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hello!! I am kinda nervous to write this bc I absolutely love your writing and the way you portray Toby is just so real. I love how you make him both a loser and a force of nature, like just bc he has no rizz doesn't mean he can't do anything lol. But I was lowkey thinking about your stories the other day and like, what if Y/N also had some screws loose? Like he pops up at her house covered in the blood of some guy who wouldn't leave her alone and instead of calling the police like a smart person she's just like: " 😳 omg you did this for me??" I know it's unrealistic and silly but it's also kind of interesting???
Ticci Toby x Violent! Reader
Toby with an unhinged reader? Well - there's a recipe for disaster lmao.
I know I said I'm not taking requests but this ended up becoming a scenario. I just had some inspo - hope this is what you were looking for! Because the reader isn't submissive? Idk
Y/N has some messed-up thoughts and there are mentions of violence under the cut!:
The reader I imagine in this case would have only seen how cringey Toby is - thinking he was just a creepy guy who's taken a liking to them and would avoid him at all costs. Probably up until this point assume that he's a wimp (Toby would initially try his best to seem weaker and unassuming when he approaches the person he likes)
The scenario I imagine is that Y/N grew up around conflict, and is fully comfortable around violence, even throwing a few punches themselves here and there. Maybe ended up in Juvie when they were younger and now works in some retail job - something where they regularly interact with the general public.
A customer tries to hit on Y/N when Toby's there - big mistake.
But Toby doesn't say anything at first.
He doesn't have to.
Y/N immediately shuts the customer down. But the guy doesn't let up. Curses are thrown back and forth, Y/N's wrist is grabbed.
He touched you.
Toby doesn't like that. Not one bit.
You get reprimanded by your boss after you punched the unruly customer in the face.
Luckily they didn't press charges.
You had a bit of an edge, from your surly demeanor and fucked sense of humor, but Toby had no idea you'd do that.
Kind of turned him on. He knew he picked you for a reason.
But alas, that was the extent of your revenge. You already had a record of aggravated assault and you didn't need another one added to the list.
Luckily for you that scrawny, lanky boy who always stared at you when he came in had a plan in motion.
Late at night, a knock on the door wakes you up from a nap on the couch. Of course, you look through the peephole first before answering.
Red.
Everything is red.
Only until you hear a familiar voice pipe up do you realize who it is.
Toby.
The blood covered so much of his face it was hard to point out who he was at first.
He speaks to you through the door, somehow already knowing you're there.
And he tells you what he did.
It takes a moment for you to process all the grizzly details, the way he followed the man, cornered him in an alley, and beat him so hard he'd pretty sure he cracked his skull on the brick wall.
He sounded giddy about it. Gleeful.
He was far from the loser you thought he was.
And you liked it.
Liked that he did that for you.
After all, in your head, hurting someone for someone else was the greatest form of love. It was the kind of devotion you'd always dreamed of from a partner.
You open the door.
Toby is surprised, but soon sees a look on your face he recognized. The kind of expression of sick joy and arousal that comes with blood lust.
You're blushing too. Blushing for him.
Everything was finally coming together perfectly, and once you let him into your home, he's never going to leave.
The relationship would start right off the bat. Toby is one to rush things.
It's all to claim you. Both mentally and physically. So you're attached to the hip pretty much. Expect a lot of PDA (Toby does not care who sees lol)
And a reader who's fully on board?
Yeah you're going to bring out the worst in each other. He'll encourage you to do more crimes, to get bloodier, to join him.
It would be a very bad situation for everyone involved.
But especially for anyone unfortunate enough to cross the paths of you two lovebirds.
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If you’re still taking requests how about kissing/cuddling Dottore and his segments? Like whenever reader sees one of them upset they can’t help but go over and snuggle up to them? P.S I really like your writing!
⎯⎯ ୨ Affectionate (HCs) ୧ ⎯⎯
ੈ♡˳ Il Dottore (ft. segments) x Gn!Reader *ೃ༄
ੈ♡˳ Masterlist *ೃ༄
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hope you don't mind it turning it to hcs but i did put a scenario at the end (because i can't handle writing short stuff sobs sobs),, have a good day/night!! had to post this b4 i go to school hehe,,
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ cw: canon typical violence, basic dottore warnings,
You loved being very physically affectionate towards your lover, and his multiple versions of himself.
It's always funny to you how he always acts annoyed whenever you wrap your arms around his torso, hold his hand into yours or press a kiss onto the corner of his lip, right under beneath his mask.
His reactions may tell you to back off, that he may not be enjoying it, but his body language always tells a different story. He may be frowning in 'displeasure' but he'd always lean closer to your touch.
When he hasn't had his fill just yet, he'd wrap his arm around your waist and pull you back close to him, huffing under his breath and then saying "Where do you think you're going?"
It's quite endearing, to say the least. Dottore isn't often open to expressing the extent of his love for you, and you've long accepted that, but he does have his own ways to make you feel loved.
You were more physically affectionate of course, so over the years of being with Dottore and his multiple segments, you've developed an instinct. What is it, you may ask? Well, the instinct to be able to tell if your dear lover(s) needs your tender loving!
Even after joining the Fatui, some mannerisms he had back then never changed, and you adored those traits. When he's getting stressed, he fidgets more than usual, his jaw tensed and a tad more irritable. He'd be burying himself more into his work, muttering to himself and irritably biting on his bottom lip with his sharp teeth.
You'd also feel his gaze on you more often than not, calling you more often in his office so he could ramble on and on about the latest progressions of his research, or simply complain about the other Harbingers
As his lover, you're his greatest distraction. If it were someone else to take the files in his hands away from his hands, they'd be dead where they stood. His hands were just mere inches away from your neck when he realized it was just you, sporting the same smile you'd always give him and never moving from your spot even if he was so close to choking you. The trust you put in him was impeccable.
And when you push him down back on his chair, you immediately went to straddle him, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing your body close to his, making yourself as comfortable as you possibly could on him.
Dottore wasn't surprised to have you on his lap, wrapping an arm around your waist as he went back to reading his files. It managed to quell his fidgeting, your weight pressing against him gives him this sense of clarity like it keeps him grounded, as well as reminding him that you're here, on his lap, oh-so-close to him.
So while he'd still be technically doing his work, his fingers always would play with the hem of your shirt, rubbing your back or playing with your hair, his gloved hands tracing every inch of skin exposed from your clothes.
This extends to his segments of course. They're all so deprived of your love since their creator always hogs most of your affections, so they always feel so blessed when you pop out of nowhere whenever Prime is too busy or somewhere else and drag them into a cuddle session.
And they keep the same facade too! Pretending they don't want to be in your arms when they're desperately gripping onto your clothes, unconsciously mumbling 'few more minutes' against your neck, refusing to let you go.
When they're also very upset about something, you'd always swoop in to help them with whatever task Dottore has assigned them to do then pull them into your embrace, or you'd cup their cheeks while taking off their mask to pepper sweet, butterfly kisses on their faces.
And each and every time, these pitiful segments would melt in your touch or get a bit too greedy, capturing your lips into theirs. And who are you to refuse your lover?
All the segments, and Dottore himself, want all your attention and your love all for themselves. So when you come up to them with a bright smile on your face, pulling them into a big hug, they'd never, ever refuse or push you away.
───── ❝ encore! ❞ ─────
"Are you going to let me go, my darling?"
Fingers lost in his hair, your lips brush against his cheek as Dottore's hands gripped your hips, keeping you on his lap whilst his chin rested upon your shoulder. "Is there a reason for me to let you go?" Replied your lover, allowing you to slip off his bothersome mask and press soft, lingering kisses on his temple.
"Well, I do have a mission issued by Pierro himself, all the way to Inazuma. So, I think that's enough for a reason, no?" You grinned when you felt Dottore pull you closer, his lips attaching themselves to your neck. "It's like, one of the only missions the Fatui gives me since I technically work for you."
"Since you work for me, I order you to stay with me until I'm satisfied."
Letting out an airy laugh, you couldn't help but shake your head, before settling down once more on his lap comfortably, cooing in his ear as you rake your fingers through his hair again. "Alright boss," You murmur gently, letting out a small yawn. "I'll stay."
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dio. 🤍
ao3 • writing tag • time travel au tag (stories & snippets)
steddie drabbles & microfics
☕️ ko-fi
vibes only. mostly steddie, sometimes clarkson.
🌷 WIPs & multi-chaptered stories
➤ i’ll try. i’ll try. (but i couldn’t be better) WIP
M | 74k | 12/? | time travel au, angst, steve whump
Sent back to 1983, Steve tries to save his friends from everything that's coming and takes on the battle against the Upside Down alone with El by his side.
➤ nice to meet you, where you been?
T | 12k | 3/3 | tattoo shop au, pure fluff, trans eddie
Chrissy sends Eddie to check out a tattoo shop. Little does he know it belongs to Steve Harrington, or that they’ll both be falling for each other at lightning
➤ untitled knight!Steve / bard!Eddie WIP
T | 10k | 2/? | tumblr: part 1 | part 2 | ... regency au (freeform), enemies to lovers
Eddie is a bard of great renown who returns to Hawkins ready and willing to spite the people who cast him out all his life. He is in search of his muse: the knight Dustin has been writing to him about who has inspired his greatest ballads and poems. Dustin’s Sir Steve is nowhere to be found, but Lord Harrington seems to hold a grudge against Eddie and he wants to find out why.
➤ see the stars shining through the cracks of my broken heart | steddie week fic
T | 14.7k | 3/3 | tumblr: part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7
in which Eddie and Chrissy get engaged and Steve is heartbroken. yearning ensues. a story about love requited and unrequited, breaking and healing, and hope (steddie & buckingham)
➤ shattered on the cliff’s edge, trapped by the tides WIP
M | 5.8k | 2/7 | tumblr: part 1 | part 2 | ...
A steddie ghost story. Steve Harrington, disgraced and disowned by his father for moral insanity, has been haunted by eerie dreams of a mysterious lighthouse ever since he was a little boy. His lighthouse quickly turns from recurring night terror to gruesome reality when his superior delegates him to fix the broken light and be the new keeper. But he soon finds out that it is he who is being kept.
