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arethereanyoriginalusernames · 3 years

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Let’s Talk about The Curse (song)

Hey kiddos. Just for fun, I thought I’d try something where I think of ways to improve a song.

I’ve been playing instruments for 12 years, studied music theory for 6, and I’ve played in a string quartet and an orchestra. I’ve learned melody writing, and I’ve also learned how to read different clefts.

That being said, I don’t mean that you should take this post as gospel or anything. What I’m trying to say is that I’ve studied music for a long time, and I like to pretend that it wasn’t for nothing.

Anyways…

One of my major gripes with the music from Bad Luck Jack is how it all sounds like something that’s been done 100 times. And yes, I realize that originality is dead and all, and not everything is super, 100% unique. Nonetheless, the music in the short feels rather forgettable and like it could come from anywhere. There’s not too much about the songs that make them identifiable on their own.

I read a review that compared BLJ to High School Musical, and which said that The Curse was a song that did a good job portraying Jack’s angst. I don’t completely disagree with this. In terms of portraying character angst, I’d give the Curse a C+ passing grade. I can also see the comparison to HSM in terms of having kid friendly, simplistic lyrics.

However, the simplicity of The Curse is where my issues start to come in. Technically, it’s good. It’s decent. All lines have the same amount of syllables, the lyrics say what they need to say.

But it’s boring

Firstly, the rhymes here feel like something I would probably write in 4th grade poetry class. I do like the rhyming of “Apologize” and “Paralyzed” in verse 1. Apart from that, I’m not super impressed by stuff like “mine”, “shine” and “fine”.

Another thing about rhyming is that it can place emphasis on certain words in a song. This can help get your message across, and even set a tone. Some of my favourite rhyming in a song is in “Don’t Threaten Me With a Good Time” by P!ATD. The lyrics work really well to give this chaotic feel to the song, and part of that is how the rhyming scheme is structured and set up. “I told you time and time again, I’m not as think as you drunk I am” “I rode the city in a shopping cart, a pack of cougars and a smoke alarm”, etc.

Meanwhile, there aren’t a lot of stand out lines in the Curse. The only one I can typically remember off the top of my head is “It’s just too dangerous on my own”, and that’s mostly thanks to the brief change from singing to talking.

I also can’t really tell what’s supposed to be going on in “I wonder what it’s like… on my own” rhyming wise. “Corner” and “loner” kinda rhyme… and everything else is there. We don’t even follow the rhyming pattern from any of the previous verses. So I’m not entirely sure what the plan is here in this section.

Also, let’s talk about the music, oh the music! Y’know, I also enjoyed Dear Even Hansen!

So, apart from the lyrics sounding a bit like something me and my friends would message over Discord, we also have… such memorable backing music. Ah yes, we have an emotional song, so let’s get the piano!

Get the Piano Rodrick, we’ve got a sad song!

The music is the most frustrating part to me since it’s most generic sounding. Even after just listening to it, I struggle to remember the melody. It’s not awful, but it’s just ok.

The most disappointing thing about what is supposed to be this emotional song about Jack is, well… it’s not really specific to Jack. It feels like anyone in the story could sing this. Mackenzie or Addison could sing it, and it wouldn’t be too much different.

If I were to be locked in a room to rewrite this, here’s some things I think might help. For one, Jack plays the drums, right? Why not try to incorporate more drums into this? Percussion can be emotional. Or even just have a steady, noticeable beat going on in the background. It could be a cute way to be like “yeah, this is Jack’s song, bitches”. Also, why not throw in stuff lyrically that ties Jack to the song? Why not mention his luck? Why not specify that the danger he causes isn’t just bullying or something, but that a house could collapse on him?

The current lyrics could be applied to someone who just gets bullied, or who isn’t a good friend. While yes, the bullying is something Jack goes through, within the context of the song , we’re talking about the luck. Have him say something like “every time I meet someone I love, a fucking tree falls on me and hurts both of us.” Or “I will hurt people by just standing beside them, because a hurricane will start” Hell, we could even have something along the lines of “my friend has super powers which he needs to use to help me” “I go to sleep wearing a hard hat for safety”, spill the tea, Jack!

I also think genre wise, something soft indie rock a la “Say you won’t let go” by James Bay would work well here. It would also give a bit of flavour to the song. Yes, pianos are good for sad songs, but you can use other instruments.

Anyways

I apologize for wasting your time

-Spooky

#zoophobia

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undercoveravenger · 4 years

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Stone Guardian

Creature Week 2020: Day Three

Pairing: Gargoyle!Cato x Gender Neutral!Reader

Request: “Hey if I do this wrong please tell me so for creature week Cato x reader where he is a gargoyle (from French myths; they protect innocent and pure hearted people) maybe the reader was in trouble or something”

A/N: I made this one gender neutral, since the prompt didn’t seem to specify. Hope that’s okay!

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When you'd been offered a place on your university's art department's trip to Paris, you had jumped at the opportunity. You had thought that you would’ve had to have been absolutely crazy to have missed the chance to go explore such a fascinating city, but now that you were there? Maybe staying home would have been for the better after all.

Since you had arrived in the City of Lights you’d had nothing but trouble. The airline had misplaced your luggage, though miraculously the rest of your class’ things arrived without issue, the hotel had accidentally overbooked which left you sharing a room with the one person that had been making the class less enjoyable for you, and now this.

Your class had been taking a walking tour of many of Paris’ sights, you stopped for a few seconds to tie your shoelace, and when you looked back up, your classmates and the tour guide had disappeared.

You scrambled to catch up, but found yourself quickly becoming lost in the busy streets.

Eventually you wind up facing a large brick wall, the buildings on either side of you caging you in. Great, a dead end. Just what you needed after your already awful day. You turned around to start heading back the way you’d come, but found yourself hesitating when you noticed a pair of guys lingering near the end of the alleyway you had found yourself in.

Both men were clearly in decent shape, though they were arguing loudly, their speech slurred far more than you knew French typically was. A lecherous smile crept across one of the men’s face as he caught sight of you, “Bonjour, mon ami,” he called, stumbling closer to you, his friend trailing behind him. As they approached the smell of alcohol permeated the air, the scent almost as overwhelming as your looming sense of paranoia.

You knew that you could typically hold your own in this sort of situation, but you were on your own in a foreign country. Who knew what the police would do if someone were to report you for getting into a fight.

You backed away, raising your hands in the air placatingly. “Look, I’m not here for any trouble,” you said, hoping that the drunk strangers would listen. “I just got separated from my tour group and I’m trying to find my way back.”

“I’m sure we could keep you company until your group comes back for you,” the second man spoke, a sly grin tugging at his lips.

“That’s really not necessary-” You pulled a face, wincing as your back pressed against the wall behind you; there was nowhere left to go. You closed your eyes as the men continued advancing on you.

You flinched at the sound of a sudden thump in front of you, but you chose to keep your eyes closed, knowing that, with how your day had been going so far, you probably weren’t going to like what you saw.

“I believe they asked you to be on your way.” Your brows furrowed as a third stranger’s voice echoed through the alley; it sounded like he was between you and your would-be assailants, but with you at one end of the alley and the men at the other, your savior would have had to appear out of thin air.

The men muttered their displeasure, but they turned and left with no further issue. At the sound of their departure, you finally forced your eyes open and looked at your savior.

He was tall with ashy blond hair, brows drawn low over eyes that seemed caught halfway between grey and blue. He wore dark grey pants and a lighter grey shirt pulled tight across his broad shoulders. “Are you alright?” He asked softly as he cocked his head to the side, making himself look more like a confused puppy than the statuesque figure from before.

“I-” You cut yourself off, trying in vain to put your thoughts in order. “Yes, I am now. Thank you.”

The blond smiled, revealing a row of almost too-straight teeth with canines that extended just a little past what could feasibly be considered normal. “I’m glad. I try to help out good people when I can.”

You nodded, eyebrows furrowing as you glanced around. You couldn’t make out his footprints in the loose gravel, even though you could see the tracks left by you and both of the men from before. “Where did you come from?”

Your savior winced and your eyes were drawn to the odd shapes protruding up over his shoulders as they shifted. “I was nearby, so I figured I’d, er, drop in.”

“Is that so?” You were trying to keep him talking so you could try to get a better look at the strange things. “What were you up to?”

“I was just-” His eyes narrow as he notices your lack of attention, the appendages pulling tight against his back self-consciously. “Why are you looking at me like that? I’m not some freak show, got it?” His last words came out muffled by a quiet growl, eyes turning steely as he looked at you.

You shook your head quickly, trying to interrupt whatever his train of thought was, “No, no- It’s not that! You’re amazing.”

He looked confused and his wings fluttered unsurely, “You mean that?”

You nodded, slowly stepping closer to him cautiously. “Of course.” Your eyes widened as you got a closer look at him. You’d assumed it was the odd lighting of the alleyway casting strange shadows over him, but once you could see closer you realized that his skin was actually a pale marble. Miniscule cracks riddled the surface, years of wear having worn away bits of the stone near his joints and the edges of his wings. “I’m sorry I made you think I was afraid; I was just curious. I’ve never seen anyone like you before.”

The blond’s wings relaxed a little, unfurling slightly behind him and allowing you to get a better look at them. The membrane was thinner than what seemed possible for something carved from stone, rocky veins scattered along the length of them, and the boning was jagged, worn rough from what you assume had been years of flying. “I guess that’s pretty understandable.” He let out a quiet chuckle, “I’m not used to foreigners; most Parisians know a gargoyle when they see one.”

“Gargoyle, huh?” you mused curiously. “Shouldn’t you be, like, on a church or something?”

He laughed then, a full unrestrained laugh, “Yes, I suppose I should be.” His laughter faded to a soft grin as he looked down at you, “But we’re also meant to protect the good-hearted and I could tell you were in trouble.”

“Well, I appreciate the assistance anyway,” you grinned back up at him. You opened your mouth to say something, but were interrupted by the chiming of your phone. You groaned when you checked the message, and the gargoyle seemed concerned.

“Is everything okay?” he asked, brows furrowed as he looked down at you.

You shook your head, “I got separated from my tour group. They’ve just arrived at Notre Dame for the tour and realized I wasn’t there. By the time I find a taxi to take me there, I won’t even get to join the tour.”

The blond bit his lip as he thought, but he couldn’t hide the mischievous glint in his eyes when an idea struck him, “You said you needed to get to Notre Dame? Well, what if I said I could get you there quickly and even give you the behind the scenes tour?”

“That would be amazing!” You replied instinctively, awed by the kindness he had shown you thus far. “But I don’t understand- You don’t even know my name; why would you do all of this for a total stranger?”

He looked at you for a long moment before he finally spoke, “Because I can tell that I would regret not knowing you, and if I can help you, then I will.” His wings flared out behind him as he approached you and you suddenly had a sinking feeling that you knew what he meant when he told you he could get you to Notre Dame quickly. “My name is Cato, by the way,” he grinned, using your moment of distraction to sweep you off of your feet and launch the both of you up into the air, the lights of Paris sprawling out under you as Cato carried you off toward your destination.

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nightowlfandom · 4 years

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PROMPT LIST PART 4 2021 EDITION (NON- X RATED)

It...had been a long time coming I said this was coming....last year and it just didn’t happen. Until now!

Rules- One, If a character you are asking for is depicted as high school age, then please be aware they will be written in a style that has them being 18 or older and most likely will not be written in a NSFW sense. I enforce this rule because while I do like writing for people, SFW or NSFW it’s just...what I like to do. I have every right to deny your request, please keep that in mind. Two....there is no rule two.

