#so i will actually take whatever content of them
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Fact-Checking│ E. Engstler
pairing: emily engstler x reader
genre: fluff, comedy
warnings: suggestive towards the end but nothing too crazy
word count: 940
summary: emily catches you doing a little bit of your daily fact-checking.
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Your amused giggles could be heard over the sound of the shower, grabbing Emily's attention and bringing a smile to her face. She had just returned home from practice and had gone straight to the shower after greeting you with a brief kiss.
Once she finished showering and completed her post-shower routine, Emily returned to the bedroom and climbed into bed next to you, ready to relax. Picking up her book from her bedside table, she got comfortable and began reading.
Emily was only about two pages in when your giggles picked back up. Casting a quick glance your way, she attempted to shake off the curiosity and turn her focus back to the words littering the pages of the book in her hands. However, her efforts were useless.
"What are you looking at?" She questioned after reading the same page over for the fifth time.
"Huh?" Was all you responded with, not tearing your gaze away from your phone.
"What are you looking at that's so funny?"
"Oh, uh, nothing." You shifted your position slightly to keep her from looking at the device in your hands.
"Babe, let me see." She leaned further into your space, only to be met with more resistance from you.
"Nuh-uh. Not happening." You extended the arm holding your phone over the side of the bed away from her.
With a challenging look in her eyes, Emily leaped into action, reaching over for the phone and initiating a wrestling match. You fought against her as best as you could, but with her long arms and tall stature, she confiscated your phone in no time.
"Em, baby, I'm telling you now," You warned her. "You don't want to look at that." She ignored you, settling back onto her side of the bed and examining the contents of your screen. A few moments of silence passed before she finally spoke again.
"What is this?" She questioned, confusion evident in her features.
"A story," You responded warily, watching for her reaction. "Of sorts."
"About me?" She looked taken aback as she continued to take in what she was reading.
"Uh-huh." You nodded.
"And why are you reading it?"
"Why not?" You shrugged. "You're fans have been sending me links to them on Instagram, Twitter, and TikTok for weeks now. I ignored them, at first, but then I got curious. So, I started going through them."
"And?" She finally turned to look at you.
"And then I fell down a rabbit hole. Some of them are actually really good. They are so well-written and creative. It's interesting." You explained. "It's also kinda funny to see some of the things your fans come up with and how they perceive you. I like to consider my daily perusal as fact-checking, you know? To see how accurately they depict you in their writing."
"I'm sure." She tried to seem nonchalant and almost monotone about it, but you knew her and caught the glint of amusement in her eyes.
"Seriously! You should see some of the more R-rated stuff they put out there about you." You wiggled your eyebrows at her. "Very fascinating."
"No thanks." She chuckled, tossing your phone over to you. "The idea actually terrifies me."
"Whatever. You're really missing out." You said, scrolling through your phone. "Look! Here's one. I'll read it to you. Just let me skip to the good part."
"Please don't." She whined, rubbing a hand down her face.
"Her hands drifted lower as she peppered kisses along your neck." You began reading, a smug smirk on your face, aware of the blush spreading across her cheeks. "You released a breathy moan as her lips attached to the sweet spot below your ear. 'Emily', you called out to her. 'Touch me, please.' You-"
"Enough!" She groaned, yanking the phone from your hand and shoving it under her pillow. "Going to sleep now." She turned over and threw the blanket over her head.
Your loud laughter filled the room at your girlfriend's distress. You clutched your sides as they began to cramp from lack of oxygen. Once you finally calmed down, you leaned over and pulled the cover down, revealing her red face.
"I'm glad you find humor in torturing me." She scoffed.
"I'm only teasing."
"So funny." She deadpanned.
"Honestly though," You spoke, "It's kind of cool how dedicated your fans are. They really do love you, Em. Yeah, it might seem kind of weird because it's about you, but this is just their way of connecting with you in their own way."
"Yeah, you're right." She nodded, pulling you down to lay on the bed and cuddling into you. "But, please, don't put me through that again. I don't mind that they write that kind of stuff, or if you read it, but I can't bear to see or hear it myself."
"You sure?" You chuckled at her pleading. "Maybe we could draw some inspiration from some of these. Especially in the bedroom. I meant it when I said some of your fans can get really creative."
"Shut up and go to sleep." She poked your ribs in response to your teasing.
"I really think-"
"Goodnight." She interrupted before you could finish your sentence.
"Goodnight." You chuckled, turning around in her arms. "I love you, Em."
"I love you, too." She leaned in, connecting her lips to yours in a sweet kiss, to which you reciprocated. Sighing happily as you pulled away, you decided to give it a rest for the night, with a promise to yourself to continue your job of being a complete pain in her ass tomorrow after a good night's rest.
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a/n: not really sure if i like the way this turned out but whatever. here's some more emily content for you guys.
#emily engstler#emily engstler imagine#emily engstler x reader#emily engstler x y/n#washington mystics#wnba#wnba basketball#isa.writes
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➳ spring snow | psh.
bestfriend!sunghoon x fem!reader
“cause i’m falling slowly in love with you”
synopsis: you became sick, and your best friend, sunghoon, has offered to take care of you.
warnings/content: written in third pov. fluffy fluff! tiny bit of angst. best friends to lovers. a little bit of idiots in love. nicknames like ‘idiot’ ‘dummy’ and ‘loser’ used. down bad sunghoon <3
comments, likes, and reposts are appreciated :)
word count: 4.6k
a/n: self-indulgent bc i’m sick right now, and currently obsessed with lovely runner </3
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current song playing: spring snow by 10cm
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a cough erupted out of y/n as she fought for her life. her nose was stuffy, and her throat was aching from the cold she randomly caught.
she heavily sighed, cursing to herself for missing an important lecture.
“i should’ve gone..,” she softly whimpered.
as she fumed a little longer, a sudden notification had caught her attention.
sunghoon <3:
Where are you?
Are you running late?
panic spread across her face when she read her best friends texts, quickly typing back with quiet coughs leaving her throat.
y/n:
sorry, hoon! i’m actually not feeling good so i decided to skip the lecture for today…
sunghoon <3:
Are you lying, or are you really sick?
y/n:
why would i lie to you about this..
sunghoon <3:
So you don’t have to hear my scolding? 😒
y/n:
i swear, sunghoon, i’m sick! do you want me to send an audio of me coughing or something..
sunghoon <3:
.. No
the girl breathed out a laugh once she found no more texts from him. she widely grinned as she thought about the handsome boy, easily imagining his displeased look in her head.
her heart fluttered and butterflies erupted in her stomach. she fisted her hands to stop the sensations forming around her body as she shook it off.
“stop it, y/n, he’s just a friend.” she murmured to herself, unable to make the imaginary hoon in her head disappear.
“this cold is really getting to me…,”
y/n huffed out a sigh before wrapping herself in her warm blankets.
“maybe a nap will do..,” her voice squeaked, body already falling on borderline exhaustion. she yawned out a little more before resting her eyes and eventually knocking out.
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about a half hour had just passed and the girl was still sound asleep when a few knocks had been heard at the door.
she grumbled out a sigh before checking the time.
“who’d even be here at this time?” she sighed, still finding the sun brightly beaming down on every view she could find.
the knocks had been heard again and she quickly checked to see if anything could be related to whatever was outside. indeed, she found a few missed texts from her beloved friend.
sunghoon <3:
Open the door
Are you asleep??
Hello..?
she exhaled a breath as her stomach flooded with nervous bubbles.
“why is he here..?” she muttered under her breath.
the girl dusted herself, and though she was sure she still looked like a train wreck, she couldn’t be too bothered with how much her sickness took over.
she slowly cracked the door open and found an adorable sunghoon patiently waiting.
“finally!” he shouted. “took you long enough, i was almost gonna call you.”
maybe not that patient.
y/n scrunched her brows in confusion. “why are you even here, hoon?”
his heart slightly dropped at her questioning, but he only nervously laughed it away.
“you’re sick, dummy. you need to be taken care of.” sunghoon murmured, pinching one side of her cheeks.
she quickly swatted the hand away as she still remained puzzled.
“you’re gonna take care of me?” her voice mumbled, causing him to shyly nod. “but you never do this..?”
hoon only sighed as he joked, “well do you want me to leave? because i still can.”
“no, no.. i’m just a little shocked right now.”
y/n’s heart was about to burst. he was fueling her delusions about the potential thought of them being together, and she wasn’t sure if she liked it or not.
she heard him give a chuckle when he set his backpack down. “i care about you, y/n. are you that shocked?” his simple grin sent heart throbs, making her tired body tingle even more.
“well you always tease and make fun of me so.. yeah, i’m shocked.”
the girl sniffed away her snot that ran down from her cold as he laughed again.
“don’t be too surprised that i’m a caring person.” sunghoon uttered, shaking his head while hiding his huge smile away. “i’m usually nice to you anyway.”
y/n guffawed out a scoff, sending a soft smack towards his arm as she muttered, “yeah right! you weren’t nice when i asked for the lecture notes 40 minutes ago, and you said no!”
the male giggled as he thought back to their texts, heart melting at his friends stuffy voice. “well who told you to stay home? that lecture was really important!” he teased back, lips instantly curling at her gasp and eye roll.
“if you’re just here to bicker with me then please leave, hoon. i’m too sick to argue.” she huffed, shaking her head.
“okay, okay, fine, i’m sorry.” he slightly pouted, causing her to softly smile. “i really am here to take care of you though.”
sunghoon ruffled her hair, letting it run messy everywhere as his eyes twinkled in the scene of his friend struggling to leave his teasing act. his lips coiled again, unable to hide his facial expressions with how much he adored her.
“sunghoon!” the girl yelled, pushing his hand away.
his heart pounded at the sound of his name leaving her lips, making him stop the ruffles.
“your friend is sick and you’re really doing this to her!”
hoon chuckled at her words before the word — ‘friend’ — hit him. his heart stung a little and he retracted himself back, officially putting a stop to all of the teasings as y/n still huffed with hair pieces around her face.
“can i go back to sleep now?” she mumbled, throat immediately running dry.
sunghoon clicked his tongue, shaking his head while replying, “what’s the point of me being here if you’re just gonna sleep?”
“you volunteered to be here!”
“exactly, which is why you need to stay out here while i reheat my moms soup for you!”
the girl wore a frown, but her stomach betrayed her when it rumbled at the mention of food, causing her friend to chortle out a laugh.
“see? your stomach wants me to stay.”
he wore a shit eating grin, making y/n playfully roll her eyes and nudge him. “now go stay on the couch, i’ll reheat it up for you.” he sweetly muttered like a boyfriend.
her heart instantly raced and a few coughs suddenly bursted from her as the thought of him being a well-mannered boyfriend flooded her mind.
“get a hold of yourself, idiot.” she said under her breath.
