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#gwitch#witch from mercury#gundum#I need yall to know there were like#at least 5 different screenshots i took#trying to decide which to use#you Can pinpoint the second when her heart breaks#its just that it happens multiple times in succession so its hard to choose#Side Note: her big speech and confession of love for miorine getting interrupted by Aerial just shutting down#was THE funniest scene in any media ever#in a gut wrenchingly sad kind of way
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hello lovely🫶🏼 if ur requests are open and whenever you have time could you write something absolutely gut wrenchingly heartbreaking that ends with some fluff w Q and somehow add in the brothers being involved too? Like they are on your side or whatever! Just in an angst mood😮💨
This sucksssssss, I had this whole thing planned out and then forgot about it butttttttt ngl i kind of love it, it's just not as heart breaking as I wanted it. also i was gonna make quinn and jacl fight over her bc we love that but we also love soft boy jack whos just worried.
AND IDK HOW TO WRITE FLUFF? I MEAN I DO BUT I FOCUSED MORE ON THE HEARTBREAKING PART?? IS THIS EVEN SAD? IDK BUT I LISTENED TO TAYLOR WHILE WRITING IT
tw?// attempt to d&d??
also trevor zegras scares me
Tears threatened to spill from your eyes as you watched Quinn on the other side of the fire, slow dancing with another girl.
You knew coming to this bonfire would be a bad idea, your friends were his friends first. Of course he'd be here.
Jack, in the chair right beside you leans over. "Don't even pay attention to him, Ash. He's a dick for bringing another girl, he knew you were coming." Your heart crumbles, he knew you were coming and still brought another girl.
"It's barely been two months, how could he have moved on that fast?" Luke, from the other side of you chuckles, causing both you and Jack to look over at him. "You think he's moved on? She's definitely a rebound, Ash. I mean, look at her."
You bring the drink in your hand up to your lips, taking another sip as you look back at Quinn. You've been watching him all night, hoping he'd come up to you. "Why is it so easy for him?" You mumble to yourself. Since your breakup, you've been a wreck. Life without Quinn wasn’t something you were used to, something you hated.
"I think I should go." Your legs feel like jello when you stand up and it takes you a moment to balance yourself.
Jack stands up beside you, grabbing your arm. "You can't drive Ash, you’re drunk." He tries to grab your keys from your hand but you pull away.
"I'm fine, Jack. I can't be here."
You start to walk to your car that's parked amongst all the other vehicles that have piled in over the last couple of hours. Your head is spinning and your thoughts are all over the place. Luke and Jack are calling your name from behind you, and a lot of heads are turning your way, but there's one thing only that's on your mind. Get away from Quinn, as far as possible.
When you reach your car and get the door open, Jack slams it shut. "I'm not letting you drive, Ash. You're drunk, and I can't drive you because I'm drunk. Just give it a few hours, will you?"
The tears that we're threatening to spill from your eyes finally fall.
"Listen, I know he's being a piece of shit right now, but it's not worth risking your life over."
"I already risked my life for him, Jack! I moved countries for him, and I quit my job, I left my friends. I left everything I knew and loved! And for what? For him to break my heart?"
Your back slides against the side of your car as you let your body fall to the ground. Sober you would be completely embarrassed with how you're acting, but with all the alcohol in your system you don't really care. Your face is buried into your hands as you cry your heart out, until you hear a voice. His voice.
"Ash? What's going on"
Quinn walks towards you with worry filled eyes, and he kneels down until the two of you are face to face. "Baby, what's wrong?" And with the use of the pet name that you had been so used to hearing, your heart aches.
"I want to go home." You cry out.
Quinn doesn’t hesitate, standing up and pulling you with him. He starts leading you to the passenger side of the car.
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The car ride is quiet. The road ahead of you is long and dark, and you can't remember the last time you've seen another car.
Quinn starts messing with the radio, but club mixes and jazz aren't his vibe for tonight, so he settles with nothing.
"We weren’t supposed to end up like this." You mumble, mostly to yourself but it's loud enough for him to hear.
Quinn laughs, running his hand through his hair. "I didn’t have much of a choice, Ash."
You look at him, trying to decipher whether or not he's kidding. It's clear he isn’t.
"I'm not drunk enough for you to gaslight me into thinking I'm the reason we broke up."
"You’re kidding me, right? Ash, you're the one who left!"
Now it's your turn to laugh. "I didn’t just leave, Quinn. You pushed me away."
The car comes to a stop, the smell of burnt rubber fills your nose.
"I pushed you away? You left! I watched you leave! You took your fucking house key off the chain and dropped it on the table, and then you left!"
You feel like a small child with how Quinn is yelling in your face. You can't remember a time where he's ever been so angry with you.
In one swift move, you open the car door and get out. "I'm walking home!"
Quinn rolls the window down and begins shouting for you, but you’re already quite a distance away. He follows right beside you, begging for you to get back into the car.
"Baby, please get in the car."
You slow down, whipping your head to face him "Don’t you dare! Don't call me that."
At this point, Quinn puts the car in park and walks over to grab you.
You pull your arm out of his grasp and try to walk away, but he doesn’t let you.
"Stop being so stubborn, Ash! Just get in the damn car!."
With your back towards him, you let your shoulders drop. You can't fight back with out the fear of crying again, and you’re so tired of crying over him.
"Why didn’t you tell me that you love me?"
You finally ask the million dollar question and it takes both of you by surprise.
Quinn sighs, and even though you aren’t looking at him, you know that he's running his hand through his hair. His signature move that you know all too well.
"You didn’t give me time to think." He says, and you scoff. " You shouldn’t have needed time, Quinn. When you know, you know."
You can hear his footsteps approaching you until he's pressed up against your back.
"No, I didn’t need to know if I loved you or not. Fuck.
I just, I couldn’t just say 'I love you' back. You deserved more than that, and I just, God. I'm speechless here, Ash. Of course I loved you, I still love you. You think you're worth only three words? I think you’re worth everything and more. You wanted me to tell you that I love you yet you didn’t even give me a chance!"
Once again, you’re crying. Quinn takes this as his chance to come around you and pull you into a hug.
"I love you, okay? And I don't want to fight anymore so will you please get in the car?"
You look up at Quinn, nodding your head, ready to forget about tonight.
Quinn gently raises his hand up to your face, wiping away your stray tears.
"I love you Quinn, so much. I'm sorry."
"It's okay, baby. Lets get you home."
Quinn walks you back to your car, haphazardly parked on the side of the road. Once the two of you are in the car, Quinn in the driver seat, you in the passenger, he reaches his right hand across the center console and grabs your hand that's resting on your thigh.
You look over at him. His left hand is on the steering wheel and his eyes are focused on the road.
"Will you stay over? I don't think I can go another night without you."
Quinns eyes dart to you before settling back on the road, he brings your hand up to his lips and leaves a kiss.
"I'm all yours, baby."
IM SORRY I DIDNT KNOW HOW TO END THIS.
#hockey blurb#quinn hughes#hockey boys#hughes brothers#nhl#jack hughes#luke hughes#nhl fic#quinn hughes blurb#quinn hughes imagine
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Do you have any gothic novels that you can recommend off the top of your head? Especially to people who want to try their hand at the genre? I've hit a wall in my project and I need to get some fresh inspiration, but I don't know where to start and the book side of tumblr failed me the last time I tried asking them for recs
Hell yeah! I made some old posts for this a while back, but it's good to look at it again with my more recent taste! Let's see...
Classic Gothics
Dracula: The one, the only. Often imitated, never equalled.
Frankenstein: Short, sad and world changing! Can get a little slow at parts, but definitely worth it. (True story, my parents read this to me as a fetus to calm my kicking, so it's part of my personal mythology!)
The Case of Charles Dexter Ward: The most gothic of Lovecraft's work, and possibly my favorite. Novella length, usually found in collections.