➤ tales of blue | who did this to you? WIP
M | 13k | 3/4 | tumblr: part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | Eddie POV, pre-s4, injured Steve, hurt/comfort
One summer's day in 1985, Eddie finds a very injured Steve in the boathouse, and even though he doesn't want the kind of trouble that this might bring, he can't just leave him there. So, scared though he is, he takes Steve to the one person he trusts to always make everything better.
➤ untitled kas!eddie / steve WIP
M | 5.3k | 1/? | tumblr: part 1 | post-canon, hurt/comfort, enemies steddie
The extent of his brain injuries and the intensity of his migraines is something Steve has been keeping secret from everyone. When he goes to Kas to let him feed, however, the sudden blood loss gives him a migraine. Kas decides to take care of him.
one shots & ficlets under the cut
(ao3) -> ao3 link in the tumblr fic post
🌷 fluff & floaty
floor time fic (ao3)
Eddie POV, falling in love, fluff, neurodivergent steddie
eddie likes Good Words (ao3)
Steve POV, stablished relationship, neurodivergent steddie, echolalia
rambly Steve in love
Eddie POV, established relationship, love confession
soft insomniacs (ao3)
Eddie POV, short trans Eddie, soft Steve, bickering, established relationship
3 am phone call (ao3)
Steve POV, soft, pre-relationship
car ride in love
Eddie POV, floaty, boys in love, Andante, Andante
stargazing
Steve POV, floaty & soft, boys in love
sick fic
Eddie POV, domestic fluff & silliness, steve is sick, eddie is in love
first kiss
Eddie POV, floaty, boys in love
loving eddie munson (is a full body experience) (ao3)
Steve POV, floaty, boys in love, introspection, love confessions
floaty steddie date hours
Eddie POV, established relationship, date night, marriage proposals, softness, dancing in the rain
sick fic 2 (woollen bat hat)
Eddie POV, sick!Steve, soft boyfriends in love, cuddling, Eddie reads Momo to Steve
🌷 yearning
✨yearning hours (a-side) (ao3)
Eddie POV, heart-wrenching yearning, light imagery, (mis)communication, vulnerability, first kiss
✨yearning hours (b-side) (ao3)
Steve POV, insecurity, trauma, darkness imagery, vulnerability, first kiss
✨yearning hours (bonus track) (ao3)
Eddie POV, light imagery, vulnerability, getting together
summer nights were made for steve (ao3)
Eddie POV, yearning, getting together, the stars are pretty but steve is prettier
✨yearning hours (hidden track) (ao3)
Steve POV, floaty music, getting together, sudden love confession, pining, A Flock of Seagulls
✨ high yearning make-out fic (smutty) (ao3)
Eddie POV, recreational drug use, dry humping, coming in pants, so much yearning, so much kissing, spicy six as friends
🌷 hurt/comfort
insomniac eddie & human weighted blanket steve
Eddie POV, developing relationship, comfort
Eddie being inexperienced at relationships
Eddie POV, established relationship, dramatic eddie, boys in love, cuddles
spiralling writer eddie
Eddie POV, established relationship, comfort, emotionally intelligent steve
‘You’d be a great dad’
Eddie POV, established relationship, insecure Eddie, comfort
steve has seizures (ao3)
Steve POV, angst, self-isolation, seizures, post-s3, found family, background steddie
nonverbal steve gets a hug (ao3)
Steve POV, established steddie, nonverbal steve, caring eddie, touch starved steve
sensory overload steddie
Steve POV, soft boys, building relationship, nonverbal steve, touch-averse eddie, floor time as the cure
🌷 angst & hurt/no comfort
spiralling steve
Steve POV, traumatised steve, nonverbal steve, established steddie, eventual comfort
breakup
Steve POV, steve is not okay, breaking up
My Boy
Steve POV, major character death, post-s4, inspired by My Girl funeral scene
memory wipe musings
Steve POV, post-canon, established relationship, breakup-ish
post-breakup steddie
Steve POV, a follow-up for @steddieas-shegoes prompt-fill | years after breaking up with steve eddie writes him a letter and they talk, mentions of drug abuse and rehab, starting over, 2nd chances (it's hopeful but it's kinda really sad)
knightmærs
Eddie POV, prince!steve, traitor!eddie, lovers to enemies who are still lovers but it's intrigue, brainwashing, torture, eddie whump, manipulation, open ending, violence & threats of death
🌷 smut(ish)
steve wants to hear eddie
Eddie POV, established relationship, anal sex
sexytimes in a tent
Steve POV, trying not to get caught, established relationship, hand jobs
sub!kas eddie (drabble) (tag for more)
Steve POV, good boy kas, soft dom steve
school reunion sex
Eddie POV, chubby!steve, dom-ish top steve, belly kink, light degradation kink, multiple orgasms, semi-public sex, reunion sex, good boy eddie
misc. & gen
steve and nancy finally have A Talk
Steve POV, apologies, communicating like adults, making up, platonic stancy
steve and mike coming out to each other (ao3)
Steve POV, bisexual lighting, established background steddie, mike & steve sibling relationship
why'd you jump? (ao3)
conversation at the quarry, coming out (kinda), working through trauma together, steve & mike sibling relationship, big brother Steve | cw: could read as suicidal tendencies or intrusive thoughts
a study in grief: steve and mike talking about barb (ao3)
Steve POV, Barb's death anniversary, Barb was Mike's friend, grief, mourning, big brother Steve, Mike character study
stobin arsonist tendencies (drabble)
Steve POV, robin wants to burn down steve's car and house, fucked up platonic besties, neurodivergent swag
🌷 i'll try-verse (time travel au) oneshots
steve takes el to see her first meteor shower
el calls steve magic
eddie finds nonverbal steve
tina's party steddie hug
steve meets wayne
clarkson fics
meet-sweet | kids duty (ao3)
clarkson origin post with @unclewaynemunson. Wayne POV, first meeting, slow burn, pre-relationship, soft
coursework, caffeine and cuddles (ao3)
teacher student!steve, domestic fluff, established clarkson & steddie, found family
if i fell in love with you (ao3)
Scott POV, soft, established relationship, domestic fluff, If I Fell
home. (ao3)
Scott POV, comfort, floaty, established relationship, after-school car ride, domesticity
quiet. (ao3)
Scott POV, hurt/comfort, domesticity, established relationship, wayne doesn’t like how quiet scott’s house gets
don’t let go (i won’t) (ao3)
Scott POV, hurt/comfort, found family, post-s4, shared trauma, steddie, established relationship, wayne gets a bad flashback and scott calls steddie for help
ronance fics
snow angels
for @thefreakandthehair's spicy six winter fic challenge, Nancy POV, pining, first kiss, getting together
yearning hours (ao3)
Nancy POV, pining, yearning, realisations, pre-relationship, semi-floaty
#steddie#clarkson#flowercrowngods masterlist#masterlist#all my fics are just vibes tbh#there are some misc ficlets in the writing tag still but eh these are the ones i think are okay
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hii im happy ur back!! could you write dad!kenny please 🙏
Authors note: i finally finally finally got myself together and wrote something for Kenny. can’t believe i haven’t before 😧 also i don’t usually write anything involving pregnancy or anything so this is new…
Warnings: mentions of tough pregnancy?? nothing more
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“Can you take her?”
Your voice is hoarse, a mix of the lack of sleep and the headache you could feel incoming making you feel all the more tired. At first, you thought your words would go by without an answer, and with a huff, you sat up. Right as you were about to get out of the comfortable bed and attend to your needy infant, Kenny shuffled from beside you.
With one hand he gently pushed your body down, and with the other, he rubbed at his sleepy eyes. You didn’t argue, instead letting his hand lay you down on the lulling mattress again. Carefully, he got up in an upright position and turned to your tired form.
“Go back to sleep baby, I got her,” Kenny promised, pecking your lips quickly before making his way to the crib.
A feeling of immense gratitude spreads around your body in the form of tingles. Watching your fiancé carefully wrap the loud child in his arms, and rock it back and forth made a little smile form on your face. It was in moments like these you thanked yourself for choosing the right man to bring a new life into the world with.
Kenny was the greatest father you could wish for your 2-month-old daughter. He handled her with such care and love and it was clear she felt comfortable with him. She didn’t have to say who her favorite was for you to know. But even if you joked about how it was unfair, seeing as you’d birthed her, you loved how attached your daughter was to her father. He deserved all the love.
Upon finding out that you were with a child after freshly turning 24, all of your dreams seemed to evaporate around you. You were wrapping up your last year at uni, and your life was the most chaotic it had ever been. Adding a pregnancy to that, how the hell were you supposed to get through?
Your family was quick to inform you of their support, and that they’d be there for anything you might need. While you appreciated their efforts, you were still not confident that it wouldn’t ruin your life. This was a child. Someone that would consume most of your time, need the most love. It wasn’t an easy decision, even if people were up for helping you with it from time to time
Kenny had been your boyfriend for a while when you dropped the bomb on him. You were ready for anything. Him leaving, getting angry, demanding for you to get an abortion. But instead, he pulled you into him, smiling from ear to ear.
“What are you smiling for?” You had asked him, feeling more at ease as his smile widened.
“What do you mean what am I smiling for, Y/n, we’re having a baby.” Kenny chuckled, shaking you gently in excitement. He was over the moon, jumping up and down til it suddenly dawned upon him. “As long as you want to though.”
That was the moment you knew that whatever happened with school, you’d have a caring man by your side to battle through it. Even in his exhilaration to have a child, he made sure that it was something you most and foremost wanted. It wasn’t something he had said with any specific intention, but even so, his words affected you in such a powerful way.
Your pregnancy had you testing new waters in both your relationship with Kenny, but also with yourself. While readying yourself mentally for the struggles you would face both in and after birth, you had plenty of time to sit back and think. The 9 months were nothing but pure torture. While you knew gaining weight and feeling weak was inevitable, you had not known to what extent. Besides the change in your body, your hormones were messing with your head badly. You lashed out, broke down, or was abnormally quiet and you hated yourself for it. The people around you stood beside you through it all, and whenever you did something, it always made you feel bad long after they’d forgotten about it. This stupid pregnancy was changing you, and you felt as though by the time it was over, you’d have no one in your corner anymore.
Kenny Ojuederie never left you alone for long tho. Through a period of 9 long months, you’d broken up with him, told him you never wanted to see him again and locked him out of your apartment… twice. But even with all these obstacles you were for sure would have made someone leave, Kenny continued to stand tall in his fight to be there for and with you. He loved you and your unborn child, and it would be a cold day in hell before he let hormones divide you.
