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johnlockdynamic · 1 year

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genuinely so fucking weird that the gym is our safe space.

#mans really opening up about his daddy issues in between sets of hip thrusts like ??#u could have told me about this at any time in the last 18 hours instead #when we were in private.#he’s the one like oh we are together but only on the DL but then fishing for PDA like ‘everyone here at the gym knows anyway ¯\_(ツ)_/¯’#cj talks #scratching my head but somehow very ok with it. idk what changed exactly but I’m just feeling better and more secure #maybe he was right me breaking up with HIM was what changed things #also this is the most he’s ever broken up with a girl so guess I have that dubious honor #there’s just nowhere to go but less fucked up from here so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯#it doesn’t make any damn sense but somehow I am feeling more secure and happy and comfortable than ever about this and I just don’t feel #like I have to justify that #‘broken up’ in the sense that somebody says we need to stop or pause or whatever but. we just start acting more committed and like a couple #there’s literally no down time either it’s like we skip the actual broken up part and jump straight to the getting back together #cause we know we’re running out of time #again nothing healthy etc etc but for once I’m happy so ooooo

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gareleia · 3 months

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THE KNITTING SAGA CONTINUES

a continuation of this post, because I have no impulse control and am in dire need of more Aeolus content

first of all, let's establish one thing - and I think we can all agree on that - Aeolus loves to fuck with people. they are a benevolent(-ish?) trickster deity, and they revel in harmless pranks

as a consequence, they are on pretty good terms with Hermes. while Hermes doesn't care much for the 'small fry' and doesn't pay that much attention to the wind god most of the time, Aeolus has their winions follow the messenger god religiously (pun intended), because? where Hermes goes, shenanigans always follow.

so when they get the tea that he's apparently hanging out on that one random Greek island, playing nanny? oh, they know it's gotta be good. so naturally, they go to check it out.

well, turns out that Athena is also there, and both of them are sooo bad with babies, it's hilarious

Athena, holding baby!Telemachus: Ehhh, shouldn't it be eating more meat? it's body is so weak, it can't even hold a spear! Hermes, exasperated: oh my me, 'thena, that's not how humans work!! babies eat liquids first!! how can you not know that!! here you go, champ, drink some wine!! Aeolus, hiding in the leaves: holy shit these guys are dumb

so now they can't just leave Telemachus alone with Athena and Hermes! they might not be an expert on child rearing, but surely they can do better than those two dorks! and the baby is adorable.

so they decide to stick around. just for a little bit. a week tops.

fast forward a few years, and they have been raising the prince of Ithaca

Aeolus: *shocked pikachu face*

and Aeolus is the much needed chaotic good influence to Hermes' chaotic neutral and Athena's lawful neutral.

the thing is, Aeolus is really good at hiding. so good, in fact, that no one but Telemachus had even realized they are here. everyone else just thinks that the prince has an invisible friend which, well… they're not wrong?.. and it's not like other kids are exactly lining up to be his friends anyway, cause everyone thinks he's weird (or their parents don't want to catch the attention of the suitors)

and the gods think that it's because they hang around too much and Telemachus can't make friends because of them. so maybe they try to spend less time in Ithaca, for his own good. which only makes things worse, because now the boy is upset, and Aeolus and winions have to try extra hard to cheer him up, which pisses them off.

Athena & Hermes: oh, goodness us, we shall try not to interfere too much with the mortal affairs, so that the young prince grows up healthy and happy ¯_(ツ)_/¯ Telemachus: (T⌓T) Aeolus: ヾ( ･`⌓´･)ﾉﾞ

and then they have to subtle bully the two dumb fucks to come back.

on a less serious note, Aeolus also has a sweet tooth, especially for marshmallows (idgaf there weren't any marshmallows in Mycenaean Greece, they're a god. they can make all the damn marshmallows they want)

and of course, since they are sooo generous, they always share with Telemachus.

what they don't know(?) is that winions, who all get their own treats, also collectively share them with the baby, because they are secretly evil adorable little freaks.

which results in a very hyper prince sugar rushing seemingly out of nowhere.

Telemachus, running all around the palace and crackling madly: I AM SPEED- Penelope, unimpressed: and who, pray tell, had given my son sweets right before dinner? Athena, equally unimpressed: yes, I would also like to know. Hermes, sweating nervously: heyyyy, why are you all looking at me like that???? ( ಠ‿ಠ ) Aeolus, from behind a tree, unseen by anyone: (｡•̀U-)┘

Hermes always gets blamed.

It's the only time he doesn't do the thing

and he's seething, because nobody believes him.

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nautilusopus · 1 month

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Do you have any advice for anyone trying to get into writing?

Not really a motivation thing or anything, just for improvement. Your writing has captivated me, and I felt like it's better to get advice from an author that is reachable than reading a ton of articles online regurgitating the same steps.

Aw, thank you, I'm honoured!

Apologies if this is kind of a mess, I mostly went through stuff I come back to a lot that helps me. Also tumblr seems to have removed the ability to do indented bullets. Fucking great.

In General:

When I'm first starting out writing a story I'm excited about, I usually don't do things in order -- I'll instead pick one scene I can see extremely clearly and am super excited about, one of the things that made me want to write the story to begin with, and then build the entire outline out from there to set it up (what needs to happen to set the scene up exactly how I want it to be? How do I justify that stuff? What would happen afterwards that would add to the scene even more in retrospect?) This not only helps keep the energy going for parts of the story that might not necessarily be fun to plan, but will inherently cause you to start building a story that is either circumstantially or thematically building to something. It can be something as small as a single conversation but it should be the bit that you personally want to see realised most strongly.

On that note, people like when they can see foreshadowing! That's what it's there for! This has been said by other people plenty, but I'll restate it here: the audience potentially being able to piece together your twist after a while is not a failure in writing, it means you put information into a story that allowed them to engage with it and conveyed something that made sense.

I personally sometimes (but not always mostly due to laziness and because I do try to approach shit chronologically so I don't have to double back and do massive rewrites, also due to laziness) like to write big keynote moments of character arcs in full in advance once I have the whole plot more or less laid out. That way, I know what's coming emotionally speaking and can have characters start clearly building up to things, do stuff like plant specific phrases that come back in big ways or are recontextualised later on, and it makes the story feel more cohesive as a whole and helps the scene hit a whole lot harder when you do get to it. Like I said though I'm lazy and I also don't like creating more work for myself if I don't have to, and if by chance the story doesn't shake out the way I thought it would by the time I get to that moment then god is it a pain to rewrite that sort of thing.

¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Mostly I find it helps keep me focused on where it's going. It's a late stage thing though, I don't start doing this until I'm sure I know how the story will be laid out more or less chapter by chapter, which brings me to:

GO BACK AND CHECK IF YOU HAVE A MIDDLE OF YOUR STORY. ARE YOU SURE? GO BACK AND CHECK AGAIN. This is like the number one pitfall I see basically everywhere across any genre, both with fanfiction and professionally (and in movies always winds up manifesting in reviews as "the movie gets kind of aimless after a while/the third act kinda starts out of nowhere after a really slow part). People have an idea for a strong beginning, the rising action and the big dramatic moment when the stakes are raised, maybe a quiet moment in the middle reflecting on all the tension of the plot and how it's reflecting on the characters, a thing that sets off the end, probably an idea how it ends and how things resolve, et cetera -- and they will forget that at no point did they actually create any connective tissue between their plot development points. Travel! Character beats! The actual events in between big beat A and big beat B, no matter how barebones! Go back and check if you've made any!

As someone that writes a lot of heavily character-driven stuff I'm very biased here, but: in my opinion, if you have good, solid characters, they can carry even the most barebones dogshit story because they are the lenses that the audience is experiencing the world from and through, and whose actions are potentially shaping the course of the story, and of course who the reader is getting attached to. Conversely, even the richest, most lavishly detailed world and story is going to land with a thud if your characters aren't any good and don't have any more to them than making various political developments happen, because at that point you don't have a story with different elements interacting with each other to create events and tension, you have a lore wiki, which is not the same thing as a story. Maybe you could use that for a tabletop RPG, but people aren't necessarily gonna want to read it.

RELATED: JRRT was a linguist and historian first and a writer second. Lore is great and all and can help your world feel like it's a living breathing place, but think about if it's a good detail to include onscreen or not, or if it's just there to "flesh out the world". Stop to consider if this actually has a demonstrable effect on the things happening in front of the reader or not, and if anyone would notice if it were removed outright. Can some things be assumed? What might need to be explained?

Keep an eye on narrative voice versus character voice! If I stripped the dialogue tags from your story, could you still tell who was talking? Does everyone just talk like the narration? Like each other? Like you? Everyone is gonna sound like you at least a tiny bit because you're the one writing it, but at least try to keep an eye on how much you're doing that. It can be pretty boring to just listen to one guy talk the entire time across multiple mouths haha don't look at how long this post is getting shhhhhh

Any story (but especially horror, and especially especially cosmic horror), lives and dies by its suspension of disbelief. The rules don't need to be realistic because it is all made up, and they can be any rules you want, and if you establish them clearly then the audience will buy in as best they can because they want to engage with your story on its own terms (or they SHOULD grumble grumble but that's another discussion and not really something the author can control), but then once you've made them you need to stick to them, or when you do break them it should wind up meaning something.

Suspension of disbelief in horror or fantasy can be trickier, especially when it's something weird and the rules aren't even mechanically sound in their own setting. In that case, the important thing to preserve is emotional stakes the audience can buy into, about how this situation might feel to be in, or if there are any things in real life it might feel similar to. This one's more intuitive than you'd think. Sure, you might not know that the veil of reality is flimsy and all it would take to destroy it all is to get noticed by something much vaster than you could ever imagine; but you probably DO know what it's like to be one missed rent payment from losing everything and realising your safety was really all that never sound. I don't even flinch if someone's head explodes into gore in a movie, but I'll always wince and look away if someone has their fingers crushed or their eye pierced, because even though the violence is lesser I can imagine that happening to me and I don't like it one bit!

Horror can potentially struggle with this pretty badly. Unless you're writing a slasher where the point is to watch some dumb teens bite it, your movie won't actually be scary unless the audience can in some way feel endangered, and they won't be able to do that if what is going on is too disconnected from anything a human could experience. Writers tend to get fixated on making a Really Gross Scary Thing(TM) or Biggest Evilest Threat Evar(TM) and assuming their job is done.

There's no one right or wrong way to do something, but be aware that sometimes things tend to come up in stories a lot for a reason. The tools you have are just tools. Complaining a story has tropes in it is like complaining a tree is made of wood.

That said, if you're thinking of your story entirely in terms of which tropes you want to use, it may be time to take a step back and think about what you actually want to accomplish rather than mushing the same paste into the same holes for the 800th time (more on that later).

Dialogue. If it's something you struggle with, remember that chances are you're a person that knows how to talk, and so you inherently know how to create dialogue. The biggest pitfall I see is people overthinking it trying to "Write Dialogue in this Story" rather than just typing an idea the way they know inherently that it would be typed. If you wanna try and capture a much different voice, spend time listening to people -- and I mean really listening. People double back, correct themselves, trail off, change their train of thoughts in the middle, do more or less of these things when they're in a certain emotional state depending on their personality.

Frankly I'd spend time listening to real people anyway. Spend too much time online and characters wind up sounding like Twitter threads, or worst case scenario you wind up with perfectly articulated ideas and Therapy Speak. A character might not have the vocabulary you, someone who has been online for eighty to ninety years (est) would to convey specific ideas, and not everyone is perfectly self-aware about what they're saying. Someone's probably more likely to say "fuck you I had a bad day" than they are to go "gosh i dislike how much your own success reminds me of how my own mother held me to impossibly high standards so i have very high rejection sensitivity which is why i'm lashing out". Or, again, if someone does talk like that make it mean something. It could be a good example of someone either being insincere and going through keywords to shut someone up, or someone that's very socially awkward giving a rehearsed speech, and those are all potentially interesting ways to then take a story.

(Sidenote because I see this come up sometimes: Hate to single out a single genre here, but anime and by extent video games but mostly anime is a bad place to learn to write dialogue from -- if you're listening to a dub, they had to translate stuff from Japanese and then make it fit lip flaps on a screen, and if you're watching subs, not only were the subs translated but anime trends heavily towards melodrama and Japanese people typically do not speak that way.)

You gotta know the rules before you can break 'em! Read books. Actual books I mean, not just fanfic. Broaden your horizons. When you start breaking rules it will be because it's what you want to do.

Personal nitpicks, some fandom specific and some not. I'm aware some of these are basic but also you never know who might need to hear this stuff so:

Hentai is not a good place to learn about writing actual sex. It's a great place to learn about sex that is following pure porn rules, in which case go nuts and godspeed soldier, but unless you want your scene to come off as either unintentionally rapey or full of nonsensical leaps of moon logic when you're trying to write an otherwise somewhat grounded setting, you should probably read actual books meant for actual adults about fucking, or pull from your own experiences if you're able.

* This isn't advice but I want it known at this point I've seen at least three fanfics clearly written by a middle schooler that's never fucked before and honest-to-god genuinely seems to think some degree of omegaverse is how actual sex works. So that'll be interesting to encounter going forward. If you aren't committing to porn rules (there's that "the rules can be anything you want so long as they're internally consistent" bit again!) do research is my point.

If you started your character creation with their outfit and can tell me their star sign, bust measurements, the four shirts plus jacket plus socks plus shoes they're wearing, the kind of weapon they can summon, eye colour, hair colour, skin colour, height and weight, their agility score versus their magic score, and their favourite ice cream flavour, and yet you have one paragraph about "personality", your focus might not be in the right place and you are making an MMO character. That's fine for something you're going to be staring at the back of for 200 hours but maybe not for someone you're going to need to live inside the head of. Start with personality, and you can tailor all that fun back cover dossier stuff around who that person is and how it would inform the way they dress.

Bad child dialogue is my biggest pet peeve personally and I will immediately put a book down when I encounter it lol. A bigger portion of people are around children than you think and will notice if you've never interacted with a kid before. Children are not cavemen and do not talk like them. The gaps in their vocabulary tend to come from them having a limited amount of it and adapting new phrases into the few existing frameworks they have. This carries over to their psychology, by the way.

Specific to cosmic horror: you can't just make a Gross Thing, your horrors need actual motivations. Nobody cares how big of a squid you can invent, and going "uhhh it's so scary I don't have to bother can't describe it" can only work so many times and is not an excuse to at least not try to describe something. How it makes the characters feel, what the experience is like, whatever. Now, you don't ever have to tell the readers directly what the motivations of your old gods are, but you the writer should come up with some to shape their behaviour so the readers can see the inscrutable ghosts of clear patterned actions that almost make sense yet remain just outside human comprehension oooooooooo. Also readers can generally tell when that's missing and all you have is Large Squid Scary doing random gross shit so it's not an excuse to skimp.

Stop using hair epithets. Stop using hair epithets. Stop using hair epithets. Stop using hair epithets. Stop using hair epithets. Stop using hair epithets. We have pronouns. We have context clues. We have sentence structures that convey what is going on to the reader. We have nouns. If you are going to constantly refer to your character as The Brunette it better be hugely massively goddamn significant that her hair is brown or it's gonna become clear real fast that you just ran out of ways to phrase things and it's gonna take people right out of the story. If the only way you can think of to describe your character in an intense emotional scene is "uhhh this is the one with the brown hair remember I hope you didn't forget" then that's code fucking red. Stop using hair epithets. Stop using hair epithets. Stop using hair epithets. Stop using hair epithets. Stop using hair epithets. Stop using hair epithets.