The Picture of Dorian Gray: Sinister, sexy, philosophical, with a main character I want to punch in the face!
Carmilla: Another novella, about as lush and swooning as vampire stories get.
The Hound of the Baskervilles: A very readable gothic mystery.
Confessions of a Justified Sinner: This one isn't as action packed, but if you have big religious issues like me, it's incredibly haunting.
The Monk: Like the above, but sleazier and crazier!
Northanger Abbey: A gentle parody of early gothics, starring an adorable proto-goth girl.
The Italian: I'll be honest, I find Anne Radcliffe kind of a slog, but if you liked Northanger Abbey and want to read what Catherine Morland reads, this is probably the most accessible.
A Long Fatal Love Chase: This starts as campy and then takes a plunge into gut-wrenchingly intense. The book Jo March was always trying to write!
The Strange Case of Doctor Jekyll and Mr. Hyde: Another novella, and Stevenson is one of the best writers out there for excitement!
The Werewolf of Paris: Gothic monster as serial killer, still scary today.
Rebecca: The foundation of all gothic romance to come afterwards. A ghost story without a ghost, with an ending that's still debated as happy or sad!
Jane Eyre: The other foundation of all gothic romance to come afterwards. I bounced off the child abuse-heavy beginning a few times, but I'm very glad I finally read to the good stuff!
The Castle of Otranto: Considered the first gothic novel, a goofy b-movie in written form.
Modern-ish Gothics (post-1950 or so)
The Dark Descent of Elizabeth Frankenstein: Fuck the haters, I love this book.
Mexican Gothic: Genuinely scary, genuinely romantic, genuinely creative. A favorite.
Blackwater: A southern gothic saga of a family in a flooded town, whose scion marries a woman who isn't quite human. A whirlwind ride!
A Bloodsmoor Romance: Another family saga, this one northern gothic, with sisters whose lives all go off the rails in different supernatural ways. Give this a try before writing Joyce Carol Oates off entirely!
The Silver Devil: A nasty, problematic bodice ripper where you'll cheer for the heroine to bring the hero down low!
Interview with the Vampire: To be honest again, I'm not super into Anne Rice, but this is a page-turner, and every vampire book that has come after it has had to respond to it in one way or another. Read the next two Vampire Chronicles books if you like it!
A Taste of Blood Wine: My own preferred sexy vampire romance!
The Bloody Chamber: The ultimate dark sexy fairy tale work, accept no substitutes.
Haunted Castles: Contains the brilliant novella Sardonicus, as well as some other campy gothic stories!
A Great and Terrible Beauty: Many millennials were introduced to the gothic genre via this, Fear Street Sagas, or A Series of Unfortunate Events. This is my favorite of the three, though the sequels are a bit of a letdown.
Gormenghast: This series is a throwback to the pseudo-medieval, Otranto-style gothic, but much better. Don't read Titus Alone.
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Power-Struggle Power-Couple
Ladybug's final mission should have gone smoothly. Quick and painless, as a professional of her scale always works. After all, there should be nothing special about the crown prince she has to kidnap.
Now, if only he would quit hitting on his hitman.
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Ladrien prince/assassin AU
many thanks to @ladyofthenoodle and @chocoluckchipz for beta reading! <3
Power-Struggle Power-Couple (1,826 words, Teen, 1/1 chapter)
“Oh, this could get embarrassing quickly.”
Ladybug pinches her nose and mentally recites the thirty-five most effective ways to incapacitate her enemy. Anything to ignore Adrien Agreste’s disturbingly handsome face that hovers just a lunge’s distance away.
“I mean, I can understand why you don’t really want to talk. Kidnapping someone can be a tiresome duty, I get it. Lots of concentration, scheming, lots of moving parts. I’m okay with the silence,” he says. The cadence of his voice lets her know that—despite both his previous statement, as well as her desperate pleas—shutting up in the foreseeable future doesn’t rank high among his priorities. “But did you know that there is only one bed? That can get embarrassing quickly.”
“I’m aware,” she says, in the flattest voice possible.
Adrien blinks at her, then a jolly smile spreads on his face and he falls back on the bed—which is really a bale of hay at the otherwise empty loft of an abandoned stable. “That’s good. I’d hate to be the one to make this embarrassing.”
“I’m aware that there’s only one bed,” Ladybug clarifies pointedly, because, apparently, they are having a conversation about this now. “There’s no need for more, though. You can sleep if you want, but I certainly won’t be.”
Craning his neck, he eyes her from under his golden fringe. His hands, bound by the wrists, go over his head and rest at the back of his neck, as if he was on some luxury getaway and not in the process of being held hostage.
“A fan of sleep-deprivation?”
“We aren’t staying for long,” she says, coming to sit at the bale’s edge. She twirls a small knife between her fingertips, for good measure. She’s an assassin, goddamnit, with knives, and a final mission, and—overwhelming desire to leave this all behind and open a flower shop in the countryside aside—she’s dangerous. If only he would quit acting like he didn’t get that memo. “In a few hours, your family will fulfill my commissioner’s demands, and then, we can both go our separate ways.”
“I wouldn’t hold my breath for that.”
She peers at him from the corner of her eyes, but he looks equally as unfazed as before. “What do you mean?”
“Just that my father is not the kind of person who you can blackmail. He doesn’t let people get him into that position.” Adrien shrugs.
“Well, he is now. We have his son.”
“He isn’t a family-man, either.”
The flat retort does make Ladybug quiet for the duration of one, two, three blinks. She is nothing if not thorough , though. “You’re the crown prince.”
“That I am. If my estimates are punctual, for about an hour or two more.” When she continues to stare at him—now with a confused frown added to the repertoire of her facial expressions to shake things up a bit—he sneers at her. “I also have a twin brother. What do you think, how long will it take for the rumour that dilettante assassins mistakenly kidnapped the second in line to reach your commissioners?”
She twists in his direction with her whole torso, eyes blown wide. “He wouldn’t!”
Adrien holds her gaze for a short second, something gut-wrenchingly sad fluttering in the depths of forest green, before he shuts his eyes. “Well, you know what they say about that. Wait and see.”
But Ladybug doesn’t solve problems by trusting the whims of fate. Even if, realistically speaking, she knows this isn’t her problem. She’s just a hitman who gets paid either way. There’s no reason for her to care. But for some reason she still reaches out, hand hovering over him until she finally settles for poking him in the side.
“He wouldn’t,” she repeats, with conviction this time. “He wouldn’t, because that would mean that my commissioners would have to make an example.”
She isn’t superstitious, but words have weight. She won’t say it.
Adrien is seemingly unaware, or uncaring, of such damning possibilities.
“You would have to kill me. I know.” His tone is light as a feather, but if she listens carefully to the silence, her practiced ears can pick up the swallow.
“He will not,” she spits.
She scoots up on the bale and peers out on the window by his head, but there’s only the lonely midnight of the orchard stretching below them. There’s not a soul—not even a messenger pigeon—in sight.
The bale moves under her and Ladybug’s grip tightens on her weapon, but it’s only Adrien rolling to his side and tucking his hands against his chest. When he looks up at her, he has a smile about him that jiggles. “It’s fine, if you have to kill me. I won’t hold a grudge.”
“Of course you won’t! You’ll be dead, you jester!”
She swats him on the shoulder, which proves to be an intimidation tactic of below-average success. He bursts out in a guffaw.
“Hey, stop that! Death is no laughing matter!”
Ladybug tries to make his laughter stop by plastering her palms over his mouth. That proceeds to go reasonably well up until the second moment of the endeavour, upon which Adrien promptly licks her palm. She sounds rather unassassin-like as she snatches her hands away, falling square on his chest with the momentum.
It isn’t her fault, though. That was a dirty trick.
“It’s my death, not yours. I get to make as much fun of it as I please,” Adrien says. His voice comes out a little breathy, and she can’t decide whether the culprit lies in his wheezing laughter, or on top of him.
