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lenathekiller · 8 months

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*~Filling the Loneliness~*

A Buggy x gn!reader

Tags: mix of angst, smut and fluff basically, a bit of voyeurism too

A/n: excuse mistakes I'm very rusty at writing but this damn clown has a chokehold on my mind. I wrote this with LABuggy in mind but it could fit Anime buggy as well tbh. The only derogatory word the user is called is sl*t and it's only used once.

Word count: 6683

It was just another day of work, managing the costume shop that you'd come to own somehow. It was a relatively good sized shop, selling a variety of clothing one might use for performances or wear to the masquerade themed parties the town held every week.

Your little costal town had been unofficially deemed a safe space for pirates to come dock without having to worry about being captured for bounty or fought off by other pirates. Hence why the town threw celebrations themed around casting aside one's identity to just enjoy a night of drinking and having fun without a worry for their own safety.

You never cared to attend the celebrations, instead using the time to do trivial tasks around the shop like checking inventory or working on new masks or makeups to sell. You were doing such right now infact.

Behind the counter you sat, working on some paperwork you needed to finish, calculating what had sold best this week compared to last week.

"Welcome in!" You called out when you heard the squeaking of the shop's old door opening, but did not glance up to check whom had come in. "I'll be with you in a moment, feel free to look around and let me know if you need any assistance finding what you need."

Footsteps approached the counter followed by the creaking of someone leaning against the counter across from you. "Actually doll you can help me, I came to get my usual order of things. So where's ole Petey?"

Keeping your eyes still glued to your papers you continued to work as you replied. "That old coot's dead. Died bout 3 weeks ago after drinking himself into a damn stupor and falling into the sea. So I'm in charge of this place now unfortunately, seeing as I was his only employee."

You heard a chuckle "That damn old man. I tried to warn him something would happen but I suppose he got what he deserves after partying too hard even at his old age."

"Got that right. Sure he was a good boss but the bastard drank more than any pirate that visits town." You scoffed finishing up your work and setting it aside. Finally looking up you instantly recognized the man before you. "Now how can I help- oh it's you."

The man stood up straight, fixing his coat proudly with a grin. "I see you know of the Great and flashy Buggy. Of course you would, I mean who wouldn't?"

Placing a hand on your hip as you stood from your seat, smiling back at the Clown pirate. "The boss never seemed to shut up about you, constantly talking about how you were his best customer.... amongst other things I'd rather not repeat."

His face fell a bit at your hinting of the old owner saying less than honorable things about him.

"Don't worry, I never took his rambling of you to heart. He was always a cranky drunkard who'd complain about anything or anyone he could." You reached over and patted Buggy on the shoulder reassuringly, before motioning to the backroom with a thumb. "Thankfully that man made notes about his regulars preferences so I'll be right back. Just gonna go grab em real quick so I can get you what you need without all the hassle of you having to explain your likes and dislikes of products to me."

The tall clown gave a nod, watching you disappear into the back of the shop. Taking the opportunity to glance around at the stock around him, mentally taking note of what had changed since he'd last been here about 3 months ago.

After a few minutes you returned holding his wanted poster, reading the scrawling of notes written on the back of it. "Let's see, looks like you prefer the typical Circus clown makeup, of course long lasting and as smudge proof as possible. Though we don't carry one of these brands anymore...-" You were deep in thought now mumbling as you moved around the shop grabbing the items noted on Buggy's preference sheet.

The said Clown Pirate stood leaning on the front counter, watching you zip around like a little mouse searching for all the usual products he buys. He had to admit you looked quite cute all worked up and focused on your job like that.

"The only thing we don't have from this list is the white face paint, but have no fear my good man for you're in luck." You placed down the small basket of products before him. You gave a small 'boop' to his nose with your finger before proudly crossing your arms. "I happen to make my own white face paint, and am willing to give you my latest batch if your interested."

"Oh really? And just what do you know about clown makeup little shop keep?" He asked you smugly, with a smirk

"A lot more than you think bozo. I was a mime for ten years, hence my fashion sense idiot." You gestured to yourself and your choice of clothing.

He admittedly hadn't really paid attention to what exactly you were wearing, more distracted by your actions and words. Though now he could see you were wearing black pants, that were doing wonders to make your thighs look great, and a oversized longsleeved striped black and white shirt, with some subtle mime makeup. "Huh. I hadn't even noticed."