And the two biggest bit of advice I can come up with for people trying to improve their craft that I give out every time:

1 Have a point. Have a clearly identified reason in your mind about what you want to accomplish with this story. This will help you get your thoughts in order when you are stuck, it will help you outline the story if you're not sure where you want it to go next, it will help other people troubleshoot with you if you aren't sure how to start solving a problem, it will help you make decisions about what and what not to include to help it feel complete, and it will help motivate you when you start to lose track of why you even started this project. Saying "well it's a Vampire AU and I want to do Hurt/Comfort with an ambiguous ending and a BAMF!Scrongus with Soft!Cromgle" doesn't tell me a damn thing, either as a reader OR as someone potentially trying to help you whip the thing into shape. That's a bit like asking, "How do I write a Cute yet Cool character?" like bitch I don't know it's your story there are a million ways to write this stuff and yes that is a real question I got asked once.

Instead, have an actual, identifiable goal that is personal to you, what you want to write, and what you have to say. That can be anything from "I have a lot of strong opinions about why gender is, across the breadth of experiences possible with human consciousness, a zero sum game that must be internally and deliberately engaged with before one is then able to determine their own relationship to it" to "oh man i love the idea of Mark from Accounts Receivable one day going apeshit and beating Jake from Auditing half to death with an office chair and the fallout that would generate and maybe also someone FINALLY FINALLY asks him for the first time 'hey dude are you okay do you wanna talk'" to "god it'd be so hot if this guy were bent over a pool table drooling onto the velvet and i am going to do everything in my power to facilitate that somehow". Either way, clear mission statement and goal that isn't just telling me what tags you're slapping on the finished product! If you have that kind of clarity of vision it will come across in your piece and resonate with people because it's a complete thought that the work is able to deliberately showcase, instead of just churning out Content™ that fits certain templates that are popular, even if you like said templates. What do you have to say? Why did this idea stick in your brain so hard you had to write it down and tell the world about it? What parts of it especially did you want to convey so badly? Show us!

2 Writing is vulnerability by proxy. Until we get the technology for brain uploading, you are only going to ever be you in your own head with your own thoughts, experiences, biases, and worldviews. If you think you can write something without exposing a lot of really revealing shit about yourself to an audience that notices it, perish that thought now. Quentin Tarantino and HP Lovecraft weren't slick about it and you won't be either. This is neither a bad thing or a good thing, it just is, and whether it affects the work for better or for worse is honestly dependent upon how you engage with that fact. I will say trying to back away from it generally leads to problems (unexamined prejudices showing up in stories, worldviews that it turns out most people don't share going stated simply as fact rather than being supported by the writing around it). It can also lead to a stronger story, though, if you're willing to engage with it. Engaging honestly with what scares you and why, what you find comforting, uplifting, upsetting, et cetera. All of these require vulnerability, and allowing other people to see that, and it's going to happen with your without your consent because you're the one writing the thing, so you may as well make peace with it and lean in. "But what if it's cringe" too late baby most things are cringe and that shouldn't be your focus. You are fighting a losing battle. We are all cringe. But we are free.

Hope this helps. I just know I've left half a sentence fragment in here that I said I'd come back to and then forgot oh god

#asks #Anonymous #spitegarbage

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nobunagas-chatelaine · 2 years

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Ikemen Sengoku reaction to your lovely moans during sex

Nobunaga Oda :

He is a man that will undeniably edge you, no matter the given scenario.

The first time he made love to you, he had to restrain himself from being too rough with you, but that resolution came crashing down when he heard those moans of yours.

"Hah, look at you; I haven't even started yet and here you are crying in ecstasy. Who would have known a fireball like you could make such noises ?"

He picks you up in his arms and slowly starts sucking on the sensitive flesh of your breasts, causing you to make more sounds of pleasure for the man infront of you.

Nobunaga tugs you down onto the mat along with him, a long night awaiting the both of you.

Life was unpredictable with you by his side.

Motonari Mouri :

Motonari fucked you with his long fingers, your breathing coming in short gasps of air but that too was gone after he crashed his lips on yours.

Kicho had came for a visit on Motonari's ship, and Kicho being Kicho had made some rather "Nice" comments regarding Motonari.

"That helpless brute can do nothing but steer a ship, come with me MC and I'll show you what love really is like."

You were stunned, because one you saw him as nothing but a brother warlord, two because from the corner of your eye you saw your lover rearing back his fist and punching Kicho directly on his face.

And now you were here, Motonari proving to you that he was infact better than any man and honestly, you weren't complaining.

Those long fingers of his ripped your voice from you, a lavish starter to the pirate who had now recently started to go down on your body.

"Yer making such sounds m'lady and then expect me to be a proper man ey? Nah, I'm forgetting yer rule of dinner before desert."

Masamune Date :

There were very less times when Masamune got drunk, but when he did....god knows how you dealt with him.

Azuchi Castle had recently held an amazing feast, but the kitsune beside you thought that it would be "funny" to swap your husband's water with sake.

Calling it funny was one hell of an understatement for within the next 5 minutes Masamune had suddenly swung you over his shoulder and announced that you two unfinished business at home.

The vassals were exchanging looks and Mitsuhide patted your back for whenever you and Masamune had unfinished businesses, somehow you couldn't walk the next day. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Fast forward to his Manor, you were spread out on his futon crying and screaming the heck out of your lungs because the man infront of you was fucking you so good.

"One more orgasm out of you kitten, you can't possibly deny your husband that."

"Nevermind, I'll give you as many orgasms you want if that means you'll keep singing my name to the heavens darling."

Sasuke Sarutobi :

Hiding in a small cramped space, you and Sasuke contemplate your life decisions.

Kenshin had recently gone haywire, like usual, and challenged Sasuke to a duel where he wasn't allowed his sword or any ninja tricks. Somehow, the castle ceilings were also being fixed that so the ninja couldn't just ker-vanish himself out of there.

And right now, in the middle of nowhere you and him were camouflaging yourselves behind two huge Sherman trees.

Sasuke had his arms around your waist while you rubbed up on him unconsciously, that was until you noticed his growing bulge and the tightening of his arms around you.

"MC, w-what do you think you're doing? Hopefully you don't expect me to let you go so easily because I'm not going to play nice."

Before you could decipher the meaning of his words he is already thrusting in you from behind, too much for being Kenshin's Ninja. The sudden pleasure down there caused you to hold tight onto the tree and blabber out indistinctable words with an occasional sob of his name.

"You really had to be this naughty, let that man stop chasing us first. I'll give you a treat later ;)."

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obeymeplz · 3 years

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one of those days ll mammon x gn reader

LISTEN guys... I’ve peeled through every single fanfic and one shot of my boy boy that I can find.

I’m done, finished, kaput. And I need content. So I decided to make my own.

2k words, ft. Belphie my salty homie

Warnings: mean(ish) mammon (because I’m a hoe for angst, highly implicative of smut...?, cussing...?

Enjoy ig ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ sorry if I suck LOL

It was one of those days, and it all began when you dropped your plate of pickled pancakes (it’s an acquired Devildom taste) all over your crisp, white shoes. Beel involuntarily frowned at the waste of food, while the other demon boys snickered at your inherent clumsiness, Lucifer merely rolling his eyes before excusing himself from the table. But someone was missing that morning.

From that moment on, you knew nothing would be going your way.

Your bad luck followed you to second period, where you received a colossal “F” on your scrying test, and then to lunch where Satan and Asmo had to pull you out of a fight with a succubus who had thought it her business to label you a “suck up whore”. This was a name you were used to; from the moment you arrived, every demon and unthinkable hoard in the Devildom believed you to be sleeping with every brother in the House of Lamentation, playing through all of them with zero consequences. Despite the utter falsity of these accusations, they hurt no less every time you had to hear them.

And to top today’s cake with a juicy red cherry, the one single person who could make all your worries melt away with just a smile had been nowhere in your sights all day. Mammon was indeed the sunshine you needed on this dreary afternoon, with his dumb tinted glasses and cocky remarks, yet endearing eyes and wondrous grin.

Staring out the window of an empty chem room, waiting for someone to be available to walk you home, you realized that it was an odd day - such a new world you’d been thrown into, yet so quickly you had familiarized yourself with your new “normal”; and now that normal wasn’t there. There were certain things you knew, day in and day out.

The sun will (sort of) rise.

The sun will (kind of) set.

You live in Hell.

Mammon will always be there.

These things you counted on to be true, because if they weren’t, you weren’t entirely certain how you’d keep your sanity intact.

“For a human who’s supposed to be completely inferior to our kind, you sure do seem to think a lot”.

Belphie.

“Gee, Belphie, you know, “you sure do” have a way with words. Thank you! I just feel so much better”, you scoffed a retort as you swung your legs over the ledge of the window to face the cow-haired boy, clearly having just woken from sleeping through 7th period. He only smirked at you.

“I heard you need a warm body to walk next to, and I figured I could use the company. Home?”

You smiled smally as he helped you to your feet. “Yeah, home sounds nice”.

He reciprocated the smile.

“So, what really has you down in the dumps?”

You shrugged as you tried to formulate a thought that might make sense to him.

“Well… I guess I-”, you had to cut off mid sentence, because something familiar began to tickle your ears — a laugh, one you’d been aching to hear all day.

“Belphie, is that… is that Mammon? Where has he been all day?”, you were asking the question, but your legs were already moving you out the door away from the answer. He replied, but you could only piece together bits as you got further away from him, following the voice of the snow-haired boy instead. Argument, Mammon left, crashed with friends, all night, definitely in trouble. That’s what you processed.

“Mammon-” you rounded the corner, but halted in your tracks, backing behind it when you came near face-to-face with a group of demons much taller and much stronger than you, energies darker than the ones you were used to being surrounded by.

He hadn’t heard you.

“Bro, that was a riot. You gotta swing with us more often my man”.

“Ya know Lucifer wouldn’t even think ‘bout lettin’ me ride with you guys on the day-to-day. ‘Sides, I got things to do”.

“You mean a human to babysit?”, your breath caught in your throat. You heard Mammon scoff.

“No! I do what I want. They’re cool.”

Your heart pounded into your throat (but that’s something you’d never let him know). You were just friends, and you weren’t sure if you’d ever be more. Sure, he was terrible at hiding how much he cared about you, and sure, he was ridiculously possessive over you, but he’s also the Avatar of Greed, so how much of that is him needing you versus his sin needing you? The way you saw it, neither of those things amounted to relationship-worthy love.

The conversation was droning on, and you’d almost forgotten you were listening.

“So, you fuckin that then or what?”

Your head snapped back into full awareness, the tone of your feelings completely changing every second, anxiously awaiting your favorite demon’s reply. Why were you so nervous? He wouldn’t lie about you, he wouldn’t slander your name — not with what people already thought of you because you lived in a giant house with 7 painfully-attractive, desire-filled, and experienced, rulers of Hell.

“Yeah, the rumors true?”

Mammon’s voice came next at a grumble.

He stuttered it.

You almost didn’t catch it.

You must not have.

“Y-yeah. No, I mean absolutely. I mean, how could a human even turn down The Great Mammon? They couldn’t, and they don’t.”

You must not have heard it — but you did, and you almost wished you hadn’t

Before your thoughts could catch up with your limbs, you found yourself rounding the corner yet again. “Yeah, how could they not, Mammon?”, your voice cracking at the end, despite all your efforts to come across smooth and level-headed.

“MC..”, Mammon’s mouth instantly hung open, his chill facade easily melting away. He looked almost identical to a lost puppy within moments.

“Oh you can bet, Mammon fucks me every single night — no feelings involved, because that’s just the kind of big man he is. He’s even fucking me RIGHT NOW. Right, Mon?”, you seethed his nickname through your teeth. Tears were starting to puddle at the lids of your eyes, threatening to expose just how much you really cared for him, and just how unspeakably broken you felt in that moment.

“M-MC. Pl- please don’t —“, he was already approaching you, pushing past the group of boys. You turned on your heel, catching the watching eyes of Belphie at the end of the hall. You ran for him until you were in reach to yank on his arm, pulling him behind you, as fast and as far away from that school, and Mammon, as possible.

“MC!”

Mammon will always be there.

Mammon would not always be there. This was a new truth you heartbrokenly added to your list.

———————————————————-

Your room was icily cold, numbingly so.

You always kept it like that when you were sad, hoping maybe some of the lack of feeling in your body would translate to your heart.

Hoping you wouldn’t feel so shattered.

You trusted him. And he broke it. He broke you.

These are obvious statements, but as you laid solemnly tucked under a heap of blankets, you couldn’t help but run them, and the scene from today, over and over again through your brain.

Maybe you were overreacting?

Mammon had always been the brother, despite his tsundere attitude, who protected you. He never lost his cool with you, and he never treated you poorly. Maybe he made a few callous remarks here and there, but they were gentle underneath, and just his own way of showing you a glimpse of the angel wings he’d lost a long time ago.

Mammon had become your home.

“MC?”

The voice was muffled through the door, but it was undoubtedly him. You weren’t sure if you were shocked, happy, angry, or assured that he had come, but either way, you wouldn’t dare leave your covers to open the locked door. Not yet.

“MC. Please. Open the door. I-I just wanna talk to ya…”

You didn’t budge.

“I will kick this down, ya know”. You were both quiet until you heard some shuffling outside. Your eyes went wide, ready for a foot to come flying through shards of your door. You scrambled to your feet, stumbling over to the rusted knob.

You cracked it open.

“Please don’t. I don’t want to sleep in Beel’s room another week because my room needs renovating for the millionth time.”

Mammon smiled shyly at you, apologetically more than anything.

“Can I.. ya know, come in?”

You pulled out of the way, making just enough room for the tall, lean demon to slip through the crack in your door.

The moment he stepped in, he was engulfed in darkness, nothing but dim threads of moonlight that seeped in through your curtains to highlight the sharp features of his face and body. He’d shed his jacket since earlier, leaving him in his fitted black tee and jeans.

So beautiful.

You mentally slapped yourself for even thinking about it.

You were mad at him.

“So. Please talk. I’m exhausted and wasn’t planning on even looking at you tonight.” You were curt. But you had to be, or else you wouldn’t be able to hold anything back, whether that be anger, or adoration.

He looked taken back — hurt — too. He glanced at your bed and the candy wrappers strewn about the floor. Mammon wasn’t too bright, but he knew enough to know when someone had been crying for well over an hour.

On a normal occasion, he would’ve thrown himself onto your sheets, rolling until he found a comfortable position to scroll his D.D.D. and poke at you for hours.

But tonight, he awkwardly crossed his arms and shuffled his feet, clearly unsure of what to say first — or at all, for that matter.

“I-“

You raised a tired eye, cueing him to spit whatever excuse he could possibly say out.

“I get a bad rep sometimes.”

What?

“For liking ya.. Hanging with ya.”

If this was an apology, it was the worst one you’d ever heard in your life.

“Oh? Sorry. I didn’t mean to be a burden to your bravado. Let me continue to take myself out of the picture.” You pointed at the door for him to leave, ready to break down the moment he walked through.

“No! That- that’s not what I meant.” He made eye contact for a mere moment, silently begging for you to see his sincerity.

“Is anything ever what you mean, Mammon?” The use of his full name in a mix with that tone clearly set him back, but he shook it off hurriedly.

“Yes! I mean, I don’t care. Usually. I’d-I’d just had a rough day with Luci. Rough life, more like, and I was tired of feelin’ like shit ‘bout myself. Nazriel’s question jus’ threw me off. I-I wanted to seem cool, so I said what I knew would make me, and-“

“And you’re a piece of shit for it”.

You weren’t wrong. And he knew that.

“... and I’m a piece of shit for it.”

There was a pause before he hesitantly continued.

“I wound up bein’ exactly what I was tryin’ not to be. Scummy.”

He raised his eyes to meet yours, blue hues morphing into gold flecks like waves crashing on the beach. Your breath hitched and caught in your throat, only now realizing that the whole time you’d been arguing, you’d both been slowly edging together. Now, you were dangerously close.

