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Bad News First, Eddie - Completed [Ao3]
Part One 🦇 Part Two🦇Part Three🦇Final Part
Shovel Talk(s) - Completed [Ao3]
Part One 🦇Part Two🦇Part Three🦇Final Part
Porcelain Steve - Completed [Ao3]
Part One🦇Part Two🦇Part Three🦇Part Four🦇Part Five🦇Part Six🦇Part Seven🦇Part Eight🦇Final Part
What's Eight Plus Seven? - On Going - [Ao3]
Part One🦇Part Two🦇Part Three🦇Part Four🦇Part Five🦇Part Six
The Interview - Completed [Ao3]
The Interview (Part One)
The Response (Part Two)
The Conversation (Part Three)
Untitled Song - A The Interview Tie-In Fic [Ao3]
No Regrets - On Going
Part One🦇 Part Two🦇Part Three🦇Part Four🦇Part Five🦇Part Six
Good People - Completed [Ao3]
Part One🦇Part Two🦇Final Part
My Default’s Self-Destruct (Oh, I’m Not Used to Normal) - On Going
Part One
Steve and Robin talk about how Steve wants to be romanced, instead of always doing the romancing.
Eddie's over dramatic, Steve talks him down, and they're okay in the end :)
Steve reflects on how other people make the decisions in his life and decides, y'know what? No. Fuck that and fuck you.
Beg You to Love Me - Steve and Eddie talk for the first time two and a half years after they break up. [Ao3]
Steve pines for Eddie and carves a pumpkin for the first time. He is completely normal about both things. [Ao3]
Eddie left, and has to face the consequences of that
Steve has great parents and goes to therapy. Too bad he forgot to tell his friends that [Ao3]
Middle School Meet Cute? [Ao3]
One sentence and one phone call are all it takes for Steve to realize he needs to go after what he wants [Ao3]
Steve's sad, Eddie's an (accidentally on-purpose) jerk, and the miscommunication gets solved? [Ao3]
Steve gets Vecna'd and a terrible rendition of Bohemian Rhapsody saves him
Angsty Ella Enchanted AU
Steve finds it funny, the differences between him and Eddie.
#81. “We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you want to stop and feel the rain?” [Ao3]
#23. “Just pretend to be my date.” and #60. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to seduce me.” [Ao3]
#60. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were trying to seduce me." [Ao3]
#13. "I dare you to kiss me"
Requested by Anon - Eddie catches Billy throwing Steve around in the locker room; it leads to an unintentional deescalation of the situation and a conversation Eddie's surprised to have. [Ao3]
Steddie Week 2023: Day 1: Pining [Ao3]
Anon Prompt - Robin brags about her boyfriend to Steve. He's a little jealous, because he wants to brag about his own boyfriend but doesn't know if Robin is safe to tell that too. Until, whoops, turns out Robin's BF and Steve's BF are the same boyfriend. [Ao3]
Steve doesn't want to be put on a pedestal. Eddie doesn't understand, and tries to reassure Steve. [Ao3]
Eddie's friends try to prove Steve's cheating on him. Eddie doesn't take kindly to them trying to ruin his relationship for no reason.
Plot Idea I’ll never fully flush out or write but gotta get out of my head or it’ll never let me know peace again. It’s basically Steve sent from the future going all John Wick.
Steve-focused ficlet exploring the idea of Steve becoming a Mean Girl because he learned his tactics from Carol Perkins rather than Tommy, and how he regrets the results of that.
Domestic Bliss fluff fic that ends in a loving blow job. Minors DNI. [Ao3]
Childhood Best Friends AU where Steve and Eddie agree to learn the elvish script from The Hobbit so they can pass notes and no one can read them. Things get a little messy when Eddie moves away with no notice but Steve takes it upon himself to learn Elvish anyway. [Ao3]
Steve doesn't think before he all but crawls seductively into Eddie's lap accidentally. There's also not much thinking once he realizes what he's done, or in the aftermath of it. [Ao3]
Steve, Gareth, and Chrissy Are Cousins [Ao3]
Steve, Gareth, and Chrissy are all cousins, and Gareth doesn't want anyone to know that. For his street cred.
The Steve, Gareth, and Chrissy are cousins AU gets sad (Sad AU Part 1).
Steve realizes he's the only adult left In The Know in Hawkins; Gareth wants answers, one way or another (Sad AU Part 2).
Steve doesn't attend a funeral; Gareth goes with Jason&Co to Reefer Ricks (Sad AU Part 3).
The gang arrives at Skull Rock and Steve learns Gareth's now involved. Robin learns the truth (Sad AU Part 4).
Vecna gives Steve the vision and forces him to make a choice (Sad AU Part 5).
Everyone learns they are cousins now and it goes well. Gareth makes his own plan to save the day. (Sad AU Part 6).
Wayne joins the fight and Gareth ensures that Max gets saved (Sad AU Part 7).
The cousins reconcile. Max and Steve don't (yet). It's as happy an end as a Sad AU can get (Sad AU Final Part).
Time Travel Fix It Fic
Class of '85 [Ao3]
Save Max [Ao3]
September Prompts 2023
Coffee Smell ○ Horizon ○ Foggy Mornings ○ Jukebox ○ "Kiss me or leave me" ○ "Did you lie to me?" ○ Bonfire ○ Recipe Book ○ Gas Station
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Also, i don't see that many headcannons of Sevika with an autistic gf so I'm going to write it, babe. It's so sweet and heartwarming it's gonna give you a cavity and heatstroke. At least, how I think it'd go down based on my experience as an autistic person:
-since her gf carries a backpack with all the lil amenities she might need (like headphones, stim toys, glasses, a heavy sweater, meds, snacks, water, pens, notepad, etc.), Vika carries it for her a lot of the time because "it's too heavy for you, I wanna carry it".
-I don't like holding hands, i get clammy and it's just uncomfortable. So I can just picture her holding on to Sevika's elbow junction or sleeve instead. Gf probably needs to hang on to Sevika bc of the sensory overload Zaun sometimes causes and directions disorienting her (i can tell from experience loud, bright places with many people have lead me to one too many anxiety attacks/meltdowns, even if I know the place).
-OMG SEVIKA HELPING WITH WEIGHTED PRESSURE THERAPY. 😭😭😭 Like, asking Vika for hugs or to squeeze her sometimes to help regulate her anxiety or sensory issues. I would sell a kidney for this to be me.
-when they cuddle, Sevika basically substituting the weighted blanket. She's warm, she's heavy and her heartbeat is soothing. No more comment on the matter.
-Vika coming home to her gf burrowed in 3 different blankets lmao. Me
-Vika keeping a lil notebook with her for when her gf goes non-verbal, so it's easier to communicate. Specially if she's getting overwhelmed. It's a glitter pen and she loves said gf's handwriting.
-if gf's feeling averse to touch that day, the cold of the metal hand is more comfortable to hold on to.
-as I said, Vika might have hearing loss. With a gf who is averse to some noises, specially loud and complex noises, those two might end up resorting to sign language.
-basically sharing a closet with Sevika, even if said woman's clothes are too big for her gf. Sev's clothes are so soft and comfy, her gf will wear them casually. Meanwhile, Sevika is wearing a xxl pink hoodie, with unicorn ears and everything, belonging to her lil gf bc said gf kidnapped them all.
-y'know how I mentioned the nerdy gf rambling about the stuff she's interested in? Exactly that but more specific like "did you know there's a type of shark that's basically concentrated piss? If it's cooked wrong, you can end up drunk." "I'm sorry what." "Yeah, and since it lives for up to 500 years, it takes 150 for it to sexually mature." "Babe, that could never be me"
-sleeping way more than Sevika, to get enough REM sleep. So she's used to her gf laying her head on her arm if she's getting too tired. She has so many pics of you cuddling on her pillow while sleeping.
-is extra patient when talking with her gf, and gently helps her articulate sentences when she's having a hard time structuring her thoughts.
-when Vika lost her arm, she did all the research she could to help her cope with the loss and the phantom pains. Her being the only person capable of convincing Sevika into going to therapy every once in a while. Making sure the professionals helping her with her prothesis and everything are treating her well and that she's as comfortable and as happy as possible.
-they each have their rooms for when they each need space, as both have a strong temper and get overwhelmed/triggered for different reasons. Both are welcome in eachother's rooms, but it's a symbol of understanding y'know??
-Sevika being careful and watching out for the smell of alcohol or cigars to not be too strong, as the last thing she wants is for her gf to avoid kissing her. Her gf loves the smell cuz she associates it with being happy and with Vika, but strong smells feel like her brain will pop.
-this one is a bit more personal to me: Vika punching the actual daylights out of anyone who says her gf is "too much" or that "her problem is she can't be fixed". Her gf is perfect for her and she'd rather kill someone than make her gf feel like she needs to change or fix herself.
I'm kinda sleepy so this is all my yearning-obsessed lil brain could conjure up at 10:30pm. Also, I have 0 romantic/erotic experience so these are mostly based off of what I'd wish it'd be like lmaoo. I hope you like it, have a lovely night. Might write more later on.
THE WAY I SMILED LIKE I HAVE A FUCKIN CRUSH.
tbh, I've always wanted to write about Sevika having an Autistic gf but I also didn't want to fuck anything up so I just never write it. I would hate myself if I wrote something that was not correct. I do however love reading what you write though.
pls, sevika carrying your backpack for you:(((( god, she's just so fucking precious and loving I want to cry. Genuinely, I think she would take such great care of you, yk? If she knows you don't like holding hands, she is completely fine with whatever part of her body you would hold onto, holding her elbow is so fucking cute PLEASE IM GOING INTO OVERLOAD
(replying to this while listening to slipknot is not fucking helping me LOL)
Please, hugging sevika sounds like a fuckin dream. Can you just imagine the way she lightly wraps her arms around you?? just to calm you down if you're feeling anxious??
Can see her being a human heated blanket. I won't make any more comments. Yall know.
"-Vika coming home to her gf burrowed in 3 different blankets lmao. Me" UHM??? WAY TO CALL ME OUT IN THIS TOO LMFAO.
"-if gf's feeling averse to touch that day, the cold of the metal hand is more comfortable to hold on to." you've woken up my soft side, why would you do this to me??? now I just want to hold her hand. But I agree. Also, because I have no idea, is that like a soothing mechanism? to hold onto something cold? i need to know
I need to see someone write sevika and sign language:(((( like I just... since I thought about her being illiterate. I can't get it out of my head :(((
"-basically sharing a closet with Sevika, even if said woman's clothes are too big for her gf. Sev's clothes are so soft and comfy, her gf will wear them casually. Meanwhile, Sevika is wearing a xxl pink hoodie, with unicorn ears and everything, belonging to her lil gf bc said gf kidnapped them all." THE WAY I GIGGLED. I CAN SEE HER IN A PINK HOODIE WITH UNICORN EARS. STOP THIS RN. WHY AM I FLUSTERED???
God, she would be so patient with you. Like you don't understand my love for this woman. She would literally be so soft, gentle, and slow with you. I also love a rambling gf, talking all the time and she just looks at you with a smile :( yes, i need it right now.
"Babe, that could never be me" i love her sob
The bedroom part, yeah i can understand that 100% and honestly? I don't think she's the type to rush you if you're not feeling okay. She will let you have your space, but she's still there does that make sense? not there right in your space, but around??
Fuck, sevika beating someone shouldn't be this hot. You need to relax before I start blushing again. With my whole heart, she knows you're amazing and perfect, but protecting you is always going to be her first thought when someone talks shit about you.
I'm sorry it took me a while to reply :( i hope you're sleeping well, or slept well <3
YES SEND ME MORE, I LOVE READING WHAT YOU SEND. i also want to learn new things <3
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Mayhem | Bob Floyd
Summary: The flight crew goes to Ice's funeral.
Pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x Mitchell f!reader (callsign: Mayhem)
Content warnings: It's so sad.
Spotify playlist | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 |
A/N: This one was so hard to write for personal reasons. I really cried.
You had basically given up on sleep. Bob was sound asleep next to you, and you'd be lying if you said that you weren't even the least bit jealous. You tried to be as quiet as possible when you slid out of the bed and went to the bathroom. Just as you thought that you were done crying about Ice, that picture of him and Mav told you otherwise.
Bob initially woke up to roll over, but he grabbed his glasses and got up when he saw the light from under the bathroom door.
"You okay in there?" Bob asked as he lightly knocked on the door. You took a deep breath before wiping your eyes and getting up.
"Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine," you said as you opened the door. Both of you knew that you had just told him a bold-faced lie. It was pretty obvious.
"Couldn't sleep?"
"No. And the funeral is tomorrow. Well, actually it's more like it's in a few hours, but that's not important."
"Come here," Bob said. He opened his arms and it was like you fell into his embrace. He carried you to the bed and wrapped an arm around you. It was then that you were finally able to fall asleep.
Both of your alarms went off at the same time and you scrambled to find your dress blues. You didn't say anything as you went downstairs to make some coffee. Bob came downstairs a few minutes later and poured himself some coffee before you went to take a shower.
"You ready?" Bob asked. You glanced at the oven clock and saw that it was almost time to go. You sighed and put your head in your hands.
