#if you're wondering how old I am it's This Old
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The Man 8
Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.
My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.
Character: mob!Lloyd Hansen
Summary: a demanding customer complicates more than your work life.
As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️
You gag into your hand, shaking. You gurgle and shake out your fingers, the motion of the car adding to your sickness. The man beside you growls.
"What the fuck is your problem?"
"Eeek, it's so gross," you drag your tongue against the roof your mouth, like a llama about to spit, "it tastes so bad!"
You give another repulsed noise and shudder. The salty, sticky, sweaty flavour stains your mouth. You feel like you can even smell it.
"You don't think it tastes gross?"
"Do you think I taste my own cum?" He snorts.
"Like I said, the internet--"
"Maybe you should cut that out and grow up. You might not be knee deep in shit if you did."
"I-- me. Sir, you're the one--"
He reaches over and flicks your throat, right in your esophagus, and cough in pain as you fold over.
"You think your funny? We'll see who's laughing soon enough," he grits as he slaps his hand back on the steering wheel. "Come into my town and.... bullshit... laughing..."
He rants under his breath as he drives on. You feel the daggers he sends in your direction as he drives. You'd rather he focused on the road because he just blew a red.
"So... if you're not the mayor..." you begin as you sit up. You see your reflection in the side mirror; yikes.
"Don't fucking start," he warns and points a finger, hitting the wheel, "I swear you want to die. Don't you?"
"Mayors don't talk like that so... no," you frown. "Look, Fl-- Lloyd," you enunciate slowly, "you keep saying I should know who you are but I don't, okay?"
"Are you going to keep talking?" He grumbles.
"Sorry, sorry," you rub your neck, your throat still throbbing, "I'm... trying."
"Not hard enough," he sneers, "all you need to know is to shut your mouth and listen. Got it, sweet lips?"
You nod and cross your arms, "got it."
He sighs and eases off the gas. You sit forward and crane around. Where the heck are you? You've never been to this end of town.
"Sit back," he shoves your shoulder so you hit the seat, "can't see through you despite the empty space in your skull."
You curl your shoulders in and lower your head. Your adrenaline slowly recedes. Oof, that hits hard. Not worse than anything you've been told before but having a moment to think about it, about everything that's happened on the last few hours, it doesn't feel good.
You languish in the silence and watch the blend of brick and pavement through the car window. This is just another I told you so. Your parents will be all too happy to laugh on your face. And those old friends who kept you around to make themselves feel better.
He huffs as he slows and rolls up to a large gate, "come on, cheeks, don't get all pouty now. The fun part's not even begun."
You lean forward to see beyond the gate as it opens at the touch of his phone screen. You can't help but feel awe at the sprawling yard and towering modern mansion. These places only exist on screens.
"Aw, baby face, you're seeing all sorts of big things today, huh," he scoffs.
You don't react. He sways dangerous between menacing and mocking. He might not have told you outright who or what he is, but you can guess by his flagrant threats and even more exorbitant wealth. No on is that cocky or that rich through innocent means.
He rolls through and the gate shuts without prompt. Like a motion sensor or something just as fancy as the rest of this place. You wonder how long it takes the army he no doubt employs for the task to trim and style the lawn. You almost understand why he was so finicky about his coffee. Almost.
Yet that glimmer of defiance needles in the back of your head. If he's so rich and better than you, why wasn't he hitting some high end place where they infuse their coffee with diamonds or whatever? You suppose he might enjoy feeling like a giant as he walks among the anthills.
Figuring out this man won't do you any good. Even if you could. None of that matters. You've stepped on his toes and he's not going to let yours go unstomped.
He pulls in along a row of egregiously expensive luxury cars; one for seemingly every day of the week. It wouldn't surprise you. Well, you’re in such a stupefied state, nothing can.
His seat belt repeals sharply and he swings open the driver's door. You jolt back and look around. Do you get out too? He slams the door and your doubt is quashed as he taps on the window with his knuckles.
You undo your belt and feel around the door. Where the heck is the handle? These things have to be so sleek and sophisticated that you can never figure anything out. The door opens before you can find the release and you look up sheepishly at Lloyd.
You get out and step aside as he shut the door with a flick of his wrist. You peer around and twiddle your thumbs. What exactly happens now?
You stop short as he heads toward the stone steps along the house's facade. You're struck by a startling epiphany. He might be right about you in some ways. How did it take this long to realise?
You've been abducted.
He stops at the door and looks back at you, "look, honey bun, I'm getting fucking tired. Stop pussyfooting around and come on."
