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hi clumsyclifford
so i've been reading your fics and also ask responses and i feel like u would understand this so i am .. going to ramble a bit? just because maybe you understand these brain worms etc. feel free to ignore, i just don't have any fandom friends to properly discuss this with lmao
do you find writing hurt/comfort gets more difficult the older you get? i'm a hurt/comfort writer through and through, but it was way easier when i was like 14 to write about 'deep stuff' and think nothing of it. it was cringe but i was free. now i'm 20, and i want to write hurt/comfort but i'm somewhat afraid of it?
like as adults we still deal with these things, but i find myself wanting to avoid them because it feels childish. it makes it more interesting to write about, but i can't help but feel childish when i want to write about certain topics (u kno. depression. relapse. alcoholism. the full works). and i worry that it comes across immature to others, despite the fact im literally an adult lmao
you have a really nice way of going about angst in your fics, and i want to too. idk i just thought it'd be cool to waffle on about maturing in fandom and what that does for writing and interacting etc. but maybe it just seems extra HAHA i'm just bored and wanted to talk abt it
hey hi hello! took me a minute to get to this, because i wanted to give it a proper answer.
this is a really interesting question i'm glad you brought it to me!!! i'm also intrigued by what you said, because i actually have found it to be the opposite. now, to be fair, i have had a semi-charmed life, so i don't have experience with most of the really hard-hitting heavy angst topics and i have relied on what i've read/seen/learned about for writing those things. because of that, though, i think the "angst" i was writing when i was a kid was wayyy off the mark, and probably hella unrealistic, because i just didn't have the experience to draw from, and i didn't have the perspective to like...fully understand how to write something i didn't know about.
as an adult (or at least more of one), i think i'm much more capable of writing good angst, because i can understand things like: nuance. individual differences. human behavior. moral gray areas. the complexity of the human experience. etc. i've learned, for example, that two people can have the same exact problem and handle it in completely opposite ways, and that knowledge has allowed me to take liberties in writing while also staying conscious of what is in the realm of a "realistic" representation of any given conflict.
another part of being able to write better hurt/comfort, though, is that i really understand a lot more what constitutes as "comfort," and how that can be just as nuanced and complex as the "hurt" part of things. people are comforted by different things. in different ways. by different people. one person may want hugs, one may want to be left alone. one may say they want to be left alone but in reality want hugs. and furthermore, sometimes "comfort" doesn't actually mean "the problem is solved." sometimes it means "let me share this burden." sometimes it means "crying about it is better than not." sometimes it means "the problem hasn't gone away, but i can distract you from it for right now." sometimes it means "i can't help you, but i can help you get help." et cetera et cetera!
i can see where you're coming from, because there are pitfalls in writing hurt/comfort that younger writers do tend to fall into (simply by virtue of not really knowing better), like, for example, thinking that if the "hurt" is alcoholism, then the "comfort" is sobriety that sticks the first time. but! we know that things are not always so neat, and that makes us capable of writing way more interesting stories, because they aren't open-shut, "here's the problem and here's how i fixed it" cases. things don't often get tied neatly in a bow. some of my favorite angst i've ever read or written had ambiguous endings where you didn't know if the problem would be solved in the long run, because that's life! some problems are chronic and incessant; some come and go. some remain a looming presence over your shoulder, presenting an imminent threat to your fragile peace of mind. and many of these don't have an easy fix, which is why they're so interesting and fun (and sometimes challenging) to write about. but i think that as long as you're aware of how layered and complex these things are (which it sounds like you are), you probably won't come across as immature while writing about them.
and by the way, caveat to the above: sometimes "comfort" does mean "the problem is solved," and that's just as legitimate as any of the other shit i said! sometimes it's as easy as saying "person A needs X, and person B has X." whether X is a hug or the thing they need to hear in that moment or a fuckin letter from their past self or just a glass of water, sometimes person B can solve the problem. it happens in real life all the time, and it's not immature to write it in a story. so basically what i'm saying is: as long as you remember that the human experience is messy and complicated and weird and nuanced, you're golden.
#i am accepting further thoughts on this subject though because this is very interesting#im not going to ramble in the tags because i wrote you a whole essay here (sorry? maybe?) but#feel free to come back with additional thoughts anon#and thanks for bringing them to me in the first place this was super cool to think about#ask#anonymous#alcoholism mention
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Hello... again! Are you hyperfixated on RedactedAudio?
Do you want (need) to know who to follow to cultivate your dashboard and feed your gremlin brain good, good boyfriend roleplay content and my first recommendation post of magnificent fan-artists and fan-writers wasn't enough dopamine for you?
Cool, I’ve got you, and I’ve got even more hyperlinks. Buckle up.
(Note: This is by no means a comprehensive, objective, or complete list, as I have biases and favorites and limited time. If you feel I've missed someone, please feel free to reblog with your additions! I just would have loved a guide like this when I got into the fandom back in August 2022 and wanted to spread some positivity~!)
Fanfiction:
@agentplutonium: they/them
Pluto is just one of the many gorgeous people who've migrated to Tumblr now that Twitter is, ya know, on fire. I've been following them on Tiktok for ages, and I'm so pleased they joined us on tumblr now!
Highlights: "Constant" and "Inconvenience" mean the world to me, because there are just not enough aspec headcanons in the fandom, we could always have more.
@angelicaether: they/them
Aether is a fucking gem unto this fandom- not only do they run Sky Side, a friendly, closeknit (hehe) server for 21+ Redacted fans but they also were who we have to thank for Redacted Kinktober 2023, bless them~
Highlights: New Job Posting is magnificent if you’re in the mood for some David/Angel smut today and this cute couple crossover fic if you’re feeling more SFW!
@caelumsnuff: they/them
Phoenix is magnificent, creative, and endlessly sweet. I also respect the hell out of anyone that can take the anon hate that they get with as much grace and attitude as they do /gen /pos
Highlights: I love this gift for the Quinn-fuckers they wrote, I do, but I have to admit I'm partial to the Imperium!Vincent/Imperium!Asher piece they did, because their tension and hatred was just too palpable to deny, I needed it.
@empydoc: any pronouns
Empy's Soul Eater AU has not only taken over my life but has also got me deeply wanted a Soul Eater rewatch. God forbid xe succeed because this post has already been delayed enough /j
Highlights: I love the Marcus/Asset post, because that's my favorite pairing but also because Asset as both an android and a weapon is so, so interesting. Blake/Bestie's is also a particular gem, because being a meister just gives him a new dimension to his manipulation and I love it.
@floofdeloop: she/her
Not only is Floof a beloved fic writer but she's also one of the adored DJs of the fandom. Are you really a fan if you haven't looked up Redacted on Spotify and saved all her playlists? /j
Highlights: Her whole playlist page is literally so good, but I love the cute, domestic vibes of this Geordi one or the tragic, angsty, Britrock vibes of this Porter playlist~!
@joshusten: they/them
Sten is one of if not the writer that comes to mind when you're looking for amazing Guy/Honey content!
Highlights: Bitter Melon is my personal favorite of their work; what can I say? I'm a sucker for a little jealousy in my fics. You also can't miss Honeysuckle, their most recent piece which gets into Guy's canonically less-than-pure mind~
@pinksparkl: she/her
Gosh, where would we be without her? Pink never has a bad word or thought for anyone and just persists in being a delightful, sweet presence in the fandom.
Highlight: I can't decide what I'm more obsessed with- their Adam-centric fic exploring the Progeny/Maker bond or their nsfw Gavin-centric with his tail exploring Freelancer nudge nudge wink wink
@redlikeredacted: they/them
Just as their blog says, they are the CEO of Dasher. In my head, they are the president of both the David/Asher and the Autistic!David fan clubs, and I'd vote for them a second and third term okay I love Red
Highlights: Their "David bottoming for the first time" fic is everything to me okay I am here for nothing but this except maybe this Milo fic where he gets Aggro~
@teafairywithabook: she/they
A lovely writer, voice actor, and person, Cheri does it all! With a whole 34 Redacted works on AO3, they are a must-follow.
Highlights: I'll provide the masterlist of previously mentioned works, but I must recommend her nsfw Avior/Starlight fic keeping us sated until we finally get an Avior BA and their fic of Alexis's POV of Sam's turning I couldn't not okay I'm just a person I have biases
@tepid-judas: he/they/it
My favorite Adam stan, my friend, and the person who converted me into an Adam/Brighteyes shipper, I thank Judas every day for that.
Highlights: I love their series of epistolary fics, because who doesn’t love a good letter, but I would be remiss if I didn’t rec his DAMN polycule plus Xavier fic cause fuck canon let's add frosty the snowman to the orgy /lh
@themonotonysyndrome: she/her
Lady, my dearest friend and greatest foe~ How else do I describe the gorgeous, sociable, friendly person who bought Alexis/Christian into the world and ruined my life? (affectionate)
Highlights: Let these two assholes in love take you on a ride, fall in love with them too. If that's not your vibe, I cannot recommend enough her insane, gen z Bright Eyes being an absolute fucking terror /pos
Fanart:
@androgynouspenguinexpert
Can YOU believe Penguin's only been posting art since, like, December? I certainly can't, because it's like they've drawn every boy at this point and each is as smoochable and adorable as the last.
Highlights: Their Porter is one of my favorites; what can I say? Who can resist this high ponytail and cape combo? I also love their Hush, cause look at him~! He's adorable! Penguin gives all these boys such luscious, floofable hair; I love them!
@cute-brainz: she/they/it
Kindly, lovingly, respectfully, Cute's listeners designs reduce me to a sniveling, simpering puddle of a simp. I become nothing but a humble, simple straight man, and none of you came blame me good god their listeners are hotter than all the redacted men-
Highlights: Like, look at their Lovely: the hair, the singlet, the VIBES? Fuckin irresistible; like Vincent, I'd give them anything their heart desires. And their ANGEL? The MINUTE David Shaw fumbles that bag, I'm on my knees with a ring hello earth angel will you be mine
@darling-solaire
Darl has been posting art for only a month and a half at the writing of the post, and yet I feel like I've loved their Solaires for forever. They, as a unit, are hot and tragic as fuck, and I love them.
Highlights: I am obsessed, particularly, with the Solaire family portraits, but maybe that's because my girl Alexis is up there, and I love her. There's also this bust compilation of more Redacted boys in case you didn't find your favorite in the Solaires~!
@free-boundsoul: she/her
Okay so, like, vibe with me did you ever love Lisa Frank products with the bright, saturated colors and sparkling eyes but wish instead of cuddly animals that there were really hot men? Then Savvie is the artist for you~
Highlights: One, it's fun to see a Regulus that's not blue, okay? It's thinkin outside the box. Two, the CRACKS? WITH THE GOLD PEEKING THROUGH? I'm inconsolable my god. Speaking of daemons, Fool!Gavin is sort of everything to me. He's just really rocking that sweater vest!
@hotmcrodz: he/they
I know for a fact that I'm not the only one obsessed with the way Jai draws human anatomy. I have unironically seen a Jai piece in the tag and gone "WOWZA" like I'm Jim Carrey in The Mask; that's what they do to me.
Highlights: This Milo was one of the pieces that made my eyes pop out my head like a cartoon wolf; I think it's the shirtlessness plus the muscle pose. I just couldn't handle it. I also reacted like that to their Babe because I am an equal opportunity pervert /hj
@izzuku: he/they
Izzuku designs characters with the most realistic and gorgeous body types; like, I love the soft jawlines and how warm and touchable they draw skin. Every Izzuku design is kissable as hell.
Highlights: I have to recommend his Regulus and Hush designs, obviously, they're my favorite men. However, I can't let the world go by another rotation without recommending this special Halloween version of Vincent~!
@kilarthmac: she/they
In case we needed another reason to love and appreciate the iconic timestamping account we all recognize from the Redacted comments, we cannot neglect their fanart!
Highlights: Like, look at this brought-back-wrong Vega! This Hush with his cute face and off-putting air! He's so cute and so weird! I also love this piece they've done for one of my favorite rarepairs, Imperium!Lasko/Adam~
@latenightsleeper: he/they/it/she
My kinfolk and my beloved, one of the few people who understand me and the vision that is beautiful, blonde, dumb and lovable Christian. They will give you so many feelings about Darlin and Christian, and they will cause you agony /pos
Highlights: Obviously, I'm obsessed with the Tank/Christian art like this one (Christian is just so cuuute), but we're all obsessed with this Sam/Darlin animatic set to Eat Your Young.
@maxpaulll
An amazing artist that I'm so glad we managed to get to migrate to Tumblr from Twitter so I could put them on this list~
Highlights: I am obsessed always with their Indigenous character designs, especially David. Like, look at him, he's indescribably beautiful, outshone by no one except maybe Max's Imp!Vega, because oh my god look at him~
@nortyourself: she/her
I don't think there's anyone who's not obsessed with at least one of Rachel's pieces; like, I believe she'll get to every Redacted man with the speed and beauty she works. Even Reticuli has gotten the Rachel treatment and been made hot af.
Highlights: Technically, this Imperium!Damien just takes me breath away; like, it would be blown up and framed in his palace (for all of his short and tempestuous reign). Personally, her Hush has a dear and special place in my heart. He's just my favorite~!