Here’s how you request- Choose 2- 5 prompts (No more than 5, no less than 2) and those will used to make a one-shot or two-shot depending on how long it gets. You need to tell me who you want me to write about (and if it’s an AU, then state that as well.) Then give me a short summary of what you want it to be about. (Example- You want a Vampire AU about Levi Ackerman with 2,5, 18, 27, and 45. Boom!) If you want smut, PLEASE SPECIFY! I won’t write smut if you don’t ask. Same with if you want a certain type of au or fluff/ angst. Just let me know.

Side note- I write a lot of AU’s and am pretty much open to whatever. Yandere, Tsundere, Office AU, Mafia AU, Vampire AU, Royal AU, Ghost AU, Magical AU -BItch I do everything. HOWEVER I WILL NOT WRITE non-consent, Incest (including step siblings), Underaged readers and anything along those lines.

I write for fluff, smut, AND angst. More fluff and smut but yeah. I also ask if you could say ‘please’ when you request because MANNERS PEOPLE!

Do I do ships- YES! Not often but if you ask I’ll do it.

Link to my masterlist here!

I write for various K-pop groups, animes, Voltage games/Otome Visual Novels, and Final Fantasy/Misc. If you need clarification on if I write for a certain character just go ahead and ask

By the way if you see some repeats from my last prompt list, just hushity hush! I liked them okay? It’s our little secret alright? I will NOT take requests from past prompt lists.

... (Actual prompts below the cut) ⬇️

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1- Have you ever just wanted to...run away from it all?

2- I’ve wanted to tell you this for a long time...

3- People like that are just jealous of you, you know that right?

4- Stop looking down, you’re too pretty to be that shy.

5- I know you’ve never done anything with anyone before…so I’m gonna make sure your first time is special!

6- You asked me to take care of it...so I’ll take care of it.

7- If anyone even THINKS about touching you, I’ll kick their asses!

8-Oh baby, I treat you like a maid because that’s basically all you are.

9- I love this new angry side of you, it’s so hot.

10- I think I’ll keep you as a pet! You’re fun to mess with.

11- Why can’t you just admit you have feelings for me?!

12- I love you. I-I said it! I just-...I love you so much Y/N

13- I’m not shy! I’m just not used to girls like you being so close to me.

14- Cute? Did you call me cute?!?

15- Come on! We have so much to do today!

16- Do you want me to sing a song for you to help you get to sleep? Okay then...

17- Well you just kissed me and I don’t even know your name...wanna fix that?

18- Alright, alright! I’ll stop making fun of you okay? Just don’t leave.

19- Hmm, who you tryna’ look sexy for babygirl?

20- Don’t finish that sentence darling...it won’t end well for you.

21- Let’s cuddle and I’ll stroke your hair, okay?

22- I dare you to finish that sentence...

23- Is that my shirt?

24- We can’t be just friends...I’m too in love with you.

25- What. Did. They. Say to you? I won’t ask again.

26- S-so, I guess this means we’re together now?

27- I couldn’t stop thinking about you all day.

28- Shhh, be quiet. We can’t be too loud, babe.

29- When are you going to realize that I can treat you better than he could?!

30- Dance for me. I’ll sit right here and you put on a show, okay?

31- I know it seems like we’re moving too fast but I haven’t felt this way about someone in a long time...I think I’m in love with you

32- Do we have too!? I wore my comfy pants today!

33- If I cared enough to give that asshole the time of day I’d probably be in jail Y/N...

34- Do you think trying to make me jealous is a smart move sweetheart?

35- You’ve been avoiding me...why?

36- I got into a fight, not like I killed someone. Geez Y/N...

37- I didn’t know what kind of flowers you liked...so I got everything they had!

38- I bought takeout! It’s time for me to cheer you up, babe

39- I’d much rather hang out with you than those jerks, what do ya say?

40- *Trips and falls* Oh I’m sorry, I was just making sure I wasn’t dreaming. *flirty smile*

41- I’ll be the best boyfriend you’ve ever had! i promise.

42- How dare you say things about me that are 100% true! I am offended!

43- You know I can tell when you’re lying, right?

44- You know that feeling when it seems like you two are the only people in a room?...That’s how I feel right now.

45- It’s you and me, not us and them. Fuck what they think.

46- You never told me you were in a band!!

47- You’re too cheeky for you own good, kid.

48- Stay a little longer?

49- Say you’re mine! Say it, say it, say it! *Insert giggle here*

50- I think you’ve lost your mind, but okay!

51- Damn, you look good in that dress.

52- Hi, I’m your next best mistake, what’s your name?

53- It breaks my heart to see you so sad.

54- You can lay on my chest if it makes you feel better.

55- Damnit Y/N! I’m trying to confess my feelings to you!

56- I had a dream about you.

57- I know you’re shy around my friends, but they love you!

58- I hate when we fight...let’s just calm down for a second.

59- I didn’t know you liked playing Cat and Mouse.

60- I may or may not have peeked in your diary...

61- Normal? Baby we’re the farthest from it.

62- Avoiding me won’t fix your undying love for me, many have tried but all have failed.

63- Just admit you’re in love with me Y/N...maybe we can have some fun later.

64- Of all the days to be stuck with someone, it’s you...ugh

65- Please never give up for me...or us.

66- Look at me when I fuck you...(I have a feeling this is gonna be a favorite)

67- Aww! Let me play a tune for you on the world’s smallest violin!! (I love spongebob lol)

68- You never told me you could sing!!

69- Bend over this counter. I need to fill you up.

70- Babe...Lets just calm down. You’re making that face you make when you’re about to-

71- Let’s prepare a Hot Pot today! That always makes us feel better, right? (Hot Pot on a cold rainy day...YESSSS)

72- Me? You...want to be my girlfriend. You sure? Because I am a huge handful.

73- I want you to have my children...I want to be with you forever.

74- Come here girl, let me show you how much I love you.

75- I’ll give you a second chance to fix what you just said babygirl.

76- Everytime I leave you alone, you always make a mess.

78- What’s that thing you do with your neck when you’re mad? Yeah that neck roll thing! Teach me how to do that!

79- Let’s just relax and sleep in all day.

80- You sounded very serious on the phone. What’s up?

81- Yes, I am very awkward and yes I’m probably making this ten times worse than it already is....but

82- You’re gonna make beg for forgiveness aren’t you.

83- How are we gonna fix this? Because breaking up isn’t an option Y/N.

84- I didn’t think you’d ever love me back...I’m so happy.

85- I wanna meet your parents!

86- Looks like someone could use a visit from the tickle monster!

87- I’d rather die than admit I have feelings for you! You’re disgusting and....perfect in every way,

88- Y/N, Y/N GET IN HERE! WE’RE ON TV!!!

89- Be mine?...I’m gonna keep asking until you say yes!

90- Okay stop it already! People are gonna think I’m bullying you if you keep sobbing like that.

91- I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what’s wrong!

92- You’re acting like a four year old right now!

93- Calm down, I’m just giving you a massage.

94- It’s been awhile since...all that happened.

95- Sending memes at three in the morning is NOT productive!

96- Okay...before you get mad, just know I did it because I love you!

97- How many times can I make you blush today, I’m curious to know.

98- Sometimes it’s nice to just stargaze. It calms me down a lot.

99- I suppose this is a good time to mention that I can’t cook!

100- So...about that picture you sent me today....

101- Hm...why don’t you sit on my lap and tell me what you want.

102- I don’t have anything to hide. I’m an open book.

103- Ah! Don’t look at me! I’m not decent! No! Aaah!

104- I mean you could...come to my place! We could have a little date y’know.

105- Snail, Mouse, Pet, Underling, pick a name, Babes.

106- Y/N, I think we’re drunk. And as responsible adults, we should take our clothes off so we don’t suffocate!

107- Okay babe! Tell me all about your day....Your coworker did what?!!

108- I know you’re not asleep, Y/N.

109 - Are you crying because of me? Hm...I didn’t realize I have that effect on you.

110- That’s daddy to you, sweetheart.

ALRIGHT! THOSE ARE THE PROMPTS. GO CRAZY!

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justfinishedreading · 4 years

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The Master and Margarita by Mikhail Bulgakov

It has been at least 8 months since I finished reading this novel, and now I’m finally posting the last part of my review.

Part 3 – Margarita, Feminist Icon or Romantic Cliché?

Spoilers.

The Master, a thirty-something recluse male writer, first sees Margarita walking down the street. She has in her arms a bouquet of yellow flowers. The Master follows her, they exchange hellos and she asks him if he likes her flowers. He says no. She proceeds to throw the flowers in the gutter.

This is not a promising introduction to our heroine: a heroine who is quick to throw something away because a random man dislikes it. The situation doesn’t get any better after that; the two become infatuated with each other, and she becomes obsessed with his writing, with his “genius”, so much so that it is she who names him “The Master”. For me a clichéd classical heroine is characterized by two things: first she is young and pure, pure in spirit and body (i.e. meek and clueless). Secondly, she is hopelessly dedicated to her man, he is all she lives for. Now on the first point Margarita does not qualify, she’s a married woman having an affair with another man, not surprising considering Bulgakov’s taste for married women. But Margarita absolutely fulfils the second criteria: her main characteristic as a character is how unfailingly devoted she is to her lover.

The novel is split into two parts and if it weren’t for the events of the second then her character would be very dull indeed. In the first part most of the action is focused on the Devil’s appearance in Moscow and the chaos his companions inflict on the inhabitants of the city. We’re briefly introduced to the characters of the Master and his lover Margarita. We’re told of how she supported his writing, and how he fell into depression when his novel about Jesus Christ and Pontius Pilate was ostracized by the Russian literary scene. There’s a passage in the novel in which Bulgakov explains that Margarita married young, now years later she’s living in a nice house, she’s a woman of leisure, she has money and her husband is decent enough, so why is she so unhappy? Bulgakov argues that she clearly needs the Master, she needs to live with him in that hole in the wall apartment and share his sorrow and pour herself into his work. Well Bulgakov you missed the mark. Margarita is so insanely attached to the Master’s novel (he gets jealous that she cares more for it than for him) that it seems clear to me that what she really needs isn’t the Master but for herself to get a job as an editor. What she needs is a challenge.

The first part of the novel jumps from character to character in alternating short comedic scenes, it is only in part two that the novel starts to feel more like a novel, it is the first time that more than two chapters (five to be exact) are dedicated to the same storyline: Margarita.

In this second part, one of the Devil’s companions offers Margarita a way to be reunited with her precious lover, whom she hasn’t seen in a long time, ever since he, willingly, disappeared from her. She is given a cream and told to apply it at midnight, she does so and turns into a witch, she feels a sense of liberation, removes all her clothes, grabs a broom and flies out into the night. After a few incidents she then meets the Devil and makes a bargin with him: he offers to reunite her with the Master if she will be the hostess at his Ball for the dead tonight. She accepts and fulfils her part perfectly and in return the Devil delivers her the Master and wishes them a happy life.

I have to say the second part of the novel, which relates to Margarita’s story, is what I enjoyed reading the most, it was a thrill to follow her new freedom and sense of adventure and wonder, and frankly a relief to be following a linear narrative. Margarita is the only character in the novel who takes action, the only one to be brave enough to face the Devil, take on his challenges and gain what she wants in the end.

And yet Margarita became a witch and got involved in the Devil’s business, she’s a heroine but one who gets mixed up with unholy things, and even before that she was an adulterer. In this sense she is a new type of heroine. There is a key moment in the Devil’s Ball when Margarita has to greet the Devil’s guests who are all dead sinners. She greets a woman who is deranged and keeps going on about a handkerchief, when she was alive she worked in a café, the owner “pressed her to join him in the pantry once, and nine months later she gave birth to a boy: she carried him off to the wood and stuffed a handkerchief into his mouth and then buried the boy in the ground. At the trial she said she had nothing to feed the child with.” To this Margarita asks what about the café owner? And one of the Devil’s minions replies: “what ever has the owner got to do with it! After all, he didn’t smother the baby in the wood!”