"Um, sir, F--Lloyd," you put your hands up, "Mr. Hansen, so, when do I get to go home because this feels kinda... entrapment-y."
"If I have to drag you," he snaps.
"Alright, alright," you keep your palms put and scurry forward, "I'm just asking questions. It's been a strange day."
"Fucking tell me about it," he mutters. "Ah, ah, sweet lips," he puts hisbarm out to block you from the front door, "rule one: beyond these doors, you're naked. That's it. Full access all the time."
You double take. Full on Three Stooges pantomime. You nearly fall on your ass.
"Wh-at?" Your voice catches.
"If I have to keep repeating myself--" he warns.
"But what if I get cold?"
"Oh my fucking god," he grabs you by the shoulders and turns you to face him, "I should fucking break that jaw."
He claws at your shirt and rips it up your body. You flinch with the force of his rude undressing. You squeak as he untangles your tee then shoves down your sweats, nearly taking your undies with them. He snaps the elastic with his index.
"Everything, baby girl," he demands and glares at you, crossing his arms. His cheek twitches and his jaw squares. Without the lip fur he might be decent.
You wiggle free of your pants and step out of them, then your panties. Your bra gives you some trouble as one of the hooks is bent. As you stand naked out in the summer breeze you feel strangle calm. It's kind of freeing.
You look at him and find him eyeing you up and down; that's a little more oppressive. You make a face. "Shoes off or..."
"Everything. Fuck, you gotta ruin it with that mouth," he barks and turns to strut through the door, "...drive me fucking insane...for what...pussy?"
You stare after him and exhale, stepping over the threshold. A lot has happened and you still haven't got your head around it all. Maybe it's better that way.
#lloyd hansen#dark lloyd hansen#dark!lloyd hansen#lloyd hansen x reader#drabble#series#the gray man#the man#au#mob au
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Make a Choice
702 Words / Prompt: Choice
John’s therapist smiles. She’s the new one, he thinks. Or the one after that. Sometimes it’s hard to keep it all straight.
“How are the wife and kids?” she asks.
John sighs, closing his eyes for a moment. “Here’s the thing. You ask me that about half the time. The other half, you ask me how my flatmate is, what crazy stuff he's got up to.”
She blinks, then frowns. “Do I?”
“Yes, you do. It’s like I’m two separate people to you. Two John Watsons.”
“Perhaps… you could say a bit more about that.” She’s fallen back into therapist-mode, and John knows it will be hopeless to explain.
He will try, though. “This is what my life is: two non-intersecting realities. In one, I'm living in Clapham with Mary and my two kids, Rose and Hamish. I have pub nights with my old army buddies, started biking to work a few months ago, and work at a surgery, treating sniffles and rashes. Sort of boring, but it's what I always expected my life to be.”
She smiles, uncertain. “Yes, I remember. You’ve mentioned your friend Bill.”
“Right.” He leans forward, shaking his head at the absurdity. “But that’s just half of it. In the other life— well, let’s call it another reality. I have one life, split between these two. In the other reality, I'm living with Sherlock Holmes. I never know what's going to happen when I wake up each day. There will be a spleen in the sink, no milk in the fridge because it's all been used for an experiment, and Sherlock will either be nowhere in sight, or flopped on the sofa, taking up as much space as possible with his notes. We go out on cases a few times a month. I've been shot at, stabbed, and got some sort of fungal infection from whatever that was in the sugar bowl. Sort of crazy, but never boring.”
She’s biting her lip now. “John. It’s not unusual for PTSD to manifest itself in… well, imaginings.”
“You mean hallucinations. And that’s not what I’m saying. What I mean is that I am living two lives. The wife-and-kids one, and the Sherlock one. I never know which one I’m going to wake up to. And I have no idea why it’s happening.”
Notebook open, she’s writing something. Upside-down, he reads: possible psychosis.
“No, I don’t think that’s it,” he says. “I’m not psychotic. I always know which reality I’m in. I’m not confused. So, I'm wondering. You're the only factor common to both of these worlds. Do you realise what's happening to me? Is this... an experiment?”
Yesterday, when he explained this, she offered to schedule him in twice a week and send him to a sleep specialist.
Today, in a different reality, she regards him with a half-smile. “Well, John, that’s a good observation. Very good. I would say that it’s time to make a choice.”
She holds a gun.
...
His head is splitting. Sherlock is talking, and John is trying to make sense of it.