“did you say something??”
her head whipped up at sunghoon and she quickly shook her head. “no! um.. just don’t burn my kitchen down… please.. i know you suck at cooking.”
he scoffed out a ridiculed laugh. “it’s just reheating soup, how bad can that get?”
bad, because within seconds, the boy let the pot heat up on the stove too long, making the cold soup instantly smoke up when he added it in.
the alarms rang off the hook and y/n’s ears rang like crazy; and if that wasn’t enough, sunghoons deep voice screaming at the steam was the cherry on top.
“sunghoon!!” she shouted, giving a faint scold as she fanned beneath her smoke detectors.
his cheeks flushed and his ears instantly became red while he stood in the kitchen like a six year old getting yelled at.
“sorry…,” his soft voice murmured, feeling self-conscious with the way he embarrassed himself in front of his friend.
“i didn’t know there was a time limit with how long the pot had to heat up…,”
y/n huffed out a sigh, instantly dropping her slight annoyance when she came face to face with the boy who was softly pouting. a laugh escaped from her and she only shook her head.
“you’re an idiot, you know that?” she joked, causing a faint grin to be placed on him. “of course it’s gonna smoke when you leave it on high heat for 10 minutes.”
“stop it, y/n… i’m embarrassed, you don’t have to acknowledge what i did wrong.” sunghoon covered his face with his hands, blocking off every facial feature but his ears that were still brightly colored red.
the girl chuckled, grin widening as her sickness almost left her when he remained shy in his actions.
“i don’t know if i should trust you in my kitchen ever again..,”
hoon rolled his eyes and smiled. “okay, it wasn’t even that bad!”
“you literally set off my smoke alarms!”
“okay.. but nothing caught on fire!”
y/n shook her head, hearty coughs still leaving her throat as she heaved her chest up and down.
“you were supposed to take care of me, but stressed me out instead!”
he seethed air through his teeth in guilt, head low while he chewed on his lips. “sorry…,” the male muttered. “i swear i was trying so hard not to do anything that’d make you get up!”
she laughed at his words and replied, “that’s sweet of you, hoon, but you did.”
“i know…, i’m still embarrassed.”
he placed his hands over his face once more, but peeked his eyes through separated fingers to catch her reaction. y/n wore a huge smile, eyes creasing into half moon crescents that caused butterflies to flutter in his stomach.
he softened his gaze once he felt it and they instantly twinkled with a deep warmth that was only for her.
the remaining words that spewed out of the girl had quickly been deafened as he continued to stare at her, making her snap at him — “sunghoon?? did you even hear me?”
“oh.. um… yes!” he tried to cheese a grin, but she obviously wasn’t convinced.
“and what did i say..?”
“something about… your cold being worse..?”
he pressed his lips into a firm line, forming a bread smile as her tongue clicked in disappointment.
“you weren’t listening.., what’s even distracting you?”
her, but he couldn’t say that.
y/n folded her arms while she awaited for an answer, making him gulp.
first, he invited himself inside. second, he almost burned down her kitchen. and now, he wasn’t even processing whatever she had to say.
“um..,” he swallowed down a lump in his throat, trying to find whatever could be distracting. “your snot, y/n! it’s uh.. dripping! yeah, that!”
the girl felt her heart drop and she immediately ran around to find tissues. what dumb luck did hoon have that she actually was dripping with snot?
he breathed out a sigh of relief, hand clenching onto his chest with how close he was to getting caught.
y/n quickly came back, cheeks slightly tinted pink. “back to what i was saying… how about i just heat up the soup myself?” she suggested, causing him to widen his eyes and shake his head.
“no, you’re sick. i can’t have you walking around when you should be resting.”
her brows scrunched and her head slightly tilted as a soft laugh escaped from her. “hoon.. you literally made me run around my apartment to stop the alarms…,”
sunghoon thought back to her constant feet pattering he heard not too long ago, and sighed. “anymore. i won’t have you walking around anymore,” he firmly corrected himself.
she took a sigh as well, finally falling to defeat as he proudly pushed her toward her couch.
“don’t stress about it.., soup will be in your much-needed tummy soon!”
y/n couldn’t help but feel a little uneasy at his words, but eventually let him continue with how eager he was to do something so sweet.
with the man in the kitchen, she felt her pupils dilate whenever she laid her eyes on him, heart almost jumping out of her throat with how quick it was beating.
sunghoon was instantly looking like a boyfriend to her, and she couldn’t fight those thoughts anymore — his tall figure, the oversized hoodie perfectly fitting him, his pretty face gleaming at the bubbling pot.
of course, he did almost burn down her kitchen, but he was redeeming himself right now.
the girl was almost soaring with how much she was falling for him. though she was still fighting for her life, sunghoon being there for her was already making her feel better — even if he stressed her out for a second.
but she swiftly shook it off once the friend had turned around with a proud look spread across his face.
“it’s done! this soup will instantly make you feel better when you eat it.” he murmured, lips still curling at his final success attempt of reheating his moms soup.
y/n softly reflected his grin back as she sat across from him. “your mom’s the best, hoon!” she quickly dug in, heart melting and tummy warming at the soothing broth.
sunghoon tried to hide away his obvious beam but couldn’t help it. his eyes were glistening, his fangs were flashing, and his mind was going crazy with the girl he liked in front of her.
was this how it’d always be if she got sick, and he’d offer to take care of her? (yes)
his heart swelled with the possible future in his hands as the girl continued to eat.
“you don’t want to eat any?” she murmured, but he fully shook his head and pushed the bowl further to her — “it’s all yours, loser. my mom packed it specifically for you.”
she quietly coughed at the sudden nickname, scowling back a look while he only chuckled.
“you didn’t think i’d grow a soft spot for you just because you got sick, did you?” he teased mercilessly.
y/n playfully rolled her eyes before going back to chomping. typical sunghoon. one minute he was sweet, the next he was just a guy who loved to tease a little too much.
he continued to wear a huge grin though as she munched, making the girl fully unaware of how much love he held in his eyes.
once her stomach was full, hoon forced her to sit on the couch with a blanket wrapped around while he cleaned the dishes.
the feeling of him taking care of her was strange, but she liked it. it was something she could get use to if he liked her back (idiot).
when sunghoon finished, he plopped directly next to her on the couch with an idiotic grin, eyes full of hearts and stomach bubbled from feeling nervous.
“um, sunghoon?” y/n poked. “shouldn’t you sit a little further away? i can get you sick.”
he scoffed and laughed as if she told the funniest joke ever. “if i didn’t want to risk getting sick, i wouldn’t have chosen to come over… dummy.” he chuckled at the name he gave her while rubbing her cheek with his thumb.
“do you want me to move?”
her face instantly flushed with a hue of pink and she subtly tried to turn away from it. “no.. you can stay if you want.”
“do you want me to stay?”
sunghoon’s heart quickly thumped with every surge of confidence he got from her shy reactions.
his eyes flickered at her turned head, tilting his own in confusion before muttering, “are you that sick that you can’t look at me?”
“i can! my throat’s just.. itchy so i don’t want to cough in your face,” she tried to shoot back.
he huffed out a slight laugh at her lame attempt of an excuse. “is it that hard to stare at my handsome face?” he asked, knowing that she’d face him right after.
“what!” y/n’s hoarse voice spoke. “i can!”
she quickly laid her eyes back onto him and almost instantly, the two felt their hearts explode with fireworks.
sunghoon took a noticeably large gulp, blinking repeatedly with how quick their nose tips touched. she was much closer than she should’ve been, and the boy was flustered.
“y/n.. you’re um…,” he swallowed another lump, adams apple bobbing as every butterfly in his stomach multiplied.
“see! i can look at you!” she yelled, honestly unaware of how flushed her friend was becoming.
“yeah, you win.” he replied, nudging her forehead away before she could hear his loud heartbeats.
hoon held onto his chest, trying to calm his nerves when y/n only clicked her tongue.
“tried to challenge me but lost instead.. idiot.” she mumbled to herself, giving crunchy coughs afterward.
a grin plastered onto his face after her words processed. “yeah.. i lost” — but he didn’t, because he felt like a winner with how close her nose tip accidentally grazed over his.
he bit his bottom lip to hide away another smile as he muttered, “i think it’s time for you to take some medicine.”
y/n’s face scrunched in disgust. “i know i’m sick, but i hate taking cough syrup.”
“well you need it because you’re coughing like you’re on your death bed.”
an audible gasp was heard from her and she quickly smacked his arm. “sunghoon!” she yelled, earning a laugh from him.
“i’m just stating the obvious!”
he flashed a heart-throbbing grin and she almost melted at it, vision quick to lose sight with how alarmingly charming it was.
“you didn’t need to say that..,” she scowled.
his fangs were still brightly shown as he murmured, “come on, just take the medicine. it’ll benefit you.”
his hands offered a cup of the cough syrup that y/n hated. she downed it quickly but her lips pursed together like she tasted lemon.
sunghoon hollered out another laugh, eyes squeezing shut at how she shook her head in disapproval.
“that was gross!!” she exclaimed, making happy tears well up in the boy. “stop making fun of your sick friend, she doesn’t appreciate it, you know?”
he continued his laughing streak until he deemed it enough, wiping away a tear drop as he watched y/n roll her eyes.
“okay, sorry, hoon is acknowledging that.” he replied, giving a little play on her third person usage.
her lips coiled into a smile as she sent another soft hit to him. “you’re stupid.”
“and you’re sick, so get back in your blankets.”
before she could protest, sunghoon was quick to wrap it around her, giving her no time to react at the way his arms enclosed them together.
he tugged the sheets around her shoulders, gaze completely concentrated on the amount of blankets that covered her.
his face was leaned in, close to the point where her lips could ghost over his cheeks for a soft peck.
she felt her face heat up at the very thought, mind instantly craving for that moment while she watched his thick, dark brows scrunch for complete focus. she couldn’t help but linger her gaze down to his other pretty features.
being this close to her handsome friend felt mind numbingly crazy.
when the boy had finished, he gleamed a half smile before pulling away, proud of how he was able to ensure every blanket had securely been wrapped around her.
she quietly gasped for air after hoon’s brows raised in satisfaction of his work. “there! now you’re warm!” his voice yelled. “you can go to sleep now.”
y/n flickered her gaze to him, watching the way he softly patted his shoulder. she let a puff of air slip by her lips in disbelief as she shoved him.
“why are you being so sweet right now?”
was it not obvious to her that he wanted to feel her rest her head on his shoulder?
sunghoon’s lips pursed together while trying to find the right words. “you’re sick, y/n, why wouldn’t i be sweet right now?” he awkwardly laughed, stomach rupturing in butterflies. “i don’t want my friend to get bad treatment while she’s sick.”
he cheesed a grin and she only shook her head, eventually complying to his offer and laying on his shoulder.
his heart instantly raced at the little bump her head made against him, and he couldn’t help the huge smile that took form on his face from it.
“what should we watch?” y/n mumbled, unconsciously cuddling closer.
“what are you feeling?” sunghoon softly gulped as he forced his attention to stay on the device in front of them.