@penncilkid: any pronouns
One of the most gorgeous and darling and non-stop creators in the space! They're a true triple threat, kicking our hearts in the butt with their art, their writing, and their audio roleplay series~
Highlights: With so many mediums under their belt, it's so hard to choose. If you're looking for purely Redacted content, their art is prolific and so creative, I've got to share the whole gallery. If you're in the market for a new VA to fall in love with, you've got to check out their youtube channel~!
@pycth: any pronouns
I dont have anything creative or profound to say here- all of pycth's designs are smoking hot and would render me selectively mute with a glance, 'nuff said.
Highlights: How can I PICK? Ugh, hottest of the hot that comes to mind has got to be their President Moore art; like, this pose isn't FAIR. On the other end of the spectrum, if you want your heart kicked in the butt, I don't think any of us are over this Sam piece or ever will be.
@rainingcatsandjune: any pronouns
Another new artist who's only been here since April, and yet- I would die for his and his fine-ass, touchable Sam. Like, hell, render any man pretty like that, and I'll die for him. That's how pretty this art is.
Highlights: Like, look at him. How does one do anything but look at him, especially in this pose? Again, look at him! Look at the hands. The soft, touchable glow and how it lights and shades his and Darlin's skin. The broad shoulders good god~
@sainthowlzon: they/he
You can't turn a corner on tumblr without seeing some of Howl's adorable Scribble Dolls or Icons! (Or any other social media actually. I feel like I've deffo seem some of Howl's icons on Tiktok too.) They're cute, they're iconic, and there's one for almost everyone!
Highlights: Here's that full set of icons for your perusal; my personal favorite is Asset's. And here's the full set of Redacted Scribble Dolls; my favorite is Regulus, I think, because of his freaky vibes, but it's so hard to pick!
@sincerelywhistler: any pronouns
Like everyone with a working set of eyes and a beating heart, I am obsessed with all of Wes's designs; like, who wouldn't fall in love at first sight with all those beautiful and often shirtless people?
Highlights: There's honestly too many to pick from, but I'll TRY. Their Gavin is an absolute must, I share it with the Discord on sight, he's that it girl if you will. Oh, and one cannot neglect Avior's HBS piece; I'm not even an Avior girlie, and I was like daaaaaamnnnnnnn~
@slushiepizza: they/them
Where would all the guy-lovers be without Slushie and their absolute cornucopia of Guy and Honey delights? Like, where else would we get our homemade, MacGyver'd serotonin?
Highlights: The "Everyday" series is everything to me, and I mean everything; Guy has become too relatable and has struck me right in the heart. If you're not in a Guy mood, I'm also in love with their older, cozy Anton~!
@s0lairee: she/they
Jo's style is just so clean, so cute, and I really love it when they play with lighting in their pieces. Like, we are almost, almost there to making me stan Vincent if you're gonna drape him in moonlight like that...
Highlights: ...thought, if I had to pick, I'd probably lean more towards Vincent's partner. They're rocking the red eyes, I love them! I'm also obsessed with their freckle-y, sweet Lasko, because who isn't?
@strawberrybouvine: he/they
The artistic equivalent of gourmet candy, I am absolutely obsessed with the gorgeous colors of Jasper's art and cannot get enough of the sweetness! Is this sugar running through my veins or unparalleled cuteness?
Highlights: I'm not even a David stan but, like, jesus christ, the long hair and hairy chest makes me want to go feral. Don't even get me started on the cuteness of his chibi art, I really will start foaming at the mouth.
@theflowersaremine
I don't know exactly what medium Haylin uses or what colors or effects they use, but goddamn it makes those men so dreamy. I'm not even a Sam stan, but that's a smoochable man right out of Gilmore Girls /pos
Highlights: Like, are you seeing the Gilmore Girls vision? That's a handsome man from a wholesome show geared for women- almost as handsome as this art of David. I see this smile in my dreams; it's so beautiful.
@venuslove-28: any pronouns
Venus's art is strawberry and vanilla soft serve injected straight into my heart; it's so familiar and cute, so charming, and I want to stim and bounce in excitement when I see it. Does that make sense? It'll make sense when you see it.
Highlights: Personally, I have never and I will never stop thinking about this Huxley, I am simply not capable. Their Avior is also cuter than all get-out, I must admit.
@wingless-cupid
I don't think anyone does cute and colorful and pastel and kawaii quite like Cupid. You can't help but look and admire all the eye-catching colors and then want to hug their cheery, dynamic characters!
Highlights: I'm highkey obsessed with their Freelancer and DAMNily and all their d(a)emons in general. Like, look at this! Minh is such a cutie and a simp, I love them! I'm also constantly thinking about this art in particular, because look at all these PRICELESS EXPRESSIONS!
@yoteako: he/it
Would you like stunning, high quality art and tragic, old man yaoi on your dash? That's a silly question; of course you do which is why we're going to follow and love on Yote.
Highlights: See how beautiful, doomed, and intimate this multi-page comic is about two characters who've never canonically spoken? That's devotion. On the less forsaken side of the narrative, their Gavin/Lasko ship art is embedded into my heart.
If you’re reading all the way here, I hope you found the post helpful and smiled while making your way through it! Or both! The RedactedAudio fandom is truly one of my favorite spaces on the internet; it’s so intimate and creative, and I’ve found some amazing, perfect friends here, so I hope you will too 💖
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Hiii can I just say I’m OBSESSED with ISY,D!! Amazing work truly the best ❤️
I saw asks are open so I thought I’d slip in a little prompt 👀
Astarion and Tav have a bit of a spat at camp. Tav is trying to convince Astarion that ascending would make him just as bad as Cazador, but Astarion craves the power and the freedom. Tav, upset and frustrated, ends up leaving for a walk through the late night streets of the gate to clear their head. One of the vampire spawn out looking for their next prey find Tav, recognizing them immediately as Astarion’s love (and one true weakness) and kidnaps them to bring to Cazador. Cazador, being the sick fuck he is, locks Tav away and sends a note to Astarion that he finds the next morning, saying that he had Tav and that if Astarion wants them back he has to surrender to Cazador and go through with the ceremony. Astarion loses his mind and races to the castle with the gang in tow, praying that Tav is unharmed. Will he be there just in time to save Tav? Or will he be too late, will Cazador have already turned them by the time he gets there?
Sorry for the paragraph but this has been in my mind for DAYS and I would cry if you could make this story come to fruition ❤️
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Hello 🌸anon!! Thank you so much for liking the series, I'm glad that it's something that you enjoy reading! Also, I've decided to include @simp-4-astarion's request as they were rather similar in nature!! Thank you so much for liking my work :,DDD
In addition!! Just a heads up for people who'd like to request or send an idea in, I don't just write for Astarion! Feel free to include your favorite romanceable pcs (and non romanceable npcs lol) into the mix!!
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That night at camp had been fraught with tension, like a fraying rope ready to snap. The campfire crackled, the tongues of the flame dancing and flickering about, mirroring the storm within the heated pair.
Your voice, something that he's come to find solace in as of late, quivered with frustration unlike any he's heard directed at him before as you tried to reason with him.
"I don't relish it. but my," He pauses, wondering what he should call them. "--Siblings lured thousands of people to their death over the years. I doubt Baldur's Gate would miss any of them." He seems rather taken with the idea, and you worry about what this could mean for him.
"But we don't even know if it's possible, Astarion. You're hypothesizing that you become the Vampire Ascended at the expense of eradicating the other spawn." Whether or not they had done things as horrendous as your,-- gods you don't even know what you are,-- as the ex-magistrate, they did not deserve to be subjected to such a ritual.
He paces around you, ascertaining your reactions, and making quick work to think about how he could convince you
"And so what? I've obviously thought about it. If I completed the ritual, this evocation, I'd have insurmountable power. And--" He nears himself to you, practically whispering the following words into the skin of you neck. As if anything he said would etch its way into your skin and carve you anew.
"I could walk in the sun without fear of becoming a mindflayer. Don't you want that for me, darling? For us?" The question instills an indescribable fear in you. Not the same fear that's been riddling you as you wonder if you'd perish in one of your many battles, but the fear you'd witness when you lost something dear to you.
It's as if he's giving you an out.
Agree with him, and you seal his fate as the Vampire Ascendant with a sure place at his side.
Or disagree, allowing all those spawn the same chance he had been given all those tendays ago, and snuff out whatever growing relationship you had between you.
He senses your uncertainty. And he feels lost. He figured that you would be so sure to keep him at your side. Doing anything it takes to make sure it stays that way, but now you're getting cold feet with his blatant proposal of companionship because of what?
These monsters he's hunted with?
These damned spawn that represent everything you've seeked to correct about the world?
"Astarion, please, give them a chance. They were just like you once, give them that much."
At any other time, he would've admired your efforts to help them. But in this moment, he thinks you a fool who could never truly understand what it means to be a slave and to want for power.
"You did not know them. And you do not know me as well as you may think, my dear, if you think they deserve a chance more than I do."
He doesn't know why it all happened the way it did. The way that his thoughts came tumbling out of his mouth and only allowing the worst of things to escape him.
All he knows was that it had surely hurt you and that he doesn't think he's ever seen your retreating form look as small as it did as you walked towards somewhere in the city.
And that he wished he had remembered where they were. So near to where his consanguines and he used to hunt.
So when he and the others are greeted with a letter smelling of undeath, telling them that they had their precious leader imprisoned in Cazadaor's manor, he knows not to tell them about the little argument you two had.
Knows not to tell them anything to dampen their mood as they search for you.
Knows not to tell them that the likelihood he kept you alive was slim to none, now that he has Astarion's attention.
Once they had been alerted of your whereabouts, a clear ploy to lure him back to his master, there would be no use for you anymore. They don't know Cazador like he did, and he was sure that by the time they reached their destination, you would be no more.
Stil, he's willing to take any chance he can get to get you back. No use in proclaiming you dead if he hasn't seen you, and he'd be damned if he let Cazador take any more from him.
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#astarion x reader#astarion ancunin#bg3 x reader#astarion x you#astarion ancunin x reader#astarion x mc#astarion x tav#astarion ancunin x tav#baldur's gate 3 x reader
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« INTRO: AWAKEN TO (YOUR)SELF »
A BEGINNERS GUIDE TO ALL THINGS CONSCIOUSNESS
This blog used to be a journal in the process of self realization of it's creator but has yet turned out to be a collection of sources and information guiding you too on your way back to your true Being. It all started with the question: “Who are you really?” and the realization that reality is not what it seems. I'm at a point now where I do not follow any teachings or concepts anymore nor did I consent in strictly deviding law of assumption from non dualism in the past. Nowadays, I see myself as an advocate for Self-realization. That being said, I really want to distance myself from any "new age manifestation/law of assumption" (do this to get xyz) teachings practised on youtube or tiktok.
I did create my own content in the past but stopped because there is nothing new to say and my understanding has deepened. Posts and annotations written by me are easily recognisable by my typical colour code, which is obviously displayed here. I only answer questions for understanding or clarification, guidelines here.
HOW TO START
Advaita Vendata (Non Dualism): an Introduction
Core of non dual understanding
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If everything is consciousness, I am everything and everything is me?
I still feel like "me", I don't feel like god of my reality
How to become aware(ness)
How to control the thoughts
How to be free from emotions and thoughts
Stop concerning yourself with the wants and needs of Ego
How to loose attachment to Ego
What you really are
How to be Consciousness/ Awareness
In the end, the only question remaining should be who you are without all the labels attached to "I am". You will come to discover you do not want freedom from this shape alone, but from all shapes. Be aware of your past being over. "External world shows otherwise? Just be like "for how long do you think it can keep this up when you have nothing to do with it?" @Ada
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MY CONTENT/ EPIPHANIES
You can experience pain in your life but you don’t have to ‘suffer’ the pain.” - Anon I mus
#masterpost, #goddessawakening
» Mosaic » Be yourself first »"Manifesting" » Freedom » Being » Why everbody misinterprets Self concept » Is there a real difference? »Misidentification » Consciousness & Limitation » No others » Question Reality » Missing » Ego & Time
ADDITIONAL MATERIAL
... what to find on my blog through the tags
Advise/FAQs: Koda, Nova, iam-you, Cassie, Bry, Jag, Vesora, Lain, more
What is Ego?
How it feels to be Self / Awareness
All on Self Realization and Detachment
All on LOA trough a non dualistic view
Books
If you still want to focus on "getting your desires" after been through all the info, search Neville Goddard (all his books and lectures). If you have a hard time understanding Neville, I advise some people who break down his teachings in a short and modern way of speaking: Edward Art (Reddit(Series), Audio), embodythestate, niclasupgradetolife, Josiah Brandt on YouTube
#this is a sideblog#consciousness#law of consciousness#non dualism#non-dualism#non duality#non-duality#awareness#neville goddard#edward art#law of assumption#loass#goddessawakening#Youtube
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hi is it alright if i request kaeya, diluc and thoma (separate) with a reader who feels very insignificant next to them and their achievements, hurt to comfort pls <333
i see you, i cherish you
contents: hurt/comfort, fluff, established relationships, gn!reader, monologues in each part so have fun with that haha
cw: negative thoughts, overall sadness and insecurites, feelings of emptiness, crying, food
a/n: first of all, ty anon for being incredibly patient! i'm so so sorry this took so long to fulfill, but i really hope you enjoy it nonetheless!
kaeya– pavo ocellus
Even with one eye, you consider Kaeya to have achieved and gone through so much you couldn’t even imagine happening to yourself. From losing his parents to another parent, and on top of that, his rather- for lack of better words- rocky relationship with his brother, he’s gone through so much and emerged so strong. This comes to the problem at hand. You. Even though he may not have such a clean and honest reputation, people still respect him, evident through their affirming glances and the straightening of their backs whenever he walks by. You, on the other hand, are merely thought of as an accessory, an addition to his ever-growing collection of precious items, tagging along for the sake of it.
