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rosewaterandivy · 9 months

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fightin' to get better

modern!eddie x f!reader

summary: eddie does his damndest to get us out of the study to take a frickin' break.

a/n: My blog is 18 +, minors DNI; purely self-indulgent smut and prosaic idolatry here, my usual brand of filth.

🎶 ooh, let you slide up your hand, uh oh, let go all of my plans 🎶

Grad school could suck a dick. A whole bag of ‘em as far as you were concerned. The entirety of your summer had been taken up by this final class— a subject you loved, but far too much reading and work assigned for the condensed semester.

Eddie thought so too.

The man was quick to chime in when you’d had a glass of wine or two and finally extricated yourself from the front room you’d claimed as an office. Couldn’t understand how you would be complaining one minute and then the second he adds his two cents, you’re defending the professor in question.

But then again, you’d always been tender-hearted.

Which more than explained your penchant for collecting strays, present company excluded, naturally.

“That’s it,” he says, fingers working to peel the damp label from the beer bottle. “First thing tomorrow, I’m gettin’ on the horn with this so-called professor.”

“Eddieeee,” you whine, lips falling into a pout. “Don’t do that.”

He leans into it really playing it up, an eye roll and scoff combo, head inclining to rest on your shoulder as he falls on you dramatically.

“Can’t have my best girl pulling all-nighters every other week.”

His voice was softer, not laced with his typical jocular tone. The bright images of the screen dance across your faces in the cool room. Eddie settles against you, warm breath fanning across your chest and neck.

He can see the subtle dark hues beneath your eyes, hates the evidence of your sleepless nights spent in front of the computer, nose buried in a book.

“I know,” you rasp after a beat or two. “I’ll get better baby, I promise. S’just a few more weeks and then I’m army-crawling to the finish line.”

He cracks a smile, unable to hide his elation at your accomplishment— at you.

Eddie Munson and his genius girlfriend, who would’ve thought?

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So it really shouldn’t be a surprise a week or two later when Eddie wanders into the study to find you up at all hours of the night. Again.

“Babe—”

“Jesus Christ!” You jolt in your chair, startled by the sound, and slowly swivel toward him. A deep breath once you realize who it is, eyes adjusting to the darkness of the room.

And, sure enough, your boyfriend is standing there wiping the sleep from his eyes, sporting his Suspiria sweats and looking entirely displeased.

“God Eds, make a noise! You’re like Ruth Gordon just standing there with a tannis root.”

He crosses his arms with a sign, ignoring your barb. Ruth Gordon, with her blue eye shadow and head scarf? Puh-leeze.

“You said you’d be ten minutes.”

You shudder at the timbre of his voice— raspy and low, hitting the sweet spot that sends heat rushing to your core.

“Shit, I’m sorry, babe.”

Glasses discarded and hair askew, you sigh catching the time and start to pack it in for the night.

Eddie is surprisingly quick for someone snatched from sleep and dreaming, he turns your chair away from the desk and fixes you with a look.

The penetrating kind, where he squints and tilts his head like he just can’t figure you out. And yeah, he’s never really understood academia or why the books you’ve had to buy are always so damn expensive. But he does his best to support you, reminds you to eat and sleep more than he’d like because you have the tendency of getting too caught up and distracted.

His gaze softens, “C’mere pretty girl.”

Eddie picks you up and throws you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, despite your protests. Smacks your ass for good measure.

“M’gonna fall!”

“No, you aren’t,” he tuts, “Such a drama queen.”

He barrels through the dark house only to deposit you in the dimly lit bathroom. A shaft of light eeks in from a partially opened closet door, candles flickering on countertops catching their reflections in the mirror.

Right side up again, you pause and take a look around. The bathtub is filling up, bubbles growing in soft peaks of foam, and a bath bomb fizzles away, painting the water in candy-colored hues.

There’s a glass of wine and another of ice water, sweating against the ledge of the tub. An iPad propped up in the corner, your favorite show cued up and ready to go.

“Baby,” you say, turning back to him, voice barely above a whisper. “What is all this?”

He takes a step toward you, the slightest inclination of his chin prompting your hands to rise above your head. Eddie’s nimble fingers find the hem of your shirt and tug it upwards, soft fabric brushing against your skin only to be kissed with damp heat.

“Jus’ wanna take care of you,” he says simply, quietly. As if he’d rather do nothing else.

“Oh.”

His fingers alight on the waist of your shorts, thumbs hooking in and pulling down.

“Hmm.” He says, kneeling in front of you, brow quirked and eyes seeking yours. “Feelin’ lucky today or—"

The heat rises in your chest and neck, hands flying to cover your face while he lazily peruses your bare form.

Not so much luck as it was sheer exhaustion that informed your sartorial choices and distinct lack of underwear today, but you’ll take what you can get.

His breath ghosts along your thighs, muscles tightening inadvertently, the coil in your stomach winding taut.

As you step out of the shorts, Eddie turns off the faucet and herds you back against the sink. A brief lift and you're sitting on the countertop, legs splayed, head falling against the cool mirror behind you.

Eddie buries his head between your legs, and smothers praises between your thighs.

Eddie's pretty sentimental with oral— kissing, kissing, kissing— can't stop his lips from meandering, can't stop his mouth from savoring. He noses against your slit, tongue darting out to taste. A low rumble ripped from his chest as the slick muscle works against your petaled heat, savoring the arousal gathered there.

He gets dizzy off it. Selfish for it. It all goes to his head— whimpers and moans falling from your candy-pink mouth, a prolonged whine of his name.

Left, then right, back over again. Drowsy roaming paths, curving and bending, pleased when you arch into his mouth, forever wanting more. Licks you for hours like you’re the last bit of sweetness in the world, savors it long and lazy and delicate.

"Sweetheart," he sighs, pulling away briefly. Lips ruddy and wet with your slick, smiling slow and dangerous, “You’re fucking delicious, baby.”

You moan on his clever tongue and the sloppy sounds he makes. He's always stunning— eager and devoted to the singular task of lapping at you like a starved man.

Two fingers twist inside before he turns them back and shoves them in his own mouth. He repeats this again and again, like pulling a secret from your body that only he’s allowed to enjoy.

“Yes,” he sighs, “Fuck yes. Fuck—mmm—"

It's as if you're on the precipice of a coming storm, pressure building, and rising, too, in your belly, as he works into your body, heavy-lidded and transfixed on your beautiful face. Deeper until you’re shaking, pulling your legs up over his shoulders, getting him closer, closer, closer.

Your toes curl.

"Eddie—"

You shatter like a splinter of lightning. It bursts across your skin—a bright, brief halo—before it’s gone, chased by the explosion of swollen clouds. He muffles a loud fuck! into the meat of your ass, while his fingers continue to corkscrew inside of you.

He's wet down to his wrist, coaxing vestiges of arousal from you, and rises to kiss your open, panting mouth, your exposed throat. Eddie's lips turned wicked and desperate when he asks, "Think you can gimme another one?"

Nodding dumbly, bath and freshly laundered sheets completely forgotten, you watch as he all but yanks you down further, ass now hanging off the countertop. Swings your legs over his shoulders and dives back in, your cunt now positively flooded due to his velvet tongue.

On the bright side, this all-nighter was exceedingly better than the one you had planned; you wouldn't have it any other way. Well played Eddie Munson.

Well played.

#eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fanfic #🏃🏻‍♀️💨#Spotify

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3terna15unshin3 · 9 months

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Rockstar

Matty won't shut up about Este's success

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a/n: Once again this was not requested but I looooovveeee the idea of Matty being Este’s biggest supporter through big moments in her career so here i wrote about it🥰🥰 it’s a bit short but lmk what u think!

(I wrote an entire 15 chapter fic of this universe! Read it here if you want more Matty and Este😌)

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“A 35,000 person capacity festival is just unfathomable to me. I can’t even picture that many people—let alone going up and performing for them. Being present in the crowd at your headline set back in 2019, where I specifically remember being impressed by you and your rockstar-esque poise and confidence, I can’t help but wonder if these crazy performances are an easier pill to swallow now? With that experience?”

Matty humbly shot down the ‘rockstar’ comment.

“That’s very kind, but I mean the festival crowds are something I really will never get used to. The pure size of them is one thing, but there’s also this energy of needing to win them over. Keep their attention. It’s a lot of pressure, so I don’t think I can say that I find it easy.”

The interviewer nodded their head in understanding, comfortably sat on a chair across from Matty and asking him a few questions before him and the band took the stage at Big Weekend 2023 in Dundee.

“Yeah, totally. And I’m sure it’s interesting going straight into a summer full of these big festivals straight after the break you’ve just been on, right?” They asked.

He draped one leg over the other before answering. “A bit. It’s always nice to warm back up with a headline show since that’s where we feel the most comfortable. Also—as silly as it sounds—three weeks was a long fucking time. For me, at least. When we’re in an album cycle and touring the shit out of it, it’s so rare for us to stop for that long.”

“What do you get up to when you’re off nowadays? I can sense a workaholic vibe from you, so is that time spent in the studio? Jumping to the next thing now that Being Funny has been out and heard and loved?” The interviewer said in a thick Scottish accent, shuffling their cards as they spoke.

“You sensed the vibe correctly,” Matty confirmed, “though it’s not entirely ‘work’ to me, I guess. It’s just the way I make sense of the world, sort of dunno what else I’d do. So yes, I did write and I am working on the next album. But I didn’t get around to it right away, since I spent some time celebrating first,”

“That’s a very artistic answer, Matty. That writing isn’t work and is ‘the way you make sense of the world’,” They joked, earning a sheepish chuckle from Matty. “May I ask if you were celebrating anything in particular? The success of your UK tour?”

“It wasn’t that self indulgent,” he explained, “I was hoping you’d ask because I love talking about it. My girlfriend is a writer for The Guardian, and she just had a huge piece of hers published. She’s the real rockstar out of the both of us, to be honest.” Matty’s face immediately lit up at the chance to gush about Este, figuring she wouldn’t mind.

He thought back to moment she gave him a call to break the news with a fond smile.

“Hi, love.” he said after he picked up.

Este was bursting at the seams with joy to say what she said next. She couldn’t even bear to greet him a ‘hello’ back.

“It’s going to be on the front.”

He dropped the chopsticks once gripped in his hands. “You’re fucking joking.”

Her smile was so wide it hurt her cheeks as she paced around the small office she shared with a few other writers she worked with. She giggled, nodding even though Matty couldn’t see her.

“17th of May. They chose mine as the Culture spotlight,” Este explained, “So there’s a snippet headline on the cover, and then you’ll flip to Books & Entertainment and my name will be the biggest one. Not just in my usual column.”

“You’re fucking joking me!” He repeated himself, audibly joyful with a volume so high she had to pull her phone away from her ear.

“Matty, you’re screaming. I hope you’re not in public,”

He was, and didn’t care. “I’m at a very nice and small Japanese restaurant that is so quiet that every single person here is looking at me like I’m crazy, for your information. Este’s on the fucking cover!” Matty exclaimed equally as loud.

She heard busy and happy commotion in the back, making out a few congratulatory remarks from the guys and the touring crew. Blush crept onto her cheeks, trying to squeeze a ‘thank you’ through to them between Matty and his continued rambles.

“I’m just so fucking proud, baby. Every time I get to read the newest thing you write it somehow tops the last—I don’t know how you do it. Actually, it’s quite annoying. Seems too effortless. It’s about time they print your name all big!” he endlessly complimented.

“I love you so much.” Este shortly said.

He could hear the grin in her voice. “Can’t be that much if I love you more,” Matty argued, “Sorry that was a bit cringe. Hann is rolling his eyes. You’re in love too, bro! Don’t act like I’m weird for it!”

“Her name’s Este Manansala, by the way. M-A-N-A-N-S-A-L-A,” Matty spelt out her surname to make sure they got it correctly, “She writes on books and literature, so it was an article about Yellowface by R.F. Kuang, a new novel out. A really, really thought-provoking conversation about white vs. minority authors—the nuances of being an author of colour. From a great perspective, too, since she’s Filipino and a woman and an immigrant. You should go read it,”

He stared down the camera lens to the hypothetical viewers, as if he could say it straight to them.