“mm..,” she thought. “oh! wanna watch lovely runner??”
he raised his brows in confusion. “lovely.. runner?”
“hoon, you need to watch more series…,” she scowled back at him. “let’s watch it!”
the boy was about to make a remark but stopped himself, agreeing with her suggestion since it was her sick day after all.
the drama played, episode after episode as the two stayed glued on the couch, holding each other close — both forgetting that they were just friends.
when another episode had finished, sunghoon’s eyes carefully watched the end credits. he chuckled, excited to start on the next one.
“should we watch another?” he murmured, waiting for an answer when nothing from y/n had been heard.
another minute passed and soft snores had finally erupted out of her.
he scoffed out a laugh, lips quickly curling at her quiet noises before turning his head.
“you’re really asleep?” the boy said, voice kept small to not wake her.
in seconds, the episode was paused and sunghoon carried his sick friend to her bed with ease.
laying her down carefully, his movements were slow and steady. the only thing audible were y/n’s continuous little snores and hoon’s heavy breathing.
the girl was finally set down, wrapped in blankets as he glanced at her state. his heart was pounding in his ears and his fingernails were scratching his palms to calm himself.
even when she was sickly pale, she was still someone who caught his attention timelessly. he loved her, and every little thing that complimented with him.
his lips curled at her, gaze softening as he quietly murmured, “i like you, dummy. can’t you notice me?”
sunghoon sighed, feeling stupid at how he confessed to his friend who still remained asleep. his heart began to shatter, shards painfully stabbing him as he started to head for the door.
however, a hand grab was quick to stop him, holding him back from moving any further. his heart dropped at the fast realization, mind instantly going through scenarios of y/n rejecting him.
slowly, he turned with a fragile mindset, ready to be declined from his crush.
“y/n…,” the male gulped.
she only beamed a half smile when she sat up as her eyes still drooped in fatigue. “i do notice you, loser.” she admitted with flushed cheeks. “because i like you too.. i like you a lot, actually.”
hoon’s face lit up in shock, eyes being blown wide as he felt adrenaline rush through his body. “you like me??” he questioned, falling in disbelief of her words.
y/n bit her lips, hiding away her smile while nodding. “i’ve liked you for a while now… and honestly, you taking care of me made me fall in love with you even more.”
her gaze trailed up to his face, watching how he proudly wore his wide grin made her heart flutter.
“stop looking at me like that..,” she uttered, softly pushing his shoulder, but he couldn’t help it. the girl he’s longed for finally said the words he’s been wanting to hear.
sunghoon flashed his charming fangs at her as he smiled in delight. “what else can i do? my friend’s in love with me.”
“i said like, not love!” she defended.
“i heard love…,” he teased back, causing her to scoff and roll her eyes.
he gave another chuckle before leaning in, lips yearning for hers when she dodged away.
his head tilted in confusion and she only laughed at that. “i’m still sick, hoon. i don’t want to get you sick.” y/n muttered, earning a ridiculed taunt to come from him.
“you think i care about that? the girl i’ve loved for so long has just confessed to me so i’m gonna kiss her.”
sunghoon quickly leaned in again, close to kissing a flustered y/n when she pulled away once more. he softly pouted, face frowning as his gaze stay locked on her lips.
“sunghoon,” she called, but he didn’t answer. the boy continued to be mindlessly stuck on the sight of her lips.
she sent a soft hit to his broad chest, finally catching his attention as his eyes grew hungry.
“i seriously don’t want to get you sick,” she mumbled, face scrunching to emphasize her worry.
hoon only scoffed, biting his lips as he replied — “and i seriously don’t care.”
before she could say more, he swiftly crashed his lips against hers, swooning the girl in seconds. she gasped, earning an entrance for sunghoon as he smiled against her — enjoying the shocked reaction he was able to receive.
his hands firmly held her cheeks, cupping them so she could stay put while she held onto his arms, softly gripping onto his hoodie with the evidential crave in his kiss.
y/n finally pushed against his chest, giving him the signal to pull away and he did. his face continued to linger near hers, eyes searching for flushed cheeks.
“sunghoon!” she quietly scolded, earning a chuckle from his attractive voice.
she felt his lips softly curl against hers and she couldn’t help but to smile as well.
“now you’re gonna get sick.”
her gaze peered into his, making his heart melt while he raised his brows. “i guess you’ll have to be the one to take care of me now.”
he grinned as she rolled her eyes, cupping her cheeks once more for sweet kisses on the lips. he gave soft pecks, continuing on and on before y/n turned her head away.
“i know you like me, but i’m still sick! don’t kiss me right now.” she huffed, trying to swat him away.
sunghoon chuckled. “you should’ve told me that minutes ago, now i don’t want to stop kissing you.”
he leaned in again but the girl dodged her head away. “no, sunghoon!!” she giggled, attempting to push at his chest.
“just one!”
y/n sighed before complying, pushing herself closer for a soft peck on the lips.
“one more?”
her face morphed in disbelief, eventually leaning in for another. a quick plant on his lips was made and he only smiled.
“another?”
“hoon… no.” she folded her arms and shook her head. “my throat is hurting and i’m about to cough if i lean in again.”
sunghoon raised his thick brows mischievously. “so i’ll lean in then.” and so he tried, closing his eyes and expecting a kiss on the lips when he met her cheek instead.
“why don’t you want to kiss your new boyfriend?” he softly whined, becoming clingy within seconds.
y/n scrunched her face as she grinned and nudged him. “because your new girlfriend is sick and wants to rest.”
his lips pushed together and presented duck lips, pouting while wrapping his arms around her. “fine then, let’s rest, hm?” he murmured.
the two laid beside each other, facing one another as his eyes twinkled with love, mind in complete disbelief of how he was able to get his girl.
“i’m so lucky,” his voice uttered in the silence.
“hm?” sleepy y/n replied back.
“i’m lucky you fell in love with me.”
“and i’m lucky you loved me back, and also didn’t burn down my kitchen.” she murmured, voice almost gone from her cold.
sunghoon chuckled and let a huge grin plaster onto his face as he leaned in once more, placing a longing kiss on the tip of her nose.
“get to sleep, pretty girl.” he whispered.
y/n yawned, nodding her head and complying without an insult with how exhausted she was.
he pulled her closer into his arms, engulfing her into his soothing embrace as he muzzled his head on top of hers.
she breathed in his scent, feeling at home when she easily rested her hands at his chest.
the two cuddled, holding each other close to their dearest hearts with a new relationship that just unfolded.
✩ ‘all my life is you’ ✩
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So. Life update.
Today (technically yesterday now) was the first day of my final year of my fourth decade. Happy birthday to me.
I take my duties (even self-assigned ones) way, way too seriously, and running this blog was killing me. Literally. I was given doctor’s orders to cut back on social media (actually she wanted me to cut out social media, but we compromised), and a very beloved friend actually paid me to take the month off. So I did. I turned off all my social media notifications, unfollowed a lot of ppl, muted a bunch of servers, and told my source suppliers I was going on hiatus.
Since the beginning of May, my daily average time actually using my phone has gone from over 17 hours to just seven hours, my blood pressure has gone from the 150s/90s range to the 130s/70s range, and I’ve stopped having nightly nightmares and daily coughing fits. I’m also walking 19% more than I did last month, and every doc appt shows I’ve lost more weight since the last one. I’ve also started writing again for the first time in months, and I’ve churned out over 10k words this month.
So I’m cutting way, way back on the CR content. Still a critter, still watching every week, ask box is still open for chatting, you can tag me in on questions if you want. I’m still actively participating in the fandom and keeping up with the goings-on. But I’m not referring to myself as a source blog anymore. Back to a mixed bag of whatever grabs my fancy, like a normal human person, while I try to become one of those again.
In other news, I’m getting a new kitten at the end of next month! A friend rescued a pregnant cat and I’ll be taking one of the litter when they’re old enough to leave their mama.
I don’t know which one I’ll be picking yet (I haven’t actually met them in person, mama’s a nervous kitty and still settling in to her new home and I don’t want to stress her out by showing up out of nowhere and handling her babies), but odds are good it’ll be one of the torties.
If anyone is so inclined, I’ve got »an Amazon wish list« for supplies for both the new kitten and a few things for my older cats, and »my ko-fi jar« is always around. (Also I’m down for suggestions for things the list is missing; my youngest cat is 11 years old, I’ve been out of the kitten game for a while.)
Love you guys, see you on Thursday!
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If the only thing you can lord over buddie is that bucktommy is canon, then you really didn't care at all about the ship.
7 seasons of being a family unit, being there for each other, having each other's back but hey! Here comes another underdeveloped love interest, but since it's a man this time, you don't care about Buck being stuck in the same hamster wheel, again, because he's kissing a man and that's hot 🙄
Also for all your doom and gloom about buddie not happening, do remember that Tommy/Eddie was an idea in Tim's mind at first, so Eddie can be read as queer, even if it's not in canon yet.
I guess you don't place much value on them being a family unit and always there for each other, and having each other's back...all of which is still true and will continue to BE true. But it's only important to you as a prelude to them kissing, right? It has no value in and of itself. I love their relationship. I love what they are to each other. But YOU are making me not want to see it, because every time they turn to each other, lean on each other, support each other, we have to listen to you shrieking BUDDIE CANON CONFIRMED or whatever, because to a certain genre of shipper (not all buddie shippers, etc) any interaction or feeling they have with each other exists only in service to the ship.
I swear to god, I'm gonna banish the phrase "hamster wheel" from y'all's mouths until I get an actual definition as to what you think it means, because from where I sit, to you it just means "he's with someone who's not Eddie." To me, it means that Buck continually fell bass-ackwards into relationships that weren't right for him, looking for something he wasn't even sure what it was. And heyyyyy, he's currently in a relationship that he actively chose and fought for, having learned something new and important about himself, with someone who makes him giddy and excited in a way we have never seen him be, who the people around him can see gives him contentment. But none of that matters, because it's not Eddie, and that is by definition his only appropriate partner, so he must still be on that hamster wheel. Also if we're going by creator intent here, Tim's said he wrote this relationship specifically to reflect Buck being off of it.
As for underdeveloped love interest? I wrote an entire ass essay about how MUCH we know about Tommy, and it's reams compared to anything we've ever known about Buck's girlfriends OR Eddie's current girlfriend who does not even have a last name. Tommy has been introduced in a way that integrates him with the 118, with multiple interests, a character arc of his own from his first appearance, a set of motivations and emotional arcs that are NOT about Buck, and something to actually offer in a relationship besides existing. Anyone saying he's underdeveloped is determined to read him as such, especially for the limited amount of time we've had him.
And I never said Eddie couldn't be read as queer. He can EASILY be read as queer. I said he WOULDN'T be. Those are two different things. If Tommy and Eddie had gotten together (which I give no more narrative weight to than Maddie and Eddie getting together, which was also a gleam in the eye at one point) I'd equally be saying that Buck would never be queer.