It’s draining to keep thinking like this, you know, but you can’t help the thoughts that constantly invade your mind, constantly reminding you of how insignificant you are compared to Kaeya. You’ve done nothing of value; you’ve done nothing to help the people of Mondstadt, and you’ve done nothing for yourself at this point! He seems like such a respected figure, and you seem so little compared to him, you might as well just live your life inside forever and no one would notice you were gone.
Tears start escaping from your eyes, and you don’t bother to try and catch them with your mouth like you did when you were younger, because what’s the point? You’re going to eventually start crying again, and again and again. You’re just not important enough and you haven’t done enough and you just feel so small, and so empty. Curling up into the foetal position, you let the sadness wash over you.
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Kaeya hurries back to your shared home. He’s been looking forward to this, the thought of holding you in your arms and being able to kiss your delightful mouth is enough motivation for him to be tying up any loose ends his (interrogations) job may bring and finishing up the stacks of paperwork his other colleagues have piled up out of laziness. Honestly, some people these days have no moral integrity!
Unlocking the door, and walking in, he immediately notices how quiet it is. That’s strange, considering how he can usually find you either in the kitchen, preparing some form of dinner whenever he comes back home late, or in the hallway right in front of him, welcoming him back home instead. There’s no one in either of those rooms, and when he calls out your name and no one calls back, he begins to get worried. He can’t lose you, not ever, so when a fresh wave of panic tries to take over, he tries his hardest to stay calm and think about things logically. The next thing to do would be to check upstairs. He’s bounding up them, two at a time, his strides revealing how much he’s actually worrying about your welfare, but he doesn’t even reach the top when he hears your cries.
Not even caring anymore, he bursts inside your bedroom to find you curled up on your bed, body wracking with tears, shaking periodically. A myriad of emotions swirl through him. Anger, at whoever made you feel like this- he stores a mental note to free up some time later that week- relief- well, at least you aren’t missing or gone, but most of all, sorrow. Sorrow at your sorry state, sorrow at the fact you feel like this, sorrow that echoes deep in his bones; a sorrow that makes his heart twinge in uncomfortable ways. He walks over to the bed, and lies next to you, facing your body.
Gently wrapping his arms around you, he whispers sweet nothings as you cry into his chest, each one making his eyes soften, and grip tighten.
“Please tell me what’s troubling you. I can’t have my darling all wound up, can I? It’s my duty as a knight to make sure all the citizens of Mondstadt are happy and healthy, wouldn’t you say?”
You don’t respond to his questions, like he thought you would anyway, so he changes tact.
“Darling, I beg. I don’t like seeing you upset, and know I’ll deal with anyone who tries to harm you, so please tell me what’s wrong. Whatever you say, I’ll make it right, you don’t have to lift a single finger, I promise.”
You sniffle a bit at this, tears coming slower, and you can feel his warm stare on your head, hands stroking your waist in a way that’s always made you feel relaxed. Or maybe that’s just his arms. Voice cracking up from all the crying, you respond, albeit with a wobble.
“I-I just haven’t done enough, Kaeya. I haven’t done enough!”
Bursting into a fresh set of tears, you wail into his chest once more, and once more, Kaeya shushes you. He kisses the top of your head, one that he hopes conveys his patience for you, and your words. He lets it linger for a couple of seconds before speaking again.
“To me, you’ve always been enough. Why else would you have stolen my heart, and why else would I have allowed it to happen?”
“But, you’ve just done so much and I’ve done so little!”
Kaeya frowns. He now knows what the problem is, but he feels clueless as to how you could ever feel this way. To him, you’ve done so much both for the people of Mondstadt and himself, helping out whenever you can, and always with a smile on your face.
“I’m going to stop you there, darling. Know that nobody thinks lowly of you. I may be the Cavalry Captain, but I have no horses; you may be my partner, but you are also a person. You may not see this, but everyone else can. You have done, and helped so many people that they come up to me- even when I’m out in the tavern- to talk about how you had helped them that same day. Apart from seeing your face, those little conversations are the highlight of my night, and they should be yours, too. So don’t worry, darling, from now on, I’ll tell you those messages and we’ll see how truly significant you actually are. I love you, wholly, and I never want you to feel like that ever again.”
His arms tighten around your waist as he presses a lingering kiss on your head. You squeeze back with the pressure of a feather, and a soft smile breaks through his face.
diluc– noctua
There are many ways you can say the name Diluc Ragnvindr. The Darkight Hero, saving grace of Mondstadt, free from the shackles of the Knights of Favonius, or perhaps, Master of the Dawn Winery, filthy rich, yet hard-working, producing possibly the best wine in the whole of Teyvat. No matter what name people utter, it always comes along with bucket loads of respect and admiration, constantly failing to hide the fact that they hold him in extremely high regard, much higher than what you could ever hope for. People speak of his courage, perseverance, and determination (well, maybe apart from Kaeya) when all they say to you is to ask how Diluc is.
It’s frustrating, no- it’s angering and belittling, and it’s as if you don’t have anything to stand for other than being his partner! He gets all of this respect and you just have to stand by his side! It’s as if they don’t even see you as a person with achievements, which- well, what have you done that’s worthy of praise? Nothing, you guess, maybe becoming Diluc’s partner was the peak of your life; it’s only going to go downhill from here, you’ve done nothing good, you’ve done nothing worthy; maybe you don’t deserve him at all. And- oh there the tears come, hot and salty, droplets dripping down your face.
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There are many ways Diluc says your name. He says it gently, with hushed undertones and comforting hugs; he says it passionately, with longing in his eyes and a bold thump in his heart. But most of all, he says it so full of love, as if you had hung all the stars in the sky, full of unending, fulfilling, admiring adoration. Whenever your name leaves his mouth, people can’t help but stop and stare; it’s just so obvious how much the Master of the Dawn Winery cares for his special someone. Whenever your name leaves his mouth, there’s an ever-present look in his eye, one that reveals everything he feels about you, a look that proclaims out his devotion.
So when Diluc finds you- alone, sobbing violently into your pillows- he doesn’t hesitate to place you on his lap, arms cradling your fragile figure, as he utters your name again. He says it again and again, stroking your hair softly, waiting patiently (as if he wouldn’t wait an eternity) while he lets you cry into his shoulder, eyebrows slightly furrowing at the sight of seeing you so upset to get to a point like this. It’s not fair, he thinks, for you to feel like this when you deserve nothing but the opposite, and- he shouldn’t blame himself for this- but what if it has to do with him? You know he’s busy, and he knows he’s busy, but what if you’re feeling as if he doesn’t love you anymore?
Oh, what a lie, as if he could never love you, what a lie, as if he could never look forward to seeing you, as if he could never touch and kiss you as if it were his last. Those people weren’t lying when they said that he was truly in deep, too deep to ever get out of the hole he had dug for himself. Diluc doesn’t mind, though, if he’s in there with you, he would stay like that forever.
This doesn’t fix the situation at hand, however, and as much as Diluc would like to be able to fix all of your problems, the world doesn’t work like that, and so the next best thing is to help you try and feel better.
You’re still crying, and with every sob that you let out, a piece of his heart seemingly shatters into the void, and he thinks the only way to repair it would be to see your smile again. However, you’ve changed positions to where you’re both hugging each other. You on his lap, arms around his shoulders, and his arms around your waist, sporadically kissing your cheek every once in a while. He sighs, though not at you- never at you, eyes heavy with sadness at your state, and whispers gentle words, cradling your head with his hand.
“Look at me, darling. I love you eternally. I love you with my whole heart, and I can’t even fathom how much it beats for you. I do not know why you’re crying so, but I hate it. You do not deserve whatever this is you are feeling, and I know you as much as I know the back of my own hand. To me, you are the greatest person I have ever known. You have the ability to make me feel things I didn’t know I could, and you made me love, the most important thing of all. I have slain and destroyed, but at what cost? You have healed, and perhaps that is what I love about you so. So please do not cry, darling. You have done so much for me, and you have done so much for others. I know that much, so please, can I see you smile again?
You gaze up at him, eyes widening, as they fill up with tears once more. But not sad tears this time, happy ones instead. You kiss him, salty and passionate and thankful. It’s rather amazing how he manages to find the exact words to comfort you.
Diluc may be considered stoic, and quiet to most, but for you, he’d recite the longest scripture he could just to wipe your tears away.
thoma- rubeum scutum
The past few days for Thoma have been particularly busy. Both the Kamisato siblings required some type of assistance that had needed to be by their side for an extended amount of time, often just accompanying them with daily tasks around Inazuma that they may need to be called to. He doesn’t mind though, because at the end of each day, even though he may arrive late, even though he may find you asleep on the couch once he finally arrives back home, he gets to see your face, and gets to carry you gently off to bed, pressing some kisses to your forehead as he does so.
However, what Thoma doesn’t get to see, is the constant emotion of insignificance you feel next to him. You’re truly proud of him, you really are, and you’re glad he’s so busy and looked after all the time, but sometimes you wish that you could feel that way too. Sometimes you wished that you could receive the same workload as him- just to be able to say that your superiors trust you to be able to deal with larger things, like him. But you don’t and now you feel useless. Especially now, since he’s been kept working late for the Kamisato Clan, you’ve been chased by negativity for the days that he’s arrived late home, and it’s catching up to you.
It’s suffocating, you just want to be recognised by someone, for someone to be proud of you and to be able to say that they respect and admire your ethics and hardworking nature. But instead, you do mundane tasks everyday, get home, wait for Thoma, then go to sleep. You want something more; you yearn for some sort of sign in your life that you’ve achieved something, that you’ve created meaning for someone else. You just feel so tired of it all, you just want to go to sleep.
Staring at the wall blankly, you don’t even notice Thoma creeping in with a smile on his face, only to be replaced by a concerned frown. It’s the end of his gruelling week of assisting and accompanying, and there’s nothing more he wants than to be able to lay in bed with you, the one he loves with all his heart. He even prepared a cake for you to share, your favourite flavour! But when he sees you, devoid of emotion, a grim expression on your face unlike your usual self, he doesn’t hesitate to place the cake aside- all but forgotten- and rush over to where you’re sitting.
“Baby…?”
He whispers, almost scared to raise his voice, as if he would upset you even further. When you don’t respond, he gently raises you up to your feet, so tenderly, you know he’s done this before. He tilts your head up to look at him, and he gets scared. He gets scared at the empty look on your face, and he musters up all the love he can get (which- to be frank- is a lot) to smile at you. Even though he’s scared, the eyes are the window to the soul, and his truly reveal how much he cares for you. He searches for feeling in yours, and when he spots just a glimmer, he leans down to give you a gentle peck on the lips.
“Do you want to tell me what’s troubling you? I’ll do my very best to sort it out, you know I’d do anything for you.”
Comforted by the sound of his voice and affirmations, you regain some feeling in your body, and you feel less exhausted.
“Sorry, Thoma. I just- I’m not feeling too good.”
“Oh, would you like anything then? I have a really good soup recipe that I can make for you, just get some rest, and it’ll be ready in just a few minutes! I would prefer for you to feel better sooner rather than later.”
You sigh.
“No. That’s not what I meant. I mean- well- you’ve just been so busy and I’ve been… here, doing nothing. You’ve done so much already, and I haven’t done anything at all, I just want to feel as if I’ve done something… significant like you, that’s all.”
Tears start pooling at the corners of your eyes, and Thoma hurries to wipe them away with his hands. His heart clenches at your confession, worry evident in his eyes. If only you knew how much you mean to him, how much he thinks that you’re the significant one in the grand scheme of things, and how much he values your existence.
“No, don’t say that kind of stuff, it hurts. You know I love you so, so, so much and that I think you’ve done so much- too much- that I can’t possibly repay you. You don’t know how much you’ve impacted my life, and that I’m so grateful you came into it. I think others would agree too. I look forward to seeing you every day, y’know? You’re the highlight every single time, so don’t think of yourself as worthless, or insignificant, because I think if you weren’t here, my heart would have a massive gap right down the middle! I love you so much, baby, and it pains me to see you hurt like this, but I want you to believe that compared to me, you’re the one who shines bright. You’re the star here, not me.”
He pauses when you don’t respond. Maybe you need some time for yourself, sometimes that’s just the case.
“I’ll make the soup now, okay? I love you.”
Turning around to head out, a pair of arms from behind him encase his waist.
He laughs, turning around again to face you. Stroking your hair gently, he presses a kiss to your forehead, and wonders whether you can tell how much he truly loves you. How much he would do for you, and sacrifice for you. Thoma mutters a quiet ‘thank you’, and you look up at him, confused, tears still in your eyes.
“Surely I should be the thankful one, Thoma? Thank you, though.”
Your voice goes quiet at the last part.
He smiles softly, eyes drooping ever so slightly in admiration, in patience and in understanding.