“But hell, check out all of her past stuff as well. Genuinely the most humble and intelligent human I’ve ever known. Plus I’ve written pretty much every love song of mine since like 2019 about her, so if you like my music then you have her to thank as well. Anyway—I’ve just overtaken this interview to talk about my girlfriend—sorry, mate.” apologised Matty, though he wasn’t all that apologetic.

“Don’t be sorry! I love it. She sounds incredible,” The interviewer beamed, matching his energy and feeling the admiration Matty had for her through the air.

“She is.” He smiled wide.

“If she really is the rockstar like you described, I feel like I can say that you’re her groupie.”

They belly-laughed together. Matty pictured Este’s smug expression and the way she’d definitely use that line to tease him in the future.

“Oh—I’m telling her you just said that. She’ll love it. Because you 100% can.”

#tbsg #blurb #meste blurb #matty healy #matty healy fanfiction #matty healy x oc #the 1975 fanfiction #matty healy fic #the 1975 #fluff

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littlemissclandestine · 10 days

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hey ꒰(･‿･)꒱ I just saw your Adler edits and I luv them sm !! your blog is amazing too I read you have ocs that you wanna publish and made me wanna do it myself but I’m shy 🙈 but i do want to see yours ! is your oc from cw and modern warfare II ? also which one is your favorite. i love ocs x canon too and i have met a couple of them i enjoy sm !! you have any fav oc x canon in the fandom ?

srry if it’s to much!!! I love your blog 💗

Hello dear lovely Anon!!

Dude i love your energy first of all. Like i'm getting noice vibes from you haha 💜

And OMG i'm so glad to hear that you love my Adler edits! 😭 I don't really post my edits on here because it feels like tumblr is more for fanart and fanfic etc. I might upload them all to youtube when i get a chance for lols. But honestly thank you for that! You've given me a motivation boost 🫶

Over the moon that you think my blog is amazing! I think it's chaotic tbh but happy you love it! Mwah 😽

Aww that's cayoot, you wanna see my OCs? Soon, promise. You should share your ocs with the world when you're ready too! <33

Kind of answered some of your question(s) on OCs in this post but here ya go anyway:

In terms of my OCS, I have 2 for the MW universe (reboot), 2 for the BO universe (mainly CW though because of ✨Adler✨ ) and 2 for some other video games. But you know what? I swear I just keep making random ones in my head so i may have more in store. -> That rhymes hehe. See it? O...kay i'll stop. AHEM

My favourite OC out of my collection would be...

NOPE can't choose. That's pure evil Anon. It's like picking your favourite child. 😭

And then out of the whole COD fandom? Yeesh that's a tough one because I love loads if i'm being honest. People are so creative and it just puts a huge smile on my face seeing them in their element and vibing. Though, the ones i'm currently following the most are sleepyconfusedpotato's Jade x Ghost pairing and alypink's Aleks x Adler pairing. They both bring me immense joy tbh. Like I actually scream whenever I see a post about them and my family look at me like wtf cbkdksjsk

Honourable mentions: iamcautiouslyoptimistic's Helina x Mason, alexxmason's Selena x Mason, alypink's Aly x Price & efingart's Mila x Woods. Y'all i could go on and on tbh. You'd think I love BO more but i don't looool.

Wasn't too much at all! Ask as much as you want, my love. Thanks a bunch, honestly. It makes me all giddy when i get an ask. I find it cute that you wanna interact with but feel a lil shy. YOLO Anon, YOLO.

Best wishes! 🌠

#why do i always write so much?#like i never give ppl short answers 😭#currently 4am don't mind me #oopsie #Star answers asks! ( ˃ᴗ˂ ) ✰#ilyyy <33

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yoosmekihyun · 4 months

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Conversations in the Dark (pt. 1)

Summary: After a series of major personal events, you decide to move to New York (in part) so you can have a relationship with your newly discovered half-sister, Karen Page. Matt Murdock and Foggy Nelson become additional important figures in your life as you navigate new relationships and figure out how to live your life.

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Smut (eventually), we run the spectrum of emotions here

Warnings: mention of death, grief, anxiety, drinking, pining (so much pining), self-deprecation, chapters with sexual content will be marked with their own warnings, violence or attempted violence (i.e. Daredevil related), more possible warnings in the future

Author’s Note: This is pure wish fulfillment and written for my own joy. I haven’t put out anything in at least five years and this is the first time I’ve written something multi-part. I’m not sure how this will go, how long it will be, or how often I will post/update.

Word Count: 1.9k

Part 1

The remnants of summer still lingered in the warm September afternoon as you stepped out of the cab in front of the coffee shop. Glancing at your watch, you realized you were still a little early but that’s how you preferred it. This would allow you to order your drink and calm your nerves a little before she arrived.

When your turn came at the counter, you took the barista’s suggestion of the monthly special and moved to wait for your drink. Looking around you noticed the little pieces of fall décor another employee was putting up around the shop giving it a cozier vibe. Once the barista called your name, you found a small empty table in a corner that would allow you to watch the door and enjoy the city street chaos through the large window next to you.

This shouldn’t have been as nerve racking as it was but while you had spoken with your half-sister several times over the last year, you hadn’t seen her in person since your father’s funeral a little over a year ago. You prayed this was a good idea. You needed a win after the heaviness you had dealt with over the last few years. You needed some joy and connection, and this seemed like the perfect opportunity but now you were second guessing yourself.

Just as you were beginning to spiral and doubt your decision for the umpteenth time that day, you heard the ding of the door and watched your half-sister, Karen Page, rush in searching for you. The moment she saw you, she broke into a huge smile and hurried over to envelop you in a hug.

“Y/N! I’m so glad you made it safely! I hope you weren’t waiting long; I told Matt and Foggy I needed to leave sooner but they’re drowning in a sea of paperwork for a case, and we lost track of time.”

“Don’t worry about it! I’m usually early and you’re only a couple minutes late. No harm, no foul.” You released her from the hug and in that instant, you knew you had made the right decision. You didn’t realize how much you needed a hug from family until that moment and you felt more settled than you had in weeks.

“Do we need to postpone so you can get back to the office? Are you on a time crunch?” you asked.

“Oh, hell no, we are not postponing! They’ll be fine without me for a little while. I want to caffeinate while I hear about how you’re feeling now that you’re here!”

-X-

Your biological father may have been a world class asshole, but at least he had the decency to tell you and Karen about each other before he died. It was weird growing up as an only child to find out as an adult that you had a sister, especially when you had so desperately wished for one when you were younger. For her part, Karen could have decided she didn’t want a sister, but she welcomed you into her life with open arms. Admittedly, you struggled some, not because you were unhappy to find out about her, but because the news came during one of the worst times of your life.

If you had a terrible biological father, then luckily, you had the most amazing mother you could have asked for. When you and Karen found out about each other, you had just received news that your mother had been diagnosed with cancer for the second time. This time, it was late-stage and had spread with abysmal survival rates. This news alone meant your plate was beyond full. The idea of figuring out how to grieve the parent who didn’t want you while struggling to accept the awful news about your mother was overwhelming. It was nothing to say of the struggles to cultivate a new relationship with your sister under your poorly hidden sorrow, but Karen had been lovely and understanding. She did so much of the early legwork to develop your relationship, checking on you when she knew you were focused on your mother and often reminding you to do basic tasks to take care of yourself.

When your mother passed in the late spring, you were understandably devastated. She had been your sounding board your entire life and, without her, you felt unmoored. Thankfully, Karen had been there. She hadn’t been able to come to the funeral, but she called you every day for the first couple weeks after to make sure you were eating, hydrating, and showering. She listened to your stories and cried with you when the grief threatened to eat you alive.

During a conversation expressing your untethered feelings, Karen raised the idea that led you to the coffee shop in the midst of Hell’s Kitchen.

“Hey, I know you’re not sure what to do but…what if you moved here? Maybe a big change of pace and scenery will help you move forward.”

If you were being honest, moving to New York was an idea you had for a long time. You had applied to Columbia and NYU in your final year of high school but a full ride to a local university secured your undergrad path. Despite this decision, you never let go of the idea of New York. When Karen tentatively suggested the idea, it was like your mother was holding a huge neon sign for you, telling you to get off your ass and GO! A light burst into life within you, and you scrambled to make the arrangements so you could move as soon as possible.

-X-

Once Karen had her coffee and settled into her seat, you relayed some of your travel mishaps and your ideas and loose plans for her input.

“Honestly, I can’t really believe I’m here. It’s all still so surreal. But I’m hoping the apartment hunting will help ground me a little and once I can actually get my things here, it’ll start to sink in.”

“That makes sense. I imagine it’ll feel more like a vacation until you have your things around you. I’m so glad you’re here to experience fall in New York! I think you’ll love it,” Karen gushed, beaming at you.

As you grinned at Karen, you felt a peace and a warmth spread in your chest that you hadn’t felt since before your mom passed. You reached across the table and grasped her hand. “Thank you, Karen, for everything. I don’t know what I would have done without you this last year. I’m so grateful you’re my sister.”

Karen’s eyes started to well up as she gripped your hand in return, “I’m grateful you’re my sister too.”

Shocking you both out of the moment, Karen’s phone buzzed, and she rolled her eyes once she saw the caller ID. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. He knows I’m with you so I’m not sure why Foggy’s calling.” You waved her to answer it, unbothered by the interruption as it gave you a moment to reign in your emotions a little more. You didn’t need to start sobbing in the middle of a coffee shop; you’d have your bigger emotions in private later.

You took a sip of your coffee as you heard Karen’s exasperated tone, “Yes Foggy I know it’s a big deal. YES, I know we need the revenue. Okay, okay but you both know why I took an extended break and who I’m with…Seriously?? Now? Ugh, fine. You both owe me AND Y/N for interrupting.”

Karen sighed as she ended the call and looked at you apologetically. Before she could even say anything, you started, “Let me guess, they need you back ASAP because they don’t know how to function without you?”

She chuckled and confirmed, “Basically. He also asked me to bring back coffee. They’re losing steam fast. If you’re not too tired, do you want to walk back with me? You can meet them, so you know who to look for when we get drinks at Josie’s tonight!”

“Wait, what’s Josie’s?”

“It’s this local dive bar that Matt and Foggy love and they want to welcome you to the city! We planned on going tonight if you felt up to it, but we can do another night or somewhere else if that works better for you?”

You could tell Karen was a little nervous. Whether it was encouraging you to meet her co-workers and friends so quickly or having you go drinking your first night in an unfamiliar city, you didn’t know but you wanted to start living your life, not hide away in a hotel room.

“That all sounds great! I love a good dive bar, sounds like my kind of place.”

Fresh coffees in hand, you and Karen made your way back to her office making small talk about the neighborhood and places to consider when you went apartment hunting the following day with a recommended broker. You wanted to be near Karen, not necessarily in her building, but within walking distance so it would be easy to see each other when you wanted.

You nearly missed the sign “Nelson, Murdock, and Page” until Karen directed you to the door next to it. Once you made it to the interior door, you could hear the loud voices before Karen opened the office door.

“I come bearing caffeine. If you want it, stop arguing and get out here so you can meet my sister!”

You heard chairs scraping right before you saw a tall, blonde man with a huge smile step out of a side room. Holding out his hand for you to shake he said, “Hi! I’m Franklin Nelson but you can call me Foggy.”

Unable to hold back your grin, you took his hand for a quick shake and replied “Nice to meet you, I’m Y/F/N Y/L/N.”

The sheer happiness and light that shone out of Foggy reminded you of your mother. You knew this man was going to be your friend, come hell or highwater.

Behind Foggy you could hear a shuffling sound and you peered around him. Once you saw the other man, you nearly forgot to breathe. Your heart stuttered in your chest as you gazed at easily the most beautiful man you had ever seen in person. Like Foggy, he had his sleeves rolled up to just under the elbow and the top button of his shirt was undone along with a loosened tie. His red reflective glasses did nothing to distract from the sharp jawline and days-old stubble. His dark hair was slightly mussed, as if he had recently been running a hand through it. As beautiful as he was standing before you, you were most distracted by his mouth. It was lush and soft while still looking deliciously male and it was quirked up on one side like he was in on some kind of joke you had missed.