Now in the afterlife this woman is everyday presented with a handkerchief with a blue border identical to the one she used to kill her child, every day she destroys it and every morning she is presented with it anew, she is being forever tormented by the handkerchief, by her crime. When Margarita finishes her service to the Devil she asks that the torment to this woman be stopped. This shows a higher, more complex level of compassion than we usually see in romantic heroines. It’s easy to show a heroine to be compassionate and charitable to those who are innocent and poor, but here is compassion and understanding of how a person can be driven to acts of evil, and how they can be forgiven. And an acknowledgment of the man’s part in a woman’s ruin.

So apart from the character Margarita, are there any other moments that could tell us what was Bulgakov’s attitude towards women? Well whenever there are public incidents in The Master and Margarita, Bulgakov specifies that there are women screeching and wailing, implying that women will always be the ones to loose composure first and be “hysterical”. A character, angry with himself, exclaims “An idiot, a foolish woman, a coward! Carrion’s what I am, not a man!”. When one of the Devil’s minions approaches Margarita for the first time, he exclaims “Difficult people, these women!” when she is confused by his cryptic messages, a few minutes later he warns her “No dramas, no dramas”.

And then there’s Nakedness, nakedness is an important theme, there are five instances of nakedness: 1. The Devil has a group of four minions, one of whom is a woman, and she is always naked. Her nakedness is used to enthral and surprise her male victims on a number of occasions, but she is also described as a maidservant, who later in the book kneels down and rubs the Devil’s feet. 2. At the Devil’s stage performance in a theatre, his goons offer the people money, which later disappears, and to the women new frocks and shoes, which they exchange their old dresses for and change into on stage behind a curtain. Later on as they are leaving the show the dresses disappear and they are left naked. Nakedness here is used to embarrass. 3. Margarita and her maid turn into witches and go naked, this seems to be about liberation, liberation from social restraints, an abandonment to freedom, to adventure, to mischief. 4. The new witches meet a drunk fat man by a lake. Nakedness here reflects this man’s idiocy. 5. Women and black servants at the Devil’s Ball are naked. All male guests are formally dressed, the female guests wear nothing except for fancy shoes and elaborate headdresses. Serving the party are “motionless naked negroes with silver bands on their heads”. Is it liberating that the women are naked? Or is it just an indulgence for the men to feast their eyes upon? And to make the male readers giddy? Later in the party, the women, (and only the women) take off their shoes and jump into a large pool filled with champagne and get drunk.

After hours and hours and hours of serving as hostess at the Devil’s Ball, Margarita and the Devil are about to part ways, she has fulfilled her part of the bargain and now it is the time for the Devil to fulfil his and return the Master to her. But the Devil says nothing and neither does Margarita. She has worked so hard and been through so much and is about to walk away without demanding what is right: the payment for her services. As she is just about to leave the Devil exclaims: “Correct! (…) That’s the way! (…) never ask for anything! Never anything, and especially of those who are more powerful than you. They’ll make the offer themselves and give everything themselves.” What bullshit. I don’t know how exactly but I grew up with this belief, never ask for anything, if you deserve it, it will be given. What utter bullshit. I read in a study that one contribution to men getting more promotions at work than women was simply because men had more confidence in asking for promotions, whilst women assume that if they do their work well then a promotion should naturally happen. To all women everywhere: if you want something, go for it, ask for it, fight for it.

Bulgakov was a man who wrote a lot of himself into his work, in part 2 of my review I talked about all the similarities between Bulgakov’s struggle with censorship and the Master’s plot, Bulgakov also frequently broke the fourth wall as narrator and commented on the action or wrote things like “Follow me, Reader!”. So it is no surprise that Margarita has some similarities with Bulgakov’s third and final wife, Yelena Shilovskaya, who was a married women when they first met, and during and after Bulgakov’s life fought to get his work published. It seems clear to me that Margarita is a tribute to her.

I can’t say that The Master and Margarita is a feminist text, there are subtle moments of machismo which I feel Bulgakov would not have enough self-awareness to spot, and Margarita’s character has a number of problems, such as having no personal goals or desires outside of simply worshiping the “Master”, but I can say that there is enough to make Margarita a step in the right direction, a step in between a cliché of male desire, and a feminist icon for us women.

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thegodshavehorns · 4 years

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Girl From Nowhere

Your name is Roxy Lalonde, and you are simply the best there is. No need to specify at what. You are the best at all of the things. All of them.

But if you did have to specify, you suppose that you would say you are the ultimate best at computers. In fact, you are the drunken master of computers. Nobody can hope to beat you when you’ve got a wine bottle in one hand and a keyboard under the other. Nobody. Not even you when you’re sober, actually.

That unfortunate fact has forced you to scrap your computer wholesale and just buy a new one several occasions, on account of not being able to figure out how to get past the new security system that you designed on it while you were drunk, or the password that you set at the same time. You keep telling yourself that you need to write these things down but you never remember. You have absolutely no idea why that is.

But what can you do? Programming is in your blood; when you are cut, ones and zeroes spill out of your arm. Your fingers fly not like it’s your nature, but like they’re responding to the thrum of destiny. It was fate, it had to have been, that when some rich dude bequeathed half his library to the orphanage one Croakmas when you were still a tyke, that you were the one who got the programming books with all those pictures of cats on the cover. You learned to read out of those books, for crying out loud. You were made for this. It’s your telos.

But you are not just the drunken master of all coding. You are also one of the many students to have blessed— or blighted— the halls of Our Lady Who Is Without Mother Or Father Academy for Girls. You are undoubtedly the best and most favorite of the superintendent’s, but she doesn’t like to let on that she plays favorites so she’s always yelling about how she’s one more misstep away from throwing your ass out on the curb. That never happens, though, no matter how many times you hack into her computer system, so you’re pretty sure that it’s all just talk and smokescreens.

After all, if she didn’t want to share the bottles of gin she kept locked in her back cabinets then she wouldn’t have put them there after you’d already picked her lock three times before, right? Nah, you’re totally on the best of terms. The fake mad face is just a part of the charm.

Still, she does have to keep up a front if she’s going to keep the rest of the school fooled about how much she actually doesn’t hate your guts, so she has to make a profanity-filled house call every now and then. Seeing as you’re the school's Little Orphan Annie that means she doesn’t have to walk very far, just down the block, so these visits happen quite a bit.

Most people avoid coming in your room. You did have a couple of roommates but you kept hacking the records or breaking into the records office and changing your file, and eventually the matrons just plain gave up and let you have it your way. And if they want to talk with you, well, they knock, or they just scream at you through the door. Which is what just about anybody does but the superintendent, actually, since you have been known to come at people with broken bottles when they make too much noise or touch your hardware.

So when you hear somebody enter your room one morning, you don’t bother asking who it is. You just keep at it, smacking keys and drowning your hangover behind a wall of monitors, towers, and books, completely dark save for the glow of screens dimmed to their lowest brightness.

But it isn’t the super, it’s a guy. Some jackass with a lisp. When you find that out you’re about to curse him out but, on a whim, you poke your head over the Great Wall of China and— hot damn, and thank your lucky stars you didn’t say anything, because this isn’t a jackass, it’s the jackass, Sollux Captor, the Mage of Doom, wearing some ratty moth-eaten coat over his godhood.

“Nice coat,” you tell him.

He shrugs. “They tell me I have to look decent for the public. ‘Like people,’ is how Kanaya puts it. She says it looks like pajamas.”

“Sorta does,” you admit.

“Fuck her. You’re lucky I’m wearing anything.”

Yeah, this is totally his protest costume.

But what is he doing here? You don’t know, so you ask him. And then you offer him breakfast, just to be a good host.

“What is that?”

“Pickled prunes, tripe, cinnamon, eggs, and rum. Hangover cure.”

“You put rum in your hangover cure?” Sollux obviously doesn’t know what to make of you— best person ever, or supreme best ever? You yourself know exactly how awesome you are, but it's more fun to keep him guessing.

“How else am I supposed to get a good start on my drinking?” Okay, you’ve nailed it. You are the best of friends or something now probably. Especially since he took a spoon from out of nowhere and is sharing your awesome hangover cure soup with you.

You eat in silence, or at least as much as you can get between the clicker-clakker of the keys. Meanwhile, Sollux is taking a look around your room, frowning, smiling, shaking his head, smiling some more.

“I want to offer you a job,” he says, and you want to do a spit take but the soup’s all gone and you’re just now noticing that he snatched your wine from out of your reach.

“Uh, say who what now?”

“Let’s just say that we’re very interested in what you can do. So I’m offering you a job at SkaiaNet,” he says. “And you will be given a place to study at Derleth University when you graduate from here.”

You squint at him. “Derleth? Ain't that a medical school? I do computers.”

“I need a biologist. They have a new program in computational genomics.”

“A little squishy for me, bucko.”

Sollux blinks. It evidently takes him a moment to figure out what you’re going on about. “I don’t need another programmer that I could outperform on my worst day. I need somebody with a tenth of Feferi's bioengineering and a third of my coding. A biologist with your special talents would have many uses.”

A biologist? What the heck kind of biology needs coding and hacking? Then again, it would be nice to have a guaranteed job...

“But there is a catch,” he continues, and you groan inside. “You’re a good student, but you’re still a menace and a delinquent. That kind of shit isn’t supposed to happen, by the way. With your behavior you should be flunking or something.”

You lean back in your swank rolly-chair. “Maybe I fixed my grades.”

“You didn’t. I would know.”

Aw.

He continues: “So you have to keep off the booze.” Wait, what? “You are, I have been assured, a functioning alcoholic. Nevertheless, you are also unpredictable when you are drunk, and I do not want to lose my investment at the age of thirty for the sake of an exploded liver.”

“Why me?”

“Because you’re very good at what you do.”

You grin. "Pft, yeah, of course. So, what, the super recommended me?"

"More the other way around."

You blink at him. What does that mean? Your hangover is making you fuzzy, and slower than you should be. "How'd you know about me then? Unless I'm some kinda chosen one or something?"

He smiles, and your own grin wavers. "C'mon man, next thing you'll say you got me into this in the first place, that you gave me those coding books for Croakmas when I was three- oh fuck, you did, didn't you?"

You stare right into the god's shit-eating grin, and you don’t know whether to scream or laugh or try to do both at once. The superintendent doesn’t actually like you very much, does she? But she answers to a higher power that doesn’t care about that...

“You got me into this to begin with? But... you're not just fucking with me, right? This isn't just, I mean, this is really happening, you're not just nodding at whatever I say?" You stare into the mismatched lenses of his shades and try to gague whether he's telling the truth.

"It's all very real, Roxy. And yes, your intuition is correct; I've been interested in your progress for a long time."

"And you just want to play it all cool like it’s nobody’s thing or whatever, I just happened to be the best there is— which I am, don’t get me wrong.”

“Why would I select you, out of all of the orphans in the world?”

“Because I was... different?”

Sollux snorts. “You were a baby. What’s different about you?”

You take a moment to think about it. “You knew my parents. They were something special.”

His teeth gleam, sharper than any human smile. “Not a bad guess. But you’re wrong. You don’t have any parents. That’s why you’re special.”

You just about leap out of your chair. “What do you mean? Was I some sort of... cloning experiment or something?”

The Mage of Doom slips a card into your hand. “Study hard. Stay in school and out of trouble. Then maybe you’ll find out. And whatever you do, don’t pray.”

“Huh?”

“I mean, don’t call us. We’ll call you.”

The coat falls down around him, his wings unfurl, and—Sollux is gone and the room is empty, save for you.

You don’t talk with gods again for six more years. You manage to stay out of the bottle for nine.