“You aren’t scummy, Mammon…”, you began to tenderly look at him.

“Yeah.. I am. But that’s just me, I guess. I can’t mind it.”

He took one step, leaving you toe to toe. Though one of the shorter of the boys, he still towered over you.

“I jus’ can’t be scummy to you.”

You tilted your head, heart and body language softening as he spoke.

“I shouldn’t be, and I don’ wanna be”.

His hands cautiously made their way to your shoulders, and you shuddered at the feeling that made its way through your bones.

“Mammon?”

“Yeah?”

“That apology shouldn’t have worked.”

He chuckled, “you’re right.”

You smiled, a true smile. The first one all day. And what came next, you knew probably shouldn’t. But you also didn’t really care.

“Mammon?”

He hummed in response, and you stood as high as you could on your tip-toes to kiss his cheek. His face deeply rouged the moment your lips met his hot skin.

His eyes were wide as you lowered yourself down, leaving a hand lingering on his arm.

In that moment, his aura shifted, and everything was suspensefully still. Within seconds, his arms wrapped you in a crushing hug, his breath heavy and warm behind your ear.

You sunk your weight into his, relishing the relief from the chill of your room, as you snaked your arms behind his back.

You weren’t entirely sure how long you stood like that, but you knew it must’ve been a while, because his grip was starting to affect your breathing.

“Mon- air”,

He lightened up and pulled back from you.

“S-sorry!”

Your lips turned up at the sight of his cute embarrassment. He scowled at you, knowing what you were thinking, but slowly started to laugh.

He leaned his forehead against yours, the sudden proximity causing you to let out a slight squeak.

“Ya drive me nuts, ya know?”

You searched his eyes, trying to make sure he was saying what you really thought he was.

This was a bad idea. For so many reasons.

But truthfully, neither of you gave two shits.

So he ghosted his lips over yours, his left fang biting his bottom, waiting for the sign to move — the sign that you wanted him, the sign that he would be enough.

The second you tilted your nose to the side of his, he crashed his mouth into yours.

From all the “first kisses” with your “first man” that you’d imagined, this was like none of them.

It was so

so much better.

It was fast, it was hard, but it wasn’t rough. It wasn’t brutal. It wasn’t empty. It was a cataclysm of feelings — pent up tension, pent up love.

As he dragged his mouth over yours, he hooked his hands under your legs, lifting you to wrap around him in one, swift movement. Then, he was on the move, backing himself toward your bed until the back of his knees met the mattress, and he collapsed, pulling your legs to straddle his lap. You hadn’t disconnected from his lips the entire time, still fervently needing more of him. You knew he felt the same. The demon of greed would most certainly never have enough of you. He tasted sweet and smelled strongly of an expensive cologne you knew he probably couldn’t actually afford. One of his hands stayed splayed on the top of your thigh, while the other worked to bring you even closer to him (if that was possible), pressing underneath your shirt to the skin on your back, two fingers edging their way into the beltline of your shorts.

He was careful not to take himself too far, to not lose control, and you could tell, so you worked your tongue past his lips. He sucked in a breath as the complete access to your mouth made room for him to deepen his greed for you. Slipping his tongue to meet yours, he nipped at your bottom lip, working his entire mouth in a blissful harmony.

He pulled back, heaving air, seeping desire from every muscle, just enough to speak to you,

“MC… I-I can’t… I can’t handle this... well... for much longer. I don’ know what I’m gonna do to ya…”, he began to pepper wet kisses down your neck, unable to keep himself off you long enough to even hear your reply.

You weren’t sure what else you were expecting, or if you were expecting anything else at all.

You were making out with a demon, after all.

You moved a hand to rake your nails through his frosty hair, and he leaned into the palm of your touch.

“It’s okay. I want you. All of you...”, it was only a whisper, but you were afraid if you spoke too loud, you’d snap the moment in half.

He did nothing but growl before reattaching his lips to yours, bringing his slender fingers to tug up at the hem of your shirt.

“I’m gonna do my best not to hurt ya…” he mumbled on your lips. You simply nodded, running your hands against his abs. He shivered at the contact, before helping you remove his own shirt.

Somewhere in the midst of him sliding on top of you, and the complete sight of the demon boy you had always longed for filling your soul, you heard the faintest of three words. You almost tricked yourself into believing they never entered the air, that they’d never left his lips.

But they were impossible to ignore.

“I love you”.

The sun will (sort of) rise.

The sun will (kind of) set.

You live in Hell, with 7 boys you dearly love,

but one holds you in the palm of his hand.

Mammon will always be there.

That night, he proved that truth to you over, and over again.

fin.

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So enough time has passed that I feel comfortable talking about my attempt to get disability. I’m going to be vague for privacy reasons but you should be able to get the picture.

So first let’s talk just a little about the psychiatrist I was seeing at the time. I had been seeing her for years and she was not willing to do much at all. She mostly kept telling me to consult other kinds of doctors: like a sleep therapist, who I’d seen before (a different one) and couldn’t help me either time; a particular cbt therapist, who decided she couldn’t help me because my facial expressions were not allistic enough for her comfort (I am not exaggerating); and my primary care doctor, who I’d been seeing for years and frequently ran a bunch of tests without finding anything, and was convinced my symptoms were most likely from the psychiatric conditions we already knew I have.

Despite my consistent claims that I was nowhere near okay or functional, and in fact got progressively worse the entire time I saw her, she was rarely willing to do anything. I did try a handful of medicines, and if the initial dose didn’t work or had bad side effects, she would immediately give up on that medicine. (Recently learned that one of the medicines with side effects was not even close to the lowest dose. I am currently on the second lowest dose, as recommended by a new doctor, and feel way better with no side effects, though still a 2/10.) At the time I was convinced it was simply because nothing could be done. Now I’m pretty sure she just wanted to take my money and not do anything.

I was finally shocked into action when my lawyer (and later the judge) said that she… didn’t write much at all! (And I realized I’d never seen her taking notes.) Apparently she only wrote down what was wrong on the first visit! One of those symptoms waxed and waned a little, while every other symptom consistently got worse! And she did not write it down! (:

So I asked her about it as calmly and politely as I could. She said she DID write things down actually. (Why would both the lawyer and the judge lie outright about that? Especially since if she HAD written things down, it would have helped my case, which would have helped the lawyer get paid?) I said, “Okay, well, it would make me feel a lot better if you could just write my symptoms down right now so they’re on record.” And after listing two of many, many symptoms, she cut me off. She didn’t even want to hear it, let alone write it down. Suffice to say that was my last appointment with her.

Now let’s talk about the lawyer. Here are some things that he did! (:

-did not tell us all the records we would need; we just guessed and he was like, “yeah sure.” Spoiler warning: we needed more. There were gaps that we didn’t recognize as such because we didn’t know what we were doing, which is why we hired a lawyer

-got half the records he said he was going to get

-only informed us of this when it was too late to submit more documents, so we had to change the onset date to much later (we made a few phone calls and very quickly found out how easy it would have been to get the records in question if he had made the slightest bit of effort)

-called a week before the trial to say the psychiatrist didn’t write much, indicating he had not even looked at my case until then. At this point, it is too late to postpone the hearing

But I’m not sure even a competent lawyer would have made much of a difference because I don’t think the judge was even remotely interested in giving disabled people the pittance that is ours by right. Here are some things that she wrote (paraphrased)! (:

-”Primary care doctor says she has [x]. Psychiatrist says she has [extremely common symptoms of x]. So what is the truth?” (basically pretended I was giving my doctors the runaround, either genuinely knowing nothing about a very common disability, or pretending to know nothing, despite this being her job)

-”[obvious display of perhaps best-known symptom of x] shows that actually she is just lazy and wants money” (again, this she could learn in less than three minutes if she were really so unqualified as to know literally nothing about x)

-simply did not acknowledge any claim or evidence that might not support her spin (also did this at the hearing)

-summarizes “cannot leave the house more than once a week max, cannot go shopping more than once a year max” as, verbatim, “She goes out. She goes shopping.” (probably the most egregious indication that she was intentionally being dishonest without technically lying)

So! (: That happened! (: I will not being trying again anytime soon. If this is what the judges are going to be like, and I have no idea if a lawyer is going to be any good ahead of time, it would mean just... applying and reapplying indefinitely. Hoping that eventually, I’ll get either a lawyer that’s willing to do their job, or a judge that hasn’t made it their life’s mission to indirectly kill as many disabled people as possible. And the last lawyer said that once I’ve been denied, I can’t reapply (and expect anything to come of it) unless something has changed. Who knows if that’s true or not, as apparently this guy is unreliable as hell, but it still just doesn’t seem worth the effort when it’s nowhere near enough money to support me anyway. If I’m ever in a situation where I really immediately need it to survive, I’ll be completely fucked even with it, so. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

#blahblahblah #disability #ableism #self reference #guess i'll die #long post

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Black Sails

Top 5 favourite characters: Max, Silver, Jack, Madi, and Flint.

Other characters you like: Mr. Scott, Anne, Miranda, Idelle, Eleanor, Billy, Eme, the Maroon Queen, Featherstone, Ms. Guthrie, Muldoon, DeGroot...

Least favourite characters: Rogers, Ashe, Alfred Hamilton and Richard Guthrie are my Most Disliked People lol. Dufresne and Hornigold can suck it too xD

Otps: Silverflintmadi, Flintmiranda, Maxanne + Rackanne, Maxanor. Don’t ask me to choose lol.

Notps: Eleanor/Rogers, Silver/Thomas. Though not with the ~passion I dislike other notps of mine -I just find the first depressing in canon and the latter tiresome in fanon *shrugs*.

Favourite friendships: Silver & Max & Jack; Silver & the Walrus crew (THE LOVE THERE), Idelle & Max.

Favourite family: Madi’s family >>>>>>>>. It’s not like there’s many options to choose from lmao, but even if there was, I’d still pick them. What a gr10 reversal of one of most hated tropes *-* (aka: having a character of color save or prioritize a white character at the expense of their own relatives, to the point where sometimes it even costs them their lives).

Favourite episodes: this is one of the shows I have most difficulty picking favourite episodes tbh. Every one in s4 (I still haven’t watched the finale... I should stop putting that off lol) has hit me where I live. Same with s3, really. s1 and s2 were less !!!!! but I’ve never disliked a single episode, so. Choices, choices. To pick one of each so far (minus s4 since I haven’t completed it): 1x03 (probably a... controversial choice, but it’s when I knew the show was something else), 2x10 (I love having my heart broken and this episode provided that. And I love seeing Max & co-winning and I got that too!), and 3x05 (the Silverflint!! Madi’s family!! Flint & The Maroon Queen’s scene! Flint’s visions! Max forcing Rogers to make a place for her on the council!! Max’s “I AM Nassau”!! Spoken Spanish that didn’t make my ears bleed!!!).

Favourite season/book/movie: s4. Each episode has been just. too much xD. So thematically perfect. I hope the finale feels like that too.

Favourite quotes: oof. How to choose. Max’s quote about refusing to make enemies of those one day she could call friends; her rant about Rogers sitting “in [her] fucking chair!!”; her speech to Anne in 4x08; Silver’s “I am no one from nowhere” quote; Madi’s about the “multitude of voices”; Jack’s “did I make up a lot of ground to catch you” speech; Flint’s “no daylight between you and I” (WHO SAYS THAT. IN *PUBLIC*. I swear it’s somehow the most indecent moment of the show. It overwhelms me xDD); Idelle’s quote about Max when she confronts Anne; Mr. Scott’s “only YOU” to Madi. I’d say those are my ultimate favourites.

Best musical moment: the intro. I love it.

Moment that made you fangirl/boy the hardest: Silver and Max’s interacting again in s4 made me lose it. Also, that Look between Max and Flint and Jack confirming later Flint had argued to kill her so she wouldn’t fuck with their plans anymore lmao.

When it really disappointed you: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Saddest moment: me at the progressive erosion of Silverflint’s relationship -> DDD:

Most well-done character death: Eleanor’s, I’d say.

Favourite guest star: Idek what I’d count as guest star with this show... I’m going with Idelle. If she appears too much to be considered a “guest”, the Maroon Queen.

Favourite cast member: JPK. She blends so, so well with her roles? Sometimes I have an incredibly hard time remembering Max and Nora West-Allen are played by the same person, ngl xD

Character you wish was still alive: both Miranda and Mr. Scott, though the latter has an edge because I have the NEED of knowing how he would’ve acted if he was in s4.

One thing you hope really happens: that I get the time I need to finish my WIPs and that NO ONE, EVER, tries to do a spin-off/remake/ANYTHING like that with it xD

Most shocking twist: Mr. Scott’s reveal in 3x04, if only because it was one of the few major things I wasn’t spoiled at all about xD. But I love how it changes your perspective of his s1-2 storylines.

When did you start watching/reading?: a few months ago.

Best animal/creature: ... sharks xD. We owe them so much (if Silver’s parrot was canon here, well).

Favourite location: Nassau (aka Max’s Domain).

Trope you wish they would stop using: n/a. I love this show’s tropes and themes lol.

One thing this show/book/film does better than others: lots of stuff xD. Dialogue is one; deviating from expectations and archetypes is another.

Funniest moments: WHO’S BILLY. The Silverflintbones pseudo-triangle xD. Silver’s s1 antics.

Couple you would like to see: *coughs* I could’ve coped with Silverflintmadi going all the way xD

Actor/Actress you want to join the cast: Maggie Smith should’ve had a cameo ¬¬

Favourite outfit: one?!? Have you SEEN everything Max’s worn in season four?? Or Eleanor in s1-2?? Jack’s Iconique Looks?? *sighs* I suppose I have a soft spot for Max wearing red, so that.

Favourite item: “La Galatea”, the book Flint gave to Miranda as an apology. My heart :((( (not to mention it reminds me to my own original WIPs).

Do you own anything related to this show/book/film?: ................ the DVDs xD. They were a little over 20 bucks total and I gave them to myself for my birthday lol (I just don’t trust Netflix anymore and I don’t want to lose easy access to a HQ version the show, so fork it). I own the Treasure Planet DVD (which came along with a computer game), but I have no idea of where I put it. And I have a copy of Treasure Island ofc (that I want to re-read when I finish the show).

What house/team/group/friendship group/family/race etc would you be in?: my heart is with Flintmadi’s cause but my brain and need to win with Max’s team xD

Most boring plotline: eh. I didn’t much care for Blackbeard’s deal (though I felt for his death, because it was so fucking awful).

Most laughably bad moment: n/a.

Best flashback/flashforward if any: The Sword Flirting Sparring flashbacks ofc *-*

Most layered character: Flint and Silver ofc.

Most one-dimensional character: the one-note characters that are just there at plot devices. And of those with a little more relevance to our mains, Thomas is the least expanded-on by far *shrugs* (which doesn’t mean “poorly written”).

Scariest moment: Silver’s state when he thought he lost Madi. No wonder Flint was so worried tbh.

Grossest moment: putting aside the physically gross moments (of which this show has a few, lbr. It did not shy away from injuries, etc.)... I had my most visceral reaction to Rogers speaking with Madi. Like, fuck off dude xD. ALSO: Billy’s beard. Kill it pls.

Best looking male: Joshua was a dork and a cutie. Flint is so not my type but there are... moments xD. Same with Silver when he’s in a shippy context, even if normally I’m all ??? at his face lol.

Best looking female: now this one is a lot harder xDD. I always end up saying Max because... have you seen her. They style her so lovingly *-*. But really, which of these women isn’t absolutely gorgeous in their unique way.

Who you’re crushing on (if any): Anne. She reminds me of my ~first love lol (looks-wise at least xD). And I know I’d be drawn to her... sunny disposition lmao.