Loudly, someone cleared their throat and shook you out of your stare. You realized you had missed something as Karen looked at you with a raised eyebrow and a smirk and Foggy was shaking his head while rolling his eyes.

You gave a little embarrassed chuckle as your cheeks flushed, “Um, sorry, what did I miss? I’m a little out of it, all the excitement and travel today.”

The beautiful man gave a full smile and you nearly stopped breathing again. He stepped forward and with one hand extended, he repeated,

“It’s nice to meet you, Y/N. I’m Matt Murdock.”

#matt murdock fic #matt murdock series #matt murdock x female reader #daredevil x female reader #daredevil fic #matthew murdock #conversations in the dark #miss pearl writes #yoosmekihyun

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alun1r · 2 months

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Rare Alu Rant About Fandoms bc I never say shit:

Sue me, but getting into a fandom just for the intention of becoming popular is so weird to me.

Like sure you want a lot of people to see what you make. Because making something for the fandom should be seen! That’s dope as hell.

But you’re gonna lose inspiration real fast when you find out content creation takes a lotta work but more often than not comes with little reward.

I hold firmly the belief that Fandom is for making content for the pure reason of just because you can.

✨the joy of free will to bring your delusions to life so others can indulge in their delusions as well✨ Kinda vibes? Yanno?

I never started making HL content with the idea in mind that I’d reach 9k followers on tiktok. And I ain’t gonna lie it’s daunting for me. Specially as someone whose always just made shit for whatever reason without even posting it. But The videos that got me views and followers on tiktok, were made because I was high and wanted to laugh. And I’d figured “what the hell, this made me laugh….Maybe it will make someone else laugh.” And I’m glad it did.

And now I float around just making stuff. I still make whatever I want tbh. I do my best to give credit where credit is due in what I make. And yeah I’ve done some fan service videos and writing here and there because hey it’s fun for me.

I see so many posts or peoples bios saying that they’re working towards being popular in fandom and then their posts are what other people said or made on Twitter or tiktok or Vice versa and there’s often times there’s no real credit to original creators.

Don’t get me wrong, if it’s properly credited, AWESOME. Usually it’s not though, and that’s just wild to me. Because how are you expecting to get popular under your own name when you’re just reposting stuff.

That doesn’t make you a content creator.

A historical collector guess?? Because you’re like idk collecting all the stuff people made and what not onto a new page.

Idk dude. I just miss authenticity I guess. People making stuff and just being excited to show it.

Don’t get me wrong though it’s not all terrible on here and everywhere on the internet for fandoms. I’ve made close friends with other creators who feel and see fandom much the same. Just here to vibe and escape.

I’m not saying I don’t think views and followers and likes and notes or what have you, matter. I know they do. I get a lil confidence boost when something I make pops off. I feel proud.

But man it’s the intention of “ Im trying to be a popular creator” that rubs me the wrong way. Make stuff because you like it. Not because other people will. Doing whatever to get you likes wont bring the same satisfaction. And in more cases than not I see it backfiring and causing drama because, like I said it’s usually shit that’s copied or reposted.

Who knows maybe I’m just old and don’t understand bc I also see fandom and the work I’ve contributed as something I wouldn’t like boast about in real life. Because the reaction wouldn’t be positive. Like just for enjoying Hogwarts legacy I get teased in my daily life from acquaintances. It’s not totally negative. Buts it’s enough for me to know that YEAH 9k followers on tiktok don’t mean anything in the real world LMAO because at the end of the day, offline, I am still just a nerd whose daydreaming in her bedroom to escape reality.

I’m 24 dude. And I work in news. Shit is exhausting. Read a headline and you’ll see what I mean. And I just wanted to rant about it because it’s been bugging me since I joined fandom again last year.

But due to, idk my follower count and whatnot I always felt like I can’t or rather I shouldn’t speak my mind so much for fear of SOMEONE coming for me for something. And man I hate that feeling bc this bitch has opinions and I dislike the idea of feeling like others have control over it. But tbh eh. I wanted to rant. Just speaking into the void of the internet.

If you decide to send anon hate for my opinionated rant be ready for a meme bc I don’t have the mental capacity to take anything other than my IRL life responsibilities seriously lmao.

#credit wars are wack #just credit people YALL #I don’t know or think anything I’ve made has been reposted #don’t really care bc at the end of the day what can I do #I care more when other peoples work is stolen tho #why?#dunno.#fandoms are for fun #and I just hate when the fun is ruined over drama that stems from lack of respect for one another #hogwarts legacy #harry potter #sebastian sallow #fanfiction #art #ominisgaunt #hlcreators

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okdeedee · 1 year

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as i was saying

cassian andor x gn!reader - part of latch

an: Oh man. this is the first fic i’ve ever written or published. I’ve been reading fic since i was like 13. thank you to the majesty of andor for pushing me over the edge. interaction is welcome. a good song w the vibe of this fic is the title - "as i was saying" by jack johnson. just yearning.

done my absolute best to keep it as gender neutral and descriptionless as possible but let me know if there are slip ups Please. also i saw on the google that cassian's sister is called kerri. idc if thats not canon i think it's cute so i've adopted it here

wc: 2.5k words which i feel insane about. unbeta'd but i read it 5000 times out of pure anxiety.

rating: no warnings, but i’m an 18+ blog so minors? skedaddle. YEARNING. fluff and gentleness and some character exploration and a tiny bit of angst. hand holding 👀👀 and two small mentions of a scar from a burn. no use of y/n.

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There is something about Yavin 4 that reminds Cassian of his homeworld. He tries not to consider their similarities too often. He tries not to consider unproductive things at all - there is too much to do, and he is best at his work when he is in perpetual motion.

The air is thicker on Yavin than it was on Kenari. The ancient temples bear no resemblance to the wooden lean-tos and houses he spent those first years of his life in.

But every once in a while, something in the lush green, the smell of the damp soil, the low cry of a whisper-bird will jog Cassian’s memory and render him immobile for a minute.

He tries to remember his sister - Kerri - remembers how tiny she was when she was born, how long her hair grew and how soft it was. He can conjure parts of her in his mind, a glimpse of her big black eyes, the feel of her hand in his. The way her voice sounded when she giggled and called his name. Kassa.

It has been over two decades since he last saw her.

Cassian gives up trying to remember pretty quickly, because a little part of him worries that if he tries too hard to recall her in her entirety, he will force out the few memories he has left. He loved her fiercely and he always will.

But there is work to do.

This morning is not going too badly - He managed to scrounge enough caf from the dregs of two canisters in the kitchen on base. The meeting with Senator Pamlo and General Draven was brief enough, if a little frustrating. He’s leading a training session in a couple hours and has an obscene amount of administrative work to get through, so he starts moving again.

Cassian is looking for K-2 in the east corner of the upper hangar to ask about a 3-rotation-long gap in the travel log when he hears a laugh. It starts soft, musical, then grows into an unabashed cackle. It darts and echoes around the ships in the hangar. Then, in a gleeful voice:

“K, I have a feeling Cassian wouldn’t want you to tell me that.”

He knows that voice. He knows that laugh. Cassian’s steps don’t falter, but it’s a close thing. Something like the burning sensation he felt when he got a little too close to the business end of an X-wing sears through his abdomen. He’s half rifling through his recent memories to figure out what on earth K-2 could be telling you, half trying to think of something unaffected and alluring to say to you once he rounds the corner of this hulking GR-75 that he knows you’ve been working on lately.

“Well, he should stop embarrassing himself on missions.”

Another laugh. “Humans have a margin for error, unlike your faultless programming - don’t hold your breath.”

Cassian speaks as you come into view. “K doesn’t have lungs, so I’m not sure he’d be able to do that anyway.”

You turn and gasp a little – in shock, recognition – and there is a pause, during which Cassian is struck dumb by the joy in your eyes. Then your familiar beaming smile takes over your face, crinkling your nose and half-closing your eyes. You’re crouched down, your coveralls smeared with grease, surrounded by the innards of a shield generator. You wave, and Cassian only just remembers to raise a hand in greeting as he approaches.

“Speak of the man and he shall appear. To what do I owe the pleasure?” You ask, standing up and scrubbing your hands clean with a rag in your pocket.

Cassian runs a hand through his hair so he doesn’t do something embarrassing like reach out and help you up.

“I was looking for K, but it seems like he’s been out ruining my reputation,” he tries instead.

K-2 turns just his head to Cassian, and gestures at him with a hydrospanner he must be holding for you. "You did that yourself. Levels of respect for you are lower than they were last quarter.”

You let out a short bark of a laugh. “What? K, you don’t really keep track of that, do you?”

“Do you want an assessment of the drop in percentages?”

“You’re joking,” you say, incredulous.

“I am not,” K states, but there is a humorous lilt in his artificial voice.

Cassian huffs. “K-2 -”

“My strength is data, Cassian, it would be wise not to interrupt-“

“Nevermind that – what was he telling you?”

There is a mischievous glint in your eyes. “Just a little something about a faux-pas with a Chiss contact.”

Cassian and K-2 have an intense, eye-contact based silent conversation, which is impressive for a man with a considerable poker face and a droid with lightbulbs for eyes.

Cassian loses. He looks over at you and your grease-stained hands. He meets your eyes. They’re still bright, somehow, in this overcast weather.

Maybe not such a loss, then.

“How was I supposed to know a handshake was too intimate for greeting a stranger?”

You raise your eyebrows. “You could have researched. Unless you think you’re above that, Captain Andor?”

Cassian flails and can’t find anything interesting to respond with. A silence stretches out between you.

You start to shrink back into yourself, and you fiddle with the fastenings of your coveralls. It’s clear you feel you’ve overstepped. “Sorry. I’m just giving you a hard time. It’s an honest mistake; my brother made a similar one when we were growing up.”

This is one of the many things about you that Cassian cannot understand, but feels honoured to experience. You give information about yourself, your past, your feelings quite freely. Cassian desperately wishes he could have the same openness with you. He wants, more than most things, for you to know him.

But he has lost too many people by getting personal, and there is work to do.

You interpret his silence for a lack of interest, and begin to turn away. “Sorry, Captain, I got carried away. You looked like you were on a mission. Did you need to speak to K-2?”

You’re closing up before his eyes, and he hates it. Hates being responsible for dimming the light that radiates out of you.

“No! Please, I have nowhere to be until 1300. What did your brother do?”

There’s a tiny grateful smile playing on your lips.

“You’re sure?”

“Yes. K, can you write the secondary report for that recon trip to Kijimi last week? General Draven wanted to see it.”

It’s a transparent ploy to get you alone, but it seems that K-2 is feeling lenient. He places the hydrospanner he was holding for you on the wing of the GR-75 and leaves without embarrassing Cassian any further.

You sit down on an empty crate and pat a box opposite you. Cassian sits, and his brain alerts him to the fact that if he moved a little, his and your knees would touch.

“So, my brother. We grew up in a fairly reclusive… tribe? Village? A small community, and, turns out, a pretty distinct culture from other parts of the world.”

“You grew up on Onderon, right?”

You look thrilled that Cassian remembers. He can’t help but smile.

“Yes! Anyway, we have this way of greeting, this gesture that is completely normal to us. It’s a sign of deep respect. One day, we head into civilisation for a meeting between a bunch of villages in our hemisphere. None of us get along, plus it’s wartime, so it’s really tense. The chairperson for the meeting is this beautiful, statuesque woman. My brother decides then and there that he just has to meet her, so he runs up to the chairperson in the middle of this very important meeting, takes her hand and does our greeting.

“In our culture? Perfectly acceptable, if badly timed. In her culture, leaders like her are not to be touched on ceremonial days like that. They do special rituals beforehand to prepare people to speak for their village. She had to step down for the day. Not to mention my brother was seen to be raised poorly because of his tactlessness, which reflected terribly on our community as a whole. We got kicked out. He got the scolding of his life when we got home, but he talked about how amazing she was for days after.”

You grin - there is pain in recalling the memory, but Cassian feels the joy in your voice as you recount it. He laughs, and it surprises him.