You stood there silent for a second, before reaching up to pat his cheek a bit mockingly. "It's a good thing your attractive, cause you sure aren't that observant are ya bud?"

The man was thrown off guard at the fact you'd just complimented him, albeit also insulting him along with it. Usually he's the one being somewhat cheeky and flirty to others with no prevail, but here you were just casually complimenting him like it was nothing.

You moved back behind the counter, pulling a container of white paint, a handheld mirror, a few brushes as well as sponges, and a damp rag. "Well here let me show you just what I actually know about clown makeup."

Before Buggy could even process what was going on, you'd already snatched his head off his shoulders, now holding it between your hands. "Hey- Just what do you think your doing?!" He spat out at you in an annoyed tone, head already trying to wiggle free from your grasp.

"Take it easy hot stuff, you're too tall for me to do your makeup if your standing. I'm simply making this easier for both of us." You took a seat in your chair, laying Buggy's head on your lap between your thighs so he was facing upwards. "If you're a good boy who stays still I may even give you treat."

"Forward aren't we? Already putting my head between your legs and I've only just met you. I mean I know I'm flashy and all but I didn't realize I was having such an affect on you babe." He teases as the both of blush a bit at the position your in.

"Oh shut up, fool. Only in your dreams would your head actually be allowed between my legs in such a sinful manner." You cut off any reply he could give by begining to gently wipe the makeup off his face with the damp rag you'd pulled out previously. You made sure not to rub too hard as you scrubbed his face clean, though the red on his nose wasn't coming off at all.

He picked up on your confusion, rolling his eyes and sighing a bit annoyed. "That's not makeup sweetheart. My nose is just naturally big and red."

You smiled sheepishly. "Heh, sorry. I knew it was your natural nose I just didn't think it was naturally red as well."

"Yea yea, crack your jokes now about it so I don't have to hear them later" His eyes were looking elsewhere as he spoke, avoiding your gaze as much as he could.

You paused, looking into his eyes till he eventually gave in, making eye contact with you. "Why would I joke about something you can't control or change about yourself?"

"Cause everyone else does so why wouldn't you as well?" He stated matter of factly, while studying your gaze, seeing a flash of hurt for him in your eyes.

"Well, I'm not everyone else." Shifting your gaze to look at his nose for a second, and smiling faintly as you spoke. "In fact I think it's cute to be honest. Seeing it up close somewhat makes me want to give you a kiss right on it."

Buggy was well and truly lost for words now, just a blushing mess that was forced to look right at you. You just let him stay like that, giggling softly at his cheeks that seemed to be almost as red as his nose, before you finally gave him some sort of mercy by applying new makeup to his warmed face. The both of you stayed silent during the whole thing, you concentrating on the paint you were applying to Buggy's face as his head laid there in your lap, him studying every inch of your face as you worked.

He had to admit he was trying to memorize every little detail of your face, from the color of your eyes, to every little twitch of your lips while you focused, the way your tongue would poke out slightly and brow furrowed when you were painting thinner lines. He was trying to savor this moment while he could, knowing there was never a moment like this before nor would he ever possibly experience anything like this again. No one was or ever would treat him with such care and attention as you were currently, this truly was a once in a lifetime thing for him and he wanted to remember it forever.

Eventually you finished, putting down the paint brushes, and lifting the clowns head up in your hands to admire your masterpiece. A smile formed on your lips as you stood, moving to reunite Buggy's head to his body again and handed him the handheld mirror.

"Pretty good huh?" You spoke as he looked at your handy work.

You did the exact same look he had on before but there was a noticeable difference between his work and yours. His makeup had looked more messy and somewhat smudged before, as if he practically lived in it, where as now the lines were crisp and colors vibrant. He looked like a clown people would smile and laugh with, no longer one people feared instantly.

"Damn sweetheart, you're even better with your hands than I thought." He teased as he handed you back the mirror, giving you a wink and click of his tongue.

You winked back at him with a smirk. "Don't give me all the credit, I mean I had quite the attractive canvas to work with."

"You seem to really enjoy flattering me." His head cocked curiously at you "Or are you just this flirty with all your customers?"

