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1lenii · 10 months

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Hiii, another fellow latina here~ would you mind writing a Miles (E-42) based on the song Wish you were sober by Conan Gray with a Latina reader please? Maybe friends to lover trope 👀

✮I meant it✮

Miles G Morales x F!Latina!Reader

✮Hope this meets the expectations of what you were expecting! And I hope you don’t mind but I got sorta of a ‘fancy’ party theme so—

✮Synopsis: Attending a party with your lightweight Best friend Miles

✮ Trope: Friends to Lovers

✮This song is now in my playlist thank you anon<3

✮Might be angsty or sappy but hopefully I was able to balance the two

Ntm on the pictures PLEASE.

⚠️drinking, drunk driving(JS TISPSY)❗️WE ARE AGED UP❗️, catcalling maybe(?) and probably something else I missed, and not proofread-

ALOT. OF. SPANISH. Have a translator at hand at all times<3

CHECK OUT MY OTHER WORKS: MASTERLIST

✮WITHOUT FURTHER ADO, Enjoy<3

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It was 7:18pm on a Saturday, a warm summer evening, August 15 read the calendar, right under was “Tina’s Gala” written in purple ink from one of (Y/N)’s favorite pen.

“Ma, y yo tengo que ir?” (Do I have to go?)

“Si tú quieres, I don’t mind if you do or don’t” (if you want)

This conversation doesn’t last long, as Miles is currently helping (Y/N) into her body tight strapless dress that shimmers with each tug in the dim light of their newly bought and shared apartment.

(Y/N) adjusts the dress soothing out the wrinkles, taking a glance at the dry-cleaned three piece suit, she got for Miles, to then returning her gaze onto her self.

Miles on the other hand was contemplating if he should go while staring intently at the suit propped up on the closet door.

Miles glances to his left, feeling a dip of the bed next to him, he fully turns his head to look at (Y/N), seeing her mouth, mouthing some words but falling on deaf ears.

Miles is starstruck, taking in the sight of his best friend secret crush in the dimly lit room, how her curls bounce with each head motion, the way her eyes lights up and showed millions of stories, her melanin skin that glows even more with the highlights/concealer she has on her cheek bones, the way that perfect dress which matches his suit hugs her curves, and her—

“Hellooooo, earth to Miles” (Y/N) says waving her manicured hand in front of Miles, bringing the man of his trance

“Huh?”

“You weren’t even listening idiot”

“So repeat it dumbass” Miles said while flicking her forehead, just to then stand up to avoid the well known counter attack she would’ve done.

While rubbing the inflicted spot (Y/N) gets up and walks towards the closet where the suit is currently hanging, looking up at it

“I said if your gonna go be quick about cause I, well, WE have to leave in 20”

Sighing, Miles mumbles ‘fuck it’ before going over to the closet and treading over to the bathroom, soon closing the door with a *click*.

(Y/N) sighs, taking out her phone from the matching purse in Miles half of the room, opening instagram she clicks on Tina’s story

“My loves we getting lit tonightttt!!!, here at the Grand Tina’s I’m hosting a get together, EVERYBODY INVITED!!! The dress code is formal/fancy, and bring a date;), drinks and food will be provided”

(Y/N) clicks to the right, ‘another one?’ An imaginary sweat drop, forms on her hairline

“LEAVE THAT BEEF SHIT AT HOME!! We here to have funnn and b classy”

(Y/N) stares at the text on the story, mind drifting off to Miles as he has a tendency to pick at people who try and talk to you, wether it be ‘can I get your number’ or ‘you single’

*click* Miles steps out with his 3piece walking over casually as if he not about to crease the shit out of his blazer.

“guau que guapoo” (Y/N) claps to give off the impression of being impress, even though she was

“Yea yea, this guapo about to leave you ” he mumbles, starts checking himself out in the mirror before exiting the room to grab the car keys up to the front of the house

(Y/N) grabs her purse and quickly follows in pursuit only to be met with Miles offering her a hand to help her down the stairs, in which she takes.

Quickly exiting the lobby as fast as they entered it they were now outside.

“Wait here ma, a pretty girl shouldn’t have to walk”

“As me el favor, es no es na”

“And you still gonna listen, wait here”

(Y/N) lets him have the last words as she stares at his disappearing figure in the crowd of cars. No less than 3 minutes, and sure enough miles is in front of where (Y/N) is standing. Getting out of the car over to the passenger door to open it for her

“After you m’lady”

“Para de jugar”

“Y tu para de jugar conmigo”

(Y/N) laughs it off while getting in completely, letting Miles shut the door on her, while retreating to his side.

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•Soon enough they are at Grand Tina’s•

“(Y/N), mi amor, I’m so glad you made it”

Tina greets her with a hug and cheek kiss

(Y/N) doing the same

“Glad to be here, thank you for the invitation”

“And who’s this handsome guy you with? Is he your Boyfriend?”

“Mmnm na, he’s just my date”

“Miles, un placer” he’s says sticking his hand out to shake, which gets returned

“The pleasure is mine, please come in, we have drinks and food to the left of the establishment and the tables are to the center of the right wall”

Tina says before leading them inside, to go back to her post to greet more guests

*the song should be playing if it isnt*

(Y/N) and Miles walk towards the tables, claim one right the main stairs taking a seat and getting settled in

A while later (Y/N) gets called up by some associates who wanted to catch up

“You’ll be Oka here? Miles?”

“Yea yea, you go have fun mami I’ll see you when I see you” Miles says looking up from his phone and gives (Y/N) a warm smile from his usual stoic face

“Alright call me if you need me”

Miles laughs slightly with a “planning on it”

(Y/N) smiling along before walking over to her associates.

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It was now 10:27pm, (Y/N) was no where to be found, and Miles was now standing leaning on a near by wall, bored and uncomfortable out of his mind

‘Tch should’ve stayed home’

Miles was on his 2nd glass of wine as he witness the trading of drinks, couples drifting off to talk to other groups and a corner filled with a bunch of business based men

A waiter crosses his sights as he beckons him over requesting another glass of wine.

Glass In hand, then

another one,

then another one

trying to drown out the conversations of the other attendees

(Y/N) has finished everything there was on her imaginary list of interactions, now wandering around looking for miles, she catches sight of neatly braided twin braids, trying to make her way through the crowd with a bunch of ‘excuse me’ ‘sorry’.

‘Where she at’ ‘I wanna dip’ ‘I can’t anymore’ (social battery is officially at 0)

Thoughts being answered Miles mentally thank the lord, When he catches a glimpse a certain matching dress, he tried to walk towards the girl in question, just to stumble back onto the wall

“Bebiste mucho”

“No fue tanto”

“Se te vuele”

Miles avoids eyes contact with the shorter girl in front, Y/N is almost pressed on him as she tried to Tilt her head towards Miles line of sight, Miles once again avoiding it

“You sober enough to drive, cause I got it”

“Mmm” Miles response suddenly wrapping his arms around Y/N waist while leaning his head forward to rest on her shoulder

“Alright big guy cmon”

Leading Miles out and bidding farewells she pats Miles pockets for the key, clicking around on the buttons due to the lost memory of where Miles parked his ride

Marco polo-ing her way while supporting Miles with her shoulder and all her strength while leading him to the passenger seat, while then taking a U-turn to the drivers seat.

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Eventually reaching the apartment, and taking the elevator, with Miles her shoulder slurring a bunch of incompressible words they finally made it back home.

Y/N went straight towards the coach leaving miles stranded on the couch in the living room, returning to the front door to leave all the keys on the key holder.

“Y/Nnn~”

“Yeaa?”

“ComE baCk I miss yoU”

Y/N with a chuckle make her way to Miles room to get a change of clothes for herself which she now has on and as well as his own, now infront of miles she helps him get comfortable.

Y/N is now moving to his button up, unbuttoning the buttons from top to bottom tugging at his shoulders to tug the blazer and button up off

“Y/Nnn”

“Yes guapo, qué pasa”

“tE amo”

“Que-?” Y/N looks up at miles from her position besides him trying to confirm what she thought she heard, movements coming to a brief pause.

“Mami I love yoU”

“Te amo también”

Miles shuts his eyes and softly smiles content with the reciprocated feelings, while Y/N continues her movements from before going to haul a T-shirt of Miles well toned frame.

“Cmon, duérmete, lemme bring you a comforter”

As Y/N gets up, she gets stopped by a previously half lidded and currently wide eyed Miles he says “stay”

Who’s Y/N to reject his offer, she hesitantly tries to make sense of how she gonna fit, when she gets cut off in the process by being pulled in by Miles who’s already snuggling up to her and mumbling ‘you were taking to long’

Y/N gets comfortable melting into him and the couch, while mumbling ‘I wish you were sober..’ ‘Mayb it’s better if you weren’t’ before drifting off to sleep

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It’s already the next morning, and Miles is nowhere to be found, rubbing her eyes Y/N gets up looking around for the previously drunk man to find him the kitchen already at work to prepare breakfast

“Morning ma”

“…you shouldn’t be at the stove, doesn’t your head hurt”

“Nothing that’s gonna kill me” Miles shrugs

… there was a moment of silence before Miles broke it…

“You wished I was sober.” He stated

“What..”

“You wished that I was sober, how come?”miles says now fully facing Y/N

“Nada miles, nothing to note” Y/N hesitates remembering last nights events

“Nada? Enserio? Cause I seem to recall a little confession from my favorite” miles says making his way to Y/N who’s sitting down at the kitchen island, now hugging her sitting frame from behind

“I DIDNT want t-to—“

A now flustered Y/N is contemplating and panicking Till her nerves get replaced with words of confirmation

“I meant it.”

Y/N heart beats faster when Miles turns her around to press a kiss on her lips, firstly hovering looking for a sign of permission, which was given when Y/N leaned in first.

Passionately kissing, their first real interaction as future lovers.

