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Anti Hero
Title: Anti Hero
Pairing: Poison Ivy x Reader
Summary: Y/n gets captured by Poison Ivy while helping Batman, but learns that she's got a lot in common with the villainess.
NR
WC: 799
"Casper, do you copy? Casper?" Bruce asked frantically over the comms. He could feel guilt begin to consume him with each passing second of silence. Poison Ivy didn't take too kindly to trespassers, and he had sent Y/n straight into her lair. Bruce thought that she was ready, the thought never occurred to him that she wouldn't be able to make it out okay. Y/n had gotten herself into much stickier situations without so much as a scratch. Poison Ivy was a madwoman, but Y/n would be the one who knew how to talk her down. "Casper, do you read me? Casper, do you copy? Y/n?"
"Y/n, huh..." Poison Ivy trailed off as she lifted the hook and mask covering Y/n's face. "Interesting. Come after me, and I'll slit her throat Bat brains."
"You don't have to do this. You can let her go," Bruce tried to reason. Ivy crushed the communication device in her hand and tossed it aside. Y/n felt something slither up the side of her leg, prompting a fit of panic. Ivy bound her arms and legs with vines and left her suspended with a particularly thorny vine resting over her throat.
There were thousands of places that Y/n felt she could have ended up, and in the clutches of Poison Ivy wasn't one of them. She had started her day in her little studio apartment, located just off the campus limits for Gotham University. The rent was cheaper, and she honestly had less of a chance to being attacked by some second rate villain off campus. The commute was more than worth not having to buy a new wallet or backpack every other week. Y/n had gone to her one class of the day before heading over to the gym. She taught her beginner's martial arts class to the little kids who came through and was cleaning up when Batman left the message for help. She should have known to be biting off more than she could chew with Poison Ivy, but Y/n wanted to make her name as a hero in Gotham City.
"I swear that he gets a new one of you little idiots every other months. What happened to the last one?" Y/n watched as Poison Ivy sauntered around the room. There was something menacing about it, but Y/n was also very attracted to her.
"I am not one of his. I usually work alone and by my own rules," Y/n told her. Ivy threw her head back and laughed. Most of the underlings that she caught trying to stop her weren't nearly as brave as Y/n.
"Then why are you here?" Ivy asked as she caressed Y/n's cheek. The movement was unnerving for Y/n, but not nearly as unnerving as Ivy had hoped it would be. There was something in Y/n's eyes that told Ivy she had more to tell than she was letting on. She had gone through something that had led Batman, who was notoriously picky about his sidekicks, to trust her. Ivy studied Y/n for another few seconds with the intention of piecing together what exactly it was that had "hardened" her.
"Because I'm not going to just foil your plans like the Bat would. You have a point, even if some of your approaches are inhumane to say the least. I'm not for the killing of mankind, but I do want to save the planet," Y/n said. Ivy froze completely as she came upon the realization of who exactly Y/n was. "Humanity can be redeemed, I'm proof of that."
"Well, from one eco terrorist to the other, it's not all of mankind I want to destroy. It's the cities and the power plants and the mass pollutants that need to go. Surely you understand that, don't you..." Ivy trailed off as she tried to remember what Batman had called Y/n over the comms. "Casper. You'll never accomplish what you want playing second fiddle to someone with morals like Batman. I could use a helping hand, and you look like you could handle it. What do you say?"
"I don't want to hurt any more innocent people, but I'm sure that you've got ideas for me to help you with that don't include civilian murder." Ivy let one of Y/n's hands free for them to shake on her newfound deal before she let the woman go completely. Y/n rushed out of Ivy's lair and back to her apartment, where she checked in with Batman to let him know that she was safe before she dug up some of the files she had gathered while she was with a less than heroic group of environmentalists.
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[Morpheus x F!Reader]
Summary : You, Morpheus and a black light party.
Warning : Tension?
"And it's done."
Since you were still in contact with your friends from…earth? Land of humans? Whatever the term, you've been waiting for a chance to visit them again.
Bet Boss won't give you permission, not until you successfully shape one dream anyway, was Matthew's advice.
So, you'd thrown yourself into the task.
Into the task of actually creating a whole dream.
Your gaze trails over your creation.
Obsidian pillars littered with different imitations of nebulas stand tall along the border of the wide hall. The ceiling covered in the night sky and stars that shine neon lights down at intervals.
Music fills the area from no particular source other than the very atoms present in it. Glittering mist covers the ground, a distinct scent, a mix of champagne and absinthe, permeates the hall.
A black light party, with a dream twist.
Your very first creation. Your very first dream.
"Enchanting."
At the compliment, your eyes flick in his direction.
He stands with his hands behind his back, adorning the black coat, a hint of pride in his starry eyes.
Crimson stains your cheeks. You laugh, giddy. Gaze scanning the scene once again, this time with delight, a sheen of tears covers your eyes.
"Thank-you," you reply.
Dreamers will fill up the space soon enough, and you'll get to join, to see the effect of your creation in full.
Your reward, Morpheus had said.
"I'll go get ready," you say.
Morpheus inclines his head in permission, you aren't certain whether he'll give you permission to leave that easily.
Well, you think, feeling the heat of his gaze on your back, maybe you need to give him a reward instead.
•••
Dressed in scant black clothes that leave your legs—down to mid-thigh—your arms and collarbones bare, you contemplate your makeup.
An array of glitters, sequins and paints lay scattered on the dresser, waiting for you to come to a decision.
"May I be of assistance?"
What the—
You whirl around, the action so fast it makes you stumble.
What is he doing here? In your room?
"No, no, it's… alright." You turn back to the mirror, under his gaze, keenly aware of how exposed you're in this outfit.
"So…are you going to join me?" You question, diverting his attention. "In the dream?"
You don't think he will entertain something so trivial, busy as he—
"Indeed," he replies. "It is only convention to do as much."
Oh.
The realisation sets in slow, but once it does—
"Dressed like that?" You question, gazing at his reflection.
Morpheus tilts his head, staring at you for a beat, something shifts in his eyes. "I was hoping you could help," he states.
Stepping towards you, he slides his coat off his shoulders.
"What—" your voice octaves higher, "—are you doing?"
"Seeking your service, what else?"
Your eyes lock on his reflection, watching as he holds your gaze, and in one swift motion he pulls his dark t-shirt off.
I—
What.
You blink.
Mouth opening and closing like a fish.
The sight of his well-defined pectoral to his toned abdomen, renders you speechless.
Even your vision seems incapable to look past the expanse of pale naked skin.
"You appear deep in thought—"
His voice snaps you out.
In the span of you becoming a staring statue, he has seen it fit to construct a countertop right in the middle of your room and perch upon it.
"—I appreciate your diligence to contemplate in such a severe manner, just to provide me with the best artwork."
He…
He is such an ass.
Fine, two can play at that game.
Picking up red paint and a brush, you saunter in his direction.
Putting the supplies next to him, you get ready, dipping the brush in the paint.
Stepping between his parted legs, you fight the images threatening to consume your mind, hesitating for a moment before settling your hand on his lower abdomen, his muscles tense under the touch.
You decide to go with the Celtic symbol—Serch Bythol with ivy curled around it, starting from the lower-left corner of his abdomen working up towards his right shoulder, covering his sternum.
Fingers featherlight tease him, as you continue to paint, acting nonchalant, paying extra attention to the hitch in his breath.
Palm trailing low under the pretence of adjusting your hold, comes to rest under his navel. He sucks in a sharp breath.
Biting your lip, you peer up at him through your lashes. "Alright?"
Your only reply is a rather jerky nod.