He remembers the early days of living with Maarva and Clem, the language barrier. The quotidian things Cassian had to learn to keep up in Ferrix, like comms, or how to electronically lock the door. It was hard; the loss of Kerri was still fresh, he missed his home like a lung. But there were glimpses - the exasperated fondness in Clem’s eyes when he patched Cassian up after a tussle with a neighbour, Maarva’s wink when she’d sneak him sweets behind Clem’s back, the first time Bix smiled at him.

He wants to tell you these things. He wants you to know him.

Instead, he takes a steadying breath and asks, “How old were you both?”

Your head tilts upwards as you try to remember, and Cassian is entranced by the curve of your neck.

“Oh, he would have been seven, or eight? Old enough to know better. I was four, I think.”

“What’s the custom? What could possibly deserve that punishment?”

You stare at a smudge on the leg of your coveralls, and shrug. “It’s nothing ridiculous, it’s just… relatively intimate.”

Cassian can’t form any response to that. You look into his eyes. Then your eyes slowly travel down his neck, shoulders, and arms, until they stop at his hands that are folded in his lap. He burns under your intent gaze.

“Turn to me. Give me your hand.”

Cassian swivels, your knees touch his. He gingerly offers his left hand, palm facing down. You take it in both of yours. You close your eyes.

Cassian feels like he is falling through space as you move his hand up to your forehead. The heel of his hand fits in the top of the bridge of your nose perfectly. Then you move his hand down, so the tip of your nose touches the bottom of his palm. Then, with a hint of a smile, you move the heel of his hand to your lips, and press a long, chaste kiss to his calloused skin. Your eyebrows furrow a little. Finally, you bring his three middle fingers to your lips, and kiss them too.

You open your eyes and gaze into his. You bow your head, maintaining eye contact, then you place his hand back on his thigh.

Cassian feels like his face is about the temperature of the Yavin system’s sun. He can hear his heartbeat pounding in his ears. He stares at you, dumbfounded.

You snake your arms around your abdomen and tuck your chin into your shoulder. You’re not looking at him anymore. “So…Yep. That’s the…that’s how we greet people.”

You uncross your arms and pick at your fingernails, staring resolutely at the dusty ground. The sun peeks out from the overcast sky, and casts a shadow of your eyelashes onto your cheek. He knows he should say something; make sure you know you shouldn’t be embarrassed, but he's paralysed by how much he wants you to do it again.

The clouds roll in again, and the shadow on your cheek is gone.

You shift - his silence has made you self-conscious again. You flash him a quick apologetic smile, stand up, and start moving back to your work.

Cassian lunges forward and grabs your hand. You turn around, eyes wide. He hopes you can’t feel his racing pulse. He pulls you toward him gently, puts your hand in both of his. He studies it, the callouses where your palm meets each of your fingers, the scar that curls around your index and middle fingers.

“How did you get this?” He murmurs.

You breathe in like you’ve been winded. “What?”

“This scar. How did you get it?”

Your hand is shaking just slightly as you answer back quietly, “I dropped an arc welder last year. Instinctively tried to catch it with my other hand. Didn’t go too well.”

Before he can come to his senses, Cassian moves your hand to his forehead and closes his eyes. He presses the heel of your palm to the bridge and then the tip of his nose. He stops, opens his eyes and looks up. You’re looking at him with an intensity he wouldn’t be able to name if he tried. He stays looking at you, watching for any sign of discomfort. He doesn’t see any, so he presses a gentle kiss to your palm. He stays there and closes his eyes again, inhales the scent of metal, sweat, and engine oil. It’s not particularly pleasant, it isn’t like the flowers that bloom every once in a while deep in Yavin’s forests, but it’s you, and that’s all Cassian wants.

He hums and moves your fingers to his lips, where he kisses the scars on your fingers. Your breath hitches, barely audible.

He looks into your eyes, bows his head, and lets go of your hand. Your hand stays suspended in the air while you stare at it.

“I-”

“You-”

You wring your hands together. “Sorry. You talk.”

Cassian stands, and realises a second too late that he is very much in your personal space. Your noses almost touch. He takes a step back, and the moment you both just inhabited has gone. His mind is moving more coherently, at the cost of his chest feeling hollow.

“You said it was a sign of respect. I wanted to - ah. Just…thank you for telling me. About your brother.”

You smile politely; a little shyer than before. “I - I’m sure you’re busy. I’m sorry for rambling. But thank you for listening. And for… I haven’t been greeted in that way in a long time. So. Thank you.”

You start to dart around, grabbing tools, looking haphazardly for parts. You avoid looking at Cassian altogether.

He wants to go back to fifteen seconds ago, when he held your hand in his. When there was some warm, open thing flowing between the two of you, whatever it was. As you sidle past Cassian to reach a servodriver, he gently places his hand on your shoulder.

“Don’t apologise. Please. It’s… it was nice.”

You smile timidly, and nod. “Alright.”

Cassian drops his hand. You start moving. “I should get back to work.”

Cassian clears his throat. “Me too.”

Neither of you move.

You smile at the ground, laugh quietly. There is something whimsical in your lack of subtlety. Cassian chuckles as well. You make eye contact and giggle for a couple seconds like you're sharing an inside joke. It subsides, and you stand in silence.

You wave at him, awkwardly, because he's still standing quite close to you.

“I’ll see you around, Cass.”

Cassian’s heart soars, but he manages to respond with a breezy “See you.”

As he walks away, Cassian hears you humming some song he doesn’t recognise.

I’ll see you around, Cass.

For now, there is work to do. Cassian feels that he might just have the energy to do it.

He thinks he’ll tell you about Maarva next time.

#cassian andor x reader #cassian andor x you #cassian andor x gn!reader #andor spoilers

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bomikalover · 8 months

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Scrapped Fanfic me and my friend Lee made called "Puree Passion." Wrote 3 chapters and decided to post one of them lol. LMK if you want the other two and I'll gladly post them! K Bye!

Chapter 1: Le début

It was a bright and breezy day on a regular Sunday afternoon at the beginning of summer. Bose walks into Man’s Nest with a grin on his face and a pep in his step. He was so joyful today, and no one knew why, which is one of the many mysteries of Bose O’Brien. The others sat on the Man Couch, curious as to why the young boy was so happy today.

“Someone’s feeling cheery!” Mika teased.

“It's disgusting.” Chapa sneered.

“Let the boy be happy!” Miles defended.

“So are you guys gonna ask me or what?” Bose questioned.

Bose joins the others on the couch.

“Do we have to-”

“What got your spirits so high?” Miles asked while cutting off Chapa.

“Ok, since you guys are dying to know…I got a summer job!” Bose exclaimed.

Chapa gave him a semi-smirk of pride, Miles applauded while cheering him on, and Mika flung out of her seat, jumping for joy, almost sonic screaming out of excitement. The others looked at Mika with confusion. You would have thought she was getting the job.

“Sorrieee, I’m just excited.” Mika says sheepishly while sitting back down.

Chapa leans over to Miles, whispering. “Some of us more than others.”

Miles cackles like a witch as Mika continues the conversation.

“Anyways, where are you working?”

“That's the best part! It's Hip Hop Paris!”

Mika’s smile faded. She must have been hearing things.

“Do you mean Hip Hop Puree?” Mika questioned.

“No. I mean Hip Hop Paris; Becky recommended it to me.” Bose answered.

“Becky? You mean Becky Butler? The Becky Butt!” Mika stressed.

“I thought she moved away?” Miles questioned.

“She did…to Paris!” Bose replied.

Mika sighs while rolling her eyes. It was already bad enough that he was going away to Paris for the summer, but he would be working with Becky. They all knew Becky was bad news…at least Mika did. She couldn't comprehend why Bose would ever listen to Becky…like it’s Becky.

“Not that I care, but why can't you work here in Swellview? You know at Hip Hop Puree?” Chapa asked.

“Well, Hip Hop Paris pays way more than Hip Hop Puree, and now that I'm getting older, I decided that I wanted to be more independent. All I know is Swellview, and this might be my one opportunity to get out of here.” Bose explained.

The others knew what Bose meant. Out of all of them, Bose will be the one stuck behind fighting crime with Ray. Not that being stuck with Ray is the worst thing in the world, but there are always better opportunities out there. Miles could sense the heavy vibe surrounding this conversation.

“Well, I'm happy for you. Hopefully, this is a small stop on your path to greatness.” Miles said.

“Yea dude, that's sick.” Chapa praises.

Bose smiles at his friend's support, but he looks over at Mika as her opinion means the most.

“So Mika, what do you think?”

Mika looks up at Bose, breaking out of her gaze. She plasters on a fake smile.

“Yeah, it's great.” Mika lied while nervously giggling.

Bose sensed something was off with her but brushed it off as he didn't want to upset her. Mika wasn’t just upset. She was confused, sad, and most anxious. Bose was going to work with her academic rival for an entire summer in the city of love. Yeah, no biggie.

“I’m so happy you guys are so cool with this, especially since I leave tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow!” The group screams.

Bose jumps back in his seat, not expecting such a big reaction.

“Well yeah. We’ve already gone through the first day of summer, so if I want to have a good head start, I need to leave for Paris tomorrow. I’m sorry, I didn’t know I would leave so soon either.” Bose explained.

The silence drew over the group. How could you be happy for your best friend but sad for yourself? Since they were 12 years old, this quartet is all they've known, and they wanted to keep it that way. But the other three knew that this would be good for Bose, even if it sucked for them. Chapa wasn't one to openly feel for people, but Bose was like a little brother to her. He drives her insane sometimes, but she would kill for him. She knew Bose could protect himself, but he was too nice to even hurt the meanest of people, besides villains, of course. So she always did it for him, not realizing how self-dependent Bose became because of it. Miles didn't like the thought of losing their best friend for a summer, but they knew they couldn't interfere with their friend’s path. If his path went to Paris, unfortunately, they couldn't stop him. Mika felt defeated. She’s losing her honey for an entire summer; even worse, he’ll be closer to Becky Butler. What if that vicious snake of a girl poisons her sweet Bosey with her malicious ways? Mika couldn't allow that to happen.

“Well, I'll gladly teleport you there.” Miles voiced.

“And we'll be there to send you off.” Chapa added.

“Yeah, we wouldn't let you go without saying goodbye.” Mika says while placing a hand on his arm.

Bose smiled as his friends were being really cool about this. It almost made him think that they were happy to see him go…but they still wanted him around, right? Bose was just overthinking; his friends were not his parents. They actually like having him around, unlike his parents, who don't even care if he moves to Paris for the rest of his life.

“Thanks, guys, you're the best. I'm going to go since I have to start packing, but I’ll see you guys tomorrow!” Bose said while leaving down the tube.

Once Bose was out of sight, Mika slouched into the Man Couch.

“What’s up with you?” Miles asked.

“Isn't it obvious? Mika’s loverboy is leaving her for some chick in Paris!” Chapa pointed out.

“Chapa, how many times do I have to tell you that I am not in love with Bose!”

“Yeah, okay.” Chapa said while getting up from the couch to grab a snack.

“Chapa!” Miles warned.

Chapa raised her hands in defense while leaving the room.

“I'm just looking out for Bose; I know Becky, and she's bad news!” Mika warns.

“You know 14-year-old Becky, the one that moved away and you haven't seen since freshman year. We're going to be juniors now; maybe she’s different.” Miles argued.

“Once a snake, always a snake.” Chapa says, walking in while munching on Choco Crocos.

“Whose side are you on?” Miles asked.

“Nobodies, that's the fun of it.” Chapa joked.

The twins roll their eyes at Chapa’s teasing manner. Chapa was the best at stirring the pot; she couldn't care enough to actually pick sides. Plus, someone always ends up hurt when you choose a side, so she never did. Plus, she thrives on making things harder for people.

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Bose packs in his room, and hears a knock on his door. It opens to Celia coming into his room.

“Oh hey, mom.”

“Bosey, what are you doing?”

“Packing?” The boy questioned as if it wasn't obvious.

“Yes, I see that. But why?” Celia questioned.

“I'm going to Paris, remember? I told you two weeks ago!”

“You did?”

“Mama, I literally told you about how Becky was helping me find a job, and of course, you weren't listening.” The boy complained.

“I was listening!” Celia argued.

“Oh really, where am I working?”

The mother was stumped. She was listening, but Genuine Moments was on, so she might have blocked Bose out just a little bit.