#the gods have horns #godstuck #sollux captor #roxy 'mom' lalonde #godstuck fic #homestuck fanfiction #trolls are gods #revision #our lady without academy #first meetings

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faejilly · 5 years

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i am for you (13/?)

sorry for the delay in posting this; I did not prep ahead of time so I could post it before Family Holiday Weekend, and then I accidentally set the fandom on fire, and then the husband was sick, but. BUT ANYWAYS. Have some fluff as the news spreads to the rest of our extended hedge(s).

[alec]: want some coffee? My treat?

[lydia]: what happened where's the emergency who's dying what do you need

[alec]: five minutes of your time?

[lydia]: oh. That's easy, yeah. I'm at the Union. I can even give you ten minutes if you can get over here fast enough

[alec]: on my way

***

[misfitchat]

[magnus]: hey so we ended up telling Alec's family some news yesterday [magnus]: And I'd hate if you heard from someone besides me since you're all apparently like one step away from knowing each other already? but the chances of me managing to get all of you in the same physical location before Sunday brunch is honestly less than zero (and I'm not getting at all into "who comes first" conversations), so [magnus]: Alec asked me to marry him. The uh. Night we met. [magnus]: and I said yes. Well technically I said "ok" but [magnus]: I have no idea why I keep specifying that [magnus]: that's it I've got rehearsal this morning and my phone will be off, love you all, bye

***

[newchat]

[cat]: DID YOU GET THE MESSAGE FROM MAGNUS? [cat]: what the actual fuck

[tessa]: I have no damn clue

[dot]: Magnus finally met someone who is as Extra as he is

[raphael]: I didn't think that was possible

[ragnor]: Huh. That... explains more than it doesn't.

[cat]: what? How so?

[ragnor]: doesn't matter

[ragnor]: I'm more surprised by how un-surprised I am than the news itself. I wonder why. Magnus falls hard but he doesn't trust easily, and Alec has never struck me as reckless.

[cat]: You know. I know exactly what you mean? I should be horrified. And worried. And... stuff.

[tessa]: But they're so pretty together?

[dot]: Yeah. I agree, it's weird how weird it isn't.

[raphael]: But I'm still going to smack him upside the head if they don't give themselves a decently long engagement to make up for the rest of it

[cat]: Fair enough. I'll help, even.

[dot]: Should we throw them an engagement party?

[tessa]: Alec's going to be ramping up for finals soon

[cat]: As will Magnus, honestly, plus all the senior project performances

[ragnor]: Does no one care that I also have to prep for and then recover from finals?

[raphael]: No.

[tessa]: Engagement/Graduation party AFTER?

[cat]: Oh, that sounds like a good idea

[raphael]: I know just the place

[dot]: I can ask Clary who we need to invite for Alec. It's nice to talk to her again. She's all grown up in comparison to when I baby-sat her a time or two, so it's a little weird, but nice.

[tessa]: Is this a SURPRISE party? Magnus hates those. [tessa]: That's perfect.

[ragnor]: oh, Alec will hate that too. What a wonderful idea.

[cat]: Serves them right.

[raphael]: it really does

***

[groupmms]

[lydia]: they're engaged [lydia]: I miss one [lydia]: *1* [lydia]: SINGLE SOLITARY FAMILY DINNER

[maia]: and a good morning to you too, Lydia

[izzy]: it's not like you come to family dinner EVERY week

[lydia]: BUT THIS WAS NOT THE ONE TO MISS, WAS IT?

[lydia]: wtf is this monday even doing [lydia]: are we waiting until he gets a hold of Aline, or are we going to try and get to her first so she can yell at him before he's prepared? Oh, do you think we could get your Aunt Jia to yell at him? Or is that going too far.

[izzy]: that might be a bit much

[jace]: yeah, I think we'll let Mom field that one, she was delighted enough to get herself through that conversation better than I think anyone else could manage

[lydia]: the rest of you not so much?

[jace]: I'm mostly delighted? I mean. It's better, but it is. Uh.

[simon]: sweet and heartwarming and romantic and stark-raving-crazy-times?

[jace]: yeah, that. On all counts.

[lydia]: oh thank goodness, other people who are really conflicted about how happy they are for him, I was afraid it was just me. [lydia]: like, this ought to be all wrong and it's not but I feel like I should think it is?

[izzy]: no, that's about right. They do seem to be aware they're, you know, out there, but they really are kind of stunning when they're together so it's hard not to think it makes sense

[jace]: until they leave the room again and you're all. Wait. You've known each other a week? Two? But it seems right anyway? How am I as crazy as the both of you, now?

[maia]: the mutual in the crazy-times is what sells it, I think

[lydia]: yeah. That's true. At least they haven't set a date yet.

[clary]: about that! [clary]: while you guys were yelling I got a text from Dot about planning a surprise engagement party after graduation

[izzy]: Alec despises surprise parties

[clary]: I think that's kind of the point? Apparently Magnus doesn't like them either

[maia]: oh. OH, I think I like Magnus' friends

[jace]: huh. It does sound like we're all on the same "sweet and heartwarming and romantic and stark-raving-crazy-times" page.

[simon]: 🤜🤛

[izzy]: We will celebrate your adorable improbable relationship in the way that will make you the Most Annoyed because you just dropped this bombshell on us? I can get behind that.

[maia]: count me in too

[lydia]: we'll have to ask Aline if she thinks she and Helen can come back early

[jace]: and we DEFINITELY have to wait until we can get Max here

[simon]: yeah, I think we're all in Fray, let's get this show on the road

***

[overseasmms]

[alec]: hey, is now a good time?

[aline]: HEY! 👋🏻

[helen]: so, new boyfriend, huh? Introducing him to the folks already?

[alec]: Yeah. About that. [alec]: wait. How'd you know about that?

[aline]: Clary wanted to gush about your boy Magnus at about three in the morning, so she hit me up. It was very strange, drunk Clary talking about your hook-ups is a little disturbing [aline]: tho I suppose since he's a boyfriend, hook-up might not be the right word?

[helen]: uh oh he's not answering. Wanna bet he's glaring at his phone in shock? We'll have to give him a minute to come up with words.

[aline]: I will not take that bet, because OBVIOUSLY

[alec]: wow. Ok. Right. The actual word would be fiance. So. There's that.

[alec]: and that was not quite how I meant to do that, sorry

[alec]: well, at least I made someone else stare uncomfortably at a phone now?

[alec]: hello?

[helen]: what

[aline]: does my mom know? Don't make me tell my mom I don't know what she'd do if one of the children got engaged to someone they just met I cannot even imagine the face, she'd have to come up with something worse than the murder-look or maybe that's why I should be the one since long-distance the face might be less scary

[helen]: breathe, babe

[alec]: I don't want to introduce Magnus to Aunt Jia yet, I don't want to scare him off, please don't tell your Mom. I think my Mom was planning on it? If I'm very lucky.

[aline]: ok good. [aline]: ALSO HOLY CRAP CONGRATS and you're a lunatic, when did that happen?

[alec]: the lunatic or the engaged?

[helen]: I think we're assuming they're both the same thing

[alec]: ha

[alec]: fair point actually [alec]: and uh. First date? [alec]: But Mom sort of accidentally got us to admit it last night. We were going to not stress everyone out by mentioning it for awhile. Maybe a year. Or something.

[helen]: first

[aline]: date

[helen]: was it like a thrill of the moment really good sex thing and you just... went with it?

[aline]: omg you had sex on a first date I never thought you were that guy

[alec]: first sight

[alec]: hi — marry me — make-out against bus stop — go meet the siblings — sneak out early and go back to his place [alec]: best date ever? [alec]: That is, it was definitely my best (and last) first date ever, the question mark is more that everyone keeps looking at me like I've lost it. Which is. Not unreasonable. But. Yeah?

[aline]: wtf

[helen]: uh. Wow. How did that go over at family dinner?

[alec]: Mom said welcome to the family and got out the wine to celebrate and everyone else did... probably what you're doing at the moment with the weird faces and the trying not to call me a moron out loud because you're going to pretend to be happy for me at least until the shock wears off [alec]: at which point I'm hoping everyone will be GENUINELY happy, if liable to make fun of me for this forever

[helen]: and EVER & EVER. Yeah. That. That seems about right.

[aline]: I don't. I am. Wow. [aline]: I need pictures [aline]: I need to see who made YOU OF ALL PEOPLE turn into a hopeless impulsive romantic lunatic.

[helen]: He's always been an impulsive lunatic, he's just usually better at hiding the inciting incident so no one notices. Once he makes a decision he *flings* himself at it

[aline]: oh yeah. [aline]: the hopeless romantic isn't new either, really. Huh. I think the shock's wearing off already, this is actually entirely in character.

[alec]: I have no idea if that's an insult or not. So. Thanks?

[aline]: me neither so, you're welcome?

[helen]: on a slightly more serious note, I can't wait to meet the guy who's as much of an impulsive hopeless romantic lunatic as you are and thus SAID YES to this craziness, and I second the request for pictures.

[alec]: ha. I can get you pictures. And I'll happily talk about Magnus forever, where do you want me to start?

***

[misfitchat]

[magnus]: did I break the chat?

[cat]: sorry, we had to go yell a bit at each other in shock [cat]: and we weren't sure when you'd turn your phone back on so there didn't seem to be a huge hurry to get back?

[ragnor]: I am not at all sorry about that, you're lucky we yelled at each other in shock instead of at you in horror

[tessa]: BUT. We're not actually horrified!

[raphael]: inexplicably

[tessa]: AND. We do wish to say congratulations

[dot]: We're very happy for you! 🥂💖🎉

[raphael]: you're both certifiable, but since it IS the both of you, that seems to be working out all right

[ragnor]: I think what he means is that you're disturbingly perfect for each other

[dot]: And so pretty!

[magnus]: thanks? [magnus]: I mean, thank you. Really. It means a lot to me. To us! I can say that now. That's so delightful! And really weird.

[dot]: Magnus Bane & Alec Lightwood's DELIGHTFULLY WEIRD WEDDING

[tessa]: sounds about right

[cat]: in like five years, give us a chance to recover first

[magnus]: we'll try. [magnus]: no promises though 😉 [magnus]: (I promise not to elope without warning, and we've both agreed to a long engagement, but I cannot guarantee five years. But it won't be tomorrow.)

[tessa]: that's good enough, I think

[cat]: and we really are very happy for you, Magnus. I feel like you've been trying not to be *you* for a long time, and it's good to see you... not doing that anymore.

[magnus]: oh, kitty cat, I love you too [magnus]: I love all of you, and thank you. And I have to go do work and not cry at my phone so I'm running away again.

[tessa]: 😘

#jilly writes #shadowhunters #malec #i am for you #my sh fic #epistolary!fluff fic

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bigowlenergy · 5 years

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Notes on Gender, Ethnicity, and Culture

At the heart of the etoneki conflict/drama is nothing more than culture clash.

Eto may be amazing at studying others and have replicated humanity well enough to be a respected author among humans without anyone finding any clues to her ghoul nature, not even Haise in RE: - but she is still someone who was raised by ghouls. Her base nature is as a ghoul, from the 24th ward specifically. Naturally, there’s going to be some confusion between her and Kaneki, who was raised by humans.

But that leaves the good good question of what those differences should be. Clearly, some should be tiny, but there NEED to be huge misunderstandings bc I live for that kind of drama. Also, it’s a slowburn, so. that’s how it is.

this is long, and tagged for spoilers for a good reason. nothing specific, but if u like being surprised by the plot in ur grapefruit, go no further as of chapter 5

1) Ghouls have ABO while humans do not. Sure, there was a decently long time where Kaneki lived among ghouls, but can u picture early chapter Touka willingly sitting him down and giving the birds and the bees and the grasshoppers and also the spiders Talk? I think not. Maybe Kouma? Itori would. Like, they’d both kill him dead with it, but they would. And knowing the contexts within another culture doesn’t mean that you have assimilated those words/concepts to your own yourself, or that you actually know every single social detail, especially as it applies to others.