Hand sliding up slow and deliberate, gripping his shoulder, you step closer, letting your front push against his, you keep your gaze on the shoulder you're painting.
Even when he smothers a strangled groan, you keep the smugness you feel off your face.
Once finished, you turn to face him. Nose brushing his as you do. You move the brush closer to his face—
He captures your wrist in his hold, centimetres from his face.
Staring down at you with fathomless eyes. "My turn," he rasps.
•••
The tables turn.
Now it's your turn to sit on the countertop as Morpheus sits on a chair—which he built again, in the middle of your room—looking up at you.
"There are more supplies on my dresser, and here," you say, holding out the paint and brush to him.
His lips stretch into an almost amused smile. "I do not have any need of them."
"Wh—"
The words turn to ash in your mouth once his hand curls around your heel, and yanks you forward.
You yelp, surprised you haven't fallen.
Or maybe not considering he has excellent control of everything that comes inside the dreaming, so the countertop must've moved to accommodate the gesture.
His thumb and forefinger encircles your ankle.
Your breathing stutters, heartbeat rising.
You watch in awe as a shimmering white and silver design comes alive under his touch, following his instructions, and wraps around your ankle.
He starts by the ankle going up your calf, fingers cold against your heated skin, trail up and up, languid and achingly soft they trace a design around your leg.
Heat pools in your belly, you resist the urge to press your thighs together, resist the urge to surrender under his mellow torture.
A moan catches in your throat as his palm glides up to your inner thigh, thumb rubbing there.
Please, you want to plead. Fuck the game. Do something. Touch me. Please. Please.
His hand falls away.
You bite the inside of your cheek to stop a whine.
Standing up, he strides closer, leaning down into your face.
His hand snakes around your throat. Nose grazing yours, your lips part as you take shallow breaths.
He holds your gaze, free hand coming up, you feel two of his fingers right on the curve of your chest, below your collarbone.
He bites down on his lower lip.
Sweet lord...
You swallow hard, fighting the desperate need to wrap your legs around his middle and—
"Finished."
No, I'm no—
You blink.
Becoming conscious of the absence of his touch.
Before you can utter a word, he's leaving with a, "I shall see you there."
As soon as he leaves, your breath leaves you in a whoosh, head hanging low, you try to gather your wits.
Scanning your figure in the mirror, before you leave, you finally notice that the design he drew is actually vines, twirling around your right leg, a mix of white and silver, they glow like starlight—
Gaze narrowing, you scrutinise them a bit more, this time seeing the faint black tracing the centre of the vines, giving the illusion of darkness chasing after light.
•••
You're dancing to the beat of music, eyes scanning the vibrant perimeter for a certain King.
All in vain.
He's here, you know, can feel the current against your skin, and yet, you fail to find him.
It's like he has submerged into the shadows. As though after winning—you admit, reluctantly—the previous round, he doesn't wish for you to spoil it, by winning again like all the other times.
Regardless, you need his permission for something, a permission you'll make sure to get by the end of this dream.
Your search, once again, comes up empty.
You huff in frustration. Very well, you know what will drag him out of whatever hole he's crawled in.
Eyes latching onto the nearest dreamer, you take a hold of their wrist and start tugging them through the crowd and over to the elevated stage.
Taking the centre, you stand in front of the dreamer, back to their front. Grabbing their hands, you place them on your hips, swaying lightly to the beat. Narrow eyes gaze down at the party crowd as you slide your hand up to the back of their neck—
You find him.
Stepping out of the darkness, he stares up at you.
Gotcha, you smirk.
The dreamer's lips meet the junction where your neck meets shoulder. Gaze locked with Morpheus' you tilt your head to the side, giving them access.
You're twirled around, and dipped. Upside down, your gaze still stays on him, letting your fingers glide from the middle of your chest to your belly as you're pulled up again.
The dreamer's hand abandons you all of a sudden.
"This dream is over."
Chuckling, you turn to face him. Hands folding, you raise a brow in question. "And what was that?"
"It is your duty as a host to see to it that your Lord is satisfied." Two fingers under your chin, he tips your head up. "Your Lord, first and foremost."
That so?
"Of course," you agree. "Will you dance with your host then?" You offer him your hand, palm up.
"With honour." He takes your hand.
•••
One hand on his exposed shoulder, you circle him, trailing a finger down his spine as you get behind, delighting in the shiver that runs through him, then you're facing him again.
He spins you in place, then pulls you into him. Forearm supporting your waist, he dips you, nose grazing the exposed column of your neck and jawline—your heart a staccato—before you're tugged up.
You both lose yourself to the music, to the rhythm, to the drunken moment of heady haze.
His hand grips the back of your thigh, locking your leg around his hip, he swivels with you.
Instead of dropping your leg, you tighten it. Palms tracing his front—the muscles flex beneath your touch—moving up, they settle at his nape.
Bringing your face near his, "Morpheus?" You whisper.
His dark eyes track your lips as they form his name. "Yes?" Voice hoarse, he replies.
This is it.
"I need your permission for something," the words that leave your mouth carry a heavy suggestive tone. Intentional. Calculated.
"You needn't ask for permission," he states, gaze still glued to your lips.
Trampling down a grin, you lean into him, lips touching the crook of his neck, you repeat, "Really?"
"Really."
Resting your mouth next to his ear, you tug at the hair curled around your fingers. "So I don't need your permission to do anything?"
"No," he breathes out.
"You swear?"
You roll your hips, the action making the hand that's been running lazy circles at your waist come to grasp your other thigh.
"I swear."
You do it again, a little more fervent, biting the inside of your cheek to stop from moaning at the feel of him.
His fingers dig into your thighs. A groan rumbles out of his throat, a honey dripped sin, one that forces you to close your eyes.
You don't want to stop.
Morpheus drags you closer.
Oh, fuck.
But if you want to win, you'll have to.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Taking a shuddering breath, you try to recompose yourself. Reminding yourself of the game.
"Thank-you, my Lord," you whisper.
Nipping at his ear, you pull away completely.
Dubious, he blinks down at you, lips pouting in confusion.
It'll take him a while till he understands what happened, won't it?
"Until next time, my Lord."
Then you're disappearing into the crowd. Breathing and heartbeat at an all-time high because of the encounter, adrenaline rushing through your veins at wrangling out a promise from The King of dreams.
And if there's a small voice inside your head yelling at you for leaving, you shove it deep down.
Victory is yours for now.
A flash goes in your mind, of red paint, pale skin and a special symbol.
You smile.
And so is the Lord of Dreams.
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A/N :
I have never written something like this before, so, apologies if it's not really good.
Serch Bythol is a Celtic symbol which represents Everlasting love. Ivy is a symbol of, among many other things, devotion and loyalty.
Do you guys think that there's a hidden meaning behind Morpheus' design too?
Also, do you guys like Thessaly? If so, you might not like the next part...well some of it anyway.
Hope you guys enjoyed this.
Thankyou! ❤️
#morpheus x reader#morpheus x you#dream of the endless x you#dream of the endless x reader#the sandman x reader#the sandman x you#the sandman#lord morpheus#dream of the endless#the sandman imagine
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yanda! speaks: hi my loves! so here’s chapter 1! i’ll hopefully have chapter 2 out by tonight since this one doesn’t really have any carmy in it but i really hope you like it still! also let me be so real and say that i did use google translate for the spanish parts and realise that i probably should have left this part to actual hispanic/latino authors, so if you’d like to give suggestions or just yell at me if the translations are wrong, please do so. i face claimed alisha boe as my baby camila but feel free to visualise any other person as well! lots of love and light 🤎
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night rain ; chapter 1
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Music, the soft sizzle of pans on the stove and a beautiful, sweet aroma flooded the small home as Camila’s mother rushed into the kitchen while putting on her earrings.