Through his determination, you realized how much he loved you, and even more your love for him. He was your soulmate. There was no simpler way than explaining it as such.
…
‘’Should I give her the bottle now?’’ Gazing up from the food you were preparing, your eyes landed on your fiance’s unsure expression. He stood in his sweats, your daughter in his arms as he nodded towards the newly washed baby bottle on the counter. At closer inspection, you could see how tired she really was. The time wasn’t no more than 4 pm and her eyes were closing and opening.
You hesitate. ‘’It’s early.’’ She had woken up from her nap only 2 hours prior, and you knew that if the two of you let her sleep now, she wouldn’t even close her eyes tonight. ‘’She won’t be able to sleep at night’’
Kenny winces. ‘’Well, looks like you can’t sleep, princess’’ He smiles at her, raising her in his arms.
Smiling, you go back to making dinner, mixing the stir and adding spice now and then. Kenny continued to occupy the baby, playing with her as you made the food in peace. Just as you turned the stove off, the two of them appeared in the kitchen again.
‘’Looks like mommy is done with the food’’ You usually hated when people spoke to babies in that voice, but listening to Kenny had your mind wandering to a place of happiness. Missing your daughter, you gesture for him to give her, and he does so.
You hold her against your chest, smiling at her. Kenny watches you too with fondness, eyes sparkling and heart hammering against his chest. ‘’I love you’’ he randomly states, and before you have time to say something back, he kisses you.
You reciprocate his actions before pulling away and laying your head on his shoulder, baby secured between your bodies. ‘’I love you and our little family.’’
He cheeses, loving the sound of that. ‘’Our family. Fuck, say that again’’
You lean into his ear, a shit-eating grin resting on your lips. ‘’Our family�� our family… our-’’ He wastes no time taking hold of your jaw and pressing your lips together for a second time. The kiss holds lust and passion, but most and foremost the purest and most genuine affection. Kenny kisses you like you’ve given him his life back, a reason to keep going. And while your lovesick mind can’t fully comprehend it yet, you truly have.
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Linguistics post!!
I'm sure it'll come as a surprise to everyone, but just about all my fantasy short stories take place in the same universe (it was inexplicably named Triworld by my younger self, and I haven't seen fit to change it since) across different times! I've been cultivating the little universe since I was 6, and it's basically become a sprawling mess.
Nonetheless, I want to set the lore down in stone, once and for all. And where better to start than with the linguistics?
Now, in modern Triworld, there are 4 main languages. They're generally divided by species, though there is some geopolitical leakage.
Trade-tongue (occasionally known as humani, Lingua Franca of everywhere except the Cescere/Syvniko)
Spirit/Fae (more commonly known as Cescereli)
Angelic/Demonic/Sirenic (generally called Angelic)
Ghoulish (also used by the nearly extinct shifters)
Trade-tongue:
You can operate on the assumption that Trade-tongue will be considered the default. The Humans, and to a lesser extent, the elves, use it exclusively. It is a mish-mash of a variety of different languages, from the days when different tribes worshipped different gods, with a great deal of influence from the now-archaic Elvish tongue. To a non-native speaker it will have a rolling cadence, with rounded words than the a spirit or ghoul would be comfortable with.
Interestingly, it contains some Greek/Latin prefixes in it, as seen by the countries Luxatia and Nyctomachia. (As a writer, it's because younger me loved her fancy language and never saw what a pain it would be for older me. The lore reason is that a Wanderer found his/her way into Triworld and messed up human linguistics in the process)
Cescereli:
Oh dear. Where do I even begin? This is by far the most detailed of my languages, and I would go so far as to call it a conlang. It operates on a character based format, similar to Chinese, and any depictions of Cescereli in my writing will be limited to phonetic transcriptions until I work out how to input made-up symbols into my writing.
Sentence structure is fairly variable, given that it has dozens of dialects, and some linguists have (very hesitantly) suggested that the linguistic drift might be so great that they ought to be considered several languages. The spirits, being a very United people, cannot and will never accept that, and the Fae's pidgin of trade-tongue and Cescereli is remarkably faithful to what is known as the Imperial dialect.
Cescereli uses a great deal of compound words, with each character being seperated by a ' or a -, or nothing at all, depending on the type of character in use. Something that would incorporate all three might be Cescere'nari-ilra, which is what spirits use to refer to mountain elves.
Directly translated, it would mean Our (ces) Mountain (Cere) Long-eared (nari, also a term used to refer to donkeys and rabbits) Mortals (ilra, with ilre being the immortal version). As you can tell, it is my darling. I could write its own post about it, and about the spirits in general)
Now, the elves, being geographically close to the spirit Capital, share quite a bit of vocabulary with the spirits, so spirits often find themselves shocked to hear Cescereli within trade-tongue. Spirits are fiercely protective of their language and insist on speaking it amongst themselves. Any being that wishes to work amongst spirits, or to a lesser extent, Far, has to have at least some modicum of Cescereli proficiency.
To a non-native speaker, it sounds like a teakettle hissing. This has been the source of rage for many spirits.
Angelic:
A dot-based language, it has the greatest tonal variation of any tongue on Triworld. Angelic requires the speaker to transverse as far as three octaves across a single sentence, leading it to be known as song-tongue colloquially.
Few species have the vocal chords to actually pronounce the words, with sirens, angels, demons, and spirits (who refuse to speak it due to an ancient rivalry with the sirens) being the only ones truly able to speak it fluently. The remaining species, when trying to learn Angelic, use a variant known as Lesser Enochian (another remnant of a long-gone Wanderer), which has far less warbling.
It is known as the most beautiful language in existence, and sirens take great pleasure in reciting Angelic poetry to honoured guests. Demons, on the other hand, delight in their dialect, Infernal (which has its own set of sub-dialects), as a method of mocking those without sufficiently high ranges of hearing to catch their words. Angels prefer pretending they do not have to share their language with two other species, and insist their dialect is the only 'true' one.
Ghoulish:
As languages go, Ghoulish is a mess. It has a basis of shifter-speak, with a dash of Cescereli, some elven, a remarkable amount of Goddish, vampiric to taste, and what might actually be the original human tongue, or perhaps ancient ghoulish.
It came of the Lich-Queen of Ceredell (yes, you do note the Cescereli Cere being mixed with the trade-tongue Dell) wanting to cut her ties to humanity. As a tribute to the people who visited her coronation (I'm currently writing this story up now, so spoiler alert for the Lich-Queen!), she named her capital after the spirits, made shifter-tongue the national language, devoted a quarter of every mortal city to the Gods, industrialised the blood-substitute industry for the vampires, and offered free and safe immigration for all the above species.
The result was... This. Ghoulish growls and snaps and whistles and bounces of the walls like it's high on booze-berry. It technically uses the trade-tongue alphabet, but with each letter having indentations and inflections, it might as well be its own language.
Well, that's about it! I'm sorry to anyone who made it this far, that's 5 minutes of your life that you're not getting back. I could talk endlessly on my world building, but I try to obey the principle of Show, not Tell. Next up, Geography!!!
#wordbuilding#writeblr#my writing#writing#creative writing#writerscommunity#writing community#fantasy#spilled ink#writer stuff#conlang#fictional language#Me when I write articles about my writing instead of actually finishing my 50 wips#Triworld
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Oh hey, I've gotten a few followers/mutuals, so I guess it's time for a pinned intro post?
Demographic info (because it gives context to my words): Early 40s white fat cis queer poly pagan woman living in the wet corner of North America. My nearest and dearest are almost all trans/non-binary.
Personal (public facing): I'm an Aziraphale-coded hobbit. Like, so cozy and wholesome you might want to puke. I rewatch just the first disc of the LOTR extended edition because I love the Shire so much. I drink Earl Grey with milk and one sugar. (Or a good scotch, cause every Aziraphale needs a little bit of Crowley inside them, right Sheenie?) I read mainly historical fiction, especially anything set in (actual, not fantasy) medieval Europe and I was at one point a medieval music history nerd. I wear cozy sweaters. I love rain on ferns and April flowers. I make soup with things I've tended and harvested. I work a Wholesome AF job. I unironically hug trees. I'm deeply in love with the world.
Personal (in private): I'm deeply kinky. I'm primarily a Sensual Sadist with a significant Dominant streak. I often play as a Panther. I absolutely love consensual violence, and get great joy from hurting people who want me to hurt them. I've only really given myself permission to be that in the last year or so.
Fandoms: I fell in love with Good Omens in 2000 when a college roommate gave it to me. It was genuinely the funniest, greatest thing I had ever read, and I evangelized about it to anyone who would listen. S1 of the show immediately became a comfort show, and it got me through a time of massive loss and upheaval. I put it on when everything was too hard and I needed something that made me feel like everything was going to be OK. S2 - well we're all here still, aren't we? It dropped when I desperately needed One Good Thing for my brain to latch on to as I got through some intense pressure, and boy howdy did it lodge itself in me.
Other fandoms in roughly chronological order: Star Wars (original trilogy made me a child nerd), X-Files (first real social fandom, and intro to fanfic!), Buffy/Angel/Firefly, LOTR, Doctor Who, Torchwood (the only other show I've been driven to write fic for), Sherlock to an extent. OFMD and WWDITS are great fun, though not obsessions.
My Writing: Writing Index Here I'm really enjoying writing right now! I don't know how long this ADHD hyperfocus will last, but I'll take it while it lasts. My goal in writing is to challenge myself, create things I'd want to read, and have fun with it (for a definition of fun).
I'm also definitely working on being comfortable expressing the things I like and want and being unashamed about that. I worry too much about how my 😈 side might reflect on my 😇 side, and honestly, these shades of grey lovelies are helping me with that a lot. It's probably why I love writing Dom Aziraphale so much, because he is just so sweet and good and bright, and also a toppy BAMF who can make demons (and their Bentleys) do whatever he wants and wields a flaming sword against Satan himself.
So yeah, every time I make Aziraphale go to a dark place, and then come back again to being a ball of delight, it's helping me create a map that allows me to do the same (to a, you know, somewhat lesser and more reasonable extent). And when others read and like the things that come from the darkest corners of my brain, it makes me feel seen.