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Authors note: I ACTUALLY DONT KNOW HOW INDID, feedback would b great<33 hope you enjoyed ofc<3

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d4isieclouds · 1 year

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A movie inspired lookbook 💘

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crappymixtape · 1 year

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this is how it ends begins

everything between you and tommy comes to a head after you discover what he’s been doing behind your back, will steve be there to catch you? or will he just make it worse? | ( 2.4k, angst, friends to lovers, steve x you, steve x reader )

T H I S I S H O W I T E N D S B E G I N S 🎶 loveless, PVRIS

You gave me such a bad time, tried to hurt me, but now I know. Thorn in my side, you know that's all you ever were, a bundle of lies, you know that's all that it was worth. I should have known better, but I trusted you at first, I should have known better, but I got what I deserved!

The Eurythmics were playing so loud on your stereo that the bobby pins on your dresser bounced along with the chorus as Annie screamed from your speakers. You normally would’ve been singing along, but you were too angry.

Rummaging through a box you’d pulled down from the shelf in your closet you dug around looking for anything that reminded you of him. You wanted it gone. Erased. Fingers catching on the edge of a polaroid you yanked it out of the box.

You, Carol, Steve, and him. Tommy.

Tears burned at the corners of your eyes as you ripped it in half, throwing it into the trashcan at your feet. It fell in to join tattered pieces of Snow Ball tickets, movie stubs, more polaroids, and stupid notes scribbled to you.

Cramming the box back onto the shelf, you turned to snatch the photo that was tucked between your mirror and the frame. It was from last summer, you and Steve and Tommy at the quarry. But you stopped at your reflection. You were a sight. Hair a mess, eyes bleary, cheeks wet with tears, lips tugged down as you swallowed back the urge to let loose the cries clawing up your throat.

You’d wanted to break up with him months ago, but it felt easier to just stay. You couldn’t feel the ache in your heart as much when there was another hand there to hold onto. Was easier to ignore the vice that squeezed around your chest whenever you saw him.

Him.

Steve.

Steve and his stupid laugh, his stupid honey colored eyes, stupid pretty lashes as they swept across his cheeks every time he looked up at you. Stupid. But you couldn’t. Or maybe wouldn’t. And he wouldn’t either and so you were stuck in this horrible game of ‘just friends’ and god it hurt.

But then Tommy dragged you to a party last night.

He made sure to parade you around the house, arm tight around your shoulder, showing everyone you were his, and then hurried off to ‘defend his keg stand title’. So you let him go. You hated all that shit anyway and with all the beer you drank to tolerate everything, you had to pee.

The bathroom door was open just a sliver and you lifted a hand to knock, but then you heard it. Noises. Noises that weren’t supposed to be heard, intimate noises. Soft uh, uh, uhs. And then a voice you knew all too well. You like that? Shh, quiet baby. Someone’s gonna hear us.

You shoved the door open so hard you heard the handle clank against the towel bar on the wall behind it. Standing there with his jeans around his knees, Tommy was joined at the hip to Tina Rochester as he bent her over the bathroom sink, skirt hiked up around her waist, pretty mouth parted and pupils blown wide.

Words failed you, so you just didn’t.

“Baby. Baby. Wait! It’s not what it looks like!”

You didn’t have a car and no one gave a shit when you pushed and shoved and stumbled your way through the house and out the door. When your chucks hit the sidewalk you broke into a run and you ran. Ran and ran and ran until you were standing on your front porch, hot tears cutting down your cheeks.

He tried calling, but you let it ring and ring. It shouldn’t have hurt like this. You didn’t love him, but it was another reminder of how badly your heart was aching under all the poor disguises. The lies you told yourself to hide the hurt. The feelings you kept hidden away for fear of what would happen if he knew. If Steve knew.

Tap. Tap tap.

The sound at your window brought you back and as you blinked your room slowly swam into focus.

Tap tap.

Walking over to your window you shoved it open and looked down. Your stomach dropped, cheeks burning with heat from your chest as you shouted, “I don’t want to talk!”

“Please, baby, give me a chance to explain!” Tommy pleaded with you, tossing away the rocks he’d been holding, the look on his face pathetic as he slapped his hands together in mock-prayer.

“What is there to explain? You fucking Tina Rochester seems pretty straightforward to me!” You slammed your window shut, but could still hear him yelling outside. You should’ve left it alone, should’ve ignored him, but something inside you snapped and that was it.

Flinging the front door open you stalked through the grass, feet bare in the summer heat, and came around the side yard to see Tommy’s face light up. Oh, poor boy. He thought you were here to smooth things over, but he was so wrong. “Fuck. Off,” your hands came up to meet his chest and you shoved, hard enough that he had to take a couple of steps back.

“I said I was sorry!” he protested, throwing his hands up.

“Sorry doesn’t fix it! What don’t you get about that?” your hair was wild around your face, eyes flickering with a muddled mixture of anger and hurt.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa!”

Dread filled you as you squeezed your eyes shut. Of course he heard. His bedroom window was right across from yours and of course he heard. Your back was to Steve and you could feel your throat tighten as he ran up on you both, head flooded with everything that had happened last night. With what might have been had Steve been there.

“None of your business, Harrington,” Tommy snarked.

“Uh, yeah, when you’re arguing in my yard it kinda makes it my business,” Steve walked right by and cut the distance between you and Tommy.

It was silent then. Tommy wouldn’t give himself up and he knew how you felt about Steve. He knew the looks you gave him, the kind he’d never get, the way you both danced around each other. For so damn long. And so he kept his mouth shut and locked eyes with you, daring you to speak.

“Really?” Steve said, slicing the silence in half and finally, finally he turned to look at you.

You could feel the tears welling up against your lashes, felt the first few as they spilled over and trickled down your cheeks, but you didn’t care anymore. It didn’t matter. Let them see it.

“Tommy’s got a thing for Tina apparently,” you said, voice thick with the tears that kept coming, but your tone was even-keeled. “Fucked her in the bathroom at Bobby’s party last night. Sounded like you were having a great time.” You pointed the last comment at Tommy as his cheeks flushed deep red.

“Shut up,” Tommy took a step toward you, but Steve didn’t need to hear anymore.

“I think you need to leave, Tommy,” Steve stepped in toward Tommy.

“And I think you’re not part of this conversation, Steve.”

“Doesn’t matter, you’re in my yard. And I want you to leave.”

They leveled each other, weighed their options. Tommy wanting to punch Steve’s face inside out, Steve’s hands curled into fists at his side as his chest heaved, trying to stay calm.

“Fine. You know what? Fine. Screw you, Harrington,” Tommy spat at Steve as he moved to go. He knew he had bad odds and as he walked by you he stopped, “Tina was great by the way.” When he looked at you maybe part of you felt bad for playing this game of charades, but he’d gone along with it and in the end you both had made your choice.

He didn’t bother to look back as he hopped into his pickup, tires squealing as he sped off down the street.

Turning quickly away from Steve you started back toward your house, feet carrying you as fast as they could without running, and you could hear him behind you trying to catch up.

“Hey. Wait! C’mon, are you okay? Wait!”

You almost got the door closed, but his stupid shoe caught the gap before it latched and you squeezed your eyes shut. You could feel the rush of adrenaline that had been gripping you tightly begin to lose its hold and you let up.

Gently pushing the door, Steve tried to give himself a little more room to talk, but stayed where he was, “Can I come in? Please.” His tone was soft, sorry, apologetic, and you felt the vice around your heart squeeze again.

“Steve,” when you said his name it hurt, you voice no louder than a whisper, but you didn’t move away from the door.

“If you don’t want to talk, I’ll go away, but you gotta tell me you’re gonna be okay,” pushing his forehead against the doorframe he looked through the gap at you with those big brown eyes.

A sigh pushed itself out of your heavy lungs and without saying anything you moved aside, but didn’t open the door for him and instead went to curl up on the couch, knees tucked to your chest.

He opened the door slowly waiting for any kind of protest from you, not wanting to push things, but when he saw you folded into yourself on the couch it was his turn to feel the vice squeeze around his heart.

Taking the few steps into the living room, he knelt down in front of you fighting against the urge to wrap his arms around you as he crammed his hands into his lap, “I’m…I’m sorry.”

Sorry. Such a funny word. The dictionary might say, sympathy for someone else’s misfortune, but as the someone else in this case it didn’t feel good to hear it.

Lifting your head from your knees you finally looked at Steve. Tears were still spilling down your cheeks and you shook your head as you huffed a laugh. “For what? You didn’t do anything,” your words despite their simplicity cut into Steve and his expression pained.

He couldn’t do it anymore and his hands quickly pressed into your shins. “I know. I wasn’t there. I haven’t been there. I–” you watched him struggle with his words, but he didn’t pull his eyes from you. “–I should’ve been there. I’m sorry.”

The tightness in your chest loosened a bit and you slipped your feet to the floor between Steve’s knees. You were at a loss, maybe because you hadn’t expected him to say the things he had, so instead you just looked at him. Kneeling there in front of you. Eyes all honey and flecks of gold. Brows knitted together. New freckles gifted from the summer sun chasing down along his jaw. Damn he was pretty.

Tentatively he lifted a hand to your cheek and when you didn’t shy away his thumb softly swept the tears away. “I’m not good with words and–and I know I’m an idiot,” he started, shaking his head at himself, but he kept going, “But I like you. I really like you and I was afraid I’d fuck it all up. You know? Fuck this up.” His hand motioned softly between you before he settled them both on the outsides of your thighs. “Probably a little late for that I guess,” he gave a half laugh and bit the inside of his cheek, waiting for you say something. Anything.

I really like you.

You wished you could dive into that sentence and swim weightlessly in his words, ignore everything else and maybe you would have, but how could you know this would be different? What if he left again? What if there was someone else? What if…

“Still with me?” his voice pulled you out of your head and when your eyes focused you realized just how close he was, how it felt like he was looking right into you. Seeing all of the little broken pieces as they floated among everything else you were struggling to wade through. The citrusy scent of his shampoo, spearmint gum, fresh laundry and cedar. It made you feel all hazy and you couldn’t think straight, so you closed your eyes for a minute, trying to focus.