“Mija, what are you making? It smells wonderful.” Tina asked as she peeked over her daughter’s shoulder.
“Raspberry souffle pancakes.” Camila smiled, slapping her mom’s hands from taking one of the berries on her right in a dish. “My little pastry chef,” Tina said as she kissed the brown girl’s curls. “¿Quieres venir conmigo a la tienda hoy?” [Do you want to come with me to the shop today?]
“Mami, I already told you that I-”
“You don’t want to go in yet, I know but Camila, you’re going to have to tell him at some point. The more time goes on, the less understanding he’ll be when he finds out that you’ve been hiding an entire-”
“I know, I know.” Cam sighed.
Rubbing her daughter’s shoulders, Tina attempted to comfort her. “It’s okay, I know you’re not ready. Is she up yet?”
“No, but I'll wake her up soon when I’m done.” Camila said as she flipped over the last pancake.
This caused Tina to immediately perk up, asking “Can I do it? Please please please?”
Before the young mother could even answer, the older of the pair was already quickly shuffling in the direction of the bedrooms. The heartwarming sound of Emelia’s giggles rang through the home as Tina walked in holding the child in her arms before handing her over to her mother.
Emilia Antonia Ivy was born in the late fall of 2019 and was the perfect byproduct of Camila Ivy and Carmen Berzatto alike. Though not even yet reaching the age of three, Emmy already demonstrated having the biggest heart and mind that her mother had ever seen. She was polite, kind, never threw tantrums and was always eager to watch her mother in the kitchen. She enjoyed seeing and mimicking the same focus exhibited on her mom’s face while cooking, characterised by a small pout. However, it only reminded Camila of the toddler’s father more than anything.
Camila and Emelia moved back to Chicago to stay with Cam’s mother and help her deal with the death of her chosen son, Michael who had committed suicide a few months prior. From the moment Camila heard the news, she instantly thought about everyone else who might need her at that moment, completely forgetting her own pain that seemed to be consuming her chest. She was unselfish in that way, or maybe too selfish, rather opting to focus on everyone else than allow herself to hurt. And so she packed their bags and flew straight to Chi-town to take care of her mom, help Sugar with the funeral and even check on The Beef, though making sure to leave the shop before Carmy’s arrival.
It had been about three years since she had seen the man who she once called the love of her life. Granted he was only demoted from that title by his very own child, but Camila still loved him very much. One however could attempt to dispute that statement by the fact that she had still not told him about said child. At first it was understandable, most of her friends and family supported her choice for the first couple of months, but then months turned to years before it just never felt like the right time.
“Morning, Bear.” Camila laughed while smothering the two-year-old’s face with kisses before setting the girl on the kitchen stool and pushing a plate of warm pancakes dripping with white chocolate sauce in front of her.
“Why don’t you two ever eat your pancakes with syrup like normal people?” Tina laughed, watching both girls tear into their respective plates.
“Because of the tartness, Abuela.” Emmy said with her mouth still full.
“What, are you gonna go to the CSI now too? Huh?” The older woman smiled as she tickled the toddler on her sides. Just then, she realised she would be late for work and so she bid her two next of kin goodbye.
“You wanna go to the park today, Bear?” Camila queried excitedly.
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i haven't finished s2 of jjk, sukuna manifested and i noped out. miminana r alive and well. my jjk reality is now tpg, the power of found family rises through jjk and i will suffer but i will be happy <33 thank u for the incredible fic that you've poured so much love into, ur living my dream life going to an ivy league working cool job and still writing something so incredible... i can't even imagine like how was it going thru your masters knowing you were writing one of the most beautiful works of art out there...
omg so real of you, i haven't finished jjk s2 either. i'm fragile, man, i can't watch nanami die in full moving color with music and voice acting and--
okay, i can, and will...eventually. but you're so real, tpg is my jjk reality too. can't even count how many times i've just defaulted to toji being maki's dad on instinct, or how many times i have to physically remind myself that getou and yuuta are, in fact, enemies, and not fucked up codependent father and son. the power of found family consumes all....
thank YOU for reading it!! i promise i'll get back to it soon. as for writing tpg while going to stanford...yeah, it was an experience. i'll admit i didn't have much of a life, but whatever. it was always so funny when my classmates would talk about competing in the olympics or performing at carnegie hall or whatever and i'd be like "yeah, but can you think VERY hard about anime characters??" a little bit of imposter syndrome here and there, but i'm proud of tpg so it was well worth it, i think. thank you for this kind message, omg <333 i'm really thrilled you've enjoyed it so far and stay tuned for much, much more to come!!!
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Battle of the Fear Bands B2R2: The Corruption
BlackBoxWarrior:
“A song about a man struggling with his health (be it mental or physical). The song makes the treatment seem inhumane and just as terrifying as the initial problem. It’s almost like he’s getting sicker and sicker but just won’t die.”
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I Took a Zombie to Prom and All I Got Was This Lousy T-Shirt:
“The love going on far longer than it should, to the point where it is consuming, most specifically "And we stumble ever forward - Our love is gone but we keep walking on - Arms outstretched we’re grasping for it - Wish that we had just stayed dead and gone"”
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Lyrics below the line!
BlackBoxWarrior - OKULTRA:
Well he collapsed with Stevens-Johnson Syndrome on the E.R. floor
Panic attacked, anaphylactic and ataxic
The way he spun his butterfly risked all six his phalanges
Roman candles at both ends in his synapses
And the method with which he recycled his humors
Trojan Horse'd his Blood-Brain Barrier and raised the LD-50, yes, yes
And through flight-or-fight revelation shame the Black Box Warrior
He skipped this town and headed straight down history
Shields himself from reason in a Kevlar baby-blue Tuxedo
Quilted from the finest fibers, flesh, and fiberglass, and flowers
His ego a mosquito, evil incarnate good incognito
Pops placebos for libido, screaming, "Bless the torpedoes"
For what? For what? For what it's worth
If it was going to kill you boy, it would have by now
For what? For what? For what it's worth
There's no more looking back, it's looking up or looking down
Well, he was wearing stolen rubber shoes and wrapped a poison ivy noose
Around his Lotus jugular when they came
Well, they found him with a map to every victim of his love
And a tattoo of a blue jay on his face
And they waited for his vital signs to lie and let a flatline cry
A hymn out in Hungarian Harmonic
But he cocked his noggin, through his stoma sang, "For auld lang syne"
"Happy birthday to the succulents, I'll die your hydroponics"
His rib cage was a hornet's nest, palpitations set the beat
His vagus nerve a turk's head knot, an axel hitch, a carrick bend
He wondered if Christ Consciousness would charge a cancellation fee
Auf wiedersehn, au revoir, he gripped his wits right by their ends
For what? For what? For what it's worth
If it was going to kill you boy, it would have by now
For what? For what? For what it's worth
There's no more looking back, it's looking up or looking down
Hello, welcome, why don't you take a seat?
Get comfortable, relax, take a second if you need to
Now what's bothering you? Well, why don't we start at the beginning
Growing up, how was your relationship with the fundamentals of conscious existence?
Did you have xenon orchid sinews spilling down the outer center of your
Blooming Escher/Mandelbrot head?
And how about claustrophilic tendrils clapping caskets closed on seven-knuckle thumbs
Did you get along well with the Gideon Bugler pineal glands?
Your projector eyes casting sci-fi's on your STR'd strands?
Tell me about your nerve to steal nerves of steel from under Bacchus' bloody nose
Did Namibian Himbas tie-dye you, your ears pierced with a Phineas Gage flagpole
Did you die before your day?