“Umm, a surgeon?”

“Really? A surgeon? At 16? I'm pretty sure that's illegal, mama.” The son stated.

“You got a driving license at 12, so anything is possible!” The mother debated.

Bose rolled his eyes in annoyance, an emotion he’s portrayed more as he got older and more aware of how irritating some people could be…including his mother. He loves her, but she could be a little dim sometimes, and that’s coming from Bose, of all people.

“Look Mom, I’m going to Paris to work at Hip Hop Paris with Becky for the summer, and I leave tomorrow. Whether you care or not.”

“I care, Bosey, I do.”

The boy scoffed as he went to his dresser to get more clothes. The mother knew she wasn’t the best parental figure, but she did love and care for her son. She just needed to show him that.

“Bose, sweetheart, I’m sorry for not listening to you, but trust me, I’m trying my hardest to be better. Because I love and care for you, you deserve to go to Paris and begin your journey of becoming an independent young adult.”

Bose smiled at his mother’s efforts. He knew she was trying her best, and he wasn’t always the perfect son either. The boy walks up to Celia, engulfing her in a hug. The mother hugged back. Her baby boy was growing up on her.

“You’re gonna do great, Bobo; I just know it. I’m gonna miss you, but I know you can handle yourself. Try not to get into too much trouble; I know your job is to save lives but think of this summer job as a vacation, ok?”

“I will, thanks Mom.”

And there’s her sweet Bosey. The duo breaks apart from their hug.

“You’re welcome. I have got to go with Vicey on some business trips, so I won’t be here to send you off. But I love you so much, Bobo, and be safe.”

“Of course, love you too.”

The mother places an arm on his head, caressing it before smiling and making her exit. Bose keeps packing his bags with a happy heart, knowing his friends and family are supporting him.

The next day came rather quickly as the kids already stood outside Swellview Airport to send Bose off. It was bittersweet, they didn’t want to see him go, but it was time for the baby bird to leave the nest.

“Thanks for coming guys.” Bose thanked.

“Of course.” Chapa said.

“We wouldn’t miss it.” Miles voiced.

Mika was relatively quiet for obvious reasons. She still wasn’t grasping the fact that Bose was actually leaving for Paris. She was more focused on figuring out a loophole that could keep him here, but she kept drawing blanks. She watched as he briefly talked with Chapa and Miles, hugging them separately before moving on to her. He stood before her, smiling gently, but his eyes spoke volumes. He was going to miss Mika the most, to no one’s surprise. Everyone knew how bad the duo suffered when being separated. During the Thousand Pranks War, Bose couldn’t help himself and snuck out to Mika even though their cities warred against each other. Mika being from the rival town and pranking Bose herself, should have been enough to push Bose away, but it didn’t. He stayed by her side. It was even worse when their moms kicked them out of Danger Force. He only saw Mika in school, which wasn’t much since their schedules differ and they both have extracurriculars. But even then, he sat with her every lunch, walked with Mika to her locker or class if he could, and even got to school extra early to spend time with her. He always made time for Mika. And Mika never shoos him away. So being countries apart might be challenging, but I doubt Bose O’Brien would let that get in his way of making time for Mika Macklin and staying by her side…whatever way he can.

“Hey.” Bose said.

“Hi.” Mika voiced.

They both had so much to say, too much, actually. Mika teared up, with Bose looking back with teary eyes as well. Mika wraps her arms around Bose’s torso, her head against his chest, and Bose’s arms around her shoulders. They would have had more time to depart if Miles could teleport them there, but of course, Becky got Bose a first-class flight there and will be waiting for him at the airport. Bose swayed them slowly, neither having the courage to let go. Their friends watching them felt for them, knowing how important they were to each other. Chapa looks at her still outdated phone, checking the time.

“Bose, you have to go now if you still want to catch your flight.” Chapa announced.

Bose went to let go, but Mika squeezed harder.

“Don’t let go, not yet.” Mika whispered.

“I wish I could hug you forever, but Chapa’s right. I got to go.”

The duo gradually loosened their embrace, Bose taking hold of Mika’s hand with his own.

“I’ll call you as soon as I get situated in Paris.”

Mika smiled, squeezing Bose’s hand right before he let go.

“Alright, I’ll see you guys.”

Bose grabbed his suitcases, giving one last look to his friends, Mika’s lasting the longest. Then he turns around, strolling towards the airport and farther away from his home. Chapa walked over to Mika, putting an arm over her shoulder. She knew her friend needed some comfort right now.

#loved writing this but lost interest lol #writing other fanfics tho #danger force #bose o'brien #mika macklin #bomika #dangerverse #danger force season 3 #nickelodeon #mika danger force

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pemokiandkenacia · 2 months

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A More Thorough Introductory Post:

Hello, friends, and welcome to our semi-official P&K content blog. I'm @smzeszikorova, and I'm working with @adrielcastlyre on a series of four books, currently titled Pemoki & Kenacia, though that name may be subject to change. We've spent about ten years world-building and character-building. Not an ideal timeline, but I regret nothing. The joy's in the process.

We've laid out the foundations for all four of our books—made the transition from pantsers to planners. The outline's all there, and though there's a few important details to work out, we know what direction we're taking. Phase one's complete. Once I've submitted my thesis (UPDATE: SUCCESS) , we'll be set to hammer out our drafts.

For newcomers:

Pemoki & Kenacia's a bit ambiguous, genre-wise. The closest thing to it's probably hard fantasy. As for our target audience, I'd go with "adult". our POV characters' age range is pretty broad, and their interests and concerns vary accordingly, but they're written with adult readers in mind. I'm cautious to reduce P&K to a string of TikTok tropes. That said, here are some things you can expect to find here:

Multiple protagonists. Our cast is large. We've got approximately 90 named characters in-universe whose appearances in the end product are more or less guaranteed. Granted, most of these aren't central to the plot. But our main cast is on the large side. Each book generally has one to two protagonists; they change from book to book.

Multiple POVs. And to ensure that each character's arc comes to a satisfying conclusion, I switch between points of view somewhat regularly. (My tendency's to head-hop. For college degree reasons, I read a lot of old-timey Russian literature in the vein of Anna Karenina, and it influences my style, but I know head-hopping's a bit of a controversial writing choice these days. Whether we'll try to shift toward a purely omniscient style is currently under debate. Regardless, expect to get to know a lot of characters.)

War and international conflict. Our story's very concerned with the personal struggles of our characters—familial conflict, romance, friendship, betrayal, etc.—but it all takes place within the broader backdrop of these warring countries we've invented. And the war takes center stage often.

Deep worldbuilding. This universe is large—well suited for such a large cast. Currently, it involves five multinational regions, eleven countries, and nineteen cities. With limited space to explore all these places, we highlight what's essential and let the rest inform the narrative in subtler ways.

More reality than fantasy. People who’ve had a look at our works in progress say that we’re pretty grounded in reality for a couple of fantasy writers. All our main characters are human. Magic is a genetically-inherited phenomenon with rules loosely based in science. And while none of our fantasy regions, ethnicities, or religions are meant to be read as directly analogous to any real-world ones, they do draw influence from the real world at times. I’m sure you’ll notice this in the Russian-based languages of the Sitrii Elariny, the English-based language of Kenacia, and the language of Qhiron, which draws from both but perhaps not quite so obviously. In our worldbuilding, we make a point to give our invented nations believable complexity, heterogeneity, and political and economic motivations. We’re not too big on the “This region is inhabited by the stouthearted, down-to-earth Welverpeople who universally prefer farming tools to swords, are warm and inviting to outsiders, practice simple domestic magic, and make for extremely loyal allies” vibe.

Conlang. Fairly self-explanatory. Usually I'll just say, "[Insert sentence here]," Character X said in Pemokese. But now and again, when I feel it enhances the narrative, I'll leave it in my invented language and let readers draw their conclusions about the meaning.

Problematic characters, dark topics, and complex, incomplete redemptions. It's very important to us that we approach our darker topics with caution and sensitivity, but we're not writing Aesop's fables. Don't expect comfortable, obvious answers to the ethical questions we pose. Folks looking for escapism or retributive justice narratives should probably look elsewhere.

Queerness; disability; ethnic, racial, and religious diversity. Our story isn't really about these elements, per se, but our characters come from a variety of backgrounds, both real and invented, and it does inform the story. (We're both white and culturally Christian, and in terms of our relationships with queerness and disability, we'd both make for lousy representation, so we're operating with the understanding that we're gonna need hella beta reading once all this is done.) And on a similar note . . .

We take some unusual liberties with our world. Fake religions (Dzulyan, Kvotyj, etc.) coexist with real ones. And though our languages and cultures are obviously influenced by the real world, they're all explicitly invented. We're not too concerned with making our universe consistent with real-world history, so while we do touch on issues related to queerness, ethnicity, etc., we don't go out of our way to align the experiences of our cast with those of people living within a certain real-world time period. When we decide what scientific knowledge and technology to include, our key is internal consistency. We'll guide you through the rules of this universe as needed, but if at any point you find yourself wondering what time period we're supposed to be in, just know that the answer is "none of the above".

Now, with all that said...

What are you likely to find on this blog?

Updates. If you want to know how P&K's coming along, here's where we'll ramble about the process.

Art or other related side projects.

Requests for beta readers, once we get to that stage.

This blog's a writeblr of sorts, but we won't discuss anything unrelated to P&K here. My coauthor's not very involved with social media in general, and I'm in and out of the writers' community on this site. So if you're here for tag games, community events, etc., @smzeszikorova's where you'll find all that. This blog's essentially a dumping ground for P&K materials. I can't imagine it'll be too effective as a hype builder, but once our books are released, everything we post here will be available for our readers to see. And on the off chance that our books get big (which I'm not counting on, but it'd be pretty cool), those of you who join in the fun now will have special clout. "We were here from the beginning." Do with that what you will.

We take asks! If you're interested in putting our characters in (non-erotic) situations, feel free to send in an art prompt.

As for the books themselves, I've tried to be sparing about plot reveals. (That'll be truer from here on out than it was on my other blog. Current mutuals, I swear I'm not kidding when I say all those art posts, quotes, and snippets I used to post are basically void. That's how much we've changed over the past few months. But the first book's premise remains the same:

As the threat of war looms on the horizon, Catherine Leures, an impoverished Kenacian woman living in the north of Pemoki, enlists in an effort to pull her family from the depths of financial ruin.

(I think I'll hold off on descriptions of the other books for now. They'd be pretty spoilery. But I'll post more thorough blurbs as I start getting these published. We do have titles for the second, third, and fourth books: Fledgling's Descent, Stirrings of a Silent War, and The Fallen Star of Thaeryvon.)

What do I mean when I say everything's changed, then?

I mean the process of filling plot holes, removing extraneous plotlines, and accounting for sensitivity in our characterization has resulted in a good number of our characters' personalities, relationships, and arcs being completely revamped. Lucky you! Aside from knowing the names, national and moral alignments, and general appearances of most of the first book's main cast, you'll be on about the same page as new readers if/when P&K gets published.

Before I go, a couple updates about P&K:

Since I started writing my thesis, my writing style has changed significantly. We've been making stylistic revisions to our original draft. Thankfully for our future editors, our first draft's gotten a lot more concise.

All the canon events are essentially set. The "outline" I did for my thesis is basically one long synopsis. All that's left for our first draft is to fill everything out with dialogue and detail. (Easier said than done, but I'm excited anyway.)

My coauthor and I have been playing with the idea of a character narrator: someone with a personal investment in the story. We're not sure yet, but it's a fun experiment.

If you've gotten this far, thanks so much for reading this incredibly long post.

#writing intro #writers on tumblr #writeblr #creative writing #introductory post #blog intro #fantasy writers #writeblr reintro

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This Week In BL - October Is Looking Chunky

Sept 2022 Wk 5

Happy fall everyone!

Being a highly subjective assessment of one tiny corner of the interwebs. Organized by which ones (in each category) I’m enjoying the most.