At any rate, Ladybug pushes herself up into the most dignified sitting position she is able to conjure. If that’s straddling his hips while she stares down at him… Oh well.
“I would appreciate it if you wouldn’t diminish the significance of this issue. We’re talking about my profession, after all.”
“Have you ever considered changing career paths?”
“Every day. In fact, if you really want to know, this is my last mission,” she says.
She strokes away the golden locks falling in his eyes and tucks them behind his ear. His breath comes out in an uncertain huff. Her lips curl up at the edges.
“And what will you do after you’re done here?” he asks.
“I’m heading to the sea. Buying a cottage. Selling cut-flowers. Stuff like that.”
He smiles up at her, eyes glinting in the low light of the sole candle. “Sounds like you know your area of expertise. But—and forgive my manners for asking such things—aren't you too young to retire?”
Ladybug draws an eyebrow. “Don’t you talk too much for someone who’s currently being abducted?”
His whole body trembles under her as he chuckles. And even though it’s a lovely sound, she’s still thinking of a way or two to silence him. None of them involve any of her usual arsenal.
“You’re the expert, you tell me,” he says.
However, what he says appears to be the last thing he’s paying attention to. His bound hands wander to her hip, thumb swiping over the exposed flesh where her crimson tunic has ridden up her side in the mighty quest of wrestling him. His eyes flash at her, experimental. Ladybug doesn’t hesitate as she grabs his wrists and pins them over his head.
Her hair cascades down around them, leaving them in darkness.
Her vision has never been clearer.
“Yes, you definitely talk too much,” she says, lacing their fingers as she kisses him.
[read the whole fic on AO3]
#miraculous ladybug#ladrien#fanfiction#adrien agreste#marinette dupain cheng#ladybug#miraculous#mlb#fluff and humor#prince/assassin au go brrrrr#miaraculous writing#ml leak free#miraculeakless
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I love designated person in the way that i love sour candy. I know it hurts to eat it at some point but i love the way it feels up until that point. It’s the same way i love the story but i’m anticipating a gut wrenchingly painful and sad spanner in the works to be thrown in, you know?
Anyway, i can’t wait to see how sarah’s birthday goes. Looking forward to the next chapter:)
@sanfransolomitatm
This brings me so much joy, thank you for sharing your thoughts with me 🥺💘 I definitely know what you mean. I really wanted to bring that kind of “I know it will probably hurt me but maybe this time it will be different” kind of energy to the story. The uncertainty of knowing whether or not to trust someone who has hurt you before is excruciating.
I have like… two chapters and an epilogue of a different series I really want to finish before picking back up with Frankie and Mariposa. But holy shit I miss them so much. I’m gonna put some vague spoilers for future chapters below the cut here don’t feel obligated to read if you don’t want to ~
I’m planning a story arc I haven’t really tried before in a series. Which is to say that we will be hitting rock bottom soon, but it gets better from there.
Like i said above, there’s the “maybe this time it will be different” aspect of this story. And really, things will only be different in these types of relationships when the people/person perpetuating harmful behavior actually changes and the harmed party forgives them.
So. Our boy, who is full-on dry drunk status at this point in the story, is going to have to make big changes in order to absolve himself from the harm he’s caused mariposa. Not only that, but she will have to forgive him, too. It’s a tall order but i think we can do it.
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i like ur blog u seem neat :) tell us about a dream you had recently
aw ty i love ur blog <3
i was waiting to respond to this until i had a good dream to share and i had a wild one last night. by now some of it is fuzzy, but i'll do my best to remember it all:
it was dark out and i was riding a bike or some kind of weird vehicle through the trails i saw in the poconos, but all of the trails led back to my old preschool. as i was riding, i looked down and saw a puppy clinging to the bottom. when i reached the preschool, which was also my house for some reason, i picked up the puppy and told someone i found a little poodle. but the puppy quickly grew up by the time i brought him inside, and whoever was in the house/preschool was like "no that's not a poodle, that's a pitbull," in a way that was like discriminating against pitbulls. and i looked at the puppy and saw that it was a pitbull. but i love pitbulls so i just hugged the dog close to me and knew it was going to protect me. and then someone tried to break into the house and the dog did protect me and chased away the intruders. and then after that whole ordeal, i went back onto the trails/roads and had to go to my best friend's birthday party and it was in the mountains and he was having a pool party in watkins glen state park, like IN the waterfalls. and i was like "jason my dog saved my life you have to come meet him."
and that's all i remember lol but it felt very important and i should probably psychoanalyze it a bit, but i also feel kinda sad and empty because i miss my dream puppy. the gut-wrenchingly intense soul ties we form in dreams are so beautiful and so devastating !
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Oh my! I just read that same fic late last night and it’s been on my mind ever since. It’s been a minute since I’ve read something like it (probably since forgive me for these nov days). It’s gut wrenchingly sad, but like so beautifully written. Like I wanna read it again bc it’s so good but so tragic I don’t wanna read through it/feel that way again. It’s like a “hurts so good” kind of angst but not with the happiest of endings. I’ll just be sitting at my silly desk thinking of this all day 🥲
omg our minds. i referenced november days in my comment to the author because i absolutely think there is a parallel to be drawn here between the authors' portrayal of chloe. i loooove when people write chloe like this - nuanced and full of love. the backdrop of angst just made it so much more...
i woke up this morning at 5 am for some reason and decided it would be a good idea to re-read it...it was not. because i was ugly sobbing by 5:30 and then just laying there unable to breathe because of my own snot by 6:30. sdkfksf now i'm a zombie at work LOL
god. GOD.
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1) I absolutely live the way you write. I am in love with it. Like I scream like a fan girl when I see new work from you.
2) It's a request. I want to read so.etching extremely gut-wrenchingly sad. Please. Please. Please. Something either with Nanami or Gojo.
hiii anonn!!✨ omg i actually wanted to reply this ask for a while now but can’t bcs i can’t think of anything gut-wrenchingly angsty😭😭 but thank you thank you thank you!!!🤧🫶🏻 you’re so kind you don’t know how giddy your words made me feel!!
and now, i know just the thing for your request! i need help with the angsty part and with my 1k event ongoing, you can choose from the prompts and send me a request with them!!🥹 maybe you’ll be inspired by those and add your own idea too!!
#hope this helps!#you’re too kind omg🤧#your 1st point made me so happy u have 0 idea#—chu’s mailbox 📬
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Walk Me Home
Chapter 3 of In Breakable Heaven! I don’t love this chapter, but it felt necessary. idk. Everything picks up in the next one!
Summary: It’s pretty much all in the title!
Warnings: confronting a cheating ex
Word Count: ~2200
“You really didn’t need to walk me home. I didn’t mean to make you leave earlier than you wanted.” You said as you walked next to Spencer.
“Trust me. I’m normally home by now anyway.” He replied easily. You shifted closer as you thought about the buildings surrounding your apartment complex.
“Where do you live?” You blurted out, unable to think of anything else to say.
“Oh, I live in Langham Apartments.” He replied. You thought about the name, recognizing it as you had toured there when you first moved to DC.
“Isn’t that North of Penelope’s though?” You said, double checking you were walking south toward your own apartment.
He sighed. “Yes… I know what you’re thinking. Your place is definitely not on the way to mine, but I didn’t want you to walk by yourself and I didn’t think you would let me walk with you unless you thought it was convenient for me. More than 70% of violent crimes happen at night, and midnight to 1:00 AM is the busiest hour for many of those crimes.” You stopped walking, turning him to look at you by grabbing his hands. “Thank you.” You said it with as much sincerity as possible, wanting him to know how much you really appreciate the action.
You dropped one hand so he could turn back around, but held the other as you walked down the street in a comfortable silence. You were still drunk enough to not think anything of the innocent act. A cat ran out in front of you, scaring you in your still tipsy state. You jumped into Spencer, with your hands grabbing his arm, and you pulled yourself closer to him. He laughed as he saw the source of your sudden fear. Shuffling past the feline, you didn’t make any effort to distance yourself from him. If anything, you leaned on him more as you grew tired throughout the walk.