Favourite cast moment: in my lurking over blogs to add stuff in the queue, I saw twitter exchange where Silver’s actor says Silver’s actions against Billy were revenge for the potatoes xD, and Billy’s replied he should’ve made him peel carrots, since he “likes their colouring”. LMFAO.

Favourite transportation: the Walrus, obviously. I’m sentimental :(

Most beautiful scene (scenery/shot wise): Charlestown in flames was hella pretty :))))))

Unanswered question/continuity issue/plot error that bugs you: n/a.

Best promo: I’ve seen a promo picture for s3 with Flint standing over a giant British flag on fire... very evocative.

At what point did you fall in love with this show/book: 1x03. I liked the previous episodes alone, but it was Max’s insistence of rejecting Eleanor’s help that took it over the edge. I’ve said before that although it made things harder for her in the short term, to me it showed how different and impressive a character it was and, knowing that things would go really well for her afterwards, made me see just how much promise the show had.

#replies #talking to the void #my thoughts #black sails thoughts #black sails #bsmax #bsmadi #mr. scott #Anonymous

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What are your top 5 worst voltage routes?

oh damn this is a tough one haha. i’ve definitely played routes that i find average/forgettable but it’s hard to think of 5 routes that i thought were actually bad. except for one which i’m sure anyone who has followed me for a few years knows about lmao

i was just gonna give brief reasons but then as i was typing this out i couldn’t stop my loudass brain from rambling so... sorry for all the commentary lol. i do want to preface this by saying that these are more critiques of the writing than the characters (except shinobu haha i despise him). i love many of these characters and have enjoyed their epilogues/sequels/substories. my main gripe with most of these is just underdeveloped, jarring or flimsy character and relationship development, which to me makes the process of falling in mutual love unconvincing. that’s why all of these are main stories because they are about the critical moments of falling in love (rather than future developments such as tackling conflicts together) which i think are the foundation to any further growth. so please don’t take any of this personally if any of the guys i’ve mentioned here are characters that you love!

5. main story: takane momochi - destind: mr almost right

so this is more a case of “love the guy, don’t love the route”. i have to admit that i really wasn’t big on takane at first and then i got to the end of the route and realised that i actually didn’t love the mc. i actually quite like the destind mc in rei and araya’s routes but omg takane’s route is weird. i have no problem with takane kind of being a jerk and i actually really like him but i have a couple of issues with this route. the first is that i don’t really understand nor buy into the reason that they keep seeing each other. the mc learns about takane’s true nature and finds him kind of despicable but then decides that she’s definitely gonna make him fall in love with her, which as a plot point on its own i’m fine with but the way thy go into that discussion is really weird because it arises from the mc being appalled that takane had an affair with some teacher when he was a teenager and somehow leads into that discussion. basically i don’t think that the whole “i’m gonna make you fall in love with me” vs “i’m gonna make you sleep with me” challenge is set up particularly organically.

it also occurs about halfway through the route which i don’t really think works in term of the pacing because within the shape of the narrative i would call it the end of act 1. act 2 would be them genuinely getting closer and then act 3 would be the conflict that develops between them which results in their breakup. with the structure of takane’s route, acts 2 and 3 essentially become crammed into the remaining half of the chapters, which makes the conflict in act 3 feel confusing and abrupt. i think it would have been more effective if they had set up the personality reveal earlier on in the route and then spent more time developing the budding incompatibilities which lead to the breakup-inducing argument.

the second issue that i have with this route is the mc’s lack of development/not addressing the actual mistakes that she makes with regards to how she sees takane. the mc suffers from idolising syndrome because she’s built takane up into this perfect prince in her mind (i guess kind of like with hiroki from mlfk) even though he’s a regular old (substantially) flawed dude who struggles with the pressure of external expectations bc people don’t see the ~real him~. this is all well and good and is set up to allow the mc to accept his flaws and see him as a real human being but instead she’s just like “your flaws aren’t really flaws, they’re just another example of why you’re perfect bc you engage with them!” SIS. he’s not a character that needs validation in that way bc everyone already thinks he’s perfect. he needs someone who can see that he’s FAULTY and help him through it, not just pass off his flaws and the way he deals with them as another point of admiration. destind mc isn’t even like old school perma-optimistic voltage mcs either, she’s a little more prone to judgement so i wish she (and the writing) engaged a little more with takane’s flaws and accepting them rather than just jumping straight to YOU’RE MY HERO.

as a character i actually prefer him to araya but the fact that i was more convinced to love araya aka mr possessive liar himself is saying something about the story.

4. main story: genji higashiyama - in your arms tonight

i don’t have much to say in detail because it’s been like 6+ years since i played his route and frankly i don’t remember the details, but i just remember that he was kind of a jackass and i expected better. i love ex-boyfriend/hatsukoi love interests but just didn’t really like his route.

to quote from an old comment i once made:

“omg i thought genji had so much potential bc hot exboyf soccer player hellooooo but he was just such a jerk, he really p-ed me off :<”

“i kind of don’t like genji because he is a bit of a doucheypants and like really arrogant and a bit of a bully :/”

i remember the mc slapped him once after they made out which i don’t remember the context for but he probably deserved it. i was extra sad because i actually really liked him in soji’s route but he’s the team B guy in that one so......... thanks voltage. also he was a dick to everyone’s sweetheart aiba. i actually like him way more after his ms lol? conceptually i love him but his main story made me sad.

3. main story: satoru kamagiri - 10 days with my devil

i mean this one was bad but i’m weirdly fond of satoru? i have no issues with sadists and i kind of like him (after having read substories). but this route was weird and the pacing felt a bit off to me. basically i have no idea what made him fall in love with the mc?

because i guess he starts being nice to you when he has to nurse you when you get sick and he genuinely feels bad and cares about you but do you really expect me to believe he was already in love with you when he made a date with you but decided to go hang out with other women leaving you standing in the rain for 6 hours? nah fam.

i also don’t remember what the climax of the story even is because i’m still hung up on being left waiting for him in the rain for 6 hours while he goes other women so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

2. main story: seiji goto - my sweet bodyguard

i’ve talked a lot about the issues i have with this route (including a couple thousand words of review here) but i’ll just summarise. this is definitely another case of love the guy, don’t love the route. in the GREE version, you meet him from the first time at the beginning of his route and gradually learn about his past, but in the standalone app version, you basically get thrown into the route with no exposition, meaning that you have to already have prior knowledge of goto and his backstory. i had known about it so it wasn’t as confusing as it could have been, but you really just get tossed into the mix expecting to already know about kazuki (goto’s dead ex). plus he’s already nice to you from the start because you’ve known each other for a while so there’s less of the actual seeing his behaviour change bit (which is my favourite part of all main stories - in case you couldn’t tell because all of my criticisms about routes are about lack of proper relationship development). kazuki and goto’s relationship is basically the thing that underpins the entire narrative of the route which is why i find it an issue that you don’t get much insight into it going into the route blind.

it’s difficult to feel like goto and the mc are actually gradually getting closer in the route because it doesn’t feel like there’s one narrative line that’s building throughout the entire route as much as separate events, more or less. she just... looks after goto a lot? also basically goto is interested in you because you remind him of kazuki and when he starts to like you, it’s not actually very evident in his actions - you find this out because kurosawa basically tells you lmao.

i actually wanted to leave him and date subaru because honestly subaru in goto’s route especially reads like a much healthier relationship option, but then goto runs in and interrupts a date with subaru and drags you straight off to kazuki’s tombstone and then... it’s a happy ending? his confession feels like it comes out of nowhere because his behaviour towards you doesn’t explicitly change but you just have to believe he likes you now as he confesses in front of his ex-gf’s grave and tells her he’ll see her soon. come on bruv you can do better than this lol.

1. main story: shinobu narita - serendipity next door

this guy fucking sucks, dude. i can’t think of even one single redeeming quality he has. he’s the reason i stopped playing voltage games for like years and went on hiatus and more or less abandoned my blog until i discovered scm. i know there was a lot of controversy about whether or not he could be considered abusive and i threw that word around a lot back in the day when i liveblogged his route but DAMN at the very least he is just the WORST. the mc wakes up in his bed after getting wasted at a rooftop party and he convinces her that they had sex when she was drunk and then blackmails her into being his girlfriend by threatening to tell the entire apartment block that they slept together. he proceeds to snoop around in all her business, maliciously making fun of her and her work at every single chance he gets (he literally RIFLES THROUGH HER BAG to find her work and mock her about it) and then she looks at one document or picture of his and he gets all uppity about it because he’s a big ol hypocrite. basically he hates the mc because she’s so pure and he’s jaded because one time he confessed to someone and she ghosted him? so he deliberately acts nice to her sometimes so she’ll let her guard down and then follows it up with a common or action so malicious i wanted to choke him. all i’m saying is that there are a number of relationships that i never got closure on and it’s never made me want to blackmail a drunk person into dating me so i can mess them up emotionally ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

the thing is, i have played other guys who are a bag of suck at first and then get so much better because of character development. and this is what is totally lacking in shinobu’s route. the mc falls in love with him bc of stockholm syndrome... and basically bc omg he’s so sad and damaged and she wants to heal him i guess? it sucks. they literally have no bonding moments where they genuinely connect except for the times when he’s super mean and manipulative to her and and she’s like omg but he’s so saaaaaad uwu. throughout the route, there is absolutely no character development on shinobu’s part, he’s just the same sadistic bastard who enjoys seeing his mc being hurt the whole way through lol but SUDDENLY you guys are in love? but literally at the end the mc tries to escape from him by moving out and instead of letting her go because he’s the worst, he chases her moving truck down? also he’s weirdly possessive even by voltage standards.

btw this isn’t even just sadists not being my type - you know i adore kaga and eduardo and even people who take ages to warm up (cough shinonome). and you know i love men who tease and manipulate you a bit (because they’re doing it out of a d o r a t i o n not spite) . i also have no problem with outright assholes as long as we see them change, develop and genuinely fall in love. my biggest issue with this route is that i don’t think pity is the same thing as love, or that someone with his personality can get his happy ending without genuinely changing and redeeming himself in some way. i’m not a fan of romanticising guys who are mean to you because they’re so dAmAgEd and want to take it out on you. (the reason i love people like hue is because even though they’re riddled with grief and trauma, they’re mature enough to handle their emotions and you don’t need to fix them!!!) i genuinely think voltage bombed it with this route lol. it almost makes me want to go back and replay it just to see if it was really as bad as i remember but (1) i never transferred it to love 365 (2) it was on my old iphone and i use android now (3) i don’t want to spend money repurchasing a route that i’m 85% sure i’ll feel is a waste of money (4) i spent £2.49 on the route back in the day when voltage was cheaper and i don’t want to spend almost double that now lol.

also the last time i read his route i abandoned this blog and stopped playing all otome games for a really long time lmao so................................

#Anonymous #snow answers #takane momochi #destind: mr. almost right #dmar #genji higashiyama #in your arms tonight #iyat #satoru kamagiri #10 days with my devil #10dwmd #seiji goto #my sweet bodyguard #msb #shinobu narita #serendipity next door #snd #voltage inc

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ihavenoconsistentname · 4 years

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Ew another rant

Okay but like me taking a second to be real here for no reason and yeah I'm gonna get venty-ish on main buuut

I expected my little break to last for all of January and maybe a while after and I've been getting annoyed that I've been using social media stuffs a lil more than I was going to kind of but really I should just be glad because that means I'm being less depressed and shit like I should be (and am) glad that I'm not still wanting to k*ll m*s*lf every night like I have the past few weeks over tiny bullshit that I made a big deal internally yknow overreacting a bunch

So idk I'm obviously letting myself be more active but for a while I think while I'm still gonna throw around some small babbles about my day and other things because I just have an urge to do that—I'm mostly gonna try and focus on like yknow real life stuff like I've got Skills coming up in February and I have to do more work for that

I'm still going to do some stuff and will be all active and annoying again soon but for a while I'm still not going to go back to like,, TRYING to be active like making art instead of doing the same bored doodles in class repeatedly and I guess the bigger thing would be I'm going to still not really talk to anyone

I feel really bad for the way I'll fucking act when I'm in periods of high emotion because that negativity is so amplified then later it's like ugh why did I say things or do things. That's resulted in me actually trying to fucking push my friends away from me and distance myself because I was so convinced on how shitty a person I am. Like I would do anything in my power not to think about someone I even set a God damn reminder on my phone to tell me every day that the person doesn't care or some shit which is pretty stupid because that's a dick move. And they did nothing wrong so really I was just being dumb. So to my friends who I've literally been doing my best to avoid even thinking of, I'm sorry. I don't know how any of you would see it, but I see it as mean and unecessary for me to do that. Sure I was upset but that doesn't give me an excuse to push everyone away from me :T and I'm especially sorry to @kool-aidd because I don't know if I was being straight up mean at all but I know my bs hurt your feelings and I don't need to do that shit to my best friend. (I'm also still not excusing myself from the first thing you mentioned to me.)

Basically I'm still going to y'know like I said not really talk to anyone for a bit because go figure I'm still mad at myself for pulling a dick move so if any of you like try to talk to me I'm sorry if it seems like I'm ignoring the hell out of you. I just don't want to pop the hell up out of nowhere and act like I wasn't avoiding communication with people. Like I should at least fucking say something about it first I guess.

So yeah ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ no one asked to hear me rant about stupid shit but no one asked for my existence either so whatever

Again to my friends I'm sorry I'm being a dumbass mess again and I'm sorry for ranting for the millionth time but at least this time it's not me yelling about something that no one should have to tell people because it's literally just called being a decent human being but that's beside the point

#long post #ish #whatever #uuuhhh tags fuck tags #whatever ARGH

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ridiculousn3sswrites · 5 years

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Summer Session

*Loki x Reader

*Summary: Hanging out after one of their summer classes and talking about after college leads to an admission from Loki.

*Warnings: Swearing. Let me know if I missed anything.

*A/N: It’s been a long time since I’ve written for Loki but I just wanted to so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. Also I have a lot of outfits saved as references so I’m gonna start using those in stories like I’ve done every once in a while.

Outfit

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As you sat dying in the lecture hall without air conditioning, you asked yourself for the millionth time why you decided to take courses over the summer. It took everything in you not to start fanning yourself and actually pay attention to the professor. The class was only an hour long, but it met three times a week in the same lecture hall that might as well have been a furnace with how hot it was. Your eyes were watching the professor, but your mind had wandered to dropping the class just so you wouldn’t have to be there.

You were pulled from your little daydream by the person next to you nudging you with their pencil. You turned to glare, even though you knew they were only trying to prevent you from falling behind. Sitting next to you was Loki, a guy you’d met in your first semester of college. The two of you never failed to have at least one class together in the few years you’d known each other, so you’d grown pretty close. “What’s wrong?” Loki muttered, trying not to gain the attention of your professor.

“It’s so fucking hot in here, I can’t focus. Would it be bad if I just dropped the class so I can stay at home?”

“Yes, then I’d have to take the class alone,” Loki told you. You just rolled your eyes; he was obviously messing with you now. “We only have twenty minutes left, suck it up.”

“I’m going to kill you,” you said, not quite knowing if you were joking or not. The heat really did that to you, and it was really amplified in the stuffy lecture hall. You really couldn’t get over how much you hated this one lecture hall in particular.

The twenty minutes seemed to drag by, and you nearly cried out in joy the second the professor dismissed you. As soon as you and Loki walked out of the room, you could feel the difference in temperature. It wasn’t much, but it was enough. “So, are we going to head to the library? We should probably study for the midterm,” Loki said, looking at the calendar on his phone.

“Yeah, we’ll do that in a bit. I just really wanna get ice cream before I completely die from the heat,” you told him. Loki nodded, so you led the way through campus and into the city. Since Loki first showed you this ice cream place freshman year, it had become a habit to go once it started heating up. With both of you being broke college kids, a single scoop for less than two dollars was the best thing that could happen for you in the summer.