It's hilarious to me that I'm being accused of liking a ship because it's hot (it is, and I do, and that's...fine? there's nothing bad about that?) as if people enjoy Buddie because of the amorphous purity of it all and not at ALL because it's hot (it is and you should say so).
If my thoughts about this are so upsetting to you, just block me, dude. I promise I won't take it personally.
Also, just...learn to enjoy a ship whether it's canon or not. I've done it, we've all done it. It's not that hard, especially THIS ship, which has so much good stuff to it regardless of whether there's romance or not. Those of us who like Buck with Tommy are not taking away from you enjoying Buddie, or anyone doing so. It's not like...the State of Buddie will lose congressional representation if the population falls below a certain level. The existence of another ship does not affect yours.
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Hi, there! :D
I saw that request are open so I have a VERY angst request.
Type: Headcanons (Romantic and a lot of angst)
Reader: Fem or neutral (I leave it to your liking)
Scenary: How about a prefect who loves sing and has a beautiful voice but due to a magical accident (indirectly being said boy's fault) them/she ends up losing her/they voice forever. The reader tries to appear normal but deep down she/them is depressed by the situation even if she/them will never hate said boy
with Deuce, Ace, Sebek and Jack (or other characters you want)
If my request does not convince you, you can discard it without problems, but if not, take your time and without pressure, thank you. I'm loving your TWST fics and as someone who has a lot of ideas for angst fuel (I'll probably make some angsty requests here) >:D (Spoiler I have one in mind with Ortho) (and maybe I'll make fan arts) see ya :D
Sudden Silence.
PROMPT : Their singer S/O loses their voice due in part to them
CONTENT : pre-established relationship, angst, hurt/comfort, Reader loses their voice, lots of guilt and shame, self-esteem issues too bc why not, hopeful endings at least!
CHARACTERS : Ace, Deuce, Jack, Sebek
- { Crash— B O O M ! } -
An explosion resounded from the cauldron next to where you and Grim worked— the one you had seen your boyfriend and his lab-partner standing over.
Someone called your name, told you to watch out. But it was too late. The greyish-canary-yellow smoke and liquid of whatever potion they had failed to make splattered on your skin and clogged your airways from your nose and open mouth...
Your voice was never the same after that.
Ace
Ace Trappola was good at lying. Exceptionally good at lying, even. So you'd witnessed firsthand several times, including the first time you met. And those used to dealing in falsehoods will always be the most adept at spotting them in others.
…Yeah you really weren't fooling him.
You had been singing your entire life. It wasn't something you'd ever really thought much about; it was just something you did. When you were young people had said that you had music in your blood— and you wholeheartedly agreed. Whenever a song you knew came on the radio you HAD to sing it, no matter what anyone else in the car thought. You ALWAYS volunteered for karaoke whenever it was an option. Were you a bit of a diva? Maybe just a little bit— but you couldn't help it! You just loved music and singing too much to ever keep it to yourself.
Ace often teased you about your need to be in the spotlight when you sang, loving how huffy you got and how you pouted, or he said that your choice of song was lame— but he never stopped you. He did actually like it, because you singing meant you were happy, after all. But Ace's gotta Ace, and the one and only Ace Trappola couldn't just let people think he was some mushy sap who loved the sound of his lover's voice, now could he?
But still, he'd often jokingly make fun of you, daring you to sing the most embarrassing song you could think of from your homeworld, or just starting a Twisted Wonderland song whose lyrics he knew would make you red in the face from embarrassment just to watch you sing to the very last note despite it. He loved that stubborn side of yours, partly because of how much fun it was to tease you with it. You were…kinda cute when you pouted. …Ok, really cute.
The accident left you with a sore throat for weeks. Your speaking voice returned to normal, but your singing voice…just didn't. You never sang anymore. Didn't even try. He felt a little…scared, to ask you about it.
He missed hearing you sing. Not because of your singing itself, but because it'd become to him the theme music of your happiness. Not having an easy way to know if you were happy or not bothered him more than he thought it would. But what bothered him most was that you didn't even get mad at him! Sure, he was used to covering up his own sadness with a bad joke when he didn't want anyone to know he was down, but seeing you try to do the same just…just no. It felt all kinds of wrong!
You lost your voice because he decided it'd be more fun to goof off and goad his lab-partner on than pay attention to the potion they were supposed to be making, even after Crewel said to be extra cautious making that particular potion. And you didn't even yell at him. Not even a little bit! Not even a pout, or refusing to speak to him in particular for a week or more. That's what he thought he kinda deserved for what happened. That's what he wished you'd do!
Anything was better than…than this!
But he knew you, and he knew calling more attention to it would probably just make you feel even worse. So, like the sleight-of-hand master he was(not really but let him dream won't you?) he drew your attention away from it. He practically dragged you away from moping alone in your room to force you to watch him at Basketball practice, and during the dreaded music lessons he even willingly embarrassed himself by playing the violin so badly it made you burst out laughing and making fun of him when he so much as tried to screech out a single note. Then he dished it out twice as bad when it was your turn to fail at it.
You punched his shoulder. Hard. And pouted at him like you always did. It felt…good, to have something normal.
But he still couldn't shake those feelings of guilt whenever he heard you start to tap along to the rhythm of a song you had playing in your head. It just reminded him every time if the way you used to hum the melodies. He felt like such an ass every time. You'd have to talk about it some day...but for now things would stay in this forced equilibrium.
Until you felt ready.
And until that day, whenever it would be, he'd keep distracting you at all hours of the day, taking your thoughts away from it. You could say it was his way of trying to make it up to you.
…Even though he knew he'd taken too much from you for the guilt to ever really leave him.
But this wasn't about him.
Deuce
Deuce Spade, the former delinquent, aspiring honor student and— despite his best efforts— someone who acted without thinking, knew what it was like to lose your way. It could be said his entire adolescence had been a long period of him continuously losing his way. So much that it, in a sense, became his way? But not a good way. It all caught up with him and smacked him in the face when he'd heard how sad it made his mom, how much it made her worry and even blame herself.
When he got into Night Raven College, he couldn't believe his luck. It was, to him, a second chance. A place he could go where no one knew of him or his past mistakes, where he could create a new identity for himself and become someone better. That was also where he met you. And also developed a big crush on you. You seemed his polar opposite: calm, thoughtful, polite and reserved. A lot of things he wished he was more of. Yet you didn't judge him at all for that delinquent side of him that seemed to rear its ugly head whenever he got too worked up. You even appreciated it when it compelled him to try to protect you and his friends. It made him feel like that was something he really could learn to leave in the past one day…or maybe even learn to repurpose for better things. He gushed about you to his mom over the phone so much that she figured out his feelings for you faster than he himself did. And when he finally did, she was also the one to encourage him to try asking you out.
…But you also ended up inadvertently reminding him of what was so troublesome about it, why he wanted to change it in the first place.
You had always been praised for your singing voice. To the point it was your biggest point of pride— something you took good care of and refined to the exception of almost everything else in your life. Back home your shelves were lined with awards from song competitions and walls with posters for all the different concerts you'd sung in, musicals you'd participated in. 'You have a bright future with music' a teacher had once told you. Those words had engraved themselves into your heart. Not having any idea what the future might hold and how you'd get a job felt less scary when you knew you had your voice to rely on. Being transported to a new world, forced to make a new life from scratch, was difficult. But at least your voice meant you had some kind of potential future career. You could ask Vil to introduce you to someone in the industry, or work for Azul at his lounge.
But you lost it. Because of him. Because he had gotten worked up over a comment Ace made and, as Deuce went to grab his collar, had accidentally knocked over something on the table next to their cauldron, causing it to break against the edge and spill way more than the recipe required into the mixture. The
It wasn't that your singing voice had become gravelly. No. It had disappeared completely. When you opened your mouth to sing, your vocal chords moved, but pure silence followed. Not even your breath was heard.
When your singing voice 'died', all your future plans, ambitions, confidence and sense of self died with it. You had never realized before just how much your voice was a part of your identity— how large of a part of your vision of 'you' that it made up. But now, having realized that the thing which, in your mind, made you 'you' was just...gone...
You didn't know how to handle it.
You became quiet. Barely even spoke. Retreated into yourself. It made him so, so, incredibly worried. He knew it was his fault. That you didn't shake your head when he said as much, a stabbing pain to his gut, only confirmed it for him. He blamed himself. How could he not? In his mind, if only he hadn't taken Ace's words— whom he knew was always just joking and teasing, trying to get a rise out of him— so seriously and entered 'delinquent mode' again and knocked that vial over, none of this would have happened. He didn't know what to do. He wanted to call his mom for advice, like always…but this time he just couldn't. It was too personal. So he waited. He didn't know what else to do but just wait. He wanted to speak to you, too…but he didn't know what to say. So he joined you in your silence, spending as much time next to you as he could, texting rather than talking, even when you were seated right next to each other.
But the worst part was when he'd come to Ramshackle and hear you, who didn't know he was there, clear your throat, obviously to try to sing. Only to be met with silence. Even the creaking of the old wood or the tweeting of nearby birds faded to nothing when you tried. All he could think in those moments was of how badly he'd screwed up.
…Weeks later, you finally spoke again.
"It's...not coming back, is it?" He could tell it was rhetorical. He felt tears mist his eyes and the same guilt stab his heart. He tried to speak. But before he could you turned to him, face for once no longer hidden behind your hair, your eyes already beginning to overflow with tears.
'Oh' he realized. You weren't upset at him. Or at least, not anymore. He didn't know what he could ever do to make up for what happened. But maybe looking at it that way— like something he did wrong— was just making it worse. The more important thing was him being there for you, not beating himself up over something that already happened, that he couldn't change.
Neither of you said anything else; he hugged you close, and you buried your face in his shoulder and you both just cried. His crying was quiet. Yours was wailing, loud enough all of Ramshackle must have heard. But you needed it. To let out your voice in anguish; to use it one last time.
His life trajectory had changed out of guilt. Yours due to something out of your hands. Yet the result remained the same: two people who lost their way, in one way or another, who now had to pick up the pieces and grow past it. When you came back out of your self-imposed, mute isolation, you felt like a different person, the world seemed a different color. It was...scary. Like the sky and horizon had collapsed and revealed a world outside of a box you'd lived in. A world vanished to reveal another. But when you trembled, Deuce was there to take your hand, even though his was trembling just as much. It made the task seem less insurmountable.
Because now you were growing up together.
Jack
Jack Howl knew devotion to an activity well; he had a reason for his training of his body, that which he devoted himself to. And it was no different for you.
You had always filtered your life through music. Music had always been there for you; a sound to use to plug up the thoughts you didn't want to deal with, thoughts that whispered to you that bad things were going to happen. When you couldn't find the words to describe your feelings, you had always been able to find a song that got those same feelings through, and got used to expressing your thoughts through song rather than speech. You had never been very good at speaking. Your vocal chords always seemed to seize up when you even thought of trying. Your life happened entire confined within your head. But singing, you became someone else. Someone with the confidence to speak into being the things within you which had previously been confined to that space.