You didn’t want to say goodbye as you arrived home. Spencer, being the incredibly intelligent and observant person he is, felt you tense beside him as you turned the corner and your building came into view. “Are you okay?” He asked as your grip on his arm tightened.
“Yeah, I just… it was a lot easier to think I would be able to get rid of all his stuff before actually having to look at it.” You replied.
You saw something flash across Spencer’s face before he stuttered “I, uh, I guess, I could, um, go up with you, uh, if you think it’ll help.” You turned to him, a small grin slowly spreading across your face.
“That would be amazing. I just don’t think I can be alone right now.” You were entering the elevator, pressing the button for the fourth floor before returning to cling to his arm.
Nothing could have prepared you for the sight in front of you as the elevator doors opened. You held tighter to Spencer’s arm as you realized it was Drew standing in front of your apartment door. He looked almost sad, but quickly shifted to anger as he glanced down at your hands around Spencer’s arm. “Drew, I don’t want you here. I want to move on from my life and pretend like you were never in it.” You could feel the tears pooling in your eyes, threatening to escape as you confronted Drew.
“I came to apologize, but obviously you already found someone to move on with. You were probably already sleeping with him.” Drew’s words felt like a whip hitting you in the face.
“How. Dare. You.” You spit back at him, the tears giving away to pure hatred. “You are not even the least bit sorry. God. You don’t get to yell at me for having a friend- that’s right A FRIEND, help me through the complete bullshit you’ve put me through. You are the one who cheated on me. On our fucking anniversary. You don’t get to spin this around and act like I’m a bad person for trying to forget you. Get the hell out of my apartment building or so help me god I will…” You trailed off, not knowing what you could possibly say that would intimidate him.
“You’ll what? You can’t do anything to me Y/N.” Drew’s eyes were cold and careless as he laughed at your rage.
“She actually can. She can file a restraining order.” Spencer started. “You see, I work for the FBI in a unit that specializes in catching the world’s worst criminals. We’ve handled our fair share of stalking cases. I will not hesitate to see you prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law if you so much as think about contacting her again.” Spencer’s eyes were hard. He was staring down at Drew as if he were invincible. You clung to him as Drew muttered “Yeah, whatever. Like I’d waste my time on her anyway” before leaving.
You forced a smile on your face as you walked into your apartment and looked at Spencer. You wanted to be happy that he’s gone, completely out of your life, but you just felt empty. You have experienced way too many emotions for one night and you know exactly what you need right now. Rushing over to your speaker, you turn it on and pull up your Taylor Swift playlist for when you are feeling everything all at once. What can you say, the woman really knows how to write emotions. As you hear the soft music of this is me trying begin to play, you sink into the couch and start crying.
Spencer shuffles over from where you left him by the door. As he sits next to you, unsure of what to do next. He’s not really sure why you put on this song. It sounds like it will only play into your upset state. You know you just need to flush yourself of the emotions before ridding your life of him entirely. Instead of asking about the music, he surprises both of you by pulling you into his lap and rubbing circles on your back. The small gesture is so kind that you start crying even harder, remembering how nice you thought Drew was. You aren’t sure how long you cry for before you eventually fall asleep.
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Reid’s POV
Spencer wasn’t sure why he was so set on walking you home, but upon seeing your reaction to Drew standing outside your door, he’s very glad he did. He’s never really been an intimidating person, but there was some instinctual feeling in him to protect you. Not that he thinks you need protection. He just knows you are in an emotionally fragile state and the man who put you there just accused you of the exact thing he had done hours before. It was pretty messed up. Maybe that is why he threw all his rules out the window for you.
He really doesn’t understand the choice of music. Although, it does cover a range of emotions. The only thing he is completely sure about is that he never wants to see you this sad ever again. Maybe that is why he pulls you into his lap. You clearly need comfort right now, and it would be worse if he just awkwardly left. His barrier to touch has never been broken down so easily. It takes a lot of getting to know someone before Spencer would ever even consider shaking their hand.
The songs shift from gut-wrenchingly sad to sweetly reminiscent to seductive before he’s sure you’ve fallen asleep. Every time he tries to stop rubbing your back, the softest whimper leaves your lips. At least, that’s what he tells himself as he drifts off, dreaming about meeting you under happier circumstances.
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Y/N POV
In typical fashion after a night of drinking, you wake up around 6:30 wide awake. As your eyes adjust to the dim light, you notice you are still on the couch, but now laying down, with Spencer’s arms still wrapped around you. He looks so adorable sleeping. You slowly untangle yourself from him, so as not to wake him up, before walking into the kitchen for some water. It’s always good to hydrate, even if you don’t ever feel the hangover.
You began thinking about what you could do to thank Spencer for everything he did last night. Not to mention you forced him to sleep on the couch. You settled on breakfast, but you knew if you started cooking you would wake him up. After finally deciding on a plan, you quickly get dressed. You grabbed your keys and left a post it on the door saying you would be right back, just in case he woke up before you returned.
You quickly ran across the street to your favorite diner. Not knowing what Spencer would like, you order pancakes, French toast, an omelet, two different breakfast skillets, a sandwich, and sides of bacon, sausage, and toast. While you’re waiting for the order, you walk farther down the street to the small coffee shop you frequent. Again, you could only guess how Spencer liked his coffee so you ordered your usual mocha with extra sugar, a cold brew, and a hot black coffee. After collecting your drinks, you make your way back to the diner to pick up the food.
It is a struggle to re-enter your apartment with all the food you just bought in your hands. When you finally push the door open, you see a confused Spencer sitting up on the couch glancing in your direction. He glances at the bags in your hands and his confusion only grows. With his help, you finally manage to set everything down on the counter. “Coffee?” You ask, gesturing to the cups.
“Which one is for me?” he chuckles. “Oh! Right, I got a few different kinds since I didn’t know what you’d like. You can just take your pick and I’ll grab one after.” You begin to unpack the food choices as he tries the first coffee. Almost instantly he gags.
“That one must be mine.” You say sheepishly as you take the cup from him. “That’s the usual response when people try my drink of choice.” He looks at you funny as he settles on a cup.
“Really? I thought that was a normal order. I just like my coffee different than pretty much everyone.”
You look at him as you take a sip of the drink, instantly spitting it into the sink that was behind you. “ew ew ew, that is black coffee. That is disgusting. Oh my god how can anyone drink that.” You chug some water to rinse the taste from your mouth. “Which coffee did you pick?” you ask as you grab the creamer and sugar to fix the monstrosity in front of you.
“The sweetest one…” Spencer looks almost shy as he admits how sweet he likes his coffee.
“Ahh, the mocha with extra sugar. That’s my go to.” You say as you dump the sixth spoonful of sugar into your dup. He stares at you in amazement as you finish stirring the now creamy looking beverage. “Much better” you exclaim after taking a sip.
“I have never met anyone who likes their coffee as sweet as I do.” Spencer has a dopey grin on his face as he looks at your cup. “It’s refreshing not to be judged for something so minute.”
“I know exactly what you mean! It’s so weird how people can think they are superior for some reason just because their taste buds don’t automatically reject the disgusting bitterness of unsweetened coffee. I mean, I’m still a perfectly capable adult even though I like sugary things. You don’t have to fit into some mold…” Your rant fades from your mind as you meet Spencer’s gaze. “Sorry, I tend to ramble.” You look sheepishly at the floor, immediately jumping into describing the foods you bought. “Now, as for breakfast. I wanted to say thank you for last night, but I wanted to make sure I got something you liked.”
You scan the array of food you’ve placed in front of you. “You can even feel free to have some of each if you want!” You say as Spencer just stares at you with a look on his face that you can’t quite place.