"I know I have to go... But I don't want to, y'know? Like I don't want to accept that this is really happening."
"I'll be right there with you. I promise."
It took a few more minutes for you to start to head out. You had planned to drive separately, but Bob saw how upset you got when you got in the driver's seat. You hadn't even started the engine and you were a mess. He immediately offered to drive you in your car, and it was an offer that you gladly accepted.
The first song that played when he started the car was Home Sweet Home by Motley Crue, and that really sent you over the edge. Bob held your hand as much as he could throughout the drive. You handed him his cap as both of you got out of the car. Phoenix gave you a quick hug before everyone was ordered to stand at attention.
You weren't going to break down in front of everyone again. It was hard for you to hold yourself together when Ice was honored with a missing man formation. When Maverick tacked his wings into the casket, you clenched your jaw and shifted your gaze to the ground.
Everyone started to leave once they were able to, and you finally took a deep breath and let everything go. Bob gave you a hug and you stayed like that for a few minutes before Maverick walked over.
"I'll be by the car," Bob whispered in your ear. You nodded and watched him walk off before turning to face your dad.
"So... You and Bob?" He asked.
"About that... I know you told me that I shouldn't sleep with my colleagues but that was kind of after-,"
"You don't need to finish that sentence. Please, don't finish that sentence."
The comment made you chuckle.
"I'm not mad at you. Bob seems like a good guy and as long as you can keep it out of work, you'll be fine," he said. You smiled and started to walk to the car when you heard Rooster calling your name.
"Would you and Bob want to meet us at The Hard Deck for some beers later? First round is on me."
"Let me think about it. Thanks."
"You're welcome."
You mentioned going to The Hard Deck to Bob, but both of you were pretty tired when you got back to your house. After you changed your clothes, you took a nap together.
Taglist:
@peaches-1999 @tallrock35 @paintballkid711 @luckyladycreator2 @multifandom-fangirl4
#bob floyd x reader#top gun: maverick#tom iceman kazansky#bradley rooster bradshaw#mayhem#natasha phoenix trace#reader insert#pete maverick mitchell#rooster#robert bob floyd#maverick#pheonix#bob
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I wanna say I'm not calling you cringey or anything okay, I would never, I don't think that, of anything at all except myself clearly ;
How the FUCK have you gotten through 230 fics without y'know, cringing at your planning? (I really admire it, I really am just asking how), I, for the life of me, cannot even plan this because Every Two Sentences my brain goes ok this sucks
I love your fics, if that wasn't super clear lmao
Okay Bye <3
i would never cringe at myself bc my writing is too powerful <3 the confidence is simply Oozing <3 /j
but no for real like. do not kill the cringe kill the part of you that cringes. you might think that its no good, but somebody else might read it and think you have a masterpiece on your hands. also i have a feeling that maybe cringe isnt the right word in this case?? bc i for sure never Cringe at my writing but i do sometimes look back at my planning and be kinda meh :/ about it!!
also, it might depend on the kind of planning that you're doing. when i plan, i literally write out word for word what's happening in a scene so that, when i go back to do the actual writing, it's more like late-stage polishing up than anything else. from what i've seen, @ethannku's planning is very dialogue heavy so that the important beats are sure to be hit and the description of the scene comes in as secondary. and then @marbleheavy is just insane and basically says "this is the scene where nico punches a hole in the wall" and just Knows what is supposed to happen here and just. writes it? idk. but what i'm getting at is maybe you need to try switching things up with your planning to make for a better writing experience
and my last possibility which you should NOT take in offense in anyway bc it is purely hypothetical but. maybe you just don't think the idea is good enough to put the time into. and we all get ideas like that!! it's fun when you first think of it, but then it turns out it's kind of a chore to write, and so you blame yourself for not being able to get through it, but it's not on you!! this is just one of those fish that u gotta throw back in until the time is right, maybe. or, the idea itself is great, but you feel like you need to spend too much time setting the scene, and you get bored with it before you actually get to the fun part you actually want to write, in which case i say, skip the boring stuff!! just do the fun stuff!!!
trust me, i used to HATE seeing writing advice that was basically just saying "skip around, write what's fun and ignore the rest" bc i was always like. but then what do i do about scene transitions / getting from point A to point B and its like. this is (most likely) fanfiction. who cares. im writing this for fun, i'm writing this for me. and if the scene transitions make me want to throw my laptop out a window then im going to not write them <3 we would not have EVER gotten the no love au in the fun wonderful place it is right now if @pinkerpick hadn't convinced me to just write the fun part and come back to the rest later - or!! dont even come back to the rest later!!! your hobbies should be Fun and if theyre not Fun then something about them needs to change <3
#i hope this helps!!#and i hope it was at all coherent!!#ask#anonymous#writing tips#also!!!! planning should suck#you should not want someone to see your planning. because this is not the polished work#if its the IDEA that sucks then yes theres a problem. but if its like. the sentence flow and the characterization in PLANNING???#that's fine. that's how it should be. you fix the rest of that stuff later#planning is there so that you can keep the writing flow going once youre in that stage#planning is for when you finish writing a scene and go 'ok what next' except you dont have to pause the process to think about that#bc its already there!!#this came out SO LONG :SOB: SORRY#long post
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I want to talk more about the IntelliJ step-through debugger, and the feelings which I have for it.
I have been at my first programmer job for about 3 years now, and every time, when I would periodically hit some stubborn bug that was not amenable (or not easily such) to the knee-jerk debugging strategy of "staring hard at the code and stepping through it in one's mind", that one of the longer tenured engineers at the company would say to "use the debugger," I would go "oh yeah sure," and file away a mental note to learn how to actually use the damn thing, then go on my merry way print-debugging like I always do. And somehow, that was able to take me as far as it goes, but only so far.
Anyway this strategy eventually broke down since I had to introduce some code (really only about 100 lines of code, if that) to a relatively important, yet historically test-scarce portion of our main repo, whose test scarcity meant that I had no guarantee (except for trusting in my mental "model" of how the code "worked") that my changes would actually introduce new functionality without breaking the existing control of flow.
So I now had to add tests for the code which I was changing (since it turned out there weren't any), which meant figuring out how to actually write mock tests, especially nontrivial since the way that writing tests works in the repo is pretty much "mock the services that your actual method-of-interest-to-test relies upon and then stub in behavior as needed," but like. How do I know what behavior I need to stub in? And when (inevitably) I thought I had stubbed in all the behavior of all the mock services that I thought I would hit along the call stack of my method-of-interest, but hit yet a new null-pointer-exception or whatever ... then how would I know what to fix?
Anyway, the last two to three sentences of the preceding paragraph were (at length) how I spent basically three to four weeks on and off at my job, not actually slinging a lot of code or getting many PR's merged since, y'know. I was familiarizing myself with the finer points of mock testing. Which is never a great feeling when your coworkers are pushing branches with, like, 500-line diffs at a time.
But then one day the thought, or really rather the impulse, must have snuck up on me to the effect of "what the hell do these Step Into / Step Out Of / Step Over button do, anyway," which led to me pressing them, hesitantly at first and then with great concentration as I attempted to convince myself that I knew what they were doing in the IDE, and then after that in increasingly more deliberate combinations, with breakpoints added at strategically chosen lines of code to boot (the better to bisect the call stack while trying to pin down where a null was being thrown.) From there it was a short leap to realizing that I could actually check the values of the variables in each frame and even (most of the time) evaluate expressions to get other values, and at that point I was pretty much sold.
So that is basically what happened, and while "on paper" (or in my commit history, or whatever) I may not have as much to show for it as the next person I am glad for wandering in the wilderness as long as I did and getting to let the contours of this particular sort of testing, and this particular sort of problem, mold one dedicated corner of my brain over repeated contact, and I feel like a better programmer for it, and (perhaps best of all) I even got to tell my team all about it when it was said and done!
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A Skit Writing Of Supervillain X Superhero
Ig for extra effect, listen to some hot but short music.
Might do a continuation of this, aka aftermath? Idk yet, this took ages lol.
Sensitive content: once mentioned k!napping, r#p3 (no, it wont go as far as the, y'know.. thrust thrust), choking, and also overall kind of bad.
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Ugh.. I am the city's most powerful and respected superhero, Quinn.. but I've been kidnapped by one of the most DESPICABLE of supervillains.. who goes by the name of Akumu.
He won't get away with this!
Then suddenly.. the door opens, it was Akumu..
"Y'know, you didn't have to tie me up.. and have your subordinates dress me up in such revealing clothes. (Basically restraints but still with a shirt under, and also his boxers too) Weren't you gonna torture me?" I say, in a cocky manner, looking up at him.
"Who said I was gonna torture you? I'm not going to torture you, I'm going to break you until you can't take anymore." he explained, moving forward to me.
I took a defensive stance, well, I had to hop to get onto my feet, annoying. "Listen you bastard, I'm too powerful for you. If you're going to try to hurt me you'd better put everything you have into it, cause I'll destroy your life.."
"You can try that when you can barely walk after this" He says, using his telekinesis to toss me around the room.
He threw me through a door and sent me through it.. and it was a bedroom. He slams me into the ground, and then proceeded to choke me.
Goddammit, I thought I had some seconds to escape!..
But.. apparently not.
"I wonder, how long would it take for you to scream me at me to stop?" He asked to himself, grasping my neck harder.
His hand left my neck just before I could pass out, but it went down my body.. from my neck to my chest..
"Now's when the real fun begins" He whispered to himself..
He sets off an electric shock, from his own specific power, and GOSH.. it felt like hell had just came upon that area. And yet somehow, I was amazingly, yet also concerningly, taking the pain with no screams, even though I desperately wanted to do so.
".. so.. that's it? That's the end of the torture, huh?.. Good work Akumu, I expected a lot less.." I murmured, not letting the sarcasm slip out of those sentences, even though I was out of breath already.
"This isn't the end, by the time I'm done with you, you'll be too hurt to even look me in the eye" he commented, in a manner that honestly had me scared of what he'll do.
"You.. you think I'll sit here and let you torture me? What kind of a man do you think I am?"
"A pitiful and cocky man" He said, slowly undressing me
"Hey! Don't undress me!" I exclaimed, what does this guy think he is doing!?
"Then try to stop me."
So I began to struggle, like I have never done before.. but it just won't get this goddamn man off!
"Fighting won't save you, Quinn, it'll just make me angry & let's not forget.. you're tied up"
I can't do anything to keep this man from taking my clothes off..
"AH!" I yelled out in pain as his fingers played and pinched my nipples.
"You didn't have to go this far.. you-.. you won't win with this little sadistic 'plan' of yours..!" I say, kind of out of breath
"Maybe I won't win, and maybe I am as sadistic as you accuse me of being." He replied, "Ever thought of that, Quinn?" He added, with a smirk on his face.
Is he serious? Is this man doin- Before I could finish my thought his hands was already on my clothed member.
"AH! LET GO OF THAT!" I scream, trying to look not as worried as I was, to not give this man the pleasure he wants, but failed.
For the first time since I've known him, Akumu wore a satisfied look due to me.
"What's wrong with you today!?" I asked, worried about how much further this could get.
"No questions... I'm calling the shots now." he whispered into my ear..
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#supervillain x superhero#first person narrative#yaoi#adult write#villain x hero#Villain x hero adult write
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♤𝘽𝙏𝙎- 𝘽𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙎𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙩 & 𝙏𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨♤
𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗜𝗖𝗘: started writing in 12.01.22
ello yall- im back here with the second post! this time i will breakdown the lyrics of BTS' hit 2016 song Blood Sweat & Tears. as it says at the title it includes some basic words and phrases at the lyrics so i said why not. okayy lets get into it >:D
(p.s. i believe in no love after hyuna and hyojong breaking up.)
ctto^
[Pre-Chorus: Jimin, Jungkook]
line: 내 피 땀 눈물
내: my
피: blood (y'know how it goes)
땀: sweat
눈물: tears
line: 내 마지막 춤을
내: my
마지막: last (for a gramatically correct sentence it should've said "마지막은" but it's a song yk)
춤: dance
-을: accusative form
line: 다 가져가 가
다: all (should've added accusative form but again, it's a song)
가져가다: to move (an object)
가(다): it could either be used as a continuation of the previous verb or as in "to go" (가다)
line: 내 차가운 숨을
내: my
차가우: cold
-ㄴ: should be added after adjectives
숨: breath
-을: accusative form
[Verse 1: Suga, RM, J-Hope]
line: 내 몸 마음 영혼도
내: my
몸: body
마음: heart
영혼: soul
-도: too, also
line: 너의 것인 걸 잘 알고 있어
너의: your
것: thing
이다: to be
-ㄴ걸: we should add it to state a verb in accusative form
잘: well
알다: to know
-고 있다: states that the action is in progress. in English we don't say "i am knowing" but in Korean we can
line: 이건 나를 벌받게 할 주문
이거: this
-ㄴ: is
나: me
-를: accusative form (it states that the name before it is the object of the sentence)
벌: punishment
받다: receive
-게 하다: to make someone do something
-ㄹ: future form
주문: spell
(okay hold on there this line is a bit chaotic so it translates to "this is a spell that will make me receive a punishment")
line: but 너의 날개는 악마의 것
너: you
-의: states possesion (so 너의 means "your")
날개: wing(s)
-는: are
악마의: devil's
것: things (line can translate to "but your wings are the devil's ones")
line: 너의 그 sweet 앞에 bitter bitter
너의: your
그: that
앞: front
-에: at
-ㄴ: makes adjective
(you're bitter before sweet)
line: kiss me 아파도 돼 어서 날 조여줘
아프다: to be hurt (becomes 아파 when conjugated)
-도 돼: its okay to ...