...but Eto does. And human gender/sexuality is fairly simple on the whole, except when it isn’t, so she has a leg up on him there.

plus, the way I have the ABO structured, it makes a bit more sense for him to be less aware of it, since his gender, as perceived by ghouls, is the most privileged one. Especially since its associated with deliberate power gain, which he totally played into during the later half of the first TG, so it would be a natural assumption for ghouls to make that he understood that he was acting exactly as his gender is socially expected to. and in a way that would socially cement his powerful omega status.

Tsukiyama would totally say something about it, since with the whole affluent family thing he’d probably be very aware of gender and social dynamics, but anything shuu says can be followed by “and he called me a cabbage in French last week, so okay shuu, whatever poetics ‘omega’ means to u, go ahead, have your fun buddy.” Banjou, who was involved with Rize, would be too worried about offending him or making it embarrassing to say anything. and as a ghoul even lower than shuu, he’d be super conservative about getting up in an omega’s business. It would just be this ambiguous open secret that everyone but Kaneki is totally, painfully aware of. the gasmask trio find this hilarious. Hina is a wee bab whose parent was a doctor for ghouls, so she just accepts her big bro as is.

so there’s eto’s expectations to be basically an underling to someone powerful as a normal, comfortable relationship dynamic, pitted against kaneki’s human-embedded inclination toward monogamy and not something that feels like weird bdsm domination stuff. they each are expecting a certain treatment from one another, and not getting it. eto feels neglected, since he isn’t all in her business and allowing her to settle in the shadow of his power and just ride things out, and kaneki, with only human expectations for sex, gender, and whatever the hell just happened, expects the worst from her as the “““male”““ in the relationship who manipulated him.

the conflict is that neither happens.

all of the power is on his side of the court, but in human terms, it feels like the opposite - vis a vis, human misogyny and all the horrible expectations for a sex and reproduction based marriage system that go along with that.

which is why i’ve inverted all that to make myself feel better :)

2) i kicked knots out bc idk about that business, but there have to be other physical differences. there have to be, or its boring. and then again, since both are hybrids, what should either have?

i’ve decided eto will have all physical differences or a learned equivalent due to ghoul socialization, while kaneki should have none but whatever was forced on him through his kakuhou - ie, pheromone stuff, but nothing more.

ghouls can purr, bc i am weak to that shit. Kaneki is aware of this. it’s just a Thing that they do. he’s read to Hina and she’s fallen asleep purring before and it was adorable. irimi purrs very quietly when she cleans things. uta is a purr machine when he makes masks, and it knocks yomo out unless he’s drunk, then he just purrs like a truck engine from the floor near uta’s desk for three hours. touka hasn’t purred since ayato left

eto purrs when she’s satisfied with her writing flow, which is one of the main reasons she prefers to work alone in her apartment and keep shiono out. otherwise, she doesn’t mind company. she also purrs when happy, like most ghouls. kaneki does not. i can site Haise’s RC scan on this: since he never took damage to the throat, he never had a chance to heal ‘more ghoul’ in that area.

so the exchange of a happy eto, deeply content with their uneasy peace, purring to express such delight, meets a blank wall that doesn’t agree. her social expression of happiness clashes up against kaneki only maybe leaning toward physical affection and being quiet. he can understand that she is happy, and she can understand that he can’t respond in the same way, but the dynamics of their relationship make her doubt her actions and get instinctually afraid of doing something wrong and upsetting someone much more powerful than her who also decides if she is allowed to reproduce with him or not. and stops purring and gets unsettled. kaneki is only confused and maybe she doesn’t like being touched? time to touch less. oh no, she did do Something Wrong and now omega is mad at her!! interpersonal drama escalates on both sides >:3c

ghouls have great night vision. kaneki also does and you know why. youve read the series. full ghouls have tapetum lucidum in both eyes, but eto only has it in her single ghoul eye. her vision is unbalanced in the dark but due to her learning to compensate for the slight reduction in light capture on one side she gets by just fine. it also parallels nicely with arima’s poor eyesight and learning to compensate for it.

ghouls are crepuscular while humans are diurnal, but this doesn’t matter since neither of etoneki know what a sleep schedule is. and the 24th ward doesn’t experience day/night cycles, so they have their own issues with sleeping when safe, do not sleep when not safe.

ghouls tend toward pack structure, but not in a rigid way where there can only be one omega/powerful ghoul per unit. as long as everybody gets along personally, its fine. omega don’t see each other as competition. alpha toss themselves at their feet without prompting. they’re not a scarce resource. alpha don’t even really fight over omega unless completely affected by heat and rut cycles and unable to grasp the concept of maybe next time. but even that is rare, mostly only those who are jealous as a person attempt this. if alpha fight over an omega and one wins, the omega might just kill them for taking away some of their prospects, or might be impressed by the show of strength. or annoyed by it, bc they want weak underlings. depends on the person. (eto is more than a bit possessive, at least for his first heat.)

more on this point as i think of it.

3) I haven’t specified kaneki’s personal gender identity for a reason. that reason is that i’m not sure what direction i want to go. this is strictly for maman, not Sugar, which is trans girl Sasako forever. for this piece of feti/sh garbage? whom knows! (I know. and until word of god says otherwise - i’m god - every character is trans.)

but really, there’s options. and i love them all.

A) kaneki was trans all along. hide is best bi bud. aunt was a bitch, but nothing worse than canon since he was closeted at the time, although he doubly prepared to never speak to her again. (true neutral)

B) woke up a ghoul and with new parts. why believe a species change but not a sex change, eh? heightens the early game confusion and search for id as a person whose major ids have changed against his will. (lawful neutral)

C) gradual transformation. like how he came into his strength as a ghoul slowly. read a doujin like this once. was okay. quality art, big titties, 8/10. ngl would read the sequel. (Perhaps I am writing the sequel? aren’t we all just chasing our Brands across the lonely internet, hopping from one computer virus to the next? maybe u die reading hentai, or u live long enough to see urself post to ao3.) (chaotic neutral)

D) heals himself a new set of parts due to intense damage. see the haise RC chart, which has a ton of pathways around the hips/torso area. parallels with cutting eto in half?? (also lawful neutral)

E) started happening as a transformation when eto’s pheromones triggered his heat cycle for the first time. boy would he be pissed at her X2 lmao (lawful evil)

F) transformation during #240 time due to losing all memory and only having instinct to structure his body with, and just enough RC pathways to make a hormone based transformation possible. Chiba would have had a field day, but also would have torn out his horrible bowl cut in confusion. get rekt bud. not even #240 knows wtf goin on (neutral evil)

G) maybe he just wanted a vag! thought about that?? learns he is supposed to be able to manipulate his flesh like his kagune, which he is canonically great at, and just Goes For It. it works. he is a strong, dependent idiot who don’t need no dick. (iconic)

H) same as above, but that’s just what Haise does when he has the reigns. looks deep into his pastless self and asks ‘do i have to put up with this cis nonsense? not today.’ (chaotic iconic)

I) it happens suddenly when he activates his kakuja for the first time. queer the monster transformation u wish to see in the world. just. so confused. but also there’s Guilt to be felt about banjou and amon and such, so that’s back burner. (chaotic evil)

okay, so in like fifteen minutes i was able to name 9 perfect opportunities for ishida to carry though the motif of 1)iding with female ghouls 2)paralleling with canon trans man mutsuki 3)litcherally having a female ghoul organ donation fiasco 4)being associated with vacillating between masculine yang and feminine yin black/white 5)having a narrative that revolved around accepting his body and learning to find his own strength and id that is different than what he was born with - but coward ishida stopped sixty miles short of the mark. fool. I Cannot Feast Upon Crumbs, Sir. Sir, You Have Given Me Airplane Peanuts For Supper. Sir, I Am Starving And Antagonistic At Best.

(i shouldn’t call him a coward. three huge series magically having the same Wife And Kids ending all during the time shinzou abe is in office? probably not a coincidence. hope they got a good payout for it. i’d sell out for that $$$ too tbh)

eto is just an alpha. her human social id is a Normal Human Female Who Is Totally Cis and Straight for maximum social acceptance and ease of integration, but that’s only her mask. her personal id is an alpha, which is cis by ghoul standards, and she uses she/her pronouns bc she feels like it. she has the power to id as above alpha, but she enjoys the social invisibility it gives her, since she can blend in the background whereever and noone looks at her presumably weak ass twice. like chie, but for nefarious purposes.

....does that make her the equivalent of a ghoul feminist? i’m getting Too Deep

4) the wards can be isolated and far apart, and its been explored in canon with the Three Blades family and the white suites - congrats u 2 - and ghoul organizations that have a home ward having distinct cultural differences from one another. small ethnic groups and isolated diaspora? natives? subset?? of whatever the 24th ward ghouls - sorry, tokyo humans - are.

this sort of thing is only tangentially related to kaneki. if someone with a texas accent teaches someone to speak english, that person will have that accent, whether they’v ever been to texas or not. so he has some of the social mannerisms of a 20th ward ghoul, but generally still has a lot of ingrained human attributes to confuse them.

5) i’m still fascinated by the half finished thought about there are just some ghouls who become binge eaters in canon. like Rize wasn’t special for it. I think shinohara mentioned this?? but. it makes sense. general food insecurity, lack of permanent social support, total oppression, absurd power levels, plenty of humans to take it out on...ye.

and kaneki has the kakuhou of an adult binge eater. there’s cool hints of the kakuhou being parasitic, so a mature one would def fall into the biological fulfillment of binge eating for strength and carry that genetic knowledge into a new host. and from there, it would induce cravings, serotonin reward systems, and all that good stuff to get what its come to like.... like, mayhaps, a cordycepts? ;)

well, i’ve put ‘binge eater’ down as just a general omega trait, since it feels authentic to do so, so we’ll see what i do with this in the future. i will also see, since i too am ignorant of my own self. what will my horny subconscious do next? i am usually the last to know.

anyway,

peace

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slightly-weird-man · 3 years

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Right , so , this thing needs a disclaimer warning: I wrote this over an all-nighter fueled by coffee and alcohol, and so there are many , many plot holes that don't make any sense. If anyone ever actually sees it, feel free to shout at me about how it's shit.

Anyway, here's a short film script I wrote about two disabled lesbians , helping each other be happy at a house party. I am not mute, deaf , or a lesbian, so I am intensely sorry if this offends anyone.

I do have a basic plot for an entire film of this thing, as well as internal monologue scripts for both Jane and Lilly in this, but I won't post those atm, because they're a bit sh*t - if anybody wants them, ask me and I'll post them then

Other Means

Characters

Lilly- mute, from birth. Knows sign language, and goes to a college out of town. Know the host because they’re online friends. Is mature and confident. Has had experiences with women. Eleanor from the good place, or Ramona from Scott pilgrim or Linda from blood brothers(theatre show- not a film surprisingly). Forward, strong, funny, and not afraid to speak her mind. However, she is also kind, and sympathetic which should be a key part of her character- she’s struggled , and now doesn’t want other people to struggle.

Jane - deaf, newly, due to a scuba diving accident. Doesn’t know much sign language, and still goes to the same college. Isn’t comfortable talking, because she’s still learning to control her volume, because now she can’t hear her own voice. Knows the host from that college, before she was deaf. Syd from I Am Not okay With This, or Vanya from Umbrella Academy. Still confident, and tries her hardest, but is still struggling due to new pressures.

Setting:

A house party- hosted by Sam, friend of both, asexual. Is not a dick. He shows up to introduce them. 15 people or less, won’t see more than a few at a time.