“You are incredible,” he says as he takes a seat and gets some food. You don’t really know how to respond to that, so you just grab some food for yourself as you sit down across from him.
Talking with Spencer during breakfast is so easy. It’s almost as if you didn’t have a major break-up less than 24 hours ago. All too soon, breakfast had come to an end and there are no more dishes to do or leftovers to clean up to stall anymore. Spencer grabs his bag and says “I should probably get going, I have a few errands to run.”
You let out a small sigh before responding “oh, yeah, of course. I wouldn’t want to keep you. Thank you again for everything yesterday. It was really nice of you.” Spencer shrugs before responding, “I just wanted to help,” turning and walking out of your apartment.
After locking the door behind him, you sink to the floor fully letting your strange mix of emotions take over. You just might need to listen to that playlist again, only now you’re feeling a range of emotions instead of just a range of sadness.
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I hit 7k recently after losing almost 1.5k followers when I converted to a Reylo blog (not sorry in the slightest) and decided it was time to finally compile some of the INCREDIBLE fanfics that I’ve read since joining the fandom in December.
I’m constantly impressed by the talent around here and I'm so grateful to love a ship that has some of the most amazing content I’ve ever seen. The creators in this fandom are second to none. I’m so thankful for all they do and all that they give to us.
Please keep never stop sharing your gifts. <3
**Note: Most (pretty much all) of these are rated E.
Without further ado, here are (some of) my favorite stories:
The Jedi Path by SouthsideStory | 19k | E | I am such a sucker for Jedi Academy Ben and Rey. It’s everything I never knew I needed, and this fic is a beautiful rendition. If you know me at all, you know that I devour Angst with a Happy Ending stories, and this is no exception to that rule.
Exile by Ernzo | 22k | E | Oof. This one hurts. Leia sends Rey to the planet where Ben is exiled. It’s angsty and sad and cathartic in every way. I’ve read it dozens of times.
Before the Saber Swings by @waterlilyrose | 28k | M | Fuck. When I tell y’all that this story fucked me up, I mean it from the bottom of my s o u l. It stayed with me for days. I literally couldn’t get it out of my head. It felt so real to me that I was in physical pain while reading it. I also made an AU gifset of the fic with a quote from Buffy because I’m extra and love pain.
penitence by @bettsfic | 16k | M | Look, Betts is one of my favorite fanfiction authors of all time. Her Bellarke works are some that I’ve read dozens of times and I was fucking ecstatic when I found out she also writes Reylo. This is an A+ TROS fix-it that is lovely and soft and sweet.
The Writings of Ben Solo by BurnedStars777 | 39k | E | This was recced to me by the fabulous @galacticidiots and is just a fantastic story all around. Rey finds Ben’s journal whilst stuck on a planet with Kylo Ren and she (eventually) connects the dots. Rey falling in love with Ben sight unseen? Here. For. it.
find a thread to pull, and we can watch it unravel by again_please | 17k | E | A fantastic post-TLJ story with angsty and broody Ben and just some all around quality smut. I devoured this and have read it multiple time since.
We Could Plant a House, We Could Build a Tree by @likeadove | 124k | E | I will probably never stop reading this fic. It’s such a beautiful coming of age story for Rey and her relationship with Ben as she grows up is just... gah. It’s fantastic. Please read it.
Soul Searching by OptimisticBeth | 205k | E | Soulmates AU where Ben is Rey’s teacher? Sign me the fuuuuck up, and Soul Searching is so fucking well written. I go back to this one every few weeks and just gush at how great the world building is. I love the relationship Rey has with Leia and Han. It’s rich with love and angst and fluffffff. So good.
Coveted by OptimisticBeth | 82k | E | WIP | OptimisticBeth is just an incredible writer, so you should honestly read all of her stuff, but I am so, so, so into this fic. It’s A/B/O and Ben’s Rey’s pack leader. He, along with a bunch of other Alphas are trying to court Rey, a highly desired Omega. It’s so fucking delicious, y’all. Alpha Ben Solo is just...it doesn’t get much better.
A Treehouse Covered in Salt by violethoure666 | 34k | E | This fic made me cry my eyes out. I’m not kidding. It’s so raw and real. It hurts to read at some points, but you care so much about Ben and Rey in this that you fight through the pain. They grow up together as neighbors and Han builds them a treehouse where they meet throughout their childhoods/teen years. Prepare to cry but also be so fulfilled and satisfied. It’s wonderful.
love it when you call me lover by @kylotrashforever | 66k | E | WIP | First, let me say that anything by KTF is going to be gold. These fics I have listed are just a few of my favorites at the moment. Lover is hot as fuck (as is all of her stuff) but also fluffy in the best way. It’s in Sadsville right now so I’m fucking PUMPED for her to update. Ben’s a doctor who basically gives Rey a sexual awakening when he proves her statement of “I just don’t think I can come from (insert sexual act here)” very, very wrong.
mountain at my gates by @kylotrashforever | 26k | E | More A/B/O goodness. Omega Rey’s car breaks down on a mountain. Ben is a mountain man Alpha. You can probably guess what happens from there. *fans self*
take me to church by @kylotrashforever | 26k | E | I love this story so much. Ben is the pastor’s son at the church Rey grows up in. They start hooking up in secret and are terrrrrrible at communicating with each other which leads to angst. But it’s so sweet and soft while also being super hot. I love this Ben and Rey so much.
Your Pretty Little Heart by @ever-so-reylo | 64k | E | The A/B/O Reylo bible, I feel like. They’re doctors and he’s a grumpy as fuck Alpha. Shenanigans ensue. And by shenanigans I mean a lot, a lot, a LOT of sex.
The Food of Love by @lovesbitca8 | 60k | E | Y’all. If you haven’t read this yet, please stop what you’re doing and read it RIGHT NOW. I ate this fic up in one sitting because holy SHIT it’s amazing. It’s so well written and the story is just... absolutely exquisite. Ben is cellist that’s also a famous rockstar and Rey’s an up and coming violinist and they fall in loOOoOOve in the best, most angsty, sexiest way. Please just read it right now. The scene when she firsts goes to his apartment and plays one of his cellos............you guys. It’s a lot.
Already Home by AttackoftheDarkCurses | 81k | E | This is soulmates + A/B/O so naturally I am obsessed with it. Rey gets connected with her soulmate via a website and he’s going by the name Kylo Ren. At the same time, she’s also moving in with grumpy librarian Ben Solo. She falls in love with both but has no idea that they’re the same person. It’s INCREDIBLE.
Tangled but Unbroken by AttackoftheDarkCurses | 20k | M | I read this the other night and it’s so fucking soft. I am such a fucking sucker for growing up together fics and this is just such top quality. The braiding kills me every goddamn time. Also, I’m making my way through all of Attack’s works right now and they’re all incredible. Highly recommend.
Dear Mr. President by @shmisolo | 89k | E | I love this Ben so much. The characterization is so on the money. The angst is absolutely delicious. The smut is top brass. Oh, and did I mention they’re soulmates? It’s everything you need, I promise.
Good Day, Professor by @faequeentitania | 38k | E | One of the best Professor Solo fics out there. I’m such a sucker for age difference fics. Of course there’s angst, who do you think I am?
Embers by sciosophia | 34k | E | Breaking up/getting back together fics are some of my favorites and this one is fantastic. The pining with these two is ridiculous. You just want to smush their faces together. It’s a beautiful love story.
