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nicoline1998enilocin · 5 months

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Can’t keep my hands to myself

Pairing -> Boyfriend!Chris Evans x Girlfriend!Fem!Reader

Word count -> 1K

Summary -> Chris is staying up late to finish some work, but you're getting restless in your bed. When you go and take a look at how he's doing he gives you an idea you can't refuse, but the outcome won't be what you had expected it to be when you agreed to it.

Rating -> Explicit (E)

Warnings -> RPF, established relationship (boyfriend/girlfriend), use of pet name (Princess), large age gap (10 - 12 years)

Smut -> CMNF (Clothed Male, Nude Female), cockwarming, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), creampie, squirting.

A/n -> I want to give a massive thank you to @cevansbaby-dove for giving me this idea to write, it's a fun one to start off the new year! I can't wait to see your reaction and I hope you will all enjoy this with as much as I did when writing. Thank you to @ccbsrmsf1 for proofreading this on such short notice. You're an angel, and I love you! 🩵

A/n 2.0 -> My requests are open again! Please consider that I only have 24 hours in my day, so it might take a while to get the new requests posted, but I expect to post them around February/March. I'll be looking forward to what you will all come up with, and I can't wait to start writing requests again 🩵

Events Masterlist -> @fandom-free-bingo -> ''I couldn't sleep''

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Main Masterlist | Chris Evans Masterlist

It's nearly 2 AM when you glance at your alarm again, and the bright red numbers are shining back at you as if they're mocking you for not being asleep yet. Usually, you don't have any trouble sleeping without your boyfriend by your side - he's gone for long periods at a time when he's filming, after all -but tonight something's different, and you're not sure what.

Instead of turning over yet again, you get up and see what Chris is up to at this time of the night and coax him into getting some sleep. You know he has been reading through scripts for potential roles he's been offered, but it always breaks your heart when he's staying up so late for these things.

You usually prefer to sleep naked, and today is no different. You wear your silk robe before strolling through the house, looking for your boyfriend. It doesn't take long to find him, as he's sitting at your dinner table reading a script with his hand under his chin.

As soon as you walk into the dining room, he looks up at you with a small smile, which you return before walking to his side, his hand getting hold of your thigh and gliding up until he softly touches the bottom of your bare cheek.

''What're you doing up, Princess? I thought you were asleep already'' he asks, a slight hint of concern in his voice.

''I couldn't sleep,'' you tell him in a soft voice still laced with tiredness as you look at him. Both of you share a look of love, and the butterflies in your stomach go crazy as you look into his deep blue eyes. He hums in response before carefully turning you to stand between his legs and face him.

His hands are placed on your thighs before slowly inching closer to the bottom of your robe, leaving little goosebumps in their wake. It doesn't take long for his long fingers to find the loose knot at the front of the silk and untie it swiftly, letting the fabric part before his eyes and reveal your bare form underneath.

He leans forward to press a light kiss on your belly, right beneath your belly button, making you giggle at the tickling sensation of his stubble.

''Maybe you can keep me company while I read; how does that sound, my beautiful Princess? 'M already getting hard from you walking around like this, and I wouldn't want to let that go to waste, now would you?'' he asks as if he didn't just ask you to cockwarm him without so much as a stutter or a blush on his cheeks.

You nod eagerly, and before you know it, he's freed his long, veiny cock, and you bend down to give it some love with your hands first, all while you feel the arousal between your legs grow with every groan leaving Chris' chest.

''Hmm, don't make me wait, Princess, need to be inside this perfect pussy of yours,'' he almost growls at you, and you know better than to make him wait, and before you know it, you're straddling his hips with your legs on the outside of his, sinking as he splits you open with his hard cock.

Your head is tipped back as he guides you over him, his hands splayed over your butt while his mouth is attached to your neck, leaving minor bruises where he sucks them into your skin or bites softly to pull soft moans from your body.

Once he's finally in, you're already on the edge of an orgasm, like a string pulled tight, that doesn't need much to snap. Unfortunately, Chris isn't giving you what you need yet. Instead, he guides one of his hands to your chin to make you face him, the other one gliding over your hip's soft skin.

''If you keep still for me, I will have you falling apart on this cock as much as you want when I'm finished. How does that sound, Princess?''

''I-I'll try,'' you mumble before capturing his lips with yours. What was supposed to be a small, chaste kiss has quickly become much more heated than you anticipated. Your hands are laced into his hair and pulling ever so slightly when he shifts in the chair, hitting the sweet spot inside you each time.

Your tongues are caught in a passionate dance as you're trying your hardest not to cum, but it's more complicated than you had anticipated since Chris is most definitely not making it easy for you.

''What's the matter, Princess?'' he asks with a devious smile.

''Chris, please, let me cum! 'M close,'' you beg, and that's all he needs to hear before shoving the script aside and putting you carefully on the table. He pulls you close by lying one hand on your lower back and the other in your hair before setting a brutal pace, fucking you stupid while you moan loudly and scream his name.

It doesn't take long for you to cum all around his cock, soaking him in your juices with a loud exclamation of his name. Your nails are scratching his back underneath his shirt as you're clawing at him to ground yourself, only adding to his pleasure right now.

Chris buries his face in your neck as he cums inside you with a roar, his pace so fast you can't even see where you end, and he begins as it all melts together now. His cum is shot deep into your pussy as he buries himself in you, and he has to take a moment to catch his breath before he lets you go, lying you gently on your back before pulling out and cleaning you up.

''Shall we finish what we started in the bedroom, Princess?'' he asks, knowing you'll happily say yes to going another round or two. Where he was very frantic in the dining room, his actions in the bedroom are the complete opposite, as he's worshipping you and making love to you.

''I love you, Princess,'' Chris pants after his third orgasm of the night; you collapsed on top of him after losing count of your orgasm a while ago. You're catching your breath as his hands softly rub your back, a small smile dancing on your lips.

''I love you too, Chris, and thank you for coming to bed with me.''

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demiesworld · 10 months

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Hi. Firstly love your writing. Secondly (only if you want to write it of course if not I thank you for taking time out to read this) may I request Hantengu clones reacting to their first kiss with S/o?

【♛demie: yes you may and i do apologize for taking so long to get to this request! i hope you enjoy it!】

first kiss with the hantengu clones (sfw)

pairings: sekido, karaku, aizetsu, and urogi x gn!reader

synopsis: hantengu clones sharing their first kiss with their s/o.

notes: reader is gender-neutral. no pronouns are used. reader is of age. in sekido's the reader thinks that he is a monk and sekido gives them a prayer. it wasn't my initial idea to go for it, but it fit in with the plot so i kept it. if i was incorrect with some things or offended anyone please let me know, respectfully, and i will remove it. otherwise, enjoy this! p.s. sekido's is also pure word vomit bc i wasnt thinking of sticking to a decent size script.

— SEKIDO

When Sekido first met you, a human, his first thought of you was that you were weak. You were weaker than him, a demon, because of your mortality. In his mind, humans were susceptible to illnesses and diseases that weren't easy to cure with herbs and medicine. So when he encountered you in the cold hours of the night inside of your hut, after slaughtering and cannibalizing half of your village, his original plan was to just eat you alive.

But when he saw you, something in Sekido couldn't bear to even touch you let alone eat you.

You were laying on your back on a shiki futon next to a burning fire pit and covered by a thick blanket. He could hear your labored breathing and pained grunting at each breath you took. It didn't take a genius to notice that you were sickly. The beads of sweat on your forehead and dazed look in your eyes was a tell-tell sign that you weren't in good health. To him you looked too pathetic to kill.

He was standing in the door way and then turned his back to you. He got ready to leave when your croaky voice spoke, "A-Are y-you a m-monk?" His shoulders went tense as he stood there listening to you, "P-Please m-monk... I'm a-afraid that I don't have... much time."

Sekido huffed in annoyance, but he turned on his heel and further walked into the hut. He stood in the shadows to keep his appearance hidden, not that you – a weak human – could do anything to him. You were most likely on the brink of death.

"Thank you... I-I want to a-ask if you c-c-could pr-pray for me. My health has not been well as of lately, and my family do not live here with me in this village. I've just been taking care of myself, but as you can see I'm not doing a very good job." You let out a soft chuckle though it turns into a coughing fit and eventually subsides, "I will be honest with you monk, I am not a religious person, but if a simple prayer from you would alleviate me of this sickness then I will turn over a new leaf and b-be forever g-grateful..."

The anger demon gripped tighter on his staff as he placed a knee on the floor. Why was he entertaining you? Why was he still here? He should have left you for dead, but his body is refusing to leave. Sekido sits fully on the floor now, crossing his legs and holding the shakujō to his shoulder.

"What is your name?" He asked you. Your heart swelled up with gratitude and you smile affably to the person you thought was a monk. Tears prickle at the corners of your eyes when you state your name to him. "That is a beautiful name. I will give you a prayer now, let us close our eyes and start."

Sekido waited for you to shut your eyes first, before he began the prayer that you requested. The prayer was solely for you and he prayed to relieve you of your sickness. He prayed for you to be healed, your suffering to be freed, and for protection to be bestowed upon you. When he was finished with the prayer, he stood up from the floor and just looked at you blankly.

The anger demon didn't know exactly how to feel when he left you in the hut that night and returned to his counterparts. They asked him where he went to which he ignored the three and trekked in the direction of their next mission destination.

After his mission was complete, Sekido returned to you a night later and found that you were still sick. Your condition did not improve. He had asked you if had eaten and your response was you tried but you kept vomiting. He was a demon, and he didn't know of any herbs or medicine that could cure whatever you had. He stayed with you and gave you prayers to help ease your mind at the least. Sekido would show up to your hut every night at an odd hour to sit with you, offering you his company, and give you a prayer.

One night, Sekido made a decision that could possibly affect him for better or for worse. After consideration, Sekido poked a needle into the tip of his finger and held the bleeding digit to your chapped lips. He let the blood drop several times onto your tongue before pulling it away and regenerating the skin there.

That night Sekido sat with you for a while waiting for any signs of improvement after he gave you a taste of his blood. You didn't show anything, so he figured that you must have passed away. He got aggravated. It was a waste of his time to be stuck here thinking that you – a human – would be alive.

He left your hut that night with the firm belief that you had died. What a pity. What a waste of a time. It clearly showed him that humans, especially a person such as yourself, shouldn't be bothered with trying to strengthen. He couldn't say the word "help" because to him that meant he was performing an act of kindness. Something that he, a demon who felt solely anger, couldn't be synonymous with.

As he went on about his own life, Sekido would ignore the pangs he felt in his chest whenever thoughts of you crossed his mind. He would make battles between him and his counterparts against demon slayers short because he wanted to return to their safe house quickly. Every time he came across a human that he wanted to feast on, that was weak like you, he couldn't consume them. He would just kill them and leave their mutilated body behind.

His counterparts appeared to have notice his slight change in demeanor. Though neither of them made a comment on it. They didn't want to address it for fear of Sekido's rage.

It was maybe a month after declaring you as dead, when Sekido felt a strong pulse out of nowhere surface. He had been resting at their manor when he felt it arise. The demon thought danger was coming and he quickly grabbed his staff and ran out into the rainy thunderous night.