“Every decision point creates two parallel realities. Yes and no. Turn right, turn left. Go through the park, get on a bus. You’re not aware of all the consequences of your choices, but they exist, as real as the fact of your life—”
“The park,” he says. “I went through the park.”
“I know.” Sherlock frowns. “Are you all right, John?”
“Of course I’m not all right—I’ve been shot!”
“Wrong. You’re concussed.” He leans over John, studying him like a specimen. “He hit you on the head and stole your wallet. Do you know who I am?”
“Of course I do. You’re my mad flatmate. And my therapist shot me.”
“Wrong. I’m your husband. And you don’t have a therapist.“
He closes his eyes. “I think some wires got crossed.”
Sherlock kisses him. “You’ll be fine.”
...
In a parallel reality, a thief is talking to his therapist.
“How are the wife and kids?” she asks.
He sighs, closing his eyes for a moment. “Here’s the thing. I stole this bloke’s wallet, and ever since, I’ve been living two lives.”
She smiles and leans forward. “Perhaps you could say more about that, John.”
@lisbeth-kk @keirgreeneyes @ninasnakie @raina-at @friday411
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If Nero has 200 IQ, this is the phone he’d gift to the twins.
Yep, the myth, the legend, the one and only indestructible force in the universe - Nokia 3310. I think it would be hilarious if Nero gave the twins one phone, because:
a) they need to learn to share
b) by combining their singular brain cells together into a rich commonwealth of two, they might just figure out how to work the phone
Of course, the indestructibile nature of this phone is a necessary feature. Now, you might be wondering why?
Nero decides to give the twins a call, maybe invite them over for dinner. After only a minute of waiting, Dante picks up. The background echoes with gunshots, exclamations of 'schum’ and menacing demon screams in a clear indication that the twins were out on a job.
“Hey, what's up, kid?”
“Uh sorry, you busy?”
“Never too busy for my favourite nephew.”
“I'm your only nephew.”
“Doesn't make it less true.”
“Suuure. Look, can you pass the phone to Vergil? I need to ask him something.”
“Aw, you're breaking my heart. Here I thought we had something special.”
Next, Nero hears demon screeches growing louder. A loud crack. Some shuffling noises before Vergil calmly answers the call.
Now it's time to play a game of ‘guess what the hell happened there’!
If you guessed - ‘Dante, being Dante, decided to showcase his phone-passing skills by bouncing it off a demon’s skull over to Vergil’ - then you're correct! A clear example of why the twins need a phone that can endure some serious beating. I'm also a firm believer that the Nokia could double as a weapon of great destruction in the field. I doubt getting hit with that brick on the head was easy to shrug off for the unlucky demon.
Real question though, what would the twins set Nero's ringtone as? And vice versa, Nero's ringtone for twins? (I know, I know, Nokia 3310 doesn't have a custom ringtone feature, but shhhh.. Nico works her miracles on the phone.)
Depeche Mode - Personal Jesus?
I mean, teeeechnically the twins are sons of a god? Or could it be Vergil referring to Nero as his son?
Guns N’ Roses - Sweet Child O’ Mine?
Need I say more? Although it would be hilarious if Nero set it as a ringtone for the twins.
He sighs deeply upon hearing the familiar ringtone, knowing it could entail anything from a world-ending cataclysm to another petty squabble. So he pauses his conversation with a Fortuna resident, saying, “Sorry, I gotta get this. Kids are calling.”
“Awww, and how have the orphans settled in?”
“Huh? No, my other kids.”
The Fortunan looks at him in confusion just as Nero finally picks up the call and starts pacing.
“What's up, dipshit?”
“Sounds like a you problem to me.”
“What? No, I won't talk to Vergil for you. What are you, five?”
“Look, you fucked yourself into that problem; you can fuck yourself out of it.”
Nero quickly drops the call and turns back to the person he was speaking to. “Sorry about that.” The resident only gives him a weird stink-eye, and Nero finally catches on to what's the issue. He coughs awkwardly and tries to smooth the situation, “Forty-year-old children, am I right?”
Ghostbusters theme?
Depends on how common knowledge demons are. The Sparda's might be ‘ghostbusters’ as in the myth catchers for hire.
Yeah, I'm gonna stop this long rambling shitpost here. Otherwise, I could keep listing ringtones on and on.
#dmc#devil may cry#master rambler#the unstoppable force of Nokia 3310#dumbasses own a cellphone AU#rated T for Nero's mouth#ruin your Fortuna rep in one simple step#be Nero
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What's real confidence ?