Reclaimed by @bettsfic | 14k | E | Ughhhhhhhhhh, Reclaimed. I am so in love with Reclaimed. Alpha Ben adopts Omega Rey after she’s rescued from this terrible Alpha that held her captive for most of her life. She doesn’t talk and Ben has to help her learn to be a human being and not just a subservient Omega. This Ben is the Ben of my dreams. No contest.
the following are all written by @kylorenvevo. please read them all if you haven’t already.
landscape with a blur of conquerers | 362k | E | Y’all know this shit is fire. It’s basically the bible. If you haven’t read this yet, consider this as me yelling at you to do it NOW.
like young gods | 84k | T | fuck, the Sword of the Jedi series is incomparable when it comes to in-universe fics. I cannot begin to express how much I love this story. It’s so soft and intense and sad. Like, gut wrenchingly sad. Ben senses Rey on Jakku when she’s six and he and Luke take her back to the Jedi Academy. She grows up with Ben.
to kingdom come | 145k | M | The sequel to Like Young Gods. I’m not gonna spoil much here, but just know I cried through most of this fic. I downright SOBBED at the end. It’s gorgeous and I will never stop rereading it. The love these two have for each other... it’s unreal.
i kill giants | 34k | E | WIP | The TROS fix-it we all need. Ben is alive and finds Rey on Tatooine. It’s soft and Thea does a great job of soothing so many of the gaping wounds we were left with after TROS. My heart soars every time I read a new chapter. This is what we deserved. :(
the heartbreak prince | 58k | E | WIP | Harry Potter AU. Professor/student. Size kink. Virginity kink. ANGST. All the good things life has to offer. Professor Solo is fucking filthy in this and I (along with Miss Niima) am here 👏 for 👏 it.
place the moon at my eyes (and her whiteness shall devour) | 29k | E | Another breakup/get back together fic that I absolutely adore.
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Thank you to everyone that’s been so kind and welcoming to me the past couple of months! I love this fandom and its energy and enthusiasm and how much everyone seems to care for each other. I hope that I can continue to create content for you forever <3
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so I went to see spider-man: no way home yesterday.
spoilers under the cut. it’s just me rambling about thoughts.
I’m not ok.
I wasn’t expecting the movie to be so heart-wrenchingly devastating. I don’t think any other mcu movie has ended on such a low note? I can only think of Andrew Garfield’s Spider-Man 2 being as gut-wrenching as that ending, and at least he still had his Aunt May even if nothing else.
I was trying to avoid spoilers as much as possible (although I knew Andrew and Tobey were gonna be in it) so I was COMPLETELY not expecting May to die. Like, that knocked me sideways. An incredible scene. I don’t think anything can top that death. Tom’s acting was phenomenal... and then the cops starting to shoot at him while Happy is getting dragged out of the car... oh my god.
For most of the movie I kept saying to myself... well at least he’s got Happy as his final parental figure? Like sure, he’s lost his parents, and (probably) his uncle Ben, and then Tony, and now May. Happy is still there for him, and is perfectly capable of being some kind of support figure for Peter, as seen from the first two movies. And then there’s also MJ and Ned.. at least he’s got them, right?
NOPE.
I’m not keen on the whole memory wipe thing, but I’m guessing Disney have plans to explore a new arc for Peter without MJ and Ned.
I have a funny feeling we’re probably not going to see MJ, Ned or Happy for a whiiile. I think this is how they’re going to introduce some new characters to the universe. Idk. I’m actually not sure we’re going to see Happy again. Ever. Which I’m pretty sad about tbh.
I am all for another movie with Andrew and Tobey though, particularly Andrew. He absolutely killed it. Hell, I’d love to see them in their own universes again but that’s never gonna happen.
Also Daredevil. Sorry, I mean Matt Murdock, defence attorney. Yes please. It’s been a long time coming, but boy am I glad to see him again.
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Alright everyone! Since everything seems to be going down tomorrow, I figure it’s as good a time as any to finish up these character analysis! This will pretty much be the SBI, with a few others, so get ready for part three!
Connor:
I know his role has kind of been comic relief, but like that he’s pretty much the only one willing to ‘forgive and forget.’ He says he doesn’t blame Tommy, and that he’s just confused, which is a surprising amount of wisdom from someone in a Sonic onesie.
Sapnap:
His role in doomsday was smaller and did more for Tommy’s character than his own, but it’s worth mentioning. Even though he was Dream’s friend, Tommy was able to pursuance him to Tommy’s side, an ‘alliance?’ that lasted past Doomsday. But more on that later...
BadBoyHalo:
What the hell is even going on with the egg. Writing about that side of the plot is a whole ‘nother... egg to crack.
Tubbo:
Tubbo’s character was surprisingly hard to write about. I think a lot of people kind of see Tubbo as the innocent best friend with not much else to characterize... but sitting down to write gave me a really hard time. Tubbo is not as innocent as he seems. The biggest thing comes after today’s (the 19th?) stream, when Ranboo confronts Tubbo about Snowchester’s true purpose. Tubbo was the president of L’Manburg. He saw how it corrupted Quackity, corrupted him. But now he’s saying he want’s Snowchester to be independent. When questioned, he says, “It’ll be different this time,” completely shocking Ranboo. If you remember my analysis of Quackity (I not so shamelessly suggest you check out my previous posts) I said that he and Tubbo were to two most affected by the government they formed. The two that ended up becoming two halves of Schlatt. But where Quackity realized how alike he and Schlatt had become, Tubbo... didn’t. Even now he doesn’t see the mistakes of the past or what they mean for the future. For whatever reason, Tubbo didn’t learn. He doesn’t realize that independant factions, truly independant factions, are a really bad idea. Forcing the idea of indepedence down Dream’s throat is a bad idea. Maybe he wants to prove that he’s capable of being a leader, but L’Manburg was doomed the moment Wilbur decided to rig the election. It had its good points sure, and I don’t entirely agree with it being blown up, but it also had some bad points... and I can’t tell if Tubbo acknowledges them. Tubbo’s character has been in the background for so long I think, that he hasn’t had his chance to shine outside of Tommy’s shadow, so maybe that’s playing a part too. Whether this is Tubbo being naive or actually power-lust I don’t know, but Tubbo, for all his forgiveness, is shaping up to be one of the most dangerous people on the server. And he doesn’t even know it yet.
Foolish: (honorable mention, not a part of Doomsday)
‘I’m not going to be a part of canon!’
Joins Snowchester. Antagonises the Eggpire
‘Haha... I’m in danger!’
Philza:
I really didn’t like Philza’s arc. Not to say it was bad or anything, but compared to everyone else, his story was kind of... meh. He just seemed to stagnate a bit. Like, he supports the anarchists obviously, but his entire character arc seemed to just be ‘oh, I live in the nation and have no opinion on it otherwise’ to ‘oh, this nation kind of sucks, it doesn’t need to exist anymore.’ Which, yeah seems like a pretty big change but... it wasn’t as impactful I guess? I also didn’t like how little emotion he showed to Ghostbur after L’Manburg’s destruction, but I’m not sure he really thinks of Ghostbur as a separate entity from Alivebur. He doesn’t have much sympathy for a being that he hopes will only be temporary. At this point, I can’t really tell where the character is going. Hopefully we’ll get some answers in the hopefully coming Ressurection Arc.
Ghostbur:
Of all of the arcs during season two, the one to me that was the most gut-wrenchingly sad was Ghostbur’s. He’s an interesting character because of the limits on his memory. I may be inaccurate here, but it seems like Ghostbur not only is unable to recall sad memories, but is incapable of making new sad memories too. At first, he was kind of the comic relief. Innocent, awkward, the friendly optimist. But... not everything with Ghostbur is so straightforward. I think, on some level, he remembers what Alivebur did. Not like a proper memory maybe, but a lingering notion, an almost-feeling. Something inside of him is still guilty, otherwise, why would he avoid talking about Alivebur’s actions? Why would he avoid Fundy? By all accounts, Ghostbur should be a stagnant character, and in some ways he is. He continues to be innocent right up until the very end. But in the end, he changes. He watches, time and again, as everything he builds, everything nice he tries to do for people, blows up in his face. Time and again, nobody feels any sympathy for him; he’s the background comic belief after all right? He doesn’t count as a character, right? I think that mindset played a big role is his decision to be brought back. And even if he can’t fully understand what is going on, he still feels enough to decide he doesn’t want to be Ghostbur anymore. It’s erily similar to Alivebur. Alivebur did what he wanted, and when his purpose was complete, he wasn’t needed anymore, he asked Phil to kill him. Ghostbur feels he was outstayed his welcome, he isn’t needed anymore if everything he does was for nothing, so he asks Phil to kill him. Ghostbur and Alivebur may be two different people, but they are two sides of the same coin that is Wilbur. Ghostbur, even though he doesn’t fully understand sadness, wants peace. He tried to give it to everyone, but I think he’s realized he won’t find peace on the SMP. But he doesn’t just want to die, he wants to do good for the server even in death. By bringing back Alivebur, he feels that he can help people. That may or may not be the case depending on what Alivebur is brought back or if Alivebur even wants to come back (I personally think, once he sees L’crater, that Alivebur will be pretty content). I leave you all with this: how could the scar still hurt, if there was nothing to hurt for?