The strong pulse came again and this time it was getting closer. Good. The closer it got the easier it would be for him to kill it. He chases the origin of the pulse to a clearing in the forest. As he neared the center he stopped in his tracks and searched his surroundings for any incoming attacks.

Just as he was about the lure the attacker out with his lightning, Sekido heard a faint shout, "Monk!" and it eerily sounded like you. "Mooonk!" the voice gotten clearer, and louder, you were getting closer.

Sekido turned on his heel to his right to see you running into the clearing. Your clothing was drenched from the pounding rain just like his own, but to his astonishment you were alive. You were on your feet. You were breathing. You were speaking. You... survived.

"Y/N..." he murmurs your name as you slow down to stand right before him. There was no shadows or obscurity covering his face. You could see Sekido for what he truly was. A demon. A human-eating, murdering, demon.

You threw your body onto his as you embraced him in your arms. Why were you hugging him? Shouldn't you be repulsed by the sight of his face? Why weren't you running away from him? Your arms squeezed him tighter and your face buried into his chest.

Sekido's hand comes up to your head and cradles it gently in his grasp. He stands there, still like a statue, as he listens to you speak, "I never got to say thank you for saving my life monk. Without your prayers, I don't think I will be alive right now. I owe you my eternal gratitude and I wish to serve you."

The anger demon looks down at the top of your head and blurts out, "Why are you not running from me?"

You ignore his question and look up at his face. Your lips curve into a radiant smile, "I never saw your face before, monk, you are quite ruggedly handsome." You say as you take a hold of his hand and bow your head. "Please take me to where you rest your head and we shall both explain things to each other."

Sekido growls and squeezes your hand in his own, he scorns at your wince, "Answer my question first."

"I don't want to run away from the person who gave me a second chance at life. Not when I owe them my life in return."

"Are you stupid? Are you blind? Do you not see how I look, human?" He interrogates you, before bellowing, "I am a demon!"

"And I don't care!" You shout back, your lips trembling as you refrain yourself from crying. "I don't." You whisper.

After a brief moment of silence between the two of you, Sekido unwillingly led you to his manor where you two talked over what happened. You explained that after Sekido had given you his blood, you woke up the next morning feeling stronger than before. Your fever and chills went away, you could actually move on your feet, and the bruises you had from being bedridden were gone. You told him that you had tried to walk out into the daylight, but your new body couldn't stand the sunlight so you were left to do things out at night.

Unlike him, you didn't get cravings for humans, you still ate human food. Sekido went on to tell you that he wasn't a real monk and that he was an upper rank demon. He said he found you that night sick, after slaughtering and cannibalizing your village. He didn't even want to kill you or eat you because you looked to be on death's door step anyways. Though when you cried out to him he was forced to stay around. When you asked him why he kept returning every night, he refused to explain why. The only answer he had given you was that he felt pity for you.

Following your discussion over that, you asked him once again if you could stay by his side. To which Sekido allowed you to, but you would only be introduced to his counterparts as his ward. You agreed to that. You stayed underneath Sekido's watch and protection while living with him and his counterparts at their hideout. Sekido arranged for you to sleep in the same room as him, though not in the same bed.

Eventually, you and Sekido grew closer to each other and when you were alone you both liked to lay next to one another. Kind of like tonight, with you laying on his bed facing him while he had his eyes shut. You closely admired the purple veins on his forehead and eyes, the curved horns, and sharp pointed fangs that stuck out of his mouth. He was, in your terms, ruggedly handsome.

"I can feel you staring at me, human," Sekido mutters with his eyes remaining closed. You let out a short chuckle and he adds on, "Why are you staring at me?"

You reached up to cup his cheek in the palm of your hand. You answer his question softly, "I'm just admiring your face, Sekido. You know you are not as scary as you look. There's a few rough edges to your appearance," You didn't flinch when he opened his eyes and crimson hues were fixedly narrowed at you. Your finger delicately touches his jawline then the bridge of his nose and finally his furrowed brow bone. "But there's also the softness that I'm fond of." You smile brightly at him.

Sekido took your hand in his own and murmured, "What are you talking about?"

You didn't say anything instead you leaned closer to him and confidently pressed your lips to his. The demon's eyes widened at the feeling of your lips touching his own. He laid there stunned and still until you slowly pulled away from him.

A giggle past through your lips when you noticed the bewildered expression on his normal scowling face. Suddenly Sekido's hand came to the back of your head and pulled you back to his lips. His mouth locked in with yours while his tattooed tongue delved into the cavern of your orifice. You gasped into his mouth from the unexpected kiss, but returned it with just as much vigor as he bestowed.

You kissed him until your lungs were crying for air and only then did you finally pull away to pant against his supple lips. Sekido's face was tickled by the puffs of air onto his skin.

"I have lived for over two centuries, and never have I encountered a human like you. You are foolish if your wishful mind thinks that a demon like me would ever learn to devote their life to you."

His cruel words were strikingly different from his earlier actions. Though you didn't bother to argue or point it out. While it certainly wasn't an explicit explanation of rejection, you smile regardless to him and lay your head on his chest. "Then call me a fool then, Sekido, because I don't think my mind will change when it comes to someone like you."

— KARAKU

You chirping with glee as you sat on Karaku's lap and patted powdered makeup that matched his dark skin tone onto the areas of his face that had purple veins on it. You held his chin in your other hand while closely examining for any spot you may have missed. Thankfully you didn't and you slid off of his lap while grabbing a handheld mirror and showing it to your lover.

"Look to see if I covered everything up." You say.

He takes the mirror out of your hand and looks at his reflection, his green eyes narrowing for any missed spots. "Hm... I think you covered everything up fine." He then turned to you with a frown and pointed to the horns on his head, "Now what are we going to do about these?"

Your face warms up when you remember the horns on his head. You didn't think about trying to hide them so you didn't know of any method of doing it. As far as you knew, Karaku couldn't conceal them. Therefore you were left with only one option.

With a cheerful smile you blurt out, "We can just tell everyone that they're a part of your costume!"

Karaku grimaces at you, "If you wanted me to dress up as a demon, we could have just forego the makeup and I could have just went as myself."

"Y-Yeah, but what if people get scared by how...devilish you look?"

The demon stood up from the bed and folded his arms above his head, "So? My devilish charm didn't stop you from mounting me like an animal." He smirked at the flustered expression you made.

"You shut your mouth! We've never even gotten that far!"

"Yet." He interjected.

After he made you fluster and stammer over your words again, you decide to ignore your lover for the time being and went to get dressed for the night. Tonight, you had established a date with Karaku by going out to a festival in the entertainment district. Of course there would be people there dressed in bizarre clothing, so you believed that Karaku could attend it without a problem. The only thing you had difficulties with was concealing his horns. Once you were dressed in your outfit for the night, you instructed him to dress in his black yukata tied with a red obi.

You left with him to go to the festival, while you were there some children were in awe at Karaku's "mask" and said he looked like a formidable demon. He arrogantly boasted about his muscles, showing his arms off to the kids and letting them hang off of it like a monkeys in a tree. Eventually they left you two alone and you and him enjoyed your time at the festival. There were some occurrences with Karaku almost exposing himself as a demon. Such as him tossing a ring and when he didn't land on any of the flasks, his supernatural strength was exposed when he slammed his fist on the counter and broke through the surface. Of course, the humans around you just assumed he was a overwhelmingly strong brute and paid him no mind.

As the night grew to a close, the musicians at the festival played lively music at a venue. The strings of the samisen, pounding on the taiko, and whistles of the shakuhachi sing. You took Karaku by the hand and led him in a graceful, animated dance. Your fingers were intertwined with his as you two dance closely to each other's bodies. The radiant smile you had never once faltered from your face as you moved your body to the rhythm of the music.

"Thank you for coming out with me tonight, Karaku," You say as you stare lovingly at him. Your heart was beating in your chest like a drum, and you had an inkling Karaku could hear it even with the music playing in the background. "I really enjoyed myself with you here."

The demon's lips curved up, his fangs peeking through when he did so and his hands settle on your hips. "The feeling is mutual my little human." His eyes softens at yours, and lids lowered as he leans closer to your lips.

Your face heats up when he leans intimately towards you. You try to back away from him, but Karaku is quicker and he keeps you pinned to his strong body. A flutter rises in your stomach. Your hands tighten on his shoulders, and you keep your feet planted on the ground.

"Karaku," you shyly whisper his name.

He doesn't say a word, instead his lips closes in on yours and the distance between you two is shortened. Your eyes shut as you perceive his warm and soft lips on yours. An idea crosses your mind to embrace Karaku by locking your hands together behind his nape. He could taste the sugary flavor lingering on your lips from the candied treat you had ate earlier. While the savor of it was unpalatable to his demonic appetite, Karaku found it to be rather nice as it was solely comparable to your gentle spirit. As your breaths mingled through the exhales of your noses, your hands moved up and fingers weaved into the thick wispy tresses of his hair.

The passionate kiss you shared with Karaku was abruptly short by the loud explosions of fireworks bursting in the night sky. You two pulled away from each other, and your eyes were locked. The explosion of fireworks weren't the only thing enchanting you that night.

— AIZETSU

You were laying in your bed, sleeping underneath the warmth of your blanket, at the time a gust of crisp air entered your room. The wind lifted your blanket away from your body and carried it to a desolate corner where it dropped into a heap. You unconsciously flinch and move into a fetal position. A candle you had lit beside your window got extinguished by the strength of the breeze. In seconds, you slowly awoke from your slumber and drowsily took in your surroundings in your bedchamber. As soon as you turned your head to your right you see an all too familiar dejected face framed by wispy onyx hair and luminous azure eyes.

You lift yourself up to sit upright and look up at your demonic significant other. "Aizetsu... what are you doing here?" You asks him softly. His sudden arrival was entirely unexpected as usually he would send you a letter about coming to see you in advance. With him appearing to you now in the dead of the night, you had wondered if anything went wrong with a mission he been assigned to.

He places his spear against the wall and slid off the bulky ropes around his shoulders. He takes a seat on the bed beside you and looks at the wooden floor. You don't utter a word when he reaches out and grabs your hand in his. Aizetsu's thumb strokes the top of your hand whilst gingerly holding it.

"Aizetsu," you repeat his name again and close the distance between your bodies. "What are you doing here?"

The sorrowful demon stops stroking your hand and tightens his grip on it. He quietly says, "I'm sorry for arriving without letting you know. We were in the area and I really wanted to see you before we left for our next mission." His head turned to face you with a troubled expression.

Your eyes widen and your body freeze for a moment. Then you mull over what he just said, and your face brightened. He separated from his other counterparts so he could visit you before they departed. It was thoughtful of him to do that.

"I'm happy to see you tonight, Aizetsu."

Your words took him by surprise as he stuttered, "Y-You are?" He questions, and leans his face closer to yours. The demon gently cups your cheek in his hand as he pleaded, "Please don't tell me you're saying that just to ease my misery."

You could feel your heart beat quicken from how close he was. You could just how many eyelashes he had and analyze the plum-colored ridges below his eyes. It was astounding despite how many times you spent with Aizetsu you were always nervous around him. You wonder if it was the same feeling for him.

Gradually, the distance between your lips closed and you felt sparks fly when his lips touched yours. The kiss wasn't anything too sensual or too dull, to you it felt just right. Aizetsu didn't want to encourage you into deepening it either, so the two of you just sat there feeling one another's lips in a sense of innocence.