The entire walk to the ice cream shop consisted of you complaining about the lack of air conditioning in the lecture hall, with Loki just smiling at your antics. It didn’t take long to get there, and it was early enough that there weren’t as many people in the shop as normal. The two of you left the shop, cones in hand, with nowhere to be for a few hours at least. Well, that was if Loki didn’t actually insist on going to the library to study.

The two of you found a shaded spot on one of the campus’s lawns, looking out across the empty field surrounded by libraries. “You know, this is the quietest I’ve ever seen campus,” you said, taking a lick of your ice cream.

“It always is during summer. You’d see it more often if you stayed during breaks.”

“Shut up, you know I like going home, I just can’t go home for too long or else I get bored. But now I have the apartment with Natasha and Wanda so I can actually stay for my last couple summers here, maybe after if I decide to stay in the city.”

“You might not stay?”

You shook your head, looking out towards the field as you took another lick of your ice cream and thinking over your next sentence. You hadn’t told any of your school friends that you might not stay in the city, especially since most of them were planning to stay. You liked the city, but you didn’t know if you wanted to stay here for the foreseeable future. “I dunno. I don’t wanna go back home, but I might go to a city near there. I don’t know yet.”

“Isn’t there anything here that you’d miss?”

“I mean, yeah, I’ll miss my friends and stuff. But if I’m being honest, I don’t think anyone’d really miss me if I left. Plus, there’s things like FaceTime and stuff to make calling more personal or whatever.” You shrugged, thinking it was the end of the conversation. Sure, you and Loki had a tendency to just end up in deep conversations without meaning to, but this was the first time you’d gotten a bit cynical about your future.

“I’d miss you. After we graduate, I won’t really have an excuse to see you so often, especially if you don’t live here anymore,” he admitted.

“What, you’re saying you’re not gonna call after I leave?” You tried to lighten the mood. It was too nice of a day to get depressed about the future, even if the morning had started out pretty terrible. Loki stayed quiet, looking at his ice cream as it dripped onto the grass. You silently ate your own ice cream, waiting for Loki to say something. You weren’t going to force him to speak, especially if you’d just put him in an awkward situation.

The two of you sat there in silence, the only sounds coming from the campus around you. After a few minutes, Loki finally spoke. “Of course I’ll call.”

“Then why’s it matter if I leave after graduation?”

“I like spending time with you, and I can’t do that if you leave. I like talking to you in person, that way I can see all of your little reactions. I just… I really like you, (y/n). I’ve liked you since we had that first study group together,” Loki admitted, spilling his heart out to you. You froze, not knowing how to respond. You weren’t exactly the best when it came to feelings, especially when you weren’t expecting anything like that to happen.

“Loki, I-”

“You know what? I’m sorry, I shouldn’t’ve said anything. I should go,” Loki said, taking your hesitance for rejection. He stood, somehow managing to still have a solid grip on his ice cream as he did so. Before you could even fully register what was going on, he had already started walking away.

“Loki, wait!” You tried calling to him, but he only walked faster. You watched as he threw his ice cream away before disappearing from sight. You looked down at your own cone, the melting sweet in your hand making you feel ill. You didn’t know what to do anymore, so you did the only thing that came to mind: going home.

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“Alright, what’s wrong?” Nat asked, standing in front of where you were laying on the sofa. A couple hours had passed since your last interaction with Loki, and you spent those hours just laying down, staring blankly at the television in front of you.

“Nothing,” you mumbled, shoving your face into a pillow.

“Bullshit. You hate that class but you never come back like this.”

“Nat, it’s nothing. Really,” you tried insisting. You felt the cushion dip as Natasha sat on the couch beside you. Nat wasn’t going to let this go until you told her what happened, and you both knew it. “Alright, fine. After class, Loki and I went to get ice cream before studying and he ended up telling me he likes me.”

“And that’s a bad thing?” Nat questioned. “(Y/n), you’ve liked him since freshman year, what’s the issue?”

“I don’t know! I kinda just froze up and now he thinks I don’t like him like that even though I do!”

“Then go tell him that! Literally all you have to do is go over to his place and clear things up. I’d go before it gets too late, though. I don’t like the idea of you walking alone in the dark.”

“It’s not that easy.”

“And why isn’t it?”

You didn’t have an answer, because it really could be that easy. The only real issue was seeing if Loki was actually at his place, and that could be solved by sending a quick text. You looked over at Natasha, who had a little knowing smile on her face. She had you there, and now you were basically forced to face up to your feelings. “Why are you so smug about this?” You whined.

“Because I’m happy for you! I had to listen to you talk about Loki for so long and now you guys will actually be a thing,” Nastaha replied.

“There’s no guarantee we’ll be a thing, though.”

“Now you’re just trying to talk yourself out of telling him. He told you he likes you, you like him, there’s really nothing to lose if you tell him. All the cards are in your favor right now and if you don’t tell him, then I’m gonna kick you out of the apartment until you do.”

“What? You can’t do that, I pay rent here too,” you argued. Natasha just raised a brow as she looked at you, and you questioned if she would actually do it. You wouldn’t put it past her, so you sat up and began putting on your shoes before she could act on her threat.

“Well, my work here is done,” Natasha said, standing up and stretching.

“Where are you going?”

“Clint’s. It looks like he owes me money.”

“You guys were betting on this?”

“Yup. He thought it would take until graduation,” Nat told you. “I said it would be before senior year.”

“You’re the worst,” you said. Nat just laughed as she left the apartment, letting you have a moment to back out. You could just go to your room and take a nap before studying, but you’d never hear the end of it from Nat if you did. After a few minutes, you found your resolve and sent Loki a text asking if he was home. Loki responded almost immediately, letting you know he was. With that, your mind was made up and you made your way to Loki’s place.

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You didn’t live too far from Loki, a fifteen minute walk tops. It wasn’t enough time to actually figure out what you wanted to say, but how hard could it be? All you had to do was tell Loki that you liked him too. You couldn’t help but still worry about how things would turn out. The entire reason you never did anything about your crush was because you didn’t want to not only lose a friend, but also potentially break up your friend group if anything happened. And if everything went south, then you had your backpack so you could just spend the night studying in the library.

When you got to Loki’s place, he was sitting on the stoop, waiting for you. He looked up as soon as he heard your footsteps, looking like a child waiting to be scolded. “(Y/n), I’m so sorry,” Loki said as you walked up. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable or anything, and I understand if you would rather we didn’t talk anymore. I would rather be your friend than nothing, though, and I really am sorry-”

“Loki!” You cut him off before he could ramble more. He looked up at you, brows slightly knitted as he waited for you to continue. “You don’t have to be sorry, you didn’t make me uncomfortable, and I really gotta tell you something.”

“What?” Loki asked, concern evident in his voice. You could tell that you were just making it worse the longer you dragged it on, so you needed to just say it.

“I’ve liked you for a while now. I was just… shocked to find out that you liked me too,” you explained. “It’s not that I don’t like you or anything, it’s like the opposite actually. So yeah.”

You could tell you were rambling at this point so you cut yourself off, just waiting for Loki to say something. This entire thing was nerve wracking, even though you knew he liked you too. It seemed to take a few seconds for Loki to actually process what you just said, but those few seconds felt like an eternity. You could tell when your words hit him by the small smile and look of disbelief he gave you. “Really?”

“Yeah, really,” you told him. “So, what now?”

“I don’t know, I didn’t think I’d get this far.” You couldn’t help but smile at the reference. “Well, would you like to come in? Thor’s out for the night, so maybe we can study for a bit then watch a movie and order some food if you’d like.”

“Yeah, that’d be nice.” Loki stood from where he was sat, motioning for you to follow him up the steps to the front door.

“Just so you know, this doesn’t count as a date. I’m going to take you on a proper date once the summer session ends,” Loki told you as he opened the door for you. “I would do it sooner but we’re both suffering in the class right now.”

“Trust me, I don’t mind waiting,” you replied, following Loki into his place. You’d already waited two years, what was a few more weeks?

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johndykeon · 5 years

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we inhale, exhale, and reset

my contribution to maycury week! i combined two of the prompts, “sleepy morning sex” and “i’m going to marry you someday” and this happened so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ thank you @freddie-mercurial for setting up this whole prompt week, this was super fun!

When Brian finally wakes in the hazy mid-morning light of the room, it’s slowly and easily.

For the first time in god knows how many months he doesn’t have anywhere to be— he’s not late for any soundchecks, he’s not holding up the tour bus— and so he takes his time, lets his eyes drift open naturally and gives his sleep-heavy limbs time to get used to being awake before he even begins to entertain the idea of moving.

He’s in his own bed— finally— after endless months of cramped tour bus bunks and fancy hotel rooms that, while nice (and unquestionably better than the shoddy Holiday Inns they’d stayed in during their early years) always leave a bit of a sour taste in Brian’s mouth. He’s finally home and he has nowhere at all to be— no plans, no commitments— nothing even remotely important to think about except for Freddie, warm and wrapped in his arms, clinging to him, breathing softly as he sleeps. A sleepy sort of smile tugs at the corners of Brian’s lips and he holds Freddie a little closer, squeezes a little tighter, presses a kiss to the top of his head, chaste.

It’s barely a minute later that Freddie begins to stir, groaning softly as he slowly cracks his eyes open, blinking a few times. He’s small and sleepy in Brian’s arms and he smiles when he sees Brian, hums happily and clings a little closer.

“Morning,” he mumbles, barely coherent — barely awake— and Brian smiles, lets Freddie lean up to kiss him lazily. It’s chaste and quick, but when Brian pulls back he doesn’t get very far before Freddie is pulling him in again, kissing him deeper, a little more insistent, no less slow or sleepy. Brian finds his hand coming up to cup Freddie’s neck without even thinking, his thumb rubbing over Freddie’s jaw as Brian angles him back just slightly, kisses him deeper. Freddie opens his mouth for Brian before he even has to ask, lets Brian lick into his mouth, lets himself be kissed.

Their morning breath doesn’t make it great but it doesn’t matter to Brian— not with Freddie here, in his arms, warm and pliant against him with an arm thrown over his waist, kissing him so sweetly, smiling against his lips. He feels small and delicate in Brian’s arms, soft and relaxed, and when Brian shifts closer, thigh brushing Freddie’s obvious morning wood, Freddie keens, rocks forward and chases the friction against his cock. Brian hums into his mouth, hand slipping down to wrap loosely around Freddie’s dick, stroking him lazily.

Freddie moans, a high, breathy sort of thing, hips pressing into Brian’s hand. “Bri…” he sighs.

“You want it?” Brian murmurs, thumbing slowly over the head of Freddie’s cock, his limbs still heavy with the pull of sleep.

Freddie draws in a shaky breath. “Yes,” he nods.

Brian rewards him another quick kiss. “Turn over,” he says softly, before he’s turning to reach into the bedside locker for the lube. When he rolls back over Freddie is curled onto his side, back to him, dark hair messy against the pillow. Something aches in Brian’s chest as he slicks his fingers, slotting himself behind Freddie and pressing his lips to his shoulder blade. He rubs a finger slowly against Freddie’s hole, teasing, and Freddie sighs, pushing his hips back against Brian’s hand.

“Ready?”

“Mmm.”

Brian pushes the first finger in slowly. Freddie is still a little loose from the previous night, and after a moment Brian adds a second, twists them both gently. Freddie moans, breathy, arches back against him.

Brian is in no rush and he opens him up slowly, curling his fingers gently until Freddie is gasping for it. He buries his nose in Freddie’s hair and breathes him in, presses his lips to the warm skin of his neck. Freddie is sleepy and relaxed against him, taking it with soft sighs as Brian searches out his sweet spot, makes him whimper.

“I’m ready,” Freddie whispers, voice still hoarse from sleep, and Brian nods, pulls out his fingers and slicks up his cock. He presses against Freddie’s hole, doesn’t quite push inside, and Freddie groans quietly and pushes his hips back. “Don’t tease.”

Brian curls an arm over Freddie’s waist,presses his hand flat to Freddie’s stomach and starts to push in, slowly. After a moment Freddie sucks in a sharp breath, his eyes closing suddenly and his hand coming to grip Brian’s forearm tightly. Brian stills his hips, whispers praise into Freddie’s ear and sucks kisses to the warmth of his throat until Freddie turns his head up, lets Brian catch his lips instead. It’s slow and indulgent and Brian kisses him until he feels Freddie relax against him again, until Freddie’s hips begin to rock back against him, and then he presses in further.

Freddie is hot and tight like a vice around him and when Brian bottoms out he groans into Freddie’s neck— a low, filthy sound. He’s weighed down still by the pull of sleep and for a moment he’s not sure he wants to even entertain the idea of moving, thinks he’d rather stay in this tight heat as long as he possibly can, but when Freddie whines, needy, rocks back against him, Brian slowly pulls out, fucks back in shallowly.

“Yes,” Freddie breathes.

They find a slow, lazy pace, only really rocking together, and after a moment Freddie lays his hand over Brian’s on his stomach, clumsily links their fingers together and squeezes. The room feels almost too warm with the mid-morning sun spilling in through the open window, but when Freddie leans up, kisses him again, it doesn’t seem all that important.

The angle is awkward but Freddie is sleepy and plaint against him, lips soft as anything, whining quietly into his mouth every time Brian rocks into him. His stomach rises and falls more quickly under Brian’s hand as he breathes a little deeper.

It’s all so drawn out, so indulgent, and Brian feels like he’s sinking in this hazy sort of pleasure; sinking in Freddie, warm and sticky against him in the heat of the room, whimpering as they move together. When Brian buries his nose Freddie’s neck he smells like something sweet and light and so very Freddie that it makes Brian’s heart swell in his chest. Freddie’s hair tickles his forehead and Brian presses his lips to the salty skin high up on Freddie’s throat, kisses and sucks and makes him moan, thin and filthy.

Brian’s not sure how long they stay like that, hands linked together tightly, Brian rocking into Freddie so slowly, like he has all the time in the world. Maybe he does, he thinks.

Slowly, the pleasure builds at the base of Brian’s cock and he feels like maybe years have passed since he first pushed into Freddie’s tight heat and now he feels a little he’s drowning in it, thinks that even if he was he wouldn’t be able to bring himself to care. The pleasure builds to an easy sort of tingle, spreads through his whole body, and Brian moans into Freddie’s neck, breathy. He finally lets Freddie’s hand go, curls his fingers around Freddie’s cock instead, makes his back arch and his hips push back into Brian’s as he cries out. Brian strokes him slowly, flicks his wrist and coaxes a soft moan from the back of Freddie’s throat.

“Close?” he whispers.

Freddie nods, eyes shut, lips parted. “Don’t stop,” he breathes. He’s straining in Brian’s fist, cock heavy and leaking, and Brian swipes his thumb over the head.

“Feels so good Fred,” Brian murmurs. “So perfect. Love you so much.”

In response, Freddie turns his head, reaches up to pull Brian down into a kiss.

The pleasure builds slowly, sweet and divine, until it crests, washes over them both and leaves them boneless, their limbs somehow heavier than before, chests rising and falling as they catch their breath. Sleep pulls at Brian once more but he shakes it off, just for long enough to wet a washcloth, clean them both up, before he’s falling back into bed beside Freddie.

He thinks for a moment that Freddie might be asleep again, but before the thought is even fully-formed in Brian’s head Freddie is turning to face him, smiling warm and sleepy, blissed out, bringing a hand up to hold Brian’s jaw and kiss him long and soft. Brian can feel him smiling against his lips. Freddie hums when he pulls away, eyes bright.