You didn't merely partake in the act of singing; you were song. From the tips of your lashes to your very core of your bones. While you didn't often sing in front of others, more due to feeling too awkward to start singing out of nowhere for seemingly no reason, Ramshackle was never silent so long as you were there. A second that music was not flowing either through your ears or from your lips was a second not spent living.
He had only ever seen you at your quiet moments, never even having heard your voice before. So he was shocked to see you alone up on stage at a small talent show some of the students had set up. He'd attended because Epel had been forced by Vil to take part. He was surprised, then, when you came onto the stage and began to sing with an incredible passion he never would've imagined someone as shy as you would have.
It…made his heart beat a little louder, seeing you so confidence for once, so clearly in your element. It made him start to look at you in a way he hadn't before, his tail wagging more than usual whenever he saw you. He told you once that you had the talent to make singing your profession one day, and he genuinely believed that.
Then came the accident.
You weren't even together yet when the accident happened. But as one of your closest friends, he noticed the shift in you instantly. Whenever he came to visit Ramshackle, it was dead quiet. You hadn't even put on any music in the background; his hearing was good enough that his ears would've picked up it if you did.
When the Song and Dance Competition, SDC, came to Night Raven College, his chest never stopped hurting through the whole multiple-day event. He felt so restless...he wanted to run to where you were, to comfort you somehow, and he hated that he was too busy helping to build stages and move heavy equipment or shop stands all day to be able to. His ears were laid flat against his head all day, and all through the event. He couldn't even focus on any of the performances.
After it was over, he rushed to Epel to ask where you were, only to find out you'd left as soon as you cast your vote. When he came in through the door and entered the living room where you sat on the creaking couch, you smiled and waved at him the same way you always did.
He knew how much your singing meant to you. There was no way you'd get over it that quickly, right? He knew he couldn't if he somehow became unable to train, or take care of his cacti. And when he looked closer, he saw that your brows were slightly furrowed, eyes more pink than usual at the corners. It broke his heart to think of you crying all on your own. It hurt even more to know it was because of him. But he didn't know what to do to fix it. So he went with his gut, and came closer to hug you.
…And like an idiot, he blurted out how much he liked you. He wanted to kick himself. But you signed that you liked him too, thankfully.
Then Port Fest came around. He felt guilty for you needing to hear all the music in the air and not being able to participate since you couldn't play an instrument. But he didn't want to treat you like glass; he knew you were stronger than that. So he felt caught in a state of limbo, not knowing what to do.
But...something happened which neither of you had expected.
You were put on Saxophone along with Floyd, and while you seemed apprehensive at first, when you started playing, you eventually had a blast!
Later on you ended up playing a short solo of what you'd learned for him; a 'private concert', you'd signed to him. And for a moment, he recognized that fire light up within you again. He laughed.
Not even losing your voice would stop you from pursuing music.
Sebek
Sebek Ziegvolt knew what it was like to feel inadequate, for his efforts to be called 'too much'. He once heard it said that he 'puts in a lot of effort to accomplish barely anything at all'. Yet all it did was push him to push himself even more. For how could he just let such comments stand, debasing his reputation as a knight of Malleus Draconia? It could not stand! Hence why he continued to push himself harder and harder in all he did.
It was that same mantra that lead to the accident. He and Ace had been partnered for Alchemy that day, as Professor Crewel had wished to keep Ace Trappola away from his habitual other half, Deuce Spade. As such, he was paired with Sebek for this class of Freshman Alchemy. In retrospect, Sebek would curse this decision for years to come…
Ace, not wanting to do the work himself, had goaded Sebek into doing his share of the work as well in brewing the voice-changing potion designated as that class' assignment. The attack on his pride left him trying to overcompensate and complete the assignment in half the usual time, to prove himself far more skilled at potion-making than a mere, lazy human!
But then the potion exploded. And you were caught in the crossfire.
While he hadn't admitted it, your soft singing voice had always soothed him— almost like a lullaby. Anyone who payed enough attention would have noticed his voice was always a few decibels quieter after he heard you sing. And you sang often, repeating the lyrics to some Earth song on your way to class by his side, even humming quietly to yourself as you worked. It was the gentle, ambient noise that your presence by his side brought. A sound he'd found himself growing enamoured with.
Your voice enthralled him, capturing his attention fully. Yet it was not purely due to your voice. It was the look of serenity on your face. The way the world around you seemed to stop and hold its breath each time you sang. Your voice was breathtaking, yes, but the pure passion, the sheer joy and bliss your voice carried with each note, no matter the tone or subject material of the song, that truly enraptured him.
Despite his duties, and claiming he only did so on request of Lilia for him to 'get cultured', he never missed any of your shows at the Mostro Lounge. He said it almost seemed disrespectful for the Lounge's business to go up so much whenever you sang on its stage, not realizing the feelings of bitterness in his chest were not at you being disrespected, but jealousy at so many others recognizing your charm. Deep within him— past the already buried desire to want to be by your side, not as a friend, but a lover— he doubted that you would ever look upon him as he did you: with pure adoration.
Yet he was proved wrong. After a show, he had shown up with a small bouquet of flowers— hand-picked, he had made sure to emphasize— to congratulate you for a good performance. He recalls telling you that the performance was…lovely…s-so much so that— while he of course would never speak on his Lord's behalf!— he believed his Young Master might even enjoy it, were he to attend one of your concerts. His face had become redder by the second of him speaking, too caught up in his rambling speech to notice you coming close, until you had cupped his cheeks and silenced him with a kiss. He'd dropped the flowers on the floor.
So then…
When the accident, a failure of his own creation, had robbed you of that joy of yours, he felt so incredibly guilty, and ashamed! You, his beloved, had lost the one thing you loved so much, all due to his mistake. The sheer weight of that guilt, of having cost you your greatest passion in life, threatened to drag him under.
So instead of stewing in those feelings, he acted.
He tried to search through the library top to bottom, asked both Lilia and Crewel for advice on how he might possibly reverse the effects. He even got desperate enough to seed aid from his Young Master. He trembled as he did— what right did he, a mere knight…no, not even a proper knight yet, have to beg a boon from his Lord Malleus? But since it was for you, to restore that smile to your face once more, he felt compelled to.
He cried as he made his request for aid in his search of a cure, overwhelmed with his conflicting interests of wishing to help his beloved and of wishing not to burden his Lord. His cheeks reddened in shame, thick tears rolling over his cheeks, when Malleus agreed to try to help you.
You tried to tell him that him going so far out of his way to find a cure to your predicament wasn't necessary, but no matter how you explained that there are worse things, he refused to budge. It was a matter of pride now, too. He would prove to you that he had the ability to right this wrong; that he was a worthy partner to you, that he could restore to you the thing you lost. Not out of a desire for praise or gratitude this time, but because he knew he alone had to take responsibility for the accident.
The way you shone when you sang, the pure bliss the act seemed to spark in you…he couldn't live with himself if it meant he'd taken that away from you forever.
And you knew how he felt. You knew how important it was to him to be able to be of help to you in what he, not incorrectly, considered your time of need. Losing your voice was…indescribably painful. As though a flame in your soul had been snuffed out like a candle in the wind. Yet you had tried to act as though it didn't truly bother you as much as it did. You still had other avenues of music you could pursue, after all, such as learning to play an instrument…
Yet, though you doubted it was that he saw through that ruse of yours rather than that he felt compelled to right what he saw as a wrong he had committed, the dedication to restore your singing voice…it made you able to cling onto a shred of hope that you might see it returned one day. It reminded you once more of why you fell for him in the first place.
But above all else…he just longed to see the smile you always wore when singing, the smile that without fail made his heart skip a beat, grace your face once more.
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Writing this got me genuinely emotional— my singing is actually one of the things I'm the most proud of in myself and I love singing so much— imagining this scenario happening to myself made me so sad ; ;
But in a good way!
Some didn't turn out as angsty as the prompt described: I can do angst just fine, but if there's not a happy ending, or at least the potential of things becoming better in the future, I just start crying too much
Also didn't keep the 'tries to appear normal' part for all of them since it seems like I'm just incapable of writing the exact same Reader for every single character for a scenario haha ;^^
I think more 'what would be the most interesting way to spin this scenario and how does the Reader need to react to make it so'
And I decided to go with a gender neutral Reader just to make it more inclusive to everyone
Sorry for Jack's part being a bit rushed in places— I'm kinda worn out from the school year haha
My perfectionism keeps telling me it's not good enough for my standards because I know I could do better if I just had more energy, but that just how it be sometimes; better I learn to take the L than never finish this, at least!
But I really hope you like what I did with the prompt!
Also a head's up that, since June is gonna be really busy for me, I'm probably not gonna be able to write much at all until at least the start of July; hence why I've closed writing requests until then.
#twst#twisted wonderland#twst x reader#ace trappola#ace twst#ace twisted wonderland#ace trapolla x reader#deuce spade#deuce twst#twisted wonderland deuce#deuce x reader#jack howl#twst jack#jack howl x reader#sebek zigvolt#twst sebek#twisted wonderland sebek#sebek x reader#Moony's Writing
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okieeeeee dokie. I have gotten several messages about the F jerseys and whether or not louis is giving up larry and whether or not we should just step back because he’s still pushing the narrative and just people being sad in general about all this thinking he doesn’t care about us.
SO instead of replying to you all individually, this is the last im gonna comment on this bullshit unless something massive happens. I hope I can comfort y’all and just overall make this feeling of doubt and grossness and turn it into the fight that we’ve been fighting for 14 years and remind you all to stay strong.
Multiple anons, and anyone else interested, welcome to the show.
So, to start this off, im gonna provide you all with some links, to remind you of just how orchestrated bbg and all of this is. This will preface this conversation with a much stronger tone because well… you have to remember how fucked up this stunt is and how poorly it was conceived (pardon the pun).
Links here, here, here, and here
Okay. So. BBG is the biggest load of bullshit I’ve ever heard (reference fully intended). This shit was so poorly done, with so many mistakes, and so many things that didn’t add up. All on top of a young dude who’s meant to be marketable to the masses as attainable, to provide more sales etc., and not a bad boy that fucks multiple women and gets one of them pregnant. That’s just… not good PR, first of all, and also negatively affects not only him, but the band as well, regardless of them going on break. Why not just have Louis single and attainable? Market him as a bit more charming and sexy and maybe doing the Harry thing, to ensure more promo?
Well, because Louis was the punching bag for SC and friends and they didn’t want him to take the limelight off Harry for a solo career, and needed to be as far away as possible from each other to ensure Harry’s coming out. ANYWAY you’ve heard me talk about this shit before yada yada yada. So, im gonna chat about what’s happening now instead.