I've been wondering for years how people manage to be confident. Like, self-confidence was such a crazy thing to me, because I was so used to listen to this negative voice that follows us all day and our whole lives. I used to care about what people had to say about me.
To sum it up, I used to care way too much about things that should not even get a glance from me, let alone a space in my precious mind.
Since I started this tumblr account ( not so long ago), I've seen some change in my life. I've been doing way better in a lot of aspects in my life. Of course, sometimes, I relapse in my old habits, but surprisingly, I can manage to overcome these difficult moments.
I've come up to such a logical, and yet so priceless conclusion, and I felt like I should share it with you, guys.
You should not give a flying fuck about what people think about it. Don't let them tell you what you can do, or what you can't do. Literally never let them tell you anything about yourself, because who are they to do so ?
Easier to say it, than to do it, right ? That's what I used to think too, until I realized that there are only three people that I should care about.
The person I was yesterday.
The person I am today.
The person I will be tomorrow.
I am in competition with myself. I want to surpass myself constantly, and the crazy thing about this, is that when you see the efforts you make and when you see how you're improving, you genuinely do not give a fuck about other people, because there is simply no space for them in your mind, and in your life.
It's between me and me. There is no space for other people, there is only space for all the different versions of myself.
#self care#self discipline#self development#self improvement#self love#that girl#it girl#dark academia#green juice girl#girlhood#pink pilates princess#wonyoungism#levelup#high value mindset#high value woman#it girl energy#becoming that girl#glow up
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📸SPECIAL SUPERMEGA INTERVIEW WITH SHIDOU AND CHARLES! ‼️
Soleil: *Looks at the cameras* Hello again! I am Soleil, your never-before-seen reporter, and I am in the heart of the PXG, in its stadium. And today, I meet two players who look like brothers, Charles Chavalier and Shidou Ryusei!
Charles: Salut! Salut! Salut! Est-ce qu'ils me surveillent ?!
[Translation: Hello! Hello! Hello! Are you watching me?!]
Soleil: Don't worry, Charles. And yes, we are on national television.
Charles: *Puts on the magic Blue Lock headphones* Ah, now I can understand!
Soleil: *Try not to laugh too hard* That's right! Anyway, in the Blue Lock fandom, and among the members, especially @luvingshidou, They have questions. Can you answer them?
Shidou: *Looking at the camera, as if it were a model* That's right! Ready to clear up some doubts!
Charles: That's it, Miss Soleil!
Soleil: *Looks at his notebook* First question, Shidou is the strangest and most comically extroverted character, but is he hiding something?
Shidou: Eeeeh...! I just like to steal goals! Of my enemies! *Smiles evilly* So alone, so alone...! It feels so good to steal a goal from Isagi!
Charles: That's how it is! It's cool to see how those from Bastard Munchen writhe under our powerful name like devilish brothers, Miss Soleil!
Soleil: *Looks at Shidou* It is speculated that he has a younger sister, is that true?
Shidou: Who knows~ Who knows~ But, just @luvingshidou knows the truth. Why are you asking her?
Charles: I DO HAVE BROTHERS! Two older sisters and a younger brother!
Soleil: So, young Charles, are you the youngest in the family, or how...?
Charles: I am the youngest son of the Chavalier family! And I grew up in Lorient!
Soleil: I see...! But, then, what is the reason you play football?
Charles: Because it's so cool to see the world burn, mujahaha! *Jump on top of Shidou* Right?!
Shindou: That's right, little demon of the soccer field! You're a pretty cool guy, you know football!
Soleil: *Watch the scene* And that makes me wonder, Chavalier, do you have a partner?
Chavalier: Couple? I'm only 16 years old! I don't need a partner! My partner is crazy about football!
Soleil: That is a good answer, gentlemen. And finally, what will your relationship be like in the future?
Shidou: As narrow as a street! Charles and I understand each other's football!
Charles: That, that!
Soleil: *Laughs* So, the interview ends here. Thank you very much for answering our questions. I hope...*Soleil looks at Shidou* you and @luvingshidou be well both! And as for you, little Charles, I hope to see you at other times!
Shidou: Don't worry! Anything, my wife will contact you. Tell her I love her~♡
Charles: Heehee, Shidou has a partner~ 🎶
Soleil: *Looks at the cameras* This is how today's interview ends. Thanks for watching this far. Soon we will interview a character who lived in Spain. We know who we're talking about, right? A Real Madrid player and currently, the Japan U-20. Again, thank you very much! And cut!