Thursday traction, Tuesday titration
My hope is to assess through my objective report of
Your subjective conjecture
Whether this proprietary bled of expertise and seasoning works as well as this
Transorbital ice pick
Holistic ballistics, you got a better idea?
It's about the best we could come up with, what, you think ideas spread because they're good?
No, they spread because people like them
So now here we are once again, holding
As it were, a mirror up to your mirror
I guess it's just something people do
A bloody knife to split your infrastructure, wine to rev your motor function
Coital machinations of the dead
Well, you mainline your animus, karate chop your abacus
And learn to be an animal instead
But I never did think you better than this, your modus operandi causes
Nazi/Skoptzyism and suicide
Why to thine own self be true when it is you who are the problem
Not the things you do but something sick inside
Lithium and Dialectics, boy you really is defective
CBT don't seem effective for that Cluster B, accept it
Offer up your innocence, please ignore the side effects
You've lost your mind and almost lost your life before
So you'll be fine
For what? For what? For what it's worth
If it was going to kill you boy, it would have by now
For what? For what? For what it's worth
There's no more looking back, and why would you want to look back?
I mean, it's no good looking back, so try to look forward now
For what? For what? For what it's worth
If they were going to get you boy, they would have by now
For what? For what? For what it's worth
There's no more looking back, it's looking up or looking down...
I Took a Zombie to Prom and All I Got Was This Lousy T-Shirt:
One breath
But everything just tastes like grave dirt
One look
But darkness surrounds me
One touch
These walls of pinewood press so closely
But, love, I'm alive
I claw my way toward you
Broken limbs and stitched together smile
Sunday best in rags and tatters
Love, why do you run?
Don't run I'm coming for you
And I stumble ever forward
My grace is gone but I keep walking on
My arms outstretched, I'm reaching for you
You can't bury me; I'm never gone
Come now
There's nowhere else for you to run to
Love, now
We will be together
One bite
Is all it takes to bind me to you
Now you're in my arms and, dear, you're never leaving
And I stumble ever forward
My grace is gone but I keep walking on
My arms outstretched, I'm reaching for you
You can't bury me; I'm never gone
And I stumble ever forward
Our love is gone but we keep coming on
Arms outstretched; we're grasping for it
Wish that we had just stayed dead and gone
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sage, ivy !!!
sage: what ‘medium’ of art (poetry, music, fiction, paintings, statues etc.) is the most touching to you? why do you think that is?
medj nahirapan ako rito since i like all of them BUT if i'll choose one, siguro music talaga. i focused more sa lyrics than tune din kasi at mas dinadama ko talaga music since palagi ko rin silang pinapakinggan. sabihin na natin na bias ako kasi mas madaling i-consume for me ang music kesa sa poetry and such hehe, but runner ups ko fiction and poetry bec i love reading!
ivy: what are your ‘tells’ for your emotions and moods? how can someone tell you’re happy, annoyed, upset or tired?
i think they can easily tell if i am having a bad day or in a bad mood BUT can hardly tell if i am happy or in a good mood. palagi kasi akong galit hahahaha well kapag nakakunot na noo ko +++ mabilis na ko magsalita meaning galit na ko BUT i am really trying my best to manage my emotions hehe kahit mahirap dahil ang daming obob these days. i don't usually show if i am tired din with people kasi i don't want to be a burden to anyone pa kaya i don't think they can tell ( i am trying to be happier these days! :] )
thank u ! <3
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🛒 🎢 ❌ 🦅🤩
🛒 What are some common things you incorporate in your fics? Themes, feels, scenes, imagery, etc.
Food and cooking. I think Puzzle pointed this out in one of my fics and I love it so I just leaned in hardcore. Now it's like my special treat to myself, what can I incorporate and how does it build on the plot? Different characters' relationships with food is really interesting and something I'll probably never get tired of. Bonding over food, what it represents in personal relationships or backstories...idk I could go on and on.
Understanding mental illness through the metaphor of the story might also be a theme of mine. PTSD, anxiety, depression and trauma definitely come up a lot.
🎢 Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?
Hmmm. I think Toxic is the most ambitious in terms of plot so far. For better or worse, lol. It's occupying a weird space between danger and fluff because of who the characters are and where they are in their journeys. I might tell a different story if I started from scratch now, but this story has consumed my brain for too long and I need to get it out.
❌ What's a trope you will never write?
Probably like soulmates or omegaverse. Both of them have this biological determinism aspect that I find completely unappealing.
🦅 Do you outline fics or fly by the seat of your pants?
Almost always outlined. I might start writing the first chapter based on vibes but then I have to outline to figure out where it ends up. Of course half the outlining is usually done in my head as a daydream, or at 3 am.
🤩 Who is your favorite character to write?
Wade Wilson hands down. How he plays with the narrative is so fun. Writing someone as truly unhinged is both fun and hard to do well.
I also really liked writing Poison Ivy and I think there's more of her in me. She is such a misanthropic sweet badass. She's a pathetic mew mew plant goddess. I love her.
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Uhh..no reason at all! Jussst wondering! ^^ If it is possible, Could you explain us about those three you mentioned please? I have never heard of any of them before and well..it’d be nice to know all that’s possible about it for safety you know?
" The.. Absolute Solver, well... I... I don't even know how to begin explaining THAT... But... "
" IVY is a mutation of it.. She is far more violent and.. Her only goal is to consume as much as she can, and spread and grow... Drones infected by Her are... Obvious, because they'll have flesh or tendons inbetween the joints.. And are... Often mutated to look more like horrific eldritch abominations of "Animals" .. "
" It gives them mouths and... Pointy bone spikes anywhere it can... Prepping them to become mindless slaves used to devour more and more.. To bring back to the primary host of the infection... "
" IVY is known to despise the Absolute Solver... As they're on... Equal grounds in terms of strength- IVY just relies on brute force more than.. Well... Y'know.. It's abilities... "
- She Pauses her ramble, Gazing around.. -
" The other one.. Well- Thaaat one's a bit Gross, so... I'll probably answer that in a seperate ask.. "
#【 𝑰𝑪 - 𝑻𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒂 𝑱. 𝑬𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒐𝒕𝒕 】#【 𝑨𝒔𝒌 - 𝑳𝒐𝒔𝒕 】#i can loredump from my discord abt ivy on my rp management acc. -Mod Uzi#IVY - AU
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Welcome to the Eveland line is bizarre situations similar to Apocalypses or just with not so very good people in general- mostly the world ending so laws don't matter... or just.... normal but... stupid
Featuring Ike Eveland, Ivy Eveland, Eki Eviland/Eveland, and Halo- mE cuz fuck you-
Also featuring Shu, Hikarino... etc etc
Eki in the background dancing and singling to 4BLOOD casually- like
Ivy watching like
And Ike is just
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There's a BIG group of people who- for one reason or another- want to kill them...
Eki is absolutely losing it, itching to just stab them- you know the video of the dog THIS FUCKING CLOSE to speaking cuz he wants the bacon? That's Eki. Like Halo's saying "why you sound like a dog- a dog so excited for bacon HE'S WHINING LIKE P L E A S E I'LL SPEAK 10 LANGUAGES!!"
"Please- please please- I wanna- just- can I? Can? I? Stab? They deserve it anyways!! PLEASE I'M LOSING MY MIND YOU'RE TORTURING ME!!" The literal embodiment of keyboard smash-
Ike sighs "fine..." YOU KNOW THAT "self destruct" "FINALLY HEHEHAJCJHQHSHQ" from like Invader Zim? ThATS FUCKING EKI-
"YEEEEESSSSS!!!! FINALLY!!!" This mans kills that entire group in about 5 seconds flat and there had to be like 10 people at least.