Anyway, you made it this far. Here are my cats for tax. Yes, I have one of each of the Kinds of Cats.
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headcanons on brock as a handler (verse: 616):
[tw: mentions of noncon/dub-con, torture, brainwashing, and branding]
about:
I often write Brock as being there when Bucky is first brought into Hydra (whether or not he was with the Soviets first is utp) and playing a major role in breaking him down into a compliant soldier. He's perfectly comfortable with torture and deprivation and even enjoys it at times, but always for a purpose. He's very results-oriented and will never punish without a reason or just because he feels like it. He's always thought it was rather short-sighted of Hydra to use one of their greatest weapons as a punching bag when he was capable of being so much more. He even thinks reward works a bit better than punishment in some instances, although he's careful to keep that in check lest Hydra start to think he's going soft. If that makes him a more effective handler than most, it's not his fucking fault that everyone else is so incompetent.
Please note that I am not into non-con, nor is Brock--if his partner isn't consenting and plainly enjoying themselves, he's out--although I accept this as a potential part of Bucky's history depending on the writer. (Zemo: "He will do anything you want.") In fact, as long as the asset is under his care, he would make a very violent, messy example of anyone who abused him in that way--or at all without a clear reason--because a weapon that traumatized is either unstable or outright fucking useless, and he likes his weapons fully functioning. He'd treat his gun with more respect than some handlers show the Winter Soldier. In more extreme cases, he has branded his assets with a skull and crossbones to keep anyone who doesn't outrank him from touching them. He does not, however, make a lot of distinction between consent and dub-con (i.e., a brainwashed person isn't capable of real consent), so an asset like 616 Bucky, who had enough clarity to run full undercover missions and fall in love with a Widow, wouldn't pose an issue for him. (Obviously, I don't share his views. Uninformed consent is not consent. Please don't burn me at the stake.)
Decades later, after the Skull is gone and Bucky has escaped, Brock doesn't have a lot of fondness for the Winter Soldier program. It's such a massive fucking waste of resources. It takes an incredible amount of time and dedication to break down a human far enough to make and keep them compliant. It took decades with Barnes, and he still required regular memory wipes and cryo. There are far more effective ways to make loyal soldiers, and loyalty is everything to Brock. However, it did often form an inexplicable bond between him and the asset, since even Rumlow isn't capable of spending that much time with someone, putting that much effort into shaping them, and even to an extent establishing a kind of trust between them, without getting attached. He tortured and protected and worked with the assets sometimes for decades; they made him who he is almost as much as he made them, and he's often still protective and possessive of them after the fact.
note:
If you’ve ever spent more than thirty seconds plotting with me, you know I’m not married to any particular canon, even my own. These ideas are a starting place for anyone who wants to write canon or OC asset muses with Brock, but they're by no means the last word on it. The fun is in the collaboration.
#bio#headcanon#verse: 616#tw: noncon#tw: dubcon#tw: torture mention#tw: brainwashing#tw: guns#tw: branding#tw: toxic relationships
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Hey, I don't remember if you're taking requests but I'd like to make one 😉. About a few weeks ago you wrote that mind-blowing post with some reasonable questions about the Pre&Post-Ludendorff/North Yankton Era, and they're stuck in my head even since. So I wanna ask you to pick some you're most interested in and guess the answers in the form of headcanons or little fanfics, as you wish. I'm so curious about your theories
Aah tysm! I’m really trying to get better at writing so I’m always taking requests! So feel free to send anything in at any time ✨
I did a few headcanons for some of the questions and then a short little fic at the end if that’s ok!
*TW: slight child abuse mention
[Word Count: 1429]
Was Amanda close with her family?
-Not necessarily family of the year, but I do think they had a decent enough relationship that she and Michael would take the kids to visit them or she’d call them to complain about Michael being gone for long periods time
Did they know about what Michael did?
-yes, to an extent. They knew he made his money illegally, but Mandy never just spelled out the fact that he was a drug smuggling, prostitute ring running bank robber. They didn’t approve of whatever Michael did, but they appreciated that he made enough money that Amanda was finally able to stop stripping and could stay home with the kids.
Do they still think Michael is dead? Did she cut all contact with them when they left for Los Santos? Or was Dave comfortable enough to let Michael and Amanda tell their families what was happening?
-I don’t think, for any reason, that Trevor would have ever met or known where Amanda’s family lived or how to get in contact with them. Dave’s main goal was to make sure anyone who could cause problems (ie Trevor) thought that Michael was dead. So I feel that Amanda may have vaguely told her parents what was happening before she and her family were moved to Los Santos. And as for Michael, I don’t feel like he’s spoken to any member of his family since he left home and started on his path of crime.
Did Brad have family? A mother or father? A girlfriend? Someone else besides Trevor who would have missed him? Someone who Dave also had to sell the lie, that he was in prison, to? If he did have family, were they ever told he was killed?
-Short answer: no. I feel like Trevor was really all Brad had in the world.
Long answer: while he may have had “girlfriends” (or girls that thought they were his girlfriend) in a lot of the towns they passed through, I don’t think he had anyone who would have noticed he was gone. For some reason I have this headcanon that he grew up in foster care, but not with a good family (more than likely an abusive couple, with more children than they could handle, that they kept solely for the paychecks). Maybe Dave found their info after having Brad buried in “Michael’s” grave, but when he showed up on their doorstep they didn’t even remember who Brad was until Dave showed them a picture. To which they responded that they always knew that’s how he’d end up.
Did Trevor try to call Amanda? Did he finally get away from the cops, have a second to breathe, and make his first order of business calling her house to tell her Michael was “dead”? Did she answer? Did she have to fake grief? Did she blame him? Or did the phone just ring? Did it go to voicemail? And did he have to sit in some shitty motel, grieving alone, and knowing full well Amanda would blame him for this? Or was he too afraid and broken to even try to reach out?
-do I think Trevor tried to call Amanda? Maybe. Michael meant more to Trevor than anything, and while he and Amanda don’t get along the greatest there are little hints in game that they used to be friends too. So, if he thought he could, I feel like maybe Trevor tried to reach out? But that either Dave had moved Amanda and the kids as soon as Michael had left out for the Ludendorff score and she wasn’t there to answer the phone. Or, she knew he’d call and despite knowing that Michael was obviously still alive, the fact that they had to uproot their whole life (something she partially blamed Trevor for) had her so mad that she couldn’t even make herself answer when he called for fear of slipping up and giving everything away.
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He’s finally stopped running. Maybe an hour ago, maybe two, maybe ten. He’s not sure anymore. But he hasn’t moved an inch since he’d checked into this shitty little motel. He’s sitting on the floor, gun in hand as he faces the door and waits for the police to kick it in. His heart hasn’t stopped pounding and his hands still shake while his throat stings from the cold he’d run through and his eyes burn with unshed tears.
It was all gone. He’s still not sure what exactly had happened or how exactly they’d gotten caught. It didn’t matter though. It was all over now. Brad would be on his way to a federal penitentiary if he survived his wounds. And Michael-.. Michael was gone. It hurts him to even think about it. Michael had meant everything to him for years. But now-.. Now he was gone.
He keeps replaying it in his head. The car crash, taking off on foot, Brad getting shot. Michael had gone to help, while he had ducked for cover. Was he wrong for that? Should he have gone back? Should he have tried harder to watch Michael’s back? It had all happened so fast. If Michael hadn’t been so set on “sticking to the plan”, if he hadn’t stood up like an idiot after going back for Brad, if he hadn’t made himself a fucking target then maybe he wouldn’t be-
He’s crying now, no longer bothering to fight back his sobs and heart broken wails as he mourns his best friend. Michael was dead, and Brad may be too, and Trevor feels it’s all his fault.
The hours pass and no police come pounding on his door. But the relief of escape is far outweighed by his grief. He thinks of jobs they’ll never go on, of nights out drinking that felt like they’d never end, of how fearless and untouchable he’d felt from the moment he and Michael had joined forces. But then he thinks about a future alone, about Michael’s dying words urging him to run, about how cowardly he feels for running instead of dying alongside his friends.
In a moment of clarity, through his own misery, Trevor thinks of Michael’s family. He thinks of how Amanda always cursed at him when he and Michael left on scores- how she always shouted about how Trevor “better watch out for him” and how she’d kill him if anything happened to Michael. He thinks of Tracey and Jimmy, and how they’ll grow up without Michael. And he blames himself for it all.
With legs trembling beneath him from hours of running, Trevor pushes to his feet and stumbles to the motel phone. His hand rests on the nicotine stained plastic while his fingers tremble. Lester’s incessant worrying fills his thoughts- warnings about a landline being traced to his location. But really, he doesn’t care anymore. So what if he gets caught? So what if he dies? What’s he got to live for now anyways?
He dials Michael’s home phone- a number he’d memorized years ago when Michael had finally settled down and bought that used little trailer for him and his family. The line rings and rings. And with every dull trill of the line Trevor feels himself growing sicker. Michael was his best friend. And despite how the already shaky friendship between he and Amanda had soured over the years he owes it to her to let her hear the news from him instead of from police knocking on her door or on the six o’clock news.
But the line continues to ring until the droning buzz of the answering machine meets his ears. He freezes. He’d been terrified to talk to her but the idea of leaving such crushing news as a message on some machine is just something he can’t make himself do. He slams the phone down on the receiver instead. The relief he feels is almost sickening. At least he can say he tried.
He thinks of Brad next. Michael had said he’d be ok. But really, there was nothing to say he’d lived. He considers calling…someone. But really, other than him, Brad had no one. He had “girlfriends” in almost every town they stopped at, and he’d mentioned once or twice the foster family he’d stayed with until he was sixteen- the family he’d run away from after years of abuse. He had no one. No care if he was ok. No one to care if he was alive. And no one to care if he was dead.
And now, neither did Trevor.
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Given what Matt said, that Clara didn't know the extent of the abuse and was comfortable taking Thoreau's word for everything, there's a lot of context that changes about Beau's situation because just. Take the letter for example. Who tells their daughter in writing that they've achieved "their greatest desire" in having a baby boy except someone who's sending a birth notice to a distant family member of obligation? It wasn't gloating, it was Thoreau probably telling Clara that Beau wanted to leave, that she'd always begged to take the wine and go somewhere else and now she's done it and he can't be the bad guy anymore so he hopes she learns some discipline at the monastery and it's best to let her go.