For the last little while, Larries have been given small sips of water while being stranded in the desert, is kinda the best way I can describe it. We’re only getting content from Louis, also, which is something to remember. We’re not getting double the content from Harry so it’s been fairly quiet. Anyway. We’ve gotten green and blue lights, coded clothing, 7, gazing and pointing at the ceiling/boxes, all that stuff, but really, it’s no proof. It’s little tidbits in the grand scheme of things, and unfortunately in this grand scheme of things, exists bbg.
Louis has been single for a long while now, and his dating life doesn’t get traction in the press. Neither will these jerseys or really much else he does. Unless he were to be tied to a major artist/actress who’s super famous, he’s not gonna get any further press outside of the realm he is currently in, unfortunately. And I think perhaps that is something he tends to reference when he’s on stage. The whole “we did this together, we need each other, we didn’t need anyone else’s help, im so lucky that you accept me as I am” etc, because he’s not been stunting to up his market value. He’s just… doing well with the fans. It’s lucky he has such a dedicated fanbase. Artists don’t have this all the time.
Now, idk why tf LATAM has brought on so much F content with these jerseys, and I don’t know who in their right mind is actually spending money on this shit to gift to Louis (particularly in an economic cost of living crisis), but it’s truly bizarre. If I believed in bbg, I wouldn’t be giving him gifts for his kid, and I could’ve done it quite easily backstage by getting someone to leave it in his dressing room or whatever. But it’s weirddddd and a waste of moneyyyyy and doesn’t make him love you any more than other fans. Is it like a weird anti power play or something? Idk. But what I do know, is that these jerseys have had a very clear narrative.
Idk if something is coming or Harry is gonna come out or whatever, but Louis is doing his pretty little barely smile and wave and glancing at these jerseys before popping them on the stage. He doesn’t seem to look particularly over the moon with them, does he? He’s just like “oh okay thanks” and slaps the hell out of his chest and goes back to doing whatever he was doing. If he loved getting gifts from fans for F all over the world (and didn’t think it was weird nor was it a setup), I imagine maaaaaybe he’d show it off to the crowd a bit more? Maybe a “this is great, thank you! Everyone look at this sick jersey for my little lad! He’s gonna love that” because Louis is SO proud of that kid and loves that kid SO much and I just feel like he’d be more excited about it.
If bbg was real and he found it weird, he’d still probably smile a little more and be a little more into it than what he seems to be. This second time round was a bit more of a grimace and I just don’t see him being stoked about it. But let’s talk about that… why has there been two fucking jerseys for “his” kid given to him in very close succession? wtf is going on?
well, one of those times, apparently the Louis jersey was gifted to him backstage, but they saved the F jersey to give it to him on stage. Personally, idk, if I was a fan and brought these jerseys and got to go backstage (?????) to gift him them, I would probably give them at the same time. Because that makes sense. Because otherwise you need to carry it around and also try and get his attention from the crowd and it just seems surely like more of a fuck around. It’s weird, weird, and weird, and feels like way more of a set up than usual.
Because, it’s just a little reminder for everyone about bbg, and that it exists. It’s a good little thing to just upkeep that narrative without having to DO anything. It’s easy. But also interesting timing, and why now?
Harry’s coming back on the radar slowly, after a BUA, and so perhaps there could be a coming out in the near future that would encourage Louis to continue to look hettie af. Perhaps it’s to distract from any larry stuff that may happen or has happened around this time. Maybe it’s a good little way to upkeep the narrative if Louis and Harry start forming a friendship or liking each other’s photo online or SOMETHING. it can be for so many reasons. But, the main one isn’t to get rid of us. I promise you that.
Louis’ fandom, while it slowly continues to develop and grow, is majority larries. It’s just a matter of fact that more Larries flocked to Louis when Harry started getting a fucking crazy fanbase and started doing a million stunts. Louis felt safer, and continues to feel safer. Don’t get me wrong, still a huge amount of harries are larries, but as it stands, Louis has a very strong amount of us on his side. And he’s not an idiot, he knows that. He knows his demographic, he would be updated about that by PR, and they would analyse it too and see what needs to be damage control, what the age ranges are, what the social media content is between the fans, and how they view louis. All very basic stuff, and so he’d know. Hence the “so be it” comment. He knows that without us, there was a larger potential he could’ve flipped and would be playing theatres as opposed to arenas. He could’ve pushed us waaaaay further away than what he has with his weird little denials and F comments, he could have that kid at more shows and be flaunting him on Instagram, and could be actively trying to really squash it. But he doesn’t (some people say it’s because being linked to Harry gives him promo but that’s another conversation for another time so don’t bring that up please haha).
He states, very loudly and clearly, that he appreciates and loves every single one of us. He doesn’t make snide comments, he doesn’t say this kind of dismissively, he makes a point to say he loves all of us no matter what. He pointedly said that he thanks us for accepting him. And quite frankly, if I was in his position, I’d probably find a better way of saying that if I wanted to dispel the rumours.
These little jersey setups (which I believe one person has started and others have followed giving a great little way to remind us of bbg from louis’ team and UAs), are awfully staged and just cause fights within the fandom. It’s not ideal, but hell, it beats seeing him with that kid everywhere. And these days are very interesting with how fans get their information. Years ago, while we had groupies and insiders, update accounts weren’t manipulated the way they are now. We had blind items, sure, but anyone could write into that. We had receipts, and while many were real, many also weren’t. But now… with how big fanbases are online, the best way to communicate narratives are fan to fan, as opposed to media to fan. It seems more genuine. It seems less fake like media items are. It looks real.
So with these jersey incidences and UAs blabbering on and posting pictures of jerseys before the show and saying how much Louis loved them and all that, it’s manipulated as more real than what it is. You can’t write an article about everything, but you can tip off UAs or Deuxmoi with a fake name to get them to post shit for the fandom exclusively to see. It’s simple, but very effective. And it’s just… pure marketing, and encourages artist to fan interaction (which should be supported online but the boys can lack that these days which is shit on their behalf), and helps dispel the rumours within the fandom.
Wow okay. This turned into an essay and im not actually gonna reread it because I don’t have time but if you’ve gotten this far in my rambling, kudos to you. My main points are:
- no matter how many jerseys louis gets for F, he’s still not a dad
- those jerseys will not magically make him a dad
- these stunt narratives are sooooo see through and boring these days I just roll my eyes at it but thank god it’s a lot more lowkey to what it could be
- Louis loves us and wants us here bc we pay his bills and also accept him and support him and we’re on whatever journey he wants to take together
- these little ongoing narrative pushes can be the preface to a coming out on Harry’s side/reconciliation between the boys
- keep an eye on body language throughout these interactions
- giving gifts to ur fave relating to their kid no matter what you believe is creepy and weird and a lot of us seem to be in agreement on that
- this shit isn’t louis’ fault
- don’t believe everything you read on Twitter
- they missed the boat on ending this stunt years ago and ending it now is gonna be very fucking hard
- it’s easily arguable that even if Larry wasn’t real, Louis’ still not a dad
thanks team!
#louisisalarrie chats#bbg#fucking hell#I hate that we’re still talking about this shit#but in a way it’s important#if you need more resources let me know
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Laith ur post on proship/anti kinda reminded me of this post Like the bit about how proshippers are more bold; it reminded me of that anon's experience
I take anon stories with a grain of salt however I have to admit that Ive seen this sort of behavior very often with my own eyes including messages Ive received years ago, so it wouldnt sound very farfetched to say that it actually happened.
What Ive seen from a lot of self identified proshippers is that they flex about the controversial things they enjoy, as if liking that makes them superior to everyone else who finds it gross. I dont know how to explain it but theres this childish bully behavior from adults where if they see an "anti" disagreeing with them, they'll unashamedly show them triggering content to "own the sensitive antis" or some stupid shit like that (and yknow it's totally fine to show this to random people unprompted because nothing is real) Kinda like how edgy teenagers purposefully make others uncomfortable by spamming edgy shit and then laugh at how "sensitive" people are. Actually I'd say it's practically the same thing.
Like yeah Ive seen things go too far on both sides and everyone always talks about how antis harass random people but it would be a completely lie if I said that proshippers have never made vile threats and are always the victims. Im not really a fan of telling others what to do or how to think, but like. I dont think someone hating noncon or whatever warrants any response like this. Generally speaking dark elements in fiction is not for everyone and it's quite literally about covering triggering topics, and most people do not like talking about things like this especially in detail.
People can argue that they should fuck off from proship spaces if theyre uncomfortable (even then I do not think it's justified to respond with graphic threats) however they also do this with basically anyone who expresses a negative opinion on their interests and they treat it as a personal attack, or they will think it's just another anti trying to be morally superior to them when youre allowed to just Not like something. I say this because it happens to me who has expressed that I dislike looking at "problematic" content without saying a single thing about my views on censorship or morality or whatever
#asks#i think what many people should realize is that theres always gonna be people who will hate you even if you are completely 'unproblematic'#i could say i hate oranges and somewhere out there the Orange Man will think Im the worst person alive for thinking this#so if you always get offended when strangers dont share the same tastes as you then idk what to say man#especially when your whole thing is being anti harassment i would expect you to. yknow. Not harass someone even if you find them annoying
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Yikes
Author's Note: So basically the first two parts of this rewrite are me setting up a bit of backstory, since I didn't think MC randomly being transported into the past made much sense. After all, I'm trying to create one cohesive story out of the existing content from the original Obey Me game and its Nightbringer spinoff.
The fact that we actually managed to spend some time downtown without our plan going sideways is a feat within itself. If I was with anyone else, we would have been on Plan E by now, and that's on a good day.
But then I happen to notice the back of someone's head and thought their ombre hair looked rather familiar. Stupidly, I ask Solomon to confirm my suspicions, and rather than verbally answer me, he walks up to them and taps them on the shoulder. They whip around, revealing themselves to be exactly who I thought they were.
And now she's got him backed against an alley wall with a dagger pressed against his throat.
"Who are you, and what have you done to my Solomon?" Thirteen hisses. I've only met her once before, but I figured that she would have this kind of reaction. After all, she is a reaper; I'm sure she's able to tell the age of someone's soul simply by looking at them, and no amount of illusion is going to hide that reality from her.
"I promise I can explain," Solomon gasps. "Just...could you possibly let me breathe?" Thirteen narrows her eyes but nevertheless takes a step back, making sure her dagger is still visible as she crosses her arms.
"Thanks," he responds, his voice sounding less hoarse. "The simple answer is that we're from a future timeline. We're here to gather information so that we're able to help someone back home." Thirteen glances at me, but then does a double take as her eyes widen.
"I know you," she tells me. "You've been popping in and out of my cave recently."
"I...I don't know what you're talking about," I meekly reply.
"Of course you wouldn't. I haven't seen you before." I'm confused. She just contradicted herself.
"Then how--"
"The soul," Thirteen interrupts. "It's this bright white light that's been dancing around different parts of my cave. I've heard it whispering, but it was always out of reach, and every time I would try to get closer to hear it better, it would always fly off somewhere." She pauses. "Question is, what is it doing inside a demon?"
"It's a disguise," Solomon answers.