The silence stretched for what felt like forever, but when you opened your eyes again you took Steve’s hands in yours and tugged at him, “Just sit with me?”

Steve would have done anything for you and now was no different as he let you pull him up onto the couch. There was no hesitation as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pulled you in close, frames fitting as if they were meant to be like that.

You buried your head into his chest and closed your eyes again, his fingers smoothing over your hair. His heart thud, thud, thudded in your ear and neither of you said anything for a long while. Steve would have sat with you like that forever, holding you close, and when you sat up from his chest he felt your absence keenly.

“I really like you too,” your voice was scratchy from crying, your hand moving to settle on the line of his jaw. The smile he gave you then was small, but the way his eyes crinkled at the edges told you he was more than happy with it. Relief. A little hesitation. A tiny ember crackling in his chest. “But–”

His smile fell at the last word you said and you pushed forward to reassure him.

“But promise me–”

“Anything.”

You knew he meant it.

“Promise me you won’t leave again. Don’t leave me.”

Your eyes searched his, looking for some kind of certainty that he’d always be there, but then he told you for himself. Taking your hand in his he turned it over and pressed a soft kiss to your palm before settling it down on chest over his heart. “I promise,” he whispered.

And my god, you believed him.

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mewling-central · 4 months

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Introduction to Collective Seraphic

Now that Seraphic's at a stable place, I think I'm gonna take some time to delve into the basics of how it operates. For this post I'll only be going into the language itself and not the writing system, as that's going to need a post of its own to elaborate on. I'll try to keep this as concise as possible, but I may make separate posts expanding on topics discussed in this one. So, without further ado, onto the infodump!

Background

Collective Seraphic (which I'll be referring to as "Seraphic") is an artlang that I've created for a comic that as of this post I have not began yet, but am still developing. The majority of the comic will take place on the Seraph Homeworld, an alien planet some 3,000 lightyears from Earth populated by the seraph species (pictured below):

Within the story, Seraphic acts as the lingua franca of the Seraph Homeworld and the many colonized planets under Seraph control. It's used in the government, and among speakers of differing languages. As such, this language was the first one that I knew I would need to make as it will play a vital role in both the storytelling and narrative structure.

Syntax

Seraphic is largely a fusional language, employing affixes to modify the semantic role and meaning of morphemes. Seraphic does not, in the traditional sense, have verbs, so the sentence structure is strictly subject-object (will expand upon later). Nouns decline for number and tense, and are grouped into seven noun classes. Adjectives agree with nouns in number, except if derived from nouns themselves, in which case they'll also agree in class. Seraphic is very head-initial; with demonstratives, numerals, possesives, adjectives, genitives, and relative clauses following the noun the modify; and prepositions preceeding the nouns they modify. Auxiliaries preceed procedurals (again, will expand upon later).

Phonology

Here is the phonological chart for Seraphic:

It has a syllable structure of (CC)V(CC). Plosives cannot exist word finally, clusters of consonants of the same manner are illegal, and vowel clusters are also not permitted. Syllabic consonants are grouped with vowels and behave much like them, carrying tone and stress, so they together are grouped and referred to as vocalics. Seraphic is a tonal language, employing the use of four tones: rising (á), falling (à), high (ā), and low (a). Low tones remained unmarked in both the Seraphic script and in romanization. Stress is syllable-independant. It will take either the ultimate, penultimate, or rarely the antepenultimate. Stress always falls on the syllable with a voiceless initial obstruent nearest to the end of the word. If none are available, it will fall on the syllable with an initial sonorant within the same parameters. Stress will never fall on a voiced obstruent. For clarity, I'll provide a key describing the pronunciation of the romanization.

Sounds that are similarly pronounced as they're read in American English:

m, n, p, b, t, d, k, g, f, v, s, z, y, w, l

Sounds that have special pronunciations:

ŋ, like the ng in English "sing"

p', like the ጴ in Amharic "ጴጥሮስ"

t', like the t' in Navajo "yá'át'ééh"

k', like the კ in Georgian "კაბა"

', like the the space within English "uh-oh"

c, like the sh in English "sharp"

j, like the s in English "measure"

x, like the gh in English "ugh"

ğ, like the γ in Greek "γάλα"

pf, like the pf in German "Pfirsiche"

ts, like the z in Italian "grazia"

tc, like the ch in English "chain"

kx, like the kh in Lakota "lakhóta"

r, like the rr in Spanish "perro", although occasionally like the r in Spanish "amarillo"

i, like the ee in English "meet"

į, like the ы in Russian "ты"

u, like the oo in English "boot"

e, like the é in French "beauté"

œ, like the a in English "Tina"

o, like the o in Classical Latin "sol"

a, like the a in English "bra" although this can change to be more forward or more backward.

Another letter that might trip people up is ł, which is meant to represent the high tone syllabic 'l'. Otherwise, syllabics are written the same as their pulmonic counterparts, with tone markers written when applicable.

Nouns

Nouns make up the bulk of the Seraphic lexicon. Every noun is grouped into one of seven classes:

Solar class: nouns related to seraphim or seraph-like beings, and seraph body parts. Prefix appears as zā-, zō-, zē-, s-, or ts-.

sēr = "person"

Astral class: nouns related to non-seraph animate lifeforms (their equivalent to "animals"). Prefix appears as ğr-, x, or kx-.

xuc = "cherub"

Vital class: nouns related to inanimate lifeforms (their equivalent to "plants"). Prefix appears as wā-, wō, w-, ū-, wē-, or wī-.

wējlux = "tree"

Terranean class: nouns related to landscapes, locations, and natural phenomena. Prefix appears as va-, vo-, vu-, f-, and pf-.

voxāl = "sun"

Metallic class: nouns related to inanimate objects, both natural and artificial. Prefix appears as ja-, jo-, c-, or tc-.

jağrú = "rock"

Lunar class: nouns related to abstract concepts, and terms related to time. Prefix appears as la-, lo-, le-, li-, y-, or l/ł-.

levren = "job"

Oceanic class: nouns related to general words, tangible concepts, numbers, all adjectives, and non-incorporated loanwords. Prefix appears as a/ā-, o/ō-, or aw-.

awuf = "group"

Adjectives do not agree in class, due to the fact that nouns originally are derived from adjectives, and noun classes acted as a way to differentiate between nouns and adjectives.

fa = "warm, hot"

jafa = "fire" (lit. "a hot thing")

When adjectives are used as predicatives, they decline into the oceanic class in order to take the procedurals (once more, will expand upon later).

Nouns also decline for four numbers: singular (one thing, usually unmarked), dual (two things, both things; suffixes as -ac, -oc, -œc, or -c), plural (things, many thing; suffixes as -n, -an, or -in), and collective (every thing, all things; suffixes as -āf/ōf, -áf/-óf, or -'ōf).

Seraphic doesn't use pronouns. Everything and everyone is referred to by name, including yourself. From our perspective, the Seraphic language constantly speaks in the third person. However, it can be repetitive to use the same name over and over again in a sentence, and sometimes you don't know the name of things, so they'll apply what I've called pro-forms. They consist of the demonstrative adjectives fl "this", sl "that", and xl "yon" declined into the Solar class and taking the place of the first, second, and third person respectively. For ease of reference, I'll provide the forms and their declensions below.

zāfl (I/me), zāflc (both of us), zāvlin (we/us), zāfláf (all of us)

zāsl (you), zāslc (both of you), zāzlin (you guys), zāsláf (all of you)

zōxl (they), zōxlc (both of them), zōğlin (many of them), zōxláf (all of them)

Seraphic makes no distinction in the gender of the speaker, in this regard. Although these resemble pronouns, they're not meant to be used as often as regular pronouns, and whenever possible it's much preferred that you refer to someone or something by name.

Adjectives and Prepositions

Adjectives are fairly straightforward. Adjectives follow the noun they modify (e.g. sēr tan "big person"), and agree with them in number (e.g. sēr tan "big person" vs sērn t'aŋon "big people"). Adjectives agree in the singular form with singular and collective nouns, and they agree in the plural form with dual and plural nouns.

There are three main types of adjectives: native adjectives (e.g. cna "good"), borrowed adjectives (e.g. anzn "nice"), and noun-derived adjectives (e.g. arfi/ofi "new"). Native and borrowed adjectives don't agree with noun classes, but noun-derived adjectives do. It originated from the animacy-based adjective agreement system in Proto-Seraphic, which has been lost in all other adjective instances. When you want to make a noun into an adjective you'll affix one of two prefixes to it: ar- (if agreeing with Solar, Astral, and Vital nouns) and o- (if agreeing with Terranean, Metallic, Lunar, and Oceanic nouns). There are specific rules on the forms each prefix takes based on the noun they're attached to:

"ār-" when preceeding high or falling vocalic syllables (e.g. sēr ārzājna "popular person")

"ar-" when preceeding low or rising vocalic syllables (e.g. wēn arfe "local fruit")

"ó-" when preceeding high or falling vocalic syllables (e.g. lalel ówē "grassy flavor")

"o-" when preceeding low or falling vocalic syllables (e.g. lesar olvulvren "economic problem")

"ōw-" when preceeding words that start with a vocalic (e.g. lnin ōwāsāvbas "momentary event")

Prepositions occur before the nouns they modify, and don't change form in any circumstance. There are currently 19 prepositions in the modern language, and they are usually connected to nouns via a hyphen (e.g. e-fe "at (the) place"):

cu = of; indicates possession

pr̄ = indicates the indirect object, equivalent to "to" in the phrase "The man sends the letter to me."

in/īn = as or like; indicates similarity or resemblance. Will either be low or high tone depending on the tone of the following syllable.

e/ē = at or on; indicates location.

tsa = near or for; indicates relative distance from a location or an action performed for the sake of the referent.

cni = without; indicates a lack of possession or company.

wa = in or inside of; indicates interior position.

tn = on top of, above, or before; indicates superior position or a prior instance in time.

pux = under, beneath, or after; indicates inferior position or a following instance in time.

pi = with, together with; indicates being in company of or making use of the referent.

fān = from or away from; indicates the motion of leaving the referent.

ku = out of; indicates motion from within the referent towards the exterior.

tun = into or through; indicates motion from outside the referent towards the interior.

xel = to or towards; indicates the motion of approaching the referent.

kxun = across; indicates motion from one location to another

pn̄ = around; indicates location surrounding the referrent.

cāza = between; indicates location in the middle of the referrent.

tē = after, behind; indicates posterior position.

fr = during; indicates a moment in time

Prepositions aren't combined in Collective Seraphic, but may be in certain instances in colloquial speech.