Ongoing Series - Thai

The Eclipse (Fri YT) Ep 8 of 15 - The pacing is starting to feel off and I am getting frustrated with the plot. That said, K is such a killer actor. And Aye is so damn pushy but with emotions as well a physical affection, he exposes his own vulnerability as a kind of benevolent attack on Akk to instill trust and worth and value and safety. Akk is just so scared and closeted. This whole narrative is less about love than it is about courage. Whether that is courage to live or courage to love.

Vice Versa (Sat on YT) Ep 12fin - They are very cute and domestic boyfriends, and I realize GMMTV often does domesticity with their couples in the final episode. I’m thinking about the fantastic final ep of Dark Blue Kiss. “Celebrity coming out for love” is very Love Stage!! Interesting that they advertised Not Me at the end, does that mean we have no new BL in this time slot from GMMTV next week? Curious choice they still have 4 more from their 2022 lineup.* I half expected the high school one.

So what do I have to say about Vice Versa?

It’s a solid BL with a weak plot but a strong concept. It’s very well acted and Jimmy remains the most charismatic talent that GMMTV currently fields. I hope we get more of this pair, either together or separated. That said, this is never going to be one of my top rewatch rotations, so I’m calling it for an 8/10. RECOMMENDED

My Only 12% (Fri iQIYI) Ep 8 of 15 - Oh goody more pain. Look I like the noona romance thread. It’s obvious she had to break his heart, it’s what I would’ve done, it’s what Minato should have done. But it was still sad to watch. This is a well cast show. Sniffling at the end of this ep. Looking forward to seeing Siew come into his own and Cake crumble while they are apart.

Ai Long Nhai (Mon iQIYI) Ep 1 of 10 - Words cannot adequately describe how much I dislike the credit sequence and music on this show. I nearly DNFed before a single line was spoken. The subs are also not good, but my Thai is getting better so I don’t mind as much as I once did. The show leads us out with: Slow motion + instalove + tons of familiar faces + some very terrible sound effects. Pretty much standard pulp territory. Despite all this, I actually kinda like it and they are so pretty. A rare sunshine/sunshine pairing! Nhai is an adorable idiot and Ai is confident king and I’m chortling away. Also GAY DADS played by IRL husbands Arm & Porsch! We’re good here, I’m happy.

Work from Heart (Thurs YouTube) Ep 2 of 7 - Cute ex boyfriends. Thank god for uniforms. But now evil ex is overly aggressive. I’m getting Check Out vibes and that’s not a good thing. I love the tattooed actor who plays Guy, I wish he’d get more roles. I loved him in Ingredients too.

Love in the Air (Thurs iQIYI) Ep 7 of 13 - It was a fine ending to the first couple and a good (if audio dubious) start to the second. I made more puns in the DUMPSTER FIRE TRASH WATCH ALONG HERE.

Fahlanruk (Sun GaGa) 3 of 12 - And now identical twins? SERIOUSLY? The show sucks so bad. The story of 2 players never runs deep. Absolutely nothing happened this episode. I might drop this one.

* GMMTV’s remaining 2022 BL line up is:

My School President - which I expected to be in VV’s time slot.

Moonlight Chicken - EarthMix’s next one, probably what they are working on next

Be My Favorite - recasting

Never Let Me Go - filming now (assuming this will take on Eclipse’s time slot)

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Takara-kun and Amagi-kun (Japan Thurs GaGa & Viki) 6 of 8 - This is my favorite BL currently airing BY A LANDSLIDE. 24 minutes of pure agony and joy. It just makes me so happy but it’s also so high school angst and traumatic to live through. This is the best of Japanese BL, I keep getting a feel of Seven Days off it and I don’t mention that comparison lightly. Takara is SO CORNEY. Also. THAT ENDING. Yes. Exposed! No more secrets! Squee! I can’t wait to see what happens next week.

Once Again (Korea Fri GaGa) 5-6 of 8 - This show. I swear it’s so in the throat creepy and tense (in a Kassandra the mad prophet way) but also weirdly sweet. Poor Ji Hoon, he’s such a nice guy in a world just has a in for him one way or another. I’m glad both actors are so good since it’s the whole reason to watch this. I’ve no idea how they are going to manage to resolve it, but it looks like we get a cute date next ep!

It’s Airing But I’m Not Watching It

War of Y - too hard on my soul. Will I watch it eventually? Maybe? Probably not. I think we have an ITSAY situation going on here. Also BL Express was not best pleased, and I while we rarely share taste, in this instance I trust their reporting.

My Tempo - a Thai BL movie about the Thai music industry. Yeah, no thank you.

Oh My Sunshine Night - I’m scared it’s gonna be sad, so I’m waiting for spies to tell me it’s safe

180 Degree Longitude Passes Through Us - ditto above

In Case You Missed It

More Than Words (Japan indie subbed by furritsubs) - TIP ‘EM if you like em!) All the eps have dropped, so I binged it. Basically the definition of moody arthouse smackdoodle. Makki is an outgoing but mysterious boy with secret pain. Eiji is the an older gay boy struggling with identity. Mieko is a broken angry girl who both makes them work as a couple and aches to belong with them. This is a story about all 3 and their complicated interweaving relationship. It’s about love and intimacy in all its many faceted forms. This is not, and I'm being very clear here, a romance. In fact this is not a romantic show in any way. It’s poetic, sad, and wistful. Is it beautiful and a little lovely? Yes. Did I like it? No. For BL stans like me? NOT RECOMMENDED. For the ITSAY and YNEH folks... have at. BL Express likes this kind of thing and did a great review.

Zero Supporter featuring EarthMix in their KornWin roles dropped. Look these two are just so cute together. They aren’t as good at this premise as OffGun were in Our Skyy, tho. Still, ultimately, I like this special better than the original Cupid’s Last Wish.

NetJames (forthcoming BL Bed Friend) portray a BL side couple in Thai drama Catch Me Baby starting Oct 6 on WeTV.

Semantic Error won Best Couple at the APAN Star Awards 2022. And Jaechan won the Popularity Award.

Gossip

Thai casting call went out for the world’s first omegaverse BL Midnight Fortune. Twitter went as pearl-clutchingly hysterical over it as we might expect. It's not my thing personally and I doubt I will like it (frankly I doubt it'll be very good, either, the plot looks like it was written by MAME & Jittirain) but you better believe I will dumpster fire trash watch this SO HARD if it airs. It's about time Thai BL started to get seriously experimental in its cinemagraphic life cycle. It will be gloriously whackdoodle. I did have it down for Japan first, Thailand is so plucky!

Next Week Looks Like This:

Starting: Mon: To Sir With Love AKA Khun Chai - Thai (10 eps 40 min ea) on One31HD & possibly WeTV. Kabe Koji - Japan (10 eps 20 min ea) on Viki. Weds: Ghost Host, Ghost House - Thai (5 eps 30 min? ea) YouTube for reruns. Sat: Big Dragon - Thai (8 ep 40 min ea) reruns on Star Hunter’s YT. Sun: Remember Me - Thai (8 ep 40 min ea) Gaga.

FULL October 2022 line up is here.

This week’s best moments?

Fucking awesome Takara.

This year’s Namgoong Award for BEST WINGMAN goes to Katori in Takara & Amagi. He’s glorious.

Ai Long Nhai calling itself out.

And again.

Eclipse being a tease.

My Only 12% pulling our heart strings.

Vice Versa, beat that drum honey!

I LOVE a back hug.

(last week)

Current earworm? JJ Project (fetal GOT7) Coming Home

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2023 ART SUMMARY!!!

2023 was uhhhhhhh a year! And I made art! And I’m going to talk for a long time about everything I did month by month! Yippee!!!

original individual posts can be found in my #tanner art tag!

JANUARY

Started off the year with my favorite skrunklies sleepy and snuggling. Then sleeping together while holding one another is so incredibly important to me, they’re so cute and I needed to draw it. Struggled with Kai’Sa’s face but I particularly like the drapery of the pillow behind them.

FEBRUARY

First off, just a simple Kai’Sa piece for the Vibes(TM) and background practice. I was also fairly miserable and when I get miserable I draw Kai’Sa being miserable as well. I love my favorite character of all time <3

Then a quick Valentine’s Day piece, soft gradient map stuff. Love my skrunklies, hopefully this year I can make something for the day that isn’t rushed

MARCH

In March I FINALLY finished my Star Guardian Kahri fic, be the light to carry me, and drew Kiko and Ina being adorable together to go along with it. They’re SO cute and people LOVE that fic. Chapter 3 ended up being a whole 20k words and every time I re-read I’m amazed that I wrote it.

A kiss for Kai’Sa’s birthday! This was actually two sketches mashed together because I had a good Kai’Sa and a good Ahri on separate attempts. Love Kai’Sa’s smile on this one.

NOW. Strong contender for my favorite piece of the year. Captioned “please don’t lose yourself,” my K/DA-verse Kassadin’s very dead wife’s ghost weighs on him, begging him to not get lost in his grief and lose sight of their daughter. Kassadin feels lost and broken without her. I love the emotions in this one, and I think the idea comes across even without knowledge of my headcanons. Love it so much.

APRIL

Full-body piece that took me all month. I just love this one so much. It’s just pure Kahri, pure love, pure joy. Pose inspired by Blake Belladonna from RWBY’s leg pop during the long-awaited Bumblby kiss. This piece just makes me so happy.

MAY

Oops! No art! Was too busy being on a (student) film set every weekend as well as dealing with classes and multiple other stressors. I did START a piece though, but wouldn’t finish it until the middle of June.

JUNE

I actually did the first sketch of the Evelynn piece in February, but I decided to revamp it in May, and then when school finally set me free I finished it, and it turned out exactly how I wanted it to. Her hair was a labor to render but I'm so so pleased with how it looks, as well as the blood. The first time I've finished a fully rendered Evelynn piece!

Naafiri is so fucking cool. Upon her reveal, I was seeing so much incredible fanart and I just needed to get in on it. The shapes and points are just so good. I used to draw dogs all the time as a kid, and my younger self would absolutely flip out at seeing this. I did this piece in one day, and I have no idea how I pulled that background off but hopefully I can do it again some day lol

JULY

Two drastically different vibes here. Realized it had been forever since I had drawn Kahri so I just wanted to make a cute summertime piece. Their hands should be bigger and it bugs me but this is still really cute, I missed my girls dearly.

And then my very very sad man Kassadin being very very sad about his very very dead wife. This is what I call his phase 2 design, when he's at the peak of his grief (spiraling, as emphasized by the background) and feels just so sad and alone. In my head this and the March piece are part of a series that I hope to continue.

AUGUST

Just one piece that took me all month because I was quite busy in August, and Runeterra Kahri pieces take forever, but as I always say, it's always worth it. This pose comes from mellon_soup on instagram, who makes a lot of really great pose references for artists to use, highly recommend checking them out. This piece is just so soft to me. Captioned "'you're beautiful, you know that?'" they're saying it to each other, two people that struggle with their self image finding love and confidence in the other. Also I'm so very happy with the background. I love these two so so so so much, they're my world.

SEPTEMBER

One of my goals for this year was to branch out in the fanart I made. Baldur's Gate 3 came along and I love watching my best friend play it, we love Shadowheart and I just wanted to draw her. This came after a lot of sketches of both her and our favorite Tav that ended up changing how I draw eyes. The rendering of her face here is also something I'm proud of, her nose looks great. And again, the background! This piece didn't get a lot of attention at all but that's okay, I made it for me and I'm very happy with it.

OCTOBER

STAR WARS TOXIC YURI WENT CRAZY THIS YEAR!!! Wolfwren (Sabine Wren x Shin Hati, from the Ahsoka TV series) had me by the THROAT for a solid two months or so, I haven't been that feral and deranged over a ship in a hot minute. They had me frothing at the mouth every episode even though I did not like the show overall. Anyways. First piece is a redraw of the part in episode 4 where they just have the most charged eye contact of all time, and I decided to take that in stride with inspiration from Horimiya, a favorite anime of mine, during particularly emotionally charged moments, the background changes and there's a particular color silhouette behind them. It really fits that moment of the show and I am SO proud of these faces, especially Sabine's. Drawing from a real human face reference was kinda new to me but it's taught me a lot. The file size also ended up enormous somehow idk lol

Then, my most popular piece of the year, on both tumblr and twitter. I LOVE hand imagery, I love subtle hand touches, I churned this out in I think exactly one day, it's so soft it's so cute and I totally understand the overwhelming positivity it received.