Beau tells her straight up, "sorry to barge in, I know you wanted to keep me at a distance from the family and we won't be long" and Clara looks stunned at first. It takes her until the middle of Beau's next sentence to cut in with "no no no no, stay as long as you like." And from there she just. Asks about Beau's friends? Pays attention in her awkward way?
There's no denying Clara was complicit to a degree with the way Beau was treated, but Matt saying she didn't know how far it went... Man, it's the responsibility of a parent to take care of their child and that more than includes shielding them from the other parent. I'm not saying Clara didn't fail Beau many times in many ways. But I see all of these interactions in a new light because whatever Thoreau told her, it didn't involve her even trying to reach out except to tell her about TJ. Beau has no reason to believe Clara didn't know everything, that she wasn't agreeing Beau deserved everything that happened. But that letter was specified as from her mom. Not her parents. We don't even know if Thoreau knew she sent it, though it's a good guess that he did and let it happen. He can't seem unreasonable, after all. He's very good at appearing to be a wonderful husband outside of whatever glimpses Clara got of his abuse and didn't follow up on.
Clara isn't blameless. But she is trying here, and the first time I watched it seemed like another layer of gaslighting because we assumed, right, that she knew and allowed everything. Her hugs and her attempts to converse felt duplicitous. But though she didn't investigate when she should have, the end result is still that she didn't know. It was too hard for her, the possibility that Thoreau wasn't who he said he was, and though it was cowardly to keep ignoring it I am deeply fascinated by the way she interacts with Beau and the Nein, the way she brings TJ to meet his sister even as she's not sure how to navigate this situation.
What did Clara think happened here? And what did she think after seeing Beau hold herself together in a way she never had? Was she surprised, I wonder, when the evidence of what he did came to light? Or had she already put things together and left with TJ by then?
#I've got more thoughts but I need to get through the rewatch first#Need quotes etc#Beauregard Lionett#C2 rewatch#Kamordah#Clara Lionett
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mun ask meme: dash commentary, fanon interpretations, another rpc you're no longer part of
send a number for me to talk about one of the following topics . accepting
1. dash commentary
I'm mostly... Neutral about it, I guess? I don't engage in this practice at all simply because I do not favor rapid-fire / crack interactions (I always felt that being iconless contributed to this, haha - I just prefer asks and threads over this type of activity). What I will add is that participating in dash comm once landed me in one of the very few cases of 'drama' pertaining to roleplay, and I'm just doing fine without reacting to stuff I see.
(Also I think it's complicated to follow - sometimes I just see part of the thing the commentary is about and without context I simply Do Not Get It, so I just keep quiet, haha.)
2. fanon interpretations
I like to see them around! While I am personally canon-compliant to the extent possible with a lot of headcanons to get all the canon stuff together, I do enjoy reading about other's perceptions of certain events/characters or even plotlines. I will say that I am more interested/favor those that are created in a canon vacuum where they just elaborate upon/create things to explain a given canon event or further detail things that are not shown in-game altogether.
I tend not to follow / interact with severely canon-divergent portrayals of certain muses (particularly on my canon blog) if they vastly disagree with something I (as a fan) see differently, haha. This is less common on Melissa, but it has happened with my other blorbos.
The last thing I have to say on the topic is that it's never comfortable when you're in the minority of the fandom - I can vouch for this for both Akiyama and Cid in their fandoms. Going by the tags, I just keep finding stuff from the RGG and FFXVI fandoms that I just cannot agree with and it makes me steer away from the blogs that actively incorporate that in their portrayals (not that it matters now because I'm not active, but shhhh). I won't go in detail and I think everyone has their own space to create their children as they see fit, but sometimes it can be lonely when you feel you're the single one supporting a given take, haha.
3. another rpc you're no longer a part of
I am technically still in a lot of them because Melissa makes my head full of contradictory stuff being fandomless, but I will try to narrow it down to two particularly niche rpcs where I saw certain trends that made me a bit frustrated.
RGG is the first one - I was weirdly surprised by the amount of OCs with RGG verses that appeared to just ignore the franchise dynamics (or even the irl thing, for that matter) by establishing immensely powerful characters that would not fit in a world that is already so ridiculously populated with over the top, invincible types. It was either another criminal lord that could rival the Tojo at a stupidly young age or someone with ties to certain canon muses that would have been affected by the existence of these relatives / connections. It just made me very frustrated because nothing about it felt real (granted I know Kiryu fought tigers inside Osaka-jo with his bare hands and that 'realism' in RGG can be a bit of a stretch but I like to be as close as I can to the sources haha).
Another rpc that surprised me in a way was Path to Nowhere - it didn't really flourish and I imagine it's because the game is very niche and small compared to other gachas, but I truly expected more people to be writing about the game lore and trying to dissect the story. it's one of the greatest things about it, literally every player will tell their friends about how good and insanely well-crafted the storytelling is... And yet I don't see it in the rpc. We got more bits of story added in and I just don't see anything about it being expanded. It felt like a very... Superficial rpc with the exception of a few blogs, and largely inactive, haha. I get that not owning a certain character can lock you out from certain profiles/interrogations, but they're available online. I just... Don't know. For a game that creates such an interesting 20 minutes into the future scenario with superpowers, I find the writers very unwilling to explore the canon we have. I wished people yelled more about their thoughts.
#backwaterscum#munday prompts#replied#I sound salty#maybe I'm just too sore from the gym#and it turned me into a salty person 8D#ANYWAY ENJOY me rambling without any purpose I guess
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thoughts on azriel and mors relationship?? i didn’t love how mor was accused of “leading him on” for 500 years when she literally didn’t express interest as far as i can see. like he made her so uncomfortable she felt she couldn’t come out to what is supposedly her closest family. and i don’t see a lot of people talking about this aspect, i feel like it’s pretty ignored as a fandom.
i see it from both sides but first, lets establish the facts:
Azriel had a crush on Mor
Mor wanted to lose her virginity to one of the greatest Illyrian warriors, took one look at Cassian and knew he would be - and he was kind. She didn't pick Azriel because she knew he had a crush on her.
Cassian knew Azriel had a crush on Mor. He hated the thought of his brother not being just his and Rhys' anymore so ruined it for Azriel
Mor gets dumped in Autumn and Azriel finds her. He tries to confess his feelings and:
Azriel thought I deemed him unsuitable. He started to confess what he felt, and I panicked, and … and to get him to stop, to keep him from saying he loved me, I just turned and left.
We know that Mor uses Cassian as a buffer and it makes Azriel uncomfortable (e.g. the foot rub). She sleeps with men (and secretly women) which makes her feel terrible. Mor also tells Feyre that Azriel has had his fair share of lovers too so it's unfair to say Azriel has simply pined for 500 years.
So that's where we are at with this weird scenario. Apart from in ACOMAF when both Mor and Rhys joke that it drives Cassian crazy that he never got to sleep with her again.
Okay, so Mor's perspective:
She is not into him. She uses Cassian to express that. She sleeps with men like Helion to also express that. It's pretty clear that - from Azriel's perspective - that Mor is into men too. She is tactile with him, touching him, she shows concern etc but also does the same for Cassian - but not to the same extent. If anything, Mor is more tactile with Cassian. I don't think it's leading him on though as she's not saying "hey, come to my bed, oh wait no sorry not tonight".
Azriel's perspective:
He tried to tell Mor his feelings at a very emotional moment and she just walked off rather than facing them. He believes he is unworthy of her. Mor says herself "I could peel off my clothes right in front of him and he wouldn’t move an inch. He’ll see himself as a bastard-born nobody, and not good enough for anyone. Especially me." In all those years since, Azriel still has not told Mor his feelings because he thinks he's unworthy.
If we say this whole farce is not down to SJM's messy writing and sloppy retcons... What irks me is that Mor knows that Azriel thinks he's not worthy of her. He thinks that's the only reason. She lets him believe that because its more comfortable for her to do that. I don't think at any point she has led him along and it worries me that after 500 years he's been unable to pick that fact up. It's strange that after 500 years of Mor choosing to cuddle up to Cassian and have foot rubs from him, that Azriel is still interested in her. (But I think a lot of it is due to the rushed retcons).
Mor has not had that conversation for a reason. It could be that - as we've seen in canon - she gets spooked by Azriel's temper. Fair enough. But she also is selfish about it.
I’m petrified to face him —to tell him he’s spent five hundred years pining for someone and something that won’t ever exist. The potential fallout … I like things the way they are.
Mor is scared to tell him she's not into him but not because of something he might do to her, but she likes the situation now. This reads to me as she likes Cassian and Azriel both fussing after her. She caused waves between Cassian and Nesta because she knew her buffer wouldn't be hers. She doesn't want Azriel to dote on another woman and her not be the only one e.g. I don't want him, but nobody else can have him.
Mor does not owe anybody. She doesn't need to come out. However, after 500 years, she is still living a lie. She is not comfortable coming out to the family that we are told is a court of dreamers and they're all amazing and such good people!!! So why can't she? Will they reject her? Will they punish her? Is she scared of the wider reaction from the court? Like I don't understand why she hides a relationship with women from the inner circle. Hiding it from the court, yeah okay, I can imagine the Illyrians would be horrible to her. If she is that scared of Azriel's reaction to her liking women then maybe he shouldn't be in their inner circle??? Does she think they won't be on her side and would support him instead?? Then again, they all know Azriel has a crush on Mor and not one of them has stepped into say she's not into him, Cassian is happy to make Azriel hurt by his flirtatious actions with Mor rather than saying "my brother, she doesn't want you".
It all boils down to sloppy, lazy writing. It makes Mor look like a selfish bitch and Azriel a completely unhinged weirdo. It also shows the IC is really not very close to each other.
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Pangolin
Media IRL
Character Thomas Brodie Sangster
Couple Thomas X Reader
Rating Sweet + Fluff
Concept Anxiety
Requested
Is there any possible way you could write and imagine on TBS where the main character has a bit of social anxiety and doesn’t know how to tell him that they have feelings for him?
"So what's her name again?" I asked as I worked on my hair
"Y/n. She's Lisa's sisters work friend but they don't work in the same office it's weird" jack explained from his seat on my bed
"Right." I nodded a little nervously. I don't particularly like dating at all. It's not exactly fun. Especially when you're in your thirties, most women my own age are desperate to get married and have kids, I had a woman say she only goes out with guys who've paid off their mortgage the other week.