>>>Behind the scenes:
Soleil: Another interview finished!
@milkteansugar: Is it so difficult to write the script?
Soleil: Enough, my dear @milkteansugar. But let's rest for today! Tomorrow we have to go to Spain with the plane given by CF GIRLFRIEND and @kurominote08!
@milkteansugar : SPAIN!
#blue lock#girlfriend fc#bllk x reader#blue lock imagines#fc girlfriend#charles chevalier#ryusei shidou#magazine 2
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thirteen ghosts sentence starters
change tenses/pronouns as needed !! some lines have been edited for clarity / length / ease of roleplaying
tw ; language , blood , death
'oh, bad! that's one way to describe it. uh, 'insane' seems a little more appropriate.'
'it is my professional opinion that we should get the hell out of here. now!'
'I just need to take the edge off.'
'careful, (name). don't get too curious.'
'who are you to play god?'
'playing's for children.'
'I thought you were psychic.'
'that's not how it works and you know it!'
'perhaps we'll meet again in another life.'
'you crazy son of a bitch, what did you do?'
'you're being paranoid and overprotective.'
'I know this is gonna sound completely whacked, alright? but I need you to stay with me.'
'don't laugh at me.'
'not so fast, you gotta cater to my ego first.'
'don't touch me.'
'how's your head?'
'they're kids, what'd you expect?'
'just this once, don't argue with me.'
'what part of that code are you having trouble cracking?'
'I don't see any ghosts.'
'I want you to do me a favor and stop with all the haunted house nonsense. okay?'
'you don't have to scream, alright? just ... chill.'
'no, I don't think we should split up.'
'I told you, I can't see any ghosts.'
'it's a ghost! just like I've been saying all night.'
'there are ghosts around us all the time. most of them, they can't hurt is. most of them don't wanna hurt us. but there are exceptions.'
'there's no such thing as ghosts.'
'don't speak. don't move.'
'I don't think you should be teasing the ghost.'
'it looks to me like I'm saving your ass.'
'if you want help, you gotta help me first.'
'can I rely on you not to get me killed?'
'what the hell are you doing here?!'
'stop dragging your ass, man!'
'you got something to say, say it.'
'let's start with this is all your goddamn fault!'
'if you haven't noticed, I'm a little bit of a freak!'
'I touch somebody, and a whole life full of shit just flashes in front of my eyes!'
'so yeah, I'm depraved. and (name) was my friend and he accepted me!'
'he didn't accept you, you're pathetic! he used you!'
'god, I've been trying to help you.'
'love is the most powerful energy.'
'I don't read latin.'
'it doesn't add up. it doesn't make any sense. there's gotta be a better way.'
'how much of this equation makes any sense at all?'
'I sure as hell hope I don't bleed to death, 'cuz that would suck.'
'why are you so mad at me? I did everything you asked me to do.'
'you're not mad at me, are you?'
'I've been looking for a reason to like myself for a long time.'
'greatness requires sacrifice.'
'I'm nothing without you.'
'the world has no time for little people like you. it needs people who are willing to do anything for greatness.'
'I am sick of this nanny shit.'
'this was not in the job description. I quit!'
#rp sentence starters#rp prompts#rp memes#movie sentence starters#movie prompts#horror prompts#thirteen ghosts prompts#thirteen ghosts sentence starters#anna's 31 days of halloween#31 days of halloween: 2#if you're wondering how old I am it's This Old#does anyone even remember this movie?
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me: hey trying to watch "once upon a time" again might be fun. i remember the first season well enough so i can start on the second. might have to check the wiki for a detail or two.
the first wiki i pull up:
me: how the hell do you people do this
#once upon a time#ouat#see the first time i took it too seriously#thought maybe if i try again with the knowledge that it's ridiculous#it could be fun#but what the fuck am i looking at here#i was trying to remember how belle could have spent almost thirty years in an asylum but look under thirty years old if you're wondering#i know there's some stupid reason for it#i'm not traversing that wiki tho
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in honor of my sudden re-binging of TRC, i finally bring out an unposted quality archive from 2017
#it's a wonder i still have it#idk how it is in other countries but here a lot of old clamps have not been reprinted yet and are therefore rarer than gold#so when i get new copies it's been long enough that i can start over from the beginning lmao. same strife with xxxh0lic#which unlike trc i did not read as scans first and refuse to. it will take me 20 years to see the end of the story#anyway this week i meant to draw and i said the next manga i'd read would be something new but here i am#gina if you're out there. i'm blowing you a kiss. kur0fai flavored#tsubasa reservoir chronicle#fai d. fluorite#mokona#this is not worthy of my artblog#pyro draws
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So....TTPD is out.