Procedurals

Okay, this is probably the most complicated part of Seraphic, so I'm going to need to get into things individually. First, I'll start with defining a procedural itself. Procedurals are the term I use for the prefixes used to describe the relationship or process of and between the agent noun and the patient noun. These are what act as the equivalent to "verbs" in earth languages. There are three in use:

Existential: used to denote a state of being or equivalence between agent and patient, or to the patient and itself. Equivalent to English "to be" (e.g. A is B, there is B). Usually prefixes as some variant of n-, m-, or ŋ-.

Actional: used to denote an action or process between the agent and patient, or with the patient and itself. Equivalent to English "to do" or "to act upon" (e.g. A acts upon B). Carries a connotation of agency and intent. Usually prefixes as some variant of re-, ra-, or r-.

Resultative: used to denote an occurence or change in state between agent and patient, or patient and itself. Equivalent to English "to become", "to happen", or "to change into" (e.g. A becomes B, B happens to A). Carries a connotation of passiveness or motion. Usually prefixes as some varient of ed- or ez-.

The procedural will change its form slightly depending on the class and declension pattern of the noun it modifies. It always affixes to the patient noun, demonstrating a relationship of an action and what is being acted upon. In this way, the patient can be clearly identified. In transitive or causative clauses, the word order is always S(P)O, with the agent acting as the subject and the patient as the object. In intransitive and passive clauses, the word order is always (P)S, with the patient acting as the subject and the agent demoted to the indirect object or omitted entirely.

Although seemingly limiting, using these three procedural, as well as prepositions, nouns, and adjectives, altogether can be used to make all sorts of verb equivalents that are called "procedural phrases". I'll demonstrate how to build a sentence now. First thing we need to know is the subject and object:

Sāx ... jafa (The child ... the fire)

Next, I'll add the actional procedural in the present tense to this.

Sāx rejafa (The child acts upon the fire)

By itself this is technically grammatically correct, but it doesn't really mean anything. It's too broad. So we add a prepositional phrase to specify exactly what action the child is taking towards the fire.

Sāx pi-sīman rejafa (The childs acts upon the fire with (their) eyes)

Now we know that the child is performing an action involving the use of their eyes. Now of course this could mean many different things in English, but in Seraphic the first thing that comes to mind would be fairly obvious: to see! Thus, "Sāx pi-sīman rejafa" would be the same as saying "The child sees the fire" in English! There are a lot of set phrases that equate to verbs, and remain consistent in their arrangement. Often differing phrases are a useful way to ascertain where someone is from or what their first language is.

Tense and Aspect

Seraphic has six main tenses: two pasts, two presents, and two futures. The two pasts consist of the recent past (happening recently) and the remote past (happening a long time ago), and they prefix and/or combine with the procedural.

Sāx pi-sīman ğrejafa (The child just saw the fire)

Sāx pi-sīman eğrejafa (The child saw the fire a while ago)

Similarly, the future tenses consist of the near future (will happen soon) and the distant future (will happen eventually).

Sāx pi-sīman drejafa (The child will soon see the fire)

Sāx pi-sīman izrejafa (The child will eventually see the fire)

The present tenses consist of a general present tense (happens) and the infinitive (to happen) which is used with auxiliaries and copulae and carries no presence in time.

Sāx pi-sīman rejafa (The child sees the fire)

Pi-sīman ezrejafa (To see a fire)

Whether someone considers an event to be nearer or farther in time from them is completely up to their discretion. There's no set timeframe for when to use the recent vs. remote past, it's all fairly subjective. However, whether you decide to use the recent or remote can really indicate whether you believe something to be in the distant past or future, or just a few moments ago or soon.

Seraphic also makes use of two copulae, the perfective -r and the imperfective -l, helping clitics that expand on the aspect of the procedural, i.e. how the procedural happens over time instead of when in time. The copulae are separate from the procedural, being placed directly before it and conjugating on their own similarly to the lexical procedural. When the copulae are in use, they are conjugated instead of the lexical procedural, while the lexical will be put into the infinitive. The exception to this is if the point in time is considered necessary to be stated for the sake of clarity or emphasis, in which case the lexical verb will also conjugate (though this isn't considered to be the default). The two copulae each conjugate to six tenses, and give 12 individual aspects in total. They are as follows, starting with the perfective:

āgxōnr - Pluperfect: indicates that the action happened at a point before some time in the past either specified or implied (e.g. āgxōnr nidsl "that has happened")

xōnr - Preterite: indicates that the action happened in the past with no reference to if it was completed recently or remotely. A general past (e.g. xōnr nidsl "that happened")

nar - Relative: indicates relative clauses, i.e. clauses that act to modify a noun similarly to an adjective. Equivalent to "that", "who", or "which" (e.g. lsl nar nidsl "the thing that happens")

ednr - Gnomic: indicates general truths, common knowledge, and aphorisms (e.g. ednr nezłsl "things happen")

t'enr - Future Simple: indicates the action will happen in the future with no regard to how near or far it is from the present (e.g. t'enr nidsl "that will happen")

āt'ēnr - Future Perfect: indicates that the action will happen before a time or event in the future (e.g. āt'ēnr nidsl "that will have happened")

And the imperfective:

ŋ̄xōzl - Discontinuous: indicates that an action was happening in the past, but is no longer happening in the present (e.g. ŋ̄xōzl nidsl "that used to happen")

xōzl - Habitual: indicates that an action is done often or out of habit (e.g. xōzl nidsl "that always happens")

īzl - Progressive: indicates that an action is happening at the very moment of conversation (e.g. īzl nidsl "that is happening")

nizl - Prospective: indicates that an action will be starting to, or is in the process of happening (e.g. nizl nidsl "that is about to happen")

t'ezl - Iterative: indicates that an action happens again, repeatedly, or more than one time based on context (e.g. t'ezl nidsl "that happens again" or "that happens again and again")

nt'ezl - Continuative: indicates that an action happens continuously and without end (e.g. nt'ezl nidsl "that still happens")

With both tense and aspects, this largely expands the capability of Seraphic in referring to time.

Moods

Seraphic makes use of seven modal particles to denote seven moods. They are always placed at the beginning of clauses, and no two modal particles can exist in the same clause. They are grouped into four categories: the declaritive (indicative and negative), the inferential (evidential and interrogative), the deontic (volitive and imperative), and the epistemic (subjunctive and conditional). They add extra clarity in the speakers mood or opinion concerning the clause they modify, and are as follows:

Indicative: base form of a clause. Indicates that the speaker is stating a fact or what exists, and is unmarked (e.g. idsl "that happens")

tu - Negative: indicates that the speaker is stating a fact that is untrue or what doesn't exist. Usually only appears in formal, official texts, as the first syllable of the procedural will chage tone to contrast as well and leaves the particle unneccesary in colloquial speech (e.g. tu īdsl "that doesn't happen")

cuc - Evidential: indicates that the speaker is stating a fact that they believe or understand to be true, regardless of having experienced it or not. (e.g. cuc idsl "apparently that happens") Direct evidentiality is denoted using a different method.

an/ān - Interrogative: indicates that the speaker is confirming whether a statement is or isn't true. Forms questions (e.g. an idsl? "does that happen?")

tcān - Volitive: indicates that the speaker desires for the statement to be true (e.g. tcān idsl "that wants to happen" or "that needs to happen" or "that should happen")

má - Imperative: indicates that the speaker is giving a command or suggestion, to themselves and/or to other referents. Functions additionally as a cohortative and a jussive (e.g. má idsl! "let that happen!")

tir - Subjunctive: indicates that the speaker believes the statement to be possible or likely (e.g. tir idsl "that could/would/might happen")

nun - Conditional: indicates that speaker believes the statement to be possible under specific circumstances or conditions (nun idsl "if/when that happens..."

Miscellaneous

That's about the basics of the Seraphic language outline. I'd like to eventually get into things like comparison, evidentiality, declension forms and the like, but those are all topics that definitely need their own individual posts. Real quick, I want to provide one more additional fact about Seraphic.

Seraphic uses base-16, meaning it groups numbers in sets of 16 instead of sets of 10 like we do. 1-16 would be written 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, A, B, C, D, E, F, 10. 10 would be read as 16, and equally 20 would be 32. They're still counting the same amount of things, they're just dividing it up differently!

Anyways that's about it, I hope to share more about Seraphic soon, and when the comic gets released I hope you'll all be able to read it and pick out the many many lines of Seraphic I've poured into it!

ŋKowīci cu-stux 'ōf tsa-levp'ā cu-zāsláf pi-lizt'n ğōdjasa! (Thank you all so much for reading!)

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Hello! I was wondering if I could request something?? It's totally OK if not, I totally understand lol. I was wondering if you could wrote some Newt Scamader x sibling reader comfort, platonic siblings type stuff where reader just hasn't been feeling so hot mentally and feels like their friends don't want them around anymore? I've kinda been struggling with that lately...