Your lack of awareness of your surroundings was dwindling until the sudden bang! of your door pulled you away from the demon. Startled you both looked to where the origin of the sound came from and were annoyed to see none other than Karaku standing in the door way.

"Time's up kiddos, Aizetsu has to go with us now to the next location!"

You let out a sigh and turn your attention to your sorrowful lover, "I take this as you have to leave now, yes?"

Aizetsu nodded his head while he stood up from the bed still holding onto your hand. "I will be back for you, my beloved. Next time I will send a letter before surprising you again like this."

"You don't have to send a letter of notice anymore Aizetsu. If you surprise me like this again with a visit then I will be happy."

— UROGI

"UROGI!" You hollered from the from the ground and watched as your part-avian demonic lover flew through the sky terrorizing children. You knew that he wanted to eat them for sustenance, and while he was a demon and you were a human, you didn't want for him to do that to children. At least to keep his need to eat humans away from your sight and mind.

Once more you shout out his name, "Urogiiii!!"

He chortled and flew right past you shouting, "Just a moment my sunshine!" Your face fell into a frown when he did that. You could hear his boisterous laughter and the sound of children screaming afterwards. You did not want for him to consume those kids so you ran as fast as you could towards the sound.

"Urogi, do not eat those children!"

You came upon your lover and a small group of children, you thought that he had already began to eat them. Fortunately, you were wrong. Urogi was just playing with the human kids, and letting them climb on his back while he flew around with them. The stomach twisting feeling you had went away and you were relieved to find out the children were unharmed. Some of them had bright grins on their cherubic faces as Urogi leapt up towards the sky with three of them on his back and circle the glade.

The demon winked at you from above and played around with the children for a while. You waited for him to eventually descend from the ground safely with the kids and told the group to not tell their parents that a bird-man was flying around with them. For one, you didn't want to get into trouble, and two you didn't want for Urogi to end up getting killed by a hashira. To keep the children's promise not to tattle, you offered them candied treats if they wanted to play with Urogi again and led them to the path of their village before waving them goodbye.

After you watched the last child leave to go into their village, you turn your attention to Urogi and scowled at him. "Urogi! What the heck were you thinking?! Those children could have told their parents!"

"Relax, sunshine, those children weren't hurt were they? They'll be fine!"

You smack your hand to your forehead and rub your temples, grumbling, "That's not what I meant you bird brain! Children have loud mouths, if any of them tell someone about a bird-man flying around with them, they will come to get you!"

Urogi rolls his eyes at your excessive worry, "Calm down, do you want to go flying with me too? Is that it?" He took a step forward when you took a step back.

"W-What? No! I don't want to go-"

"Let's go for a ride, sunshine!"

As soon as the words left from his mouth, Urogi snatched you by the waist and took off with you into the night sky. The shrill shriek you emitted echoed as you wrestled with the demon to let you go. However you immediately stop once you realize that if keep struggling, and Urogi (accidentally of course) drops you, you could end up looking like a pancake. You glare at you lover who just smiles at you cheerfully.

You throw your arms over his shoulders and shout, "This isn't funny, Urogi!" Your eyes take a peek at how high up you are and you quickly hide your face in the junction of his neck and collarbone. A small fearful whimper resonating from you.

"It's not funny for you but I am having a joyous time right now!" He lowered you two towards the ground, though still he hovered just a few feet above. "Now does this make you more comfortable sunshine?"

"Yes it does."

You caught him off guard when you planted your lips against his. The kiss was fleeting, yet it still brought his mind to a brief pause. His golden eyes widen at you and he stood with his feet on the ground. The demon looks away from you once you start to grin.

"What's wrong my birdie? Did that kiss catch you off guard?"

"Don't tease me like that sunshine or you could end up in a predicament."

notes: it was not my intention to use gifs created by the same person lol but they all looked really good so- why not? also sorry for not posting as much, i have been fairly busy and also mentally drained these past few weeks.

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liketwoswansinbalance · 2 months

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Hey, can I get being the Best friend or close Friends With Rafal or Rhian ( Or maybe both? ) maybe the reader is a childhood friend or something. The gender can be whatever or whichever you prefer.

That's if you are comfortable writing that. 😁

My apologies. I wasn't really planning on taking writing requests of this type since I'm not currently interested in writing reader prompts. At times, I sort of view most readers as a blank slate rather than a character themselves, unlike the way an OC or a canon character would have a more definitive personality.

Thus, determining reactions by the reader would be difficult unless I gave the reader a defined personality I chose and made up, which might not align with what you or others want from a self-insert. Sure, I suppose I could fill in the blanks myself, and give the reader traits, essentially making them closer to an OC, but I'm not particularly interested in writing an SGE OC at this time either.

So, overall, I think I'd have a bit of a hard time with the vague nature of this request/anticipating what the reader "should" be like since it doesn't really give me a "plot" to work with, just a blank "character," if you understand what I'm getting at. Sorry if this is at all unclear.

That said, when I originally said you could address characters directly (in this post), perform actions and get them to respond, or give them information or a query to react to, I am open to writing Rhian or Rafal responding to a friend-like gesture or a what-if of some kind, say, what if a reader gave Rhian and Rafal a gift as a friend. This would give me enough specificity to more easily work with.

It's just that I don't plan on representing the asker/reader as anything much further beyond an entity, as if they were the bringer of content/information or the doer of a deed.

In a lot of cases, a typical response might take a form like this:

What would happen if I/you/the reader did/gave/said [this] to the brothers?

And the response would be the aftermath of that action/prompt, usually, written more passively, so as not to involve the reader/asker/doer/whomever:

Q: What would happen if Agatha were given a bouquet?

A: She would sneeze because of her pollen allergies.

Or, alternatively, an answer might look like this:

A: Agatha: [sneezes] Thank you for the flowers, but I'm afraid I'm going to hand them off to Sophie instead. She will appreciate them more than I could.

So, in conclusion, you could "do" something, essentially, perform an action/impart a (potentially dramatic) piece of information, but I won't usually take requests the type of relationship you're requesting. Yet, feel free to send another ask, if you have anything in mind that I might actually write.

For further clarification, what you could probably expect to get from a non-reader request is something with more focus on the character(s) involved and their reaction to an item/action/question posed. This would mean the focus inherently won't be on the doer of the action (the reader/asker) whether it's on themselves, as a person, or on a relationship with the canon characters.

Overall, I simply don't plan on establishing new relationships with non-canon characters in the case of asks, and I'll only tend to work with new events/novel scenarios/prompts, involving existent characters and relationships.

Most likely, I'll try to keep to some form of canon (or if specified, my fics), as far as characterization or relationships go, depending on what an ask requires. While I think the idea of the brothers having a best friend is sweet, it doesn't really fit with my (very subjective) sense of their characters. Albeit, Rhian might be open to having a friend outside of Rafal.

So, to sum this up: I don't (usually) take formal writing requests or those involving a reader, and I'm sorry if I had ever been misleading about this before. (When I wrote dialogue or scripted scenes for other prompts, it was because I was given a premise/writing prompt that actually contained a "plot"/inciting incident/central concept of some kind, and chose to make the characters respond to events/information/other content within what I interpreted, sort of, to be the bounds of canon or the particular hypotheticals.)

None of my previous asks have been complete stories (they tend to be scenes or snippets) like the nature of this request seems to suggest(?), and I'm tempted to say this is because a relationship is a state of being, not a singular event, and such a thing could require much more development or the invention of a self-insert's "character." Also, honestly, I'm not an expert on reader-inserts as a genre, so I might not be the ideal person to ask.

However, again, if you would like to perform an action or give me dialogue of some kind, addressed to the brothers, I'd (usually) be willing to let Rafal and/or Rhian or anyone else from canon respond to such a gesture or events, if the gesture isn't by you or another hypothetical person with a major role.

So, apologies again, but I don't plan on taking requests that involve readers in the vast majority of cases, yet what I will write are Rhian and Rafal (or other characters) responding to concrete things or scenarios, usually in the context of their already-existent relationships, unless they otherwise happened to meet someone from canon they did not previously know.

Basically, these conditions would exclude a new, blank-slate relationship since I can't be absolutely sure what a reader-insert should be like, to successfully align with an asker's tastes, and simply don't have an interest in writing this type of dynamic at the moment.

Finally, if you or anyone else would like me to clarify anything they didn't understand (sorry if anything was explained too circularly), or if anyone has more questions on what I am generally willing or not willing to write, please don't hesitate to ask!

#school for good and evil #rise of the school for good and evil #fall of the school for good and evil #sge #sfgae #the school for good and evil #tsfgae #rotsge #rotsfgae #fotsge #fotsfgae #my post #ask #announcement

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prideoftheknights · 2 years

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Literature Impasse — 文学隘路【Chapter 8】

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translation under the cut!

Tsuzuru: ......

I'm not looking at or hearing the sights and sounds around me, nothing else matters, and all I can think about is the story that exists in my head.

When I clarify what I want to write, I suddenly feel nervous and I can't seem to calm down. I don't want to lose a single word that comes into my mind. I can't keep up with typing on the keyboard.

In the whole world, the story exists only in my mind right now. Only here. If I die now, this story and these lines will decay without being written by anyone else.

I'm always worried until the last moment whether I'll be able to finish writing it.

Even if I could, would I be able to convey my words properly to someone other than myself? It could all be overturned and destroyed in an irreversible collapse that I'm not yet aware of.

But I can't stop. Whenever I notice that I feel insecure or anxious, it seems to all blow away and I can't stop myself from writing. It's an uplifting feeling, and I feel like I can do anything.

I'm sure I'll face this story over and over, just to savour this moment.

Tsuzuru: ......

(I can concentrate. I'm sure I'm able to continue like this until it's complete.)

Kappa: ……?

Kappa?

Tsuzuru: Ah, yes. The continuation of your story. I'll make sure you and Taro meet again.

Kappa: Kappa!

Masumi: Time's up.

Tsuzuru: ...I wrote it.

I wrote it, Masumi.

Masumi: ......Yeah. Good for you.

Syu: ......

Tsuzuru: .......

Syu: Hm...

Tsuzuru: Yes?

Syu: What's with this ikemen kappa? The role is assigned to me, but why a kappa in the first place?

Tsuzuru: Actually, the kappa appeared in the very first script I wrote in life…… My first script was my starting point, and I have very important memories of it.

This kappa character is also very important to me.

I had the irresistible urge to write a story about his growth and reunion with his best friend Taro.

Besides that, I thought it would be very interesting if that kappa grew up to be as cool as Otomiya-san......

Syu: So you're saying that this is a spin-off of the first work the great Minagi-sensei wrote when he was in elementary school.

Tsuzuru: Ermm, well... Yes.

(Once again, it's a very personal work.…… It's impossible for Otomiya-san's troupe to use it for their new production.……)

Syu: You're hired. Please finish a proper script by the deadline.

Tsuzuru: ...Huh?

Syu: What's with that expression?

Tsuzuru: Are you sure about this? Why......

Syu: I could tell this was what you wanted to write. That's what I ordered.

Tsuzuru: That's true, but…. What I wrote was really personal......

Syu: Writers need that kind of ego, you know.