...how in danger are we?
Yes. ✌️🤍
#some updates are spared#others are not#laughing in S&S D#laughing in DIOH#laughing in angst#laughing in MY PEN IS CHARGED BRUH#little did you know your home's only really just a town you're just a guest in#the voices in his head called the rain to end our days of wild#pulled him in tighter rach time he was driftin' away my spine split from carrying us up this hill#stitches come undone#i can fix him no really i can#trust me i can handle me a dangerous man#say it once again with feeling#how the death rattle breathing#silienced as the soul was leaving#old habits die screaming#So I leap from the gallows and I levitate down your street#Is it a wonder I broke?#change the prophecy#cards on the table mine play out like fools in a fable#theres so much more LMAOOO#do with those as you will#my fics#I am also debating writing an absolutely devestating oneshot just because I can#this album is lowkey my personality for the foreseeable future thanks taylor swift#you neVER MISS
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i wish there was a space for actual adults within this fandom. i guess i will have to create it, even if it's just me and other five people and a shoelace. i wonder how this whole thing is gonna develop!
#personal#the entire internet but also this fandom specifically is infested with ppl whose reading comprehension is lower than a 6th grader's#can't a gal enjoy a middle-aged actress without being pestered by toddlers with pitchforks#and i know i'm the pettiest bitch but i am ANNOYED esp when i see how old these ppl are. if you're over 25 you have no excuse daskjfhg#like i have cut my audience in half at least! if not more with this fic#but i'm happy bc i'm producing content i wanna produce#i wonder how my new fics are gonna be received#after i finish “particular” i have another thing coming up that ppl probs won't like lol#but i think it's important i post it#and then we have murder mysteries and gothic horror and wooooo you know#it's gonna be fun! and a bit disturbing!#wonder if imma be dragged on twitter again lol#but i sincerely hope no one will care lol#honestly i never expected ppl to care THAT much but i guess they did#it also annoys me that a concerningly small amount seems to care abt the actual quality of writing#and i'm over here agonising about Stylistic Choices(TM) lol#i feel like it flies over ppl's heads and they just wanna read abt larissa weems fucking them with a shapeshifted dick#which okay i guess but also what abt Literature#you could do smth creative with a shapeshifting character just saying. and include your magic cocks or whatever tf you're into#ah i am fuming in vain i will just write my lil fics and hope i don't get a new influx of kys messages lol
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Kaldur: Why do feel a sudden impulse to talk about a complex personal issue with a Teammate I barely know?
Also Kaldur: It could not possibly be related to my feeling that this issue is too small to take to our supervisor or counsellor, too personal to take to my mentor-who-is-also-my-king-and-therefore-politically-complicated, something my peers would either be inexperienced or uninterested in, and the person I used to speak to about this having fallen off the radar due to his own clone-based existential crisis. No, my sudden and desperate desire to talk about an experience I have been putting aside for months as soon as someone else just barely hinted that they might have experienced something similar must be entirely unrelated and irrational.
#young justice: deathly weapons#Ill-Lit Ships#writing update#3WD#Kaldur'ahm#Aqualad#puts off talking to anyone about something for months. is surprised to find himself desperate to talk about it at the first opportunity#he may be the most mature member of the Team#but he is also#seventeen years old#and so deeply stupid#fully pulling a 'No. It is the children who are wrong.' on himself over something completely understandable#unlike the ocean it is not that deep bro#In which a compulsive diplomat and a terminally clueless small-towner attempt to talk about ~ f e e l i n g s ~#anyway if you're wondering how Chapter 19 is going...#ha ha ha#one of the OCs is getting nicely salted but that's about it#STG I am going to write the entire rest of the story before I write the chapter that is due next
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i don't make resolutions, but if i did
it would be to finish this fic
(and to be kind to myself for however long it takes to actually do so)
#i'm finishing it if it kills me#i know i've been writing this makeout scene for 3 weeks but baby that can't last forever#if we want to get deep and dark and serious for a second i do think a lot of my struggles to write lately have to do with engagement#and how incredibly low engagement has been on the last few things i've written#which like. is what it is. i'm not entitled to anybody's time or comments or kudos.#but when you write stuff you're proud of and it feels like it's barely getting read it's hard to keep momentum.#this isn't intended as a woe is me or whatever it's just kind of like. there. hovering.#happens enough times you start to wonder if it's you. am i just writing for the wrong fandom/ship?#(too bad if so. they're in my bones i'm writing for them and no one can stop me.)#but yeah. if you ever wonder if authors do care or notice about hits. comments. kudos. buddy i am here to tell you#not only do we care and FLOURISH we also notice when those things drop off and readers vanish#and it is a giant bummer. and sometimes makes us wildly paranoid about why that might have happened.#so if you liked a fic today--not even one of mine. just. anybody's. share it. comment on it.#kudos at the VERY least (cuz frankly kudos is there to be an 'i got to the end and this was nice' feature.#so when you get 500 hits and only like 30 kudos? it feels like 470 of those people hated your work)#anyway. that got out of hand. lil' too raw lil' too honest. happens when you let yourself ramble at 11:30 instead of sleeping#to sum: let your local fic writer know if they've made you happy#and as we go into 2024 i am swearing to myself that this fic (and probably several others) are getting finished#come hell. high water. or dishearteningly low engagement numbers.#(and then maybe we...actually work on something original. cuz why not. new year same old me but i'll do my best.)