"I wasn't talking to you," Thirteen snaps at him. "So you'd best keep your mouth shut until I'm ready to speak to you again. As it is, you're incredibly lucky I haven't just gone ahead and slit your throat already." I knew she was feisty, but damn. Didn't expect her to threaten Solomon's life.
"Hold out your hand," she instructs, focusing her attention back on me. Not wanting to upset her any more, I do as she asks, and she sandwiches it between her own hands.
"Now, look into my eyes."
"You're not going to charm me, are you?" The dumb question escapes my mouth before I can stop it.
"What? No! I mean, not that you're not attractive, but that's not why I'm doing this. I need to take a better look at your soul, and that's best done through skin-to-skin contact."
"Oh." For a few moments, I find myself magically drowning in Thirteen's eyes as she does whatever she's doing to examine my soul. What is she trying to find in there, anyway?
She suddenly lets go of my hand, stepping away from me.
"Well, that explains that," she murmurs before clearing her throat. "Alright. I believe you, Solomon." He breathes a sigh of relief.
"I wouldn't get too comfortable," she warns him. "If you've retained any of your old habits, I might just have to set a trap or two on you to teach you a lesson."
"Understood." There's a slight smirk on his face. Does he not think that she'll follow through on her threat? A slight blush dusts Thirteen's cheeks as she guides us out of the alley and back onto the street. I would question it, but I don't want to set her off again, so I just keep my mouth shut.
"About a month ago, the Prince put an ad in all the local newspapers," Thirteen states to Solomon as we're walking. "He's looking for an attendant to help six fallen angels and a freshly-born demon settle into life in the Devildom. He's held auditions, but all of them have ended in disaster. Based on what I saw, your friend here would be perfect for the job."
"Is that where we're going now?" Solomon asks.
"Yes. Although when we get there, I need to have a few words with him and his butler first. They need to understand the situation." She turns her head towards me. "By the way, what's the deal with the two names? Your birth name would have been just fine in your current form."
"I didn't think it would fit a demon," I quietly answer, surprised that she dug that bit of information out of my soul. "Plus, I thought that it would be confusing to have two MCs exist in history."
"Fair enough. So, MC in private, Zephyr in public?" I nod my head, and Thirteen reaches down and grabs my hand.
"It's alright," she whispers. "There's no need to be nervous. I'll make sure you don't get in trouble. Just focus on getting the position, okay?"
"What did you see?" I ask her quietly, curious about what looking into my soul revealed to her.
"Enough to tell me that you're a good person who's helped these guys once before."
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#obey me shall we date#obey me mc#obey me thirteen#obey me solomon#obey me diavolo#obey me lord diavolo#obey me barbatos
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“We Take it Day by Day” | fluff, some comfort, artist! marvin
it is now officially may 27th at 8 for me, so here’s the falsettos fic i promised y’all!
summary: marvin loves sketching whizzer, but is a little embarrassed about it. whizzer has to find out about it on his own.
word count: 1,080
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Everything was truly, undoubtedly, alright. For the first time in Marvin’s life, he felt he could finally breathe. Him and Whizzer had been back together for a month, both men content with the life they had built, and the relationship they were working to rebuild.
Things were different this time; things were better. The two were happy. Which brings them here, laying in bed, Whizzer holding Marvin from behind- arms around his middle, while Marvin laid awake.
Marvin spared a glance over his shoulder, looking over Whizzer’s relaxed and peaceful state. Before, Marvin never saw Whizzer like this. They would screw, Whizzer would leave, and Marvin would let him. But now, Marvin tried to soak in as much of Whizzer as he could.
Marvin could stare at him for hours on end, never looking away, and never getting bored.
Over those two years alone, Marvin picked up drawing. His new psychiatrist, Cynthia, had suggested it, saying it would be good for him to be able to get his inner ideas out through using his natural creativity, and soon after taking up the hobby, he had realized he was actually quite good at it. He studied styles and anatomy in his free time, finding solace in both the order and disorder a person would draw with.
On weekends, when he would begrudgingly sit in the bleachers of whatever field Jason’s baseball game was being held at, he would take out his sketchbook and draw his surroundings. He would draw Jason out on the field, the nature around them, the streets, and sometimes even Trina and Mendel, hands intertwined, when he could push down his pride.
And that day, the day Whizzer was brought back to him, the moment he sat in front of him and turned to face the field, Marvin had pulled out his sketchbook and drawn the back of his head. That drawing had been the first of many- the pages of his sketchbook basically all now of Whizzer. From behind, from the side, from above, but one he hadn’t yet captured was him head-on.
Marvin was shy about this hobby, never directly asking Whizzer to pose, and always hiding his sketchbook whenever the younger man would shift or look his way. But this was perfect- Whizzer laying on his side facing Marvin, giving him a clear view of his face.
So, Marvin, ever the opportunist, wiggled out of Whizzer’s hold, and quietly opened the drawer of his nightstand. As quietly as he could, Marvin repositioned himself to be sitting crisscrossed facing Whizzer, and began sketching.
He looks over the details of his face- the deep dip of the bridge of his nose, the permanent pout of his lips, the perfect swoop of his hair that looks flawless, even now. As he sketches, using the glow of the street lights from outside the window as his light source, he gets lost in the detail. After laying out the guidelines, the rest was almost effortless- Marvin having practically memorized every wrinkle and divot of Whizzer’s face.
Too lost in the page, Marvin fails to notice the others' eyes open.
“Marvin?”
He jolts at the voice, almost falling off the bed before meeting Whizzer’s eyes. The other man’s gaze drifts down to Marvin’s lap- shit, Marvin thinks, the notebook. He snaps it shut, shoving both it and his pencil off the bed like a child who had just been caught with a cookie. It hits the ground with a quiet thud. “Uh, what was that?” Whizzer’s eyebrow quirks up as he sits up on one elbow.
”Nothing!” Marvin replies far too quickly, “It’s nothing.” Whizzer hums, suspicious, as he tries to lean forward past Marvin to get a better look at what he had tossed away so hastily. Marvin shuffles- trying to block Whizzer’s view with his body- but fails.
Whizzer catches sight of the object on the floor, only making out the shape before he’s lightly shoved back. “Whizzer, please- just go back to sleep.” Marvin all but begs. Whizzer just stares at him, giving him a look that he’s never once been able to resist. It’s full of concern, a silent plea.
Marvin huffs, annoyed, but complies with the unspoken request. He gets up, switching on his bedside lamp, and picks up the sketchbook. He gently sits back down next to Whizzer, feeling his gaze following his every move. He begins flipping through the pages, past dozens of sketches of Whizzer, before stopping on the new page.
He hesitates, what if he thinks it’s weird? what if he doesn't like it? Getting lost in his thoughts of doubt for a moment before a warm hand is placed on his knee. He looks at Whizzer, takes a breath, and flips the book around.
Whizzer quietly gasps, reaching for the book, “Marv, this is,” Marvin holds his breath, “this is beautiful.” He smiles, sitting up fully, resting against the headboard, and begins going through the previous pages. “You think so?” Marvin asks. “I know so. When did you start drawing? I didn’t even know you liked art.” His tone wasn’t condescending, but Marvin couldn’t help but feel self conscious.
”Two years ago, after the breakup. Cynthia suggested it.” He fiddles with his fingers, watching Whizzer’s face for any signs of disapproval; signs that never came. Whizzer’s eyes soften, smiling once more as his gaze lands on a sketch of Jason on the baseball field.
“Marvin, I just- I don’t know what to say. These are amazing. Though I do wish you had told me sooner so I could’ve posed better.” He gestures to another page with a drawing of Whizzer sitting on the couch, eyes fixed on the baseball game on the tv. Marvin chuckles lightly.
“So…you like them?” Whizzer shuts and places down the sketchbook, holding Marvin’s head in his hands, “I love them.” He kisses him on the forehead before reaching past Marvin to place the book on the nightstand. “Now c’mon, it’s like 4am, let’s go back to sleep.”
Marvin lays down and shuffles back under the covers, laying his head on Whizzer’s chest. As he begins to drift back to sleep, he feels Whizzer’s fingers begin carding through his hair. “I love you.” He hears from above him. “Love you too.” He mumbles in response.
He listens to the steady heartbeat of his lover, and silently thanks whatever god is out there for bringing Whizzer back to him. For once, he thinks, everything was truly, undoubtedly, alright.
#falsettos#marvin falsettos#whizzer falsettos#marvin cohen#whizzer brown#falsetto fic#artist marvin#i’m crazy for artist marvin#idiots in love#literal sleeping together
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I was meant to go and wash my hair like an hour ago but instead I have been glued to Tumblr and reading up about dickkory in part 2 of Titans s4. 👀
#dc titans#dickkory#i am excited#im hoping the season and my babies end on a high#my expectations are high for my loves#but also im v aware that its literally 6 eps#so i will actually take whatever content of them#but the synopsis sounds promising#its hard not to get excited#😭😭
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at the rate this is going I'm seriously debating not even going to the tour
#fio.txt#there's not even europe dates yet obviously but im so done#just the tour? i would have side eyed#but the tour AND A COMEBACK THE MONTH BEFORE#nah#i feel like im turning into a lil hater here and i dont even want that but the concept pics for the cb feel so...uninspired#idk golden hour sounds pretty epic but the pics are pretty bland and boring to me#do something cool and artistic for gods sake take some time to actually get behind a concept then give them time TO PROMOTE AND THEN REST!!!#!!!!!!!!!!!!#and then and THEN you may have them tour again#literally 2026 usa tour would have been more than enough theyve been on tour every single year the past three (four with 2025 ig) and that#is not fucking sustainable#im gonna be really honest here#this ongoing situation with them is a big part of why i was highly kpop critical before i got into it#bc all i had heard was that the idols are pretty much just obects to be marketed and worked to burnout to get the most money possible#out of them#being kind of dehumanised and instead turned into content to be consumed#like they as persons and whatever artistic vision and passions and dreams they might have are secondary to capitalist greed#and that makes me so so sad and also frustrated and i want to rage and throw a few bricks through kq ents windows
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Hrmm... Revising my game and I feel like there's still sooo much writing left to do, for something that probably won't even amount to much, so.. I do want to narrow my focus more (especially given my health problems seeming to get worse/less energy the past few years), but I'm not sure how would be best to...
I currently have 5 characters as the Main ones with full planned questlines and such, with each character having 6 quests you can do for them. But I haven't really started the writing for the 5th main character.
So then I was thinking, if I were going to write 6 full quests worth of content anyway... is it better to allocate that time on just doing a Complete 6 Quests for ONE single character, OR would it be better to do something like.. choose THREE side characters and do 2 quests for each of them? So that people have a wider variety to interact with and sort of sample around (of course with the idea that, once the first version of the game is released, IF people actually care about it enough to make it worth the effort, I would then add additional content to complete those 3 characters stories as well)
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SO... If you were playing an interactive fiction sort of game centered around talking to & doing quests for a cast of characters (like there's no larger plot, more it's just about interacting with people, every character kind of has a self contained story, the focus is just learning about them and the world and exploring the area) --- Which would you rather have?