I didn't like the fact that the previous plot was so obviously based on my tastes, and that there was a hint of Hakkaku-san's style in it.

Did you really think you could compete with a half-baked script? How many years do you think I've been following Hakkaku-san's scripts?

Tsuzuru: I'm sorry......

Syu: I told you before. You've got something that Hakkaku-san doesn't, so be proud of it.

Hakkaku-san would never have chosen a kappa as the main character. This is, without a doubt, your own story.

Tsuzuru: Thank you very much.

I was lost in various ways when dealing with Otomiya-san's request this time, but once again, I feel like I've realised something important.

Syu: If you're going to be a professional, who you are as a writer may waver from now on.

There'll come a time when we may even doubt what we have confidence in right now.

But every time you do, remember. You must cherish the things that only you can write and that are unique to you.

Tsuzuru: I understand.

Syu: By the way, you're not allowed to stay up all night when you write the script for this performance.

Tsuzuru: ...Roger that.

Tsuzuru: ...And, done.

(Okay, I'll work on it again tomorrow morning and send the first draft to Otomiya-san.)

……Whew. It's still too early to go to bed, might as well go out and feel the breeze for a bit.

Tsuzuru: (Next up would be the script for the Spring Troupe's ninth performance.)

(Maybe the director will tell me that I can write about any theme I want.)

(When Otomiya-san told me that, I felt lost and pressured, but now……)

Izumi: Tsuzuru-kun?

I was just on my way to your room to bring you a cup of tea, but here you are.

Tsuzuru: Sorry for the trouble.

Izumi: That refreshed expression, could it be......

Tsuzuru: I finished writing it safely.

Izumi: Congrats! Well then, on the occasion of this, please do have the cup of tea.

Tsuzuru: Thank you for the drink.

Earlier, I was just thinking about the script for the Spring Troupe's ninth performance…….

Izumi: You just finished a script but there's no time to rest, huh.

If what I wanted you to write about for your lead role was...... Then, would you be stumped right now?

Tsuzuru: No, I'd be okay. For this too, I'd start by writing my script similarly to that of an essay.

I want to remember and engrave this experience of mine to heart as I try to make a living being a writer.

Izumi: I see.

Tsuzuru: ......

???: "Hmm..."

Mad Hatter: "In the stories you write, even time is a story. I, who observe and tell it, am also a story. Everything in this world is a story."

Tsuzuru: ……Maybe it is.

Izumi: ......Tsuzuru-kun? What's wrong?

Tsuzuru: No, it's nothing. I just had a bit of an occupational hazard......

Izumi: ?

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boliv-jenta · 2 years

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Apologies for the wait again my dear @micheleamidalajedi My brain didn't want to co-operate then I got all nervous about doing something I don't know anything about. After some googling I came up with this. I haven't proof read it because I will talk myself out of posting it. I hope it's okay. Thank you for your patience.

Alex Law x reader.

This was the third time this week he had come in to the restaurant. Business wasn't exactly booming so it was easy to keep track of faces. A high end vegan restaurant is kind of a tough sell in this economy, maybe it would have sold better to the hip crowd in London.

"You can serve him." Christine all but shoved you from behind the bar.

"Why me? I'm busy!" The glasses you were putting back on the shelf almost went tumbling as she dragged you away to steer you towards him.

"I've served him twice. Mark's served him once. He's just a bit..callous. I don't think he thinks before he speaks, he just wants what he wants. Definitely new money, probably just excited to spend it but it's a pain in the arse." He explained hurriedly under her breath.

"Oh, well, then of course I'll serve him!" You huffed back.

"You really haven't noticed have you? The way he waits until you are close to his table to leave so he can say goodbye? The way his eyes follow you? He likes you!" She looks shocked that it hadn't occurred to you.

When you look over at his table he is indeed smiling at you. Your hand comes up of it's own accord to give him a little wave. Christine glares at you, her point proven.

"Fine. I'll serve him." You concede.

"Good evening, Sir. Thank you for dining with us. Would you like to hear tonight's specials?" You slip into you script.

"No, thank you. I know exactly what I would like to have..." he wants what wants, you could see Christine's problem. He was polite, said 'please' after every request. Most of his order was pretty standard, very popular starter and main, it was the desert that caught your attention "....and for desert I would like the Decadence D’Or Cupcake please." The Decadence D’Or Cupcake was created by chef, Olivier Dubreuil at the Palazzo in Vegas. Like you would expect from something created in Vegas it was completely over the top. Made from Venezuela’s rare Porcelana Criollo bean, topped with Tahitian Gold Vanilla Caviar and edible gold flakes. It also includes Louis XIII de Remy Martin Cognac and comes in a hand blown sugar Fleur-de-Lis. Each cupcake cost £500! Your rent for the month!

"Very good choices, Sir. Can I get you anything while you wait?" You tapped at your iPad as you spoke. Instantly sending his order to the kitchen.

"No...but could I ask you a question? I'm Alex by the way." He held out his hand, you shook it and gave him your name, tapping your name tag as you did.

It was a little usual but he was one of two customers here tonight so there was no trouble in indulging him. "Sure."

His smile widened. "Which of the following figures do you most closely identify: Joan of Arc, Eva Braun, or Marilyn Monroe?"

"Well that is a question and a half!" You jaw had dropped slightly.

"I find it helps to get to know people and I'd like to get to know you." His smile was almost shy, despite him coming off as the most confident man in the world. It looked charming on his handsome face.

Your answer was interrupted by his order being ready. A simple salad took the three chefs working no time to prepare. When you returned he thanked you before looking up expectantly.

"If I give you an answered, will you promise not push for an explanation?" If he wasn't already intrigued but you those words had him hooked. The journalist in him smelled a story. Pushing that instinct down he reassured you he wouldn't.

"Joan of Arc." You replied with smirk. It was a little twisted, your own private joke about your scars. The burns that littered your arms, chest and neck, were covered by your dress.

Alex ate his starter and main conversing with you when he could. When you brought his eye wateringly expensive desert out he asked another question. "Have you tried it?"

"No." You laughed. "They are a little out of my price range."

Picking up the knife on the table he quickly sliced it in two. "You should. Join me?"

Looking around, trying to gauge if you would get in trouble you realised that that other customer had left, your colleagues were now all gathered at the serving window, watching intently. As you slowly slipped into the chair opposite Alex, they all gave you the thumbs up. The cupcake was excellent. Moist and flavourful. The best part was Alex's face it lit up joyfully. He savoured every bite. It made you smile.

It was then you decide to write your number on his receipt. He called the next day and the next time you ate together, your weren't the one serving. You talked about anything and everything. Alex was smart, witty, endlessly curious. He was also sweet and respectful. He never comment led on your clothing. Everything you wore had a high neck and long sleeves. You'd long since tired of the gawking of strangers. Even when he had eventually stayed over, he hadn't made a deal of your scars or the story behind them. Even though you knew his mind itched with questions.

The next morning, you stood looking out of the window with your coffee in your hand. Alex came out of the bathroom to see you standing there, bathed in the light. He was wearing his clothes from last night, you had thrown on a tank top.

"May I?" His hand hover over your arm. You weren't sure what he was asking but you nodded anyway. His finger tips gently traced the uneven skin. You gasped at the tenderness. His feather light touch sent shivers up your spine. It had been years since you had be touched with such care and reverence. It made your heart swell.

"I know it's none of my business and you probably tire of questions about them but I think you are truly stunning. You shouldn't feel the need to hide." As if to emphasise his point his lips trailed behind his fingers. He placed kisses all the way up your arms and back. They were soft yet firm, full of meaning. You are beautiful, believe me. He was right, of course. You shouldn't have covered up just for a quite life. If people wanted to stare, it said more about them than about you.

The weather was warming, so once Alex left you went out to buy yourself some summer dresses. When your wore one that night, his lips return to your exposed skin. "I'm proud of you. You should never let anything hold you back from living life the way you want to live it." That very much seemed to be Alex out look on life. You started spend all your free time together. Yet you still hadn't been to Alex's place. He put it down to his roomate David 'having a hard time.' Not wanting to pry you didn't mention it again. Alex stayed at your place only going back to his when he needed. Like now, you sat on your couch, flicking through the channels finally settling on The Crystal Maze, while you waited.

A hurried knock at your door, drew your attention. Opening it you found Alex outside with two suitcase. "How to do you feel about Rio?"

#alex law shallow grave #fic request

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denimbex1986 · 4 months

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'On a recent winter day in New York when the sun was shining, Andrew Scott rushed into a coffee shop between recording sessions for an upcoming series.

"I'm scheduled tighter than a teenage pop star," he said, beaming.

The interview had been postponed once, and the location was switched at the last minute to save Scott some time in traffic. But he sat down fully engaged and eager to start talking. Immediately, though, a passerby tapped on the storefront glass and asked for a photo. Scott, without a grumble, sprinted out to oblige, even though the gesture seemed more like a command ("You're under arrest," joked Scott) than a polite request.

Scott, the 47-year-old Irish actor, is in demand like never before. That's partly due to accrued good will. A regular presence on stage in the West End, Scott is known to many as the "Hot Priest" of "Fleabag" or the cunning Moriarty of "Sherlock." Soon, he'll play Tom Ripley in the Netflix series "Ripley," adapted from the Patricia Highsmith novel.

But the real reason Scott's time is short right now is Andrew Haigh's new film, "All of Us Strangers." In it, Scott plays a screenwriter working on a script about his childhood. The film is gently poised in a metaphysical realm; when Adam (Scott) returns to his childhood home, he finds his parents (Claire Foy, Jamie Bell) as they were before they died many years earlier.

At the same time, the movie, loosely adapted from Taichi Yamada's 1987 book "Strangers," balances a budding romance with a neighbor ( Paul Mescal ), a relationship that unfolds with profound reverberations of family, intimacy and queer life. In a dreamy, longing ghost story, Scott is its aching, shimmering soul.

"The challenge of it was to try to go to that place but not gild the lily too much," Scott says. "As an actor, I have to be in touch with that playful side of myself and that part of you that's childish. I was actually quite struck by how vulnerable I looked in the film."

Scott's acutely tender performance has made him a contender for the Academy Awards. He was named best actor by the National Society of Film Critics. At the Golden Globes on Sunday (Scott wore a white tux and t-shirt), he was nominated for best actor in a drama.

Scott has long admired actors like Anthony Hopkins, Judi Dench and Meryl Streep – performers with a sense of humor who, he says, "are able to understand what you feel and what you present." Scott, too, is often funny on screen (see Lena Dunham's medieval romp "Catherine Called Birdy" ). And even in quiet moments, he seems to be buzzing inside at some discreet frequency. Something is always going on under the surface.

He's been acting since he was young; drama classes were initially a way to get over shyness. Scott's first film role came at age 17. He has often spoken about seeking to maintain a childlike perspective in acting. In that way, "All of Us Strangers" is particularly fitting. On Adam's trips home, he sort of morphs back into the child he was. In one scene, he wears his old pajamas and crawls into bed with his parents.

"So many of the things that are required of you as an actor are a sense of humor and some ability to be able to put yourself in a situation. Because it's all down to imagination," says Scott. "For me, that's the thing you need to keep. That's the thing – because I started out when I was young – I don't want to move too far away from. Like when kids go, 'OK, you be this and I'll be this.' That ability doesn't leave us. What does leave us is a lack of self-consciousness. Our job is to hold on to that."

