed with him. She trembled with anger; her eyes wide and nostrils flared as she once again stood toe to toe with Tommy. Her fist somehow managed to unclench as she instead pointed her sharp finger into his chest; her voice quivering. “Well I don’t see you coming up with any ideas!” She yelled into his face.” You just keep shooting down everyone else’s!”

“Because I’m trying to make sure that we know where we’re headed. We can’t go running in any damn direction, just hoping we stumble into Joel by accident.” They were practically nose to nose now; almost growling at each other like challenging wolves about to snap at each other throats for the kill. Eyes blazing with anger and frustration that had no outlet except aimed at the person in front of them.

“She didn’t say we should!” Dina said defensively as she tried to pull them apart. It was a futile attempt however, both were stubborn and both were angrily still glaring at the other. Until Ellie slammed one of the chairs against the floor to grab their attention.

“For fucks sake enough! God this arguing is getting us nowhere! Everyone just shut the fuck up okay?!” She growled. The room grew quiet again. The tension dissipating as Ellie glared at the both of them, until eventually they backed away from the other. Both awkwardly cowering like wounded animals. Clearly embarrassed of their childish behavior. They glance at one another with an apologetic look in their eyes. They knew she was right. They were the adults and they were acting like moody teenagers. While the actual teenagers seemed to be the only ones with their heads on straight. Ellie took a breath as everyone turned to look at her. She sighed once again as she gestured to the record book that was left open on the table in front of her. Ellie didn’t know why, she just knew it was Joel who’d left it there. Her eyes running across the writing from happier times. She glanced back at others with tears welling in her eyes. “I know where Joel’s going… he’s heading back to Salt Lake City.” She said with unshakeable certainty.

“What? You mean back to the hospital? Why the hell would he be going there? The Fireflies quit that place years ago.” Tommy pointed out gently. But Ellie was in no mood to argue anymore; shaking her head defiantly.

“Put yourself in his place…Joel’s trying to remember things. He wants to get his memory back; if you were him where else would you start?” She explained and in that moment everything clicked into place.

“Holy shit you’re right. He’s trying to retrace his steps! Ellie you’re a fucking genius!” He beamed, a broken laugh of disbelief leaving him as his eyes lit up. “Everyone back in the truck, we move now we might be able to catch him up.”

No one wasted a second as they scrambled to their feet; all four rushing back towards the door and out into the truck. She didn’t know how she knew but she was positive that was where Joel was heading. After all, it was exactly where she had gone for answers herself and it was also the place where mournfully she had lost him all those years ago; perhaps now it would be the place where she finally got Joel back again.

#the last of us #joel miller #joel and ellie #Joel x OC #ellie williams #The last of us fanfic #the last of us part 2 #The last of us 2 #fanfic #starlessskies writes

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The Saint and her Angel

Summary: Meeting a god and interviewing her. You don't know her (right?)

TW: unreality, major character death

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You are standing outside a lighthouse. Or is it a ship? Or both? It doesn't really matter, because you knock on the door anyway. A woman, too tall to plausibly fit through, opens it. "Ah, ■■■■■■■! Just in time!" (What did she say?) You do not know this woman. Or you do. So you just try to smile and come in when she beckons.

She leads you down the hall into a living room. Your robes (why are you wearing robes? Isn't that so impractical?) swish as you walk. You both sit on a couch and she throws you a bucket of popcorn, which you barely catch. Tilly and Bingo (how do you know their names?) are curled by her feet. She grabs the remote and flicks the TV on a movie you haven't seen before.

"Well?" she asks. You startle. "Sorry?" you say, trying to keep the popcorn from spilling. "Didn't you have questions for me?" And you realize, you do have questions for her. "Oh!" you say, reaching into your pocket (when did that get here?) and pulling out a slip of paper. You cough.

You begin.

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What's it like to be a god?

She twirls a hand as she lounges on the couch. "Oh, you know." You do not, in fact, know. "It's powerful. There are worlds and flame and death at your fingertips, and all it could take is a flick of a wrist" -she mimes it out- "and boom. They're gone." For a moment, her eyes flash red. They're hungry, and angry. Powerful, like a thousand storms. Then they go back to their regular totem green. You swallow. "And," she says throwing popcorn in her mouth. "It's a heavy weight. Not everyone is suited to immortality and power." You think you know who she means.