(and of course it would be stated up front which characters have only partial questlines, so people don't expect them to have full quests like the others and then get disappointed, or etc. etc.)
Basically, is it better to just focus in specifically on having one fully complete questline? Or for there to be a few stories that are not complete yet, but have more initial options available?
#I guess I just feel weird about investing too much into characters if possibly nobody will like them. so the idea of being able to sample#around a wider variety opens up the option of like 'hey even if neither of these 4 are your favorite - you have 3 other options soon too!'#or whatever. BUT I also am very anti-the trend of releasing half finished games or shit like that where people preorder and then#the game sucks on actual release and isn't fully playable or good until 5 updates later#HOWEVER.. those are giant companies with hundreds of employees and millions in funding. I feel like it's different for someone#if they're just like ''hey I am getting zero money for this and doing it entirely on my own in my free time and before I do like 50+ hours#of work on top of the 100+ hours of work that I already did - I would like maybe to at least see some proof#people are interested in this - so I'm releasing the game with like a small amount of the originally intended content removed#that I still have planned out and hope to add later and the game is still entirely done and completely functional#except for just a few quests I might add later.. sorry'' etc. etc. ??? like I think that's different. but maybe some people dont see#it that way and would still be like 'grrr.. how dare there be unfinished options..>:V" idk#And the nature of the quests is such that it's not weird to have it be partial like.. again.there's no major plot. it's not like the quests#are leading up to some dramatic thing and having them half done would make it feel like a cliffhanger. It's meant to be very casual just#chilling and doing little tasks and such. And last thing to clarify I guess - by 'side character' I don't mean taking some unimportant bac#ground character and forcing them to have quests. I mean like.. originally the game had 8 full characters and I thought that was#too much so I cut it down to 5. So I still had everything planned for all the side characters too. Id' just be like.. re-giving them#quests and focuses that were already planned from the beginning but that I got rid of.. former main characters banished to the side lol..#ANYWAY... hrmm... hard to decide... It's just so niche I think. I feel more and more like I should just get it to a 'proof#of concept' state and get it out there to interest check rather than invest in it soooo much for nothing. Because I really do not have the#tastes other people do or interact with games or have interest in things in the same way. A lot of the stuff that I love (slow. character#focused things with basicaly no action or plot where its' just about getting to explore a world and learn about#people in a casual low stakes setting but ALSO not romance) I think people find very boring so... lol...#This year as I try to pick the project back up again after abandoning it for like 3 years I keep looking at stuff and going.. ough...#yeah... cut this maybe.. I should cut that too.. I should make them a side character.. remove this.. blah blah..#Though I did ADD a journal and inventory system and other things that like People Expect Games To Have so.. maybe#that will count for something.. hey..you can collect items.. it's not just 'talking to elves for 600 hours simulator'.. are you#entertained yet? lol.... When I was making my other tiny game for that pet website and I gave it to the play testers and someone was like#''it should have achievements so I feel I'm working towards something concrete'' I was literally so blindsided like..??... people WANT that#in games..? is the goal not simply to wander aimlessly &fixate on world/character lore& make your own silly pointless personal goals? I did#do them though because it IS fun to make up little achievement names and such but.. i fear i am out of touch so bad lol..
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because…………… joan being the one pining after abe in s1 but that being flipped around in s2 and that leading to parallel gandhi pining after abe in s1 and that being flipped around to abe missing gandhi…………
#ooohhhh i have never wanted content for a ship i like more in my entire life#just rewatching s3 i keep on noticing all the little things that tie back to them#like abe getting hit by the prepcourse truck and the fact that hes so coddly and possessive of everyone he makes friends with#because losing gandhi just messed him up THAT bad that everytime he thinks hes gonna lose another person close to him#he just completely loses it and immediately grabs and kicks onto whatever action he takes that’ll keep them from leaving him#JSIST LIKE HOW GANDHI WAS TORN AWAY FROM HIM BUT HES STILL SO KIND#HE NEVER ACTED SALTY AROUND JOAN WHEN SHE HAD TO STOP BEING FRIENDS WITH HIM FOR HEALTH REASONS#WHEN HE ACTUALLY REALISED JFK WOULD BE UNHAPPY STSYING FRIENDS WITH HIM AS HIS OLD SELF HE TOLD HIM TO DO WHAT HE FELT RIGHT#EVERUTHKNG ABE DOES IN THE NEW SEASONS IS BECAUSE OF GANDHIS ABSENCE OK YOU GOTTA BELIEVE ME#ok caps offnow’but. even if it’s not real even if it’s only a hallucination or a simulation even if it’s the last time i need to see them#together again i wanWAAGAHAHJFN#wahr ufuckiing ever sandisxh attacks🥪🥪🥪🥪🥪🥪🥪🥪🥪🥪🥪🥪🥪🥪🥪🥪🥪🥪🥪🥪#mine#clone high spoilers
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So for some reason, I thought I would not have to do specialty-specific research to match pulm/crit, and that I could get away with exclusively having medical education scholarly projects. This was probably dumb of me, but I am nevertheless really unhappy to find out I was wrong. I just hate research man. I love science, I love digging into the literature and coming up with good questions and synthesizing information, but I hate performing analysis myself. I especially hate churning out shitty chart reviews and case reports just to pack my resume, and the thought of having to keep doing that during residency makes me wanna throw up. The vast majority of research done by physicians is utter trash (we do not have the time or training to complete meaningful research on our own most of the time!), it doesn’t improve physicians’ scientific literacy, it is just chasing prestige. I hate it. Please please let me work on a project that is actually meaningful.
#I so often feel like the wrong kind of person for medicine purely because I am more focused on teaching and community health#and I do not care about getting in NEJM or whatever#like good for the people who are actually doing good research#I am not one of them#can we not consider that maybe medicine should have multiple types of people with different interests#also I do not have infinite time#so doing shitty research projects takes my time away from actually worthwhile projects that I care about#also like half the reason I switched from neurosurgery was that I didn’t wanna be trapped doing shitty research#just to hang onto an academic job so I can occasionally teach#and it looks like I am trapped there anyway with IM!#god fucking dammit!#i just hate it i fucking hate it#why isn’t it enough to practice medicine and teach residents and med students#why do I have to be a scientist before I can be an ICU doctor#they are different fucking professions#okay I guess I’ll wrap up my rant here#my content#my text posts#medblr#med school#medicine#med student
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“There is no fanfic on Stephs treatment I have checked” that’s like the whole point.
#I’m not saying ur wrong bc it’s not canon#I’m saying ur wrong bc ur perpetuating the misogyny that got u there in the first place#and yeah imma take it there it IS that deep to me sorry#like this isn’t like a diff in opinion on an arc or smth#this is quite literally the bigotry that fandoms supposed to be an escape from manifesting itself again with a rainbow flag over it it’s so#like first of all not that serious but concerning to me is getting into smth without knowing the source material#u don’t need to know the exact timeline of events and which specific Batmobile Bruce had in every era duh#that’d be hypocritical to say I read character to character screw the timeline lmao#but it’s like. ur telling me u adore Dick Grayson and have never picked up NTT?#u wanna analyze the queer coding in Tim’s character but you’ve never read his og robin run?#u wanna talk about Damian’s character growth but you’ve only read Batman and Robin 2020s?#u ADORRRRE steph and cass and you haven’t even read batgirls#and that’s like nonissues#my issues are u wanna discuss how Barbara is actually so cold and cruel to dick for how she handled Catalina and you’ve never read birds of#prey and actually dick never cheated so (this isn’t me being hypocritical if you’ve seen that post I just lowk changed my mind)#or if he did it was justified or whatever#you wanna talk about how Jason and Roy are soulmates and you can’t tell me a single thing besides he’s an archer a father and an addict#it’s like ur putting shit out there about these characters and their relationships and you don’t know them#and more people who don’t know them see ur shit and do the same thing#and that’s mid level issue#the BIG issue is that y’all have not unpacked ur racism misogyny or classism enough to do this and then turn around and say ur fixing dc or#whatever. u have not done enough work to speak on Jason or Damian and say they deserve better whilst u water down their anger into smth#palatable and sweet on ur white faves. u don’t get to complain about how there’s not enough about steph and all u do is spread more made up#shit to infantilize tim. and I’m not saying I’ll never read a tim centric fic that’s ooc and stupid and have fun#I do that and I don’t talk about it bc that shit should not be the main writing you find when you look for BATMAN lmao#and even then they HIGHEST problem is that even when people make more content centering the woc poc and yes even WW it still doesn’t get any#traction bc y’all haven’t unpacked as much of ur racism and misogyny as u think u have#making hcs about tim being a Barbie and Jason being a feminist and dick painting his nails is not progressive when Steph and cass are#cardboard cutouts or the vehicles through which the white men discover feminity is ok actually and nothing else#and then Duke and Damian are the token straights or allies. like y’all are so sick lmao
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I ended up reading The Price of the Phoenix and while it didn't make me want to bleach my eyes like Killing Time, I still didn't like it as much as I hoped I would. Don't get me wrong, the homoeroticism was intriguing to me, but the actual writing and storyline itself left me with a headache. I think I get my hopes up with these books, given all of the possibilities that the written word has for Trek, and it inevitably sets me up for disappointment lol
#if u liked it thats fine I just kind of hated it#star trek#The only ones Ive genuinely liked so far is STTMP and the one about Garak written by Andrew Robinson#i wish Roddenberry had written more. STTMP was no literary masterpiece but his writing style had a lot of potential and I feel that#he actually captured the characters authentically and you could relate to their feelings#Price of the Phoenix had all of this corny alpha male shit going on that almost made me feel#like the author just didn't know how to write men or something#Like they relied a lot on stereotypes of the time which sucked considering that Kirk and co. are supposed to be living in the future#the dialogue was clunky and even confusing at times#and the characters were just#idk. vapid to me#Like Kirk and Spock's love for each other is portrayed which is nice but basically everything else about them just didnt feel#accurately characterized or otherwise explored#it was basically just muliple chapters of several different versions of Kirk getting his ass kicked & this big weird villain dude taking up#space on the page with his plan to take over the universe or whatever#the reincarnation concept was intriguing but the themes just weren't clear enough for me#the end haha#sttos#k/s#review#price of the phoenix#well Im glad I read it anyway I was curious#i get kind of leary of certain K/S content TBF since a lot of it- esp around that time- comes off as voyeuristic towards M/M relationships#a lot of those ppl didnt exactly care about queer movements as much as they cared about seeing their two fictional favs fuck#yes there were queer writers but we didnt always exactly get center stage in these things#you can tell what is written with respect and whats just kinda. written. you feel me#i love K/S and its history but Im not gonna pretend all or even half of it was written with the intention of uplifting queer men#i ended up having more to say than I realized uhhhhhh to be continued at another date
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