“My pleasure.”
a/n: tysm for reading to the end! likes, reblogs and comments are highly appreciated! ❤️
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A bit of a turn but this is where my mind's at. I love a bitchy, whiny Dream who puts himself and everyone down the moment he meets them. He doesn't like people or himself or much of anything really. It's all so fake and fictionalized. So to kinda get at that he picks up a job as a near nude waiter at a local strip club. He doesn't bother to attempt to understand why anyone would come here on their lunch break, but the hundreds he finds strapped into his g-string more than make up for it. Besides, the club is damp and dark with nothing but the disco lights illuminating these fuck ugly guys who make up their clientele. It pays for his lifestyle well enough and if he gets fired then he has his trust fund to fall back on. So he really doesn't give a shit about being nice. People seem to like that anyway.
Hob is one of those people. Bouncing for a strip club was one of the last jobs he thought he would ever take, but the money is good. He doesn't need to carry a weapon unlike the numerous other security jobs he's taken before, and the weird hours allow him to keep up with grad school. But he's so close to getting his doctorate that once he submits his dissertation, he's free to take a job teaching somewhere else. He's thinking somewhere warm and sunny.
That also means he's going to be giving his two weeks soon and he has eyes for one of he coworkers. The skinny brunette that bristles from even a fraction of attention. That's the one he wants. It's not like Hob doesn't know him, despite the security staff usually being busy with the guys attempting to grab the dancers, he's had to deal with a few people who got a little too handsy with their waitresses. So he's had to save Dream's ass more than he's had the opportunity to stare at it.
So he buys a bunch of flowers, dresses up in a nice suit and saves a decent bit of pay to come in on his off day. He manages to score Dream's section and he waits. When his crush finally comes around, Hob loses a bit of nerve and fesses up to Dream what he's doing, but sans the detail that it's for him. Dream laughs at him and calls him all sorts of names like simp. Though he finds it kinda adorable how sincere Hob is about confessing to his crush. He takes his break at the table and negs Hob for details relating to his crush. Apparently he's tall, pale, and angled in all the right points. Hob will not shut up about his petty blue eyes or his sharp wit. He conveniently doesn't tell Dream that he's a coworker, which makes Dream so mad! Hob is sitting here, in a strip club, instead of going out to confess his feelings. He shoves Hob out of the club and table before he even gets his drink and demands Hob to finally come clean about his feelings!
Later that night, when his shift is over and he's changing in the dressing room, he's still thinking about Hob. Maybe he's different then all the men who grab at his ass or make lewd comments when he brings out their food. He has been one of the few bouncers who actually do something when he and his coworkers complain. There's someone genuine about him that makes it hard for Dream to want to bully him.
He goes outside for a cigarette, and who should be there but Hob with his bouquet of ruby red poppies (dreams favorite) and a light for him.
- 🤜 Anon
This feels like such a good addition to the picture in my head I'm building of simp!Hob. Particularly if he's able to actually win Dream’s heart! Just imagine how annoyed Dream would be to find that he's got a stupid crush on this ridiculous man. He's muttering to himself in the mirror about how love is fake and the world is shit and nothing matters. And then he thinks about Hob’s eyes and catches himself smiling...
So, when he finds Hob waiting for him, he concedes. He'll allow one date. And Hob is the perfect gentleman, so he takes Dream for a nice meal - maybe they have to go somewhere that opens late, but it's still nice. Hob nudges Dream into ordering pancakes and a milkshake. They talk about Hob’s future teaching job and how kids suck but they can be ok actually.
It's a nice date, but Dream’s cynicism tells him that Hob probably just wants to fuck him. He's just cleverer and more patient than the guys who try to pull him at the club. He's willing to spend a little time before he tries to get Dream into bed. So Dream gets right back to negging Hob about how he's wasted his money because Dream doesn't intend to put out.
But Hob just laughs and says he's way too tired to be thinking about sex. He steals one of Dream’s cigarettes when they go outside, and walks him all the way home while cheerfully talking about how he can't wait to get away from London and shitty weather. Dream is perplexed, annoyed, cringing about how fucking chipper Hob is... but he's also kind of warm and soft inside. Especially when Hob kisses his cheek goodnight.
Dream is actually looking forward to seeing him again. Ugh. And he thinks that maybe he wouldn't mind if Hob touched him? He pictures Hob’s strong sturdy hands wrapping around his waist and his cheeks turn bright red just like poppies.
Well fuck. He's going to have to think hard of some bitchy things to say to Hob, because right now all he can think of is... that he wants Hob to simp over him! The horror!
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Hello 🤗🤗 can I pls make two requests for BTS?
(1)when reader, who is their crush keeps playing with yeontan or bam and pays less attention to them they get jealous?
(2)The members and their crush go on a picnic in a flower field and she makes them a flower crown and gives it to them? Thank you 😊❤️
🧚♂️Request; BTS scenarios where they get jealous because their crush pays more attention to Yeontan or Bam 🧚♂️
{A/N: AGGGHH this makes me so happy! thank you so much for requesting. *internet hugs*
the second request I'll make into another post. btw i loved these ideas and they've been so fun to write.
Additional Notes
3 things;
*for yoongi, I included Holly, cuz I thought it would make more sense for the reader to play with yoongi's dog and for hoseok, I included mickey. but the rest of the members alternate between yeontan and bam :) *
*also, I know BigHit is technically HYBE now, but I noticed BigHit is still used for copyright and for example, the TXT youtube channel is called TXTBighit, so I just decided to go with BigHit lol*
For Anon; I hope you liked this! And I will get the second prompt out ASAP. btw thank you for being my first request in like idek how long, you've made me so happy by requesting because it shows that people do read my writing🥺🫶
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{Prompt/Descriptions} Scenarios on how you meet are different for all members, but most scenarios revolve around you working at and meeting through BigHit, just to give a little background to how long the members have known the reader for.
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Jin
Seokjin sat on the couch in Jungkook's apartment as he watched as you played with Bam. He couldn't help but smile to himself. He found it amusing how Bam could basically tower over you if he stood up to play with you. He watched as you laughed and threw the tennis ball back and forth between you, Bam and Jungkook, who had invited everyone over to his apartment a few hours ago. Seokjin also noticed how you kept dropping the ball. You're catch and aim completely off. Yet again, he couldn't help but smile to himself, he thought you were so cute trying to act all athletic even though you had told him many times before that you had horrible hand-eye coordination.
Jin tried to get your attention, but he didn't want to ruin the fun, afraid he might make you mad. So he called out to you, "Y/n, I think Bam can catch the ball better than you", he said laughing. You turned around and playfully stuck out your tongue at him in a mocking tone before surrendering the tennis ball to Bam and moving to sit down next to Jin.
"Like you could do any better", Y/n said, playfully nudging Jin in the shoulder. He scoffed and lightly nudged you back. He could feel the nerves building up inside of him. He had been waiting for the right moment to ask you out for months...maybe now was the right time. He reasoned with himself, Y/n DID stop playing with Bam, who you really love, just to come and sit down next to him and talk. Plus, all of the playful banter between the two of you, maybe now was the time.
Jin cleared his throat and turned to face you. You looked at him, a smile on your face. He took a deep breathe in and started, "So uh, Y/n...what're you doing tomorrow, anything planned?", he would start out casual. He studied Y/n's face as she quickly looked up, mentally scanning her built-in mind calendar.
"Nope", Y/n responded, "Free as can be, why?", Y/n asked. Suddenly, Seokjin panicked, Crap, what if she doesn't want to go out with me, then I've ruined the friendship...He just had to do it
"I uh, I was wondering if...-", but before Jin could finish, Bam came jumping onto the couch, ball in his mouth and tail wagging, ready for another round of fetch.
Y/n immediately shifted her gaze from Jin to Bam and Jin simultaneously felt his heart sink and his nerves settle at the same time. But he had to admit, he was more disappointed than anything. So with a sudden stroke of confidence, Jin grabbed the tennis ball from Bam and threw it on the other side of the room, giving him just enough time to blab out, "Listenmaybeyouwantogo...outwith...me?",
Jin winced and prepared for rejection as Y/n looked at him on shock, but before he could fully look back at Y/n, he felt her lips on his cheek as Y/n whispered, "Of course", as she got up to play with Bam again.
Yoongi
Yoongi, despite his 'cold' (not really but for the sake of his image let's just go with cold hahah), exterior, was quite a softy when it came to you. From the moment he met you he had developed feelings for you. You two would constantly text and facetime late into the early morning and he spent a lot of his free time with you. Though the members teased him for being smitten with you and basically being in an unofficial relationship, Yoongi just couldn't bring himself to confess his feelings for you. He was afraid that the feelings he had for you were one sided and that by confessing he would lose you if you didn't feel the same way. Or worse, the two of you would date and break up, hence ruining the entire relationship and never seeing you again. In a way, Yoongi felt like it was better to just keep things as they were, confusing.
One of your favorite things to do was to spend your free time at Yoongi's apartment, not only to see Yoongi, but also to see Holly. Min Holly loved you and you loved him too.
Not to mention, Yoongi appreciated that when his brother was unavailable to watch Holly, you would readily volunteer when Yoongi had to leave for long periods of time.
But currently, Yoongi was home and you were laying on the carpet, playing with Holly. Well, actually, you were cuddling with Holly and little did you know, Yoongi was sitting on the couch watching you intently.
That's it, he thought to himself, I need to just tell her how I feel.
How could he do any better than you?
To Yoongi, you were everything he ever wanted. Because you met through BigHit, not only did you respect and understand his work, but you also had an appreciation for music. You both got along so well and Holly loved you. And he did too. What more could he want in a partner?
So he started speaking, "Y/n, do you think two people who are friends can go from a friendship to a romance?", he paused as you hummed in response, too focused on rubbing Holly's head to look up. " You know, without ruining a friendship?"
You hummed again, still not looking up at Yoongi. Instead, you let out a giggle as Holly rolled onto his back, expecting a belly rub.
Okay, now Yoongi was getting a little jealous. I mean, Y/n wasn't even listening, here he is on the verge of pouring his heart out and she's more focused on Holly? , he thought to himself.
So he pulled out his commander tactics. He snapped his fingers and Holly immediately lifted his head out of y/n's lap, looking up at Yoongi.
Yoongi gave a little twirl of his finger and there Holly went into the other room. Y/n looked up confused. "Yoongi, what was that for? He was comfortable", Y/n whined, getting up and moving to the couch.
"Listen, Y/n, I have to ask you...because it's been on my mind for awhile and I need your full attention.", he sighed. Yoongi noticed that Y/n looked nervous, he realized his tone of voice was a little too serious.
Alright, enough stalling. Well here goes nothing
"Do you think we'd have any chance as a couple?", Yoongi asked looking down at his feet, too nervous to look you in the eyes.
However that immediately changed when he heard an exasperated yes as you flung yourself onto Yoongi.
"God what took you so long!", Y/n said as Yoongi laughed.
What did take him so long?, he thought.
Hoseok
Hoseok had actually brought you home one weekend to meet Mickey. For as long as the two of you had been friends, you had never met Mickey before. But because Mickey lived with Hobi's family, that meant you would be meeting everyone.
Of course, when the two of you had arrived at Hobi's parents house, Mickey and you had your first introduction. Hoseok watched as you bent down to rub Mickey's head, and you offhandedly expressed how soft he was which made Hoseok smile.
Hoseok led you through the house as he introduced you to his parents who were so kind to you and his sister too. You remember making a mental note of the fact that you could definitely tell where Hoseok got his positive energy from, because his family was just so warm and welcoming.
And they treated you so kind when you were just a friend too, nothing special, right?
Well that's what you thought. What you didn't know was that Hoseok had been wanting to confess his feelings for you for quite some time. He had no intentions of doing it on this trip back home. He was just hoping his family didn't drop any hints as he had blabbed to his sister quite a few times in the past, going on and on about how cool you were and how beautiful you are and blah,blah,blah.
It was actually Jiwoo who had pointed out to Hobi that he most likely had a crush on Y/n. So as everyone settled down in the living room and Y/n settled next to Mickey and began to pet him, Hobi noticed that Mickey looked so relaxed with you and he couldn't help but get excited at the thought of bringing you home with him annually. You had been getting along well with his parents and sister and especially Mickey.
But as he turned to speak to you, he noticed how most of your attention was on Mickey. Though Hoseok did want to talk to you, he felt like Mickey deserved some Y/n love. {A/N; LMAO, I don't know why that line is so funny to me...anyways back to the story}
But by the end of the weekend, the duration of your stay before you and Hoseok went back to your respective jobs, he realized just how preoccupied with Mickey you had been all weekend.
Hobi sat down next to you, asking if your bags were packed and you turned to face him. "Yep", you said smiling. "Hobi, I really have to say, your family was so nice to me, I mean, the way they treated me and especially considering that I'm nothing special too, I really have to thank them before we leave."
Hoseok was touched by your consideration for his family but before you could fully stand up from your seat, he lightly pulled you back to the seat by your arm. "Y/n, actually",Hobi laughed before continuing, "I actually have a bit of a confession. I kind of view you as more than a friend...I want to be with you"
You looked at Hoseok for a minute without saying anything. You studied his face, trying to see if he was joking as the two of you often liked to joke around. But all you could detect from him was...nerves?
"Are you serious? You're not playing with me right", Y/n said, moving closer. Hobi shook his head from side to side, signaling no, he was 100% serious.