Haigh, the British filmmaker of "45 Years" and "Weekend," began thinking of Scott for the role early on. They met and talked through the script for a few hours.

"He's a similar generation to me. He's a tiny bit younger than me, but he's from the same generation," says Haigh. "He understands that experience."

Scott came out publicly in 2013, but his natural inclination is to be private. "I feel like I've given so much of myself in the film, you think you don't want to give it all away," he says. He describes "All of Us Strangers" – which Haigh shot partly in his childhood home – as personal, but not autobiographical in its depiction of the alienation that can linger after coming out.

"Mercifully, I feel very comfortable for the most part. But it stays with you that pain, and it actually makes you more compassionate, I think. Because we shot in Andrew's childhood home, that sort of threw down the gauntlet in relation to how much of his own personality he was giving," says Scott. "I wanted it to be sort of unadorned, unarmored and raw. That's why I think there's such tenderness in the film."

Scott has sometimes recoiled from how sexuality is talked about the media and in Hollywood. He recently said the phrase "openly gay" should be done away with. As of late December, Scott hadn't yet watched "All of Us Strangers" with his parents, though he planned to.

"The best way to express it is to say I'll be very sensitive to how they watch it and how they feel about it, and how it makes me feel them watching it," Scott says.

The tenderness in the film is also owed in part to Scott's chemistry with Mescal. On-screen chemistry is an amorphous quality that the film industry has long tried to turn into a science with camera tests and marketing that flirts with real-life romance.

But for Scott, it's something different. He and Phoebe Waller-Bridge had chemistry, overwhelmingly, in "Fleabag," but that didn't have anything to do with sexual attraction. Pinpointing that quality is something Scott pondered during Simon Stephens and Sam Yates' recent staging of Chekhov's "Uncle Vanya" at the National Theater. Scott played all eight roles, meaning he essentially had to have chemistry with himself.

"Chemistry isn't just about sexual chemistry. It's something to do with listening, and I think it's something to do with playfulness," Scott says. "Your ability to listen to someone and take note of what someone is doing is chemistry. You have to wait and see what the other actor is doing."

A few moments later, Scott will have to rush out just as quickly as he arrived. But before that, he leaned back, naturally lit by the winter sun, and pondered whether "All of Us Strangers," in the nakedness of his performance, had taken him somewhere he hadn't before been as an actor.

"Yeah, I think so," said Scott. "Or else to return to something that perhaps I've been before."'

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starsworns · 6 months

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#STARSWORN —But the hellebores did not have to mean anything in particular, as I stood there admiring their tenacity: I simply wanted them to continue being themselves, and for myself to learn a little, just a little, of their endurance.

An indie and highly selective roleplay blog for Felix Iskander Escellun from Fictif's Last Legacy. Portrayal is headcanon-based. Currently a sideblog so I cannot follow back unless we are mutuals on my hub! Please note that triggering themes will be present on this blog; topics such as death & trauma are among the most prevalent. Written by Hawk !

affiliates: @sanctissimx

A brilliant, cryptic but lazy mage with an affinity for necromancy...

RULES:

25+ // mst .

01. feel free to send me IMs if you want to plot or talk about the muses . due to my demanding schedule i am extremely low activity . i require patience and understanding from my mutuals , although most of my mutuals are friends anyways .

i may post oocly on the dash but i am often working sun-thurs. i am almost always available for chatting even if i am not rping . I have discord available upon request if you want to reach me on the regular . i curate my space often but please do not be deterred from reaching out & starting a conversation . i am actually quite shy but once we get talking i am your jester fr .

NOTHING on here is owned by me unless stated otherwise . the psds i am currently using for icons/graphics are self -made or by these talented people :

FOSSAED , CAVALIERFOU , ASHHEARTSHELPS , etc .

i always check mun info when reading rules / looking at blogs !

PERSONALS PLEASE DO NOT REBLOG MY POSTS .

02. this blog is considered MUTALS ONLY . If we are mutuals , always free to reply to my open starters or ask memes ( preferably on a new post ) . If you think i have lost a post , feel free to shoot me an IM and ask ! i always tag my partner's url too .

03. THIS BLOG MAY HOLD TRIGGERING TOPICS AND SPOILERS .

such as but not exclusive to : Violence / Gore / Trauma / Language , etc . due to the nature of some of the content my character is from . i , as a mun , of course DO NOT ADVOCATE for the behavior of my character or others or my fandom on top of that . i try to keep to my own corner really . this applies to general rpc happenings , too .

threads of an explicit or dark nature should be pretty common so beware , however i have my limits . i have NO time for r*cism , p*dophila , inc*st , r*pe , or lgbt fetishizing / homophobia . if you ask or present me with it , i WILL block you .

I will always tag NSFW for images / gifs / threads . anything else that is potentially triggering will have a TW after it . i don't do fancy tags for triggering content so you will be safe here , just ask me to tag something if it's reasonable .

i also refuse to participate in mature threads with minors or follow them . in fact, even if this blog content is 18+, I will only interact with rpers who are 21+.

04 . I don't require my partner to match the length of my replies . i am always open to general script rp to start our interactions , too ! i don't mind if you do or don't format posts , i don' t judge !

concerning RP , multis please specify which muse you would like to interact with when sending in memes or liking starter calls . unfortunately i am not a mind reader and i'm inclined to panic and inevitably not answer someone's rp if i don't know who they want to interact with .

i'm always down for forming / establishing many kinds of relationships if we have agreed to it beforehand . I don't mind one sided shipping either . regarding MCs , i only ask that we discuss what route / dynamic we both want before assuming to auto-ship with me .

I also reserve the right to my interpretation of a character. I don't operate on fanon 80% of the time, so please understand if I have a different perspective of Felix than maybe you do.

#pinned .#dni .

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crushsung · 7 months

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#CRUSHSUNG: ind. original character roleplay blog. written by dillon; twenty-five, they/them, lesbian. triggering themes will be present. mutuals only, minors do not interact.

a study in: fallen angels, gifted child burnout, alter egos, the obsessed artist, desire to be great or nothing, self-destruction, self-mythologizing, reinvention, reclaiming your own narrative.

LINKS: verses. headcanons. playlist. pinterest. interest tracker. OTHER BLOG(S): praybird. nepoboyfriend. visceraldose.

RULES:

triggering content will be present, including but not limited to themes involving past emotional abuse/domestic violence, child neglect/exploitation, implied grooming, and substance use. none of these subjects will be written in graphic detail, but are prevalent in alice's story. i will tag whatever i can, but please use your own discretion if you decide to follow.

i do not have a ton of triggers myself, but i do ask that others please tag images of snails, slugs, and any content involving self harm.

i'm open to writing n.sfw content if we have (heavily) plotted and know each other fairly well, but i'd prefer to keep anything of an explicit nature on disc.ord. sexual content may be implied here and there, but won't be written graphically here.

iconless, mostly. sometimes not. not particular focused on visual aesthetic at the moment; i keep formatting fairly simple, but feel free to do whatever works best for you.

a little bit about me: hi, i'm dillon. aspiring screenwriter, gothic horror enthusiast, would-be hamlet impersonator, best friend of snoopy, and many other things. i've been working on a tv script featuring alice and several other characters for some time now. i have insomnia so i'm often here at odd hours. mutuals are always welcome to bother me, either here or on disc.ord (available on request!)

TEMPORARY BIO:

name. alice hélène brennan. nicknames/alias. known professionally as liddell. allie/ally or liss to select friends and partners. lissy to her mother. gender. cis woman. pronouns. she/her. birthday. august 30. age. verse dependent, 24+ in main. sexuality. bisexual, closeted. a lot of speculation and debate about this amongst the fans and media, many claim that she's dropped 'hints' in her work, but she's never confirmed or denied anything. parents. celine bouchard and owen brennan. siblings. leo brennan and nolan brennan. current location. manhattan, new york. birthplace. vancouver, british columbia. spoken languages. english (fluent), french (fluent). education. high school graduate. homeschooled from 9th to 12th grade. occupation. former musician. current poet/novelist. later film composer. faceclaim. daisy edgar-jones (main), stacy martin (alt), mackenzie davis (older) voiceclaim. riley keough. eye colour. brown. hair colour. brown. body type. slim build. height. 5'6" scent. bergamot, jasmine, honey, sea breeze, sandalwood. typically wears aegea blossom eau de parfum by aerin. tattoos/piecings. see board. personality. abrasive, distant, passionate, protective, stoic, thoughtful.

everybody knows you. nobody knows you. you don't let them.

they know versions of you - some that you allow, some that they crafted on their own. the child prodigy. a household name before you were in high school. something special, at least for awhile. before things got twisted, before you lost control of the narrative. you didn't really want any of that to begin with, but they insisted. mom and dad. crafty social climbers.

mom and dad. they might be the two people who know you the least. they never really wanted you to begin with, but you were useful. a means to an end. they split up eventually, because of course, nothing like that ever lasts. you often wonder if they ever loved each other. you know for certain that they didn't love you.

dad's got a new family now. you don't talk to them, or him. mom still calls, sometimes she visits. you always feel so guilty whenever she's around.

you don't make music anymore, but your name is still in the headlines. most of it's about your personal life. they always loved that stuff. your first kiss was documented - remember that? it made you feel sick after, how a private moment was taken and made public for everyone to see. you've never had a relationship that wasn't on display.

maybe that's why it didn't work with adam. it never felt like he was just yours or that you were just his. he loved you, or at least you think he did. but you didn't really know how to love him back. you let him go, even though it hurt. because you're a heartbreaker, or so they say.

or maybe it's that you're too damaged to be known. roy did a number on you. you still think about him sometimes, even though it's been years. you see his face everywhere. they play his songs in grocery stores. the worst part of all this, despite all he put you through, is that he might very well be the person who knew you the best. it was four years, after all. (it was longer than four years, but you aren't supposed to say that.) roy said a lot of things that weren't true about you, but some of them were. you were cruel, callous. he made you that way. you don't know how to unmake yourself.

SUMMARY:

alice - better known by her stage name 'liddell' - is a recognizable figure. famous since she was 13, once hailed as a child prodigy, several award winning albums.

has twin half-brothers, 16 years her junior, named leo and nolan on her father's side. doesn't have much of a relationship with them, only sees them on special occasions.

had a relationship with another musician and producer - roy taylor, you might know him too - since she was 18, ended when she was 22. emotionally fraught, sometimes abusive relationship. messy breakup. he had quite a few unflattering things to say about her in the end. the general public sided with him on that. she left the music industry shortly after.

also previously dated adam roswell - frontman of a punk band called blemishes. fans and press gave him the nickname 'nepo boyfriend', due to the supposed 'career boost' that came with being associated with her.

currently writes poetry and fiction. has published a poetry collection titled 'crush songs' - well reviewed, decent sales, but nowhere near the numbers she had as musician. currently working on a novel about the complex relationship between a young woman and her father - semi-autobiographical.

undiagnosed autism. special interests are ... well, as a teenager, she carried around dog-eared paperback copy of hamlet and jeff buckley's album grace on cassette tape everywhere she went. it's that serious. also likes architecture and interior design - specifically hotels. she has a bucket list of places to visit.

primarily smokes hand-rolled cigarettes. picked it up from a pretentious fuck she had a crush on when she was 15. it's pointless, but she just likes it now. will smoke store bought if it's what's available.