NOVEMBER

I was not doing well at this time in the year. The state of the world just had me in a horrible mental state, I wasn't taking care of myself well at all, I couldn't get myself to make art, especially something happy or cute, it just felt wrong. But then sometimes you feel something so strong and specific there's no other way to process it than to make art. To make a long story short, earlier in the year I thought a girl liked me, I liked her back, but it turned out she did indeed have a boyfriend the whole time. We didn't see or talk to each other for a few months but in November we (and the bf, lol) met up again. When she saw me at the door she smiled at me so sweetly and it was just the worst feeling ever and I just had to hide it behind a smile and a wave. Oversharing aside, this is a style I'd wanted to execute for a while and I'm really pleased with how it turned out, would love to make more like this.

DECEMBER

All of this was done / finished in the first two weeks of the month because then I got sick + was visiting family + jet lag took me out. Kinda sad I didn't get something done for Ahri's birthday or a traditional Kahri Winter piece but that's what January is for. Anyway.

Sometimes you just want to draw girls kissing and sometimes you wanna make it a little suggestive. Not much to say. Proud of the drapery on Kai'Sa's sleeve and you can always tell I love drawing hands.

Now it's time for classwork. Here I just have two pages but I've posted the whole comic on its own, this was for my "Art and Text" class, I have it printed in a booklet and my classmates + friends have responded to it so sweetly I'm really proud, I really really want to make more comics. This project was a culmination of so many inspirations from other artists and I'm really happy with the execution even if it was really rough for me to manage my time well for that class.

Then for my "Fiction and Allegory" class, two of my friends and I made a storyboard film (which I don't want to share publicly, but if I know you you can ask for a link) and during the all-nighter two of us pulled to get it done on time, I decided one scene needed music instead of diegetic sound, so I churned this out on garageband in about an hour. Would definitely love to try my hand at making more music in the future. Wish my classmates / teacher liked / understood the film more but oh well. I learned a lot and for the thousandth time, I'm proud of what I did.

IN CONCLUSION:

I ended up with less full pieces than 2022 but what I did create in 2023 are big, detailed, emotional pieces, and I'm more than satisfied. I think my skills in rendering, backgrounds, and colors really improved and I'm looking forward to how I continue to improve in 2024. This upcoming year has a lot of scary stuff ahead (namely graduating college) but I will come out the other side regardless, hopefully with just as much art I'm proud of.

If you read all of this, thank you!! If you've liked, shared, or commented on any of my art, thank you!!!!!! It means the world, always.

#2023 art review #long post #this year had some good highs but also some drastic lows so idk #but making art is always a high #happy new year!#artists on tumblr #tanner art #tanner talks

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Since Miguel is both Mexican AND Irish I just imagine Moche, Asa, and Hobie telling him how he should free his mind from European colonization and to remember what the Spanish and British took from him and how they treated the Irish

Constantly plotting on how he should be Radicalized and Decolonized

Meanwhile Miguel is looking at them like 'do we have to do this every Tuesday'

Moche learns that the city is called NUEVA York and she's like 'what the hell' and Asa is like 'I know right'.

In her world Mexico was never colonized. Spain actually isn't that powerful of a country (you know, not having all the stolen shit).

There it's called Mexica and they speak Nahuatl and a couple others. So the first time he's like 'I'm Mexican' Moche is like okay cool understood - from Mexica. But then he's like 'from Mexico' and she's like ??????? what are you talking about ???

Then he starts speaking SPANISH.

Moche just coming up to Asa and very confused just utters the word 'Spanish?'

But I love the idea of Moche taking Asa to Mexica because the political relations between them and Tawanti is really really good. And they can go to museums from Moche's world and take the kids too to show them all the culture and food 😭😭😭 IM SORRY THIS IS SO LONG

I want to start this out with a little personal note. I’m chicano or mexican american and asa result i don’t know what my culture actually is because of the assimilation that my family underwent in order to protect themselves so the idea of miguel getting to unlearn what he thought was his culture (cough spain cough) is so precious to me actually.

I want to start out with Asa learning about Mexica, because when I tell you that he cries with joy, he sobs his eyes out, these heaving sobs of pure joy, that there’s somewhere that his culture wasn’t taken, that he lives somewhere happily and fully along with his people. Moche. is very concerned but she patiently holds Asa through it, and tells her joyful stories of visiting mexica and it’s thriving culture.

As for Miguel, this would have to happen pre-chase because after-chase Asa will not go anywhere near Miguel for a long time.

Anywho, Asa is all for telling Miguel that he needs to find himself in his culture became he genuinely thinks that it will make miguel calmer, and happier. Connecting to one’s culture makes for a happier person and Asa absolutely believes in that for himself and for Miguel. He and Hobie are bothering miguel about it like every tuesday and do not let up. Moche thinks that it;s the best thing ever and fucking adores Asa for making sure that her partner knows his culture.

(Hobie is here for the vibes)

When Moche invites Asa to her world, Asa is absolutely honored, and wears all of his best clothes for it, and even goes as far to dress up the kids and make sure that everyone is in thier best traditional clothes.

The braids are immaculate and honestly a little gravity defying but Asa does follow Chaos so weird stuff like that happens. Asa is enamores by everything and buys so much for his home that everyone else is like ‘are they okay?’ and moche just has to assure them that Asa is having a moment^tm

#asa rameriz #astv #spidersona #spiderverse oc #spidersona oc #hobie brown #spiderman atsv #across the spiderverse #atsv hobie #bestie!#chatting: asks #oc asks #incaspider #moche

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oraclekleo · 1 year

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@w0nderbread + Lee Know (Stray Kids) - Sweet Romance Tarot Reading

Disclaimer:

All readings have purely entertainment nature

I don’t know any of the celebrities personally

Don’t base life decisions purely on tarot readings

I can never guarantee any of what’s said in the reading

Before requesting, read the pinned post and appropriate linked post

Tarot readings are my hobby - I’m not obligated to accept any of the requests nor to complete them, it’s my choice, not duty

Waiting time is long, even several months

If you can’t wait, please, seek other tarot reader

Reading Info:

Rating: 18+

Reading Type: Single - Couple

Requested: Yes - No

Requester: @w0nderbread

Deck: Mythic Goddess Tarot

Spread: Sweet Romance

Questions:

The eyes meet across the room… (What captivates them about you)

Sweet scent lingering in the air… (What pulls them closer to you)

Only the brave ones… (What motivates them to approach you)

Words as sweet as honey… (What enchants them about you)

Lips like petals of a rose… (What makes them kiss you)

Love is a form of insanity… (What makes them fall in love with you)

Celebrity Info:

Full Name: Lee Min Ho

Stage Name: Lee Know

Group: Stray Kids

DOB: 25.10.1998

Sun Sign: Scorpio

Chinese Sign: Earth Tiger

Life Path Number: 8

Masterpost: Stray Kids

Ko-fi - Voluntary Tip for Readings

@w0nderbread + Lee Know (Stray Kids)

Lee Min Ho

Deck: Mythic Goddess

Spread: Sweet Romance

The eyes meet across the room… (What captivates them about you) [54] - Page of Cups

Your enthusiasm, creativity and youthful energy, the way you enter people’s lives and change the way of their thinking by presenting brilliant and unique ideas, that’s what captivates Lee Know about you. He can instantly notice how people (and himself) start to smile in your presence. Nothing seems impossible for you, you have a curious and open mind, you are ready to explore everything that comes your way. At the same time, you are not the aggressive type of explorer, you do have fascinating ideas but you don’t force people to think the same way like you do.

Sweet scent lingering in the air… (What pulls them closer to you) [32, 12] - 3 of Wands, XIX The Sun

Both the cards you picked here speak of vacation and travel. It’s possible for Lee Know to meet you while you are abroad and the simple fact you two find yourself in the same geographical location can pull him closer to you because, dear, you do ooze confidence and positive vibes and these attract attention and abundance to you. You don’t smile because everything is great in your life, you smile to make it great because you know that a smile can go a long way and will make not only you feel better but also other people will instantly start feeling more positive. You are the type to radiate light in order to chase away the bleak and darkness in life. And Lee Know can’t resist that.

Only the brave ones… (What motivates them to approach you) [01] - 4 of Cups

Lee Know probably felt like looking for something but wasn’t even sure what it was, he was feeling restless and disillusioned because of it. Until he met you. Suddenly he’s at the right place at the right time and he knows exactly what was missing in his life - YOU! He’s not the type to let the opportunity slip through his fingers, he will approach you to get to know you more closely because he feels it in his heart.

Words as sweet as honey… (What enchants them about you) [42] - III The Empress

You are the goddess for Lee Know. He admires and worships you for being a kindhearted, nurturing and truthful person. You give him a feeling like anything is possible, he has no doubts when he’s with you. You inspire him and he would bring all the gifts in the world and put them to your feet if you asked him to do. You are the one who brings joy and harmony to his life.

Lips like petals of a rose… (What makes them kiss you) [25] - XVI The Tower

Something dramatic and outstanding has to happen for Lee Know to kiss you. He truly admires and respects you greatly so maybe you will have to make the first step. Maybe when you feel happy over something and just want to celebrate the moment by placing a kiss on his cheek but he turns his head and you end up pecking his lips. It might make you giggle over the accident but Lee Know’s inner flame ignited and he will pull you back into his arms and kiss you properly with all the passion and adoration he has been storing for you.

Love is a form of insanity… (What makes them fall in love with you) [28] - 2 of Swords

Falling in love, or better say admitting and confessing to being in love with you, might be a difficult problem for Lee Know. He’s very aware of how serious this feeling is, he doesn’t want to rush into it, he doesn’t want to play with your heart so he will first make absolutely sure that what he feels is truly love and not just an infatuation. It might take him some time but once he sits down with you and tells you he loves you, you can trust it comes from the bottom of his heart and he feels no doubts about it.

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Nadakhan is such an enigma to me

WARNING!!

long post

Like, reeaaally long

Lotsa reading.

In 6.1 he gets released from his teapot by Clouse. He then goes on to grant wishes for Clouse. He then causes massive indiscribable pain for clouse. We don’t care because it is Clouse. (Over the past month I realised this isn’t true but the draft is old so stay with me.) He then goes out to the city, learns about his crew being stranded (and Delara being dead, I’ll get to that) and goes after the Ninja to get the realm crystal that public service AI so stupidly informed him of. Big whoopity doo, pretty decent introduction.

In 6.2 he gets the crystal and doesn’t do much.

Then we get to 6.3 however, where he frees his crew and the celebrate now having the realm crystal by getting drunk on their ship together while singing shanties and dancing drunkenly, it looks like a vibe good for them. He then tells them to basically retire since pirates aren’t really a thing anymore. He tells them that he got them back because as captain he couldn’t leave his crew marooned and specifically states that, as they are now safe, he is returning to his homerealm where he was banished/exiled from for unkown reasons (or just hated, works too I guess). The crew then, out of their own free will, follows him. ALL of them. And he looks genuinly surprised and happy about it. They then ask about the realm, he explains with pure joy yadayada. BUT THEN we all remember this. They get there and Djinjago is falling apart because the Cursed realm died. He sees his father who explains it. Nadakhan the OFFERS TO SAVE ALL OF THEIR PEOPLE WITH THE CRYSTAL but in a honestly touching scene his father gives him the sword before dying. The crew gets Nadakhan out of there and they get back. When they get home he vows to take revenge on the ninja while assuring the crew he has a plan.

So to recap, we have an incredibly devoted main antagonist who deeply cares about his underlings, who has some kind of tragic backstory which seemingly ended bittersweet involving his fatehr, who was struck by unfathomable tragedy ÁND who has every reason ever to target the ninja? HELL YEAH SIGN ME UP! That sound like just about the clsoest you can get to a sympathetic and ruthless villain, I’m here for it. I also wanna mention how devoted the enitre crew was to him, which might surprise you if you’ve seen the tall tales shorts. I guess it just means he’s a really kind captain or something, I really don’t know. EIther that or some brainwashing/stockholm syndrome is in play here. I dunno, I’m not a psychiatrist.