Open, black screen . “ southern nights “ by Glen Campbell plays, as the picture fades in. We see Lilly standing behind a conversation, with a sign hung around her neck saying “physically can’t talk. Mute since birth. I’d love to chat though!” she has a drink in her hand, and is slumping/leaning against a wall.

Cut to a POV shot of Jane , trying to conversate with a notepad, but struggling

Cut to a shot of Lilly , signing to Sam ,”what’s her name?”

Sam, obviously intrigued: that’s my friend Jane. She lost her hearing recently, so she’s still trying to acclimate. Why?

Lilly signs, “nothing”.

Cut to a symmetrical shot of Lilly and Jane, with Lilly on the left and jane on the right. Lilly signs at Jane, but Jane makes it clear that she can’t understand her. Writes on her notepad

Notepad: don’t speak BSL yet sorry. I’m Jane, what’s your name?

She visibly passes the notepad to Lilly

Notepad: Hi Jane, I’m Lilly.

Points to sign hung round neck

Notepad: you seemed a little out of your depth, so I just wanted to give a helping hand.

Hands the notepad back to Jane, who looks visibly touched by Lilly’s kindness.

Notepad: thank you! That’s so kind! I am sorry I can’t do BSL tho, it seems like it would be easier for you

Jane goes to give Lilly the notepad back, but then Lilly pulls a notepad of her own out of a pocket/bag, doing that thing you do when you reveal something, raising it and showing it off.

*from now speech is on notepads, except from when specified otherwise*

Lilly: it’s fine , we’ll just have to communicate through other means”

title card, somehow incorporating notepads, the lesbian flag, Keanu reeves, super mario, and those hear-no-evil, speak-no-evil monkeys.

Open back on Jane and Lilly playing Mario Kart. It’s a shot from the tv’s POV, so we can see their faces and the glow of the TV, but not what they’re playing. Jane is inexperienced at this, and it should be showing- she’s grunting, and mumbling, and cursing but quite loudly. Lilly on the other hand, is very calm and quite good at the game. However, after something particularly funny that Jane mumbles loudly, Lilly throws down her controller and starts to laugh silently. Understandably, Jane is quite confused

Jane: what’s wrong? Are you alright?

Lilly sits up, reads note, breaks into more silent laughter. Composes herself quickly once she see’s Jane’s concerned face

Lilly: no, I’m fine- worry about yourself! You were making noises like a drunk hamster!

Cut to an over Lilly’s shoulder shot , Jane reads this note, and then looks embarrassed, and looks around to see if everyone’s staring at her. Lilly perceives this mood, writes

Lilly: don’t worry, no one cares anymore- they’re all sloshed enough to not

She gestures to the tv

Lilly: another game?

Cut back to symmetrical. They tense back into playing positions. If I can, I want to transition here like a Scott Pilgrim one, with someone walking in front of the camera, then swiping the scene to a different scene. Lilly and Jane are on the same couch, but are now much more relaxed.

Lilly: ok , shag marry kill… me, Sam , Keanu Reeves.

Jane: f*ck off, I’m not answering that

Lily: come on!

Jane: alright then…. I’d marry you, shag Sam, and kill Keanu reeves

Lily: (draws a big shocked face) how dare you kill Keanu Reeves! The man is a gift to the world!

Jane, now quite drunk: exactly why I’m sure he would die so that the two of you could live- I’d rather not have two of my friends die, and honestly, I’d look forward to shagging Sam, have you seen that man’s shoe size

Lilly rolls her eyes, while Jane stares dreamily off towards a sam in the distance, as if a 1920’s flapper for the briefest of moments

Lilly: alright, two truths and a lie now, k?

Jane motions for her to carry on

Lilly: alright, here they are: I am bisexual, I have had a run in with the new York mob, and 50% of this party thinks you’re cute.

Jane looks confused for a moment, perhaps raising an eyebrow,

Jane: I can definitely picture you as the sort of person to incur a mobster’s wrath, and I have always had a decent gaydar, but there is no way that half of the people here think I’m cute- that’s the lie!

Lilly shakes her head, while making an exaggerated thing like she’s tutting.

Lilly: you weren’t wrong about that gaydar, but I’m afraid you pegged me as a little too open- the fairer sex is where it’s at girl!

Jane: really? 50%?

Lilly does the wobbly hand thing, to signify “roughly”

Lilly,: from what I’ve picked up on at the drinks tables, and my own personal opinion, yeah.

Jane is confused with this statement, motioning between her and Lilly ,and mouthing “cute?”

Lilly: yes, you’re cute- it’s your turn though.

Jane blushes, thinks for a moment, then gets to scribbling.

Jane: alright-I once discovered a genuine David bowie signature on an old £10 note, I’m bisexual, and I play in played in a synthpop band.

Jane should start staring sadly into the middle distance at this point, tearing up if possible. Lilly shouldn’t notice, because she’s pondering and scribbling.

Lilly: I know that the David Bowie one is false, because that is a felony in the UK! She looks up and notices that Jane is looking down. She reaches out to hold Jane’s shoulder.

c/u of Jane’s sad face, nearly crying .Music switches now, from black parade to some Kanye west.

Jane: is there music playing?

Lilly nods

Jane: what song?

Lilly shrugs

Lilly: some rap shite. Not my style.

Jane continues to break down over no music, while Lilly rummages in her pockets. Suddenly, (in c/u) Lilly grabs Jane’s hand, opens her palm, and places an in ear headphone in it.

Lilly: heard about this from a deaf buddy of mine. Should do you right.

Then from silence, we hear the first few chords of “space oddity” fade in. Jane’s face lights up , and she looks up to Lilly.

Low angled shot from Jane’s perspective, of Lilly reaching down to her, in the traditional “shall we dance” way. Jane gets up, and they dance simply for a bit, before Jane pulls Lilly in for a deep hug, and we get the cliché, heads over the shoulders shot.

We then cut to them on the pavement in front of the house. They are leaning on each other as they stroll. Careless whisper is playing softly in the background, like it’s emanating loudly from the house.

We see Jane reach into a side pocket, and pull out the same notepad as before.

Jane: so… do you wanna go for coffee sometime?

Lilly reads this with a raised eyebrow and a smirk.

Lilly: so, a date then. Are you sure? I’m quite high maintenance .

She points to the sign , still hung around her neck. c/u of Jane leaning in, to whisper something into Lilly’s ear.

Jane, speaking softly: yes I’m sure, silly

Cut to a shot of them separating, and then walking away from the camera, backs to the audience, holding hands. If we need to, roll credits over this with soft music- it must be love by madness- specifically the line " how can it be that we can say so much without words"

#lgbtq #lesbian #script #disabilties #asexual #short film

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sapphichogwartsgirlsnet · 7 years

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Blame it on the Alcohol

Get To Know The Members Event- Favourite Ship: Pansmione

By @newt-scamancler

“Hey Pansy,” Hermione Granger slurred, trying to walk towards the bar stool where Pansy had been sat for over 2 hours, ever since the happy couple had said their vows and danced to several slow songs about love and family and all that shit.

“Granger, is it just me or are you completely and utterly pissed?”

“Ur, yeah, divorce will do that to you. Or… drive you to do that I suppose.” Pansy suddenly became very aware of Hermione’s hands on the bar which were roughly three inches away from her tits.

“I wouldn’t go spreading that around at a wedding, especially not to the saviour of the whole goddamn universe, and my best friend.”

“Don’t… talk… about Harry like that Pansy.” Hermione said admonishingly. Or as admonishingly as she could in her inebriated state.

“For fuck’s sake Granger, I’m casting a sobriety charm on you,” Pansy said, waving her wand in the general direction of Hermione’s liver. It would take a few minutes to remove the majority of the alcohol from her system but it was less painful than a potion.

“What the fuck did you do that for Parkinson?” Hermione snarled, “I wanted to forget my problems but now you’ve just fucked it all up. What’s your motive, Slytherin?”

Pansy casually ran her pinkie finger around the lip of her mojito glass to collect all the remaining sugar and then slowly licked it off, enjoying Hermione’s anticipating eyes watching her. She knew that Hermione was only waiting for her response but a girl could dream.

“I just want to have a decent conversation with somebody capable of holding their own at my best friend’s wedding, what’s so wrong with that?”

“Nothing, I suppose.” Hermione shrugged and gestured to the waiter to bring her a drink, “something with a lot of gin,” she specified.

“I didn’t have you pegged for a gin girl.”

“What did you think I’d drink?” Hermione asked as if she was genuinely interested in her response. Pansy’s stomach flipped but she decided to blame it on the alcohol.

“Malibu? Rosé wine?” Pansy loudly sucked up the last dregs of her mojito as she waited for Hermione’s reply.

“Typical straight girl drinks, huh?” Hermione rolled her eyes, “I should have known you were one to stereotype, Parkinson, you Slytherins are all the same.” She suddenly burst out laughing. For a second, Pansy was confused but then she realised the hypocrisy of Hermione’s words and giggled politely in the gentle way she had been raised to whilst revelling in Hermione’s uninhibited laughter.

“Granger, it’s been almost 20 years, I like to think I’m no longer the person who would give up the Boy Wonder to the Dark Lord, or follow my family’s prejudices.” She took a long sip of her drink before realising that it was just melted ice and that there was no alcohol left in the glass. She frowned and turned to the extremely attentive, almost creepily so, bartender and asked for another mojito with another shot of Bacardi, “holy fuck, I’m not drunk enough for this.”

“Me neither, no thanks to you.” Hermione said, glaring at Pansy.

“Yeah, sorry about that.”

“No you’re not.”

“No, I’m not,” Pansy admitted. Hermione was grinning and Pansy maintained eye contact for what was probably slightly too long but she was beginning to feel quite tipsy so it didn’t seem to matter too much at that moment in time.

At that point, someone cleared their throat loudly and Pansy realised that Harry had stood up and had used sonorus to amplify his voice.

“Hi everyone, thanks again for coming, I know you’re probably bored of me by now,” laughter and noises of disagreement sounded around the room, “but I just wanted to dedicate this next dance to someone that I loved very much, the years I spent with her were some of the happiest of my life. I can see her everywhere, in our son, in her siblings, and even occasionally in the man I am proud to call my husband. This is for Ginny.”

“For Ginny,” the room echoed. Pansy noticed tears on the cheeks of the Weasley matriarch and many of the other Gryffindors around the room.

She turned back to the woman on the barstool next to her as All I Want by the muggle band Kodaline started playing. She recognised the song from Draco and Harry’s radio set that they insisted on playing at every dinner party and began to hum along. “Hey Granger,” she said boldly, “want to dance with me? Show that ex-husband of yours what he lost?”

“I’ll probably regret this, but sure Parkinson, lead the way.”

It had been a while since Pansy had felt another person’s hands on her waist as gentle as Hermione’s as they slow danced with a paired up crowd of the happy couple’s friends and family. The song was really quite exquisite and even more emotional now that Pansy knew that Harry associated it with his late wife.

When you said your last goodbye

I died a little bit inside

I lay in tears in bed all night

Alone without you by my side.

Tears streamed freely down Hermione’s face and Pansy wiped them away, feeling her stomach flutter at the tender, casual contact. She began to sing along to the chorus, keeping eye contact with the woman with the kind brown eyes she was holding in her arms.

“If you loved me, why'd you leave me? Take my body, take my body,” she sang as Hermione smiled sadly, remembering her departed friend. “All I want is, and all I need is to find somebody. I'll find somebody like you.”

“Thank you,” Hermione whispered as the song ended.

“Me? You’re thanking me?”

“Yes, you idiot,” Hermione’s face was suddenly very close to her own and Pansy could see the tears clinging to her long, dark eyelashes. As Hermione drew ever closer, Pansy was unable to let herself entirely believe what was about to happen but, as Hermione’s soft lips pressed against her own, she was startled back to reality. As Hermione took Pansy’s lower lip between her teeth, Pansy could feel everyone’s eyes on them.