She/her or gender neutral reader pls. 🥺

Feel free to dm me if you have any questions and please don't feel bad if you won't accept my request, I 100% understand.❤️❤️

Much love ❤️

A/N : thank you so much for this request! This is the first request I have ever gotten! I’m proud for coming this far with this account and I hope you enjoy this cute fic because I put everything I could into it 🫶🏻 REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

~I will be there for you~

You and your friends are meant to be going out. That’s was until they texted you that tonight was cancelled because someone was sick and didn’t want to miss out so we will reschedule the event. You texted back that that’s okay and that they should let you know when it will be rescheduled. They read the message but never replied. They have been acting all strange over the past few weeks and you don’t know why. Your mind immediately went to thinking “what is they are trying to get rid of me?” And over thank it. Overall you mentally haven’t been feeling very good about yourself anyways. You felt like you didn’t have the looks of your friends. Tina, Queenie and the rest. You doubted your looks in every dress you had on to go on a date with (y/b/n). Your eyes pricked with tears as the thoughts went through your head.

You felt as lonely as ever, sitting in your bed, small amounts of tears falling down your face. You didn’t know what to do. You felt like nobody wanted to be around you anymore. Even Newt and Theseus weren’t around anymore. Newt has his book and Theseus is too busy with Leta. More tears flooded so you thought about everything.

All of a sudden Newt came home. “Y/n” I’m home!” He shouted as the apartment was quite big. He didn’t hear a sound.

He thought that maybe you fell asleep or something. He came into the room and saw you door was open a little and so he pushed it open further only to see you in a crap state.

“Hey…y/n are you alright?” He whispered softly as he stood in the doorway just wanting to make things better as a brother.

“Yea- yes I’m to- totally fine” you choked out holding your head in your hands.

You brother needed to go over to you. He hated seeing you this upset.

“You know you’re not okay. What’s wrong?” He asked as he sat beside you on the bed placing his hand on your shoulder rubbing his thumb to help you relax.

“It’s no-nothing” you replied more tears falling. Newt didn’t believe you one bit whatsoever. His eyes softened as you sobbed in front of him slowly breaking his heart.

“It can’t be nothing y/n, you’re crying this much and you NEVER cry.” He smiled a little when he heard you giggle slightly with a wave of happiness washing over you for a second.

It’s ju-just that no-body wa-wants me around any-anymore everyone is busy

D-doing things and I-I’m just not goo-good enough!” you cried into your hands trying not to look at newt in the eyes with your red and puffy eyes.

“But I’m here” he said trying to look down to meet your eyes but failed.

“No you’re- you’re not! You ha-have your b-book and creatures!” You sobbed. Newt went silent. He was meant to always be there for you. He was your big brother and he didn’t do what he was meant to do, be there for you. He felt a huge amount of guilt.

“Y/n, I’m so sorry I-I never knew” he said now wrapping both of his arms around you. You declined his hug and tired to get his hands off of you by squirming and smacking his arms. No matter what you tried he didn’t t let go.

“I’m not letting go until you calm down” he said tightening his grip around you feeling heartbroken to see you like this and him being a part of the reason why. He wouldn’t let go whatsoever. No matter what pain he is getting.

It took you a while to calm down and Newt knew you were calm when your body went limp in his. The room was silent, you were still and all he could hear was you breathing deeply.

“I truly am sorry.” He said tears pricking his own eyes. As he gave you one last hug. You looked at him in sympathy and despite your mood, you smiled at him and ruffled his hair making it a mess.

“You really know how to mess with me don’t you?” He asked playfully.

You just simply gave him one squeeze in the ribs causing his to let out one belly laugh before sitting up.

“ I do have one thing I think will cheer you up.” He said as he opened his case that was beside him and called out the nifflers. They all came out flying over to you and a ton of shiny things were now splattered on the bedsheets. You played with them and was the happiest person alive.

“Just remember, I will be there for you “ ruffling your hair playfully causing to create a play fight.

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“Do you believe in ghosts?”

Brittany had a white sheet over her head with two holes for her eyes and was shining a flashlight up into her face as she spoke in a “spooky” voice, waving her hands around. Rachel jumped back in alarm.

Rachel, Tina, Finn, Mercedes and Mike were all staring at the girl weirdly as she took out a Ouija board, placing it on the floor of her apartment on Halloween night. She pulled the sheet off of her head, grinning widely at her friends as she observed their panicked faces.

“B-Brittany are you sure that’s a good idea?” Her roommate, Tina stuttered.

“Yeah, relax, Guys. It’s totally fine. I play with it all the time when I’m bored and like, it doesn’t even work. Nothing happens.”

“What? All the time?! Brittany, you shouldn’t play with that thing!” Rachel yelped while Finn looked around awkwardly as the short, intense brunette grabbed his hand tightly. Her eyes darted around the room nervously as if expecting to find ghosts lurking in the shadows. “Don't you know what that is? There could be… demons in here now!”

“Wait a minute. Brittany, what are you expecting it to do?“ Mike asked, raising an eyebrow. “When you play with the board, I mean.”

Brittany took a bite of a mini chocolate bar. They were almost out of them, thanks to Finn, who had chocolate smeared all over his face. Rachel sighed as he grinned at her, not realizing he had melted chocolate all over him.

“I dunno. Grant me three wishes?”

“That’s a genie, Brittany and you’ll get that with a magic lamp. You need a magic lamp for that,” Rachel intoned in flat voice, becoming more annoyed with her bimbo friend. “We’ve all seen Aladdin. Wait a minute, what am I saying? Magic isn’t real.”

“I dunno this thing just kinda sucks," Brittany shrugged, "Here, you try, Tina. You must know all about this stuff already.”

“Whoa, whoa Britt, you know I’m all about the horror movie aesthetic but using an actual Ouija board is a little much, even for me, and these black candles you have are seriously adding to the creepy vibe. Not to mention it's literally Halloween night.”

“Fake goth.” Mike muttered sarcastically under his breath, earning a growl from his girlfriend as he pretended to be disappointed. “If you can’t even master Ouija boards, then when are you gonna move on to seances?”

“Hopefully never. You and Tina need to go to church. You too, Brittany. Especially you.” Mercedes declared as Rachel nodded beside them.

“Look Tina, just move the pointy thingy around. It’s just like instant messaging but with a board game.”

“Oh hell to the no. I’m leaving!” Mercedes announced, making the sign of the cross with her fingers. Finn ran with her, giving a manly scream and Rachel took off after them, flabbergasted, as the planchette began to move on its own. Tina gasped, staring at it in awestruck silence. Mike was a little unnerved but he thought it would be too unmanly to run away.

“It’s spelling something!” Tina shouted in a mixture of fear and excitement. Lord Tubbington began yowling as the room felt colder.

“Yeah. It’s someone texting me through the board thingy again. I know all of them already and I guess they get lonely so they all wanna talk. One at a time please, Guys.”

“Brittany?! They talk to you all the time?”

“Yeah, like it’s hard? I mean sometimes they give me the silent treatment but usually it’s getting them to shut up that’s the problem.”

“Oh my God, oh my God” Tina shrieked as the words “H-E-Y G-O-T-H" were spelt out, Mike reading out each of the letters helpfully as it moved to them quickly.

“Rude!” Tina gasped in outrage.

“H-A H-A H-A"

“Hello?” Brittany called out, as casually as if she was having a phone call with a friend. “Who are you?”

Your worst nightmare

“Oh yeah, you’re sooo mean and threatening” Brittany rolled her eyes while Tina screamed.

I am

The planchette started moving again but in slow, labored movements rather than the quick, erratic ones they had just seen.

Not. Liar.

Shut up

Go to hell

You first

“Oh my God the ghosts are arguing with each other!” Tina shouted. Brittany just tilted her head to the side, not really noticing a problem and she thought of something.

“What are you wearing, Mean Ghost?” Brittany asked in boredom, laying on her back with her arms behind her head.

No sexting

“Why not? You sound cute.” Brittany gushed.

The planchette quivered on the board as if the ghost was unsure of how to answer that one. The entire room shook as if they were having a mini earthquake for a few seconds and Tina screamed again, Mike eventually slapping his hand over her mouth and hushing her.

“Brittany, are you seriously flirting with a ghost?” Tina deadpanned after her panic had worn off a little.

“Why not?” The blonde shrugged, turning to the board again and speaking loudly. “Are you cute?”

This time, the planchette leapt off of the board and the lights flickered a few times, making Tina jump into Mike’s arms. Then everything was still and the crazy energy seemed to vanish.

Brittany shrugged with a giggle. “I guess I must have scared them off.”

Brittany kept playing with the board whenever she had any free time and next time the friends sat around at the apartment, Artie, Brittany’s ex-boyfriend was with them.

“Hi Guys and girls! I wanna talk now so like, move the planchette okay.” Brittany ordered the imaginary people. Spirits. Whatever they were.

H-I B-R-I-T-T The planchette spelled out.

“Hi, Hottie.” Brittany murmured seductively, causing her friends to raise their eyebrows.

"Oh wow, Brittany. I hope we're not interrupting anything here," Mike joked, "Maybe we need to give you two some time alone."

The entire board flipped upside down, the lights flickering like crazy and Brittany had a feeling this was the bashful, mean ghost she talked to before who freaked out and left after she called them cute. She set the board back up.

“Hi, Mr. Shy Guy.”

The board was still for a long moment.

“Wow, you’re pretty awkward.”

Girl the planchette corrected, then Not shy

“Oops, sorry. So like, what do you want to talk about?”

Artie leaned over, putting his arm around Brittany casually at some point. Out of nowhere, a force knocked his arm right off of her shoulders. Artie yelped, looking around the room in confusion as he tried to figure out what could have happened.

Ha ha ha

“Hey that was not funny… you, you demon! Brittany… I think you have a poltergeist… I’m going to leave.” Artie groaned.

The planchette moved super fast again as Artie wheeled away at full speed.

“Don’t come back, Wheels.”

“I think you have a jealous ghost, Brittany.” Tina giggled.

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Brittany tried to talk to the ghost again when she was alone. She had a feeling she would talk to her more openly when her friends weren’t around and she was right.

“What’s your actual name?”