"I want to be with you too Hobi, what made you realize?", you asked taking his hands in yours as you faced each other.
"Actually, Mickey made me realize", he laughed as he looked at your confused face. "You were paying so much attention to Mickey and I loved it but at the same time, I wished you had been giving me that attention instead."
You laughed as you leaned into his embrace.
Namjoon
You and Namjoon had been invited over to Jungkook's apartment to have dinner. However, what you didn't know was that Namjoon and Jungkook has set up a ploy to get you and Namjoon in the same room.
You see, Y/n and Namjoon had a lot of chemistry. The thing was, all of it was at work, where there really wasn't anytime for flirting. They never really saw each other outside of the studio. And Namjoon had never really mustered up the courage to ask Y/n out so when he mentioned to Jungkook one time that he thought Y/n was cute, Jungkook immediately wanted to help out his hyung.
So there you were, you and Namjoon sitting across from each other as Jungkook tried to hide his growing smirk. The plan was working out perfectly. The two of you were all fired up, talking about your favorite books and albums, just like in the studio expect instead a of professional environment, it was personal now.
After the three of you had finished eating, Jungkook had 'stepped out' to accept a phone call, leaving the two to you alone, which wasn't a problem as the two of you continued the flirtatious banter. However, when Jungkook has opened up the door to his bedroom to take his 'phone call', Bam had wandered out of the door and right over to you and Namjoon.
Namjoon was in the middle of discussing a TV show you had both recently watched when you suddenly turned away and looked over at Bam with adoring eyes.
"Aww!, Namjoon isn't he adorable?", you said, sliding off of your chair and getting on your knees to pet Bam.
Namjoon stared at the dog, feeling like he just got cock blocked {A/N #2; SORRY I HAD TO PUT THAT IN}
Namjoon got up, excusing himself for a minute. Y/n smiled up at him and then turned her attention back to Bam who was now wagging his tail frantically.
Namjoon stomped down the whole to Jungkook's bedroom where he found Jungkook siting at his desk watching something on his phone.
Jungkook turned to him and asked how it was going, another smirk on his face.
"You better go in the living room and get Bam back in here, she's more interested in him than me at the moment and we had a breakthrough.", Namjoon stated firmly. Jungkook couldn't help but laugh as he got up and walked towards the entrance of the door to his bedroom.
"Bam, come here!", Jungkook called out as Namjoon stood watching with his arms crossed. Bam came running into the room and Namjoon walked out, giving Jungkook a thumbs up before heading back to Y/n.
Finally some alone time, he thought.
Jimin
{Sorry guys, I don't mean to bring astrology into this but it fits the idea I had so roll with it 🥸)
Jimin had actaully met you through Taehyung at his house during a small party Taehyung had been hosting.
Now becuase Jimin is a libra. And one of the things that everyone knows about libra's is that they live to flirt, they also fall fast and hard. So the same night Jimin; known worldwide for being a huge flirt, had met you, he was planning on trying to come up with a way to ask you out .
You two had been talking all night, the only problem was that you kept getting distracted by Yeontan the adorable Pomeranian who also wanted Y/n's full attention.
As the night progressed and Y/n became preoccupied with giving Yeontan treats, Taehyung had pulled Jimin over and jokingly told Jimin that he had competition, pointing to Yeontan.
Jimin facepalmed, finding it hard to believe that he was losing your affections to a DOG.
Jimin shoved Taehyung and made his way back over to you. Sitting back down and trying to pet Yeontan, and obviously trying to get on your radar too. Suddenly an idea came to him.
"Yeontan, it's Uncle Jiminie", Jimin said petting Yeontan on the top of his head. Yeontan looked over at him for a second before looking back at Y/n.
Y/n laughed as she looked up at Jimin, asking him if he wanted to maybe get a drink or something one time, to you know...talking about Yeontan.
Jimin smiled and agreed, somewhat relieved that he didn't have to make the first move after all, and overly ecstatic about the fact that the feelings were mutual.
Taehyung
You and Taehyung had actually gotten close because you not only lived in his building, but actually walked Yeontan for him when he was away busy with his schedule.
You lived a few apartments down from each other, and frequently came home at the same time, so after a few months of faint smiles and glances at each other, Taehyung struck up conversation first. Complimenting your outfit, well, mainly your long coat as it was the middle of winter and you were in as many layers as possible.
You blushed, not expecting him to have said anything at all considering your history of silent exchanges. You muttered a quite thank you in response before turning the key into your lock. Before you could fully open your door though, you felt someone's hand on your shoulder.
You turned around startled but calmed down immediately upon the realization that it was just Taehyung.
He apologized for starling you before he started speaking again, "Listen, I've actually been looking for someone to look after my dog Yeontan for the few times I have to go out of town, but I haven't found anyone I can trust with him. I see you everyday and you're only down the hall, would you be interested in maybe watching him a few times?", he finished asking as he looked down at you committed to getting a yes.
You don't know why you agreed, I mean, you didn't know him THAT well, you were just neighbors, maybe it was his sultry deep voice that lured you in, but you found yourself agreeing.
Taehyung cheered excitedly and asked for your phone number so he could reach you when he needed, and after that day, you two become inseparable.
Tae had really grown to appreciate you and you felt the same way, however, Taehyung had other feelings brewing too.
Taehyung didn't want to admit it but he had developed a bit of a crush on you...
So when he had you over to watch a movie one day, he decided to make his move. However, the one guy that brought them together in the first place seemed to be the one delaying any romance at the current moment.
Yeontan sat nuzzled between Y/n and Taehyung.
Tae tried to slide his arm around your shoulders, but because he wasn't sitting as close to you as he'd have liked, the classic arm over shoulder trick didn't have its desired effect on you since you barely even noticed.
Eventually Taehyng couldn't take it and decided to pretend to throw something in the other direction off the couch and Yeontan bounced off.
Y/n looked at Taehyung confused before looking at Taehyung's arm behind her and noticing the awkward position his arm was in.
"Ohhhhh", Y/n smirked as she scooted closer to Taehyung. "That's why you told Yeontan to scram.", Y/n laughed as Taehyung's face turned bright red.
He didn't think Y/n would catch on so quickly.
Jungkook
Jungkook had met you through BigHit and you quickly became friends. What was funny about your relationship was that Y/n actually liked Jungkook first.
Though they were friends and spent a lot of time together, Y/n was too shy to ever bring up any feelings. Jungkook had a lot of women interested in him and though he never really expressed interest in any of them, he would play along just so he didn't make anyone feel awkward. Of course, Y/n had to pretend like she didn't care even though she knew his 'advances with the women weren't genuine, she still didn't like having to watching it.
What ended up happening was that one day while Jungkook was having a conversation with Namjoon, he ended up spilling the fact that he was looking for a particular partner and as he was describing this person, Joon pointed out that Kook basically described you.
Hence Jk's crush was born. Or shall we say, his crush was unearthed
Sooooo, when Jungkook invited you out for a walk with Bam one day, you two were walking and having fun as the two of you usually do. You happened to be holding Bam's leash, and JK was ready to profess his love for you. He had a whole speech prepared in his head and everything.
But before he could even do that, Bam started running and you, due to holding the leash, was now being sent all over the place as Bam sent Y/n running with him.
Yes, Bam had ruined Jungkook's confession.
So Jungkook, being all sporty, caught up to the two of you easily and took Bam's leash. You laughed as you kneeled over, trying to catch your breathe. Jungkook teased you about your lack of athleticism and you pushed him over. Now the both of you were laughing.
In the midst of all of that, Jungkook just blurted it out. "I like you".
You stopped laughing and stood up straight, giving him a confused look. "What?", you asked. Y/n was nervous, what'd he mean that he likes me?
"I uh, like you, like, uh, like,like you, y- you know", Jungkook's eyes were darting back and forth from you and Bam who was staring up at his owner adoringly.
Man, if only dogs could talk, cuz this is awkward, Jungkook thought to himself.
"Well, I um, like,like,you", Y/n said looking down.
"Good", he said.
"Yep", Y/n said as they continued walking.
Kook couldn't wait to tell Namjoon. He was in love.
#bts#bts scenarios#bts writing#jungkook#jin#suga#jhope#rm#taehyung#park jimin#jimin#bts reactions#bts fanfic#seokjin#hoseok
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Please please please
fem pronouns anon comforting Adam after Dorian Gray. Angst to fluff, if it's not asking to much a romantic kiss and some spice?
I will fucking PAY you if you give me this.
Feel free to tip me via my Kofi if you like it. This is actually going to cover about 3 of the drabble requests. 2 of them were specifically for fem-pronouns anon comforting Adam after the Dorian incident so this should cover quite a few bases.
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Following the incident at Dorian Gray’s mansion I retreated into a state of semi-solitude. I rarely left my quarters and only came down when I required food or when I was needed for some duty that could not be handled without my great strength. To describe my mood as morose in recent days was inadequate. I was consumed by a stew of miserable emotions such that I had scarcely felt before. Dorian had accomplished something no other ever had. He’d made me feel small. Even Victor, hurling abuses at me, had never managed to strip me of my pride the way Gray had. I misliked the feeling and there was a deep need within me to show Dorian Gray that I was not to be trifled with. I’m sure he thought that one so ugly as myself must be grateful for crumbs, that I would simply tolerate his mistreatment of me because he was fair of face and I was not.
It was true that I was too easily moved by beauty, but I was not so foolish as to allow myself to be enslaved. I had proven as much and I longed to do more still. There was a desire in me to grasp Dorian’s pretty head by those golden curls and hold his face into a scorching pyre until he came away as wretched and grotesque as myself. Can one still smile so cruelly if they no longer have lips? Perhaps I would hate him less if he were charred and forced to walk the world in the new face I’d given him. My own brand on him, showing off my “conquest.”
And yet, there was some part of me that could not relish the thought as much as I wanted. I knew that no amount of fire could ever burn away the touch of his hands from my skin.
I do not like to be mastered.
There was still more to the matter. Loathe though I am to admit it, what had drawn me to Dorian’s beauty was how much he had resembled the others. The bride, the child, the face in the locket. Golden hair, blue eyes, and rosy-pale skin, mocking me and taunting me with that which I could never have, reminding me with their loveliness that I was monstrous. They had all looked upon me with horror and fear. It was foolish of me to think Dorian might look at me with tenderness instead. It had not occurred to me that there could come a day where someone, lacking in fear of me, would choose to dangle that which I craved before my eyes and use it to mock me.
One thing was for certain, I would not allow him to walk away from this unscathed.
It was in this state of pensive melancholy that Anon found me, seated by the fire place in a comfortable chair that had been built to accommodate my large size. When I glanced over at her she took a halting step back. I willed my face to soften, aware that I must have looked dreadful in my enraged state.
“I-I just wanted to check on you. I brought some tea” she stammered, holding out a tray for me to see.
I lifted a hand and gestured for her to approach, sharply, crooking my fingers inward towards my palm “Fine, I will allow it. Come here,” I was, perhaps, more curt than I had intended for it took her a moment to summon her courage before she crossed the room. She paused again half way and glanced back at the door. Clearly she was having second thoughts…
I fought to keep from saying something harsh. In my current state of emotional rawness her hesitance risked raising my ire. Anon was the most recent addition to the group, yet I had hoped in the weeks we’d been together she had become accustomed to me. We had seen each other almost daily and I found her company agreeable, for she was quiet and thoughtful. Though maybe that was only because a certain fear of me kept her reserved. Still, she was making an effort now and she had brought me tea, I could not deny that I felt ingratiated to her for her kindness. I was fond of her, even if she did not yet think me her friend.
She set the tray on the end table beside me. I noticed something intriguing about the arrangement. Something which did much to improve my mood.
“I see you have provided two cups,” I commented, flickering my eyes back at her. Even seated I didn’t need to look up to meet her gaze. When she smiled and nodded, I indicated the vacant chair across from mine.
“Sit, join me. I have been too long in my own head tonight. It will do me good to have company,” recalling Dr. Watson’s lessons on courtesy and feeling slightly guilty over my gruffness, I took to filling both cups and even managed a smile as I handed hers to her. I was a gentleman now. I must not forget that. Watson had stressed to me the importance of conducting myself as a gentleman if I wished to be perceived favorably. He reminded me often to mind myself. Kind as he was it was as if he was afraid that if I forgot for even an instant the fine manners he had taught me I would devolve into a beast. I was sure my behavior at Gray’s breakfast had colored his perception of me.
He hadn’t looked me in the eyes since I had nearly killed Gray.
“I heard about Dorian Gray. I’m sorry you had to go through that,” Anon said timidly.
My cup stopped halfway to my lips. I held it there, staring her down as I resisted the urge to curl my lip, “I asked for your company. I don’t need your pity,” It was difficult not to be sharp, my pain was still fresh and my patience thin.
She frowned at me, “It’s not pity. I’ve known people like Dorian Gray! You don’t deserve what he did and it’s not fair that he got away with it!”
I was taken aback by her passion. She had risen from her chair and was standing, hand clenched in a fist with her whole body vibrating. She truly was angry on my behalf. I set my untasted tea down and stared at her in mild shock.
“No, it is not fair and I do not intend to let him get away with it.”
Anon flinched at the cold resolve in my voice. She seemed to mull over her words very carefully before she spoke again, “I don’t think you should go after him. As much as he might have hurt you, I don’t think hurting him back is the answer.”