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🏠&✈️ for Carewyn (moodboard ask game)
🏠 HOUSE — my muse's family/hometown: Liverpool, England, UK
✈️ AIRPLANE — my muse's dream travel destination(s): Vienna, Austria
I loved these prompts so much, ma cherie, thank you!! xoxoxo
Character Aesthetic Ask!
#carey would like to go to vienna because it's the 'home of classical music!'#I think she'd love the old world charm combined with how easy it is to get around the city and see the sights#if she was able to go there with orion she would *definitely* take some time to go into at least one of the cathedrals#just to listen to the choir's soothing singing <3#also yes they would ride the city's giant ferris wheel of course they would :I#hey it's not like they can fly over vienna on broomstick so easily -- gotta enjoy the views somewhere#also fun <3#in case you're wondering yes I partially chose carewyn's hometown as a salute to the beatles#but also because one of my favorite songs by the artist suzanne vega is called 'in liverpool!'#and I'm sorry that song is such a mood for me always has been#'no sound down in this part of town // except for the boy in the bell fry // he's crazy#he's throwing himself down from the top of the tower // like a hunchback in heaven#he's ringing the bells in the church for the last half-an-hour#he sounds like he's missing something or someone that he knows he can't have now // and if he isn't I certainly am...'#aesthetic#moodboard#character aesthetic ask#carewyn cromwell
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Recently looked through some of the oldest art I made as a child and it was all SOO GOOD like it was just wow it was amazing. Art rules didn't exist I just was
#ugh thats what all those famous painters said but like they were so right so true.#but also looking back at my old art in general its all like so good#like all of it. and the art i make now. im not really talking about or concerned with the actual quality or skill of the pieces they are#just all so fucking good like every aspect of it. the emotionality of it and the thoughts i had behind them all like wow..#im not trying to be insanely narcissistic but its just like the inherent quality to all art and how i can see myself through it ...#its more intense with my own art than others through how I know my thought processes and feelings behind it but like woow all art is so goo#like all of it. literally most basic feeling of all time i know but its true.#like the sky is always there but there are only some moments when you're in full awe of it ok#but its like woow how could i in the past ever be unsatisfied with any of my art...how could i be unsatisfied with it now when its already#perfect and always has been.#ugh 1 million 'shitty' (all art is beautiful wonders of the world) drawings must be made.#the monstrous green with envy demon inside of me overtakes me 99% of the time u see but i am like at peace right now#words#mine
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Monkey King 2009 Episode 3
Them having Stone Monkey (apparently purely on instinct) constantly scratching while being introduced to the troop was pretty cool, since that's a legitimate deescalation behavior in monkeys. Something about how revealing stress acts as a bonding behavior and makes it less likely they'll be attacked. Humans do it too, kind of, when they rub at their hands or shoulders or neck (etc. etc.) when nervous or overwhelmed. ("Empathize with me! I am very stressed!").
Also something-something instinctive behaviors aside Stone Monkey being excited/overwhelmed/maybe a little overstimulated and choosing "ESCALATION!!!" as his response to all of that. He thinks the troop being scared of him is hilarious. He's scratching the fur off his arms but he's also going to get right up in your face anyway. Cautiously join him in admiring his cool new rock? He is going to play-lunge and also scream. Absolutely amazing. The troop has no idea what to do with these mixed signals. This kid is a menace and I love him.