That’s all for now! I’m fairly certain I’m going to reach a word cap if I continue. I’ll post the finale, Techno, Tommy, and Dream directly aftet this post, sometime tonight. Also, something I couldn’t find a place for anywhere: I didn’t want L’Manburg to be destroyed purely because I am a builder at heart, and seeing the pretty buildings get destroyed physically hurt. Emotional and political trauma? Nah. Sad because material wealth was destroyed? Yah. Anyhow See you in a minute! (The above paragraphs are purely opinion. You are entitled to your own! Feel free to comment your thoughts down below!)
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I just wanted to let you know that reading your sotus thread on twitter made me cry laughing, I'm so glad you are enjoying s2 as much as I did (and also love arthit as much as I do)
Thank you so much. :}
And oh, wow, I loved SOTUS S so much. I’ve never enjoyed a drama so thoroughly, or seen one that portrayed my personal favorite tropes and reflected my own experiences so incredibly well. I remember getting up to 8 or 9 and thinking, “I’ve been in sublime bliss every single episode so far,” and feeling genuinely amazed at how rare that is.
There were parts of it that I didn’t adore (the side romance with the two dudes at Arthit’s office didn’t really grab me, and I thought they had more platonic than romantic chemistry, so I ended up skipping most of their scenes), but everything with Kongphob and Arthit just made my heart so warm.
Their relationship felt very sincere and real, and Arthit’s hesitance and fear hit me hard in the heart. I’ve been in that same place, graduating from a university where I was open with my sexuality, then starting at a company where no one knows. I remember that first opportunity I had when a coworker asked me about relationships and I could have used it to come out, and it was easier to give a safe answer and hide by omission. And how strange and dishonest it felt to lie, when I’d been open for years. Wondering if I was going to lie all the time now. If I’d have to actively lie or just passively.
I love that Kong got an opportunity to point out all the work and emotional weight he’s had to carry throughout their entire relationship, and how the show frames clearly that that wasn’t fair to him.
Their conflict was wonderful because both of them have good reasons for their frustration. Arthit’s fear of being outed and his fear of putting Kong’s future at risk are understandable. Kong’s anger with Arthit for not telling him about the leaked photos is understandable. Arthit needing space when his worst nightmare has become real is understandable. Kong telling him they need to work on these things together is understandable.
This very much felt like a queer story. I know some of these beats from experience. I remember the first time a girl held my hand in public and an old man scowled at us and I thought, It’ll be easier if we don’t do this, and I let go. I remember the awful moment I realized that coming out doesn’t just happen one time when you’re in university and you never have to do it again. I remember realizing that in order to live openly like I did in university, I’d have to find ways of coming out to every new person I invited into my life.
I love how clear it was in Arthit’s expressions that he was terrified of Kong’s family. Not on a personal level, but in what they represented. That Kong is the only son of a very wealthy family, and his future has more responsibility than Arthit knew. That moment in Kong’s house when he sees the portrait is so gut-wrenchingly sad.
BUT SO MUCH OF IT WAS SO HAPPY AND GOOD. I remember at one point I tweeted about how the queer stories I grew up with always ended in death or misery, and here’s SOTUS S with a fistbump and a, “You just keep doing your thing, bro,” and that honestly made me so happy. A fistbump cleansed the darkest reaches of my soul.
I also loved Dae and Tew! The development for them was really fun to watch, especially since I was on Dae’s side from the start. Like thinking, “Leave him alone, bro!” every time they tried to rope him into participating. And I liked that Tew is pushy and that Dae isn’t framed as being wrong for not wanting to be involved. He has his own thing going on, and just because Tew REALLY WANTS HIM TO JOIN IN doesn’t mean he has to. The part where Tew takes him to the string-tying ceremony and Dae accepts the string from Tew but no one else and Tew accepts that - [chef’s kiss] marvelous. (Also Dae’s little “P’Tew~!” at the end should be in a museum.)
My only complaint was a lack of Maprang because she’s charming and wonderful and I wanted her to have a girlfriend. [cough]
Anyway I need to stop writing about this because I just thought of ten more things to say SO!!! I’m so happy you enjoyed my thread! It was genuinely wonderful to have that experience of other fans liking and quote-tweeting certain emotions and moments - it felt like watching with a group, and it enhanced the whole experience for me. :)
I’ve also noticed you commenting on my fics as well! And I want to thank you for leaving such lovely and kind feedback. It’s an enormous motivator for me, and having that feedback has been making this whole pandemic experience much easier on me emotionally. Thank you so much. :}
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no one tells you how profoundly sad hollow knight is. everyone tells you about the cute bugs and look you can almost sort of fly kind of and you save by sitting on benches isn’t that adorable. no one tells you about how just gut wrenchingly sad the bug game is. no one warns you. oh im having fun you say and then ten hours later you’re sobbing and there’s no end in sight and it just fucks me all the way up. the main characters make you cry. the joke side characters make you cry. character who have been dead for ??? make you cry. everything in this game makes you cry. this was supposed to be hard because of the platforming not because i can’t see past my tears.
anyway can’t wait till silksong
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helloo it's me again, hehe. is it okay if I ask some tips on how to write the perfect ending for a story? I'm planning to make my story have a sad ending, but at the same time I want my readers to feel some sort of comfort afterwards?? It's sort of like Titanic, where Jack dies in the end but he and Rose reunite in paradise. sorry i make no sense jsjjs
hi!! of course it’s okay to ask for tips LOL that’s lowkey what i’m here for (:
sad endings are one of the harder endings to write because not only do you have to convince the READERS that this is the best ending for the characters but also you have to convince your CHARACTERS that the ending is basically what they deserve lol (the sad ending should NOT be sudden; you should be building up towards it from the beginning)
sad endings with comfort are even harder BECAUSE after basically making your reader drown in their own tears, you have to hand them a tissue (figuratively) and literally tell them ‘sike lol here’s some fluff to make up for that bloodbath’
and the way you’re going about that is great! if you want to offer comfort to the readers after a sad ending one of the best ways to do it is through reunition!!
here are some in-debt tips to go about writing a good ending for a story:
IN GENERAL/WARNINGS
OK SO THE ENDING OF EVERY STORY IS SO FUCKING IMPORTANT LIKE YOU CANNOT BS THROUGH THIS EVEN IF YOU TRIED
this is because the last thing the reader reads in your story will be your ending
it’s literally the last impression they will have of your writing AND the story
you need to make sure the ending STICKS
i will say this. a sad ending or a jarring ending (something that is not cliche, basically) will reside in your reader’s memories more than an ending that is commonly used in the ff world
warning: there is such thing as a common sad ending too, so beware of that
but i’m not saying common/cliche endings are bad. i’ll tell you later how to finesse one of those endings
endings should never be abrupt. that’s kind of a common mistake that i see a lot
most people writing a beautiful introduction. but then they get to the middle and don’t know what they’re doing. I’M TELLING YOU NOW THAT THE MIDDLE MAKES UP THE ENDING
whatever happens in the middle of the story SHOULD lead to the end
this means that either you write the middle WITH the end in mind, or you write the end WITH the middle in mind
SAD/BITTERSWEET ENDINGS
what constitutes as sad? think about that for a sec
what makes people sympathize with others?