INFLUENCES: beth harmon, the queen's gambit (2020 miniseries). camille preaker, sharp objects (novel and 2018 miniseries). daisy jones, daisy jones and the six (novel and 2023 miniseries). her smell (2018). marianne sheridan, normal people (novel and 2020 miniseries). sally draper, mad men (2007-2015). sydney barrett, legion (2017-2019). the music of jeff buckley. the music of lucy dacus. the public image/media perception of taylor swift.

#pinned.#dni.

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bylightofdawn · 1 year

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I managed to survive another day of work though for a while there I wasn't sure that was going to happen. I also discovered this sizeable fraud trend with this fraudster submitting the same docs across different accts with hi same but differing SSN's. I am not kidding when I said I had to go through like 20+ orders checking if the ID submitted as the same one. Thankfully most were marked for fraud due to the correlated fraud on the name but four absolute braintrust agents signed off on that shit and I had to close 4 accts at like 9:30. So I didn't get off till like 10:15.

Bro these meds are fucking with me so hard. Today I've had blurry vision all day long. Which is apparently a known side effect of the meds. Combine that with my weird balance issues, the bought of random dizziness and light-headedness and I'm just ready to throw in the towel and request my doc sends a different script with hopefully less side effects.

Which at this point I feel like a record on repeat with my whinging.

In other news I got approved for a Playstation credit card so I'm going to purchase the MWII PS5 when it comes in the mail. I was TRYING to get it taken care of now because PlayStation has this amazing special of them giving a 125 account credit if you spend 500+ but that special is expiring today which is sad cause that was a nice little rebate. But....it is what it is. I just hope the MWII bundle doesn't go up in price. I'm mainly getting that because it has the game and that's like what? 65 bucks?

I'm high key hoping the games I bought through the PlayStation store on my PS4 will transfer to the PS5 but I'm not too hopeful. I know my Borderlands 3 copy will. Not sure about Tiny Tina's assault on dragon keep.

A part of me is concerned about getting a new credit card but I COULD have used affirm and paid out over 6 months but those loans always stress me out. I did it for my last two Hot Toys purchases and was able to make the payments on time but I just stress all the same.

And this playstation card is only being used for this purchase. I might add Jedi Survivor since I don't think it's going on sale any time soon and holy shit the second market on PS5 games is a scam. A used MWII was like 55 bucks so ten dollars off the new version of the game. Ya'll are tripping.

And in other, other news I am still super bored with my hair. I've been watching too many Brad Mando videos and this one DIY YTber who has the most gorgeous hair that kinda ranges from a super pale gray with a hint of lavender to a more steel lavender color. It's gorgeous. I have also never bleached my hair aside from getting some highlights.

But I was kinda pinteresting and found a couple of stunning examples that I kinda want to try out

This is like a silvery ashy gray but there's a dark purple shadow root which looks awesome but I'd prolly be better off going to something closer to my natural color.

Not to that extreme and I'm not even sure a shadow root is a thing you can do on a pixie like mine. But it definitely evokes something in me.

It's not so extreme either though a lot of work places don't care about crazy hair color, especially call centers and if I had to in a pinch I'm sure I could go to the hair dresser and just have them tone to a pale ash gray. And honestly? I've never seen myself as a blonde. I'll prolly have to go see Juan about the vinyl decals so I might stop my old boss's sister's hair salon which is attached to the shop Juan took over.

I am not in a rust to get this done but I am super strongly considering it.

Okay I am closing out tumblr and I'm going to work on this damned fic. Not chance in hell it gets finished tonight but any progress I can make is something that inches me closer to completion.

#life of el #this is a very rambling post

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m0chaminx · 2 years

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'' This is why we can't have nice things ''

with Kingo. Maybe she's breaking things due to stress/argument.

Oh my god, this is perfect. I kinda twisted it so its kinda funnier but still a argument thing, hope you like it :)

*•.¸♡Request: '' This is why we can't have nice things '' with Kingo. Maybe she's breaking things due to stress/argument.

*•.¸♡Prompt : '' This is why we can't have nice things ''

*•.¸♡𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 : Argument, small cut (not SH), Swearing, Probably the cutest Kingo yet

*•.¸♡Paring : Kingo x F!Human Reader

*•.¸♡𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 : You get sick of Kingo going to Nakita every two minutes.

*•.¸♡Words: 770

A/N : The reader knows Kingo is an Eternal

You loved Kingo more than anything, no one could deny that, but sometimes that man gets on your nerves. He would be away for weeks to months at a time, sometimes he took the on-screen flirting too far and that made you so frustrated, but he loved acting so you didn't say anything. Until he had to cancel your date, again, just to see his leading lady. Yes, it was for work, or that's how he saw it, but she didn't see it that way.

"Are you going again?" You questioned see Kingo grab his phone off the counter.

"Yeah, Nikita wanted to go over some things," Kingo explained ruffling his hair. "I shouldn't be too long. I'm really sorry, I'll make it up to you later." Kingo pulled you close pressing a kiss to your temple.

"I bet," You mumbled turning the stove off moving the pan away from the heat.

"You alright dear?" Kingo asked brushing the hair from your eyes trailing his fingers over your cheek. You sighed turning to the sink to rinse the utensils you were using. "I know I'm cancelling date night, I promise it's the last time." You scoffed letting out a dry chuckle as you used a hand towel to wipe your hands.

"You said that last time, and the time before, and before that, and the time before that," You dropped the towel on the edge of the sink smoothing it out. "Y'know Kingo it's the third time this month and god knows how many times last time." Your words came out with no real emotion and you stared at the sink picking at the end of a wooden spoon. "I cant Kingo. I know you think Nakita just needs help, but she's smart and talented enough to read a god damn script!" The last words were harsher than you expected and the spoon in your hands snapped, cutting edge of your finger. Kingo rushed to you grabbing the towel and wrapping it around your finger.

''Jesus Y/N/N. This is why we can't have nice things," Kingo mumbled tossing the spoon away, a very small smile tugging at his lips. Kingo held your face in your free hand and his stomach dropped, his throat tightened and he swore he heard his heart shatter. You were crying, you were crying because of him. He didn't even have a second thought as he wrapped his arms around you pulling you to his chest letting the tears drop onto his shirt. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." Kingo kept repeating his words and your breathing just sped up your hands gripping his shirt.

"No, I'm sorry, it's a work thing- I shouldn't have-" You hiccupped through your sentence, trying to calm your breathing. Kingo shook his head moving to kneel in front of you keeping a hold of your hands.

"Don't you fucking dare, don't apologize. I just got so caught up in myself and I just," Kingo stopped to take a breath and kiss your knuckles. "There's no fucking excuse." Kingo stood back up leading you to the couch crouching down as you took a seat. "How about we eat ice cream and cookies and candy and whatever else I find, and we can watch that new series you like?"

You smiled at Kingo pulling him closer into a kiss. "That sounds really nice."

"I know it doesn't fix it, and I promise ill try- but it's a start right?" Kingo let out a nervous chuckle.

"It's a start," You confirmed brushing his hair back. Kingo's phone rang and he rolled his eyes. He quickly took it out immediately hanging up on Nakita. He scrolled through his contacts for a moment until he found Karun's name.

"Hey Karun, can you call Nakita and tell her just to read the goddamn script," Kingo said passive-aggressively and a small chuckle left your lips. "Thank you, I'll see you soon. Okay bye." Kingo hung up and quickly used his powers to blow up his phone.

You chuckled looking up at him with a quirky smile, "'This is why we can't have nice things, '' You teased your eyes flicking to his phone.

"Haha, your so funny. I just, tonight's about you" Kingo teased tossing his phone on the table. "I'll grab food and-" Kingo clicked his fingers staring at you with a huge smile, "-You grab all the pillows, blankets, whatever, and we can make a fort."

You giggled at him tugging him into your arms, "In a minute, just hug me please."

"Anything for you lovely, " Kingo smiled pressing a kiss to your forehead.

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fleurlia · 3 years

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here is part two of this.

[7:13 pm] for all the phases you have been through in the past few months, all of them were disastrous. a couple of months after jeno has told you about his proposal karina and he appears with new rings, explaining to everyone how both just choose to make things more swiftly and not wait until graduation.

you already knew it but that didn't stop you from spending at least twenty minutes crying pathetically in the ladies' room.

certainly when you thought things couldn't get any worse, believe me, they did. you were convinced for the moment karina asked you to help her choose the dress. again, you couldn't blame anyone against yourself.

renjun and donghyuck stood next to you, holding their laughs as she was asking for help in the most loving way. just for when she was gone the duo were shouting loud and attempting to comfort your poor heart. following that, you saw yourself sat there watching karina trying on more than a thousand wedding dresses, for getting married to the love of your life.

it would be easier to hate her if she was a bitch and 20% less attractive. you thought.

and talking about him, you couldn't even hold his gaze without looking weepy and bitter. your friendship existed only by devices, which you believed would be turned off the moment he said yes to her.

after a year of planning and torture, the big day has arrived and even though you have created every possible excuse, none seemed good enough to not going to your best friend's wedding. including a sweet smile, your mom comforted you as you got ready for the wedding, holding up tears and making yourself at least looking attractive on the worst day of your life. you asked more than once for your mother to be merciful and to fake an accident but she keeps telling you how could you get over it if you didn't see "the dead body".

instructed to stay at least a few minutes late, you made everything possible to be delayed. not wanting to arrive and have to deal with the reception and face the bride and groom. not craving to deal with the fact that if you held more than five seconds alone with jeno, you would presumably tell him the truth that was stuck in your throat. then when you arrive everyone was already at the ceremony, your entry causing a small noise that drew attention. jeno's eyes catching yours immediately.

the couple looking supremely beautiful, like always. the dress that karina and you have picked just not fits her but makes everyone around her look poorly ugly. oh my god, i hate myself so much. that was the only thing going through your mind.

sitting down next to renjun, he sends you a glance. "it's almost ended, i thought you were not coming."

"as if i were that lucky"

he chuckles but gently takes your hands. even though you said more than a thousand times that you didn't want anyone feeling sorry for you, he tried his best to make things a little better.

while the minutes started to grow, your mind stopped a few more every time that ceremony got close for the "yes". holding up every tear you possess in your body, you almost failed as the old lady next to you smile in your direction and whispered;

"what are you from the groom??"

"i... i am his best friend, since freshman year at college."

"oh, that's why he is looking right here all the time."

quietly you agreed with her, not even daring yourself to look up and catch all of his stares. the moments pass with you staring to anywhere, you couldn't even look at them without feeling your chest squeeze in sharp pain.