Santana

“How old are you?”

Twenty-five

“Me too.”

“Why are you here in this house?”

Lonely

“You can always talk to me, Santana.”

You too

A long pause.

You are the most beautiful girl

“You’re so romantic.” Brittany sighed. If she could date a ghost, she had a feeling this Santana would be her soulmate. Sometimes Brittany would hear a low, hazy voice singing a beautiful song, soothing her early in the morning or feel a gentle breeze, or a presence beside her when she was alone and her roommate, Tina was out.

She even woke up after feeling a pressure at the foot of her bed, a hand touching her arm to wake her up from a nightmare. She knew it was Santana. Brittany was never afraid of her. She kept calling for her to come back and she always did. Whenever she had a bad day, Santana would appear in some form and it would cheer her up.

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Brittany gasped when she came home one day to find a ring of salt encircling the living room, along with some guy chanting from a book and Tina burning some sage.

“No, no, Tina, what are you doing?!”

“I called an exorcist and got this stuff for good measure. Brittany, I’m sick of this ghost. She’s constantly hiding my shoes, she jumps out at me at random times and I swear I heard laughter when I was looking at myself in the mirror. She even laughs at my singing! She has got to go. All of the knocked over vases she does just to annoy me... If this doesn’t work, I’m calling Mike’s mom to ask her to do an ancient spell.”

“No wait, Tina, please don’t scare her off, she's just bored and lonely. I’ll talk to her!”

Brittany rushed to get out her Ouija board, locking herself in her bedroom and setting it out on the floor.

“Please come back, Santana.” Tears came to her eyes as she kept asking for the girl and didn’t get a response after a long time had passed. Just when Brittany had given up, the ghost appeared before her.

Lord Tubbington began meowing at a high volume, moving around the apartment at a high speed she hadn’t seen him use in ages. Brittany gasped as an ethereal form appeared, translucent before her and a cold wind blew. She wasn’t afraid, just fascinated with what she saw. It was the form of a beautiful girl with black hair, high cheekbones and dark, deep eyes. She was the most stunning person Brittany had ever seen.

“Brittany, I’m here,” The ghost whispered in a soothing, low and raspy voice. Brittany would never forget her beautiful voice. “Don't cry."

“Santana? I thought you... I thought you were gone forever. That’s really you?”

The ghost nodded and leaned in close, kissing her. Brittany gasped, not expecting it but closed her eyes when she realized what the ghost was doing. She felt the slightest soft pressure against her lips and leaned into it. It felt as intimate as a kiss as it would have been if Santana was standing before her in the flesh.

"I love you, Brittany."

“I love you too. Please don’t ever leave me.” She whispered and felt a hand touch her face.

“I'll always protect you. I’ll never leave you alone.”

When she opened her eyes, Santana was gone. She found her M&Ms re-arranged in a heart-shaped pattern and smiled.

#Brittana #Brittany S. Pierce #Brittany Pierce #Santana Lopez #Brittana fanfiction #Halloween fic #Glee #Thanks so much for sending this prompt Anon #my fics #Brittana AU #The ghosts are more scared of Britt than she is of them

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munsins · 2 years

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Entry To The Soul

a.n: I haven’t written anything like this since 8th year so go easy on me loves

Warnings: smoking, grinding, light smut, fem!reader dom!eddie, light choking, touching (f receiving)

Summary: when your parents have kicked you out and you end up sleeping on the floor of Eddie Munson’s bedroom.

MINORS DNI !

"Okay, so here are some pajamas. The pants might be a tad big on you if you don’t mind. I couldn’t find anything smaller." Eddie walks up to you with the skull pajamas and Black Sabbath band t-shirt in hand. You smiled at him, taking the clothes and setting them down on the bed. Looking back up at him, you guys stare at each other, his big brown eyes peering into yours "ahem uhh anyway, I'm g-gonna go..." Eddie says, blinking for the first time in a while as he shook his head, "Oh yeah..so I can change." You say awkwardly, "Yeah, so you can change."

Eddie walks past you, the smell of weed and laundry detergent filling your nose as he walks towards the door. "Oh, and if you need anything, I’ll be right here," he says with a smile, slowly closing the door.

You huff out, slowly removing your clothes, exhausted from your fight with your parents about your drug use and slipping grades, which you didn't see as a problem because it was just a B- that could easily go up. Shaking the thoughts from your head, you begin to dress yourself in Eddie's clothes. Looking in the mirror, you chuckle at yourself and how the shirt basically swallows you whole.

Opening the door, you look down at a shocked Eddie, sitting up from the floor he smiles at you in awe looking at the way his clothes fall against your small frame "I'm surprised the pants aren't basically falling off you," he laughs, walking back into the bedroom behind you. You lift up your shirt slightly, showing him how the pajama pants land just at the base of your hips, revealing the hem of your underwear.

Eddie chuckles, hiding his smile. "Yeah, well you look good, so don’t worry about that." You look at him, dropping the shirt back down, "You think I look good, Munson?" You tease, angling your head to the side. With a quick snap of his neck towards you, his eyes widen, a slight blush creeping upon his face. "What!?" No like I meant that you looked good in the pants. Well, I mean you look good all the time, especially in my pants. Wait..no sorry, I-" You cut him off with a hearty laugh and a punch to the shoulder, "I was joking Munson, no need to get all flustered." He smiles at you, staring into your eyes, and in one swift movement, he throws himself against his bed, bouncing against the loud springs.

"Oh my god, Eddie!" Slightly raising your voice, running towards the end of his bed, you put your hand on his back, waiting for a reaction. "Don't say the Lord's name in vain, sweetheart," he says, getting up and propping himself against the pillows at the head of his bed. "Jesus, you scared me, you weirdo," you sigh, scooting up towards him, crossing your legs. "So..I know it’s because you got into a fight with your parents, but..why stay here? Why not Tina Mackrell’s or Amy Jean's?” Eddie says in question, looking at you, "Well, because they wouldn’t get it and they’re really judgmental." You murmur, fiddling with your fingers.

"What happened, if you don't mind me asking?" he asks gently, slightly concerned. "It's nothing that bad. I just came home high, and they got really pissed blaming my drug use on my slipping grades, you know shit like that," you say, pressing your lips together, looking at him through your brows. "What? "That's not bad, I smoke every day and my grades are much worse, plus drugs are the gateway to the soul man," Eddie says, throwing up his hands and huffing them behind his head.

You shake your head, smiling. "Yeah, I guess you’re right." You lifted your head up to the sound of Eddie digging into a drawer. After rummaging around for a while, he pulls out a small zip lock bag, shaking it in the air, "Wanna rebel against mommy and daddy for a little bit?" A smirk creeps across his lips as you eye the pre-roll, snatching it from his hands and taking the lighter out of his pocket. "You know, I always want to rebel, especially with you, Eddie," you say, and Eddie shakes his head and smiles. "Woah, sweetheart, slow down; it's not going anywhere," Eddie says, taking it from you.

He holds the blunt up to his lips, inhaling the smoke and exhaling through his nose. A thought sparks in your head as you take the weed from Eddie. "Watch this." You smile, grabbing his jaw to turn him towards you, blowing the smoke. He closes his eyes and chuckles. "That was hot." He speaks breathily, opening his eyes to look into yours. "Why thank you Eddie the banished".

After a while you both were stoned and tired from hot boxing his room "Hold on, give me a second, I can't see" he jumps off his bed, opened a window, and plopped back down next to you. "That's better, holy shit" he lets out a breath as if this was the first one, he took in a long time. "Hey Ed, I'm getting tired, I think it's time we hit the hay." you lean your head against the opposite end of the bed. "Alright, lemme just get you a blanket and you can take one of my pillows." He swiftly gets up, jogging towards the door opening, bending down to reach a small cabinet while searching for a decent blanket that doesn’t smell like weed or have cigarette burns on it.

Your eyes follow Eddie’s movements as you watch him search. Your eyes hold onto the blue boxers peeking through the top of his pants. Your lips part slightly as you’re snapped out of your trance by him getting up. "Alright, this one doesn’t smell as much like weed and there’s no holes or burns, so you’re good."

Eddie's goofy smile is plastered on his face as he holds the blanket out towards you, gently grabbing it. You head towards the floor, the pillow also in hand, setting up on the floor at the end of the bed. "Goodnight," he says, removing his shirt, then jumping under the blanket, rustling around and dropping his pants as well, turning off the light next to him. "Goodnight, Ed." you whisper, closing your eyes.

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You awake in the middle of the night to the sound of a groan coming from the bed above you. "Eddie..."?" "Oh shit," you hear as the covers rustle, "Eddie." "I know you’re awake," he sighs, stopping his hurried movements. "Did I wake you up?" He says quietly, a heavy pant leaving his lips, "Yeah, but it’s fine. I could barely sleep anyway. " You reassure him to not make him feel bad.

A moment of silence rises between the both of you, thinking he probably fell asleep. "Do you want to..." "Do you want to come up here?" He breathes nervously, his eyes looking down towards the end of his bed. "Oh... yeah, sure, thanks." You remove yourself from under the blanket, moving into the bed next to him. "So, what was all that moving around for?" You rest your palms on the side of your face, looking up towards him. "I, uh, I was, um, woken up by a dream." His mind scatters trying to find an excuse for his actions.

"What was the dream about?" you asked, your eyebrows raised, his eyes wide, staring straight up, avoiding your gaze "it was umm it was about... you" he slowly spoke, mumbling the last part "oh w-what were we doing?" your heart fluttering at the thought of him dreaming about you "I was..." I was kissing you and... we started, uhmm... yeah.

his breathing quickened as he played with his hair, which was resting on his muscular chest. "Eddie.." you say as you face him and bite your lip while putting your palm on his chin. As you slowly close the space between you two, he turns to stare at you in your eyes as his breathing quickens and his lips quickly brush against yours. His eyebrows furrow as a sigh escapes his lips. You grip his face as his arms encircle your hips and push you onto him.