“Do you think I’m a typical straight girl now?” Hermione asked, smirking.

#member content #event #hermione granger #pansy parkinson #pansy x hermione #pansmione #drarry

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badatpseudonyms · 5 years

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Country Music and Tequila

Some nights you just make poor choices. Most nights I make poor choices, when tequila is involved. Whether you want it or not l, the inevitable will find a way to catch up with you, especially when aided by alcohol. This is a story about a night where, by the grace of satan himself, I found myself headed to a friends house with a flannel and boots in my passengers seat. I sat in traffic with knots in my stomach thinking of all the times our plans had fallen through. Maybe that was for the best. But tonight was a perfect storm and everything came together, against our better judgement. A and I always had a habit of harmless flirting, but harmless flirting is all fun and games until it isn’t. Over the year and some change that we’d known each other we had experienced a wide range of emotions toward one another. I’d liked him and from what I can gather, his primary feelings toward me were lust and a little bit of guilt. In recent weeks we had been more verbally expressive of our flirtatious feelings but action was not an option so for the most part he avoided me and I pretended I didn’t notice or care. On this particular evening when I arrived at his house, I realized I had never been inside, and there were many reasons for this:

1) Due to the nature of how we met, I was just more or less a dirty little secret he had rather than a friend.

2) I’m assuming, because of reason one, I’d never met any of his family.

3) He lacked the ability to make a clean break from an ex girlfriend who hated me.

She was younger and very possessive and to her, any female friend was a threat. Considering the history of our friendship, that was fair in my case. But she didn’t know that. She would rather he be miserable and alone than have any contact with the women in his life and sometimes it felt like I was public enemy number one. The humor in it was that she had no idea who I was. We had even met face to face at my place of work and she failed to identify me as A’s forbidden friend. Regardless of her cluelessness, meeting her still gave me overwhelming anxiety. Lord know what she would have said or done if she’d known who I was.

For all the reasons listed above and maybe some more, the idea of entering A’s house had my stomach flipping. It felt like a step in the wrong direction. Maybe I was ok with not being so close to his life. It was too late now, as the next thing I knew I was moving toward the door and opening it into a room with a hand full of people and some country music playing. He had instructed me to just come in when I arrived and that was something I simply wasn’t comfortable with in any situation, so I was relieved when one of the first things I saw was his smiling face. As out of my element as I was, it made me feel better knowing that he was happy to see me. He hugged me hello and looked me up and down. It was then I remembered I had not changed since leaving work so I was still dressed head to toe in black and white stripes and chunky boots. He lent me his bathroom to change into something more appropriate for the bar we were planning on heading to and as I put on my new outfit I felt just a little more comfortable. My biggest worry at the moment was making friends with the group of people I’d never met in the kitchen. When I was finished I was offered shots and graciously declined, as I didn’t want my first impression on these people to be one of me spitting up a vodka shot onto the kitchen counter. It was surreal being in the house because the only time I’d seen it before now had been in Snapchat’s over the year we’d known each other.

Once everyone had had their fill of pregame shots we piled into some cars and were off to the bar. I felt a little better once we were on the way but the bar we were headed to was somewhere I’d never been. Country music and mechanical bull riding aren’t generally in my wheelhouse of likes or enjoyable activities.

We arrived and went inside. Once we were seated a bucket of beers was placed before us on the table, enter B. B is A’s brother and as previously specified, a family member I’d never met. I was introduced as a friend that A met through his time around the local ice rink and that was that. B took a friendly liking to me after that and made sure I was never without a drink in my hand, which I am eternally grateful for. After the first round a group of B’s friends showed up, a group nobody else knew. They joined in on the drinks but didn’t do much talking with anyone but B. A handful of them would look some of the girls up and down but I didn’t worry too much. A and I eventually split from the group, we watched some bull riding and did some bull riding ourselves. We ate snacks. We ran into people he knew. And eventually we ended up taking a shot or two. After more margaritas than I can remember and a shot B slipped another drink in my hand, at which point A made the executive decision that I was cut off. I didn’t object. For the next little while I danced with some girls I’d never met and he talked to an acquaintance from school. At some point it came to our attention that the rest of our group wasn’t even at the bar anymore so he called an Uber and we rode back to his place where there was a decent sized party starting.

It was simultaneously as we walked through the front door that A received something along the lines of his 20th call of the night from his ex. It came to my attention that she had been calling all night. He didn’t seem too shaken so I didn’t let myself dwell on it.

The inside of the house was filled with twice the number of people we had started the night with and things were getting fun. Drinking, cocaine, and a hot tub were all contributing to the ultimate party atmosphere that seemed to encapsulate all of us. The initial group we went to the bar with, the guys who showed up later, and a handful of people that were new to me stood in the living room and kitchen, spilling out the back door. One of the late arrivals at the bar was staring me down from across the room but as drunk as I was, I simply didn’t care. I partook in the party favors as much as I felt comfortable and before I knew it, it was well after 1 AM. I stood still in the middle of the living room to try to recall all the steps that had brought me to that point and find the time I had seemingly lost. At that moment I became very aware that someone was in my personal space bubble. I zoned back into reality to realize it was the guy who had been staring at me when we first arrived back at the house. Without missing a beat he very directly and abruptly said “Yo. You’re gorgeous. Can I eat you out?” What the hell? Is this real life? I very uncomfortably gave him a faint “No” as a reply. “Why not? You’re hot. You should let me.” My body tensed up harder and faster than it ever had before. I needed him to get the FUCK away from me but I was too afraid of confrontation to make that known to anyone outside of my head.

After what felt like an eternity of him making unbroken eye contact with me, I felt a hand around my waist. I nearly jumped out of my skin. I turned, and to my relief, it was A. My knight in worn out flannel. Hand on my hip and a no messing around look on his face, a very clear message was sent. “This your girl?” the strange pushy man asked. A did nothing but give a firm nod and my pursuer backed off. He continued to look at me like a piece of meat as he backed away slowly but eventually left me alone. I had never been more thankful for A in my life. I don’t think I ever got a chance to express my gratitude verbally before shit hit the fan.

Without warning, A dashed out the front door. “What the fuck? Where is he going in such a hurry, it’s 2 AM?” I thought to myself. B quickly cleared up my confusion. Since he wasn’t answering her calls, A’s ex took it upon herself to crash the party and was right outside. B gave me his sweatshirt and slipped me into the back yard where I ducked down. I found myself shaking from a combination of the October cold, being splashed with hot tub water by wanna be frat boys, and the onset of a panic attack. At some point, B must have realized I was more nervous than the situation called for and wanted answers. He asked me what was going on and if I was ok. I explained to him why A’s ex had every reason to hate me and why I feared her and why A feared her knowing I was there.

B usually isn’t the one to turn to for emotional comfort but in that moment he knew exactly what to do. Their home had been added to a few years prior and due to this there was a whole section of the house that hid behind a padlocked door in the last room of the hallway. Behind it was two bedrooms, a bathroom, and an entire man cave. It was like walking through a secret passageway. I curled up in one of the beds and this is where I rode out the majority of my panic attack. Through the all too thin walls I could hear some screaming and sounds of an altercation, but I had no way of knowing if this was the party or A and his ex having a verbal joust.

Time moved slowly and all too quickly at the same time. 2 gave way to 3, and shortly after 3 I could hear someone opening the padlocked door. I feared that she knew I was here. As footsteps approached the door to the room I was in, my stomach sank and I felt sick. I believe now that I may have just been too Intoxicated for my own good and those fears were irrational, but I was scared none the less. My fears immediately dissipated when I saw A walk through the door, frazzled but alone. He was covered head to toe in something sticky and faintly red. She had thrown his own concoction of rockstar energy drink and vodka on him in her fit of rage.

He seemed just as relieved to be in that room as I did because after that all we did was talk until we were both calm enough to go to bed. I asked if he wanted to stay in the room with me because his own bed was covered in sugary drink and alcohol. He took me up on my offer. He made himself comfortable, slipping off his pants and shirt. It was his own house, who as I to tell him he couldn’t sleep comfortably. I laid next to him in my leggings and his brothers sweatshirt. At some point he turned on his side and put his hand around my waist. I hadn’t noticed earlier but I definitely noticed then the sexual charge behind his touch. He whispered something in my ear. He been thinking about something I said recently. Something flirty and insignificant but something that was enough to make both of us feel an urge to act. I was so charged with emotions and alcohol and sexual energy that I turned my self completely around and kissed him. I was feeling a need to be closer to him, one that a kiss wasn’t satisfying. I think at that point we both knew there was no stopping and we stripped off the remainder of the clothes we had on and had sex there in what I had been calling my fortress. All the tension in my body from the rest of the night vanished and I felt safe. I felt taken care of. I felt like I was impervious to consequences.

The rest of that sequence is a blue but it doesn’t matter. What matters is that at very least, the night had our version of a happy ending. Even aside from sexual chemistry, A was important to me so the whole experience only brought us closer together in my opinion. I knew I could always count on him when I really truly needed it.

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Hello, and welcome to the DL scenarios/headcanons community! Could I ask how the boys would react to finding out there s/o was MTF Transgender? If this makes you uncomfortable you don't have to do it :3

Ki: Hi, and thank you! You didn’t specify for which boys butI guess I should fix that up in my intro post haha. So this’ll just be theSakamaki boys. If you want the Mukami boys please resend orz.

I think this is also a good time to be clear about these kindsof topics. I, myself, am heterosexual. And I can’t see that changing (as of now, I guess, idk man).That being said, many of my friends, maybe 1/5 are apart of the LGBTQ+community so I have a pretty decent understanding of most things, and a smalljoke on my main blog is that I’d get drunk with the (LGBTQ+)Babadook (Dude Itotally would, it would be wild). Basically what I’m saying is that please

-please-

tell me if I make any mistakes or do something wrong, and I will do mybest to fix it!

For this ask, because I’m not very educated on the topicI’ll be taking it as s/o coming out/telling the boys that they are trans, ifthat’s fine with you orz.

Now on to the headcanons~

Shu

He’s a little shocked at first to be honest but will remainapathetic to it in the end, I mean; you’re you now, right? So what does itmatter who or what you were before?

That being said, he doesn’t take for granted the courage itmust have taken for you to tell him. And he appreciates that greatly.

Reiji

He doesn’t seem surprised but he is, he wouldn’t have knownthat you were transgender.

Reiji is a pretty straightforward and traditional person soit may take him awhile to come around and understand the whole transgenderthing.

Once he does come around he’s very proud of you and thankfulof the trust you’ve placed in him.

Ayato

Gender isn’t something ore-sama worries about, what are youso nervous about? Is what Ayato wants himself to believe, but it takes him bysurprise.

Would probably need a few days to sort his brain out.

But he would eventually come around and pull you right intoa hug.

He’s endlessly proud of you, endearingly using the term “hisprincess”.

Kanato

Kanato is rather indifferent to it, but takes it more asyou’re into cross-dressing.

You’ll have to explain to him how being transgender works.

Once he understands he decides he’s gonna dress you up ineven more feminine clothes, calling you his precious, cute doll.

Laito

Probably the fastest to understand the situation with Subaruin second place, and not very shocked.

Happy you told him yourself and that you trust him thatmuch.

Probably the most cool with, and fine with it out of all thebrothers, and it doesn’t really change much in his eyes.

Subaru

Shocked, very shocked, he would’ve never guessed. Butalongside Laito he’d take it rather easily.

He wouldn’t really care, but would be extremely thankful youtrust him enough to tell him.

Might help calm you down depending on how nervous you were telling him.