어서: quickly
나: me
-ㄹ: accusative ending
조이다: to tighten (조여 conjugated)
-줘: makes the request politer, is like "please"
line: 더 이상 아플 수도 없게
더 이상: anymore, any longer
아프-: to be hurt
-ㄹ 수도 없다: its impossible to...
-게: so, in order to
(so its impossible for me to hurt any longer)
line: baby 취해도 돼 이제 널 들이켜
취하다: to be drunk
-도 돼: its okay to...
이제: "now" or "from now on"
널: you+acc.
들이키다: i think it means "to drink" but it also is "마시다"
line: 목 깊숙이 너란 위스키
목: throat, neck
깊수기: 깊 is "deep" so this can mean deeper
너: you
-란: idk what this is tbh, maybe also smth like "-의"?
위스키: whiskey ¯\_( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)_/¯
~~~*•The End•*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
im done.
3 months later i decided that i cant translate the whole song fr sorry tho
think of doing "siren" by sunmi next but you gotta wait another decade ig
luv u tho ٩꒰ ˘ ³˘꒱۶~♡
~liv
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"Could you do Teruteru, Hifumi, and Ryoma getting drugged by a love potion and falls (even harder) for the reader (who has already fallen for them)?"
100% I can!! :D
Warnings: Mentions of love drug/potion, slight obsession(?), and swearing.
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Hifumi Yamada
•Proceeds to rant about how amazing Hifumi is
•Fanfic boy loves you very much!! (Though he did his best to hide it)
•It felt like when a cat loved it owner. Celeste went out the window. This man would get on his hands and knees for you. 🙇🏽♂️
•You also loved him very much!! (Literally Taka had to keep Mondo from lunging at you two and screaming "JUST DATE ALREADY!!")
•Oh but what's this? A drink on his desk after a hard day of drawing and writing manga?
•Well of course he drank it!! He chugged that drink and felt quite satisfied after.
•And back to work he goes :›
•He had some music on and his script for his next manga, scribbling out the sketches for his newest manga when he felt the sudden urge to go see you.
•It was nothing too new. Could've been he just wanted to show you the script for his manga!! A beta read!
•So Hifumi happily found you and sat you down, showing you the script for his manga!
•He felt a bit- different.
•He felt like he needed to have you in his arms.
•He needed you closer.
•He needed- you.
•The even more clingy behavior continued for a few days.
•Though you didn't mind, you did find it a bit strange.
•Why was he so clingy?
•You already read this script-
•And read that one too-
•Didnt he have things to do?
•He was going to fall behind in his schedule if he continued like this!!
•So when you saw him walking over to you once again, you pulled him to the side and questioned him.
"Hifumi, you've been acting kinda strange these past few days. Are you okay? Don't get me wrong, I love having you by my side but you're going to fall behind in your schedule."
"Well...I don't really know how to explain it. I feel like I've got to be with you all the time!! A-And I'm getting work done!!"
•He huffed and whined for a while longer as you continued asking him things before he got frustrated with himself and finally blurted it out
"Fine!! Fine. I like you, okay? I have for a while a-and I just didn't know how to tell you-...I found this drink on my desk one day and now that I think about it, it could've been one of those love potions that I've been hearing about...could've made my feelings stronger.."
•He started muttering towards the end but you could understand the gist of it.
•You reassured him it was fine and that you accepted his feelings.
•Which was returned with a loud,
"HUH?!? YOU DO?! WHEN- HOW-"
•*Once again has to calm fanfic boy down*
•After calming him down (again) you went over your own feelings.
•He had the brightest smile on his face I swear
•He just couldn't hold back!
•So he picked you up and held you close, hugging you sweetly
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!"
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Teruteru Hanamura
•AGGRESSIVELY RANTS ABOUT HOW AMAZING HE IS
•Love Potion exists?
•He probably bought it.
•This boy is already so head over heels for you it's absolutely adorable.
•He 100% cooks for you.
•Breakfast? In bed.
•Lunch? Made your favorite food.
•Dinner? You can eat with him! :D
•And his food is just 😩 to die for
•He does his best to tone down the sexual comments a bit, though he can't help if one or two slip out!
•Compliments you every 5 minutes no lie.
•Though he does turn cherry red if you compliment him
•If you allow petnames, he WILL call you darlin' and sugar the most.
•Now for the fun part
•He was most likey cooking and was working with the oven.
•Ovens hot. His clothes are pretty hot.
•So he stripped got something to drink out the fridge
•He blindly took a glass out the fridge and drank it.
•Drank the damn love potion-
•He knew he accidentally drank it. He read the label he had put on the glass right after he drank it.
•Unlike Hifumi, he tried staying away from you
•Poor boy doesn't know how to show such strong feelings :(
•He still does cook for you though
•And leaves you little snacks
•Did yelp when you came into the kitchen once without him knowing (it's true I was the dust on the oven window)
•Alot more fiddly and nervous when he has to go ask you something
•His gaze is towards the floor and he's playing with the ends of his scarf as that adorable accent decorates his speech
•Hes so nervous oh poor baby
•You found him scurrying everywhere once trying to find his hat when you had to point out it was on his head-
•He was so embarrassed-
•He apologized and walked back towards the kitchen
•He cooks his feelings away
•That is alot of food-
•Once he disappeared into the kitchen you went after him
•You had been wondering why he ran away from you every time you saw him
•You were worried :(
•As he went back into the kitchen, he paused hearing someone else's footsteps.
•He turned around and jumped slightly when he saw you
•Begin the anxious southern rambling and questions.
"O-Oh! S/o! What brings you to the...the kitchen??"
"Teru, what's going on? You keep ignoring me."
"W-Well I don' mean to cher' I-Its just I' been kinda stressed lately a-an' I don' wanna bother you with tha'-"
•Oh sweet boy almost cried just talking to you
•He wanted to confess so badly!!
•He just wanted to hug you and bury his face into your neck!!
•But he was so scared :(
•After a good talk, the confession just slipped out of him mid-sentence
"I already apologized cher'..."
"C'mon Teru, what's been REALLY happening with you?"
"W-Well...the truth is I accidentally drank a love potion and since I love you so damn much it strengthened my feelings...I-I didn't wanna make you uncomfortable so I stayed away in case I-"
"Did you just say you love me?"
"I-I did..?"
•Oh certainly he did. And when he realized, he apologized 10x more.
•You had to shut him up by squishing his face
•After a good explanation about you loving him too, he clung onto you with a laugh.
•He sat in your lap (and after some consent) kissed your face all over, muttering a soft 'I love you' after each kiss
•You two sat together like that for quite a bit, just laying in each other's presence
"Thank you so much....you don't know how much that means to me...how much YOU mean to me..."
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Ryoma Hoshi
•Ah yes. Tiny, edgy, ex-tennis, cat loving, deep voiced boy
•Where do I start?
•Lets start with
•He's absolute shit at feelings.
•Like really.
•He refused to believe he fell for you.
•His heart was racing? No it wasn't. It's probably because he was out of breath.
•He's flustered and blushing? Kinda hot in the room y'know.
•You get the point.
•He hates the fact he fell for you. He doesn't know what to do.
•He lost almost everyone he ever loved before. Why would this be any different? He didn't want to put you in danger.
•Ryoma hanged around with you though. He was a bit quiet but he went basically everywhere you went
•No one really messed with you when little man was with you.
•This was okay. He could hide his feelings. You wouldn't be in danger and he wouldn't ruin his relationship with you.
•Then the world announced a love potion was now available!!
•Ah shit.
•That damn Kokichi.
•All he wanted was some water and that little panta-loving gremlin switched it out with the new potion.
•He had already chugged around half the bottle before he realized it wasn't his juice.
•Ryoma would've just left it at 'Oh I just poured the wrong drink in' if it wasn't for Kokichi coming up to him about an hour later.
"Nishishishi....how's the love potion working Ryoma?"
"The what."
"Oops~"
"You little-"
•Kokichi went to the nurse with a bump on his head from Ryoma hitting him with a tennis ball.
•You thought Teruteru hiding away was bad?
•Ryoma refused to leave his dorm.
•He came out at around lunch time to get food, go to the bathroom, and then back to his dorm.
•No one was allowed in.
•He could feel the effects of the potion working.
•He wanted to get out and cling to you so badly. It almost physically hurt
•Fucking hell-
•Him. Ryoma Hoshi. The guy who basically gave up on life, wanted to run into your arms like a little kid.
•He almost cried.
•Of course you were worried!! He locked himself in his dorm without warning!!
•And he refused to talk to you!!
•You came to his dorm door almost daily, trying to pry open the damn door.
•With no avail.
•Goddammit.
•It wasn't until a few weeks later which he made a plan.
•He'd confess and leave right after.
•If you said no, that would be the end of it.
•If you said yes, ...well he didn't really plan that far.
=
•Ryoma met up with you at the back of the building, looking down at the ground as he heard your footsteps.
•It took a minute of small talk before he started speaking
"Listen, Kokichi switched my drink out a few weeks ago for that new love potion they're selling. I already had really strong feelings for you but with the potion they increased. I know you probably don't feel the same way but I wanted to tell you because it was starting to get too out of hand for me."
•He rambled on a little about how you would never like him and that he apologized for having such feelings and-
•You yanked his beanie down to his face, letting out a small huff.
"Ryoma Hoshi you have no idea how long I've been waiting for you to confess. You're an amazing guy Ryoma, and I really do wish you confessed sooner since I feel the same way. Now shut it with all the sad shit and come here."
•You told him, tugging him closer by the sleeve as you engulfed him in your arms
•Ryoma felt like his face was on fire. Butterflies in his stomach and a giddy, tingly feeling throughout his body
•He let out a low chuckle, hugging you back and sighing softly
•This was nice. He felt....loved.
•He liked this feeling quite a bit....he had missed this feeling quite a bit.
"Maybe I should've confessed sooner."
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AHHHHHHHH I HOPE YOU LIKED IT-
I absolutely adore these three.
If you want me to add or fix anything just say the word!!
I had a great time writing this!!
Thanks for requesting!!!
-Vex ∆
#ryoma hoshi x reader#ryoma hoshi#hifumi yamada#hifumi yamada x reader#teruteru hanamura#teruteru hanamura x reader#danganronpa#dr2#goodbye despair#danganronpa x reader#thank you for requesting!#-Vex ∆
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hhh sorry I really was busy after sending that ask
i hope you aren't that mad at me...
I have a new au in stock: The Writer au
and one may think "Ah, so Diluc would be a famous novelist in this one?" No!
Because I like putting Diluc close to things of divine stuffs, in this one he's basically the true god, or atleast the Writer Diluc is.
because this au has not one but TWO Dilucs
one in the story of Tevyat the other Dilucs is writing in the void
and the other one is well, the one writing Tevyat's story in the void
Basically, there's been a near infinite cycle that has been going on, it renews all over again when the Diluc in the story has an epiphany about the truth of the world and in doing so gets plopped into the void nearby the about to be Former Writer Diluc
and the recently Epiphanized Diluc basically... Automatically kills the now Former Writer Diluc and takes their place
and the New Writer Diluc gains the memories and information of the Former one, yes, even the memories of the ones before them.
and it doesn't matter how old the Diluc is when they get this epiphany. in fact: The Writer Diluc protagonist of this au is child Diluc, he's not really a kid anymore by normal standards but he's stuck in the body of one for as long as he goes on.
And This Writer Diluc is trying to break the cycle once and for all to finish the story of Tevyat. I think I forgot to mention that each time the Writer Diluc is replaced, the boos and papers containing the story burns up and the new Writer Diluc has to write it all over again.
So the current one is trying to finish it, and to finish it they must distract/delay the Story Diluc for as long as possible.
the story itself doesn't write its own contents, however epiphanies are always signaled with the inability to write anything of substance to the story.
However, Writer Diluc found a way around this. there are individual books of each person and are continuously written in by Writer Diluc to give more substance to the main story, there's even one for the Story Diluc.
Writer Diluc has Story Diluc's book open and by his side at all times. so Incase they suddenly cannot write anything of substance, they erase the lastest sentence or even several pages of Story Diluc's book to delay this epiphany.
They only wish for the story to end once and for all. they only wish for their own soul to be granted peace as do the rest of the former writers.
The main Story of Tevyat focuses around well, the Travellers. basically it's the game's whole main story and such but with a twist on it.
I got this idea because of the random thoughts of "wow, Diluc could write whole books about his adventures." "hmmm a little weird each archon quest is labeled as a 'Chapter'. Is there somebody writing the story who is behind the strings of fate?"