“What is the answer then?” I snarled, all attempts to be restrained forgotten, “Do I continue to go through life letting people abuse me? Shall I watch every other soul around me experience the joys of good will and compassion while I must be eternally grateful if those individuals do not choose to strike and curse me? Shall I take an absence of outright cruelty as benevolence?! What generous charity it is that people do not beat me or shoot me! Yes! For one as ugly as I it is an act of kindness when those who are themselves beautiful do me the gracious good of withholding their violence!” I had worked myself in to a rage and there was no stopping it until it had run its course, “I will not be content any longer! I tell you this, Anon, if a man dares to strike me again, I will not turn my other cheek to him! It is my teeth he will get! If I am to be made no better than a dog who may eat scraps but never be welcome at the table then I will tear throats!” seeing her cower I quieted, heaving a deep sigh and feeling remorseful for my outburst. At any rate, I was too wearied at the thought of continuing to curry favor with mankind to be passionate any longer.
“I thought when I left the arctic the world would be different, but it is not. Kindness for those like me does not exist outside of this group and even within it I must always be wary of breaking invisible rules lest my tenuously granted humanity be revoked,” I could feel my eyes begin to sting. My heart ached, as it always did when my anger ran its course, “I am so tired…” I confessed brokenly. I held out my hand to her, I was pleading with her and I no longer knew for what.
Her hand met mine and held there. Through the language of touch something passed between us, an understanding that reached me despite myself. Trembling a little I held her gaze and lifted her hand to my lips. I am not a monster. I am a gentleman.
I am…
I am only a man. No more good nor evil than any other despite my countenance.
I needed someone to see that. I kissed her hand, as delicately as I could with my malformed lips. She never broke my gaze and when I released her, she reached out to touch my face. It was then I shut my eyes. Wanting nothing to exist in the moment but her touch. When she traced the scars of the stitches that had held my skin together. I came undone, tears slipping through my closed eye lids. She kissed my brow, I tilted my face up, silently begging for more. I had no pride left, only a hollow ache that refused to go away.
With the softest, barest, touches her lips lighted against my face. They whispered over my cheeks, fluttered against the tracks of my tears and finally landed once upon my mouth. She drew my head to her shoulder and stroked my hair. I held her to me and cried into the soft material of her blouse. She cried with me. If she lacked in courage before she made up for it now in kindness and what she gave me I took greedily.
She kissed me again, longer, more lingering. My hands found her waist, drawing her closer, needing more of her. There was a growing desperation in my kiss and it was with great reluctance that I finally forced myself to pull back before I took more than had been offered.
“I’m sorry. That was not appropriate,” I stood and straightened, forgetting my cold tea and my brooding.
She grasped my arm and shook her head “I care about you, Adam. It wasn’t pity that brought me here tonight. It wasn’t fear that made me nervous either,” a blush crept across her cheeks as she confessed shyly.
My shock must have been obvious for she squeezed my arm fervently, “Adam, please-kiss me again?” she asked.
I traced my hand along the curve of her cheek, slowly, almost reverently. I was sure the look on my face must have been akin to wonder, “Are you certain? Is-is it really what you want?” I asked in a low whisper.
She nodded and reached out her arms for me. I gathered her up, lips eagerly meeting hers again. When we parted she gave me a meaningful look and told me that I didn’t need to be alone tonight if I didn’t want it. As I carried her to my bed she wrapped her arms around my neck and promised me that I would never be alone again…
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wip wednesday (3/6)
this is just a few of the fics i've been writing (in no particular order)... if any of these interest u pls let me know so i can know if anyone actually wants to read these😭 i don't have a taglist (yet) but feel free to follow my sideblog @sageispunklibrary for updates!!!
★ college! silas x black fem fwb! reader (breeding kink!!!)
“Damn girl…” Silas moaned below you, gripping your hips as you moved up and down his length. The two of you locked eyes with mouths wide open, nothing coming out as you listened to the nasty, gushing sounds emanating from where your bodies met. You were on your feet, using the strength in your legs to keep you sliding on his length at a good pace.
★ businessman! cliff (mef au) x black fem! reader (age gap series--this one has the most written, like a few pages)
Your eyes were beautiful, he couldn’t get enough of the way you looked up at him, but at the same time felt as though he would combust if you continued. There was something in those eyes, he couldn’t place it yet but he knew he wanted to find out.
Clifford tilted your head back slightly, spreading your jaws apart just a tiny bit more to get you to stick your pretty pink tongue out for him. He was already rock hard at this point, but the way your tongue fell out almost automatically for him had his dick twitching painfully in his pants. Positioning himself slightly above your face, he gathered the warm saliva gathered in his mouth before pushing it out between his lips. The both of you watched as the string of spit slowly fell down to your waiting tongue.
He closed your mouth for you, watching with hooded eyes as you eagerly swallowed down his spit, looking at him as if you wanted him to do it again. “So fuckin’ pretty..”
★ toxic ex fwb! fontaine x gullible fem! reader (angsty smut!!!)
“M’sorry..” Fontaine’s voice was quiet, softer than usual, and the slight quivering in it made your heart nearly break. Your eyes closed this time, in an attempt to stop any tears from falling, but you could still feel them pooling in the corners. “I mean it.” He landed a soft, barely noticeable kiss on your thigh, nuzzling it before kissing you again. The more firm his kisses became, the more it was beginning to affect you. That stirring deep in your belly grew louder and louder, almost overcoming those sad, angry thoughts storming around in your head.
additional thoughts that haven’t been drafted yet:
fontaine nsfw alphabet (anon request)
husband! fontaine x reader x stranger! yoyo (on vacation)
pervy! silas x bestfriend! reader series
#wip wednesday#fontaine#fontaine x reader#fontaine x black reader#mef#method man#method man x reader#angst#smut#my writing#sageispunk#black fanfiction#black fanfic writer#black reader#black writers
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hello there! love your work :) i'm wondering how much you personally contributed to bot's backstory, and however much that may be, what you think of it - why do you think the decision was made to have bot be created by test tube and fan, as opposed to some other entity? the pair had already gotten an arc in ii2 about learning not to project their desires onto a child figure (fan's egg) so it's interesting that the same was done with them again in ii3. my love of the season is not really diminished by that decision (i still absolutely love ii3!!!) but it has bugged me haha :'D but anyway, i hope you're doing well!! thank you and have a lovely day <3
- clover anon
Hihi, love the question. Honestly, while I did contribute a bit to the Bot backstory, I'll say I had a lil less to do with it than a couple other writers. It's an element I've been excited about since we got some momentum on it conceptually, but since it's not my baby I can't give suuuuper definitive answers here.
We started with the character's existence before the backstory. "Bow has the votes, what now?" The initial thought was "welp, Purgatory Mansion'd, that's that. Who's next-up on the list?" I wouldn't wanna meddle with her s2 story by suddenly making her able to be a part of the competition. There was strong-enough pushback on this that we decided to consider our options and come to a fun compromise. Robot was pitched, and it opened up a lot of options, and we wanted to have a fairly firm grasp on which we'd run with before we wrote episode one.
To your question, there was debate on what element of the world Bot would fall under. Meeple-made was considered. Contestant-made was considered. And some additional options. Ultimately, we landed on the direction that'd keep Invitational's story a little more grounded and character-focused, which was an early goal, and kept it as a personal story between the contestants.
The Meeple option was, of course, very alluring. So-much-so that half the community was guessing that Bot was Meeple-related. Might've been the obvious conclusion based on how we've set up our lore thus far (not that I think this would necessarily be a negative, so long as the execution is strong). Besides this, we still have a lot to hit on with Meeple and we weren't looking to complicate it. It felt like a breath of fresh air to us to explore a mini-mystery that didn't tie back to where our past ones have.
While, again, I didn't add as much to the story of Bot's creation as others, I do think it's nice to let Test Tube take a lead in the story as opposed to Fan. In season two with Egg, it was largely a Fan story that Test Tube would step into. Here, it was fun exploring Test Tube get so caught up in the excitement of creation for the sake of creation that she didn't connect the dots on how her creation may not experience that same excitement. It felt like a nice evolution of where we left her off, now that she's better-equipped to empathize, while also giving her a story that directly hinges on everything she's prided herself on since the start of the show. But I totally get how the parallels to season two's story with Baby Shimmer could lead anyone to feel that we're treading similar ground.
I think that one of the most notable differences is that the story of Bot is Bot's story. I enjoyed the lil mystery and all, but to me the element I've been most excited about has been allowing Bot to have a pleasant time being themself and existing in a way that feels freeing to them. I had made some pitches early-on in the conceptualization of Bot that were more baked-into the pre-established lore, and would tie them more closely with Bow, but honestly I couldn't be happier with where we landed, because my originally route wouldn't make it easy to tell a story about Bot NOT being Bow, and this has meant a lot to me.
More to come!
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Do you have ✨opinions✨ about audio drama Patreon rewards?
Great!
(because Leanne is incapable of making decisions without external input)
We’re having some thoughts about a Patreon in our future, and would love to get a feel for what people might want from it! Aside from the standard stuff (ad-free eps, early access, Discord etc) we’re considering two main tiers:
- Weekly short stories for each ghost
- Bonus content (including cast commentary for each of the S2+ episodes, plus occasional sillies such as streams of us playing games that are much much too scary for us)
We’re also considering including a sticker in one of the tiers, plus things like a £1 no-reward tier, and a much higher tier that comes with one of our ghostie mugs.
So here’s the question: what would you like to see? Whether that’s suggestions within these existing ideas (I.e, “I only care about cast commentary if you cover x y z”) or whole other perks you’d like to see instead or in addition.
So please, give us your thoughts! (We’ll give them back eventually I promise). However you like: on this post, via asks (feel free to use anon if you’d like), even over DMs or email ([email protected]) if you’d prefer it not to be public.
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I really feel you & anon about KenDraws - when the first allegations about poor workplace treatment came out I thought maybe it was a case of poor management over malicious mismanagement; that a new indie studio had hired a lot of people out of college and not supported them properly or set unrealistic deadlines and failed to account for the fact that people have to work multiple jobs to support themselves (though the sharing of Erin's medical info always disgusted me and there's no way anyone can 'two sides' that imo) - i.e. it was stuff they could learn from and get better about, but for me KenDraws' account was the straw that broke the camel's back.
My jaw was on the floor learning KenDraws was the one who suggested Alastor stay at the hotel for his own entertainment, because that's part of the inciting incident and setup of the whole show. It's the kind of idea and dynamic that you'd expect the creator to come up with and come up with first, and be thought out as part of the story going forwards.
And to credit such an integral part of the show, plus several jokes, as 'additional writing'??? That is not additional writing, that is concept writing and script writing. It really made me mad to see how much of a struggle it was to get even that bare minimum of credit when Viv dropped so many ideas and lines that weren't her idea into the final pilot and covered it up with 'that was early draft stuff/we changed things around'. Reading the Discord logs it's blatantly not that, and if I can get ad hominem for a second there's a really maddening 'I'm too lazy and untalented to come up with this on my own, please help me' wheedling tone in Viv's messages to Ken - the whole 'I'm good at this and not that' thing especially. If you aren't good at it then either focus the pilot around your supposed strengths or credit your co-writers properly! Anyone whose had someone lazy or untalented sponge off them knows how uncomfortable and annoying it is to be stuck with someone like Viv as a boss. It feels like the main reason Brandon gets to be credited as a writer is because he's already a 'name' but anyone Viv considers beneath her it's free game to steal their ideas and fail to credit them when they provide her massive amounts of help because she knows her fandom will merrily throw them under the bus with a minimum amount of prompting from her, and sometimes none at all.
It's why I'm so glad to see Ashley and Michael thrive outside her shadow. I've seen mixed opinions on Faustisse and I'm not up to date with that, but I did see the screenshots about the issues she had getting paid and assuming that's Viv she's talking about, no one deserves to be exploited like that.
Viv mistreats the talent, they go elsewhere - and they don't stop being better than Viv at the thing she's failing so hard at rn. I'm so glad to see the rest of the indie animation scene supporting each other so much: I think this is the sense of community people wished for when Helluva started and why the biggest scandal to hit the fandom felt like it was when the pilot VAs got dropped so unceremoniously. It's just partly a community of people who got burned working for Viv who now have a perfect mental model of what they don't want in their working lives so they can make something better. I hope all the best for the people she's hurt & used
I don't have a think to add to this, Anon. This is absolutely beautiful and well said.
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Lips Like Sugar - Tony Stark X Female Reader
Title: Lips Like Sugar
Tony Stark X Female Reader
Additional Characters: Natasha, Sam, Bucky, Steve, Bruce (Mentioned), Paparazzi, press, tabloids (Mentioned), Friday, Fury (Mentioned), and Thor (Mentioned)
Requested by: Anon!
WC: 3,260
Warnings: Sugar baby/Sugar daddy vibes, slight age gap, awkwardness, anxiety, nervousness, slight suggestiveness (blink you miss it), teasing, taunting, Tony, rumors mentioned, Tony's whipped, soft Tony, slight angst, insecurities mentioned, and fluff
Stepping out of your Mercedes-Benz, you pressed the button on your keys; smiling at the sound of the quick beeps as it locked. Adjusting the many bags on your arms, you raised your hand and adjusted your Gucci sunglasses before walking into the Avengers Tower. You greeted the receptionist with a warm smile before walking over to the elevator; your heels clicking and clacking against the white tile floor. You adjusted your shopping bags in your arms once again before speaking, "Friday? Can you take me to Tony, please?" You called out to the AI, glancing at the ceiling of the elevator.