#headcanons #sakamaki #sakamaki shu #sakamaki reiji #sakamaki ayato #sakamaki kanato #sakamaki laito #sakamaki subaru #transgender #lgbtq+

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rival competitive chorus conductor au + "last year i made a bet with you that my students would beat yours in the rankings this year i didn't think you'd actually REMEMBER fuck you won" 😇

Okay, so sadly there is minimal smut here. I WAS TRYING TO KEEP IN MINI. I will do better with the others!

Good Old Fashioned Rivalry

Her phone buzzes on her coffee table and Caroline glares atit resentfully. She’s got a pretty good idea who’s texting her. She’d turneddown Kat’s offer to go out and drown her post-loss sorrows and Bon’s out oftown. Few of her other acquaintances would reach out this time on a Fridayevening.

Ugh, couldn’t he have at least waited a day?Let her lick her wounds in peace? She’d been so sure her programme was awinner, had drilled the kids mercilessly for weeks. It had paid off and they’re performance had been nearly flawless, andso pleased with themselves. To lose by a measly tenth of a point had beenheartbreaking and Caroline was already planning to bring ‘Cheer up, you’reawesome’ cupcakes on Monday and let them go wild at rehearsal, high on sugarand songs from Disney scores.

They deserved a break though apparently she didn’t merit one.

Why had shemade that stupid bet? And why couldn’t the drinks they’d shared afterwards haveworked their magic and made him forget it? If only they’d had a few more.Caroline certainly wished she could forget those minutes she’d spent on his lapin the back of that cab they’d shared. Remembering had proven to be a curseover the last few months.

She’d replayed it in her mind way too often.She told herself she wasn’t disappointed that things had ended prematurely thatnight, before things could get all that interesting or irrevocable. Klaus’ handshad lingered on her thighs, just brushing her panties instead of slippingunderneath, a frustrating tease that had had her panting into his mouth. Thedriver had interrupted them, screeching to a stop and barking out a demand forpayment. It was for the best, Caroline had told herself, as she’d straightenedher skirt and scurried inside with a hasty goodnight tossed over her shoulder. She’dfound herself watching his hands at competitions, instead of doing her job and payingattention to his choir, too often as it was. If they’d gone further? She’dnever be able to keep her composure in his presence and it would be a disaster.

God, he’d be so smug if he knew.

Another text comes through and she groans,letting her head thump back into the couch. She’s not surprised, Klaus isnothing if not persistent. That’s what had gotten her into this mess in thefirst place. She digs her spoon into her pint of ice cream, unearths afortifying chunk of peanut butter cup and reaches for her phone.

Pure Dimpled Evil [8:47 PM]: Does tomorrownight work for you? What time shall I pick you up?

Pure Dimpled Evil [8:51 PM]: Don’ttell me you’re welching, Ms. Forbes. Whatever would the little ones say?

Pure Dimpled Evil [8:52 PM]: Aren’tyou supposed to set an example? Embody the spirit of sportsmanship or some suchnonsense?

Ugh, she was going to need more than ice cream. She totallyshould have stopped and gotten wine. Maybe even gin.

Caroline [8:53 PM]: I’m notgoing to be mentioning any bets to my students. You probably shouldn’t either.It won’t look so good to your fancy helicopter parents that you’re gettingdates through nefarious means, will it?

Pure Dimpled Evil [8:54]:Nefarious? Hardly. You agreed quite readily. So certain you’d be victorious. Idid enjoy the confidence, sweetheart, but you’ve no one to blame for yourpredicament but yourself. Besides, I’ve noted a certain inclination to win atall costs amongst my choir’s parents. I dare say they’d approve of my methods.

That last point, Caroline could grudgingly concede, wasprobably correct. The prep school Klaus taught at charged astronomical tuitionfees and she’d glimpsed more sternness and scrutiny than enjoyment orencouragement from the few parents who bothered to come to competitions. Andokay, fine, she had made the bet willingly. Klaus had goaded but that was noexcuse. He was just an aggravating person in general, delighted in pushing herbuttons. She really should just stop letting him.

Even if it was kinda fun.

Caroline [8:59 PM]: Sunday.Brunch.

Pure Dimpled Evil [9:00 PM]: Now, nowI specified a proper date. Brunch does not qualify.

Caroline [9:00 PM]: Brunchdates are a thing!

Pure Dimpled Evil [9:01 PM]: I’m surethey’re not. Brunch is for old married couples. Dinner. Somewhere with lowlighting and good drinks.

Caroline [9:02 PM]: Planningon getting me drunk enough to find you charming? Better bring your credit card.

Pure Dimpled Evil [9:03 PM]: Ouch, love.I’d be offended if you weren’t lying.

Her jaw drops, and she sets her ice cream aside. A quickglance tells her it’s becoming a melty mess, her conversation with Klaus havingdistracted her from eating.

Caroline [9:05 PM]: Excuseyou, I am not.

Pure Dimpled Evil [9:05 PM]: You’venever have made the bet if you weren’t willing to go out with me, Caroline. Youtried your hardest to win because you loathe losing but I’d wager you’re notall that disappointed in the outcome, are you?

Caroline [9:06 PM]: Nope,sorry. I actually just really wanted to win.

Pure Dimpled Evil [9:07 PM]: Alright,then I suppose I misconstrued things. Best of luck next time. Until we meetagain, Caroline.

Wait, what? She stares at her phone for several long seconds,baffled by his abrupt shift to formality. She expects more, for those threelittle dots that mean Klaus us tapping out some longer reply to pop up on herscreen. But there’s nothing and Caroline finds herself making a call.

He picks up on the third ring, sounding guarded, “Hello?”

“’Until we meet again?’” she spits out incredulously. “Couldyou be any more dramatic?”

“Likely, if I put the effort in. Would you perhaps like tooffer some tips?”

Caroline ignores the mild dig, “What does that even mean?”

Klaus reply is measured, maddeningly patient, “It means thatI imagine we’ll not see each other until our paths cross again at the nextmeet. I believe it’s next month though the precise date escapes me.”

“What about…”

“I’ve no need to coercea woman into dating me, love.”

She makes a noise, one that doesn’t even come close to being aword at all, pulls her phone away from her ear to stare at it. Was he callingher bluff here?

So annoying.

“Come over,” she finds herself blurting out.

“Caroline…”

She hadn’t exactly meant to say it but now that it’s outthere she has no desire to take it back. “Do you remember where my apartmentis?”

“Yes, but…”

Caroline cuts him off, “You’re right, okay? And I’m probablyliterally never going to say that again so enjoy it this one time.”

His tone warms up considerably and Caroline’s reasonably surehe’s smiling, “Is that a yes to dinner?”

“Tomorrow. At 7,” Caroline agrees.

“Perhaps I’ll not need to pick you up, hmm? I’ll see you intwenty minutes.”

He hangs up before she can say anything else and Carolinefinds herself blinking down at her phone, smiling in a way that would be super embarrassingif there were any witnesses present. She lets it drop to the cushion and that’swhen she realizes that she is so not dressed appropriately.

Her leggings and faded Whitmore sweatshirt left her decently coveredbut that was kind of the problem. A late evening visit from a guy you’d beenhaving serious dirty thoughts about called for clothes of the inappropriate variety.

Crap. She’s got to hurry.

Klaus buzzes eighteen minutes later – and while generallyCaroline is a big believer in punctuality this one time she could have used acouple extra minutes to prepare. Her apartment is only tidy-ish (she’d plannedto rectify that tomorrow) with a pile of grading strewn over the coffee table,a small buildup of dishes in the kitchen, and a mountain of laundry that’swaited to be folded on the loveseat.

Naturally, she shoves Klaus against the door as soon as he’sinside, running her palms up over the thin fabric that covers his torso and tuggingoff his jacket.

What? It’s the perfect distraction.

He seems to have no complaints, burying his hands in her hairas soon as his hands are free from his sleeves and slanting his mouth overhers. There’s nothing tentative in his kiss and Caroline’s lips part on a sigh,meeting his eagerness with her own.

He tastes minty, like he’d stopped to brush his teeth beforecoming over and Caroline finds herself smiling. Klaus pulls back slightly,resting his forehead against hers. “What?”

She bites down on her lower lip in an attempt to stifleherself. “Nothing. Hi. Thanks for coming over.”

His laugh is soft and his lips brush hers again. “Thanks forinviting me over.” He pulls back when she tries to deepen the contact, suckingin a harsh breath when her hands slip under his shirt. He goes very still andshe takes the opportunity to explore the tense muscle under her palms thoroughly. He swallows harshly, soundsa little strained, “We don’t have to…”

She stills, stepping back slightly. A quick glance down showsthat, according to the bulge in his jeans, Klaus’ body is very much on board. Still,that didn’t necessarily meananything. “Do you not want to?”

He moves quickly, flipping their positions, hitching her legaround his hip. She’d changed into a dress, a floaty little summer thing, andhis eyes widen slightly as his hand slides up her thigh, curling around herhip. Her bare hip. “I definitely wantto,” he rasps.

“Good,” Caroline breathes, tightening her leg and tilting herhips so he grinds against her. “Glad we’re on the same page.”

Klaus needs no further encouragement, his head dipping so hislips slide over her shoulder, nudging the strap of her dress aside. His hand onher hip encourages her to keep moving and she obliges, resting more of herweight against the door. His stubble scrapes over her skin, following the pathof her falling dress, and Caroline fights a shiver. His free hand tugs when thefabric catches on the peak of her nipple and then his mouth is there, hot andwet and greedy.

She works her other arm out herself so her dress pools at herwaist, sliding her hand into his hair when he moves to switch to the neglectedbreast. She doesn’t let him though her body’s screaming for more, yanking hismouth back to his and pushing away from the door. They kiss frantically, handsroaming over heated skin and Klaus lets her walk him backwards, helps her tosshis shirt aside and takes the opportunity to shove her dress off her hips. “Bedroom,”Caroline manages, ripping her mouth from his to suck in a lungful of air. “Andtake off your pants.”

Their hands tangle around his belt buckle, clumsy andshaking. She finds herself muffling a laugh in his shoulder even as she getshis zipper down and her hand inside. He shudders when she wraps her fingersaround him and the accompanying strangled grunt of her name is intenselysatisfying. She pulls back to watch his face, to enjoy his darkening eyes andslack lips as she learns how he likes to be touched.

They stumble into her bed and go down in an ungraceful heap.Klaus manages to pin her hands, presses them into the mattress next to herhead. He attempts to look stern though it’s less than successful, flushed as heis, his hair ruffled from her hands. “I have been thinking about this for fartoo long to come on your hands the first time.”

She attempts a matching seriousness, “So what you’re sayingis that handjobs are cool the second time?”

He pushes off from her, standing so he can strip out of therest of her clothes. “Sorry, but no. I’ve plans for the second time as well.”

She props herself up on her elbows, doesn’t even attempt tomake it look like she’s doing anything but ogling him. It’s only fair, shethinks, with the way his eyes are glued to her. “And when exactly do I get myturn?”

Klaus grins, his hands hooking under her knees and pullingher closer to the edge of the bed. “Perhaps another bet’s in order, hmm? Sincethe last one worked out so well.”

She’s not exactly going to argue, not when he’s dropping tohis knees, pressing his lips to her inner thigh. She’s about to question himabout terms of said bet (and mock him mercilessly if it was anything aboutgetting her to scream his name) but Klaus’ thumb slips over her folds gently, partingher and pressing deeper until it’s slickened with her arousal. She’d be embarrassedby how wet she was if she hadn’t just had her hand around his cock. She moanswhen he finds her clit, drawing slow circles that have her thighs twitching.

Clearly Klaus was adept at distraction techniques. She’d haveto remember that.

#klaroline #klaroline drabbles #klaroline smut #ish #I feel like I couldn't go full on #because my choral director was a truly frightening lady #thetourguidebarbie

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