He's like running and jumping in them, stabbing them like a whole ass velociraptor
THIS MOTHER FUCKER LIKE ^^^^^
He just stands in the middle of the carnage with a grin- a very happy grin. A lopsided grin even
And Ivy is just deadpanning while simultaneously losing her shit.
Hikarino is.. similar? Most if the person is an asshole and he just can't stand them.
"Yamino- yamino- please- can i?- let me just hurt them once! Can I snap them out if existence?" "No!" "But.... they're a danger to us..."
The people try to attack
"Have at them I guess"
The people are dessamated. There's absolutely nothing left. Nor even ash, blood. THEY'RE GONE! THEY DISAPPEARED!!
Ivy is literally holding Eki by his collar as he's trying to stab someone DESPERATELY. "Please- just one stab?" "No, that won't be enough for you. I give you an inch, you take a mile. I give you one stab, you'll take a million." Ivy responded.
Y'all know this?
More like
😭😭😭😭
Ivy & Ike: No, you can't kill people every 5 seconds
Eki:
Shu: No, you can't consume the souls of the innocent
Hikarino, knowing full well he lied about consuming souls:
This just became a fucking meme dump lmao-
At this point this is Vtuber and alter ego shenanigans
Eki comes up behind Ivy, trying to stab her
She lITERALLY flips him OVER HER SHOULDER BY THE ARM-
Ike wasn't kidding when he said Ivy throws him!
You know the image of the kids scared if a rabbit? The kids are Ike and Eki, the rabbit is Ivy-
#halo; random shit#Halo; VTubers#ike eveland shenanigans i suppose lmao#ike eveland#eki eviland#eki eveland#ivy eveland#luxiem#anycolor#nijisanji#nijisanji en#shu yamino#hikarino shu#shu hikarino#shu multiverse-
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Guests Event 1
(God I'll spend this whole month being an auntie)
- Ivy - Psyche
"Are you alright?"
The same voice, rings inside her head.
"Don't be scared, I'm not here to hurt you"
A beautiful long, snow-like hair. Her voice as gentle as the cold breeze that won't stop harrasing her limp body.
"... you are not from Elpasa"
What's that?
"Doesn't matter, I'll still take you in"
To where? With a long white coat and the scents of antiseptic...
"Be my guest until you recover, dove"
A doctor, and even worse, a scientist. She's made up her mind. She'll kill her. She'll kill her and she'll die, resigned from the board using her Guest Authorities.
'Pardon... the intrusion then'
- Vee - Ophelia
"Checkmate, I won"
The woman looks at the girl in front of her. For a young girl around her age, her skill in playing checkers is praiseworthy.
"I've traveled across boards for a long time. It's only natural for me to understand the nature of a game board"
Well yes, and no. She's not just a pawn. She's a piece. And she's her Guest. Besides, a game of checkers is different from a gameboard, at least in this Guest's term.
"I may not be as good as that pet cat Marionette or my 'Sister' but the proof that I still survive in my own board and your board is enough to prove my competency"
Guest Authorities. An endless protection. But that's not the only thing that help her survive in this foreign board. With the woman protecting her and a proper Neutral Observer alarming every moves, it's almost laughable if she's still harmed in any way.
"That Neutral Observer did a great job pulling me out from my own madness. Had she not been there to drag me out, I would have to resign from this board already"
The Neutral Observer may belong from the girl's board but they have been adjusted to the woman's board alas ensuring her every route safe from any unsavory incidents.
"Well, either I live alongside with you or I'll play as an actress, that's my role as a Guest here"
A competent actress, although sometimes consumed by her own pride.
But it's nothing surprising, almost all the pieces are just like her. Vellanie, Marionette, and Iris would be the perfect example for everyone to witness.
'But isn't Iris simply a Neutral Observer?'
The girl smiles at her as she plays with the pawns,
"How about we move on to the Clockworker Theatre, Ophelia?"
- Iris - Leon
"You.... bastard..."
The girl growls as she coughs out blood. She has crossed the line and with how the Neutral Observer had her in a chokehold with the invisible string, it's disgraceful.
'Ah? You should have realized that I'm here to destroy your gameboard instead of the other way, idiiiiotttt'
She's taking her chances. She won't let the person in front of her resign just like that. With a leap and her strings in her hand, she snaps her finger.
- × - ??????
The blood trickles down to her chin. Ah, she didn't realize the Guest has taken off the Guest Authorities.
Weird, she died and yet the Marionette didn't die. Is she even a part of her? No, .... who is... Marionette? Her head throbs, rivers of unknown knowledges of fragments swim inside her.
Xiu Li. Whose name is it? Is it hers, or is it that crane's? That immoral fox.
Nevertheless, the only information she's allowed to know is only limited to that Huli Jing. Marionette is not her. So who is she?
- Yuzure - Battler
"Yahoo~! Royal straight flush, haha!"
The man slammed his card on the bed, revealing his hand to the girl. The girl pouts as she threw her cards away.
"Oya, look at my adorable guest, she's pouting!"
'Go away! I hate you!'
The man laughs at the girl's reaction and tackles her down.
Anyone could mistake her for Vellanie, anyone.
"My precious Guest, let's play more alright, this time, I'll be the one playing, I'll be the actor"
'Promise?'
The man nods and kisses her forehead. Pitiful woman who violated the rule of a gameboard. Pitiful woman who killed the white tiger. Pitiful woman who destroyed the fox and tiger relationship. Pitiful woman who was created out of________
- X -
"Oh jeez, I'm just tryna live"
The Olympians and Mystics giggle at her, their precious sweet flower.
'Alright, alright, let's play instead of living shall we?'
#i'll start working on each except the X symbol#and draw few <cute> interactions#christmas break here i come#congratulating the top 3 problematic guests#vellanie gotta chill#marionette gotta chill#iris gotta#yknow iris can go apeshit
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Hello!!!! Sage and ivy from the get to know me game, please 😊
Hi!!! <3
sage ⇢ what ‘medium’ of art (poetry, music, fiction, paintings, statues etc.) is the most touching to you? why do you think that is?
I never actually stopped to really think about it until now, but I believe music.
I spend all of my time, or at least most of it, listening to music and it most certainly can calm me down when I'm stressed, or lift me up when I'm down. Listening to music is a big part of my life and I feel good whenever something I like is playing (curse you, Spotify, with your shit-ass "similar to this playlist". I don't care. If I have 40 fucking hours of music it's because all I want to hear is in the playlist already. Fuck you.)
ivy ⇢ what are your ‘tells’ for your emotions and moods? how can someone tell you’re happy, annoyed, upset or tired?
When I'm happy I get really energetic. It can definetely be seen in my typing because I can't spell shit xD i also tend to use amd abuse the big letter I don't remember the name of bUT THESE ONES and the !!!! Or actually any punctuation(??) mark I can find. Irl-wise, I tend to be unable to stay still and stop giggling like crazy, or smiling and sometimes crying :],,,,,,,,,,,, yea h. I also bounce a lot and start touching and stimming and doung everything I can to let the energy out but It Consumes My Soul
Annoyed/Upset/Tired all look really similar? My spelling gets so much worse and I normally disappear. I always reply really fast, but when I'm unwell I'll just let the notifications sit there and ignore everything. A thing I noticed is that when I'm sad I don't use these little faces :] :( :/ :D :3 a lot. It sounds a bit stupid but alas: i don't careKAKAKAKAK irl I just stay quiet, keep to myself and grumble like a lil' bitch. I also stop talking shit(?), and, according to my best friend, I spend hours just watching reels on Instagram (which is actually 100% true, gotta get myself that sweet sweet mene juice)
Also I noticed my friends have this plan to cheer me up that is "ask Pretz about something she likes". They are bastards, can't even be sad these days. It works, I do get a lil' better. Fuckaroos, they know my weakness >:/ (love them. A lot)
When I'm angry I cry, get anxious and start swearing like a sailor. Mostly in portuguese because I'm unable to get angry and keep talking in English at the same time. My mind is only able to do one of these too and normally is cursing insanely
This is not well written but I'm lazy and thinking is for kids, there's no brain usage in this household 🤠👍
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Sweet Tea & Cigarettes
Chapter 2
Books Stacked High
The library was big with rows and rows of books scaling the walls. It was a historic library with its majestic Architecture. In the far ends of the library sat Hazel all huddled up surrounded by books. Hazel groaned slamming her head into her book “Why must history be so complex” she whined running her hands over her face in frustration “Why are men in history so barbaric” She gritted her teeth, her face softening at the sound of shushing across the library as she whispered a soft “sorry” she let out a sigh of frustration and started packing up her stuff and heading towards the exit.