Back in track in 6.4, the Misfortune’s Keep flies now and he finds Nya and Jay. He gets Jay to make his first wish and gets the lower members of the old crew back. Then it ends with his trapping Kai. Pretty tame all things considered.

In 6.5 we get Flinlocke’s first questioning of Nadakhan. Unlike most lackies in shows however he directly confronts Nadakhan about it without beating around the bush. Yet he also stays respectful ánd states exactly what his expectations are, implying that those to are on almost equal footing with each other. Nadakhan stays calm and shows the crew the new Djinjago. He also specifically states that he cannot do this alone and he needs his crew with his. They then follow and everything is good. Nadakhan does say, and I quote, “This is what you sacrifice(d) for, not some girl. A home.” Implying that he kinda misses his ex, but he has gotten over her. We also saw this very briefly in 6.3 All good and dandy. Moving on from dead people is good (I say that as if that isn’t the most ironic thing I’ve ever said). Nadakhan then takes Zane and Jay at the end of the episode. Whoopity doo change of the satus quo.

6.6 starts of with Nadakhan starting his Jay torture (mildy for now, it’ll pick up later) since he has that grudge against the ninja and since Jay hasn’t made his 3rd wish. Clancee also mentions how Nadakhan ahs brought them together and made them whole. Then we get to the dinner, where they sart talking about Nya. Nadakhan tells him about his wedding plans and infinite wishes with Jay then claiming He does not care about a new world Nor about Nya’s heart. Jay says he never loved Delara and just wanted what she could give him in a marriage. Then Jay needs to fight in the pirate gang fight and tries to start a coup which fails painfully.

To dwell on that dinner scene a little longer, it still made (enough) sense. One should always expect that he missis his homeland, and the people, instead of just the land. The cheap remake wouldn’t have fixed it. He’s doing the floating islands thing for the sake of the ceremony working. He also however mentions that he just needs to marry someone, anyone, and doesn’t really care about winning Nya’s heart. By this logic, couldn’t he just take any random person who would be to terrified to say no instead of someone who would flee overseas to avoid his just so we could have some ‘damsel in distress’ finale? If the problem is that he wants someone who looks like Delara he could also just use those infinite wishes to wish for the historically most drastic plastic surgery ever. And if it was that he wanted Delare, why didn’t he deny Jay’s claims? In fact, why has he seen mostly indifferent to that point except for seeing Nya in the newspaper and in the city at lunch? Is is just that he doesn’t care what Jay thinks? I mean, kudos to him for not being sensitive enough to let it get to him but still. And if he wants infinite wishes, why not tell his crew? Sure they might turn on him, but with their loyalty I doubt he’d have any sort of trouble convincing them that he’s use the wishes for them as well to make a new and better world. And honestly, at this point I still mostly believed that to be the case.

6.7. Aside from him having some (pretty cute) interactions with Flintlocke and Clancee about some idiots and taking a cloak outside, he also takes the ninja prisoner after a failed rescue attempt and takes Nya back to his quarters, He tries to make a deal about bargaining her friends lives which leades to the “fuck around and find out: wishing edition” scene. He grants the wishes like he has to, twisting them jsut enough to keep the scene going. It isn’t until the end where in pure rage he forces Clancee to make a wish to get rid of Lloyd and Cole (even though he could have just struck them with the blade, but I guess That Would Have Spoiled the finale. Then something interesting? confusing? happens; for the first time (as far as I can tell) he is really taing his anger out on the crew, Flintlocke in this case, as he tells him he can;t come back until he’s found the escaped duo. He also threatens him with Zane’s second wish (clever) to make sure no harm comes to Nya.

6.8. He becomes reckless/agressive and just orders to basically take everyone prisoner. He learns about the tiger widow venom and starts to think about how the duo might use it. This is where Flinlocke starts his coup, after telling the captain to forget about the girl, as it was never about her but about building a home for all of them. Again, if Nadakhan had just mentioned the wedding thing like he does later to the others, this would have easily been avoided. But no, he lashes out on not just Flintlocke but the entire crew after FLintlocke tells him that he’s won and that it’s enough (positively). And he now does come clean about the infinite wishes, but it’s too late for Flintlocke. Again, no problem if he’d been upfront. I still don’t get why he wasn’t, since he truly treasured and appericiated (or seemed to) that crew in the firest half of the season. His lashing out is so stupid and screws him over here. But okay, after FLinlocke’s coup he now just scares the others into following him, which is about the first plan of action when you’ve got a group of followers, a group of friends, thát loyal. But no, he makes Clancee use another wish to find the couple, they all raid the lighthouse and then take Nya. Great, onto the finale.

6.9 He goes over the wedding ceremony wirh Clancee (who states that her objecting would not matter to the ceremony, once again implying that he could have taken literally anyone else to marry) He then lashes uot when a scout informs him of the ninja, orders literally everyone to be guarding the place and leaves to prepare. When he gets to Nya she plays into the Delare bit (blegh) but to absolutely EVERYONE’S suprise. HE ACTUALLY SEEMS HAPPY ABOUT IT SO WHAT THE HECK. He then says how he and Delara had dreamed of this moment but never accomplished it, which also AGAIN CONTRADICTS EVERYTHING ELSE WE HAVE SEEN ABOUT HIS FEELINGS TOWARDS HIS DEAD EX GIRLFRIEND. Yet inspite of that (temporary jump to 6.10) he doesn’t actually seem to want to posses Nya’s body with Delara’s spirit until she ‘betrays him’, implying that he didn’t care so much after all??? BUt he goes with her with all the pet names and bullshittery and puts down his sword for her (after she plays the daddy’s boy card) . Sure, be more stupid Ig.

6.10 So finally last episode. So The other main crewmembers are the only audience (implying they are still relatively happy to follow Nadakhan since they don’t seem scared of this ceremony) and... Flintlocke? Sure- I guess he’s harmless now and all but... whatever, I’m tired. The wedding continues with Clancee reading it (which seems stupid as balls since Dogshank is literally RIGHT THERE) and Nadakhan calling Nya out for being distancy. She makes her say yes, ceremony is official because with Djinn law you aparently don’t need to course and he becomes all powerful. He fights the ninja, puts Nya to sleep, then beats the ninja and then... here it comes.... BRINGS BACK DELARA??? OKAY WHY??? This is probably the main reason I’ve made this post, becasue I need someone to explain this to me. Yes we have seen small parts of him maybe caring about her, but just as often, if not more often, we have seen him actively deny any importance she had! FLINLOCKE had more of a reaction to seeing Nya! Why?!

But then- Clancee starts with his big speech. And in it- he- I can’t. I literally can’t. He starts of saying that he “Never liked the way he treated people”. *breathes in*. WHAT THE ACTUAL EVERLOVING FUCK? This goes against LITERALLY EVERYTHING we have EVER seen about Nadakhan ánd the relation with his crew this season! SO unless they’re all somehow 20x as talented actors as Harumi was to all pretend to like Nadakhan that makes absolutely no sense whatsoever! And after Clancee’s speech he gets rid of him, Monkey wretch and Doubloon, leaving Flintlocke and Dogshank to go help the ninja. But fine, cut to him and Delara acting... truly in love? After he had gotten his wishes no less! Just saying, If I had infinite wishes and loved someone as much as he seems to love and desire her I would have done so from the get-go and never evern entertained Nya’s play becasue how dare she act like my deceased beloved! But no, now that he has infinite wishes he just makes statues instead of wishing the ninja to be tortured or his entire fucking homerealm - you know, the thing that strated all of this? - to be brough back, cause fuck that I wana poof excessive statues for my new wife whom I technically didn’t marry and my enemies to be turned into statues through instead of wish so I can show her How Cool I Am. Well, at least the couple seems to share the tyrannic and deranged part so they bond over that.

Someone, for the love of whatever holy figure you or anyone might believe in please PLEASE explain this character to me.

Does he care about his crew? Did he suddenly stop caring?

Does he care about his homeworld? Did he ever really care or did he just want to find a replacement wife there? Unlikely, since that would have been the smart thing to do in Ninjago too.

Did he care about Delara? Did he get over her only for the feelings to come back? Those feeling seemed too strong too poof into existence. And then why would he follow Nya’s honestly offensive roleplay if that was the case?

The part of the crew honestly bothers me a little more than it should, just because of teh inconsistencies. Especially if you’ve read the Splinter series (which isn’t actually canon but could technically be considered as such) you read again about how much the crew cared about Nadakhan. So why would Clancee say that he ated the way he spoke to them?? I just--- Someone save me, please...

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Hi quick-catton!! First of all I love your page and I love your personality💕💕💕 I also LOVE Saturn and Felix and Oliver just-😫😫😫 I love it every time you post, it makes my day!! Right now I just really need your help. Today I had to go on another account just to send something to my ask box because since I started my account last year, I’ve gotten nothing and it really hurts.

I love how open and freaky you are in your posts and I’m honestly the same way with Saltburn and an anime fandom that I’ve shaped my blog around. I used to be a little calm and collected but you’re inspiring to just let go and let my freak flag fly but the problem is, with my fandom, I don’t think people are going to be very inviting. Like literally the only thing I wanna do right now is babygirl code my favorite anime character sooo badly but I’m afraid I’ll lose all my followers and when I try to I get no engagement.

Like I wrote three freaking paragraphs about how good he’d look with a navel piercing! That was this morning and I got nothing all day but four likes. No reblogs, no comments, I literally had to make another account and send myself some praise for that post just so I could post it to show people that at least someone else agrees with me.

And I know I should give it time but that’s the problem. Some of my other posts like that don’t grow. They just get five likes and that’s it and it sucks because all I wanna do is engage with people that want to see this boy in lingerie or a skirt or goddamn pregnant (told you I was a freak)

I just don’t know what to do. How do you deal that? I’m honestly this close to deleting my account coz it seems like I’m posting to a blank wall and it’s so embarrassing coz everyone can see it. Sorry this is so long! Thank you for quickcatton 💕💕

WAH ANON ur so sweet omg, thank you?? <33 honestly i feel like i don't have good advice because i only made a tumblr for the first time EVER at the beginning of january!!! i am 23 and had never set foot on this app, but i saw that most of the saltburn fandom was here, so i gave it a shot and i've just been learning as i go.

i think that's half of my 'luck' with having a good experience on this app, is that because this fandom is so fresh, it's super active, but it's also a very small fandom (relative to some others) so we're all kinda like a hivemind here LOL, and because of the source material of the movie itself being weird/freaky/psychosexual, we all know that anything goes and the more freaky the brainrot, the better! i'm in other fandoms where if i said half of the shit i say here, i'd be ostracized, so it's really a case by case basis unfortunately </3

ik i yap a lot here but i also hold back sooo much because even tho ik we're all weirdos here, i still get nervous about putting out my writing or not having people vibe with an idea– you're not alone in that, i promise. it helps forming friendships in your fandoms so you know that there'll always be people who you can get hype over ideas with, but i know that's easier said than done sometimes <3

i don't have advice on engagement because i honestly don't look at that stuff (which i know is so annoying to say lol but it's true); i made this account purely to have a place to dump brainrot/art etc and view other people's saltburn content and i didn't care about engagement, i just got lucky to meet some cool people and make close friends through it.

i think if people can tell you're having fun through your posts, they'll vibe with you! it does take time with the good ol' algorithm, i'm sure, but as long as your page brings YOU joy, that's what matters most. people don't have to agree with your takes, life is too short to be vanilla and water urself down for others :^) making fandom friends and gaining interactions will come along with being yourself, but if posting here and running the account feels more stressful to you than it is fun, it's okay to step away too!

if you're on ao3 and sites like that, leaving comments on your fave works can be a great way to get conversations going as well. i met my closest friend on here bc she stumbled across my fic on ao3 and then sent me a message; it was purely up to chance, but branching out and being brave starting conversations with your fave accounts can be a great way to feel more included in the fandoms you're in and maybe you'll meet cool people along the way!! <33

#if anyone else has other advice feel free to reply with it <33 #because i'm not good at this stuff LOL #i literally just open this app say shit and then go back to yapping in a google doc #also this made me realize idk if i've ever put my name anywhere on this account #so i just added it to my display/pinned hi i'm sam #quick-catton asks

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