"Absolutely, Miss. L/N," Friday spoke, activating the elevator, "Mr. Stark has been wondering when you'd arrive."
You hummed, glancing down briefly at your bags, "Hope I'm not late for anything?" You muttered out loud, not really asking for a response from the AI, but she answered your question.
"Nothing is on the schedule today. Mr. Stark and a few of the other Avengers are on the Common Floor."
You nodded just as the doors opened, your eyes landing on a few of the Avengers just seemingly hanging about. You didn't really have a good friendship with any of the Avengers, which saddened you. Well, you had Steve, but it just felt like the others judged you. They seemed to judge you based on how you met your boyfriend, Tony Stark.
You were a freshman in college, at the ripe young age of twenty. You had just started college after taking a year off to save up to even get into the college of your dreams. But, it wasn't all sunshine and rainbows, in just a month, you were broke, and not even your job at the coffee shop down the road from campus could resurrect you. You lived off of ramen noodles and whatever free food you could get around campus, it wasn't really the life you thought you'd be living; being a broke college student with dreams.
But, because of your major, and the specific class that you were in, you had the opportunity to join your class for a lecture. This lecture would be held by none other than Dr. Bruce Banner and Tony Stark. Sitting in the front row, sitting posed and straight-backed; you were ready to give all your attention to the teachings. You were very interested in what the two Avengers did, relating to science, of course. But, them being Avengers was one of the reasons you felt so giddy inside.
Well, you never thought anything other than learning something new would come out of the lecture, but no, you had caught the eye of the Tony Stark. Tony was talking about the newest invention he had made to help neutralize Gamma rays but as he was explaining, his eyes landed on yours. He fumbled slightly, but as quick as he stumbled, he regained his composure. Tony had been taken aback, you were gorgeous. His eyes lingered a little longer than necessary before he cleared his throat and continued talking. He kept stealing glances at you though, and it took you a while to even notice. And when you did, you couldn't help but feel like a deer in headlights. What could you say; he was a handsome man, sure. But, he was also the Tony Stark.
Now, Tony didn't make any real moves until he accidentally overheard that you weren't able to pay for the next semester of class. That day, while you were walking back to your dorm, Tony came to you with a deal of a lifetime. At first, you were shocked. Tony Stark was asking you to work for him as his assistant, and in return, he'd pay for your college tuition. It sounded pretty great, right? And it was, in the beginning, when paparazzi and people, in general, didn't know about the two of you.
Now, you didn't think you were Tony's Sugar Baby, but that's what the press thought. They dug up everything they could about you and found out, somehow, that Tony was paying for your tuition. And seeing that you were seen going to the Avengers Tower every couple of days; it would seem that you were his Sugar Baby. Though, as the weight of the overbearing paparazzi took its toll on you, you realized that maybe you were one. Technically, when you look it up on Google, a Sugar Baby is ‘a younger person who provides romantic companionship or sexual intimacy to a wealthy older person in return for gifts or financial support.’ Now, Tony gave you financial support, and you did spend time with him and work for him in return - sometimes grabbing a coffee; but nothing romantic or sexual... And he did give you a few gifts here and there- Oh, God, you were Tony Stark's Sugar Baby.
That didn't last long though, because the more you and Tony spent hanging about with one another, the closer you got. Now, your job as Tony's assistant was to help Pepper, his head assistant, if you will. You'd double-check his schedule for any possible mishaps or mistakes and bring him paperwork to sign. And over the past couple of months, you began to develop affection toward the billionaire superhero. You didn't know when it happened in those months. But one day you suddenly realized that you loved whenever Tony finished an invention, seeing the smile on his face made your heart skip a beat. And you loved watching him work at his lab, tinkering with things. One morning, when you went to grab the files that needed to be signed for the day, you entered his lab where you found him leaning over his desk, deep in concentration. That sight of him alone made your chest feel tight, and your stomach do somersaults. And he wasn’t even doing anything.
Tony wasn't really good with his feelings, really any feelings in general. He was prone to using sarcasm and wit to cover up his true emotions. So, he usually ended up bottling it up inside. But, with you, it was different; you saw through all his tough exterior. You saw a genuine human being, a hero, a man that was actually willing to put himself through hell for others, and for the greater good. Tony wasn't really used to that, sure there were the fans, but all they saw were the dollar signs. Tony knew there was something about you the day of the lecture at your school, and he knew he was in trouble. Never had he ever felt this way for anyone, that tightening in his chest and the warmth of his cheeks when you walk into the room; whether that be for him to sign something or to remind him about a meeting with Fury. Tony Stark wasn't good with emotions, but he fell for you and that realization scared him. Scared him because he didn't know how to handle them. And, on top of that, any relationship with you could never be, he was way too old for you. But you were so beautiful, intelligent, kind, and funny... He wanted to be selfish.
You did take into account the age gap, and you've heard of worse; twenty-four years wasn't that bad. Now, age is just a number, just as long as both parties are consensual adults. Anywho, you never thought in your wildest dreams that Tony would ever think about you in a romantic way. You thought he just saw you as some kid, and well, his first nickname for you was 'kid.' But, after seven months of working for him, Tony actually asked you out on a date. And to his surprise, you agreed to go.
You thought he'd take you to some fancy restaurant, ride up in a limo, and share a bottle of champagne, but it was actually the opposite. Tony ordered takeout, knowing how much you love Chinese, and even got a private screening of one of your favorite movies at the theaters. It was the sweetest and the most romantic date you had ever been on, and that date led to another, and another, and another...
You and Tony had gone through a lot together, from feeling Tony insecure about his age and you constantly worrying when he went on missions; you both got through it all together though. You were always there for him when he was feeling especially anxious or insecure, holding him after terrible nightmares, and being there when just life in general seemed hard. You were never one to sit back and watch Tony struggle through the difficulties, you always jumped at the chance to help and protect. And he did the same. He knew that his promises of coming home safe meant everything to you, that there were times when you just needed him beside you, and Tony would always make sure that you knew how much he loved you. You were grateful that you even got to the point of joking around about the whole 'sugar baby' fiasco. It was awkward at first, sure, but now when he sometimes calls you ‘sugar baby,’ you just laugh.
And now, two years later, yes, it was still hard to go out some days, but not for the reason of being claimed to be Tony's sugar baby, but for a whole new reason entirely. Now the press, tabloids, paparazzi, and whoever was trying to stir up that you were nothing but a gold digger, just with Tony for his hard cold cash. Which is anything but the truth. Yes, Tony buys you tons and tons of gifts, but most of the time they are heartfelt and not just a giant bunny that takes up space. And, yes, you enjoyed some of the presents he did give you, but you didn’t care for the gifts or the fancy dinners, or the nice cars. You cared about Tony. You had gotten to the point of acceptance; you knew that as long as you were with Tony, in any way, you were going to have to deal with all the drama. And it was worth it. He was worth it. You loved him and he loved you, and that was all that mattered.
Though you didn't care about whatever the press brought up, you felt that you needed to prove to the other Avengers that you weren't just with Tony for his money. For the past two years that you had been at the Avenger Tower, you had only met some of the Avengers a good handful of times. Steve and Natasha the most out of them all. Most of the time they were on missions and that didn't give you much of a chance to meet them when they were states or countries away. You had an inkling that their hesitance around you when you were in the same room was because of the rumors about you, but the rational part of your brain told you that that was just paranoia. Maybe it just takes them a while for them to warm up to others, you could see that. All a misunderstanding. Anyway, the point is that you wanted to try and get to know the others, even if it would be a bit awkward.
"Mr. Stark, Babelicious has arrived." Friday's voice echoed throughout the room, making you groan. You hated that nickname Tony gave you.
All eyes turn to you as you walk your way to the bar of the kitchen, setting a few bags on the ground, one of the bar stools, and the last two on the bar counter. You let out a sigh as you took off your sunglasses, setting them too on the counter. You could feel their eyes burning on the back of your head as you shuffled through the bags, you made sure you had everything; but before you could even begin to put anything away, you heard your name.
"Y/N! Babe! You're back. Goodie." He greeted you, with a kiss on the cheek, , his scratchy archer beard making you smile. “What treats did you bring me?”
"Hey, T, I brought what you asked." You answered softly, taking out the groceries, "You said that we were out of the coffee grounds you like so I got those, and I made sure to grab more chocolate sauce since you practically drink all of it on our ice cream Sundae Sundays. I also got a box of PopTarts for Thor on the off chance he visits. Along with other foodie stuff that was on the shopping list." You informed him, immediately going into your 'girl boss assistant mode,' as Pepper called it; looking up at Tony after you finished unbagging the other groceries, letting out a happy little sigh.
"You’re an angel, babe.” Tony thanked you, before continuing, “Did you get yourself anything?" He then asked, leaning against the bar counter, unable to take his gaze off of you; you looked amazing today, just like every day.
You only shook your head, "No, I didn't need anything." You spoke and Tony sighed, reaching his hand up to brush a few stray hairs out of your face and behind your ear.
"You know you can get anything you want, right? If you see something you like, just get it. I'm a billionaire, I can afford it." He told you, smirking slightly.
"It’s not that I don’t think you can afford all I desire, my love. It’s just that I don't need anything. I got you." You countered and Tony chuckled lightly.
"Well, you deserve it all." He responded, making you hum.
"Well, what I deserve right now, is a good ol' nap." You muttered, placing your hands on Tony's chest as his hands secured tightly around your waist, “And I need some handsome someone who could put the groceries away.” You spoke slyly, looking up at Tony with an innocent-looking smile, "I'll be in our room if you need me, okay?" You asked; tracing your fingers over the outline of the arc reactor over his ACDC shirt.
Tony nodded, practically swooning after you leaned up and placed a quick kiss on his lips, lingering there before you headed down the hall. Tony stood there, savoring the soft touch of your lips, the scent of your perfume filling his senses, the warmth radiating off of you. He missed you already.
"You're whipped, man." A voice called out to him, breaking him out of his thoughts.
Tony turned and moved around the corner, his eyes meeting four other pairs. He almost forgot they were there. Sam sat on the couch next to Bucky and Steve as Natasha sat on the armchair; most of them were smirking or had mischievous looks in their eyes, Tony didn't like it.
Tony frowned slightly, clearing his throat as he got to putting the groceries away as quickly as he could. "I'm not whipped, Rocket Man," Tony replied, only making Sam let out a taunting chuckle.
"No, you're whipped, bro. She's got you wrapped around her little finger." The Falcon said, earning a snicker from Bucky and a roll of his eyes from Steve. "You don't stop buying her stuff."
"Yeah," Steve said, "You buy her gifts all the time. Just yesterday you tried to buy her another car."
"Can't have just one." Tony muttered, putting the bag of potatoes away.
Natasha then spoke, looking up from the book in her lap, "You bought her a vacation cabin in Norway.”
"See? I give great gifts," Tony tried to defend himself. “For her and friends.”
Sam gave Tony a small glare, "You give terrible gifts, last Christmas you gave me a shower curtain."
Bucky nodded towards Sam, "That's actually pretty nice-"
"It had Bob Ross's face plastered all over it. With the words, ‘I’m a happy little tree’." Sam deadpanned, making Bucky frown.
"Oh..."
Tony only huffed, rolling his own eyes, "Anyway, ignoring the hate I’m getting present-wise, you can't blame me that I'm a catch. I'm hoping you all don't believe the tabloids or news. She's not out for my money, so stop worrying. But that doesn't mean she doesn't deserve someone who can treat her like a queen." He spoke sternly, standing up for you, "And, well, if you look around, I can do that." He spoke, waving a hand dismissively around the room.
"We are just looking out for you," Steve gave Tony a smile, "I'm glad you two have each other, Tony," He started, "If she makes you happy, then we're happy for you." He added, making Tony sign dramatically.
"This place is getting too sappy for my taste. If you need anything ask Friday, I'll be with my lady love." Tony spoke, hiding that he was actually appreciative of Steve's comment and unknowingly confirming that he was indeed whipped for you.
Softly opening the door, Tony slipped into the room and slowly shut the door behind him. The living space was dark and quiet, only the soft sound of the afternoon birds chirping could be heard outside the curtain-covered windows. Tony took off his shoes, practically dragging himself over to the bedroom; he was also tired after a long day of being rich, and talking to Fury. The door was ajar, allowing the Iron Man to gently push it open and sneak inside; not wanting to wake you from your well-deserved nap.
Going over to his massive closet, Tony grabbed a tank top and sweatpants before changing; heading over to the large king-sized bed where you cuddled with Tony's pillow, held tightly to your chest. Tony admired you for a moment before he got under the plush, warm covers. Holding himself up on his arm, Tony brushed your hair out of your face, not wanting to wake you but you were holding onto his pillow with a death grip and he sort of needed that back.
"Baby, you're holding my pillow hostage." He muttered, no louder than a whisper, his voice deep; watching as you mumbled something he couldn't quite understand before letting the pillow go. Pulling his pillow under his head, Tony got comfortable, his arm wrapping around your waist and pulling you into his warm chest.