But this Au is one of TWO ideas, the other one that's more related to the 2nd thought is the 'Coordinated Fates au', there is no soulmate shenanigans int eh 2nd one it's mostly time and fate shenanigans
-Leyline!Anon still very sorry about the well... y'know...
Nah, I'm not really an angry kinda person. I hardly hold grudges. As long as my boundaries are respected all is chill.
This writer Diluc Au is kind of interesting. I would think it really interesting if he originally started the cycles because he realized something and was trapped by Celestia, but Diluc found he could rewrite himself into the world and that's how the cyles started, and the whole goal is to get his written self to free himself.
Since it seems a theme of Genshin is mortals growing out of the divine I think a sort of mortal Diluc breaking the divine would be interesting. But this is your idea and it's very interesting and I really am interested in seeing where you go with it.
#Leyline!Anon#I'll be hoenst#this do appeal to me a lot#cause i'm a writer who like focusing on my narrator#I use 3rd person limited#as my personal go to#and i often just treat the narrator as a separate character#so lmao
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Hi! OC ask for Astala :)
What was your OC's favorite toy/item as a child?
Do they always rationalize errors? How do they accept disasters and failures?
How does their education and intelligence – or lack thereof - reflect in their speech pattern, vocabulary, and pronunciations?
What demon would your OC be most susceptible to and how would the demon best tempt/manipulate them?
How has your OC changed since you created them?
Hey there!! Thank you the ask (and for giving me many questions to expound upon >:), this is gonna get some interesting answers. Since I have only one Dragon Age oc, it's time to talk about Astala Tabris.
What was your OC's favorite toy/item as a child?
Astala had a stuffed mabari toy by the name of Helm when she was little (the name comes from a weird obsession with the verb to helm. She picked that one up from stories her parents told her, which resulted in a four-year old declaring very earnestly she would "helm" whatever activity the family was about to partake in). Helm would patiently watch her train with her mother, give her some much-needed company while both her parents were at work, and embark on grand quests and adventures alongside the other children in the alienage. When Astala was nine, her mother got taken by humans in company of real mabari - big, snarling, muscly things that reached up to her chest. Astala has been afraid of mabari since that day, even of her old companion Helm. At around that time, her father took in his recently deceased sister's daughter, Shianni. At his suggestion, Astala agreed to give Helm to her cousin to help her adjust to her new life. Shianni has kept Helm up to this day.
Do they always rationalize errors? How do they accept disasters and failures?
She doesn't, or at least not easily. Astala prides herself on being a careful person with a gut instinct that seldomly misleads her. When a course of action does lead to failure, it breaks her image of herself amd her confidence in her ability to keep herself safe. Navigating the human world has imprinted upon her the need to dance the very fine line between self-preservation, standing up for herself and/or for others, and avoiding trouble for the rest of her community. Stumbling in that dance can lead to disastrous consequences, which is exactly what happened after the rescue mission turned slaughter that is her origin story. In retaliation (or so he claims), Rendon Howe purges the alienage. Here's how Astala reacts to that:
"Don't. Don't say you're proud of me." The words had to squeeze through her throat, but she choked them out nonetheless. "Don't you know? The purge you avoided has happened. Because of me."
Adaia Tabris’ face grew hard. “Those men had it coming, Astala. The death of our neighbours lies on the humans, not on you.”
“But they died anyway.” Astala stared at the spirit.
It has happened and nothing can undo it. Astala struggles with that.
How does their education and intelligence - or lack thereof - reflect in their speech pattern, vocabulary and pronounciation?
Astala has had a decent education (math, reading and writing, history and legends, as well as schooling in the Chant of the Light because Maker forbid the elves make up their own version of the chant). As far as intelligence goes, her strongest suit is interpersonal and analytical intelligence. This factors very much into her way of speaking. She has, in broad terms, two registers; one for people she isn't familiar with, doesn't trust, and/or whose opinion she values highly, and the other one for people she is comfortable and familiar with (her cousins, friends, and after she's gotten to know them, the companions). For the first group of people, she tends to use more complex words and "proper" grammar, mirror their manner of speaking and speak from the back of her throat, with a higher pitch. With people she's comfortable with, she'll shorten sentences, contract or omit words, swear and speak in a deeper pitch out of her chest. Here are two examples to contrast both styles:
Style 1:
“I’m sure milord Urien would like to avoid knowledge of his escapades to reach the high ladies of Denerim,” Astala answered. "And there's no need to make a fuss. If you leave and forget this ever happened, we shall return the courtesy."
Style 2:
"Right? It's terrible! I never knew if I should hide or help her," Astala laughed. "Though she wasn't doing it to guilt anyone. It was work, y'know? It put her on edge and then she'd do laundry until she calmed down."
What demon would your OC be most susceptible to and how would the demon best tempt/manipulate them?
Boy oh boy, this is a tough one. I just went and read up on the different types of demons and there are a handful that could fit. Rage would be one, because Astala carries a lot of grief that manifests itself as rage when she lets it out (she's a warrior with the Champion and Berserker specialization). A Rage demon out to posess her would be best served if it catches her in the middle of battle or another moment where she is full of rage and tempt her to forget or ignore the consequences and implications of killing. A demon embodying Vengeance or Bloodlust might do the trick.
Another demon Astala would be susceptible to is a Fear demon. She is terrified of dying, and if she's backed into a corner without a way out, there's a good chance that she'd allow a demon in in order to survive.
How has your OC changed since you created them?
The most obvious thing that's changed about her is her appearance. In my first playthrough, she looked like this and her name was Estela, not Astala:
This was before I knew what either of her parents looked like, so I based the Warden from the first playthrough on a character I'd already made, an elven paladin called Estelleth. Estelleth is veeery happy-go-lucky and an eternal optimist, but Estela the Warden became a very different person the more I played her. And since her personality had changed so much and I wanted there to be a family resemblance between the Warden and her parents, for the second playthrough I created Astala: new name, new looks, new feel. She basically kicked down my door like "Hey, I'm a different character from the eternal sunshine over there." And who am I to deny somebody their personhood and story (the only drawback to that is that I drown in character I do very little with)
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Aaaaand there we are!! This was lots of fun XD XD XD Thank you for the questions, for letting me ramble about my girl and for prompting me to flesh her out, because I had no idea about the mabari toy before I set to answer this ask. I hope you enjoyed reading this ^^
#astala tabris#warden tabris#dao#dragon age#dragon age origins#dragon age: origins#da:o#da: o#da: origins#the warden#hero of ferelden#the hero of ferelden#ask game#for fun#my ocs
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How would your Yandere Ocs react to Y/N enjoy having friends? They are not into having a romantic relationship but they enjoy giving out platonic affection to their friends. Platonic cuddles, kisses, and hugs.
Anyone ever have those moments where not writing feels weird and unnatural? That's my current mood so decided to write this ask at 7am lol
Warning this contains: talk of sex but nothing nsfw, toxic relationships, yandere behavior, manipulation, blackmail
Theodore
As your friend he urges you to not do that
His scolding feels more like a worried father
He shows you the logical side
"what if someone catches feelings when you do that? Wouldn't be good"
He just wants your kisses to himself
If you become affectionate with him he will love it
Honestly though jealously will set in quite fast
You're not his but you basically are
You just don't know it
His suggestions turn into a warning if you keep it up
After seeing you kiss other people for so long it won't be long until he's snatching you up
Taking you away from that situation the only way he knows how
He makes sure to manipulate you, after all theodore works hard to make sure you see him as the voice of reason
He's so smart and reasonable he's only trying to help you don't you see?
"they really said that?"
"I'm afraid so, but it's okay you have me"
Theodore smiled at you gently, his news about your friends hating you shocked you to the core but you were unsure if you were to believe such a thing after all that simply couldn't be true you had a close bind with them
"maybe I should talk with them, we can work it out or some-"
"you know that not the correct answer dear"
Theodore pulled you in for a hug a long sigh escaping him as he held you close, his voice whispering in your ear
" you know it's true, be logical now. The facts simply line up..all those times they told you that they were all going to hang out only to ditch you, or those moments or the fact that they start to whisper about you when you just aren't aware, I see all those things darling"
Theo was a snake, he was able to make you unsure about it all. Placing a small seed of doubt was all it took to ruin everything, of course he did the same little trick on your friends making sure they doubted your friendship as well.
In the end all those friends you adored for some reason stopped hanging around you, you did never understand why but that was okay cause theo stayed by your side no matter what cause..that's what friends are for
Hikaru
Oh honey
He knows this game all too well
Hell he's played it before
It's so easy to befriend your friends
Win them over and win you over as well
It's all in the plan
Of course he wants to slam your friends' heads into a brick wall for touching you but that's besides the point
Flashing around his debit card was all it took to win your friends over
Once they were his..he corrupted them
Spreading rumors and gossip is his favorite hobby
From fake dark secrets about you to gross remarks
It wasn't long until all your friends thought you were a little whore
They all stopped hanging out with you after that
You have no idea why
It honestly broke you
And now hikaru could break you even more
"what do you expect from greedy little bitches, [y/n]?"
Hikaru had to hold back a grin at the sight of you teary eyes about your friends telling you that they don't want to be around you anymore. All that hard work paid off and he was way too happy, you were all his now but this wasn't enough
You had to want him as much as he wanted you.
"honestly though, maybe we shouldn't be fr-"
"No! Please! You're my only friend left!"
Hikaru eyes you with a cold stare now walking closer and gently pushed you down to your knees
"beg for my friendship, after all you're gonna need allies. I think one of them posted a nasty tweet on Twitter and it's going around. But with my help I can definitely make sure you're safe"
Your eyes widened and you honestly had no choice, it was either have your whole friends and family think awful things about you or become his best friend
Hikaru wasn't too bad..right?
"p-please, be my friend hikaru..I need you"
Hikaru couldn't hide a grin anymore as he leaned down roughly grabbing your face forcing direct eye contact
"that's right, you need me. Without me you will be alone and you don't wanna be alone..right, [y/n]? So be a good little bitch and do exact what I say"
His threatening tone terrified you but it scared you more to think what will happen if you didn't do as you were told.
Axis
Goes straight to guilty tripping
He should get the most affection cause he's your bestest friend ever
He needs you!
Please treat him far more special than the rest of your friends
He becomes extremely clingy
He is always around you..like always
He doesn't really get along with your others friends quite as much
He isn't smart like the others
This blind bag of rocks thinks being a brat will solve it
It does annoy your friends and they complain about him to you
If you try to break your friendship off with him he will break down sobbing
Will say anything to prevent you from seeing him in a bad light
"w-what are you saying, [y/n]?"
"we can't be friends, you're scaring my other friends"
Axis felt shocked but quickly knew what to do, tears rolled down his face as he sniffled now playing the pitiful pathetic role. Seeing his heavy tears made your eyes soften and you stepped towards him unsure of what to do
"it's cause I'm blind isn't it? It's cause I'm not like them right?"
That single sentence sent you in for a loop and you were quickly comforting them male before you knew it
"nononono! That's not it I swear! They all said that you've been threatening them and that you being clingy with me is weird"
"lies lies lies! It's not true! I just wanted to be friends, why do they hate me [y/n]?"
Axis suddenly reached out clearly wanting you to grab him so you did and he wrapped his arms around you hugging you close
"h-how come they can be clingy with you but I can't? That's not fair..they hate me cause of my disability, people like that are the worst"
Seeing how fragile and vulnurable axis was made you bubble up with anger, how could your friends treat him so poorly? There was no way he was making threats towards them!
He was such a sweet guy and having him sob into your arms made you confirm that! Axis wasn't a danger to anyone and your friends were selfish and cruel..is what you believed
Axis sniffles softly now hiding a small smile as he hugged you close, his sweet [y/n] will be all his someday, so what does it matter if he told a few lies or spilled a few tears.
Prince
So that's how you wanna play?
Okay!
Of course he's jealous but he isn't going to have a bitch fit over it
He knows what to do
He proceeded to seduce and sleep with your entire friend group
Gender does matter
Sexuality doesn't matter
He somehow did it
Once he did that it was only natural for things to fall apart
Your friends liked him
Loved him
Wanted to screw him
And he used that to his advantage
Having them fight each other was just amazing
It didn't take much for jealously to kick in amongst your friends
A simple hand hold with one of your friends made the others very jealous
You were blissfully unaware
You didn't understand why your friends were so tense around another
Then they started to bad mouth each other to you
It was utter hell and chaos trying to keep the peace
Prince of course was there to comfort you every step of the way
"babe, some people are just toxic y'know?"
"y-yeah, but this came out of nowhere like we were all fine I have no idea what happened"
You sat with prince in his room he let you vent our your troubles and you needed that. All your other friends were fighting with each other every chance they get and you still don't know why
"what do you think, P?"
"ehh, I dunno? People are weird huh? Well whatever it is dont stick your nose in it or they will snap at you too"
"yeah, I should wait til this all blows over, it will be fine I mean we are all best friends"
Prince held back a chuckle as he watched you, you trusted him and he loved that. He leaned close planting a kiss to your cheek
"how about you spend the night yeah? We can just chill and eat food yeah? You definitely need that"
"yeah sounds good"
Checkmate. You were his.