i think knowing someone (like knowing what they’ve been through, their hardships, their likes, their dislikes, their journey) really helps me sympathize with them when someone bad happens
it’s human nature to care about others that we know well
so your goal should be to make sure your readers know your characters enough so when your characters are undergoing a crisis, (as bad as it sounds), the readers go through one as well
if the sad ending involves death, then what would the surviving characters think of it?? the key to getting the waterworks on in the audience is putting a big emphasis on the surviving characters’ reactions to the death of another character. if the other characters are heart-wrenchingly mourning the death, then chances are, the readers are too (humans mimic each other’s reactions lol)
if the sad ending involves a breakup, then the literal saddest way to end that is to use simplicity. a breakup is messy. it’s emotional. don’t decorate it too much with actions and physical descriptions. what makes a breakup sad is what the characters are feeling inside—not how horrible or disheveled they look in the state of the moment. (it’s even sadder when the characters seemed really compatible at the beginning of the story)
if the sad ending involves separation, i think there are two ways to go about with this. separation can be really fucking sad. (especially when it’s between two close friends.) in order to capture the depressing emotions, the characters should feel when that happens, you need to carefully describe why these characters must separate. then, you need to clarify their thoughts on the separation. they must separate because of this, and they would rather not leave each other, but they have no choice. it’s even better to talk about their empty futures without each other
the other ending with separation i personally really like is a bittersweet ending. it’s when the two characters must separate and they both accept that fact. if they had the choice, they would probably not separate, but circumstances worked out against them. there are fewer tears reading this kind of ending, but you get that punch-in-the-gut feeling when you write it well. in order to perfect the bittersweet ending, i find that it’s easiest to focus on the future. the characters must separate for the better—for their own futures. the situation at the moment (separating and saying the goodbyes and all that) may be shitty, but it’s a small sacrifice for a better future
HAPPY ENDINGS
not all happy endings are cliche
but the thing is, most of the happy endings are cliche
and there’s nothing wrong with that
you know why?
because so much content has accumulated over the years that there is no doubt that hundreds, maybe thousands of ideas will repeat
at this point, it’s hard to figure out what’s not cliche. literally EVERYTHING has been written and done lol
so honestly, i say, you shouldn’t really give a shit about cliche or not. don’t overly try to avoid cliches because you might accidentally make your ending sound forced (we don’t want that)
happy endings are pretty easy on the spectrum of endings because it’s probably easier to write happy characters than sad characters (at least for me)
but because it’s easy to write these happy endings, you might get tempted to abruptly end the story (you might even do it accidentally)
the best way to go about this is to bring something that the characters probably repeatedly talked about throughout the story back and stick it in the last line/paragraph somewhere
i.e. say your character A and character B were best friends at the start of your story. through the course of it, character B deals with trauma/internal dilemmas that lead him to be pretty sad. character A describes him having slouched shoulders all the time. but when character A and character B recognize their love for each other, things start to look up for character B. the ending can be character A and B together in a scene, and character B’s usually slouched shoulders are straightened, yk ‘cause he’s finally truly happy
it was a random example but i really like to bring in the little details to wrap up a happy-ending story!
COMING UP WITH THE ENDING
honestly, this section is gonna be short because i think this kinda comes with gut instinct/following your heart loll
when you’re writing your characters, there will come a point in time where you literally feel like you’re them (because you know them so well)
ask yourself what do you think your characters will do? then write it out!
whether you want a sad/bittersweet/happy ending is gut instinct lowkey
i usually set the tone of a sad story right away so people know what they’re getting into
it’s better to know your ending while you write your story (or else you’ll have to go back and edit the beginning and middle to connect with the end)
but sometimes, you might not know how to end your story. then it’s good to base the ending off of what you’ve already written
i feel like this sounds like bullshit, but it’ll make sense when you actually experience it loll
oh god i have no idea if this is sufficient enough yikes... if you have any more questions, feel free to send in another ask! (:
#ask#milkimochii#writing#chana's advice#endings are either my most favorite part or least favorite#no in between
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what are your thoughts about fine line! hope you're well x
Hey, love. Thank you for asking! Hope you’re well, too!
The word which I find best describes Find Line is wondrous. I think it truly is a piece of art, something that belongs in a museum, to be kept for years and years, admired, analysed, inspire. It is such a vulnerable and REAL collection of thoughts and emotions and I truly don’t think there is anything more valuable a person can put out to the public.
It tells a story; not just to the ones who know what events inspired the album, but if you listen closely, you can hear how the first three songs, Golden, Watermelon Sugar, and Adore You, are about that initial infatuation you have with someone, the lust which burns in you, the obsession with every single part of another person.
Then there’s Lights Up which I see as a transition; this is a key point in this relationship between two people where, maybe, they both started to experience changes; not just with themselves but within their partner and their world around them. Lights Up can have many different meanings and interpretations, as art should, and this is just mine. I think it’s a bittersweet song about a person discovering themselves, growing, changing and maybe their partner can’t, and maybe doesn’t want to, keep up. This transitions into the aftermath; the heartbreak.
Cherry, Falling, To Be So Lonely.
I know everyone is infatuated with Cherry - which I btw find very brave of a person as private as Harry to put a voice memo of his ex-girlfriend at the end of the song because it will be a part of his art forever - but for me, Falling is probably the most gut-wrenchingly, sad song on the album. It’s the aftermath of, not just a breakup, but the act of your partner leaving you...leaving you for someone else. These doubts he has about himself; not only does he question her feelings for him; ‘what if I’m someone you won’t talk about,’ it also makes him insecure about himself; ‘what if I’m someone I don’t want a round,’ and that breaks my fucking heart. I can’t imagine how broken he must have felt, how much he doubted himself, how he felt like he wasn’t good enough.
Moving on to She; a well calculated and thoroughly thought through piece of art. I know people have been comping is to Woman, but I don’t think this song is about a romantic love interest. I think it’s about a man, living a double life; on one had he has a regular life with a wife and kids, on the other hand, this woman who lives in his imagination is haunting him to the point where he considers running away because he can’t explain it. I think it’s about the mans sexuality, how he isn’t sure of who he is; feminine vs masculine. I think it’s a continuation of Lights Up and it may show the discovery a person has done in the aftermath of a breakup.
The next set of songs: Sunflower and Canyon moon I think are about his memories about this person who he had to let go of. Fond memories, sad memories, just memories of all kinds and fuck these break my heart. So bittersweet, so vulnerable, so nostalgic.
And then there’s the final two songs, TPWK and Fine Line. Fine Line is probably one of my favourites, it wraps up the entire album in the way it goes through all the themes discussed in the previous songs, love and hate and joy and heartbreak; there’s a fine line between them. I could go into a lot more detail of this song but I honestly don’t have the emotional capacity right now. It’s such a beautiful and bittersweet and reflected song and it ends a brilliant album in the perfect way.
All in all, I think Fine Line is a magic piece of art, it inspires me, it wakes emotions in me that I have never felt and only a real artist, who dares be vulnerable and expose his own emotions, is able to do that to his audience. I can’t believe I’m lucky enough to witness such work of art and I know it will be admired for many many years to come.
I’m sorry this turned into a long analysis but I truly have such strong feelings towards this album and I have so much more to say but all in all, I think this album is perfect. Not ONE things out of place or miscalculated. It breaks my heart and mends it all in one. It makes me lust after the love he experienced and fear the heartbreak he went through. It makes me feel like I can feel his emotions in my heart and on my skin. No other album, or person, has been able to do that before. And for that I am truly thankful.
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