You shrugged nonchalantly, starting to clean up the counter and repackage the products you used on him. "Nah, just you Buggy. I guess you could say I have a thing for clowns."

A floating hand grabbed your chin gently, guiding your gaze back to it's owner, whom was now leaning in dangerously close to your face. "Hmm, well too bad for you. I don't have a thing for chatty mimes."

He could have sworn your gaze had flicked to his lips for a moment before you licked your own, but he'd chalk it up to his desperately lonely mind imagining things. The hand let you go, reattaching itself as Buggy stepped back, away from the counter. You took a minute to snap back to reality, then went back to packing up his order.

The pirate began to roam a little, looking at all the different costumes and masks you had displayed around the shop. Maybe he could get a few new outfits for some of the crew before they all head back out to sea in a few days. Hell maybe he'd get himself a new flashier coat too, one that would really wow the audience when he makes his grand entrance every night.

"Got everything you need packed up and ready for you. Did you want to get anything else?" Your voice pulling him from his thoughts and luring him back over to you.

"Was thinking bout a new coat, something flashy, but I'll hold off till tomorrow on that." He spoke, pulling out a few coins to pay you with.

"Oh good! So I will get to see you again." A smile formed on your lips as you took the payment and slid the box of merchandise over to him.

"Of course! I would never deny a fan from seeing my greatness up close in person." He takes a dramatic bow towards you, before placing one hand over his heart. "What kind of performer would I be if I did such a thing?"

You just laughed at his theatrics, shaking your head a bit.

He grabs the box off the counter and headed to the door, turning to bid you farewell. "You've been a wonderful audience, but it's time for me to take my grand exit unfortunately."

"Farewell Captain Buggy. I'll be waiting patiently till your next performance." You give a small round of applause for him as he leaves.

You stand there for a minute or two, replaying the whole interaction in your head, letting out a frustrated cry when you realize something. "FUCK! I NEVER TOLD HIM MY NAME!!"

"Didn't tell whom your name?" A voice says, causing you to jump.

Turning you see famed pirate Mihawk, you jump once more. "Ah! Sorry sir! I didn't hear you come in, my apologies."

"It's quite alright, I will not fault you for being so lost in thought in your own store." He stoically dismissed your concerned apology, removing his hat and placing it on the counter. "I seem to have gotten a bit careless earlier and somehow got a cut in my hat. Am I correct to assume this is the place I can get it fixed up nicely and quickly?"

Looking at the mentioned cut you assessed it was something that you could indeed repair, and quite quickly. "Yes, I do not believe this will take me that long to patch up, and I'll make it as unnoticeable as possible of course. Give me about an hour and I'll have it good as new sir."

"Very good, I shall be back then." He gave a curt nod before leaving, and as soon as he was out the door, you immediately set to work on fixing the hole in his hat.

After one hour had past exactly, Mihawk came strolling back in, gaining the attention of the few locals that had come in to browse.

"Perfect timing I finished a mere moment ago." You handed him back his hat, watching as he inspected your craftsmanship intensely.

A smirk cracked on his lips as he glanced back up at you. "Very well done, you can not even tell it is there unless you look extremely closely at it. Of course no one will ever be close enough for that, so you have my thanks." He placed a hefty amount of money in your hands before leaving.

"Whoa! That guy's intense!" One of locals muttered as they came to the counter.

"Yes he is, but thankfully I was able to do a good repair job." You replied, starting to ring up the items they'd set down.

"He seemed quite pleased with your work, maybe he'd be willing to dance with ya at the celebration tonight." Someone else chimed in, as they got in line to be rung up.

"Don't be ridiculous. That man is much too serious for my liking, I'd feel on edge the whole time." You shuttered slightly at the thought. "I never go to any of the parties in town anyways, but even if I did I'd rather spend my time around someone more akin to Buggy honestly."

A scoff could be heard, followed by a disgusted toned response. "Really that loser? He's a pretty sorry excuse for a pirate don't ya think?"

A few other insults and comments were thrown in agreement by others in the shop.

"HEY, SHUT THE FUCK UP!" You shouted, causing everyone to jump and go quiet. "If y'all want to shit talk that man then: GET.. OUT..OF..MY..SHOP!" you put emphasis on those last words, pointing your gaze to each person, whom was just talking, with each word.