Whether you were awake or still dreaming, you swiftly wrapped your arms around his waist, hiking your leg up to hook there as well; your usual sleeping position. "Tony?" You called out to him softly, a voice as soft as a mouse.
"Yeah, babe?" He asked, matching your gentle tone, his hand on your waist rubbing up and down; his fingers dipping under the shirt that you had stolen from him.
"I love you," You whispered, your words slow and sleepy, turning your head up to look at him.
Tony hummed, his voice deep and slightly raspy, "Love you too, Y/N/N," He answered before nuzzling his nose briefly with yours. "Give me some sugar?" He then asked teasingly, loving the little, sleepy smile that graced your soft features.
Leaning up slightly, you pressed your lips on Tony's, your hand running through his hair, causing Tony to shiver slightly, his heart fluttering at the feeling. As you pulled away, he smiled down at you, his eyes softening when they met yours and you let out a tiny content sigh and closed your eyes once more; digging your face into the crook of his neck. Tony let out his own sigh, his arm tightening around you as he shut his own eyes. You both drifted off to sleep almost instantly, lost in each other's arms and dreams.
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Note: Barn Anon. decided to play around with this idea while zoning out through work.
He hoists his backpack higher as he trudges through the thick undergrowth. The mocking words of his fellow researchers echo in his mind and he grits his teeth. Soon, soon he will prove them wrong. His backpack suddenly gets pulls off him and he turns to see none other than his own Ultramarine staring back at him. No words are spoken but he can feel the disapproval and wariness in his gaze.
"Look, all I need is proof okay? Just something, anything! I know I'm right about this... You believe me don't you?" He looks up at his Ultramarine who has been his loyal pet friend for the past few years.
A deep sigh comes from the blue behemoth but his friend doesn't leave. Good enough for him he figures. Slipping a hang into his pocket he pulls out a map that's decorated with the ramblings of a madman and old drops of blood. But if he is right then the former owner of this map isn't mad, the former owner didn't die chasing fantasies. Crude sketches of landmarks and arrows with half sensible annotations give him the directions he seeks. A few more days of trekking through this unforgiving forest, just a few more days.
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The sun was just starting to set behind the mountains when he spots it, rushing forward and ignoring the alarmed shouts from his Ultramarine. His eyes are set on the massive and slightly eerie run down structure in front of him. it looks like part of a fortress's outer walls. It's design reminds him of what that massive pack of Imperial Fists had built in the park near his home. Yet it has it's own distinct characteristics that differ from the typical fortresses built.
His Ultramarine is at his side and trying to pull him away from the structure but he pulls away from his pet friend. Instead he takes his camera out and starts snapping pictures. His eyes are drawn to an worn out symbol and he rushes to clear the leaves and vines off it. Could it be? The symbol of one of the Lost Legions? A frustrated grumble leaves his lips when he realizes it's getting quite dark. When he turns to get his backpack from his Ultramarine, he's annoyed when his Ultramarine refuses to do so and starts pulling at his arm.
Why? He knows how much this discovery means to him! With this he can prove to his fellow researchers that he was right! The Lost Legions? They still exist, far from the touches of human civilization. There's more breeds of space marines out there than they thought and he will be right!
Then his Ultramarine seems to have heard something. He lets out a startled shout when he's picked up and held over his Ultramarine's arm. His Ultramarine now at full sprint away with him from the structure. Anger and annoyance flares and burns only to sputter out when in the growing darkness, he spots shadows moving without a sound. Each one the size of a Space Marine yet with they have their own distinct style that mark them different from the Loyalists and Chaos that are already so well known.
Then a shot rings out. His Ultramarine falls and he hits the ground hard, half crushed under his Ultramarine. The last thing he sees are more silhouettes of the Lost Legion marines closing in as his Ultramarine tries fruitlessly to fight them off. He closes his eyes one last time.
He was right about the Lost Legions.
Barn Anon gonna be honest I feel like a publisher for your works because how do I add onto this? I spent the past 5 minutes trying to figure out how to add onto this.
I tried my best
Feel free to ignore my addition I decided to try something a little bit more horror? A little bit more dread? A little bit more
But like I said feel free to ignore this
He opens his eyes feeling sore... sore? He makes the mistake of looking down and swallowing a scream. There must be a tech-marine around or a techpriest as the leg that was crushed under his Ultramarine companion was fully replaced by mechanics that few people seem to understand how it works.
No one wants to look deeper into the sudden appearance of these demi-god like beings... no one wants to question their behaviors... no one wants to look beyond the surface that there are suddenly demigods who decided to spend time with certain humans. Everyone likes to joke how they adopted their marine when in the painful itching cancerous thought in the back of your mind tells you the truth... they chose you for some reason. To accept the love and affection that people give to them just like his Ultramarine.
They speak in that language that no one can really follow as soon the helmeted heads all turn to his groggy face. He is painfully aware of how thirsty he is and how weak he is. He's painfully aware of his own mortality is this how some owners feel right before they get mauled.
He sees his Ultramarine rush into the room and carefully pick him up.
"I was right." He says deliriously with a pale smile, "They do exist."
A childing sigh and some words he doesn't understand are the reply as an unarmored hand just pets his hand. In this situation he feels like the silly little pet that got hurt and just woke up... tail wagging and happy to see its owner.
"Rest." A raspy voice scrapes out from a hooded figure as he looks away from the uncomfortable face... with tubes and wirings pushing and plugged into human flesh. He never did like admech... far too horrifying. But he somehow heeded it leaving his Ultramarine to deal with the consequences of this expidition.
What was going to happen to them?
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Hi, I've decided to officially end this blog.
It took a lot of time thinking about it (tbh i was even thinking about it before the anon) and discussion with close friends and I think I am done.
This blog was used to help me get through various parts of my life, and it can no longer serve that purpose. It's done its job wonderfully and helped me cope and even make a friend circle after isolating myself for a few years. I never thought I'd ever have an actual friend group, but it's something that was made possible VIA this blog.
It hurts a lot to end it, I won't lie, I'm like actually mourning it rn but I've started to develop a sort of resentment towards the blog and plot askblogs due to Mental Illness and I think I just cannot keep holding onto this blog anymore. So, I decided it's best to let it go before I hate it. I doubt I'll come back to finishing it after posting the plot outline, seeing as it's all out in the open, but you never know.
The doc contains the outline with a header to jump to where this blog left off. I got pretty far in so I feel extra down about tossing in the towel here, but that's just how it is. I've tried many ways to salvage my motivation, lowering art quality being the main one as art is my job now and it's no longer the escape it used to be, but I don't think the workload itself is the issue.
If I move onto future projects, you will likely see me post them on @aibouart , so feel free to check the art blog out and follow if you'd like. I am not abandoning the characters here, I will continue to draw them likely and RP them and whatnot. You can send asks OOC anytime, just know I may not be very active~
Anyways, here's the plot outline. Some things are not included in it despite having been planned because they were either up in the air on their specifics, or were late additions not added in yet (nast stops appearing in the outline some ways into it as they were a new addition to help give Andan another person to have a better dynamic with. They were planned to become friends < 3 )
Thank you for reading and for your patience, as well as everyone's continued support over the years. This blog was great as a form of expression and art, and great to get me socialising. I discovered many things about myself over the course of being here on Tumblr and this blog was one of the starting points~
If you'd like some minor additional content, you can go and read over old memes: @andanteooc
Or the related blog: @andanterelated
The related blog consists of memes I've reblogged tagging relevant characters.
You can feel free to send me asks to talk about the plot outline or anything else. I won't post any spoilers until tomorrow, or I'll just tag them "andante spoilers///" if you were interested in the doc to read at a later date.
Please note it is missing quite a few details as I used to log the combat or speech sections separately before actually putting them in the doc (the og was pasted from a tumblr page). I can answer asks about things that weren't addressed because of its nature, but will not repeat myself if it's been asked haha.
Thank you again. I initially started this blog with a goal in mind and succeeded in it years ago, so I think I can be happy that it went above my original goals.
#yeahyeahyehayehay#you can dm me too about it if u don't wanna use asks or it's too much to send#but fanmail works for that as well#just note i may be less inclined to respond to DMs as they're more personal in that way#but i will read them#unless you ignored the giant plastered warning on the doc then i will just like#ignore u#text#update#queuedante
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❝ he stands you up on a date without meaning to but later comes to apologise and comfort you ❞
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❝ Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference. ❞
— The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost
i. when curiosity calls, my footsteps begin to echo on their own
If the Devildom was a maze of secrets, this sorcerer was an explorer. His alert eyes observed and recorded every little detail. He noticed how the roads there had a habit of rearranging at will to include and exclude routes so one often came across new additions.
While on the way to meet you for a date, when Solomon stood at a familiar intersection only to find a new shortcut (apparently) to his desired destination (you), he couldn’t resist the urge to take it. He reasoned that he was running a little early so he might as well indulge himself and see where it leads to.
But.
Curiosity killed the cat…
His decision proved fatal because the path he took was a mischievous one and played all sorts of tricks on him.
Time slowed down there.
What felt like minutes to him were hours for you.
ii. when did the warmth i felt turn into this cold loneliness?
You tapped your feet impatiently and looked at your watch. The tickets that you held in your hands felt heavier than it had done a few moments ago.
What was the point when the movie was over?
Your mood was ruined as your hand wrapped around the tickets, wrinkling them. After throwing those in the bin nearby, you summoned Asmodeus because you didn’t have the strength to walk all the way back alone.
The Avatar of Lust looked crestfallen as he wrapped his arms around your trembling shoulders and rubbed your back soothingly.
“Oh [Name], don’t cry hon. I’m so sorry. Something must have come up for him to go to the Valley of Thorns.”
…
…What?
Freeing yourself from his hold, you stared accusingly at him. “Asmo, what’s this Valley of Thorns?”
Asmodeus looked uncomfortable as he swayed back and forth and tried to avert his gaze. He should have kept it inside the darkest part of his heart but it was too late now.
He spoke hesitantly, “Well… I saw him earlier. He took the path to a place in the Devildom reserved for extremely skilled sorcerers. It’s called Valley of Thorns. I wondered why he wasn’t going to meet you… I’m sorry I didn’t stop him.”
So, he deserted you for business. A phone call wouldn’t have hurt. Right? Then again, it was Solomon. He had the tendency to vanish for weeks on end without prior notice. It was foolish of you to expect special treatment. Work always came first with him.
To be fair, he had become the strongest sorcerer by himself and he’ll keep improving long after you are gone.
Still.
You needed someone who could value your time.
The time that he had in abundance and you had in the palm of your hands — so fleeting and fragile.
Time.
You gulped the bitter feeling of betrayal and moved on. “Let’s go back home, Asmo.”
iii. if you hear me tapping on your heart, keep an ear out for the “i love you”
The call came at 2 in the morning. Since nobody called you that late at night, your sleep-addled brain expected the absolute worst. It must be an emergency! You didn’t want to ignore the phone call only to learn in the morning that Beelzebub was out eating pillars that were the foundation of the house or that Lotan had flooded the entire house and you could have possibly drowned.
Putting the D.D.D against your ear, you said drowsily, “Mmm?”
“Thank goodness you picked up. [Name] I’m sorr-”
Cut!
On second thoughts, switching off your D.D.D sounded like a good option. Sadly, there was no peace for you in the Devildom because you soon heard audible taps on your window.
Getting up abruptly, your fingers dug into your bed sheet in horror when Solomon’s familiar voice made you sigh in relief. At least, that feral bastard was safe. For the most part, that was.
Huffing, you walked to the source of the sound and parted your curtains. Your complaints died down in your throat when you saw the exhausted look on his face. “[Name], can I come inside?”
Before you could come up with a witty retort, he lost footing but quickly summoned a spell to be suspended in midair. While floating, he turned to you with a sheepish grin and innocent eyes.
You let him inside to stop the madness.
After dusting his cloak and stretching, he walked towards you and said, “I’m so sorry I didn’t show up. Quite a few things happened. Asmo texted me saying that he had told you about some of it.”
He sighed dejectedly, “I thought I was taking a shortcut but it turns out that it was a cursed road that likes luring people in. As I later realised, it was the path to the Valley of Thorns and it’s designed to be challenging to reach the place. I was exhausted by the time I met all the sorcerers who live there.”
He looked conflicted as a deep frown settled on his features. Shuffling on his feet restlessly, he said, “I’d have liked to stay and chat with them but I came back at once.”
Your anger was nowhere near gone so you turned around sharply and spat, “So why did you come back? You could have had your date there, right?”
“Because no one there was you. I wanted to see you and spend time with you only.”
The sad lines around your eyes didn’t escape him and he was glad to see those melt a little.
With his signature smile, he asked, “Would you like to cuddle now that I'm here?”
“No. Not until I get that date you promised.”
“Okay. No problem.”
He magically summoned a screen on your wall and the movie you had plans to watch earlier started playing. Without ado, he plopped down on your bed and offered his arm as a pillow. “Our own movie theatre. I can be your personal blanket so come here.”
“...No thanks.”
He raised his eyebrows without making any sign of pulling his arm back. “I just fulfilled all your conditions right?”
Pouting, you said, “... Yes... Okay so... Let me bring popcorn and I better find you lying in that exact position when I come back! If you move, I'll kick you out!”
As you raced out with a grin, you could hear his low chuckle and some soothing words.
“I swear that this time I’ll keep my promise.”
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