Walking out of the library the wind was cold and the air was clear. A cold breeze whizzed by her causing her to shiver. Hazel sighs pulls her phone out and sends a text to Ginette “Hey what's up?”
“The sky”
“Really, are you busy or not?”
“I'm free why?”
“I'm bored and I just left the library, so my brains fried!”
“Oh, really I'm not far from you stay where you are!”
“Wait but it's cold.”
“Just don't move!”
Hazel looks at her phone eyes wide when she hears her name being called from a distance “really.”
Ginette was rushing towards her, Ginette’s feet causing small puddles to splash along the way. As Ginette reached Hazel, she stopped to take a deep breath before talking “Yes, really hey you should be happy I ran here for you” Ginette said pouting, Hazel's giggles cutting through the air like a knife “OK thanks for running to me” Ginette grins wide as she takes hazel's hand in hers. Hazel followed her friend aimlessly.
The streets were filled with people. The ground was shiny from the rain covering the street, autumn leaves adorned the road adding a pop of color to the otherwise dark bricks, the sky was cloudy and there was a light fog covering the world around them as the streetlights and store lights acted as a beacon of sorts guiding people along the way. Hazel looked at her friend with a questioning look upon her face.
“Where are we going?” Hazel questioned.
“you'll see~”. Hazel let out a defeated sigh. The two stood outside a warm café Ginette held the door open for Hazel and she walked in quickly trying to get out of the cold.
The smell of coffee and pastries fills her nose as the warmth consumes her “Wow it feels like a warm hug” Hazel sighs looking at the interior of the café the walls were dark mahogany with an accent wall of black bricks with ivy crawling up them.
“I knew you would like it” Ginette laughs, Hazel looked down at the menu with wide eyes “Wow so many things to choose from” She looks at the menu for a solid minute “OK I know what I want what about you?”
“Yeah, I'm ready” The two walk up to the counter ready to order when the cashier welcomes them.
“Welcome to the Coffee House what can I get you?”
“I would like a sugar and spice latte with a breakfast sandwich please.”
and I'll take a cookie crumble latte with a strawberry tart” The two order and the cashier asks.
“Will that be together or separate?”
Before Ginette could reply Hazel says
“Together please”
Ginette looks over at her friend bewildered as Hazel pays for their order and the duo head off to find a seat.
“Really Hazel, what have I told you about paying for me” Ginette wines Hazel just responds by sticking her tongue out at her and Ginette lets out a puffy sigh.
The window seat is the best for being in a cafe during autumn. You can just sit and watch the leaves float by or race the raindrops that fall into the window or even just people watching. The seat they chose was wonderful and comfy, the booth was well cushioned and there were pillows and blankets scattered around for any guest to use.
Hazel's thoughts were interrupted by the barista calling her name. “Order for Hazel!” She blinked, looking at the counter.
“Oh, I'll get it,” she said standing up.
Somehow Hazel was able to carry the food and drinks over to their table without hassle.
“Okay one cookie crumble latte and strawberry tart from Miss Ginette”
Hazel acts causing Ginette to let out a laugh.
“And one sugar and spice latte with a breakfast sandwich for Miss Hazel.”
Hazel says sitting down.
“Oh, thank you.”
Hazel responds to herself Ginette covering her mouth trying not to laugh any harder than she already is.
As the two dug into their food Hazel's eyes went wide “Wow this is amazing!”.
“I know I wouldn’t have brought you here otherwise”. Ginette laughed before she paused for a moment then she had an idea pop into her head a smirk spreading across her face.
“Hazel tell me more about the boy from Wednesday~,” Ginette asked playfully
“I don't know what to tell you?”
“Well for starters what did he look like.”
“Well, his hair was dark and curly, his eyes were a piercing amber, and his skin hmm,” Hazel thought for a moment “his skin was fawn, oh and he had freckles too!”
“How did you notice that?”
Ginette Smirked “Oh he had…a lot” Hazel stuttered.
“Right, anyway anything else?”
“No that's all.”
Hazel blushed, looking away.
Ginette just sat there smirking knowing damn well what was going through her friend's head.
Hazel finished her sandwich with a sigh looking at her bag and grabbing her notebook.
“Hey, we're supposed to be taking a break!”
“I know, I know but I just have to finish this before tomorrow.”
Hazel sighs trying to finish her work Ginette looks at her with concern wishing her friend knew when to take a break. Once Hazel finished, she put her stuff away and looked at her friend, a scared look covered her face as Ginette stared at her with an annoyed expression. “What?”.
“Hazel my friend, my sister from another mother you need to chill school just started.”
“I know but I need to do a lot to graduate this year, you know that.”
“I know”
Ginette said looking down “It's just that if you burn yourself out too soon then you definitely won't do lots of work later.”
“you're right I guess you'll just have to force me to take breaks then.”
Hazel smirked as they laughed together for a while.
But as soon as they left the cafe dread filled their faces “damn it's cold” Ginette yelled Hazel laughed coldly at her friend, but Ginette wasn't having it, so she took her cold hands and put them under Hazel's shirt earning a loud scream from her.
“GINETTE!”
That was all that was said before Hazel started chasing her friend around town.
After all was said and done Ginette dragged Hazel off to someplace else.
The two ended up in front of a bookstore.
“I thought-”
“I know what I said but no matter what you and I need books for school.”
Hazel looked at her friend with a blank stare as they walked through the front doors.
As Hazel looked for a book, she spotted a familiar tall fluffy-haired boy outside the store window, and she ducked behind one of the shelves.
Once she looked up, he was gone as she calmed down, she turned around only to see Ginette staring at her “What? Hazel asked looking at her friend.
“Oh nothing” Ginette snickered.
Hazel looked down at the shelf full of books, nothing catching her eye until she saw a book cover that intrigued her. Grabbing the book, she whispered the title aloud “Out Passed Dawn written and illustrated by Anthony Johnson.”
Hazel looked at the book her interest had been piqued and she knew this was the book for her.
Hazel walked around looking for her friend.
“Where the hell did, she go?”
“Hey!”
Hazel jumped in surprise “Are you trying to kill me” Hazel whispered loudly causing Ginette to laugh making Hazel roll her eyes.
“Are you ready to check out or are you too busy messing with me?”
Ginette Wiped a tear from her eye “I'm ready”.
The two walked over to the counter but before Hazel could pay, Ginette paid quickly so that Hazel couldn't pay for her books.
“Wha- hey, what's the big deal?” Ginette just stuck her tongue out at Hazel causing her to sigh.
Walking out of the store the two made their way through Blackwater, to Blackwater station and they sat in silence waiting for the train but as Ginette was about to speak the train's horn sounded as it pulled into the station.