A few people gulped in fear at what you might do if they say anything more.

"Captain Buggy is a highly valued customer here, so if you want to run your mouths like that about him in front of me then there will not only be hell to pay, but you will also be banned from my shop for life."

Everyone remained silent and somewhat timid of you until they left the store thankfully.

God did that get you're blood boiling, and you weren't entirely sure why. Maybe it was the fact that the clown had just been in here early and then suddenly everyone's throwing around insults about him. Or maybe it was more so the fact that Buggy had wormed into your heart quite easily during the earlier interaction you'd had with him. Whatever it was, it caused you to be uncharacteristically protective of someone other than yourself or the few people you were actually fairly close to. He was risking his life out at sea, putting on showy performances of a lifetime, while everyone in town here just partied and got drunk constantly, yet they'd all looked down upon Buggy in distain.

Shaking your head clear of your thoughts, you began to occupy your time by sketching ideas and designs for costume pieces you could make to sell. Eventually you found yourself drafting up some designs for a flashy coat you'd think a certain blue haired pirate captain might not only enjoy but also look great in.

The squeaking of the door could be heard, pulling you from your current sketching, you looked up to find Buggy back in the shop.

Your face instantly lit up with a smile upon seeing him. "Hey there handsome, I thought you wouldn't be back till tomorrow."

He smiled back at you, making his way over to lean on the counter across from you. "Well what can I say? I was craving the love of an audience... well that and I realized you never gave me that treat for being a 'good boy' like you said earlier."

"Oh and just what kind of treat would the marvelous Buggy the Clown like?" You stood up, making your way around the counter to stand in front of him, placing your hands on your hips. "Maybe something like a free pair of gloves, or a discount on one of the pricer costume pieces, or maybe even a specially made mask that will fit around your cute nose?" At the mention of his nose you gave it a small 'boop' with your finger.

He gently grabbed the hand you used to tap his nose, holding in his as he looked into your eyes. "Actually I was more so hoping for that kiss you claimed you wanted to give me. Ya know the one you you said you want to give me on my nose you seem to like so much."

"Oh-" You were caught off guard a bit, in a good way however as it caused you to blush. "I suppose I can do that, yea.."

A wide smile grew on his face as you placed your hands on his shoulders, leaning up to place a small kiss to his bulbus red nose. You'd only pulled back a few inches away from his face, looking into his eyes for a moment before a mutual pull had you both leaning back in and connecting your lips. It was a sweet kiss, that lasted for what felt like hours but was probably only a minute or two in reality, though it left you both speechless for a moment.

"Uh wow, I um- wasn't expecting that sorry." Buggy said, breaking the calm silence you'd been in.

"Heh, yea me either, but I enjoyed it so don't apologize." You slid your hands up to cup his cheeks on either side of his head. Something felt weird though when you did. "Uh not to ruin the moment but you seem to be missing an ear..."

A nervous chuckle came from him. "Heh, about that..." He stopped speaking for a moment a bit embarrassed as his missing ear seemed to zip out of your back pocket and back to his head. "I kind of left it here earlier."

"When did you put that there?" You were more shocked at how it got his ear into your pocket without you knowing, than you were mad at him for seemingly spying on you.

"I did it while you were distracted with my theatrics of leaving." He smiled sheepishly. "I heard you defending my honor so to speak and felt bad about the whole spying thing after that so I decided to come back."

"Hmm, if you say so~" You squinted at him, being jokingly skeptical of his words.

"I'm willing to make up for the spying in anyway you want." He held his hands up, seemingly in a playful surrender.

You faked thinking really hard for a moment, before smiling and giving your response. "I suppose you can give me another kiss, then I'll forgive you."

A shit-eating grin plastered itself across Buggy's face, while his hands now detached pulled you close to him by your waist. "Oh that I'd me more than happy to do."

The two of you shared in another sweet kiss, this one with a bit more passion pouring from both of you. Neither of you wanted to be the first to pull away, though eventually when your lips had parted from each other's you remained there holding each other still.