"It'll be great, we wouldn't have arranged this if we thought you weren't going to like each other. She's just your type and your perfectly hers" he explained "honestly how you hadn't already found each other and fallen deeply in love kinda surprised us"
"She does sound nice, everything you've told me sounds really good"
I finished up getting ready and jack wished me well and headed home so I did a final check and locked up the house getting into my car and driving across town to the address I had been given it was actually a really cute little house but it looked almost completely shut up like knowone was there. I didn't want to text or call I felt kinda rude so I got out and headed to the door, no door bell, so I shrugged giving it a firm few knocks. For a moment no answer even if I could tell there was a light on Inside so I knocked again a little louder maybe she was upstairs getting ready but the door opened quickly.
She was just as jack had described her in a sweet black dress and jacket with her bag in hand
"Hi"
"Hi, y/n right?"
"Umm humm" she nods
"Great, I was worried I had the wrong house for a moment, Thomas" I smiled offering my hand she took it even if she seemed a little worried. "So shall we?"
She nods locking up her house and following me to the car I opened the door for her and she blushed a little as she climbed in. I climbed in too and started off towards the restaurant, we didn't speak much and she seemed to be holding her handbag strap really tightly like noticeably tightly. But I didn't mention it. I parked up and got the door for her leading her inside. I spoke to the hostess and we were quickly taken to our table and we each got a drink.
She seemed to kinda burry her head in the menu a little bit almost to the extent I could barely even see her but then again the lighting is pretty dim and some of this writing is pretty small so I didn't mention it. We spoke back and forth about things for a while until we ordered and they took the menus away, it was then I noticed in the quiet as I sipped my drink she seemed to be, kinda picking at her nails nervously, looking out the window, constantly adjusting the glass, the knife, the napkin. Eventually our food came and for a few short moment here and there it was really fun, we laughed and chatted but it was always kinda stopped again as if she wanted to continue but found it impossible to get her words out the little things continued the whole time we had dinner small little things she clearly was doing out of nervousness.
And I felt compelled to speak up
"Uhh y/n? Are you comfortable?"
"Oh I'm sorry. Really I am. I just…"
"What is it? I'm not making you uncomfortable am I?"
"No! No you've been ever so sweet Thomas. I'm sorry I told Lisa this wouldn't be a good idea." She says "I'm so sorry. I just… I'm not great in social situations. A Lot of anxiety. Like really really bad social anxiety."
"Oh, that's okay I'm not the greatest social either." I reassured her
"That's sweet, but really I have alot of fear and anxiety with this sort of thing. I don't even go out to get groceries anymore. And I work from home."
"Oh … really?"
"Yeah, I'm sorry it's not anything you've done you've been ever so sweet, but… I don't know."
"If your anxiety is that bad, if you don't mind me asking why did you agree to come out tonight?"
"I wanted to try and push myself. That and from what they said you seemed really nice, and honestly I am really enjoying being here with you under the layers of fear" she explained
"I like being here with you too. Well, I don't mind maybe dialing it back if that would make you feel more comfortable, maybe next date we could go to a movie somewhere quiet, dark, less people around?' I suggested
"You'd want to see me again? Even if-"
"Of course, you've been lovely and I would really like to see you again if … you want to see me again?"
"I would like to" she nods even if you could tell she was struggling a little to push herself "I just don't want to be any trouble"
"It won't be, I'm sure while you get more comfortable we can work around things," I told her "would you like me to order us some ice cream?"
She smiled and nodded.
I sat in the garden enjoying the sunshine but keeping an eye on the time,
"So how's it going with you and y/n?" Jack asks as he brought me a lollipop
"Good, you know you could have told me about the social anxiety do bad she can't get on a bus?"
"Is it that bad?"
"Yeah, did you not know?"
"I knew she was bad didn't think she was that bad? Soo bad then?"
"No, your right we are very well suited to each other we've been out a few times together, just have to be delicate with her I don't mind helping her out. I really like her she's so sweet." I explained "going out tonight actually"
"Oh where? Where does one take a social anxiety person in a date?"
"I found this little BBQ place they have little Booths you shut the door in and then sit and BBQ you own food on a hot plate in the centre of the table. I figured that would be good for her." I explained
"Hu smart."
"You know when she's not scared, she's really sweet and cute. We talk alot on the phone too I was up with five am yesterday just chatting with her. It is a little more work then someone who doesn't have anxiety but she's worth it. She really is worth it" I smiled just then my phone went off but jack grabbed it making me roll my eyes and continue with my lollipop before it melted
"You have a texted from pangolin? What the hell and who the hell is that?"
"That's y/n" I answered snatching the phone back "she's a cute little pangolin"
"What the hell is a pangolin? What's wrong with every other cute pet name in existence?"
"Because she is a pangolin. We went to the zoo and saw them. They are most active at night. Their adorable, their endangered, and when they feel threatened they physically roll themselves into balls of anxiety to protect themselves."
"...okay yeah that it pretty fitting." He laughed
"Yeah I thought so too, I got her a plush after we went to the zoo"
"Ohh god. Did you re mortgage your house buying things from a zoo gift shop?"
"No, I bought one on Amazon while we were looking at the fish and it was at her house by the time we got home she was so happy she cuddles it everytime we call now"
"You too are adorable."
I sat a little nervous checking my phone over and over, she was late. I had been seeing y/n alot lately and talking non stop, we'd been on a lot of dates now and things were going really well working around her struggles while still encouraging her to try to slowly come out of her comfort zone. But I know tonight I was intentionally kinda pushing it. Can't swim if you don't get in the water right, nothing too massive! Not like I was gonna throw her in the ocean or anything, but you know maybe time to come out the paddling pool into the hot tub, normally this place wouldn't even be on our list of considerable locations due to how busy and popular it can be, but she would love their food and their deserts so I wanted to take her. At first she was excited but then that little anxiety bug started to eat away at her slowly nibbling away since I brought it up. Now I sat waiting watching the clock, five minutes, ten minutes, fifteen all within a word from her. I was actually really worried I'd tried to hard. Pushed her too much. When my phone went off and I saw her per name as well as the little emoticon and I sighed a little in relief. Maybe she just got caught in traffic or something.
'I'm so sorry Thomas. I hate standing you up like this. I really should have said earlier. I know you're trying and I thank you for trying but I just can't do it. It's all just too much and today's been really rough so much so I can't even process the thought of leaving the house, I understand if that means you don't want to see me anymore, as I know it's hard for you to work around my problems, I'm so sorry but I understand if you don't forgive me. I'm sorry again and hope you can still have a nice time without me"
I wanted to cry, I felt awful that I'd made her so anxious that she felt this way. It's my fault I was pushing way to hard. I didn't know what to reply I'd typed a lot but couldn't send anything.
But I got an idea, I abandoned the table and got the food we were going to order as well as a bunch of their ice cream and deserts all to go in little boxes, headed out to my car and I stopped at the fuel station grabbing a couple bottles of her favorite wine, some chocolate and a little bundle of flowers all they had where some little daffodils but that was nice. I drove to her house and knocked on the door a few times the house shut up as always it took a few rounds of knocking before she answered in her PJ's clearly been crying with her pangolin plush in her arms
"Hi" she says surprised to see me
"Hi, I'm sorry. I pushed you too far. I know you can't help it and I didn't want to make you feel bad, I need to learn to be a bit more considerate of things, maybe plan us a few dates that don't make you anxious. It's not a problem really it's not well get there just takes a little time" I told her
"You mean it?"
"I do" I smiled "I brought the food from the restaurant, maybe we could just have it here?"
"I'd like that" she nods
I finished up with my shirt unable to control my wide smile watching her get dressed into her adorable dress, we had decided to dress up tonight as we often did for our little living room dates, but tonight was different we were going out, for dinner, for ice cream and maybe dancing if she's feeling okay. She looked so sweet in her little dress I couldn't help giving her a cuddle "ummm I'm so proud of my little pangolin"
"Why?" She giggled
"I know this is hard for you, I'm so proud of you"
"I haven't gotten out the door yet Thomas"
"No, but you've made the effort, you had a bath, got dressed, did your pretty make up all with intention to do to it. And I'm proud of you for even just getting this far even if you can't make it out the door. Remember anytime you need a minute, you want to stop, or you wanna go home it's perfectly fine just let me know" I told her giving her a little kiss
"I want to try and be out all night"
"And I proud of you for wanting to but it's okay if you struggle and want to come home it's no trouble. No trouble if my little pangolin needs time in her ball"
I made sure to hold her hand as much as I could as we left her house and got in the car heading to the restaurant, I know she was nervous holding her handbag as we waited so I made sure to keep her close till we got to our table I ordered my drink and I was going to do hers as I usually did but she squeezed my hand and was brave enough to do it herself, and the waiter left us with the menus to get our drinks so I smiled and kissed her hand "proud of you my little pangolin. You brave enough to order your dinner to or?"
"No."
"Okay no problem, what do you want?"
We got our drinks and I ordered for us both and we chatted a little while we waited and often she was fiddling with her little fidget toy I bought her to keep her hand busy so she doesn't sit picking her nails or moving cutlery around, all it really was, were two rounded balls with enough magnetic material inside they always stayed connected Allowing her to sit them in her hands and move them across her fingers as she flipped them one side to the other she'd gotten so use to it now she didn't need to look at it anymore. "Can I?' I asked and she handed them over so I had go with them and it was really relaxing and kinda Hypnotic "I think I should have got myself a set of these"
"Thomas?" She asks nervously and I noticed I had been playing with it for like ten minutes leaving her without her anxiety toy
"Ohh sorry" I laughed giving her it back "I think I need a set of them"
"They are calming" she smiled "well you keep stealing my slime at home"
"That's true. It smells like marshmallows, it's really nice."
"And you broke my metal toy"
"I didn't break your metal toy. It was a metal puzzle, that you used as a fidget toy. I didn't break the toy I solved the puzzle"
"Now I have two bits of metal. Useless." She giggled
"I'd put it back if I could figure out how I solved it"
We had our dinner and went and got ice cream even if we had to line up for a while for it she got a little anxious but nothing a tight hand hold and some head kisses couldn't fix. We decided against dancing as the place seemed to definitely not be our kinda vibe tonight so we headed to the park and found a bench to sit on to watch the ducks, "I'm really proud of you tonight y/n. You did really good. I think we're figuring out ways we can make little nights like this work"
"I think so too" she smiled leaning on my shoulder
"Awww hi" I smiled kissing her head
"Hi" she smiled "thomas?"