You both pant heavily, looking at each other in the dark room dimly lit by the moon through the window. "So, you like the idea of me dreaming dirty shit about you I guess." Eddie groans, catching his breath. You nod, moving your hands down his chest towards his bulge that was stiff and twitching with need. "Fuckkk." he murmurs, tightening his grip around your hips. "So, I’m guessing you started touching yourself before I woke up, huh."

You circled your finger around the tip of his dick, his breath quickening, snaking one of his hands around your neck, grasping lightly, "yeah I was, I was fuckk..." "I was thinking of you just like this..sitting on my lap." He manages to speak through his held moans.

You feel his dick under you throbbing as he pulls you closer while leaning up against the back of his bed "You see how hard you've made me..just by visualizing you." Eddie slowly grinds his hips against your pussy, "fuckk Ed's don't stop," as you whimper into his shoulder and wrap your arms around him while holding on. He smiles against your neck while gently biting on your earlobe "Oh fuck that feels good," you say as you draw him closer to you by his waist and begin to grind against him. “I can feel the wetness and heartbeat in that lovely cunt of yours, so please keep going for me, darling.”

Eddie slips his hands under your shirt playing with your right boob you turn into a moaning mess as you grow more sensitive to the touch of him and his cold metal rings against your tit “mmm fuck Eddie please I need more” you beg out wanting to feel him inside of you he tuts smiling into your shoulder “nooo sweetheart this is all you’re getting tonight” his voice becoming lower removing his hand from your neck and boob lifting your shirt from around you and latching his swollen lips to your chest sucking and biting on the skin about your boob

"Fuck Eddie I’m getting close, just please please give me something. " You cry out, needy for more of Eddie’s touch. He smirks, putting his hand under your pants and underwear, rubbing his thumb gently against your clit. Moans escape your mouth loudly, "Fuck I’m so close. Keep your hand right there. " As you rub your clit against the base of his metallic rings, he looks at you in shock, "Oh fuck sweetheart, that’s woah. Keep doing that for me alright."

Eddie chases your pace as you grind against his finger and dick him twitching and throbbing under you with a loud groan, he releases in his underwear the pool of come cooling down against your clothed heat after a while you come as well resting your body against his and he lays back sliding you next to him

Eddie stifles a chuckle through his quickened breath. "What's so funny?" you ask, looking up at him. "I think you should come over more often, sweetheart," he smiles, bringing you to his chest and kissing your forehead. "I think that's a great idea, Munson." You react by snuggling into him.

#eddie the banished #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #18+ readings #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x you #go easy on me #eddie the freak munson

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porcelainvino · 1 month

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them!!

#I FORGOT TO SHADE THE HAIR SORRY IF YOU SAW ME DELETE IT #i feel like someone drew this already so credit to them if they did i probably hallucinated it tho #i’ve been drawing a lot lately yippee yippee #better!glee #better!glee art #b!g tina #b!g blaine #art #porcelainposting

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tulipscomeinallsortsofcolors · 2 years

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Do you mind making a post explaining how the nickname making works? Cause I'm still confused

sure!

First level of intimacy, usually for casual friends – Just shortened! so Patton becomes Pat, Roman becomes Ro, Remus becomes Ree, Virgil becomes Verge, Janus becomes Jan, and Logan becomes Lo. It doesn't have to be the first syllable either - Imogen is shortened to "Gene"

Second level of intimacy, for close friends or family members – Shortened + diminutive. usually the diminutive here is -y, so Pat becomes Patty, Janus becomes Janny. but it not strictly necessary if that default doesnt sound good. So Roman gets a consonant swap and -in for Robin, Virgil gets condensed to a single syllable to Vee, Logan gets a consonant swap to Lot, and Remus gets an alternative suffix to Rin.

Third Level - Add more diminutives for more intimacy. This is where it gets a bit of a free for all. Also, if someones level one nickname uses the first syllable of their name, these nicknames dont have to but they can.

List of dimunitives:

letter swaps: Z becomes L, TH becomes T, M becomes B or P, W and G switch, R becomes D or L, A and E switch, Au becomes O

Suffixes: add -y/ie, OR -el/elle, -ot(a), -a, and/or -in/kin prefixes: names that start with vowels can have letters prefixed to them

So let's pick a name and write out the options. Virgil's mother name is Augustine. The first level of dimunitive shortens it to "Tin" and the second level to "Tinny."

To get more intimate we can add more suffixes (Tinniel, Tinota, Tina, Tinelotin), we can shorten and swap letters (AU->O, G->W, and shortened becomes Owin),we can do all three (Owinota, Owinel, Owinelin, Owinelotin), and then we can add a prefix (Nowinelotin)

The more diminutives you add, the more sappy and corny the nickname is generally considered. "Nowinelotin" is Virgil's dads sappiest, most saccharine nickname for his wife, so you can see where he got the tendency lol

#pieces verse #pieces meta #ask #anonymous

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I remember hearing the song against all odds before the episode aired and i was absolutely convinced it was k/urt .. imagine my absolute shock when I saw the ep! I can understand b/laine having a crush but c'mon choose another song.. in my mind this song is still only for k/urt.. it's like all of me.. when I heard it imagined the scene totally diff , i imagined K/ urt tearing up overcome with love, while sung absolutely brilliant th scene was not what i imagined at all but hey that's g/ee for u

Anyone who'd ever watched any Klaine scene from season 2 on would assume the same thing as you: there is no effing way on this earth Blaine would sing a song like that and have it be about anyone other than Kurt. Blaine is an all in kind of guy and there's no way he could pour that kind of heart and emotion into a performance and not have it be about the only boy he's ever loved who's loved him back. That's not who he is. And trying to equate his misplaced crush on Sam with the actual love he shared with Kurt is nothing less than monumentally insulting. Both to them and to us.

I don't frankly understand what the point of his crush on Sam was in the first place. Much like with Tina's crush on him, it wasn't going to go anywhere, which made it unnecessary with the added bonus of getting way too weird too fast. It was just like this show to take something that could have just been cute and nice and warp it completely and make it unwatchable. Why couldn't they have just been friends? End of story. I would have liked that because heaven knows my baby boy could have used some support that year. There was no legit reason to go from zero to 200 with regards to both of those crushes and it wasn't like those stories created any good drama. There was never going to be any payout, so we were stuck watching dumb lazy writing that was nothing short of a waste of all of our time.

Look at the lyrics to the song

How can I just let you walk away - just let you leave without a trace? When I stand here taking every breath with you, oooo You're the only one who really knew me at all

How can you just walk away from me when all I can do is watch you leave? 'cause we've shared the laughter and the pain, and even shared the tears You're the only one who really knew me at all

So, take a look at me now - well, there's just an empty space And there's nothing left here to remind me - just the memory of your face Take a look at me now, well, there's just an empty space And you coming back to me is against the odds and that's what I've got to face

I wish I could just make you turn around - turn around and see me cry There's so much I need to say to you - so many reasons why You're the only one who really knew me at all

So take a look at me now, well, there's just an empty space And there's nothing left here to remind me - just the memory of your face Now, take a look at me now 'cause there's just an empty space But to wait for you is all I can do and that's what I've got to face Take a good look at me now 'cause I'll still be standing here And you coming back to me is against all odds - it's the chance I've got to take

Take a look at me, now

and then tell me how any of them apply to Sam. They don't. Nary a word here fits their situation: misplaced affection directed at the only person who reached out as a friend to a lonely and sad boy who messed up and is filled with self-loathing and guilt and feels like he has no one in his life who actually cares for him versus the real honest love he had, lost, and thinks he will never have again. Never mind the fact that Sam hasn't gone anywhere - he's right there with Blaine at McKinley. How can he wish he'd come back to him if he never left in the first place and they were never together as a couple? His face is not a memory; again, he's right there. Sam is not the only person who really knew him - my god, that is utter bullshit. That person is Kurt and Kurt alone. "To wait for you is all I can do and that's what I've got to face?" If that isn't the tag line for most of season 4, I don't know what is. All he's done since 4x04 is wait for Kurt. Wait for him to forgive him. Wait for him to want to talk to him again. Wait to be able to see him again. Wait for him to accept his apology and figure out if and where they go from here. Wait to see if he's ok with Blaine applying to NYADA. Wait to hold him again, kiss him again, sing with him again. Basically he's waiting to see what the next chapter of his life will look like, because he can't see any piece of it that doesn't include Kurt. "You coming back to me is against the odds and that's what I've got to face?" That is Blaine's biggest fear and the thing that weighs heaviest on his mind, keeps him up at night. Never mind the fact that the live performance was raw and honest and emotionally pulled from the depths of his soul and that's not a place that Sam resides in in any capacity. That kind of longing and despair can only come from love and the only person he loves is Kurt. The timing of all of this makes no sense either. I know glee lost its ability to tell time and understand seasons after 4x14, but if Blaine was so madly in love with Sam, pray tell me why in 4x14 was he 10000000% wrapped up in all things Kurt? From the car to the slow dancing and duet at the reception to the hotel room sexy times, I seriously doubt if he could tell you who else was even there that night. But you want me to believe that just 3 eps later, he's dragged a piano on stage and is pouring his heart out in a wistful ballad to someone else? And 2 eps later, he's at the mall buying an engagement ring and spending Patty Duke's entire shift telling her everything about Kurt that no one else wants to hear? How wonderful and talented he is, how beautiful he is, how much he loves him, how big of a star he's going to be, and how much Blaine adores all the little things that make him Kurt. But for these 3 minutes, he's all "Kurt who?"

There are a lot of things I will never forgive RIB for: sidelining Klaine in season 3 in favor of Finchel, the attempted character assassination of Blaine with 4x04 (thereby turning a good chunk of fandom against him and Klaine as a couple and what do you want to bet that was the point all along), pretty much all of season 4, continuing to keep them apart physically in season 5 for absolutely no reason, and don't even get me started on the travesty of season 6. And while its a small moment in comparison to all of that, trying to sell Blaine singing this song to anyone other than his one true love (aka not Sam) is some grade A insanity that absolutely no one is buying.