"so lee jeno, do you take this woman as your wife to lover her, respect her, and looking for her?"

wishing to not stand there or even existed, you were close to starting to crying but renjun squeezed your hands and all that people heard at next was; "yes, i do."

lee jeno, the love of your life just got married... but it's was not whit you.

later on, — this including the time you spent crying and sobbing in the car — you were supposed to go to the celebration and that's is what you did as a supportive friend.

the first hour was going like a blink, you have to pretend so much happiness that the idea of the newlyweds just got blanked out of your mind. it was the last straw when jeno's sister approached you with a gentle smile, you could feel her pity just by the look on her face and you felt even more miserable when she said it in a low tone: ''i always thought that on a day like today, you would be my new sister.''

that hurt so much.

the rest of the night passed like a blur, a slow and painful blur. you had taken so many pictures and you were sure that you looked ridiculous in the picture with the bride and groom, donghyuck and renjun were there to support you but your false happiness was quickly destroyed by jeno's stares.

almost at the end of the celebration, everyone full of the food and tired from the dancing, people decided it was time for the speeches and in the crowd of invited people you hid behind your friends. if by any chance the universe hated you that much you would be chosen to give some words and you were ready to make a whole speech based on rose's in "love, rosie". it would be tragic.

karina's mother said beautiful words to the couple and praised jeno so much that you at that moment felt happy for him. many relatives passed by, all of them talking about how perfect they were for each other and at end wishing them happiness. you felt like a jealousy bitch at every second.

almost at the end of all your torture, you already agreed that renjun or one of his friends would take you home because you didn't even want to talk, it was the newlyweds' turn to speak. karina sounded so perfectly in love with every word she spoke out. you were thankful to be far away from the couple because your stomach flipped as you watched jeno stand up, straightening his suit and black hair.

you were about to get up and walk away, not wanting to hear about how much he loved her and was grateful to be married to her but after a second thought, you knew you would draw pitying and pitiful glances in your direction.

"i can give you more than a thousand and one reasons about how i ended up here, married to karina." his soft voice echoing throughout the room. "one of them is because sometimes... we don't notice that what we need is right under our noses. sometimes we even notice... but only a few people dare themselves to confess their love to that person.'' at that point nobody else understood where he was getting at with that speech. just like all evening, you didn't attempt to look at him and be unlucky enough to find him also watching you.

''one more reason why we are here, on this particular night, is that maybe i took too long to realize, waited for too long. i wish i could confess this earlier because... deep down i always knew it was you. the love of my life and my best friend.''

something inside of you clicked. back when you started to date, jeno looked you up one day and you fought, he was just being jealous that your then-boyfriend also claimed to be your best friend and you didn't say anything, the point is that he would never call karina his best friend. on that day, both promise never forgets about their besties and never, never calling anyone ''best friend''.

nobody knew about that.

"if... if i could only go back in time... maybe i would tell myself how i should confess to you.'' you looked up, getting his gaze. you stood surprised when you noticed that his eyes were tearing up. ''if only i had known that we would be here today. i never would have let your lips leave mine years ago, on new years'. i never should have walked away. i never should have panicked. i never should have lost all those years without you... because i've realized that no matter where you are or what you're doing, or who you're with, i will always honestly, truly, completely love you.''

you couldn't believe in your damn bad luck.

you couldn't discover what was more pathetically tragic. the fact that karina would watch the video of her wedding in the future and see her husband confessing his love to someone who wasn't her. or the fact that jeno had chosen his wedding day to acknowledge that he loved you.

karina never kissed him on new year's, their first one was in a cinema. only you did, once in your second year as friends. you two never spoke about it.

karina didn't like romantic comedies, she was a literature major and only liked movies that was focussed on classics. you did. you had made jeno watch "love, rosie" so many times that you both knew the script.

with tears rolling down their cheeks, the two of you stared at each other for what seemed like hours. he loved you too. you both now knew about the other's love. inaudibly while you wiped your tears you both agreed that; maybe in another time, another life, we were meant for a happy ending. but not here, not at this moment.

but it didn't matter, only you two knew how much you loved each other and always would.

ok guys, sorry for making this so long and for any mistakes. let me know if you wanted to me doing scenarios, reactions or timestamps or even let my asks open for requests.

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muchalucha-art · 2 years

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Ideas Past (2)

*somehow in all our 'future' stories, Coco Demento always ends up in jail :)

Following on from the previous post...

For various reasons, we didn't pursue the teen novella idea. Mainly due to the fact we had to keep pursuing income-generating projects, and deep down I think we still wanted to work on animation.

But we really liked the 'novella' storyline, and in 2013-14 Lili Chin and myself produced an animated script which also provided the name of this blog 'Mucha Lucha! Para Siempre'. Again, set a few years hence, it centred around an event that brings the entire cast to a class reunion of sorts. We produced an animatic with the original voice cast who graciously lent their awesome talents to the project.

Above are some stills from the animatic. We didn't actually do any formal character designs for this, and I pretty much drew it stream of consciousness and planned to refine the designs later. Which in hindsight was a really smart idea. Since doing this I have been loving the fan art I've been seeing on these pages, and would one day love to incorporate some of the takes I've seen.

I pitched the project to Warner Bros Animation in 2014, but unfortunately - in my personal opinion - there wasn't a lot of love for Mucha Lucha! past or present with the new slate of WBA executives, and revising the series didn't have any appeal to them. I also realized that a project such as this with themes of loss, honor and redemption was out of place in the jokey, satirical-leaning ideas they were developing. And that's in no way a criticism of their output - just an assessment of the attitude then and now.

So the project still exists in animatic form. Despite requests, I can't share it in respect to the actors who lent their services to it: For this reason it needs financial backing for it to be produced. I also don't want to reveal too much, because I would still love to make this happen.

Which leads me to the next post: 'Ideas Present'...

#mucha lucha!#animatic #storyboard #mucha lucha

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I was reading the Chris, Darren acting debate now and while I love them both I respectfully disagree with the nonny on one thing. Chris had a character created for him, based on him, I remember Kevin mentioning the fact he was really shocked when he met Chris the first time and he told him "I'm auditioning for a character written for me". Chris felt Kurt he "knew" Kurt. Darren didn't know Blaine. He was given scarce directions and no reasons for a lot of things Blaine was doing. (continue).

Still me. Also another huge difference is that Chris was not afraid to go to the writers and say "WTF this is not what Kurt would do". Darren had already some TV experience and was desperate to keep the job therefore most of the times he would just say "ok" and do exactly what was requested for him to do. He would go to ask for advice but would not go and say "I don't think Blaine should do this" and being an actress myself I can see why. You don't want to have the writers against you.

Sorry this is becoming really long. Any case, this is also the reason why he put less and less of him in Blaine. He ended up following strictly the script, if he was not ok with a decision (ex. the cheating) he would apologize to the fans but would not go to the writers and complain. Darren can act, he showed it clearly in the Versace series, but Blaine was changed so many times that doing a character work on him was impossible, at that point you can only stick to the script and follow it.

I feel like, when this kind of subject comes up, people's passions truly come out. I think there are these blanket statements made that such as Chris hated glee and that's why his acting was horrible in Season 5 or Season 2 Blaine was just Darren that bring people out to want to defend the more complicated nature of reality.

And I'm not exempt (clearly) I want to jump in there, too, and be like - stop looking at this in black and white, there's a lot of grey you're not taking in account for. It gets us all in a tizzy and we (myself included) end up having the same conversations we've had a dozen times over.

So I feel ya, Nonny. I really do. <3

But just to add my two cents onto your thoughts...

-It's a misnomer that Kurt was 100% created because Chris walked into that room. In the Pilot script, there was a character named Rajeesh who was pretty much Kurt in every way save name (and probably race). After the writers discovered Chris's talent, they reworked an already created character to be more akin to Chris's background.

But this new character Kurt was not a Chris. He, if anything, was Ryan Murphy as a child. Chris, however, because he was in the pilot, and all of the kids were allowed to kind of take the time to establish these characters, was allowed to cultivate his own take on the character. Because he was so background, Chris was allowed freedoms that other characters moving forward did not get.

I just wanted to dispel this myth that Chris walked into the room and 'boom' Kurt was born. It didn't quite work like that - though I understand the sentiment you're going for. <3

-Blaine, however, had a little more focus on him as the character grew. Darren didn't have the luxury of getting to build up Blaine as a background character, or having the lengthy bit of time to work with him before his character popped up on screen and was thrust into the spotlight.

-I may disagree a little that Darren didn't know who Blaine was. I think he did -- I think it was the writers who didn't know what Blaine was going to be and kind of kept trying things out until they settled on the Blaine we got comfortable with from Season 4 onward.

-I think in your second two paragraphs, I may push back on them a little -- because I think you may be painting things with too much of a broad stroke, and while I totally get where you're coming from, I think it's a little more complicated than what you've stated up above. (Please take this in the friendly manner I'm offering and not as an attack on your thoughts or anything <3)

First to consider are Chris and Darren having different personalities. Early on, yes, Chris did stand up for Kurt a lot, because yes, that's who Chris is. But I think it's important to remember that they were often on a smaller level -- like getting a line changed. Chris wasn't able to control major movements for Kurt -- especially the big one that BOTH he and Darren agreed on - not wanting Kurt and Blaine to get married so young.

Meanwhile, like I said before, once Darren settled into playing Blaine, and the writers figured out who he was, he became more consistent. But I think there was a shift after The Break Up. We all know that Darren is a pleaser, and we've all seen him talk about how if he was going back now he'd be a little more vocal about things relating to his character. I can't say how it was before The Break Up, but I get the sense that Blaine cheating, to Darren, took the character in a direction that he didn't have a full handle on anymore. And after that, he went along for the ride without questioning much, because the character ultimately wasn't his, and at the end of the day it's his job, not himself in his own life.

***

I think, as a general thought - not necessarily tied up with this ask, at the end of the day, we don't fully know what was going on because none of us were there, and we don't know these people personally. So, we're never really going to know outside of what the people creating the thing choose to tell us.

And I think it's best to remember -- was Glee perfect? No, it wasn't. And the more you look and study and examine a thing, the more you're going to see the cracks in it. No piece of artwork is going to uphold under such a microscope. These conversations can be fun - but the amount of online wars over it has been ridiculous at best and cumbersome and exhausting at worst.

Sometimes, there's no real answer - we either like the thing or we don't, and we just have to accept that and move on.

#that's how s.o. sees it #thanks for the convo nonny! :)

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Back in December 2016, during a sleepover, my friends and I decided to watch EXO's Chanyeol's most recent movie, "So I Married an Anti-Fan". It effortlessly became one of my favourite movies, so much so that I rewatch it —at least— once a year.

Therefore, when it was first announced that South Korea was going to produce a drama based on the same story, I was thrilled. The feeling only increased when I found out that the male lead was Choi Tae-Joon, whom I loved because of Suspicious Partner. Later (to be more precise, this year), I discovered that the other lead was the one and only Sooyoung from SNSD!

The drama was filmed back in 2018, and it was supposed to air a loooot sooner, but it had a few problems and it finally came out this year. Since I don't like waiting for episodes to come out each week, I waited until it finished airing to watch it... And, today, I finished it!

So, here's my review, fresh out the oven!

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So I Married an Anti-Fan is a 2021 South Korean drama, featuring Choi Tae-Joon, Choi Sooyoung, Hwang Chansung and Han Ji-Ahn. It's based on the novel "그래서 나는 안티팬과 결혼했다" (So I Married an Anti-Fan), written by Kim Eun Jun and published in 2010.

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♡ PLOT:

The story revolves around Hoo Joon (Tae-Joon), a well-known idol, and Geun Young (Sooyoung), a magazine reporter. They meet during an event, where a series of misunderstandings leads them to have a bad impression of each other.