Yuki
Okay..do it to him
Kiss him too
Hug him as well
When he sees you go to hug or kiss someone else he quickly stops it by distracting you
Whether it be tugging your shirt to get your attention or showing you a random video on his phone of a cute animal
He will distract your mind for that moment
He end up stealing all the kisses and love
Your lap is just perfect for sleeping
He does have to dispose of your friends though
After all you two were 'dating' and cheating isn't a good trait
He does it by intimidation
Blackmail does the trick nicely
Blackmailing all of them has scared them away
But that's okay cause yuki will take all their affection
"I think she blocked me, I'm not in the group chat anymore what about you?"
You spoke to the male who rested his head in your lap, you two were in your room relaxing and as always yuki had his head rested in your lap looking like he was about to fall asleep
His light grunt answered the question for you and you gave a long sigh, your fingers now running through his hair and he's a satisfied groan from him
Yuki was a quiet one but you liked that about him, he reminded you of a cat.
"guess I'll try again later, a nap sound good huh?"
Yuki turned to his side his face buried in your stomach now as he held you close nuzzling his face into you with a pleased him. He wasn't sure how long the blackmail would work but it was working that's all that mattered to him
"forget them...'m here"
His soft whisper shocked you but you grinned as you leaned down kissing your best friend on his cheek
"yeah I could always count on you huh?"
Of course you could, he was your future husband!
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I am heavily eying Roller Coaster Pruned (which makes me giggle) and summer (because I perpetually hunger for nessa and raihan) if you wanna talk about them 👀
Roller Coaster is PRUNED because the original document had far too much stuff that dragged the pacing down, so my beta and I decided we needed to kill many paragraphs worth of babies. Originally written for a sentence prompt, but ultimately I wasn't happy enough with how it turned out, so I abandoned it haha.
Premise is overworking Gladion and Moon trying to get him to play because we never get tired of that as a plot. She drags him to an amusement park and tells him that even if he can keep working, his pokemon miss him, and he realises he needs to spend more time with them beyond the basic amount of refresh-ing.
Here's a short excerpt of the ending:
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Gladion turned to look where she pointed. They could hear the screams of victims echoing from it.
"You can't be serious," he said.
"Dead serious," she replied merrily.
"Dead is what you'd be if anything goes wrong. Do you see how high that thing is?"
"Oh my, is the Great President of the Aether Foundation afraid?" Moon taunted. "You fly much higher with Crobat and your Ride Charizard all the time anyway!"
"I'm just being practical. Unlike Crobot and Charizard, a roller coaster doesn't care if you fall off. And if there are any malfunctions with the machinery..." Gladion wrestled a wet towel out of Silvally's mouth, threw it into the dirty basket provided, then crossed his arms. "I'm not putting any of my Pokemon on that thing."
"Fair enough. Then you and I can go together!" Moon said.
"Wha--- why!?"
"We've paid to come in here. It'd be a waste if we didn't try out every single ride at least once!"
"The Pokemon..."
"Will be fine. Manu can look after everyone, can't you, Manu?"
Manu stopped preening and trilled proudly at them. Moon reached up and gave it a pat.
"The rest of you, listen to Manu! We'll be right back!"
A chorus of replies greeted her, and Gladion stared at his Pokemon in disbelief. Moon grabbed his hand in a surprisingly firm grip and dragged him towards the Drop Comet.
The ride lasted only 2 minutes. Moon screamed her way through the entire journey, and when the coaster finally came to a stop, she wobbled unsteadily off. Gladion helped her to a conveniently placed bench nearby.
"Looks like the great Champion of Alola can't take heights very well, huh?" he said, smirking.
"Yeaaaaaaahhh. I was actually scared to death thinking of how it'd feel to fall from there," she said with a wry grin.
"Then why on earth did you want to go on it?" Gladion demanded incredulously.
"Because I wanted to hear you scream?"
Glare.
"Okay okay. I figured, you've been thinking and worrying of nothing but work all week, this adrenaline rush might be able to drive it from your mind for a bit," Moon admitted. Gladion stared at her.
"Even though you were 'scared to death'?"
"I’d die for you. Of course, I’d haunt you in the afterlife but really, it’s the thought that counts," Moon said.
As their teams came running up to them, Gladion laughed.
"You're insane, you know that?"
"Thank you."
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summer is a very piece I wrote during a practice writing session with Text. While it's technically 'finished', it's completely unedited since I wrote that in 40 mins give or take so it sits in the incomplete corner of the room haha.
Nessa barely ever gets time off because when she's not busy with the gym challenge she's posing in front of a camera or working out to keep in shape, so when an unexpected holiday from work comes up, she goes to the beach to relax. Unfortunately, she meets one (1) annoying not-quite-friend/co-worker/partner-for-star-tournament/thing. Who suddenly feels not quite so annoying. Maybe even a little charming.
Excerpt:
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"Well uh. I mean. I've been a fan since that first shoot, y'know," he mumbles.
Nessa raises one eyebrow. "Nice. What do all the other girls say when you tell them that?"
"You're doubting my sincerity?" He pouts dramatically. "Nessa, I'm hurt!"
She rolls her eyes, yet again. "I was a nobody back then." And that first shoot was... well, not awful, but it definitely wasn't polished. Not perfect.
"Wha- Are you kidding?" She jumps at his suddenly loud exclamation, dropping her sunglasses.
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🖊🖊🖊🖊🖊🖊🖊🖊🖊🖊🖊🖊🖊🖊🖊🖊🖊🖊🖊🖊 TELL ABOUT OC FREN
OK BUCKLE UP IT'S INCOHERENT RAMBLING TIME (WARNING THIS GOT LONG WHOOPS)
MMM I think it will be about how Lokris (My Titan) met The Young Wolf, and joined the Iron Wolves! (Their Fireteam)
So! A little backstory first: Lokris (Also known as Loki) was, in his previous life, one of the awoken loyal to Uldren Sov after Mara's 'death.' Which... If you didn't know, Uldren basically slaughtered all of them. So anyways, Loki ended up dying (By screebs, this isn't relevant but it's funny) and being revived as a lightbearer, by Helix!
Helix is a little ray of sunshine and thinks everyone deserves the best... Often to his own detriment. Poor lil' guy almost got snatched up by Spider a few times while searching for his guardian out on the Reef.
Helix was warned time and time again by other ghosts that going to the Reef was basically a death sentence, but Helix was so sure his guardian was out there, he went anyways.
And he was right! His guardian was there!
Loki may have been a mangled corpse corrupted by dark ether at the time, but he was there!
Loki still has a ether burn scar on his chest that, no matter how many times he's brought back, never goes away.
He was raised about a year and a half before Season of the Hunt, and was basically left stranded in the middle of the Reef, not even knowing his own name. Helix tried to explain everything the best he could... But he's not very good at explaining stuff.
They hid out in what was, unknown to either of them, Loki's old home, since most of his family's possessions were either destroyed or stolen. It was also infested with Scorn, so they didn't hide there for long.
After a few days, he was found by a lone Eliksni maurader by the name Kolkyris.
At first she was afraid of him, since he was a lightbearer and all, but once she noticed he had no clue what he was doing as a lightbearer, she decided to basically adopt him. She also gave him his name, since she felt he deserved one.
(If you guys want I can make more posts about my ocs I LOVE talking about them and I have tons of lore for Kolkyris and her gang)
After a bit of convincing, Kyreks, the captain of the gang, said they could keep Loki around, and he became fast friends with all the gang members, growing close to them and going on plenty of adventures. They were family.
Cut to Season of the Hunt.
Loki was out with his gang one day, just sorta, existing on the Tangled Shore, when one of their members, Ravyks, who had always had an interest in hive magic, came across a cryptolyth. Yes, one of those cryptolyths. For days they tried what they could to see what the cryptolyth did... And it worked. They managed to summon a Wrathborn. The Wrathborn quickly tore through the gang of only 8 members. Killing all of them but Ravyks and Kolkyris. Ravyks took for the hills the second people started dying, while Kolkyris managed to escape through sheer luck.
The rest of the gang wasn't so lucky. (Don't worry tho!! I have plans for them.)
Loki watched as they all died one by one, and no matter how many times Helix brought him back, he couldn't save them.
And boy was he mad about it.
He managed to take down the Wrathborn that murdered his friends, but only after they were gone and he was the last one standing.
He was so lost without them, so confused, that the only place he could think of going now was to the one place he probably shouldn't go.
He went to The Spider.
Loki had heard of the lightbearer that Spider had taken under his wing, and he thought just maybe they could help.
With what exactly? Revenge. Burning down every cryptolyth until there were none left. Exterminating the Wrathborn.
There, he met The Young Wolf, and The Crow.
After a few success Wrathborn Hunts, The Young Wolf realized: 'hey, I can bring this new light I just met to the tower, since he's not, y'know.... Since he's not Uldren'
So he did, and there Loki met Kai, and boy did they hit it off immediately! (Quite litterally BC I ship them :3)
Later on, during Season of the Chosen, Loki met Lord Saladin, and Saladin taught him how to properly use the arc subclass and solar subclass. His favorite is the giant flaming Battle Axe of doom.
Saladin saw how he got along with The Young Wolf and Kai, plus how he fought, and came to him one day, offering to let him train to join the Iron Lords. He may not know much about them, but he knows that they're super awesome since two of his new besties are Iron Lords themselves.
So yeah! That's all I got for Loki without going into spoiler territory because I may or may not attempt to write something abt my YW and Crow, which features him.
#i apologise for the read more not working I'm on mobile while writing this#ill fix it tomorrow#destiny#destiny 2#destiny oc#long post#lokris#answer
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Level Up! Upcycling an Intermediate App
Hello friends and welcome to another unsolicited writing tutorial, aka my bread and butter! Today we’re going to build off of ground covered in my earlier tutorial, Level Up! Beginner/Intermediate/Advanced RP and You.
As always, I’d like to point out that there is nothing wrong with being a writer more naturally suited for intermediate sites! But if you’re looking to write in the more ~advanced or ~literary space, you will need to adjust your writing to fit the community standard. While your writing will likely improve over time as you write with more advanced writers, step one to threading in such a community is getting an app accepted there.
In today’s tutorial, I’ll be talking about how to revise an existing intermediate application to make it more suited for an advanced site. Let’s begin!
As a staffer on an advanced site, the note I most often have for applications that we pend or decline is: this feels very telly.
I don’t mean “telly” as in Telly the Sesame Street character:
I mean “telly” as in extraordinarily expository.
An intermediate freestyle application often looks like a straight-up timeline of a character’s history, delivered without much style or voice. It might feel like a Wikipedia article, or a very long explanation like you might see in a shipper.
I often find that it can help streamline the writing process to write a handful of telling anecdotes, rather than rehashing a character’s complete history, infancy to present. More on that in my freestyle application tutorial here!
But if you’re having a hard time wrapping your head around anecdotal-style applications, particularly if you’re accustomed to application formats that have you write a “history” section as opposed to a freestyle, you can improve upon your current app to make it more suited for an advanced site. It will take some work, and certainly more than ten minutes of it. Writing on a “reach” site can be very rewarding, but only if you’re willing to put in the effort.
TELLING
Before we solve the problem of “telly” writing, we need to establish what “telly” writing is. For purposes of this tutorial, I’ll be using my one application that is a full rehashing of character history. Below is a “telly” take on Sadie Shunpike:
Sadie grew up in a working-class neighborhood of London with her twin brother, Sam. Neither of her parents were very good at magic, but hid their insecurity in the belief that any magic at all made them better than their Muggle neighbors. Sadie and Sam weren’t educated at the local primary school, but were homeschooled by their mother until they could read. From there, Sadie and Sam would check out books from the local library and teach themselves, with Sadie helping Sam.
Sadie was very smart, but Sam struggled more with learning. As they got older, Sadie started to read books she ordered from Flourish and Blott’s, learning about magical theory. Sam started to show signs of magic, which he hid from Sadie. When they turned eleven, it became clear that Sadie was a squib. She resented Sam for being magical, especially when he went to Hogwarts and needed Sadie’s help to do his homework. Sadie continued to educate herself.
Sadie developed an interest in the Dark Arts and got mixed up with Death Eaters in a research and study group she attended at Flourish and Blott’s. One of them promised her a Ministry job and ensured her safety if she acted as a spy in the Ministry for the Death Eaters. Later, she got placed into a safehouse, and began to spy on the safehouse network for the Death Eaters.
This tells you a lot about what Sadie has been up to, but doesn’t tell you much about Sadie, or about my skill as a writer, or about how someone else might expect Sadie to behave in threads. There is no voice, no personality, no interest - just rote explanation.
As a staffer on an advanced site, when I see an app like the above, I know I will be pending or declining the application. The question I ask when making that distinction is: is the character development strong enough to merit working with the writer on the prose? Is the prose strong enough to merit working with the writer on the character development?
If the writing itself or the character development is there, it can make sense to help guide the writer - though this is more the case with character development issues than with prose. Character development can be improved with specific notes and adjustments, whereas generally speaking, improving prose is a gradual process over time.
It is entirely possible that a writer might have much better prose in their threads than in their application! However, your application serves here as a writing sample. which is why it is imperative that it be good writing on its own. I have said it before and I will say it again: I don’t care how much you hate writing apps, lmao! You’ve got to write a good one if you want to do well on sites that use them!