#blaine anderson #klaine #against all odds (take a look at me now)#fuck off all the way #all the way and please keep going #anonymous

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aworldofdarkness · 1 year

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5 New Videos Released!

5 New video releases. These are NFT Forever except for “Winnie The Pooh”. Please don't trade/sell/gift/share these in any way, or post/share any part of them online.

If you’d like to be added to my mailing list please fill up the following form as it is the only way to guarantee knowing about my newest release: https://form.jotform.com/222556278244864

Please email [email protected] if interested in any video.

CAST: Will Rupert (alt Winnie the Pooh), Kadyn Kuioka (Christopher Robin), Tina-Kim Nguyen (alt Piglet/Roo), Vicky Oceguera (Kanga), Emmanuel Elpenora (Eeyore/Owl/Rabbit), Sebastiano Ricci (alt Tigger)

NOTES: Supercut made from bikinibottomday (4K) & MozartWasCrazy (HD)'s videos from the same performance, filmed with a mix of medium, wides and a few closeups, a bit of obstruction is present at the sides and bottom at times but it doesn't affect the viewing experience, includes both videos as well as the supercut which all come off NFT the same day.

Screenshots: https://photos.app.goo.gl/5GSbwuYW1yu4BVEA8mp4

CAST: Beto Torres (Frank-N-Furter), Gloria Aura (Janet Weiss), Moises Araiza (Brad Majors) Gerardo Gonzales, (The Narrator) Juan Fonsalido, (Riff Raff), Maria Filippini, (Magenta/Usherette) Cecilia Arias, (Columbia/Usherette), Marcela Carraro (Rocky), Carla Heftye (Eddie/Dr Scott), Alejandra Desimone (Phantom), Ana Sofia Cordero (Phantom), Armando Andrade (Phantom), Carlos Iriarte (Phantom), Ervey G. Ortegon (Phantom), Jonathan Portillo (Phantom), Miranda Labardini (Phantom), Natalia Moguel (Phantom)

NOTES: Excellent HD of the newest revival of RHS in Mexico City, Filmed with a mix of medium, wides and ocassional closeups, minimal obstruction at the middle of the bottom of the screen, first couple of songs are a bit obstructed/covered up due to phantoms and usherettes being in the audience but nothing too bad, includes bows, Time Warp Reprise and post show speech as well as the programme.

Screenshots: https://photos.app.goo.gl/RLhYztnW2XN92j4j6

The Prom | Mexico City (Second Season) | First Preview | October, 2022 | NFT Forever | MozartWasCrazy | MP4 (HD) CAST: Alicia Candelas (Emma), Romina Marcos (Alessa / Alyssa), Anahi Allué (Gigi / Dee Dee), Mauricio Salas (Benny / Barry), Roger Gonzales (Trent), Alicia Paola (Angie), Oscar Carapia (Memo / Sheldon) Samantha Salgado (Mrs. Greene), Alex de la Madrid (Sr. Arias / Mr. Hawkins), Maria Acuña (Jenny), Diego Meléndez (Nick), Carolina del Toro (Karli), Saul Guzman (Kevin)

NOTES: Great HD capture of the first preview of the new season of The Prom. filmed with a mix of wides, mediums and a few closeups with some obstruction as well as some wandering and minimal washout. New theatre, new set and a partly new cast, some transitions are a bit wonky and some minor set fails occur as can be expected in any first performance, some microphone issues as well. Includes Bows & Programme

Screenshots: https://photos.app.goo.gl/Qcbrg882mLBPbYTM9

NOTES: Excellent HD capture of the Mexican production of The Woman In Black. Filmed with a mix of medium, wides and closeups, first minute or so is heavily obstructed by the people in front but almost fully dissapears after that, some washout - specially on faces on brighter scenes as well as a bit of wandering, audience members can sometimes be heard cussing/screaming after getting scared.

Screenshots: https://photos.app.goo.gl/9VvwUKVxrGHCFMQL8

Mentiras | Mexico City Revival | October, 2022 | NFT Forever | MozartWasCrazy | MP4 (HD) CAST: Aitza Terran (e/c Daniela), Maria Elisa Gallegos (alt Yuri), Brenda Santabalbina (Dulce), Pahola Escalera (s/b Lupita), Enrique Montaño (Emmanuel), Mary Francis Reyes (Manoela)

NOTES: Good HD capture of Aitza Terran as Daniela. Filmed mostly as a blindshot with ocasional medium and closeup zooms, a bit of obstruction with some washout and a bit of wandering, features a few short coverups when ushers were telling off the person next to me for filming.

Screenshots: https://photos.app.goo.gl/LWmgLyERrdGPpk9d6

Asking price for each is $16 USD (Woman In Black, Rocky Horror Show, The Prom) & $12 USD (Pooh, Mentiras)

#bootlegs #bootleg trading #broadway bootlegs #musical bootlegs #the woman in black #The Rocky Horror Show #The Prom #Winnie The Pooh #Mentiras El Musical

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jujupepi · 1 year

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A Pre-History of Fanfiction V: Fandom Drama, More Zines, and Conclusion

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Chapter 5: Other Zines

Zines existed out of the K/S bubble, of course. Our old friend Sherlock Holmes laid claim to many staple pages often crossing over with the Doctor, Lovecraft’s monsters, and Count Dracula like in the pages of the SH-SF Fanthology edited by Ruth Berman. Zines like the Holmesian Federation edited by Signe Landon and written by Dana Martin Batory, Ruth Berman, John C. Bunnel, and Tina Rhea explored Holmes’ world in both fiction and non-fiction. When Lord of the Rings was republished in paperback in the 60s, zines like Bernie Zuber’s Mytholore explored Tolkein and other fantasy works.

Duh duh duh DUN DA DUN DUN DA DUN. The premier of Star Wars in 1977 inspired many zines. B. Clark published the first Star Wars fanzine, Skywalker in 1978. Others included Empire Stars by JJ Adamson and the Mos Eisley Chronicle by Doborah Rubin. The first sexual SW content appeared in the pages of Guardian #3 edited by Linda Deneroff and Cynthia Levine. Han/Luke slash filled the pages of zine to the point where the director of the Official Star Wars Fan Club sent Guardian and other publications a letter that demanded that they stop publishing porn along with a series of guidelines for zines.

Another fandom that comes up quite a lot in zine culture is Blake’s 7, a British SF tv show that shared many producers, writers, editors, and actors with Doctor Who (I guess that’s true of most British shows). The fandom was huge, especially for one that is not super active today. The creator, writers, and actors were uniquely involved in the fandom. The creator, Terry Nation, told zine editor Carl Hiles that he didn’t want Blakes 7 fanworks to appear in any zine that weren’t solely dedicated to Blakes. It wasn’t all negative, Nation also supplied a very kind introduction to a fanfiction titled Reflections in a Shattered Glass by Joe Nazzaro. Actor Gareth Thomas read a fan poem by Mary G T Weber out loud at a con, embracing her after.

Blake’s 7 was not without its troubles though. The fandom split in the late 80s when a fan revealed to Blake actor Paul Darrow the names of three fans slash producing fans, a writer, editor, and artist, who were operating under pseudonyms. Darrow sent a letter to these fans demanding them to stop publishing anything involving ‘his character or his likeness’. This caused a rift in the fandom between those who supported Darrow and those supporting the three targeted fans. (Fanlore - The Blake’s 7 War) It is speculated that Darrow was using slash as a scapegoat to obfuscate criticism he was receiving for participating in for-profit cons. This is a common theme in fandom, the disconnect between fans and those that make the show. For example, Jensen Ackles of Supernatural fame has made it clear that he does not like to answer questions about shipping his character with Castiel.

Slash became such a huge part of fandom that zine dedicated entirely to slash without a home fandom appeared in the 80s. One such zine was Dyad edited by Divya Blacque. Dyad used a far reaching amount of derivative works including Man from Uncle, Simon and Simon, Quantum Leap, Startsky and Hutch, Lethal Weapon 2, and China Beach. Slash developed its own genre conventions and language. In this case, not only is the author decentralized but the derivative work is as well. This marks another evolution of fandom from where organizing around a particular work or works is most important to where engaging in fannish behaviors is central.

Conclusions and Findings

For a time in the 80s and 90s, zines coexisted with online fan forums like alt.tv.x files.creative and The Aquiter Files for Blake’s 7. However, the ease, accessibility, and ubiquity of the internet won out and have pushed zines to the fringes of fandom. That is not to say that zines do not exist but they are most certainly not the main medium of fanfiction today.

So much has changed since the days of Gulliver and Pamela.

Fanfiction now exists on online archives like AO3 and fandom discourse lurks on Tumblr, available to a wider amount of people than a zine would ever be able to service. Fanfiction has increased in popularity and visibility in the past two decades. Fic has even transformed into multi-media franchises like EL James’ 50 Shades of Gray and Cassandra Clare’s The Mortal Instruments. The increasing acceptance of LQBTQ+ people has made the secrecy around slash all but obsolete.

Though there are endless problems within fandom and fandom behavior, I want to encourage you all to keep engaging with communities you love whether that be centered around a fictional work, a hobby, or anything else that piques your fancy. Keep putting your art and your words out there, you don’t need a middleman or a gatekeeper or a publisher to give you permission. Your little tumblr blog might set a precedence if you let it.

This is not an overarching explanation of fandom and is limited to a few works, places, and time periods. If you want to know more, I’ll link my sources in other post

I would like to give a very special thank you to Fanlore, a spectacular and far-reaching wiki with thousands of pages of amazing rabbit holes. I would also like to thank those fans that wrote their own histories like Mickela Ecks and Writer’s University, Jenna Sinclair, Alec Nevala-Lee, and Gloria Comandini. Though I used academic journals, these personal histories were the most elucidating.

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