"Tiring," she adds, sipping her drink. And at first you think; you are a god! How could you tire? Then you remember who she is, her grand reputation. You remember her feats of power, the wars she's won, and the lovers she's lost. The years she's lived. It makes sense. (How did you know all that? She's a stranger. Right?)

Are you ever scared?

She snorts. "Course not. I'm too powerful for that." You see how she ignores the tremble in her voice, and the shaking hands. The tips of her hair turn sooty, and her dress flickers red. Tilly and Bingo perk up from where they're sleeping, picking up on her agitation. She eats more popcorn, eyes fixed on the television screen in front of her. There's a faint charcoal smell in the air.

"I was scared. Once," she mutters under her breath, quiet enough you have to strain to hear her. You understand. (But do you really?)

Do ever miss anyone?

Now this question is dangerous. The charcoal smell intensifies, and you grip your robes tightly. You notice how she grips the popcorn bucket a little tighter, and the tear forming in her eye. She scrubs it away. "Of course I do. You don't get through immortal life without companions to ease the pain. Look at Aeor! (Who?) Left to fight his brother because of duty, and honor."

Her eyes flick to the frames on the mantle, each showing different people. One has a cyan haired man and a zombie with a sunflower curling around her throat. "Gaslight, gatekeep, girl boss," reads the engraving on its oak frame. She sits in the middle, grinning at the camera. A fire rages in the background. (Why is there a fire? That seems important. Why does it feel dangerous?)

In another frame, five people stand in front of a pole of boats. A man with a mustache has his arm wrapped around a man with parrot wings, who is holding tnt. She (who? Who?) is doing bunny ears over a man with a yellow i on his shirt, while he attempts to keep a serious expression for the camera. Actually, most of the frame is taken up by a large maroon hat. The man underneath is winking at the camera, one hand pressed against his lips in a "hush" motion, the other stroking the cat on his lap. His eyes glint dangerously. "Boatem, inc." says the plaque.

The final frame shows two twins crowd around a third. (You know them. Don't you?) The girl has a large purple hat, and the boy wears goggles meant for blacksmiths. The other kid has a crown, and the bluest eyes you've ever seen. All three of them are sticking their tounges out at the camera person, youth shining through their features. In this one, She (who? Who is she?) is nowhere to be seen, but the children are posing in a sunflower field. (That's important. You're sure it is.) They stand in the shadow of a giant beanstalk. The frame is halfway burnt around the edges.

Her eyes linger on the last one.

"Yeah," she says finally. "I miss a lot of people." You fiddle with the lining of your robe. It's gold, you notice. She always liked gold. (Wait... who? Who liked gold?)

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Your head hurts. It's been hurting for a while now, a dull throbbing at the base of your skull. And your throat is dry. Like a desert. (Why is that significant?) You've just noticed that. She glances over at you. Or at least you think so. Her edges are getting blurry. You can't smell charcoal anymore. The movie that's been playing must have stopped, because you can't hear it. You can't see it either. The TV has faded from view. Huh.

She's sitting in front of you now, hands cupping your face. When did she get there? Her face is starting to fade to gray. "I'm so sorry," she says. Her hands are soft. It feels like summer. "I'm so sorry," she says again. What is she sorry for? She doesn't need to be sorry. It's you who should be sorry. You're the one who barged in and asked intrusive questions.

You don't even know her.

"No," she murmurs. "No, you do know me." Did you say that out loud? The gray is spreading to her dress. You are lying in her arms. "I'm so sorry," she tells you. This feels familiar. Your hands are turning black. They're crumbling. "■■■■■," you rasp. (What did you say?) "I'm here, ■■■■■■■, I'm here," she says. You cough into your hand, which hurts to move, and black goo splatters on. This is familiar.

This is wrong.

This is so, so wrong. (How do you know that? Why is it familiar?) You shouldn't be here. (Now that's something we agree on.) She shouldn't be cradling you. Her skin shouldn't be gray. You should know her name. You should know yours. (Damn right.)

Your eyelids are getting heavy. Her face is starting weather. The sunflowers crown is withering. She hugs you close, and you can feel the stone grating against your skin. You don't really care though. "Love you, ■■■■■," you slur. "Love you too, ■■■■■■■," she grates out, jaw stiff.

Your eyelids shut, and then you're both still.