A pit started to form in your stomach, the kiss was great sure but you hardly knew him. For all you know he could have a spouse and kids somewhere, yet here you were openly flirting and kissing him without even a second thought. There'd always been a sort of loneliness in you, always craving the love of another but never being able to find it. You had small flings during the time you were a mime, ridding yourself of that lonely feeling for short periods with the fleeting intimacy of your fellow performers. Though it had grown especially harder since you had moved here, to fight off that ache, no longer having the trusted company of others, only visiting pirates that brought danger with them and the townsfolk who only ever seem to care about partying their troubles away.

Then Buggy came in and you couldn't help latching on to the hope that those rumors of him being less of a threatening force were correct. Thinking he might be easier to approach, that he wouldn't be a threat to your own safety, and you could use him easily to fill that void again for at least the night. There would be no worry about catching feelings considering he only comes for supplies every few months from what you'd heard, and he surely would or has met others who catch his eye far better than you ever could.

It was all starting to make you feel guilty the more you thought about it. "I'm sorry Buggy."

His expression flushed with confusion. "Huh? What are you apologizing for?"

"I'm sorry that I don't fear you." You moved out of his grasp slowly, gaze now shifted to the floor.

More confusion. "How is that a bad thing exactly?"

A sigh escaped from you, back now facing the puzzled pirate. "Every other pirate that comes to town leaves me feeling on edge. Sure this town might be big on reputations not mattering here but I can't help but fear for my life around the few pirates that do come in to this little shop. You must have heard the fear I felt earlier over Mihawk's visit, yet I was completely at peace when I saw you. I guess I let the gossip people say about you being less threatening or less strong as others affect how I saw you. I kind of used you somewhat for my own selfish desires today or was at least planning on to."

"What do you mean by that exactly?" You couldn't read his emotion in his voice and you dated not look back at him.

"I've always longed to experience love but I never have been able to. I use to sleep around with my fellow performers to chase off my feelings of loneliness, though I can't do that anymore since I've moved to this town. The pirates bring too much uncertainty with them and the locals are all a bunch of careless party animals, but you've been described as somewhat of a push over. In my subconscious I guess I thought I could use you like a toy to make myself feel better with out caring about your own feelings since we're both pathetic cowards." As you spoke tears began softly falling from your eyes, causing your own makeup to become a mess. "I was wrong to think that though, and I realized it after you kissed me again. You don't deserve to be treated so poorly, especially not by me. I'm sorry Buggy for thinking so little of you, when in reality you are far greater than me."

Silence. No response from the man came, only the sound of you sniffing filled the air for what seemed like forever. Though finally detached gloved hands came to rest on your shoulders, snaking their way up your neck to cup your cheeks and wipe away your tears. Handless arms wrapping themselves around your waist from behind as Buggy's head floated Infront of you, looking into your eyes.

"It's okay sweetheart, there's no need to get so worked up over lil ole me. in all honesty I can't blame you or hate you at all for wanting to use me. I mean I would have used you right back." A bit of guilt hid behind his gaze, a small comforting smile on his painted lips. "I know I'm the great Buggy the Clown, but I'm in the exact same boat as you. Searching selfishly for small cures to fix the deep desire of wanting to be loved by someone. I've honestly used so many random people along my journey, never caring how'd they feel when I'd be gone the next day, never to see any of them again. There's no telling if I'd have ended up doing the same to you or not."

Staying there you a moment, both of you processing what you'd each admitted to, you could help but feel drawn to him again. Even if it was wrong of you to do considering all you'd said just now, you couldn't help but to reach up to cup his floating head, guiding his face towards yours again before kissing him.

"I'm sorry, i-" You started, but he cut you off.

"Don't be.." He said, connecting his lips back to yours again.

The kiss quickly turned passionate, it was clear that you both need this right now and there would be no resistance from either one of you. When you'd broken apart for a moment to catch your breaths, Buggy took the chance to spin you around and put himself together again. Now that your chests were pressing together, he recaptured your lips as one hand flew over to lock the shop's door and flip the sign to closed, before coming back to join the other hand in grabbing your ass. Your own hands found their way to his shoulders, one moving to his back as the other moved to softly tug off his bandana.

Tangling your fingers into his soft blue hair, few groans escaped him when you dared to tug at it. The sound only served to light a quickly growing fire of desire in you, which lead you to tug his hair some more in order to gain another few groans from him.