SHOWING
Writing communities are always talking about show vs. tell. Unless you’re writing stage directions, it is always better to show than to tell - or at least, there aren’t enough exceptions to the rule that you shouldn’t be aiming primarily to show.
So how do you communicate a character history without making it too telly?
DESCRIPTION
Here, I’ve described Sadie’s neighborhood as “working-class” and left it at that. What if I went into a little more detail? Explained to you what I imagine when I imagine her upbringing, and shared with you what’s going on in my head between the lines?
In a small, shabby house in a small, shabby suburb, a small and shabby family lives a small and shabby life. Samuel Shunpike, Sr. sells advertisements for the Daily Prophet, tossing a handful of Floo powder into the minuscule fireplace in the sitting room every morning and getting ash on the threadbare round braided rug every night.
This has more flavor, doesn’t it? The repetition of “small, shabby” is a deliberate style choice that communicates an idea of how I write in practice when I’m being ~artsy, and the image of a man in a shabby suit crawling into his fireplace and messing up an already messed-up rug builds Sadie’s father as an NPC that will come into play later in her app. Dynamic NPCs - whose actions impact your character, who are more than wooden cutouts - help build the fictional world of your character’s life. They don’t even need to be vital to playing your character - I’ve never really had anyone in Sadie’s family in play onsite, despite how heavily her brother figures into her character development - but they can be very useful in understanding your character.
DIALOGUE
Ha, irony, that dialogue can make an app less telly! Dialogue gives your reader an idea of how your character interacts with the world in concrete situations, not merely in the abstract. It also helps build the dynamic NPCs that make your character’s history feel more real, and feel like something that genuinely impacted them rather than something manufactured for plot.
While the Shunpikes are nobodies in the circle of wizarding society, Margie and Samuel Sr take comfort in the fact that they do have one thing making them better than the Muggles who live the small shabby lives on either side of them: the Shunpikes are magic. small, shabby magic, but magic nevertheless.
"You lot are better than this," Margie says, smoking a pipe on the stoop, gesturing at the sidewalk where children walk to school with their parents. Sam and Sadie don't take their eyes off their Exploding Snap game. It's no use arguing with Margie, they know.
When she goes inside, grumbling about Muggle trash, Sam and Sadie train their eyes on the walk outside. The parade of children their age, all wearing matching khakis and polo shirts.
"What do you think they get up to?" Sam asks, glancing at Sadie.
"Same as us, i imagine," she says, "but probably, y'know, more guided."
This brief vignette tells us a few things:
Margie Shunpike, Sadie’s mother, is mean, and relies on what little magic she has to feel like she has worth
Sam looks to Sadie for leadership/guidance
Neither of these are specifically about Sadie, but having this background information about her mother seen in action rather than merely mentioned will impact how we digest the news that Sadie is a squib. Sam, as a recurring NPC, will inform how we see Sadie develop, and seeing his changing relationship with her will give another metric for the reader of how Sadie has changed.
DETAILS
Details build your world, make it feel more real. When I wrote earlier that Sadie ordered books from Flourish & Blott’s, they could have been any books - they could have been the magical equivalent of ABC “First Concept” books - they could have been magical erotica. Don’t details tell you a lot about a person? If I tell you that Renee Rye Bread reads 50 books a year, what have you learned about her? What if I clarify that it’s 50 romance novels? 50 crime dramas? 50 political biographies?
When Sam and Sadie were younger, Margie would sit them together at the kitchen table and clumsily teach them letters and numbers. Once they could put together sentences and basic sums, she happily stepped back and let them figure it out on their own. On an average day, Sam and Sadie will watch the parade of schoolchildren, finish a game of Exploding Snap or Wizard's Chess, eat an early lunch, and spend the rest of the day doing their best to get an education. Sadie tries the hardest, dragging Sam with her to the Muggle library around the corner to read Muggle fiction and do basic research on whatever catches her fancy.
She saves her allowance and coins from doing chores for the neighbors and orders secondhand books from the Flourish & Blotts catalog, poring over wizarding texts and trying to make sense of magic beyond even her parents' meager skill. Sam sometimes gives her his sickles, too. He isn't doing anything with them, and everything makes more sense with her in charge.
These details - what Sadie and Sam’s homeschooling looks like, Sadie’s attitude towards books and learning, Sam’s support in her academic endeavors - are building blocks in your understanding of Sadie’s personality. She is driven, self-directed, curious. She doesn’t ask Sam for his input. She is, perhaps, a little selfish.
DIORAMA
Trying to keep to a “D” theme here for an easy mnemonic device here! What I mean by “diorama” is that even in an app not specifically built around anecdotes it is good to provide a few key slices of the character’s life - a clear window into specific scenes and moments. What strikes you as more impactful: me telling you, “there’s a scene in Heathers (1988) where Veronica’s boyfriend has put a bomb under the bleachers during a pep rally. It’s fine, it doesn’t go off,” or me describing to you: “the gym is full of stamping feet and shouting cheerleaders; no one could hear Veronica and JD fighting under the stands even if they were interested. The bomb is beeping so loudly but no one is paying attention, no one can hear it. It’s a pep rally and everyone is cheering at their own wake.”
Rather than saying:
Sam started to show signs of magic, which he hid from Sadie. When they turned eleven, it became clear that Sadie was a squib. She resented Sam for being magical, especially when he went to Hogwarts and needed Sadie’s help to do his homework. Sadie continued to educate herself.
I went with the below:
In June, Sam is sitting in the kitchen while Sadie makes a solo trip to the library, folding paper airplanes and flying them with no success. After a dozen failures, however, he watches in amazement as a piece of notebook paper folds itself up into a perfect airplane and flies around the room on its own.
He's done magic, and he has no idea how.
And he keeps it a secret from his parents, but more importantly, from Sadie, who he now knows is not going to be coming with him to Hogwarts after all.
Later that week, while the family is tucking into ham sandwiches for dinner, the owl arrives, and Sam's stomach sinks when Sadie proudly carries it from the sitting room window into the kitchen on her forearm. She unties the letter from its leg, looks at the front of the envelope, grinning.
Samuel Sr and Margie see a shadow pass over their daughter's face for half a heartbeat before she slowly hands the envelope to her brother. But Sam sees it all: her smile cracking like broken china, her eyes widen just a little, the furrow in her eyebrow. He catches the hitch in her voice as she congratulates him. He senses her anxiety in the lightspeed jiggle of her left foot under the table, as he stares at the letter, unable to make sense of the words, as worried as he is about Sadie.
She excuses herself early, and Samuel Sr and Margie exchange a look, as if they've forgotten Sam is there.
Sam doesn't know what any of them were expecting, but it wasn't this.
The next few days, during which Sadie does not speak to him at all, are the longest of his life. Then, one morning, as he sits at the kitchen table having a silent breakfast with Samuel Sr and Margie - who are still flabbergasted to have a squib in the family - she comes down the stairs from their shared attic bedroom.
She sits across from Sam at the table as if nothing has happened. She helps herself to a slice of toast from the stack on a plate in the middle of the table, and takes a piece of bacon off Sam's plate.
"Since i won't be going to Hogwarts as expected," she says, folding the toast to make a sandwich and taking an enormous bite, "I'll need to arrange for a more formal education.” She swallows her bite and pours herself a glass of orange juice. “I’m happy with our current method of self-directed study, of course, but - i intend to supplement it with the odd lecture or class audit in the city.”
We get a few things here:
Sam’s anxiety/guilt about being the magical one, a dynamic that informs how Sadie will use him later
Sadie quickly hiding her actual emotions and performing fake ones, which comes up later when she manipulates people at the Ministry and in safehouses as a spy for the Death Eaters
Sadie’s decision making, which doesn’t allow room for input, feedback, or disagreement
Think of your favorite books and characters. If a novelist gave you a quick description of a character in one paragraph, you wouldn’t feel the close connection to them that you feel after reading even just a few chapters of them acting, reacting, interacting. Of course we don’t have as much time for that in an app as we do in a novel, but there’s a happy medium between the shallow understanding we get from pure exposition and the deep one we get from 50,000 words and a hardcover.
IN PRACTICE: HOW DO???
So we’ve got our intermediate app. We’ve got our Four D’s: Description, Dialogue, Details, Diorama. We’ve got an advanced site we are lusting over.
How do we Frankenstein this all together?
STEP ONE: REREAD YOUR ORIGINAL APP
Give her a look. Get the basics in your head. Think about how you might be able to repurpose this writing for your shipper. Because, hey! It’s already done! And at least in my experience on advanced sites, shippers are a TL;DR for your app, so a quick expository jaunt through the highlights fits the bill just peachy.
But you’re not going to be able to work from that app directly for version two, okay? Be honest with yourself. How much do you ever revise things? Because this isn’t a “change a word, add one (1) sentence,” project. This is an overhaul.
Like I’ve said! Going from intermediate to advanced is HARD WORK!
STEP TWO: GET WRITING
Start writing that app from scratch. Think about the Four D’s.
If you’re approaching this as a straight history of your character, have at it wherever you want to get started. But before you move on to the next phase, address your Four D’s.
Susie was a difficult baby.
STOP! Give me the D. Was her nursery hyperfeminine? Did her nannies gossip about her parents behind their backs? Was Susie a fussy baby, or was she sickly? Show me her cold and distant mother awkwardly holding her before passing her off to her father!
If none of these D’s feel important to this phase of the character’s life: don’t include it in the app! A character history does not need to cover every minute! You can just hit the important phases, and you should! Believe me: staff usually do not want to hear about how mom and dad met each other unless it actually has a major bearing on Susie’s life!
Once you’ve given the moment its due (Due, the fifth D), move on to the next, and consider the D’s every time.
STEP THREE: REREAD & REVISE
Before you submit your app, give it another look. You’ve likely done a lot of character development between your original application and the fully-overhauled version. Is your characterization consistent? Do your character’s motives make sense? Have you left any gaping holes in their story? Look back at your shipper, especially if you used your original application to build it out. Does it align with the new application? What edits do you need on the shipper to have it describe the same person as your app?
STEP FOUR: PROFIT
Obviously, as with anything else, your mileage may vary. It might take a few tries, or even a few different characters to land on something that works for an advanced site. But the practice of implementing the five D’s - and keeping them in mind subsequently as you post with and develop your character - will be instrumental in growing your abilities as a writer, and isn’t that what this is all about? Wishing you all the best in writing as in life - let me know how you’re doing, and what other tutorials you’d like to see from me. Cheers, and happy writing!
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jukebox hero (stars in his eyes) — give her every reason to accept that you’re for real (i know i’m in love)
Pairing: Stephen Strange x ER Nurse!Reader
Word Count: 4,389
Series Summary: The five times you caught Stephen singing as he did work around the hospital and the one time he caught you.
Chapter Summary: Stephen Strange is new to the whole.. love thing. Thankfully, he figures it out with a little help.
Author’s Ramblings: HAPPY YEAR ANNIVERSARY TO JUKEBOX! it’s officially been a year since we’ve started this journey together! i’m so glad i started this story, and i’m thankful for everyone who has supported it through the year! anyways, i’m gonna stop rambling! this is it! we’re close to the end! (the gif has NOTHING to do with the content.... he just looks so nice in it okay)
also, since it’s the year anniversary, i’m having a little celebration kinda deal! here’s the post that talks about it more if you’re curious! enjoy the chapter!!
track one track two track three track four track five (you are here)
MASTERLIST ! FEEDBACK !
Stephen went back to his apartment that night and paced until he was about ready to pass out from lack of sleep.
He's messed up. He's very, very aware.
It's uncharted territory.
Stephen's never really... liked anyone this much before. And because of that, he was shifting gears to go into panic mode. While he was up pacing, he was trying to think of ways to tell you that it was all about you.
It's always been about you.
All he could come up with were grand displays of affection. Those weren't much his style. Nor yours, so that was out before it was ever in.
When he finally fell asleep, his dreams were about you and him. The relationship you two could have if he didn't mess it up.
That's when he knew he needed to ask for help.
Stephen never goes to anyone for help. Ever. Usually, he’s got everything under control, and fixes it no problem (ignore the fax and printer machine from that one time and the other time when he almost, almost broke some important thing when he was just starting his residency).
But this time was.. different.
"Please help me out, Christine. You're my only hope."
"I cannot believe I'm basically your Obi-Wan Kenobi right now," Christine stressed as she buried her face in her hands with a groan. She took her time sitting up properly at the nurse's station on the fourth floor of Metro-General before clearing her throat, the pads of her fingers moving to rub her temples. "I am not your only hope, first of all. And second: what the hell did you do now?"
"Wait, hold on, I'm not Leia—"
"Stephen, yes you are. Now what did you do?" Christine demanded, her hands landing onto the desktop harshly. Stephen let his jaw drop momentarily at her outburst before sighing, trying to loosen up his tense shoulders.
"You know how I was trying to get the courage to tell Y/N about how I feel?"
Christine let out a soft sigh, letting her hands slip from the desktop to her lap. "I remember. Did she not take it well?"
"No! She— Well," Stephen started hopefully as if he was about to lie about your reaction before huffing and rubbing a hand over his face. "Yes. She didn't."