"Yeah?"
"I really like you" she smiled
I kinda got teary, the whole time we'd know each other she'd never said that always too anxious to say anything like that to me, honestly we only really fiddled and kissed because of how long we'd been seeing each other it naturally just started happening, I'd never heard her say that she actually liked me.
"I really like you too" I smiled
"Did maybe … you wanna be my boyfriend?"
"Awwww of course I do." I smiled hugging her tightly
"You thought you already were, weren't you?"
"I assumed I was. But it's nice to hear you say it after all this time" I cooed "I love you y/n my little anxiety ridden pangolin" I smiled quietly as to not scare her
he turned bright red and for a moment I worried I'd pushed to far but she smiled and gave me a kiss
"Love you more" she giggled
#tbs#thomas brodie sangster#thomas sangster#tbs smut#thomasbrodiesangster#tbs imagine#tbs imagines#thomas sangster imagine#thomas brodie sangster imagine#thomas brodie sangster smut
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To my darling husband, Wrench,
I hope this letter finds you well and wrapped in warmth. As I sit down to pen my thoughts, I am overwhelmed with gratitude for having you by my side, a constant pillar of strength and source of unwavering support.
First and foremost, I want to express my deepest appreciation for your presence during the challenging times, especially during my hospitalization. Your support became my anchor in the storm, providing solace and reassurance when I needed it most. Your caring nature and the way you handled everything with grace made a significant impact on my recovery.
Reflecting on those days in the hospital, I am reminded of the countless instances when your love became a healing force. Thinking of your visits brought comfort to sterile surroundings, transforming the cold hospital room into a haven of warmth. Your thoughtful gestures, whether it was bringing my favorite snacks or sharing uplifting stories, infused joy into those seemingly monotonous days.
Your ability to navigate through difficult moments with such compassion is a testament to the depth of your character. I felt your love as a soothing balm, easing the pain and fear that often accompany moments of vulnerability. It was in those moments that I realized the true extent of your love – not just in words, but in the genuine care and effort you put into ensuring my well-being.
I am truly touched by the countless acts of kindness you showered upon me, from holding my hand during medical procedures to patiently listening to my fears and concerns. Your reassuring presence turned what could have been an isolating experience into a shared journey, and for that, I am eternally grateful.
Beyond the challenges of illness, I want to express my gratitude for the everyday moments where your love shines brightly. It's in the gentle gestures, like a comforting hug or a cute joke, that I find solace. Your ability to make the ordinary extraordinary with your love is something I cherish deeply.
I admire the way you effortlessly prioritize my well-being, showing me that love is not just a word but a series of thoughtful actions. Your selflessness and dedication to my happiness create a sense of security that is priceless. In your company, I have found a sanctuary where I am accepted wholeheartedly, flaws and all, I know I don't need to be perfect around you for you to love me.
As I navigate the ups and downs of life, your unwavering support is a source of strength that propels me forward. Your encouragement has been a driving force, pushing me to reach for my dreams and overcome obstacles. In your belief in me, I find the courage to face challenges head-on, knowing that you are by my side.
Our shared journey is adorned with countless memories – both big and small, bad and good. Each moment spent together is a precious thread that weaves a story of love, resilience, and companionship. I adore the way you find joy in the simple pleasures of life, reminding me to appreciate the beauty that surrounds us.
I want to express my deepest gratitude for your love, your time, and your presence. You are more than a hisband; you are my confidant, my ally, and my greatest source of comfort. Through your love, I have discovered the profound beauty of connection, and for that, I am endlessly thankful.
I am saddened that I cannot be around at the moment to show you endless supply of love and affections as I normally would but I wanted to at least write this letter to let you know how much I appreciate everything you do.
Thank you for being the anchor in my storm, the light in my darkness, and the never ending support that pushes me forward. I look forward to many more shared moments and creating a future filled with love, laughter, and endless adventures
With all my love,
Kaden
Divider by @/Cafekitsune
#I am feeling bummed out. going to Ottawa fell through as my daughter and probably me soon has COVID.#So I wanted to write something nice to my husband as he was in my thoughts a lot through the last few weeks#and he's in my thoughts now. So I really wanted to write something to show my thankfulness to him#digital hearts
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I loved your Jihae dating hcs, I'm so happy to see people still enjoying this game.
Could you do a prompt where after Jihae wins, Jieun offers to send him back to Earth to be with the mc using the court mages. Would Jihae be able to let Jieun go to be with the mc? And if he does, his reaction to the mc taking him back after being gone for years
Okay so I saw this and fell in love with the idea! I am so happy to hear that you liked my Jihae hcs and it's so nice when I get requests for this and Nameless. Small snippet under the cut, note at the end. Hope you enjoy~
I don't think it was easy for Jiaeh to leave Jieun's side
He would feel guilty, like he doesn't deserve that kindness from Jieun after everything that's happened
It took months maybe even a full year of Jieun pushing for Jihae to finally accept the offer
A part of him is scared there's a chance you'd be angry with him for vanishing suddenly or maybe you've already moved on from him
But the worst thing his mind supplies is the idea that you've forgotten him, that all the time you spent together has been wiped away leaving no room for him to come back
Jieun is who gives him the nudge to take that finally step in finding you again, with a promise that everything will be okay and that no matter what he'll always have a place in the Grass Kingdom
Upon seeing you again Jihae is hit with overwhelming emotions it's this sharp and stinging warmth sweeps over him until its hard to think
He hardly noticed his own body moving, his voice was suddenly calling out and his hand reached for you before he could think
It's not the first time he's hugged you like this but he's never felt more whole then right now
After that there was a lot to talk about, you'd both been so busy over the years yet it felt like nothing had changed between you
He was truly happy that you've been doing well and simarrily it was nice that he had manged to stand on his own again, to find things that made him happy
There's such a sense of fulfillment and joy that comes from you accepting him again and still loving him of course he makes it clear his love for you never vanished either
There's a lot to readjust to, he's spent the past for years working as knight again and helping Jieun become a wonderful king
Thanks to that it's once more ingrained into him that serveing is what he must do but that's not needed anymore
It's almost like having to start over but Jihae is happier with himself, he's more willing to let himself be happy
Being together with you is more than he thought he'd get and Jihae wants to make this second chance with you truly unforgettable
It's been four years since the end of this so-called game. A long four years of hardships and work. Even now it felt strange to see the house so empty no longer was it filled with animals or people instead it was just me. Jiaeh and Jieun had both vanished leaving without a proper goodbye but at least my last memories with Jiaeh had been happy. Jiyeon had been the first to leave after that, it didn't even take a full day before he was gone. Jiwoo was next, giving me thanks before leaving for the mountains to write. I bought his first book recently. Jisoo as expected was the last to go, it seems even if he couldn't remember me he still wanted to make sure I was okay. He still lives nearby and sometimes on my way home I pass by where he works. There's an odd comfort in knowing he's still doing okay.
Since then a lot more has changed as well. Just like me and Jihae had talked about, I continued to pursue my passions and did my best to lead a life I love. To some extent I'm glad the Wizard couldn't grant my wish but it stings knowing he couldn’t just come back. Still I find myself hoping he and Jieun are okay, that back in their kingdom they've found a way to be happy. With that in mind here I was looking at my greatest piece yet, a dandelion already being blown apart by the wind. Seeing it here meant everything to me, after so much work it could finally be here and I just wish Jihae could see it, see me. " Y/n!" Could it really be? A voice I hadn't heard in so long was there and real. The warmth of a hand I was familiar with pulled me close and I was blanketed by that beautiful silver. " Jihae!?"
Well would you look at that! This took me some time even though I was really excited for it. I rewrote it more than once before I was really happy with it but I think it turned out well. Pretty sure this is one of if not the longest thing I've written but I really love Jihae so ya know it was worth it. I hope you liked it and thanks again for requesting! ~ Lilly
#dandelion wishes brought to you jihae#jihae x reader#reader imagine#x reader#reader insert#reader x
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“So, what’s the story about?” - TW:OPT main genre/trope
Hello there!
Welcome to the first entry of this celebration week!
Originally I was going to post this last Saturday or Sunday, however, I had a family problem that kinda drained our emotions, so I pushed it today. I might make another post after this, but we'll see.
For this entry, we're just going to talk about the main trope surrounding TW:OPT and maybe you can learn more about myself in a bit. I've separated this into five parts. Those are:
Magic Academy in a Magical World
Friendship & Family
Angst, Drama & Hurt/Comfort
Earn Your Happy Ending
Romance
If you guys have any questions or want me to elaborate more, feel free to ask. Enjoy reading!
Magic Academy in a Magical World
If I can tell you one silly fact about myself, I'll say this: my favorite Barbie movie is Barbie Princess Charm School.
I always have had a fascination with the magic academy trope or just special academy in general. Do they only learn how to play card games in Duel Academy or also how to design cards? How does the boarding system work with the Sorting Hat? What do the lady royals do once they graduate? Are you saying Fairytopia Elina spend her whole school life just to shoot a ball of blue light? Can we see more of the U.A. High School support class?
These tiny things can make a high school interesting, especially a magic high school that will tie with the world building.
Twisted-Wonderland goes through the same process. While I, like many others, got dragged in because of the twistified Disney villains, soon I was fascinated with the school system: the magic mirror sorting, the happy beans day and wish upon a star event, the fact that Scarabia has a heater controlled by either a magic gem or the fairies, everything about Ramshackle being an abandoned dorm, how many clubs are they, etc.
To this extent, you can ask about the magic system and the world-building: can you do magic with your cellphone, how does one develop their unique magic, how many races are there, how many languages are there, where does ghost come from, what the heck is Grim's species, etc.
So many questions, so few answers. Or I just didn't read enough.
When writing TW:OPT, I was playing it tame because there was already canon. Mostly as a guide on how the timeline will work.
And then I wrote the Ramshackle history and hoo boy I threw canon out of the window. So far, there is no canon lore for Ramshackle Dorm. In the fic, the Ramshackle Dorm is the oldest dorm (along with Pomefiore). However, it was shut down after an incident where someone exploded it.