They sat down at one of the table seats “Hey were you going to say something?”
Ginette Hummed as she grabbed her phone from her bag.
“Oh, it was nothing.”
Hazel looked at her friend with stern eyes before letting them soften.
“OK if you say so.”
Hazel sighed, turning to look out the window.
The ride was normal. Ginette was playing on her phone and Hazel was staring out the window longingly before the train screeched to a stop now arriving at Spring Valley Station.
“Well, I guess this is goodbye,” Ginette said dramatically.
“See you someday.”
Ginette followed up by putting her hand on her face shielding her eyes.
“Bye loser” Hazel laughed Ginette’s eyes widened at the insult but before she could respond the doors of the train closed separating the two.
Hazel let out a sigh, turning to look out the window once more, seeing the trees flying by almost putting her in a trance.
An hour later Hazel finally made it to her stop stepping off the train Hazel took a deep breath in and out smelling the rainy air a sad look washing over her, she always enjoyed playing in the rain with her dad, especially after a long day at school, but he made his choice and there was no going back.
Hazel walked up to the front door of her old house it was at least two stories and had a nice backyard with a stone fence surrounding it the outside was worn and looked like it needed a good cleaning, but she and her mom didn't have the money for that not right now anyways.
As Hazel unlocked her front door she was greeted by meows from her cat's Willow and Kuro
“Hey, I'm home I hope you two have been getting along well”.
Hazel says stepping through the front door.
Hazel quickly noticed that her mom still wasn't home yet, which wasn't unusual nowadays. Hazel sighed letting her bag fall to the ground, slipping her shoes off, and walking over to the living room slumping down on the couch her cat's coming to sit with her “At least I have got you guys” Willow meowed in response.
“Well, I guess a nap wouldn't be too bad,” she said letting her eyes become heavy before she fell into a deep slumber her cat’s curled up beside her falling asleep along with her.
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ooooohhh i hope you get the biggest punch to the face white woman i hate you i hate you i hate you
#ingay mo pia#grrrrr grrrr >:(#ugh! i will look at terry bogard!! to make me feel better#I HATE THIS WHITE WOMAN I WANT TO PUNCH HER AND KICK HER AND#i was going to say I WANT TO CHOKE HER WITH THOSE DEATH IVY SO THAT SHE WILL NEVER SPEAK AHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE#but! i started looking at terry <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3#violence. rage. i feel them welling up inside me.....#hhehehe i love terry bogard ^_^#heheheheheheh ^_^#oooh i'll check something really quick before the rage that consumes me takes over and i go insane. yep :)!
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rating my blaseball works on the parker scale
a little under a week ago, i made a post detailing a 1-5 metric for evaluating the amount of knowledge of various aspects of blaseball asked of a reader to understand the events and narrative driving the work. this can be anything from actual game mechanics and plot events to character/team lore.
tl;dr explanation: a rating of 1 means you can understand it with little to no prior knowledge of blaseball, a rating of 3 means the average blaseball fan should be able to understand what's going on, and a rating of 5 means the reader should be well-versed in the subject in order to understand the work properly. this refers to prior knowledge assumed of the reader. if the events are somehow explained in the text or in a beginning/end note, it can justify a lower rating.
for the purpose of self-evaluation and to provide examples of what i personally would consider something that falls under each rating, i will be rating my own fics below the cut. you don't have to be familiar with my writing - i'll give an explanation of why i gave it the rating i did.
so, here we go! i'll rate them in chronological order.
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that which you cannot kill - 3
reasoning: this is an example of a work which has its rating lowered by an explanation of the events at the beginning. even if you didn't know anything about the second wyatt masoning, the excerpt from the season 14 blaseball beat explaning the details in full is at the beginning. additionally, max and ivy's names are color coded in the blaseball beat excerpt so you know who's who when they speak individually.
while it does help to know a little bit about the characters before going into it, this isn't absolutely necessary to understanding what's going on. additionally, there are some bits of team lore included, these are not central to the plot and aren't required knowledge.
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blasetober 2021 (poetry collection) - 4
reasoning: it's hard to rate a collection of short poems as a whole, but this covers a lot of characters and their individual stories, as well as plot events and individual games. without the character tags to serve as a guide for who/what each individual poem is about, you're kind of going off vibes. these were initially posted individually on discord and had a background included with each one, which is not present in the collective work published to ao3. however, even without the background knowledge, it's mostly possible to just vibe with poetry, so it's not a solid 5.
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snippets from the immaterial plane (poetry collection) - 4
reasoning: same as above re: rating a poetry collection as a whole. however, here i would like to provide examples of individual poems that would fit each rating:
-salmon: 1 (you don't need to know anything about blaseball to vibe with this one. hell, you could read it as being about actual salmon and still get the vibe.)
-a soul is a heavy burden: 2 (even if you're unfamiliar with chorby soul's story, it's a pretty basic rundown of what happened to them. the reader should have a basic understanding of what happens to players who are brought back from the dead and perhaps also consumers, but it's still pretty easy to vibe with this one imo)
-save situation: 3 (this assumes knowledge of the season 24 earlsiesta. italicized lines are taken directly from parker macmillan iiiii's speech. it also indirectly references the coin and the original parker macmillan. basically, if you know the general plot of season 24, you should be able to get this one.)
-on knives and how to use them: 4 (there's a bit more background knowledge required here, but context clues can help with that. the season 15 day 37 garages vs. lovers game is directly referenced, and looking through the character tags listed at the top would probably help the reader figure out max is the speaker. if you know the "you" in the poem is nan, and you know what happened on s15d37, then it becomes easier to understand.)
-fourteen days: 5 (the only context clues here might come from carefully looking at the character tags, which would indicate this poem is about mike townsend and jaylen hotdogfingers. however, that's about it. in order to really get what's going on, the reader would need to know about jaylen's season 17 career, in which she was on the rotation next to mike townsend for fourteen days before being involved in a feedback swap on s17d15. there is also reference to a game involving betsy trombone and pitching machine getting into a fight, which probably only hits as a funny moment if you know that's what it's about. basically, most people who aren't garages fans familar with the characters and their backstories might miss out on this one.)
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don't forget them when they're gone - 3
reasoning: this one is pretty easy to understand with an average knowledge of blaseball (specifically, short circuits.) many of the plot events show the first two short circuits playing out. knowing the backstories of any of the three main characters isn't necessary here, as all of the relevant parts are explained in some detail during the story.
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lucky number 81 (what if) - 4
reasoning: this one would be a solid 5 without the end note. it references a lot of election results and very specific "what if" scenarios (hence the title) that get explained in an end note.
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the merry exit (un?)memorial dimension traveling club - 3
reasoning: the beginning note explains this fic is about merry exit meeting the version of themself from the tutorial game (which is currently unavailable on the actual website, so the reader can't currently go looking for that knowledge prior to reading.) it's not impossible to understand without knowing what happened in the tutorial game because it gets explained at some point, which is the only thing keeping me from giving it a higher rating. if you have a basic understanding of short circuits, even without knowing what happened during the tutorial game, it should still be understandable.
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ghost stories - 2
reasoning: honestly, i think even if you don't know much about ken loser and the klongs, this one's solid vibes. it does help to know about those things, though.
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hold on, you'll live to play again - 3
reasoning: even though it's not finished (i'll write the last chapter eventually, i promise lmao) i don't expect to write anything that's gonna give it a higher rating. it does help to know a little bit about the characters, but it's not absolutely essential to understanding the story because their situation is briefly explained at the beginning. while there is a bit of core mechanics lore included in the story, it's not required knowledge and is mostly there for worldbuilding purposes. the first chapter loosely follows the s20d111 steaks vs. mechs game, which the reader also does not need to be familiar with.