He curls into Brian then, tangles their legs together under the sheets and throws his arm around Brian’s waist, cuddles into him so that his head is resting against Brian’s chest. Brian can’t remember the last time he felt this content, this whole, and he brings a hand up to run his fingers through Freddie’s hair, so gently.

“Bri?” Freddie asks after a moment.

Brian hums, questioning.

“I’m gonna marry you someday.”

It’s not the first time they’ve talked about it— not even the first time Freddie has brought it up in times like this, when they’re curled into each other under the sheets, sleepy and blissed out. Still, Brian’s heart swells so much it actually hurts. He grins.

“Yeah?” he says.

Freddie nods against his chest, smiling. “Yeah.” he says softly. “We’ll have the most beautiful wedding, Brimi.”

Something aches inside Brian and he presses a kiss to the top of Freddie’s head. “Tell me about it,” he whispers.

Freddie grins so wide Brian can actually feel it against his chest.

“We’ll have a small ceremony, I think,” Freddie muses. “I know you don’t want a crowd— our families, the boys, close friends, you know.”

Brian nods. “What’ll we wear?”

“Not black,” Freddie says immediately, wrinkles his nose. “Much too common, don’t you think?”

Brian hums in agreement, strokes his fingers through Freddie’s hair.

Freddie thinks for a moment, and then suddenly he’s giggling into Brian’s chest. “Maybe I’ll wear the popcorn shorts,” he says, voice teasing, and Brian can’t hold back his own surprised laugh.

“Shut up Freddie.”

#i know this is a little late but tbh i was in a hurricane so i feel like i should get a pass on that one #also i made a funky little moodboard for this one isn't it cute!!#tbh it was actually super fun writing for this pairing i had a good time #maycury #maycury week #frian #my post #my fics

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keichanz · 5 years

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Oscurità, amore mio - I

I have absolutely no goddamn clue just what the hell I’m doing with this AU but i’m having way too much fun to stop.

inspired by a book series i’m reading and it’s hilarious and i just kept thinking “what if” and then well suddenly this ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ sorrynotsorry

A fair warning: This story is not going to have an actual plot. It’s going to be all over the place. The parts/chapters will be random scenes of whatever my brain decides to concoct, although most of them will most likely be Inukag interactions, rating from K all the way to M. They will probably also be very sporadic. There will be violence, blood (nothing hardcore), sex, and other scandalous/nefarious things. If you’d like me to rate each chapter at the beginning so you know what to expect, lemme know.

Big thanks go out to @sssuperbartola and @sesshsbae for agreeing to be my Italian customs/facts and translator sources lol. A lot of this story will take place in Italy becasue I wanted a change of scenery and they are my Italian queens <3 thanks guys, I appreciate it so much! Irene I know you were looking forward to this, so I hope you enjoy! ^_^

Note: There has been a title change! Previously known as Dalle Ceneri, Oscurità, amore mio means “Darkness, my love” in Italian.

Read on AO3.

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The only reason why he’d noticed her at all was because out of all of the humans packed like vile smelling sardines into this sorry excuse of an establishment, grinding, swapping spit and outright fucking on the dance floor, her thoughts were definitely not normal considering the type of place this was. Because while everyone else was thinking about sex and booze and getting their next fix…

Hers was of the more musical variety detailing a certain violet creature from the 1950’s that had a penchant for eating people.

As soon as the infuriatingly annoying lyrics crashed through his frontal lobe and demanded his admittedly reluctant undivided attention – because the feminine voice in his head was very loud and damned near drowned out every other voice – he’d nearly spit out his drink trying to withhold the abrupt and completely untoward laugh that bubbled up in his throat. Which was very fortunate, because he’d paid six euros for a single glass of whiskey. He’d rather not waste his money spitting it all over the place.

He’d recovered quickly, however, and against his better judgment, he’d honed in on that feminine voice still mentally belting out those annoying lyrics, and as he focused solely on that particular thought trail – or in this case, song – everything else faded into the background in a dull roar that was easily ignored. The lyrics became crisp and clear in his head, as if they were being said directly into his ear, and with his concentration locked onto his target, finding the source was only the simple matter of slackening his hold, for lack of a better term, on the thought and allowing it to more or less drag his gaze back from whence it originated. He likened the unique sensation to riding along the invisible current in the thought’s wake, so to speak, although it would be harder to explain to someone who was not privy to mind reading as he was.

...one-eyed, one-horned, flyin’ purple people eater. Sure looks strange to me. Well he came down to earth and he lit in a tree...

And in this case the source just happened to be a black-haired bombshell sitting at the other end of the L shaped bar counter, wearing a skin-tight black leather top and skirt that had certain areas on his body tightening coupled with sexy as hell thigh-high boots. However if he had to choose the most starling thing about her, it wouldn’t be her choice in attire, her questionable taste in music, or even the hint of black lace he could see peeking out just barely from under the waistband that clingy leather skirt.

It would be the fact at how utterly and completely bored she looked. With her legs crossed at the knee and her elbow propped on the counter with her chin resting in her hand, her expression was one of blank indifference as she stared sightlessly at the air in front of her, one of her booted feet swinging idly along to the tune in her head.

It was a one-eyed, one-horned—hm?

There was no glass in front of her, suggesting she hadn’t ordered a drink, or if she had she’d declined a refill and already paid her tab. Curious despite himself, he probed a little deeper, sifting through surface thoughts overlaid with the general impatience of waiting, and that should have alarmed him but as distracted as he was, he failed to notice the annoying lyrics had stopped and a pleased smile had surfaced on full, kissable lips.

Oh, there you are.

Inuyasha balked at the thought and frowned. That was...quite random—

I was wondering when you’d finally show yourself. I’ve been singing that atrocious song for an hour now. I nearly put myself into a coma.

Or perhaps not so random. What?

Well, I had to get your attention somehow, she thought and it belatedly occurred to him that she was speaking to him. Which meant she was aware of his presence in her mind. Shit. I figured singing the most obnoxious song known to man in a place where the norm would usually consist of sex and alcohol would be like homing beacon. Her smile turned sly. Glad to see I was right.

Inuyasha gaped at her. The little wench had played him.

Fuck. Why the hell did that turn him on. What the fuck.

Quickly regathering his wits about him and turning his head so she didn’t catch him gawking at her – this new development required a sense of caution now – Inuyasha schooled his expression and lifted his glass to his lips.

Well, well. This is certainly a surprise, but not an unwelcome one, I must say. Didn’t expect to find another MR all the way out here in this dingy little pub. He tipped his glass back and slanted a glance at the dark-haired woman. She was smiling and looked downright delighted.

Actually, she said and out of his peripheral he watched her swivel around in her stool, dark eyes peering out over the other patrons and he knew she was looking for him. I’m not a mind reader.

He frowned. Then how—

It’s more like…reading an individual’s emotions rather than thoughts, she interrupted and from the look of concentration on her face, she was trying to pinpoint his location using the emotions she could sense from him. Difficult, but not impossible, as evidenced when he saw her look over in his direction, however her eyes passed over where he sat.

Inuyasha kept a neutral face as he pondered her words, and though it was appealing to give a hint as to who she was speaking with, he found himself wanting to draw this out even longer, reluctant to end the exchange so quickly. He lifted his half-empty glass, stared at the amber liquid, and then out of nowhere realization dawned.

If you’re thinking the word ‘empath,’ she said, most likely picking up on the enlightenment that replaced muddled confusion, then you would be correct.

She sounded pleased and Inuyasha tried very hard to mask the surprise that rode on the coattails of that clarification. Empaths were rare, more so than even mind readers, and Inuyasha considered himself fortunate to have run into one here of all places.

Which most likely meant that she was here for a very specific reason because you didn’t just accidentally run into an empath. That was not how it worked. They were rare for a reason; they did not like to be found, and were experts and concealing their presence. So to have this woman openly admit that they were an empath could mean one of two things.

One, she was heavily protected, or two, she was looking for someone.

A minute later after shamelessly rooting around in her thoughts he knew which one it was, and it was a challenge to keep his initial reaction contained, a mix of bewilderment, suspicion, and delight. It was a strange reaction to be sure, and it didn’t exactly bode well for him, but he didn’t care. The situation had just significantly increased in the benefits factor for him, and he wasn’t about to let this opportunity pass him by. And besides…

Inuyasha always liked a challenge.

Intrigued, and not bothering to hide his curious amusement, Inuyasha remained blank faced as her eyes skimmed over him again, no doubt trying to match up the emotions she was sensing to a person’s expressions and movements. So far she wasn’t having any luck and he fought a smirk when he heard an annoyed huff over the dull roar of the pub. What, did she think he was going to make it easy for her?

She suddenly brightened and once again, Inuyasha had to resist the urge to shake his head in amazement. Did she even realize how obvious she was being?

And now you’re wondering why I would out myself like this, she accurately guessed and he had to applaud her. She was very good at what she did which told him she had a lot of experience under her belt. Damn, this just kept getting better.

He wasn’t worried, though. Despite what she was thinking, he wasn’t who she was looking for. He was confident in this because there was one particular reason why he was set apart from other mind readers, a singular advantage he possessed that would become glaringly obvious the second she identified him. It sort of made him disappointed because it would have been a lot more fun if he had been her target.

Well, fun for him, anyway. He couldn’t say the same for her and he lifted the half-empty glass to his lips to hide his grin.

The dark-haired woman laughed and the pleasant sound had his ears involuntarily flicking toward her from beneath his black ballcap. I’d love to tell you, she began and Inuyasha sensed a but. But I think that’s the kind of conversation that should be spoken face to face, don’t you think?

Hah. Nailed it.

So, why don’t you tell me who you are, and we can have a nice long heart to heart outside where we’ll have some…peace and quiet. Whaddaya say? What she did next cemented his idle suspicions that she knew he was watching her despite not knowing where he was; she swung around in her seat and thrust out her chest, fingertips drawing a tantalizing path over her collarbones, across her breasts, then further down her trim figure over a flat, toned stomach.

He couldn’t help it; momentarily forgetting himself he growled but then quickly whipped his head around before she could catch his very appreciative gaze. Damn, he had to hand it to her; she knew exactly what she was doing and if he wasn’t careful he was going to give himself away before he was ready. It was bad enough that she could probably feel his lust for her, and a quick glimpse into her mind revealed she had and was feeling quite proud of herself.

Fuck. He had to do something. He had to give himself an advantage again, up the ante somehow because if he didn’t she’d realize who – and what – he was, ending this little game of theirs, and he didn’t want that, at least not yet. But dammit, she was getting closer to finding—

Inuyasha suddenly stopped, and then wanted to kick himself for being so stupid. Duh, you idiot, he scolded himself, rolling his eyes and then in the next instant, when her eyes were averted for a split second, he vanished.

Kagome scanned the seats at the other end of the L shaped bar again, paused, and then slowly backtracked. Her eyes landed on an empty seat that she could have sworn had been occupied not even five seconds earlier. She tried to remember what he looked like, because the tall, muscular figure that came to mind could only belong to a man, and the more she thought about it, the more she could recall who had sat in the now vacant seat. She hadn’t seen his face, but the thick arm muscles and broad back encased in a black t-shirt had definitely warranted her appreciative attention, and coupled with the short, shaggy silver hair, the attraction had been almost instantaneous and just imaging what all that glorious muscle looked like naked had her body tingling in interesting places.

It was too bad she was on the job, otherwise she probably would have put her seduction skills to good use, but it was just as well he was gone now. Her boss would consider him a distraction, and she could remember quite vividly what had happened the last time she’d allowed herself to become distracted.

She would rather not have a repeat performance of that particular moment in time, thankyouverymuch.

Shaking her head, Kagome huffed and continued her search. Well? she prodded after his emotional grid had been silent for several minutes. She trailed a finger down the slender column of her neck, meant to entice her target as a provocative smile curled her lips. Come to me and we can—

A hand, much larger than her own and tipped with deadly looking claws circled the back of her throat and Kagome’s thoughts came to a screeching halt, her eyes going wide as a gasp whispered past her lips. She tensed, waiting for the inevitable crushing of her windpipe, cursing herself because there was only one person who that hand could possibly belong to.

“Tell me, mia piccola fenice,” a male voice growled in her ear and Kagome shivered as hot breath washed over her neck even as her eyes went wide at his chosen nickname. “How did you know? I find I’m rather curious.” He was so close his chest against her back and she hated herself for wondering how it would feel to have him pressed flush against her. He chuckled and her face flamed.

Get out, asshole. “Know?” she said aloud, feigning ignorance, though she should have known better.

He tsked. “Don’t play coy,” he rumbled and gave a subtle flex of his fingers around her throat, however he didn’t squeeze. “I’m giving you the rare chance to tell me instead of just finding out the easy way. Don’t make me regret that decision.” Talons dragged across her flesh and Kagome bit her lip to stifle any traitorous sounds from escaping.

Deciding not to look a gift horse in the mouth since it would be entirely foolish if she refused, Kagome slowly relaxed once she realized he wasn’t going to squeeze her throat and took a deep breath in an attempt to calm her racing heart, although his breath on her neck was very distracting—

He chuckled again and Kagome mentally screamed, as much as in frustration as to force him out of her private thoughts. Goddammit!

Clearing her throat, her face red as she glared mulishly ahead of her, Kagome tried very hard to ignore the warmth of his hand as she gathered her thoughts. How did one explain what came naturally to them?

“Normal humans are very easy to read,” she began, her voice soft in case of eavesdroppers. “Their emotional grids are very loud and open, unguarded without fear of manipulation because our existence are just myths to them, stories to tell late at night, or whatever. Why should they feel the need to protect themselves against a mental assault, right? It doesn’t take much for me to get a lock on and, well...” She shrugged and he grunted in understanding. “So when I enter a place like a bar, the typical feelings I expect are lust, joy, and a general sense of carelessness.”

Inuyasha considered that and nodded; that’s basically what his nose told him as well so it made sense. It didn’t answer his question, though, so he gestured for her to go on with a wave of his hand.

Impatient, she inwardly snorted and he smirked, but let it go. She sighed, and she sounded a bit piqued as she continued, “You guys, on the other hand, are similar but have one notable difference. Your grids are more subdued. Um...muted, so to speak. You’re privy to the existence of humans such as myself, or even other creatures seeking to destroy, so therefore it’s an unconscious habit for you to mentally guard yourself against anything that might manage to sneak past your defenses, thus your emotions aren’t as loud or open. It’s like...” She paused, wrinkling her nose as she tried to come up with an accurate description. “It’s like your grid is masked, or concealed behind a mesh wall. I can feel them to an extent as little wisps escape through the holes, but unless I’m focused solely on you, I’m unable to get an accurate read.”

Inuyasha absorbed all of that with a contemplative frown, turning her words over in his head, and he didn’t truly understand what she meant until she finished with, not without an eye roll, “So in other words, your presence is an annoying smudge on my otherwise crystal clear and perfect landscape of emotions and it’s instinct to investigate it until I find the source. Happy now, Dracula?”

Inuyasha snorted and couldn’t help but retort back with, “You know Dracula’s not the original name.”

“You’re all the same to me,” was her snappish reply and, goddamn, he loved her sass. When was the last time he’d enjoyed a woman’s company so much when he wasn’t fucking her against the nearest hard surface?

“Yeah, see,” he drawled and something in his voice had Kagome’s brow puckering in puzzlement. “About that. We actually ain’t all the same.”

“What do you mean?”

“For starters,” he said, his tone blasé, “my diet doesn’t include a weekly dose of O positive.”

Completely confused now, because every vampire required blood at least once a week to survive, Kagome jerked herself out of his hold and he let her, his hand falling away. She took a few steps before whirring around to face him, expecting soulless black eyes, a pale complexion, and mouth spread into a lethal fang-bearing grin.

She hit one out of three and though it should have made her feel marginally better, the look he was giving her suggested she was still very much in danger.