I guess through time I've become daring.
Worldbuilding like making fan continents that were eventually debunked, headcanons around Queendom of Rose, you know, simple stuff. But then I tried more and more, like the new magic system.
I think that was the point where I just thought "wait, is the rewrite still relevant?" To put it short, I want to rewrite TW:OPT, mostly because I have some pacing issues and some inconsistent plot points. But at the same time I want to give TW:OPT my own flare. However, I feel like, despite claiming I don't have canon divergence, it might be too much. Maybe I'll talk more about the changes between the fic and canon soon.
But the bottom line is, the magical academy is interesting. Night Raven College is interesting. With the various space left, maybe I can just add my own spice. And then I just look in the entire world-building.
Friendship & Family
I am on the camp who is glad that Twisted-Wonderland isn't an otome game. Yana-sensei says that she wants to explore more about the relationship between the boys and I'm so glad about that.
If there's anything I like best in fiction is the sense of brotherhood and sisterhood. As an older sibling myself, I love my brother dearly. So, seeing siblings or friends taking the stand to protect others will always warm my heart.
That's the greatest appeal in Twisted-Wonderland: the beautiful friendship between friends. The bond between Yuu, Grim, Ace, and Deuce. Riddle and Trey bittersweet childhood. Rook and Vil dynamics. Octavinelle mafia vibes. Everything about Kalim and Jamil.
There are so many relationships in this series, even outside your average daily days of (magical) high school boys. I'm always interested in Riddle and his mother's relationship, Leona and his brother's, and even Lilia and Silver. Familial love is fragile. Your parents can claim that they love you, but sometimes their action doesn't speak.
Just for a sec to talk about myself. I came from a simple family. It's not perfect, but cozy. Then 2020 came in and tested us. Now, we're still going through the healing process and there were times when I just stopped and think "Wow, my family is not as good as I thought it was." Fanfiction is my escapism for that warm family I carve. The same goes for friendship. As someone who was bullied for years throughout elementary and middle school, who now has a problem in communication because she doesn't know where to begin and nobody ever taught her how, I want to read those fics with the power of friendship. Seeing the characters having this growing friendship, something that I never had until I grew older, is beautiful. Seeing them navigate through their relationship, solving problems, even fights. Thus, I wrote Jonah with all these relationships: his blooming romance between Riddle and Azul, the respect he gets from Leona, the brotherhood between the first years, Birddad and Spiderson, etc.
I do want to talk more about I do still want to make that Jonah's relationship essay, but for now, this is what I'm aiming for Jonah. To have him bond with as much as he can, or at least be acquaintances with many of the cast. Because that bond will be put to a test.
Angst, Drama & Hurt/Comfort
If you know anything about TW:OPT, you know that it has many, many moments of angst. Perhaps it's my love for tragedy, perhaps it's my need to see my favorite character suffer (I mean, come on, we've been at that pace). But one thing for sure is that I'm eagerly waiting for the happy ending at the end of the tunnel.
When I write TW:OPT the first time, I was trying to stick by the canon game story. Putting aside Jonah Argentum and Birddad Agenda for a sec, you can say the first part of the fic is really a straight adaptation. It was only after reaching Savanaclaw Arc that I decided "Okay, I think we need to change the plot." Mostly, it's because in favor of Jonah and his twisted villain. We all know what happens in the Savanaclaw Overblot battle. Leona disintegrated Joanh's arm, leaving him with a prosthetic arm made by Idia. Why Jonah has to lose his arm? I don't know. Why does Treasure Planet Long John Silver have a cyborg's arm? The actual Long John Silver only missing a leg (oh, and you bet Jonah will be losing his). But it was a delight writing that chapter and the overblot battle in the next.
After that, I told myself that I was going back to the original plan in straight adapting the game story.
But then JonAzul happen and hell went loose.
Octavinelle Arc, to this day, is my favorite arc to write. The many ups and downs, the drama, the tension, the broken friendships, it was fun to write and see the reactions after. The arc is a soap opera, a loose tragedy. But, in the end, it does ends, essentially, in a similar way to canon, the villain loses and the hero wins. However, the angst makes it feels different. But, because I'm the writer, I know that the angst won't last forever because there's always going to be a truly happy ending. And Octavinelle Arc's ending happens in the second part of Scarbia Arc. Octavinelle Arc is a tragedy, but their reconciliation chapter in Scarabia Arc promises a happy ending.
Scarabia Arc on the other hand is kinda tricky. Technically speaking, Scarabia Arc does end on a more bittersweet note even with the Oasis party. Kalim and Jamil would never be the same after the betrayal and you can see Kalim changes in Pomefiore Arc. Scarabia Arc, for me, I would rank as number two if I have to rank between all current storylines (only being beaten by Ignihyde, maybe Diasomnia will follow soon). When adapting Scarabia Arc, I knew this will be a bittersweet ending and I know I can't just finish it with just a single arc. This is the thought process behind Kalim Disappearance Arc. Scarabia Arc set the tragedy, but Kalim Disappearance Arc promises a happy ending.
I guess this is what you call hurt/comfort. The hurt can only work if you are promised comfort in the end (unless you are dedicated to making it hurt no comfort). If you want a happy ending, are you willing to go through the tragedy?
Earn Your Happy Ending
I guess nobody is really questioning why the story in Twisted-Wonderland plays almost like their Disney Movies. It's the nature of adaptation. Twisted-Wonderland is a game where the Disney Villains are anime boys, how can they not make the story based on their movie? Yuu doesn't know why they see the vision of the Great Seven, but we know they are Disney Movies and are just waiting for an in-universe explanation.
When adapting for TW:OPT, I know I have to do something with the Disney vision and tried to think of an in-universe explanation (looking back, I think this was my first instance of diverging from canon). Thus the concept of reincarnation appeared.
You can say this is an adaptation of the time loop theory where time reset when we lost against the overblot monster in the beginning. You are 'cursed' to relive the story you were based on and if you're a villain, you are doomed to lose every time. And in TW:OPT, the worst ending is death and/or overblot.
For this, I did play it straight as seen in the final episode explanation. Riddle is not forgotten like a dream, Jamil is not shackled to his lamp, and Leona and Azul didn't die. But then, what happens? What happens after you cheated your overblot death? What happens after your supposed ending?
It's about redemption, mending the bonds, making your own future, finding courage, and just living. There is hope beyond the tragedy.
Romance
To end this entry, let's talk about romance. As you know and I've said this a lot, I'm not a big fan of romance. But that doesn't mean I dislike romance. If I have to make an illustration, romance is like whipped cream on an ice cream sundae. It's good when it's just a little squeeze.
Though, I think this is a bit complicated. For one, if I'm allowed to go on a bit ramble, In addition, I've never really understood the concept of simping. I understand that you have your favorite character and you ship them with your oc. I do that too. But am I supposed to feel something more than just "wow, this looks cool"? Sure I want a pretty lady to step on me, but is that simping? Do I have to bark every time I see a sexy picture of my favorite boy? And sometimes this does make me feel left out because I just don't understand the appeal.
Opening up for a bit: until this point, I honestly can't figure out my sexual orientation. Maybe I'm aromantic or demiromantic. Or maybe I just haven't found the perfect guy. For now, I'm putting aside romance.
And I think this does reflect my writing and reading taste. While romance is not my big priority right now, that doesn't mean I don't enjoy romance stories. Now, this is something that I always have been confused about me for a while. I like shipping, I like romance fanfic, then why I don't vibe much with 'x reader'? It made me think "Ironic, isn't it?" I guess the simplest explanation is: "I like it when it's someone else romance's story, but I don't necessarily want it to be my romance story."
So, for example, I don't mind reading Vil/Rook fanfic, but I'll have a problem reading Vil/reader. I feel like most will understand. Sometimes the headcanon doesn't fit our expectations, sometimes the reader doesn't reflect us. But I guess for me, I just... I just don't want romance or relationships that much. So, why read something that's supposed to be a, essentially, romance fic that would indulge you in a fantasy when you don't want it?
I've learned through writing TW:OPT that a fic can be a part of someone's self-indulgence, just like how TW:OPT is for me. I can control how the relationship progress and who will end up with who. So if the headcanon or vibes don't fit my preference for the ship, I won't read it. "Don't like don't read".
When reading fanfiction, you kinda expected romance and shipping. And I like that. I love having my plate full of so many great fanfictions, but I have my own tunnel vision. I mean, we all have our favorite fan fiction tropes, right? So, if you can't take the romance out of the equation, just indulged yourself with your favorite tropes.
And if I have to pick one trope to explain the romance in TW:OPT, it'll be the slow burn!
Look, if watching danmei affected me in some way, it's strengthening my love for slow burn stronger.
I love slow burn so much. It's about the pining, the yearning, the 'I like them but I don't think they deserve me', the forehead kiss, the tiny things when their fingers accidentally touch, and the oh so many subtexts.
I can say four pairings that I push for in TW:OPT is a slow burn: Ace/Deuce, Riddle/Jonah, Azul/Jonah, and Jamil/Kalim. Among the four, if I can pick one pair to be canon in the OPTU, it's Ace/Deuce. I adore friends to lovers and idiots in love, and Ace/Deuce fits the bill. Jamil/Kalim is kinda tricky because while I do ship them, I don't think it's the time they got together. One simple apology probably won't fix nearly sixteen years of power imbalance.
Riddle/Jonah and Azul/Jonah, as I said, will be explained soon. But for now, both relationship is in the similar status of Ace/Deuce high school romance with more ups and downs than the Ace/Deuce sweetheart relationship. However, while Azul/Jonah is canon one-sidedly, Riddle/Jonah has a lot of hints as well.
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What drew me to her was her love for Gigi. I also love Gigi, but never to that extent. I admire her dedication and craziness about her, and you can always count on being able to talk to her about Gigi.
Also.... her fics? Wonderful. Gives me the fluffy happy feeling that makes me cry out of joy. Everything she writes is so comforting and heartwarming. She knows what tropes she likes, and how to write something great with them. I could read a hundred high school au fics if you were the one behind them.
Her mind is also very tasty, tastes like strawberry and cream. Always there whenever you need to vent. Or talk about something stupid. She really gets how to talk about dumb things.
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