The Saint and her Angel.

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I, uh, gave up on Emptober. I'll post it whenever I feel inspired to write. Have this in the meantime.

So! Author's notes. This is about Pearl and Sausage, because I love me some Arena Duo. It started out as a third person interviewing Pearl, but then shifted to Sausage. He doesn't know it, obviously, but he knows he loves her. Fun fact! This piece has the most scrapped bits out of any fic I've done. One of the lines was "You do not know her. (But doesn't your heart say "yes! You love her like the sun loves her flowers.")" It was really hard to cut that, but it didn't really work. He also doesn't know the person he's thinking of and the woman in front of him are the same person.

This is the longest fic I've ever written, and it took me a month to perfect it.

The last scene is a parallel to their season one ending. If you can image it, they end up both stone, with Sausage laying in Pearl's arms, and her leaning over him, as if to protect him.

The entire thing is supposed to be dreamlike, which is why it's tagged as unreality. I was going to end it as a dream, but that ending seemed weak compared to what I have now.

#im really happy with this one #nightraider writes #writing #empires smp #pearlescentmoon #mythical sausage #tw unreality #tw character death #kinda #arena duo

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Thirteen Era Rewatch: Eve of the Daleks

I'm re-watching Thirteen's era in lead up to the Centenary and since this is likely going to be my last full re-watch for a while I thought I'd do a post on each ep where I just go over all the things I love, hate or just have some general thoughts on.

Low-key the TARDIS being fucked is one of those things that was cool in the first couple of eps of Flux and the scene of them fixing it in this ep was also cool but it felt kinda pointless overall idk. And obvs the TARDIS is the reason the time loop happens but surely they coulda explained it some other way? Or the TARDIS coulda done it anyways without the need for the repairing it aspect

Yaz hitting Dan when he suggests they should all just leave lmao

Nick keeping his ex’s stuff is so weird. The scene where they’re like ‘uh they’re still alive aren’t they’ is funny and I don’t think this stuff is problematic like I’ve seen some ppl say, but I do think it just makes his character look like such an idiot to the point where I almost dislike him like why the actual fuck are you keeping all that stuff ‘just in case they ask for it back’ when you could give it to them yourself or just throw it away. Idk it just winds me up

Love how upfront Yaz is about wanting to know what’s been going on with the Doctor. Like the second the Doctor was like ‘I wanna tell you everything’ Yaz is like yeah imma hold you to that. And I love how frustrated she is that it hasn’t happened yet

I love Sarah so much her vibe is unreal

Words cannot express how much this caught me off guard when the ep aired. And I literally thought this was gonna be all we got as well

I love their friendhisp so much

Something about the way she just short circuits kills me idk

13’s motivational is 10/10 cringe as fuck I really don’t like it

I LOVE when Yaz literally loses the ability to put sentences together when tryna explain how she feels about the Doctor. It’s god tier.

The entire scene with Yaz and Dan is chef’s kiss tbh. Do ppl think Yaz is just saying she’s never admitted her feelings for the Doctor? Or do ppl think it’s that on top of 13 being the first woman Yaz has fancied so she’s not admitted that to herself either? I think I prefer the idea that she also has never felt this way for a woman and so is like, also coming to terms with that but idk, I think it could be read either way

I love the scene with 13 and Dan and how he’s calling her out. Kinda shows he’s closer with Yaz and has more loyalty to her than 13, which obviously makes sense.

I know some ppl say it’s kinda messed up that Dan ‘outed’ Yaz to 13 but I don’t think it is tbh. It’s established that Dan knows that 13 knows and is just tryna pretend she doesn’t. Dan hasn’t just decided to randomly drop this news on her, it’s less like he’s giving her new info and more like he’s telling her to get a move in and face it. Which imo makes sense bc 13 is in the position of power when it comes to her and Yaz, in that she’s older and more experienced in like, every way, so it feels like Dan, who is also older/wiser than Yaz and is closer to 13’s level, is calling her out for avoiding what’s going on bc it’s not fair that she’s doing that

I love the faces she makes in this scene as well like she’s really going through it lmao

Lives were changed

The way 13’s face changes from happy to sad/worried KILLS ME. It’s like shes finally letting herself feel something for Yaz, or like, show that feeling, but then her face changes bc she remembers she can’t let herself go there bc it won’t last and it’ll hurt