Six Ears even gets in on the scratching behavior occasionally in the background, which might be because Stone Monkey actively terrorizing literally everyone trying to be playful (because he has the social skills of a literal, actual rock) is stressing Six Ears right out or it could be an attempt to deescalate on Stone Monkey's behalf. Monkey version of following in his new friend's wake throwing apologetic grimace-smiles at everyone. Possibly it's both. Point is: They included these behaviors and it's very fun.
You can also tell it worked because in just the journey to the cave you watch the four generals' views on Stone Monkey go from "uncanny valley horror entity lurking in the forest probably to kill us all" to "what a rude little kid >:| Emphasis on RUDE."
And, okay, I admit, I have softened my stance on the four generals. Somewhat. They seem to actually be taking their jobs seriously now. Maybe Episode 1 was a wake-up call and they won't utterly fail to notice an incursion until it's in the heart of their territory again. I don't want to go too crazy, but maybe they'll even be able to even muster a coherent response! Good for them.
Should probably still not be managing children, though.
Speaking of, Six Ears's increasing despair watching the train wreck in motion that was the four generals fumbling hard in giving Stone Monkey his very first etiquette lesson after he finally settled down and seemed willing to hear them out is also very relatable and hilarious. He knows they failed the test. Stone Monkey is definitely never going to listen to them again. They blew it. RIP Flower Fruit Mountain.
Stone Monkey does check in with Six Ears when he decides the generals are useless about explaining though, and that's pretty cute. He trusts his friend :) He also definitely internalizes that thing about having to ask to leave the presence of the king, so at least they managed to teach him some manners. ONE manners. A single manner. (Spoiler: They immediately regret this.)
But hey! This time Six Ears is left entirely to his own devices and still manages to get caught smack in the middle of enemy action. Not the Generals' fault for once! Six Ears just attracts this kind of thing, I guess.
3/3 Six Ears is Damsel-ed, but only 2/3 it's the adults' fault. The tally develops.
#also not gonna lie I first thought stone monkey might have hella fleas. he still might to be honest. someone check up on that.#mhw09 personal#squinting at old monkey king pretending to be asleep this episode#my guy you were definitely ACTUALLY out of it in episode 1 don't you be acting like you weren't#you passed out in the middle of an invasion and almost got your kid killed#the fact you managed to make it to your seat BEFORE you passed out so you could pretend you were just too cool for the LITERAL INVASION#doesn't mean a dang thing. you're not fooling me.#also. stop that. you are giving the troop SEVERELY mixed signals#I am easing up a liiiittle more on the generals since it seems the old monkey king is actively hiding and obfuscating the severity of his#condition from the very people who are presumably meant to help him shoulder the burden of leading the troop#no wonder they don't take him fretting about his age seriously: he's turning it into a joke himself#considering episode 1 and then here and also how much more energetic he seemed in episode 2#I'm headcanoning (if this isn't just straight up canon) that old monkey king has good days and bad days#but you can't tell which he's having because he uses his good days to turn all his bad day low energy behaviors#into games. it's all DELIBERATE guys. he's keeping you on your TOES. he isn't LITERALLY DYING-#hiding his weakness makes perfect sense on the *whole* in keeping his troop from panic and insecurity. maybe.#but it's not smart that he's even letting his generals believe it#they're still not off the hook for throwing a kid out to face the horror movie monster they were convinced was living in the woods though!#and it's no excuse for being THAT negligent in their duties and then their straight-up professional incompetence in episode 1#they let themselves get rusty and put everyone in danger and that's on them#but not being as much of a help to their king as they should be maybe isn't so much their fault#if they're being lied to about how much the old monkey king can actually handle. BY the old monkey king.#I GUESS#dang this troop is a total mess. I love it.
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Doodle of Them!!!
#snirtsnirkarts#babysitting michael#micheal beloved#micheal fanart#dsmp micheal fanart#michael beloved#I love this kids#my babies#they have my whole heart#FUCK I FORGOT TO SIGN IT#that’s fine#I don’t think anyone would steal this for any particular reason#also if you're wondering#from left to right#it’s marbles me harley winnie and Micheal#the kids are just grown up but I am not bc I control time and also I don’t know how I’ll look in a couple of years so#yes Michael had an emo phase at 11#look at his parents can you blame him#also reference to old art I have of him bc I made him grow into an emo phase like#oh shit like a year or two ago#where has all the time gone smh#anywho enjoy
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