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*Mia piccola fenice - my little phoenix

I | II | III

#Oscurità amore mio #part 1 #inuyasha #kagome #inukag #keizfanfiction #fanfiction #supernatural au #i am going to regret this but #tool late now #IT'S GONNA BE ONE HELLUVA RIDE KIDDOS #HANG ON AND HERE WE GOOOOOOOO #part 2 is in the works!#buwahahahaah

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heartbxnd-blog · 5 years

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@mercenaryrocket has sent: 4. What are some things you are tired of seeing in the RPing community? / 11. Have you ever received anon hate?

Lets get some NaCl-y on Munday a Thursday night! [Not Accepting]

Read more bc of the length!

4. What are some things you are tired of seeing in the RPing community?

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// Oh boy okay so...

Senselless violence bc PsYcHo UWU EdGyNeSS my muse likes to hurt others bc uwu: IDK man, I am not saying violence is the problem here- violence if used correctly can be a nice compliment to a muse. However, I am so tired of muses just taking these actions- out of nowhere- man it is difficult to explain it. But to me personally- these extra edgy all about that violence muses, don’t quite fit in well with the pokemon setting??? AGAIN I am not saying that violence is the problem here- just look at my Lance (which I SERIOUSLY hope this isn’t what people get while reading my take on him), but I feel like I would appreciate more if violence actually complimented the character- instead of it being like ‘Look at my muse attacking other ppl bc uwu’ to me it just makes them look flat and childish.

OH YES UH- full grown adult muses, behaving and acting just like children: ??? Yeah it- it doesn’t sit well....

I’m tired of people failing to understand that muse and mun are two complete different things: I HOPE THAT EVERYONE WHO FOLLOWS ME, IS WELL AWARE THAT I AM NOT MORTY/LANCE/ETC. this is why I really try to distance myself as much as possible from muses I rp, I don’t want to self insert into them.

It is 2019, why do people still think that muses difficult to ship with = THE MOST DEVELOPPED AND WELL WRITTEN CHARACTER IN THE COMMUNITY: Calm down dude, chill- take ur coolaid juice fam. Full kudos and my love as well as support for muns who aren’t keen on it, who don’t want that- etc. But don’t come shitting on my fun, for thinking that somehow my muse lacks development because I like to ship my muses with other people’s??? What kind of assinide logic is this???

‘u CaN’t PiCk tHaT fC fOr Ur MuSe BC...’: Dude it is a fictional character... That’s their blog....Being made for Rp fun, ain’t nobody got time to appease to your wepwesentation campaign(tm). I guess you can fucking arrest me then Tumblr police.

Also I’m really tired of these “callouts” that could have been solved by simply talking/some kind of communication had happened: Sorry but those screenshots of Discord DMs taken out of context only serves to prove how low some people are willing to go. Honestly, this only instigates mob mentality and bullying.

I guess these are the biggest ones??? That came to my mind??

11. Have you ever received anon hate?

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// Oh yeah!! A few times!!! Luckily they didn’t last much, and were just people being really dumb.

From being called a racist and toxic person, because I refused to tag my posts in my mother language after an anon came to me like ‘Yeah when I see languages IDK it triggers my anxiety uwu’. Imagine if I were writing some arabic dialect or japanese- wouldn’t that be funny?

To the less harmful ‘You’re transphobic for writing genderbend Aus’ in my sideblog... Dedicated to it- that I rarely if ever bring it up...And the person had to likely dig through my blog to find a link to it in the first placr....

¯\_(ツ)_/¯ It is like some jokes just write by themselves...

#would you like some salt in your tea?#ooc /#long post #mercenaryrocket #thank you for the ask!#Simone out here forcing me to open the gates of saltiness

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shejustcalledmeafish · 5 years

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sabriel, au 7 (dancing), situation 2, and sentence 8?

I’m so sorry this took so long, the muse just refused to come. But here you go, nonnie!

“Meet me at that field by my old place in an hour. Dress nice.” Sam frowned at his phone.

“Why? It’s 11 at night. What are you planning?” He texted back. A full two minutes passed before Gabriel replied.

“ ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ “ Sam tossed his phone face-down on the bed.

“That’s not an answer, Gabriel.” He said with a sigh. Mirage, their little ferret, crawled up on the bed beside him. They were going to get a dog, but then Sam had seen the cinnamon ferret and noted that she looked like a little Gabriel. Gabriel instantly took a liking to the little cat snake and Mirage had been part of their family ever since. Mirage chirped and Sam looked at her.

“Your dad’s being cryptic again, Mir,” Sam said, rubbing her head. “What do you think? Should I get dressed up and go to a field in the middle of nowhere? Chirp if I should.” Mirage looked right in his eyes and let out a chirp so loud you wouldn’t believe that it came from such a tiny creature. Sam sighed and picked Mirage up.

“If this goes badly, I’m ratting you out.” Sam scolded jokingly. Mirage nuzzled against his nose. Sam smiled. “Time to go.”

***

Sam arrived at the field just before midnight. As he pulled his jeep over to the side of the road, his phone dinged with another text from Gabriel.

“I’m at Yggdrasil. Come find me.” Sam smiled. Gabriel had grown up out on a farm out here and his brother Raphael still owned the house. Gabriel and Sam had spent countless hours roaming the many acres of land that belonged to the Novaks. During his ‘Loki’ phase, Gabriel had found a massive tree and had named it after the Norse World Tree. He had outgrown Loki, but Yggdrasil had stuck.

Sam climbed out of the jeep and walked down the dirt path that wound deep into the field. The night air was crisp and cool, and a slight breeze sent Sam’s hair falling into his face. He brushed it back just as Yggdrasil came into view. As Sam stepped into the clearing, he saw Gabriel leaning against the trunk of Yggdrasil. He looked over at Sam and smiled.

“You actually came,” Gabriel said bemusedly. Sam smiled as well.

“Yeah, I did. And you remembered Yggdrasil,” Sam said with a smile. Gabriel patted the trunk fondly.

“Like I could forget her. We had our first kiss here, all those years ago.” Gabriel said. Sam stepped closer, the moonlight shining on his face.

“Why are we here?” he asked. Gabriel stepped away from Yggdrasil and into the moonlit clearing. Sam noticed that he was wearing the clothes that he wore when they went out clubbing, a nice shirt and the pants that make his ass look fantastic. Gabriel smiled.

“To dance,” Gabriel said. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and hit a button. Music started playing from somewhere, light instrumental, not club techno. Sam snickered.

“You called me here in the middle of the night to dance?” Sam said. Gabriel grinned.

“Why not?” he said. Sam frowned slightly and started counting off the reasons.

“I have work tomorrow, you have work tomorrow, it’s fucking cold outside-” Gabriel walked up and put a hand over Sam’s mouth.

“If you were really worried about it, you wouldn’t have shown up here looking so beautiful,” Gabriel said. He removed his hand just in time to see Sam blush.

“Gabriel,” Sam said, but Gabriel cut him off.

“Hush, Samshine. You’re sexy and you damn well know it, or else you wouldn’t be wearing that. Now come on. Dance with me,” he offered Sam a hand. Sam sighed and took it. Gabriel took the lead and the pair swayed gently to the music.

“I feel ridiculous,” Sam said. Gabriel smiled and leaned his head against Sam’s chest.

“Relax, babe. Raph’s out of town and there’s no one else around. And hey, if you’re ridiculous, what does that make me?” Gabriel said. Sam smiled down at him.

“It makes you bold,” he said softly. Gabriel didn’t answer, instead, they just kept dancing. The moment was perfect. But it couldn’t last.

Sam spun Gabriel around and there was a crack of lightning. The previously clear sky was now dark with clouds and as Gabriel returned to Sam, rain started to fall, fast and hard.

“You didn’t check the weather before setting this up?” Sam said, raising his hand to protect himself from the downpour. Gabriel grinned sheepishly.

“Hey, it was pretty spur-of-the-moment.” he defended himself. Sam sighed.

“Two more minutes and then we need to go. We don’t need to be near here if Yggdrasil gets struck by lightning.” Sam said. Gabriel frowned.

“Fine. But she’s not gonna get hit,” he insisted. Sam sighed, but the pair kept dancing. Less than a minute passed before the pair were soaked to the bone. Gabriel reached up and kissed Sam.

“Let’s go. We can wait it out at Raph’s place. He’s got a Jacuzzi.” Gabriel said with a grin. Sam pulled him close.

“That sounds perfect.”

#Anonymous #sabriel #ficlet

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dreammutual-remade · 6 years

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best friends to lovers!lucas

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request: ok ur SO FUNNY when i was reading ur hyunjin scenario i almost pissed my pants istg ur fckin hilarious !! and could you do like a best friends to lovers type trope with lucas from nct? love ur writing and please go nuts my guy <3 <3 - @nctro

word count: 3.7k

a/n: djfhgkhdj thank u sO MUCH everyone who compliments me on here makes me blush dhbfkhsbdk anywhom I actually enjoyed writing this so much mainly because I love big dumb boys and Lucas is one of those !!!! I hope u like it bby<3

warnings ?: cursing and brief mentions of underage drinking

okie doke babe

l e t s d i v e i n

let’s set the scene fellas

you’re in like the second grade right

boys are: disgusting and mean

but this is when you meet your bestie !!!!!

lucas was a new kid all the way from china and he was , the only boy you’d ever found cute

(i mean y’all have seen those baby pics oh my gOD HE WAS SO CUTE)

and when the teacher introduced him he was obviously a bubbly kid but none of the others in your class seemed to warm up to him

:((((

later when you all are at recess he keeps trying to join the boys but they won’t let him because as previously stated

THEYRE MEAN AND GROSS

he looks so so sad and lonely and you’re a Sweet Baby Girl so you go up to him and ask if he wants to play w/ u :)))

he’s so excited !!!! hooray !!!!!!!!!!

you guys play house and BAM

BEST FRIENDS FOREVER

your friendship lasts all through elementary school !!

even in fourth grade when you guys were in different classes he would come find you at recess and your moms would arrange play dates :))))

middle school was,

middle school

we don’t talk abt that

all you need to know is that it was embarrassing

and yeehaw we’ve made it thotties aLL THE WAY TO SENIOR YEAR

let’s do a brief summary of 9th-11th grade

9th grade:

lucas is taller than you but only by a little and his voice breaks every other sentence

his ears are still too big for his body :(

you are a late bloomer and still look 12 but you’re , TRYING YOUR BEST

you guys have about half of your classes together but remain really close since you eat lunch together and hang out after school too

lucas attempts to join the basketball team

he . doesn’t make it and is v upset so you have to come over and comfort your Pitiful Man Baby

he cries a little and ouchie yOUR HEART hurts

but then he’s like u never saw that THOT

and so you are forced into silence rip

10th grade:

lucas FINALLY gets his permit halfway through the year because he fuckinh forgot to do it last year and you’re TERRIFIED but it’s fine

you’re starting to look more like a female and less like a fetus congrats !!!!!

lucas has now grown to almost 6 feet tall what the FUCK BRO

he grew at least 6 inches over the summer and you don’t really notice until one day you’re like uhhh excuse me since when are you half a foot taller than me

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

and this boy LORDS his height over you

purposefully places things where you can’t reach it so he can be like

*tips fedora* m’lady , are u in need of assistance

after this you have perfected the art of pinching his arm til he screeches

also his voice has gotten sooooo so so deep

like okay darth vader CHILL OUT

with all this height though he is even clumsier than before

it’s like he forgets he’s now a giant 15 yr old

he’s always covered in scratches and bruises so you’ve taken to carrying disney princess bandaids

they’re disney princess because you thought it would embarrass him and encourage him not to get hurt but

he loves them so it didn’t work rip

he tries out for the basketball team again and genuinely makes it based on height alone

i mean the boy can barely dribble but ??? he can learn i guess

he calls you when he makes it and screams for 45 seconds straight

you don’t know wtf goin on so you’re like oh mY GOD ARE U OKAY

and he’s like yES BITCH I MADE THE TEAM

and then you scream for 45 seconds

next time you see him in person you tackle him with a hug and he lifts you up and spins you around because wow !!!!! so happy !!!!

11th grade:

ah, yes

the year of PARTYING

you always go to parties together and switch who’s dd each time

eventually more friends start coming with you so that you can both get drunk tho ayy

but for the first couple times it’s either drunk lucas half draped on you as you drag him home or sober lucas carrying your lightweight ass to the car

he’s a real one so he won’t say anything about the time you were really drunk and got separated from him so you stood on a table and screamed his name til he came and snatched you down lmao

lucas has reached full height as well so he’s like, so much bigger than you

also he’s gotten so much better at basketball and is practically the star of the team

you go to every game and cheer as loud as you can bc that’s your BOY

puberty is Complete for you and you look female and everything!!!! go off queen

lucas is now on Protective Mode since you’re really cute and a very agreeable drunk and under no circumstances will he allow you to be taken advantage of

NOT on my watch- lucas

alright we’re gonna make senior year the present timeline bc

YOLO

lucas is officially more popular than you

BUT

he actually sticks around because he’s The Best

okay also this guy just keeps getting larger

like he got all tall but THEN

he was doing basketball so much and just genuinely enjoyed doing sports in general that our boy was thicc with two(2) got damn c’s

you don’t notice that much until he gets into a habit of throwing you over his shoulder whenever you won’t pay attention to him

and it’s , unnerving how easily he does it

he’s started wearing shirts that show off his, eh hem, assets

long story short he’s hot as fuck and even you see him and you’re like DAYUM

also every female in your school is. ALL OVER HIM

it’s hard to walk next to him in the halls because people genuinely shove you out of the way to get next to him

at first you just kind of let it happen and he didn’t notice the first few times

that made u hella emo :(((((

but now he INSISTS upon holding your hand and dragging you behind him through the crowds

you highkey blush the whole time and everyone is all ArE yOu GuYs DaTiNg ?!/&:&:$

lucas is like NO.

:))))

ouchie

you start overthinking things because ??? would it really be so bad to be dating you jeez

you’re not terribly ugly or anything ???

at least you don’t think so

oh my god he thinks you’re ugly and annoying and he hates you

self hatred commence in 3,2,....... someone play the icarly theme song

you lowkey start distancing yourself and he himself is busy busy bee so

you start seeing less of each other :/

and you miss him soooo so much (this is your own doing BITCH) but it doesn’t even seem like he misses you at all wtf

he’s just having a great time w/ his basketball boy(friend)s and everyone loves him and you’ve been hashtag left behind :(

he really didn’t mean to he just !!!! has so much going on aaaa

and like in his absence you start realizing a lot of things

like how much you actually liked his cringey ass flirting

you would always smack him every time he was like “oh sorry, just got lost in ur eyes what did u say :3”

you miss his hugs because they were really rEALLY GOOD

he tucks you under his chin and squishes you or he’ll just wrap his arms around and pick you up

your feet just ???? dangle

you miss when he would show up at your house at like 11 with a bunch of shitty foreign films and force you to watch them with him

you miss when you both would fall asleep in a pile on the couch and he would wake up and carry you to bed

because he’s an angel THATS WHY

anywhom

you miss everything about him and you just are so upset that he doesn’t pay that much attention to you

it gets WORSE when you notice some other girl hanging out with him

and she’s prettier than you and apparently good enough for his attention when you aren’t and you’re just so full of

what’s the word

JEALOUSY.mp3

go listen to jealousy by monsta x

but obviously you’re not going to acknowledge that because what’s a good friends to lovers story without a hearty helping of denial

he still tries to hang out with you so you guys do see each other in class and at least a couple weekends out of the month but :(((

it’s nowhere near how close you were

it all comes to a head when one day you’re walking in the hall and it’s hella crowded

way worse than usual

and in the center of the crowd is

you guessed it :’-)

our boy yukhei

and he just asked this girl to the winter formal and she’s nodding and smiling and hugging him and he’s smiling too and you

gotta go

your eyes are already starting to water and you start skirting around the edges of the crowd to get to a bathroom

one of your other friends jeno who also plays with lucas on the team sees you and smiles and lifts his hand

but it immediately shifts into a frown when he sees your face

he reaches out to grab your wrist and asks if you’re okay and what’s wrong

you just bring your other hand up to sloppily wipe at your watery eyes and whisper that it’s nothing

the hand he’s got in his grasp has started to shake and he looks really worried so he tugs you around the corner until he doesn’t see anyone around

and he turns to look you in the eyes all Serious

“alright. spill”

and you just

BURST INTO TEARS

he panics and hesitantly puts an arm around your shoulders to pat your back

you just press your forehead into his shoulder and cry

it’s a short cry though because although we are dramatic out here we aren’t doing The Absolute Most

you pull away and wipe your eyes and take a few deep breaths before you apologize

jeno smiles sadly and pats your head and says it’s okay and that he hopes it helped

you stand there for 37 seconds exactly in silence

jenos been counting

and then you let the cat out of the bag

you adMIT FINALLY !!!!!

that you are really in love with your bff/sort of ex-bff and you’re really jealous and sad because he doesn’t even CARE about you anymore

at first jeno is quiet but then he starts laughing

and he won’t stop

and you’re like if you keep going i’m going to cry again please i’m so sensitive

and he shuts up immediately and is like o_o

but then he grips you by your shoulders and is like hEY

“guess what”

“god jeno i am really not in the mood”

“no for real guess what the fuck is up”

“what is up ???? what is up you asshole ???”