Christine tried to hide the groan of frustration she let out as she buried her face in her hands.
"You're a damn idiot."
"Yes I am," Stephen agreed immediately, moving to cross his arms over his chest. "I don't know how to fix it."
Christine let her hands run down her face before finally letting them rest just under her chin to hold her head up. "You're asking me to ask Y/N out for you?"
"No—"
"That's such a smart idea! I can't believe—"
"Christine!" Stephen said sternly, letting his hands slam on the counter top that the desk was placed in front of. "That's not what I'm asking."
"Then what are you asking?"
That made Stephen stop and think.
What was he asking?
Stephen seemed frozen as Christine studied him as he looked for the answer. The words he was thinking of to describe what he needed help with weren't coming up easy.
This is what his mother meant when he was younger when she said he was hard to help, didn't she? Stephen noticed the look Christine was giving him. It looked as if she was concerned.
"Do you.. Do you not know what to do to win Y/N over?" She questioned gently now, starting to realize just how serious this was to Stephen. He was never this silent for long.
"I.." Stephen stopped to take a deep breath and push off of the counter. "Yeah. I don't know what to do."
"Really?"
"Yes really, Christine," Stephen heaved. "If I didn't care so much about this I wouldn't have asked for help. I've already messed up so much, I want to be able to come back from this, y'know." Stephen felt terrible after he said that. He sounded rude. And if he wanted help right now, he should act—
"Okay, okay. I'll help you."
Stephen's shoulders relaxed immediately at her reply before thanking her profusely. Christine could only laugh at his sudden joy and eased him down. "You're welcome, now shut up and get back here so we can plot."
Stephen was never faster to get behind the nurse's desk in his life.
He flung himself into the empty office chair in front of the free computer next to Christine, right leg bouncing nervously.
“So,” Christine started easily, pulling out a small note pad out from a drawer and grabbed her pen before crossing a leg over the other and holding it as if she were a therapist. “What have you thought of so far?”
When Stephen started listing his ideas—starting with extravagant and ending with simplistic—he didn’t expect pouring his lovesick heart out to Christine would be this easy. She was supportive and understanding with some of the ideas he originally had and was also willing to completely call him out on how the idea was a stupid one.
Stephen was feeling thankful he was on her good side for once.
He and Christine agreed to put down everything in two different columns.
One was deemed the “Definitely Useful” and the other was deemed “Bad Ideas”. And the bad ideas weigh out the useful ones after they took a few minutes to talk it all out.
“I mean, I could start trying to drop hints when we talk? Maybe you could try to serenade her—”
“What?” Stephen questioned, suddenly scared as he sat up straight. “No way.”
“What do you mean no way? You sing all the time around here anyways—”
“Yeah, when I’m alone, not in front of people on purpose, Christine—”
“Oh my god—”
“What’s going on?”
Stephen and Christine looked up from the writing pad quickly to see you looking at the two them confused. Stephen seemed to let out a groan of thought, his mind completely moving elsewhere as he took in your appearance.
This was the first time he was seeing you since last night, and he could definitely feel the guilt wrapping around his heart when he noticed your eyes were a little redder than usual.
"We're just.. uh, we were just—"
"We're talking about making a technique together," Christine said, letting out what sounded like an agitated sigh. "But someone is too picky and won't choose something that could be improved on."
Stephen got the hint. He could hear it in Christine's voice.
He just couldn't come up with words. It's like after seeing you last night he can't form sentences.
"Yeah. Uh. That."
You couldn't help but eye the two of them behind the counter, shifting the bag you had on your shoulder. You were just getting in for your shift, it seemed.
"Well, as much fun as I'm having," Stephen started, his voice wavering with what he could assume was nervousness as he got up from the chair he was sitting in, "I've gotta dash. I've got a.. A uh.. thing."
"A thing?" You questioned, your voice practically dripping with what sounded like annoyance. Stephen tried to put on a confident face as he nodded in response, slipping past the opening of the nurse's station.
"A thing. I'll see you both later?"
Stephen didn't wait for a response from you or Christine as he sidestepped past you and moved into the hall that led into the hospital and out of the first floor of the ER.
His heart was pounding. It always was after talking with you. But this time? This time it was pounding out of fear and anxiety.
Maybe Christine was right. Serenading you could be an option. If he could even speak when he interacted with you the next time.
Running his hands over his face before letting his hands slip into his hair, Stephen sighed harshly while absentmindedly traveling to the wall of elevators to get to one of the floors he was set to operate in for the day, not even hesitating to slam his hand into the buttons on the panel that was attached to the wall.
The rest of his day was spent thinking about you, and all of the possible songs that he could even use to serenade you. Billy had actually played a few decent songs while they were in the OR together, but they just didn't fit.
He also kept coming back to ABBA and more stuff by The Eagles, but he just didn't think any of their songs fit the situation either. Well, some ABBA songs probably did. However, he didn't want you to correlate him with ABBA, since he knew that you'd hate him even more than you do right now if he did that.
He figured it out when he got in his car after his shift, already having another awkward interaction with you under his belt and another round of scolding from both Christine and Claire.
Billy Joel.
It was the first thing that came on when he started the car. Billy Joel's Tell Her About It. If he recalled correctly, from his 1983 album "An Innocent Man".
Why did it just hit him now? How the two of you met, months ago, he remembers calling you Billy Joel fondly. Why didn't he think of that sooner?
He really was an idiot.
"Jesus Christ," he muttered under his breath as he turned the volume dial of his car radio up after buckling himself in, preparing for his drive back to his apartment.
That night, he listened to most of that specific album on a repeat, finding it in a small stack of vinyls he happened to have thanks to a friend of his who thrifted them. Everything felt as if it was falling into place as he sang along to the song for the third time in a row as he got ready for his shower.
But the next day at work most certainly did not matter.
Stephen had come in his favorite pair of scrubs—the dark purple ones—and actually shaved prior to coming in, only to find that you weren't there.
Obviously, his first stop on his way in as he finished his coffee was the nurse's station to find Christine hunched over some paperwork.
She somehow knew that it was him who was about to speak up and relayed the information.
"She's not here today."
"Wait," Stephen said, his face scrunching up in concern. "Really? Like, not at all—"
"No," Christine replied with some laughter, looking up from the paperwork she was doing, "Y/N had a family thing to attend upstate."
Stephen clicked his tongue as he nodded, looking around the empty waiting room of the main floor. "Got it."
"Did you figure out what you're going to do? Is a serenade in the cards?" Christine questioned, her eyebrow wiggle accompanying her slight dramatized tone interest as she spoke.
"Maybe. Thank you for the cover from yesterday, by the way," Stephen replied, placing his cup of coffee down on the desk for a moment. "A new technique?"
Christine rolled her eyes as she smiled, shrugging.
"What can I say? I'm the best! Now go clock in. I have paperwork to do."
Stephen let out a dramatic whining noise as he grabbed his cup, turning to the doors that led into the rooms of the ER.
He was quick to get to the locker room after clocking in, already singing the Billy Joel song quietly under his breath in between gulps of coffee. Even though Stephen considered it stupid to sing the song even though you're not here, it's stuck in his head. So he really couldn't help it.
However, Stephen learned Christine lied the second you ran into his chest. You were leaving the locker room as he was coming in.
And Stephen was forever thankful that his coffee was pretty much gone when the cup fell out and onto the floor, not even spilling as the plastic lid popped off.
"I'm sorry—"
"I'm so sorry—"
After you both spoke at the same time, you took a step back to get out of Stephen's personal space. The awkward air was tangible.
"Uh, hey!" You exclaimed with a forced smile.
Stephen greeted you back with a stressed laugh, noticing you were wearing some scrubs that had planets and stars speckled on the fabric. That meant..
"You're here for work?"
"Yeah! Actually.. yeah I am," you started as your hands slid into your pockets. "The thing I had got... cancelled, so I just decided to come in."
Stephen had a feeling that the story was a cover up now. He shouldn't be so quick to judge, but he has a hunch. Maybe you were lying to him just so you could avoid him?
He's really messed it up that much, hadn't he?
"Oh? A thing? That's a shame," Stephen replied evenly, ignoring the pang of sadness he felt in his chest when he realized that, yes, you were probably trying to avoid him now.
"Yeah, but it's rescheduled for two weeks from now, so it's all good," you explained quickly, almost as if you didn't want to stop talking to him.
It made something in Stephen's chest soar. He ignored his racing thoughts to pay attention to what you were saying once you cleared your throat awkwardly.
"I noticed you were singing uh... Tell Her About It? That Billy Joel song, right?"
"Uh, yeah. Yeah, off his 1983 album An Innocent Man."
"That's such a good album," you said softly, taking a breath before shaking your head and giving a genuine smile that knocked the wind out of Stephen's lungs. "I'll uh, catch you later."
Stephen agreed quietly as he watched you leave the locker room, scrunching his face up in confusion as he leaned to pick up his empty coffee cup and plastic lid.
Were you catching on? Or were you just coming to terms with the mess that Stephen had made that you had no clue about?
One thing that stood out in his mind though, was that he was headed in the right direction. Now his only goal was to try and stay in it.
He wishes there was more time to dwell on it, but after he put everything away in his locker, the day was nothing but being occupied with multiple surgeries and sitting in on other operations. Stephen barely had time to stop and think about everything that's already happened in the first half of his shift. However, for the second half, he was determined to sing under his breath whenever he could.
Stephen barely bumped into you. Even after clocking out to go home, you were nowhere to be found.
Day two of.. whatever he was trying to pull was almost exactly as the first one. Busy, full of surgeries and singing Billy Joel whenever possible, and barely running into you. Part of him was starting to wonder if he should just bite the bullet and talk to you out right.
But that genuinely scared him. The idea of confrontation, especially with a topic he can't quite get a whole grasp on yet? He'd rather take his chances singing under his breath.
However, the third and final day of what he deemed as "Subtle Serenading" after sitting and realizing he needs to try and speed this process up, Stephen changed the song.
Billy Joel's Leave A Tender Moment Alone was shoved into his head and he was going to make sure that it didn't leave at all until he actually got to see you for the day.
Stephen's shift was going well. Although it was a night shift—his least favorite—he still found ways to be productive while he sang the slow song. Some of his coworkers did watch him sing a little too loud as he made copies of some paperwork to place back in a file he was working in, though. That made him a little self-conscious.
When he was doing some rounds for information on some patients he had helped operate on, he caught glimpses of you and Claire behind the counters of the floor you were all working on.
He also noticed your choice of scrubs today was just a regular dark green color, which made him wish he chose to wear his pair, it would have been terribly ironic, but maybe it would start conversation rather than intense stares across the halls of the quiet hospital.
Around midnight, he decided to get coffee. It was his third of the night already, sure, but he had seven hours left in his shift. He was sure he needed the caffeine to keep him from losing his mind.
Stephen was trying to hold back the volume of his singing as he made his way to the break room, dramatically bopping his head back and forth before throwing the door open. His voice faltered slightly as he saw you working on paperwork in the middle table.
The very same table that you tried to nap at on the day you almost—
"What's got into you?" You questioned suddenly as Stephen felt the door hit him square in the back. He let out a grunt, moving over to the countertop where the coffee pot was placed.
"I just.. didn't expect you in here."
"In the break room?"
Stephen felt the sudden urge to slap himself, realizing how stupid his reply was. He let out a quiet sigh as he started to mess with the coffee machine, getting ready to make a fresh pot.
"Yeah. It's.. It's one of those days."
You seemed to take that as an answer, humming in agreement before all the two of you could hear was the scratching of a pen on paper.
It took Stephen a bit to work up the courage to actually start singing again, but he started singing the chorus of the song just under his breath as he placed the filter in the coffee machine's required compartment before filling it with one of the vanilla flavored coffee grounds that someone had left in the designated coffee cabinet.
The silence was a little tense, but Stephen didn't mind. He would never turn down time with you, whether you were conversing with him or not.
You had decided to speak up as he started to sing the song over.
“Could you please stop with the Billy Joel?”
Stephen turned around after he finished checking that the coffee machine was ready to be started before pressing the start button. “I’m sorry?”
“You’ve been singing Billy Joel for the past three days and it’s been driving me crazy,” you explained as you continued filling in what looked like paper work at the table you occupied.
Stephen rose a brow, starting to feel his heart to pick up speed, “may I ask why?”
You paused writing on the paper and took in a deep breath before continuing.
“Because you sing the songs perfectly and it's making me wish that—” You cut yourself off as you realized how frantic your voice was getting. You took a moment to collect yourself before huffing. “Nevermind. It’s not worth it.”
“Hey,” Stephen said gently as he pulled up a seat to sit next to you as you finished filling out the page you were on, “it’s worth it if it’s bugging you. You know you can tell me, right?”
“I-It’s stupid.” You placed the pen down slowly after capping it, rotating it in your hands to avoid Stephen’s eye contact.
“It’s not stupid, Y/N,” Stephen said sternly.
You finally glanced at Stephen and he felt his heart clench in his chest from worry. He watched you hesitate and take a deep breath before speaking.
“It’s making me wish that... That it was about me. The singing, or whatever.”