#doctor who #thirteenth doctor #yasmin khan #dan lewis #dw meta #nataliechats

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okay lol it took like 5 stories but i found something that reminded me why i dont go on nosleep anymore lol

And a quick content warning/context is that the premise of nosleep is that as readers you have to accept that every story is real, and that as writer you have to have a reason why your narrator is posting on reddit lol and not be too unbelievable or outlandish. So a content warning for unreality is probably safe.

anyways some more context is that nosleep tends to recycle the same five ideas which fair whatever redditors know what they like i guess but on top of that nosleep authors love to take inspiration from current events. like for example another story i just read was inspired by the james webb telescope news and then was also just hellstar remina lol

anyway i think you can see why this is a bad combination when you see a story titled "Hello from Beijing, I believe I'm patient 0 of a future 'zombie' outbreak" by twophonesonepager which is just well....where do you start? content warning if you do read the story there is: sinophobia, viruses, cannibalism/gore, violence against children (nothing too bad happens but still), and self harm/suicide

I think its a pretty accepted idea that oftentimes horror media, because it plays on fear, often reflects our biases and politics as well. I really think its overdue for people to examine online horror media in the same way where its even more apparent. Online horror media has a low barrier of entry, literally anyone can post to nosleep or...is the creepypasta wiki still a thing? And not only is there a low barrier of entry, the approval process is often just well literal approval. If people like your story it becomes popular and entrenched in the culture of the community. thats kind of obvious im not sure im explaining it well, like its the same thing horror movies and books go through but theres no editors or directors in power, its a very democratic process online. So while one story may be written with one author's biases the community can immediately absorb and approve of them in a way that movies can't, you know? Or like... you can't say its as one to one with movies? like paying for a movie doesnt automatically mean you enjoyed it, whereas an upvote on reddit does, you know? hi hello for the love of god okay ill actually talk about the damn thing just keep all this in mind because this shit is sinophobic as hell

so this author is very obviously an NFT bro redditor trying to write as a chinese woman to a non chinese audience. And because of the rules of nosleep you just have to kind of ignore hes really an NFT bro. While this rule makes sense for most stories it more than kind of sucks in stories like these, where while everyone knows the author isnt really a chinese woman everyone has to keep up the facade and no one can push back on the sinophobia because of that facade. Its like...hold on does anyone remember this tweet?

Its like this but because its in nosleep no one can be like hey this is kind of weird that youre writing as a chinese woman and then specifically making points about how she doesnt eat "strange food" and "most people of [her] generation know" that "China is flawed from a political standpoint." and these are things that are way more indicative of how americans and other imperial countries view china than how chinese people might view themselves and also really have no place in this story? same with the author...randomly pointing out this narrator enjoys bondage? which is a lesser problem but. But remember, you can't really say hey what the fuck because then you are being "out of character." And the mods cant really step in because this story got really popular, even having a bunch of paid reddit awards and winning a best story contest in the subreddit.

speaking of rules, since the narrator needs a reason to post on reddit of all places, the reason here is obviously nebulous chinese censorship. im not really going to get into all that except for the fact that this story is paralleling the hysteria about chinese censorship of how bad covid was at the beginning of the pandemic. which just sucks man like that the problem with being like ooooohhhh the scary thing in this story is a mysterious zombie virus from china. like it just ends up reinforcing sinophobic ideas that came from the spread of covid. especially because the other scary thing is that this scary problem isnt being contained, oh no!

also the writing is just bad lol theres no logic (why the fuck are you working? why the fuck would you be allowed to work if you had flu like symptoms even if it wasnt covid in the middle of the pandemic in CHINA??? where they actually care about covid lol) and the writer seems to think shanghai and beijing are the same city? and also they just copied the last of us lol

#hater hours #sinophobia #racism #unreality #long post #ask to tag #im so sorry but writing essays is how i get enrichment in my enclosure

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Why should I play along

Summary: Dave spends another amount of time with The Narrative hes become aware of, in that time, hes gifted something hes never been gifted before, a choice of fate.

Warnings: Unreality (?), semi fourth wall break, eldritch traits, body horror, check tags for further warnings.

Authors Note: I'm really getting the hang of the whole, existential narrative dread thing, its quite fun as well, hard to write though, and one of the fic titles mentioned I am actually working on, once again, I take reblogs as a form of currency over likes.