For this reason, when Geun Young loses her job, she's under the impression that it was Hoo Joon's doing and is therefore keen on "reveal" Joon's real character. However, her retaliation backfires, and she attracts a lot of attention as his "anti-fan".

Later, a TV producer approaches them both to star in a reality show. Geun Young and Hoo Joon accept and think to give each other a hard time on set. But, as time goes by, they get to know each other better and better.

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♡ EPISODES:

It's made up of 16 episodes, running for an hour each (i.e., your typical k-drama).

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♡ CHARACTERS:

-Geun Young (FL): She's the best character, hands down (I swear I'm not being biased because I love Sooyoung).

For some reason, I've seen a lot of bad comments about this character. I don't truly understand why some people said that she didn't stand up for herself or that she was so-so, when she dealt really well with everything that had happened to her. I'd like to see all those people in her shoes—I bet they'd have cracked up quickly.

Also, she's like the least toxic character I've ever come across in a drama. She waits patiently for Joon to deal with his problems and doesn't jump to conclusions regarding his relationship with In Hyeong and Jae Joon. She lets him do his thing, is an independent woman, and tries to be as little of a burden as she can to the people she cares about. So, props to her!

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-Hoo Joon (ML): Although I overall liked his character, I admit that if I hadn't previously watched the movie, I'd probably be wary of him at the beginning. But, don't worry: as the story progresses, you get to know him better. He's patient and thinks of other people's feelings and well-being a lot (sometimes, a little too much for his own good, but he's a good boy).

I felt the need to include that there was this one scene where he acts... In a way that I didn't find appealing. Fortunately, he isn't like that all throughout the drama. Also, he isn't toxic like a lot of the male leads in drama-land. If you're wondering which scene I'm referring to, here's a spoiler: *SPOILER ALERT* When he and Geun Young start dating, they are requested to film an advertisement together. In the filming, he acts all "jealous" because the dress she was wearing was too short for his liking. I'm sorry, but she's the only one who has a say on how short a dress she's wearing is—not you, not even if you're her partner *END OF SPOILER ALERT*.

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-JJ/Jae Joon (SML): Jae Joon is the second male lead, and he was portrayed by 2PM's Chansung.

I'm sorry, but I never could come to terms with this character, not even during the last episodes. If the writers' intention was for me to hate him, they (and Chansung's acting) totally achieved that purpose.

He is incredibly selfish and keeps this attitude up to episode 13/14. Towards the ending, the story tries that the audience feels some sympathy towards him—it is shown why he acted the way he did. Nevertheless, in my opinion, while his past may explain his actions, it doesn't justify any of them. That's why I couldn't bring myself to feel sympathetic or empathetic towards him. *SPOILER ALERT* In fact, I think Hoo Joon was too nice to be there for him in the last two or three episodes. *END OF SPOILER ALERT*

He's also outright abusive. *SPOILER ALERT* I mean, he slapped In Hyeong and broke her laptop ¿?... Even though I didn't like her that much, nothing justifies that kind of violent behaviour. *END OF SPOILER ALERT*

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-In Hyeong (SFL): She's the second female lead, portrayed by actress Han Ji-Ahn.

Oh, man. I had a hard time trying to wrap my head around this character. I was just going to say that I couldn't stand her because she was always purposely putting a spanner in the works, making everyone's life difficult.

However, as I was drafting this review, I began reflecting on the character and felt sympathy for her. She was in a vulnerable place—leaving aside that she felt abandoned by her first love, she had trouble trying to make her career take off, and she was in a really abusive relationship. It could be argued that JJ and In Hyeon were both toxic to each other, but it was clear that he was the one with the upper hand (he was the CEO of her new agency, which brings a real disbalance of power).

Moreover, it was hinted several times that all she went through took a toll on her mental health (*SPOILER ALERT* she was always taking pills to calm down, and she freaking tried to kill herself!!!!!!! *END OF SPOILER ALERT*). I believe she needed professional help to put herself back together, so she could let go of her past and finally leave that abusive relationship.

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♡ COUPLES:

Since this drama mostly gravitates towards romantic relationships, I'm including this section.

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-Geun Young x Hoo Joon: They are your typical enemies to lovers.

In the beginning, their relationship was tainted by a lot of misunderstandings, which led them to hate each other's guts (but, where's the charm in a k-drama that isn't filled with misunderstandings, am I right?). Once they started to spend more time together, they began understanding each other better. In time, they were able to leave their pride aside and got rid of their prejudices (yes, the story gives Jane Austen-ish vibes, so much so that "Pride and Prejudice" is mentioned a few times).

Their chemistry was alright. I would have changed some parts of the script that made a lot of scenes to be super cringey—especially, before some of their kisses (like, what a way to ruin such an awaited moment!).

The thing I liked the most about them was that neither of them was toxic, and they knew how and when to give the other person space. They were sweet, but not unbearable sweet—just the exact amount.

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-In Hyeong x Jae Joon: I don't know if they can be considered a true couple, but I'm adding them here just to repeat that I HATED THEM TOGETHER.

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♡ SOME PERSONAL INTERPRETATIONS AND THOUGHTS:

For me, the story tries to show the two sides of the same coin: things that may seem completely different, but are essentially the same. You can see it with Hoo Joon/Geun Young, their friends, and even with Hoo Joon/Jae Joon. Of course, this could be argued—it is just my personal impression.

Also, while the drama condemns some of the toxic fan behaviour, it sometimes romanticises it. *SPOILER ALERT* one fan freaking kidnapped him, and everything was suddenly alright ¿¿ Nuh-uh *END OF SPOILER ALERT*

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♡ DRAMA VS. MOVIE:

As I mentioned above, there's a prior Chinese movie from 2016 that was based on this novel. It features EXO's Chanyeol, Yuan Shan Shan, SNSD's Seohyun, and Jian Chao.

For obvious reasons, the story is shrunk down in the movie. There are a lot of things that weren't included in the movie, other things were overly simplified, and some stuff was missing and/or changed.

If you want to have a good laugh, then I recommend you to watch the movie. It's filled with non-sensical comedy that, in my opinion, China excels at. However, if you are more inclined towards drama, then the South Korean version is the one for you (you'll laugh, too, don't worry).

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♡ SUMMARY:

This is, basically, a sweet enemies-to-lovers, famous-person-and-normal-person story. If you like any of those troupes, then you're in for a treat.

It's a really lighthearted story that will make you laugh. Don't expect a complicated plot because there won't be one. It's ideal to have a break from all those dramas where you can't miss a single detail because you'll get lost, or from those dramas which plots are so heavy they end up tiring your mind out.

I loved the cast, and their acting was great (especially Chansung's, because he made me hate his character with a passion, lmao).

ALSO, if you like Sung Hoon (My Secret Romance, Oh My Venus) like me, then WATCH THIS DRAMA, lol. He has a guest role in some episodes!

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So I Married an Anti-Fan is available on VIKI!

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If you read the whole review, thank you very much! I hope you liked it.

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Thanks for tagging me @chaoticgeminate 💚

I did this one about a month ago, but some answers are new so I'm gonna do it again!

1) How many complete fics/one-shots do you have that you have not published (yet)? None. I only sat on one that was really close to being finished, because I wasn't sure if I'd ever share it... but I post them when they are "done".

2) How many WIPS do you have right now? I have 2 open series that have varying stages of next chapter progress... and I have a Frankie one-shot and a first attempt at a Whiskey one-shot, a new Grogu In Which sitting in my docs so... 5

3) Do you take writing requests or write original ideas, or both? I would do both. I have twice since the last time I did a Q&A like this so thank you to @writeforfandoms and of course, you Kelly!! 💚but overall I don't get requests so really it's original ideas. I am open to them though.

4) If you do take requests, how many do you currently have? 0

5) How many fandoms do you write for? One, it's all Pedro Pascal characters with an offshoot of it, Grogu pov fics

6) Are there any fandoms you wrote for in the past that you no longer write for? I've never really written fic before starting a year ago. As close as I get, is what I guess at the time I called parody (maybe some would define it as fic) it was a mash-up of time/dimension travelers with Jack Skellington, it was a 100-page novella, for a themed Halloween party invitation ... the other was an OC insert, Indiana Jones short film script. one was a million years ago the other was a gazillion years ago.

7) Do you write for ships, reader inserts or other? Reader inserts. The occasional OC.

8) Niche fandoms/characters you write for? I'm not sure... like I write a fair amount of fantastical characters like selkies, merlings, hedge witches... if that's what that means...

9) Do you read fics as well as write them? You bet!

10) What is your favorite genre to write for? Romance, hurt/comfort, ffflllloooofff, is the internal monologue of nonverbal characters a genre?

11) What is your favorite trope (to read/write)? I write lots of idiots in love... is that a trope? For reading though, my favorite is fluffy slow burn friends to lovers... against my will, I've become a fan of sex pollen, a/b/o, monsterfucking... what have yall done to me? And you know who you are!! Making me fall for your monster maxes, your minotaur jacks, naga oberyns, oh and the Alpha Dins and Frankies and wookies, and I do not know what all is next! (by the way thank you and keep up the good work)

12) What do you do to get motivated to write? Watching the source material mostly. I have music and sometimes I put moodboards together

13) Is there a trope/genre you like to read, but not write? The aforementioned a/b/o, sex pollen, and monsterfucking for sure. I leave the smut in far more capable hands.

14) Any characters/fandoms you want to write for that are never requested? Again I don't get requests, really. I have the very beginning of a Jack Daniels fic, and I want to write a Javi Gutierrez fic... I can see myself falling into the Dieter pit too

15) How long have you been writing fanfiction? A year on March 16th.

16) Did you read fan fiction before you started writing? Like a month before hahaha (I still don't really know how all this happened)

17) Do you only post on Tumblr, or any other sites as well? Only tumblr

18) What do you personally consider the word counts of "Drabble", "One shots" and "fics"? Drabbles are around 500-700 words. One-shots are anything that isn’t multi-chapter and can include drabbles. Fic is all.

19) Which do you prefer to write more? HC, drabbles, oneshots/fics, multi chapter stories, other? um... a lot of my one-shots grow. I think I should probably stick with one-shots though.

20) Are there any stories you have discontinued? If so, why? No. If they haven't been updated I may be stuck but they are not abandoned.

21) What is one of your main "pet-peeves" as a writer on Tumblr? The anon hate for sure, and non-smut struggling for space at least it's a problem in this fandom (Reminder as previously mentioned, I read smut, I like it very much.) Some of the anon hate is directed at writers who don't write smut telling them there's no point to their fics without it... smh And although I know some people lurk or like for reasons, I do with there was more engagement, it's going way down and it is truly a bummer.

22) Do you write a particular time of day? Anytime the mood strikes really, but early morning is pretty quiet at my house so that is when I will write.

23) Do you listen to music, ambiance/noise, etc to write or do you need silence? Quiet is good, but I do have playlists for some of my fics to set the right vibe. Sometimes nature sounds like the ocean etc.

24) Do you outline your fics at all before writing? Hahaha that implies planning! Bold as brass!

25) Do you post your writing as soon as you finish it, or do you schedule it to come out at a specific time/day? Nope, those babies get pushed out of the nest as soon as they are ready.

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