Stephen froze.
His mind was racing with your confession. You wished it was about you. It was about you. You just didn’t get that. It’s always been about you since the first day you actually talked to him. It’s never not been about you.
Stephen’s brain was kicking into overdrive. This wasn’t the plan he and Christine had decided on at all. He usually stays on script. He can’t stay on script.
He may as well be throwing caution to the wind with the rest of your relationship you have with him, if he could even call it that—
You let out a shaky laugh, gathering your papers together into a small stack.
“It was dumb. I told you. I told you. Let’s forget this ever happened, ‘kay? Cool—”
“Can I tell you something?” Stephen said quickly his hand reaching out to grasp your own that wasn't holding the paper, making sure to make eye contact to let you know in his own way that he’s serious. You hesitated again before sighing, everything in your hands abandoned onto the table top.
You gently pulled your hand from Stephen's and waved it. “Knock yourself out.”
“The other night, in the parking garage,” Stephen started slowly. How the fuck did he even get to this point? The plan was far in the rearview mirror. He had to keep moving forwards and bite the bullet.
He took a deep breath and ran his hands over his face with irritation. You can do this.
“I was talking about you.”
The silence you had in response was deafening. Stephen didn’t dare breathe while he waited for a reply.
“I.. You.. What?" Was all you could reply with.
Stephen didn’t know if that was due to shock or happiness.
“It was about... you, Y/N. All of it. I didn’t mean to make it sound like it was someone else—I’m not too sure how I could, if I’m honest—but that doesn’t matter. It was about you. When you talked to me and Christine a day or two ago, I was asking her for help on what I could do to.. to fix this mess, I guess.”
Stephen took a moment to glance up at you now, no longer looking at his hands that were trying to avoid picking at his nails. He couldn’t read your emotions on your face like usual, so he took it as a cue to keep going as he stood up from his chair to start pacing around the break room rather than try to think about bouncing his leg.
“I knew it looked suspicious but I couldn’t figure out what to do, and--and it was just so hard for me to figure it out on my own because this is the one thing I didn’t want to try and mess up with—”
“Stephen—”
“—And I don’t know what I would do with myself if you ended up hating me. I can’t stop thinking about you almost every time I turn the radio on and hear a classic rock song. It’s like the radio is hooked up to my brain and just knows I’m thinking of you in some way—”
You tried to interrupt Stephen again, but he continued rambling.
Stephen Strange never knew how to shut up once he got started rambling. Whether it came to his studies or you, apparently.
“Stephen,” you said, cutting him off for the third time, standing up and placing your hands on his chest to stop him from pacing. “You’re rambling.”
Stephen looked at you before you watched his face turn a fairly cute red color as he realized.
“I-I’m.. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to start rambling. This is turning out just great—”
The words in Stephen’s throat died just as quick as they started spilling out again, your hands curling around the collar of his scrubs to yank him down and finally, finally kiss him.
Stephen was in a state of shock for a minute, taking a moment to realize that yes, your lips were on his.
After he came to his senses, he kissed you back gently, as if he was trying to hold back. Still unsure of your answer, even though your answer was in the kiss.
Sadly, you had to pull away, knowing that Stephen had to breathe, since you had cut him off while talking.
Although, something told you that he would continue kissing you, with or without air in his lungs.
Your hands were still wrapped around the collar of his top, your shared breathing soft as another blanket of silence fell over the two of you.
It was... relieving. As if the kiss you just shared cleaned the slate and you knew where you both stood.
Which is why Stephen leaned back in for another kiss. Except this time, it was more desperate and almost like he’s been waiting to let himself out of his own head and just act on his instincts like he did with everything else.
When you met him in the middle, throwing your arms around his neck as your lips molded perfectly with his for the second time today, you found yourself kissing back with the same amount of hunger. You tried getting up onto your toes to makeup for the height difference, but Stephen’s arms wrapped around your waist and lifted you slightly as he shuffled the two of you towards what you could only assume was the counter top.
It turns out you were right as your lower back ran into the edge, causing you to squeak against Stephen’s lips as your hands gripped handfuls of his hair in the process of your shock.
That made Stephen pull away to chuckle breathlessly just inches away from your lips, pressing his forehead to yours. His laughter was extremely contagious, and you found yourself giggling with him as you let your head fall back slightly.
Stephen’s anxiety was for nothing, he realized in this moment.
His panic to try and make amends with grand gestures wasn’t as dire as he believed it to be. All he had to do was get himself rambling and it all worked out.
It all worked out perfectly.
"So," you started quietly once your eyes were locked with Stephen's once again, the giggling out of your system. "You take song requests now?"
"For you, Billy Joel? Anyday."
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I'm super late and sorry for ruining the good mood after the awesome new sprites reveal! Note: some of this was written before the reveal and some after
(It turned out so long, longer than my school essays and I might've made some wording/formulation mistakes so sorry again.)
Hey so I kind of really have a deep hatred for drama but at the same time I want to talk about what ""happend"" recently because a big part of it seems a bit like BS to me.
(I'm on the SE developers' side btw so if I say something that might offend you I think it's best not to read)
Okay, basically there was some writing for the original chapter 7 "leaked" by a person who was on the team but left months ago and while it didn't seem like that big of a deal at first after hearing both sides of the story I have a bit of a clearer image. So what's written there is what chapter 7 was supposed to be like however it's clear now that the current chapter 7 will have nothing to do with this. Buuut there's a problem there, not going into the whole contract thing (yet) I'd like to say that it doesn't make sense from Cecile's side to call this JUST a fanfiction.
Normally it wouldn't be a problem but what's written there was at some point supposed to be canon, right? This writing is coming from someone who has an insider's perspective unlike us, "outsiders" who were never on the team and have no idea about how the plot is/was supposed to go. A fanfic is, may I quote, "fiction written by a fan of, and featuring characters from, a particular TV series, film, etc." Thus the whole contract thing doesn't matter in that statement since the person/people who wrote this aren't fans, they're people who were on the SE development team.
And so I read the thing (ngl, it was mainly because I was really curious and wanted to see what it was all about) and tbh I can understand Serena's annoyance towards it. I mean, it contains some info on the characters. Info we've never heard of before (and I'm not gonna talk about it just in case some people decided not to read it because I respect that) while most of those were just small glimpses into their personalities/hobbies/background and it didn't seem like there was anything plot heavy, or nothing that I've noticed is supposed to be important for later, it still doesn't change the fact that these informations are canon, right?
I suppose Serena must've read it at some point and approved the writing though that's just speculation on my part.
So long story short, what was posted isn't really a fanfic but more like the plot of an old chapter that got either delayed to a later chapter or like... completed deleted since they left the team and the layout of the chapter is now out to the public so I highly doubt Serena is gonna post something similar to this, or at least if she's still planning on making a Halloween chapter then maybe she'll change how the story was supposed to play out?
Tbh I feel like it would've been smarter to ask first if they can publish the copy of the chapter instead of making a big ruckus out of it. This could've been easily avoided but then again I don't know if they left the team on good terms, not that this part is any of my business though.
Anyway, so then we have the whole "she didn't give us a contract to sign" argument which is... uh, I mean, what did you expect?
SE development started back in 2015 correct? So it's been around 4 years and we're only on chapter 6. Why? Because making the game isn't their full time job and they made that clear multiple times in the past. Besides, correct me if I'm wrong, but 4 years ago wasn't Serena like in her late teens/early twenties or something? I know it might seem cheap to pull out the legendary "she was young" argument but tbh I'm in high school and never have I imagined or taken seriously the thought of making an indie game. If like, next month I decided to do it and found some people who are down for making some assets for the game then a legal contract would literally be the last thing I would think about.
Besides it's not like Serena has ever been secretive about the things she thought were necessary to tell the fandom, or at least I don't get the feeling that she has. Do y'all really imagine her being like "muhahaha! I'm not gonna make a contract with them so I can freely use their work!" ???
The thing with a contract is that it's not only good for the employees but also for the employer if the workers ever do something that they weren't supposed to (like now). And she's not planning on taking "legal" action anyway because like she said, nothing good will come out of it and she technically doesn't have a "right" to do so.
And let's just be realistic here for a second, okay? Like do you guys really think that they're earning a whole lot thanks to sweet elite? There's barely 18k accounts on the site and I'm pretty sure that most of those are doubles or triples in order to go through different routes. Also, we don't know how much of those accounts belong to active players on the game. There's many people out there who play like the first 2 chapters and never touch the game again because they'd rather watch a let's play or they dropped the game. And amongst the people who do play sweet elite regularly (as in, they log in everyday and play the new chapter when it's out) how many people is there who have ever paid for energy? The thing is that the game is still in it's early stages, there's not many chapters yet so it's easy to catch up quickly and tbh their energy system is pretty generous. You receive 5 points per day but you can also use coins to exchange them for energy (which is what most people do in order to catch up).
So point is, I'm pretty sure they don't gain a lot of money out of it and almost all of the work they do, they do it for free in their free time because they like making the game.
So I dunno, it might be pretty shitty of me and naive to think about it in this way but tbh I feel like it was kind of obnoxious of them to just, y'know. Leave because "there's no contract and we're not making any money out of this" then come back months later to post something that we weren't supposed to see and complain about the fact that their writing and sprites are getting used in chapter 6. Like?? I think it's quite clear that the team is planning on replacing all of the sprites and as for the writing what do you expect them to do? Go through every single chapter again and add words to each sentence, replace some words with synonyms and reformulate everything so it can't be considered your writing anymore? That's kinda dumb and a waste of time.
Could've they replaced all the old illustrations first and then posted the episode? Yes but how much time would it have taken? They'd have to make the new artists overwork and they don't have a way to pay them much all at once. Sweet Elite will be around 50 chapters and it's an episodic type of game in which assets get replaced and added as time goes on because if they did everything in one go then there would be almost no time to update the story.
I can't even pretend to understand because quite frankly I'm not an artist, but I CAN at least understand the feeling of wanting to be reconized for the things I do and for the work I put into things. Who wouldn't?
Plus, to be fair I don't think that there's any shame in wanting to be paid for a job but is making Sweet Elite a job? Not completely. Not yet at least. Right now it's more of a part time job/hobby and it's totally okay to quit when you don't feel like working on it anymore. However if the money and the compensation aspect of making it was so important then wouldn't it have been better to say "Sorry, but I refuse to work on this until I sign a contract" right off the bat rather than feeling like you're not appreciated enough and complain about it months later like a really salty potato chip?
Not making a contract, while being a mistake on Serena's part, she never tried to pretend it wasn't. In fact she affirms that she has made many errors and again, like I said earlier a contract is beneficial to both the employees AND the employer so had she been more careful it wouldn't have played out this way. We don't even know the circumstances and her point of view of that whole contract thing, maybe she just thought that it would be better to not make one in order to keep the workers free to leave in any given moment because she knew that she wouldn't be able to pay them enough?
I saw some people in the tags being like "look guys, this is why I don't support sweet elite anymore and why you shouldn't too!" Which is tbh a pretty simple minded way of looking at it. I guess we, as the pitiful hoomans we are, we're more inclined on taking the side of the "weakest" group which means the people who left the team because there was apparently some ""injustice"" but the more I look into it and the more it seems like it was a big misunderstanding.
Dulcet games is so new do you expect to get paid hundreds/thousands for an indie game with a small following in which even the "boss" isn't getting any/much money out of it? Oh, and there's also some being super vocal about leaving because "Cecile's art was the only thing keeping me from leaving" which... lmao. Take it in a humorous tone please but It's like a customer in Walmart saying that they won't come back again because the fancy red t-shirts from the clothing section are gone. Idk man. You can say whatever you want about the team behind SE but I still stand by the belief that it's a great game with good writing and progressive characters. And all the things Serena did so far seem like pretty logical courses of action especially in this situation or am I wrong? Is Serena secretly evil guys? Were we fooled all along.,.,,..,
(Sorry this post started out so serious and ended so stupid, I'm just unable of writing about really seriousssss topics. Serious with 5 Ss because it's so seriousssss. Also did you notice that this whole thing is obvious and dumb if you think about it for longer than 1 minute? The moment someone says they don't get paid for something everyone flips over but the true question is, did they have the means of paying you at that time? Everybody is so quick to jump on Serena's throat without thinking and it's kinda sad. We're so superficial, like if money is mentionned ONCE in a drama suddenly everyone ascends to their most sensitive state of bitterness. As far as we know Serena never forced anyone to stay on the team and it's no secret that she doesn't get much money ESPECIALLY for an indie game company. It doesn't seem like they didn't want to pay them but more like they couldn't afford to at that time and everything wasn't set up in place yet.)
#sweet elite#se#soooo loonnng#I'm pretty sure many will skip this because it's super long and useless drama#and actually you're right#please skip this if you don't care about the quote unquote drama#if you did read this though could you feel the sheer amount of pent up anger in this?#I tend to back away from conflict but this one is important to me#like why y'all always trying to take every single good thing down for one mistake?#so people aren't allowed to be human now?#I'm really opinionated about this so I'm kind of surprised at myself rn#because usually I'm a wuss like#confrontation?!?!#standing up for my beliefs?!#too stressful#too hard
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