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ashes, dust, and other reminders of what once was - 3
reasoning: the reader is mostly just expected to have a general understanding of the vault and legendary players. the fic follows chorby soul from season 18 to the semi-centennial. you can be just as confused as they are and learn about parker macmillan along with them if you're not familar with the later part of the expansion era.
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the tragedy of the fire eater - 3
reasoning: probably doesn't make much sense if you don't know about the fire eater modifier and what it does. it could take on a different interpretation if you want to include the fact that incineration attempts are not related to fire eater at all (perhaps the idea that they're protecting their teammates is just an illusion)
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so uh...yeah. if you read all of this, thanks. here is a cookie because you deserve it 🍪
(also if you're interested in stuff i wrote, i have a tag for that!)
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SAVING JOHN SHELBY (PART 2)
This one has taken me so long to write the next part for. I had actually wrote the next part on my phone ages ago, but it got lost when I changed phones. So I had to re write it. Not sure if I'll continue after this chapter. This one probably isn't as good as the first either. Also unsure if I would follow the shows plot or not. May go back and explain her life as well. But we will see. Hope you enjoy this chapter. Sorry it's been forever and thankyou for reading the first bit, never expected it ♡
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Chapter two ♡♡♡
A look of worry and disbelief greeted her, from the man she had just brought back to life. Though in that moment the girl was not bothered in that too much.
She knew what happen after she used her magick. It always happened. The curse for being born magical. She could feel the darkness claw at her body from the inside. Looking at John Shelbys face she knew in that second she was not being discreet about the problem she faced.
Getting up from the floor with sluggish movement alerted John a little more. Worry hung on his face as he watched the girl stumble away from him, looking unsteady on her feet. The girl just wanted to move away from the men, before the darkness consume her.
She knew that she would probably be sick for days after this. Her small petite body not being able to handle such use of magick that she had just performed. Normally she would do little things, things that she would be able to shake off in time. This though was big. Bigger than she had ever done.
"Ivy." She heard John behind her. Worry laced in his use of her name. Though the girl heard it muffled as she began to lose consciousness. Her whole body folding like a puppet being cut from its string.
Had it not been for John standing behind her, she would have hit the wood below. John had successfully caught the girl in his arms. Gently lowering her to the ground. He crouched beside her, watching as her whole eyes opened and turned completely white. Not having any idea how to help her. In all the time that the girl had lived with them, John knew she wasnt the same as anyone else.
The girl had attempted to explain what she was to John. Though years of mistreatment and trust had her panicking in the first sentence, resulting in John hugging the girl and reassuring her she was okay.
Watching the girl on the front porch struggle the way she was, scared John. He hoped that she would make it through whatever this was. Ivys body began to shake as her mouth open. John watched as a black inky cloud of substance left the girls body, disappearing in the air.
The girls body began to calm a little after she had released it. Her body still shaking and twitching but her eyes return to normal. John gently moved the girl hair away from her face. He could feel the heat coming off her as sweat rolled down her face. In her delirious state the girl had lazily moved her hand to grip John's. Her blue eyes meeting his. They held so much pain inside of them.
John moved closer to the girl, scooping her up into his arms and holding her tight as her body shook still. Her hand holding tightly on to his as she buried her head in his chest. Both happy that each of them was okay.
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♡ here part two @obsessedunicorn24
Sorry it's short :(
#john shelby#peaky blinder imagine#peaky blinder fanfic#peaky blinders#john shelby imagine#fanfiction#part 2#joe cole#writing#heka magick#magick#witch#storytelling
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Yam Yam and the Lingering Darkness Part 3
Zillamorkus Draught-a powerful elixir made from crushed beetle spines, hyena fangs, pickled poison ivy and jellied fruit flies. It activates one's physical metamorphosis into the legendary monster known as a Crony, but in order for it to work, one must be tricked into both preparing the potion and drinking it.
That evening during their tea time, Uno and Kermort entered a trance like state and as if their brains had been welded together, they both saw the spectral mist of the vanquished Crony Munders right before their very eyes.
The great error shall soon be corrected. My physical form may be no more but my spiritual form has never been more alive. We need all but a few dozen Tuuns to transform. Once that is done, we'll have no more need for the draught. The Cronies will infect the remaining Tuuns and spread my deadly plague. With all the Tuuns converted into Cronies, all will be well. No one shall stand in my path. My dear half brother will no longer look down upon me. I will show him I AM WORTHY! Soon, I will have my own world to bend to my will!
And once the trance ended, the two dark wizards felt more powerful than they had before. It was as if from some incomprehensible plane of existence, the evil Crony Munders was transferring all his energies into them. Kermort grinned maniacally.
Let's get some rest. We've got a big day ahead of us!
The next day in Potions class, Professor Uno seemingly apologized to his students for his abysmal behavior the day before.
I believe we got off on the wrong foot. I assure you, I will try to be a better teacher in the future.
Yam Yam, not quite sure what to think of his teacher's sudden change of behavior raised his hand.
Professor Uno? You had us make this potion. It was rather difficult to make. What exactly is it for? The textbook doesn't even say!
Although he had no lips, Uno tried to grin a cheesy grin as he made his way over to Yam Yam's desk.
My dear boy, how silly of me. I had you all prepare this cockamamy potion without telling you what it's for.
Uno dipped his head down towards Yam Yam's bubbly cauldron and took a great whiff of the brew. He looked up as if he just snorted a questionable substance and was high.
Splendid! It's a rather sweet smelling potion. Go ahead, take a whiff!
And everybody bent over and smelled their concoctions. Yam Yam did the same, but he was starting to get a little suspicious.
You still haven't told us what to do with it!
Uno tried to grin once more. Why, what do you do with all potions my child! You drink it!
Shelley, who was seated in the desk behind Yam Yam intervened.
Not necessarily, sir. You could use them on your hair as a shampoo or perhaps a remedy for bad foot fungus...
Uno ran to face Shelley, his evilness starting to poke through.
Don't correct me, Ms. Sheeperville!
Then he turned his goody good facade back on.
Sorry my dear. You're absolutely right! Potions can be used to do all sorts of things. But this one, we're going to drink, okay?
Shelley smiled and shook her head. Uno continued.
Great! So everyone, get your flasks ready. We're gonna drink our little refreshment! I think you're all going to like it.
And all the students filled their glasses. Yam Yam still wasn't having any of it. And Uno had everyone raise their glasses like it was a New Year's party. He grabbed an empty goblet from his desk and pretended it too was filled with the draught.
A toast.....a toast......
He couldn't think of anything.
A toast......to the future!
And everyone in the class drank the potion down, all except Yam Yam who only pretended to take a sip. Uno, who's single eye gazed on the little bear with anguish made his way back to his desk. He lightly slammed his fists against Yam Yam's school books.
Drink up!
Yam Yam shook his head.
Tell me what it does and I'll consider it!
Uno's single eye turned fire red.
I said, DRINK UP!
Yam Yam, defiant as ever took his glass and filled it with the potion. When it appeared as if he was about to consume it, he unexpectedly hurled it right into Uno's face.
Why don't you drink it then!
Everyone laughed as Uno wiped the mixture from his face. Then, with his blood pressure rising and his anger on full display, Uno zapped Yam Yam with a blast of lightning!
Dil rose from his seat and ran to his brother's side, but he was swept away by Uno's magic. When Yam Yam came to, he readied his wand.
Insolent child trying to defy me!
Yam Yam wasn't going to let Uno win the day!
That lightning tickled!
And the two prepared to engage in a duel!
TO BE CONCLUDED.....
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