You know better now.

You can see your nothing more than a role in a stupid story, and that you've played roles in countless other stupid stories made by so many people.

But you can't escape fate.

You've crawled through hell and back, you've been happy you've been sad, you've been mad you've been glad, you've murdered you've been murdered.

You can't escape fate, its an encroaching doom and you can feel that same twist of fate grasp your shoulders again and pull you into the light.

The light of a new story, a light you've seen millions of times really.

And you can see again

[Broken, chapter four, 1334 words]

This is new.

[Rip and Tear, 3897 words]

You've never seen this in the light.

[It was Terrible John, 846 words]

Are these... Choices?

[Half a man, chapter seven, 2040 words]

You've never been given a choice before.

The Narratives grip eases on your shoulders and you can walk and stare in amazement at the sights you're seeing. You know its a trick, it has to be, how, how come The Narrative would give you a choice, they must all suck. You're willing to bet something truly horrible happens to you in one them, It was Terrible John, that one holds the most horrors you're sure of.

You walk up the titles that hover around you and you gently press on one of them and it gives under your touch with a tactile click sound as you your hand.

"Why would you give me a choice?" You asked, eyes closed as the world starts to brighten, and you swear you can hear an answer, you swear you can hear it fading as the world comes into color, the muffled drone of The Narrative answering your call.

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You shoot up, screaming, oh god, fuck, it was just a dream, it had to be, you're home, you're safe.

And not only that but you hear the pitter patter of steps as someone approaches your room and you seize up, drawing knees to chest and shoulders to ears.

The sound kept getting closer and closer and you kept inching further and further back, did you forget to do your homework, did the teacher call, whys Bro coming to you?

i didn't dO ANYTHING THIS TIME-

The Narrative, why, why does it hate Dave you, is it even real?

You could hear the door handle click two times as it turned.

no, nO, NO, NO PLEASE NO MORE

i'm sORRY BRO

it was a MISTAKE-

The door is opened and you see a young woman your age walk in, she's normal, yes, thank fuck, she's perfectly fine, she isn't Bro, she isn't mad, she closes the door.

She steps closer and the darkness follows her into your room and the uncanny flaws in her perfection become clear.

Her eyes are wrong, they aren't right, and theirs to many on her face, on her body. Her skin is tearing in some spots, its melting even and you can see it sag around her eyes. Some of her eyes are fully detailed and developed human eyes, others are glowing, violet orbs that even though their isn't a pupil you know are darting about. She steps closer and closer and you realize she doesn't have fingers, did she ever have fingers anyways?

It doesn't matter now as they've melted into conglomerated masses of flesh seemingly without bone and slimy like tentacles. She opens her mouth and much like Bro after your first meet with The Narrative, she has so many fangs running down her throat, and they glimmer coated in jade. By the time she reaches your bed and sits down beside you, all of her eyes, how many, you don't know, but they all stare at you even as her human eyes stare at the door.

"Dave," she begins softly, her voice is perfect, there isn't any discord, there isn't any flaw, no uncanny valley in her voice, its secure, "they're coming."

What could that even mean?

"You need to escape."

Shes spouting nonsense and you know it.

"Dave, why do you listen to The Narrative?"

You go to speak, but you can't, you aren't allowed.

"You don't have to listen to it."

You nod. you shouldn't've

"You need to break free."

You don't even know what that means.

"I promise I'll be there waiting for you on the other side of the story."

Why would you want this eldritch bitch hanging around anyways.

"Dave, its smoke and mirrors."

Speaking in riddles, you roll your eyes.

"You have a choice."

And then shes gone, leaving you to contemplate what she said before just evaporating like that. Your minds are stuck on the track of how she appeared, so many eyes, to many eyes, in all the wrong places, and the jade in throat, didn't she love someone with blood like that?

And that you have a choice, is what she said, and she said it so firmly you can't help but believe.

The door is wrenched open, the handle coming loose and horror shoots through your veins, tearing apart existential dread at the horror of organ loss. In filter your friends, in comes John, in comes Jade, in comes Karkat, in come so many more, and they all have uncanny flaws like the girl. The girl was Rose, it clicks in your head, it all makes sense, of course she would know if its all a stupid story, maybe you do have a choice.

You say it out loud, you say it firm enough to make it true that you have a choice.

But do you really, Dave?

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