“yukhei is in love with you too”

you scoff and roll your eyes

“this is a really lame attempt to make me feel better”

“no really i’m not even lying i swear he talks about you all the time in the locker room and he literally thinks you’re an angel”

“okay but its platonic as hell like obviously we love each other after all these years but he doesn’t like ME in the way i like HIM”

“how do you know??”

“how do YOU know ?????”

“,,,,,, you got me there”

you pat his shoulder and you’re like listen i really appreciate you trying to make me feel better but it’s time for me to accept my fate

now you and lucas still text semi regularly and send each other memes and stuff

but you just, cut him off because you physically can’t move on if you interact with him at all you LOVE this boy

he def notices and texts you a few times like

y/n ??? hello? is your phone broken?

but when you stop waving back at him in the hallways and actively avoiding him he realizes you’re not talking to him

and this poor boy cannot for the life of him figure out why

he doesn’t UNDERSTAND

god he’s dumb but we still stan

he figures you want him to leave you alone so he just stares at your forlornly from afar

this just pisses you off bc like wtf nOW YOURE GONNA PAY ATTENTION TO ME ??????

a couple weeks pass and it’s time for winter formal

yay.

you’ve been dragged here by jeno who is SURE that something important is gonna happen tonight and lucas is gonna Fix Everything

yeah OKAY

SURE

you may not want to go but you wouldn’t be caught DEAD not stunting on these hoes

you show up looking absolutely SPICY

QUEEN OF WINTER

you know you had to do it to em

jeno forcefully pulls you into the doors of the gymnasium and then disappears after he threatens you with an

“i told chenle not to let you leave”

and you turn to look at chenle who is SGA and helping with the dance and he gives you an “i’m watching you” hand motion

god this is ridiculous

you sigh and go find some of your other friends

you hate to admit this but. you actually had a little fun

and then of course

a slow song was played

and the dj is all yo everyone find you a honey it’s time to slow it down for a bit

sigh

you go to walk off the dance floor or find jeno or do SOMETHING other than stand around looking awkward surrounded by couples

but someone has snatched your hand up yo wtf

it’s LUCAS

and you just look at him with confusion

“dance with me, please. just this once,,,”

and you’re like hmmm pls don’t make me do this

but he hits you with Them Puppy Dog Eyes and you’re a goner

so you let him pull you close and hold you against his chest and rest his chin on the top of your head

you lift up on your toes so you can talk in his ear

“where’s your date?”

“dancing with her girlfriend”

“um. what”

“she’s not super duper out yet so i’m being her beard for the night. it was mainly to get her parents off her back”

“oh. huh”

“plus i missed you :(((( you disappeared”

your hands tighten in the fabric of his button up bc you’re like aw FUCK

you just shake your head and rest it back on his chest and close your eyes to enjoy it while you can

as much as you want to be convinced that things can go back to the way they were now

they cANNOT because you still love him and he still just thinks of you as a friend

maybe not even a best friend anymore :(

(again,, YOUR FAULT BITCH)

his GIANT warm hands slide across your waist to press you forward by the small of your back

at this point you are pressed together basically head to toe

and you can’t tell for sure but , you think he kissed the top of your head ???

maybe you were freakin hallucinating though since you’re losing oxygen fast due to his close proximity

the song ends and you slowly stop swaying and pull apart while everyone gets back to being wild

“can we.. go talk outside”

this sentence strikes FEAR in your heart but you take his proffered hand as he leads you outside

it’s cold as hell so you’re already wound up tight and wrapping your arms around yourself to keep warm

he notices quickly and wraps his jacket around you before turning to face outward towards the road

it’s quiet other than the muffled music from inside and crickets and other night noises

he opens his mouth to say something but you just blurt out

“i like you!!!!”

and he whips around to face you and you just. keep talking

“it’s oKAY i know you don’t like me back like that and i would never be mad at you about that i didn’t distance myself from you bc of that!!!! i just had to because it was hurting me to be around you and see you be with other girls and i really wanted to move on so that we could get back to being best friends if you even wanted that i just !!! IT JUST HAPPENED OKAy i’m sO SORRY AND I ComPLetely understand if you never want to speak to me again”

and he’s just staring at you and panting

why is he out of breath he’s just been standing there

you’re getting super duper nervous because he hasn’t said aNYTHING and it’s been at least a minute

and then he just goes

“you… like .. me ???”

and you’re like ugh YES you dumbass have you even met yourself you’re so cute and sweet and such a goofy boy and you’re way too nice to me and also HOT so like. you were asking for it

and he immediately swings you into his arms and gives you a big sloppy kiss on the cheek and buries his face in your shoulder and squeals

this man. SQUEALS

and you giggle because it’s tickling your neck hey stop that

and he’s laughing that loud ass cackle of his so you’re laughing too i mean have y’all heard that shit

GOOFY AS HELL

also he’s hugging you almost just like he used to with your feet dangling off the ground

and he pulls back to set you down but then

HE GRABS YOUR FACE

AND KISSES YOU ??!/&8:$:$:92&

b i t c h

he’s so gentle and is patient when you kind of freeze at first, pulling away and pressing his lips very gently to the corner of your mouth before going Back In

and even though he’s given you NO EXPLANATION FOR THIS you kiss him back because this may be a one time only opportunity and you will NOT be wasting it

he goes very slow and sweet and right before he pulls away he presses a cute lil smooch to your bottom lip and presses his forehead against yours

“what was that for?”

“oh yeah, i forgot to tell you!! i’m in love with you”

“oh hEY me too ??!!?!&/&”

and you’re both pressed together and giggling

“hey, you wanna ditch and go get some ice cream”

“absolutely”

so he lets his date know and you text jeno

(you: bIIIIIIIITTCHHHH jeno: I KNEW IT)

and you’re off

he holds your hand the whole way there and when he parks he spRINTs around the car so he can open it for you

you each get an ice cream cone and sit next to each other at a picnic table and just talk and catch up with each other since you haven’t been talkin :/

one of your hands is laced with his and your head is leaned on his shoulder and he’s like hEY watch it this is my favorite shirt

and he flexes his arm with your head on it and you’re like god dAMN that’s a bicep

and he’s like ayy lmao arent u glad ur dating a greek demi god 🤪🤪

and you smack HIM

“i cant believe you just declared us as dating in the same sentence as calling yourself a greek demigod”

“are we ,,,, not dating”

“i mean personally, i haven’t gotten asked on a date yet. hmmmm, have you? :-)”

and he sighs dramatically before wrapping an arm around your waist and leaving a somewhat sticky kiss on your temple from the ice cream

he leans down to your ear

“hey so there’s this girl and her name is y/n and she’s so beautiful and funny and i love her so much do you think she would go on a date with me ? :3”

“hmmm well i guess so,,, she could give you a chance…..”

you hold a straight face for less than 5 seconds before you get all blushy and smiley and he squeals at you

......again

and grabs your face with his hands since he literally dEVOURED that ice cream cone

he presses a kiss to the tip of your nose and then to your lips and says against them,

“please~”

another kiss

“for me?~”

another

“cmon~”

and he goes in for another but you’re like oKAY okay i’ll date you you giant pain in my ass

and he’s like :-(((((((

(DONT BE MEAN TO THE BABY BOY)

and you’re like aw i’m sorry you’re MY giant pain in the butt

he seems pretty satisfied with that and after you finish your ice cream cone he is already at the door waiting with the door open

“if you dARE say m’lady i will walk home”

“of course ,,,,,,,,, m’lady”

“alrIGHT THATS IT”

he grabs your hand and pulls you back toward him to keep you from leaving and presses a kiss to your forehead and ruffles your hair a little

before he kindly and gently shoves you into the car

he drives home with one hand on the wheel while you mess with the fingers of his other hand because wow

that shit is amazing he’s got some big ole beautiful hands

when you arrive he walks you to your door and

this mf presses you against it and presses an absolutely SINFUL kiss onto your lips before turning around and heading back to his car

“bye, baby!! i’ll see u tmrw at school :-)))))”

and first of all: KKDKDNDKDJ

second: he called you baby it’s officially over for you bitch

you wave back blankly because what the hell just happened and then you go inside

you press yourself against the door after you close it behind you and press your hands into your warm cheeks

and woooo bOY what have you gotten yourself into

a supportive and caring boyfriend who LOVES YOU THATS WHAT !!!!!!!!

okay goodbye i really love wong yukhei xuxi lucas whatever the fuck his name is

#huehueheuhuehe #sorry its been a few days I was super busy #I love u ALL #Lucas #wong yukhei #lucas scenarios #lucas fluff #yukhei scenarios #yukhei fluff #nct scenarios #nct scenario #nct fluff #nct u #nct 2018 #nct u scenarios #nct 2018 scenarios

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All right, so, Resistance 1.01-3. Spoilers below the break. Please note that this isn’t a very positive reaction, so if you don’t want to see that, just keep scrolling.

Here’s a nice picture before I go onto the actual reaction.

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Here’s a piece of TCW gunship nose art behind Neeku. It’s the Kowakian monkey-lizard “bombs away” art that’s on Obi-Wan’s gunship in Innocents of Ryloth and which has been most recently seen on the front of Old Jho’s in Rebels.

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I know my nose art.

I didn’t like it. Like, let me get that out of the way early on. I was hoping for something fun that I could enjoy watching every week, and just how badly most of it hit my embarrassment squick took me totally by surprise and made it extremely difficult for me to watch since I literally could not look at the screen.

I think the opening of the premiere was pretty strong, all things considered -- it looked good, it was intriguing, it set the scene very well. That opening shot in space was classic Star Wars, which is one of those phrases I tend to wince at but really works here. Kaz’s introduction was very strong.

Then it all came tumbling down for me.

I really, really wanted to like him and be charmed by him, if only because his VA Christopher Sean is mixed-race Japanese-American, which I am as well. It’s a big deal to have that in Star Wars, especially in Star Wars animation, my medium of choice. It’s a big deal that Kaz’s character model is clearly meant to be Japanese or hapa. (Like, I cried over Sato and Mart in Rebels, and I’m still pissed that Mart’s VA wasn’t Japanese-American. It’s a big deal.)

But he’s -- as I’ve said to a couple of people, strong Lux Bonteri vibes, and I say this as someone who likes Lux Bonteri and his arc. It’s an interesting arc. I think Kaz is on a similar one (in a different time, with a different set-up, obviously). But -- “privileged college-age rich boy” is not a character type I’m particularly keen on seeing up close and personal, because...I went to an expensive private university full of privileged rich boys. I currently go to an expensive private university full of privileged rich boys. I have students who fit exactly into that niche. It’s not exactly a character type I’m terribly keen on seeing the Star Wars version of.

also, like. this is perhaps not the best time for “privileged rich boy who’s had everything handed to him on a silver platter because of who his daddy is taking opportunities away from WOC who have worked for them their entire lives.” I’m just saying. The timing on that could be better. (Not that it’s ever great, but this is...especially not a good week for it. Month. Year.)

The premise, right now, looks like it’s doubling down on the trope of “incompetent male turns up to show up woman who has been working on Thing and is very good at it” with both Tam and Torra, which is...well, it’s not a great trope. Hopefully the show doesn’t actually go that route, but the fact that it starts out looking like that (and actually does so with Kaz’s getting Tam’s pet project and racing dream) is extremely off-putting to me.

As I said earlier, the embarrassment factor was really bad for me. It relies very heavily on Kaz being a fish out of water and constantly fucking up, and...well, I like competence. It makes it hard to take Kaz seriously both as a character and as a military officer, when he’s literally cartoonishly sneaking around the market, to take one example. Especially when he’s supposed to be, let me repeat, a MILITARY OFFICER. Like, yeah, college-aged boys do that sort of thing! But it’s awkward to see when other characters that age (I believe I’ve seen 19/ 20 somewhere) we’ve seen in Star Wars include Luke and Leia in ANH, Anakin in AotC, Sabine in S3/4, Rey (and Finn?) in TFA and TLJ, and Han and Qi’ra in the opening of Solo. Obviously all of those come out of different social circumstances -- Leia’s background is the closest to Kaz’s -- but still.

And like...I’m 28. I’m not exactly the target demographic for this show. That’s fine. People closer to that demographic may feel differently. (I’m close enough in age to Kaz to remember when I was dealing with boys exactly like that as my peers, and because of where I am right now as a doctoral student, to be currently dealing with them as my students. And occasionally as my peers, as I just realized that Kaz is very similar to a certain guy in my cohort except less of a racist, sexist jerk.)

I was saying to several people earlier today that I think I’d like the show much more if they kept the premise (Kaz’s reason for being on the station) exactly the same, but did it with Torra as the lead instead. Then they’d have a young female main character (who is much closer to the target audience; she’s apparently 15) and this weirdo who showed up out of nowhere who’s trying to muscle in on her territory as a racing pilot. And then run the potential spy plot line from the POV of an insider to the station. Like, obviously they did not go that route (though there’s a possibility that we’ll get a closer Torra POV later), but I think it would have been more interesting for me personally.

Actual plot thoughts: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ This is...happening, is mostly where I’m at. I like the set-up of the pirates attacking the Colossus in order to push them into turning to the First Order for protection, I think that’s a nice move. I was surprised the pirate attack took up so little of the second ep. 1.03 was...not great for me, at all. I know we’re only three episodes in and it’s unfair to make assumptions on so few episodes, but I feel like we’re being given a different show that what was promo’d. Hopefully that will change and quickly.

(Okay, and: I know it’s unfair to compare Resistance to Rebels or TCW, but even 14-year-old Spark of Rebellion Ezra would have eaten Kaz alive without breaking a sweat. He’s a character type that Ahsoka would have (and did, see: Lux Bonteri, the cadets on Mandalore) taken apart as a ~lesson about privilege and assumptions. So it’s very, very odd to see that character type as the protagonist. Especially when the entire premise of the show is something that would have taken up one Rebels ep or, at most, a TCW arc. So coming out of the other two shows, that’s a bit hard for me to deal with. Weirdly, I think I said the same thing about TLJ in December.)

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here’s a purple Twi’lek. there’s no reason for this, I just like Twi’leks.

#resistance spoilers #bedlam watches resistance

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