"Damn you really like my hair don't you?" He teased, trailing kisses down to your neck now, finding your sweet spot quickly, nibbling and sucking on it. "Though it's not fair I'm the only one making noise here."

You moaned at the feeling of his mouth marking up your neck, grinding your hips greedily against his, growing desperate for some form of friction between you two.

"Buggy~ pl-please" You whined a bit and he took the hint, using one of his hands to pin your waist against the counter while the other began to rub over your clothed crotch. He pulled his head away from your neck to watch the faces you were making at his touch. He felt he could watch you all day honestly, the way your eyes had become full of lust and your teeth gnawed on your bottom lip, was so mesmerizing to him. His own arousal and desire blossoming as he watched you try to plead with your eyes for him to touch you more. He maybe a killer but he knew how to be nice when he wanted, and thankfully he chose to play nice tonight by giving you what you wanted.

His hand stopped rubbing against your aching clothed loin, moving to undo your pants and pull them down.

When you tried to push your underwear along with them he stopped you. "No no- not yet." He picked you up, placing you so you were sitting at the edge of the counter, as he kneeled down to place his head between his legs. He started planting little kisses and bites along your thigh leading towards your core untill he was about to plant a kiss directly where you needed his touch the most, but instead switched to the other thigh, doing it over and over again to tease you.

"Captain please quit teasing~" you begged, not knowing how much more his little game you could handle before you'd go insane.

"Alright doll, but only cause you asked so nicely." Finally he removed your last bit of clothing covering your needy sex, planting tender kisses that only served to make you crave him even more.

Gradually he began to use his tongue, licking and sucking in all the right places and in all the right ways, drawing out moans from you, that he could only describe as beautiful. All the little moans, whimpers and curses of his name were music to his ears in all honesty, and he knew once he'd gone back out to sea they would haunt his dreams every night till he saw you again.

Of you in turn would be haunted by the memories of the way his mouth felt on you right now, the way it seemed to be effortlessly drawing you closer to your climax. "Buggy~ 'm close" Your hands tangled themselves in his hair, encouraging him to continue what he was currently doing until you had cum. Thankfully he did, letting you reach your high, then lapping up the mess you'd made without any hesitation.

Once he knew you'd come back down from your orgasm, he stood up and guiding you off the counter where you sat, moving to bend you over it instead. Removing his gloves and undoing his pants, his aching member flew around to your mouth while a few of his fingers began to tease your hole.

"Do me a favor babe, suck on that for me and get it nice and slick with your spit while I make sure your stretched out enough here for me to fit."

He didn't need to tell you twice, instantly you took the floating member into your mouth sucking on it and running your tongue over the tip. You took as much as you could into your mouth and throat, using your hand to spread excess drool over what little bit of length you couldn't. As you worked bobbing your head on his cock, he began to work your hole, starting by slowly inserting two of his digits into you, sliding them in and out a bit before scissoring them carefully inside you, and when he felt you were ready enough he inserted a third digit into the equation.

After a bit when he felt you were stretched out enough, and his dick was thoroughly lubed with your spit, he removed himself from both ends of you. Joining himself back together, he lined himself up with your entrance and slowly pushed in, groans escaping from both of you as he did. His movements were slow and steady to start, letting you get fully accustomed to the feeling of each other.

"Fuck, even with all that preparation your still so tight." He groaned out into your ear, his hands squeezing your hips tightly as he started to speed up his pace a little. "You doing okay? Nothing feels uncomfortable right?"

You shook your head, trying to remember how to speak anything but his name. "No- I'm fine- feels so good Buggy"

He plants a few kisses on your shoulder before he stands himself up straight, quickening his pace more till there's an audible slapping sound of your skin slapping against each other's. Just as you both were getting lost in the pleasure and feel of the other one's body, a knock errupts from the door.

The pair of you glance towards the door, seeing Mihawk standing in the window of it. Without even slowing down his thrusting for a second, Buggy detaches his torso and floats it to the door to answer it.

"What do you need?" You hear the clown ask annoyed, probably glaring daggers at the swordsman.

"I came to talk to the shop keep. I wanted to inquire about replacing the plume of my hat." Mihawk responds unfazed by the current situation.

"Really shit head? You can see were in the middle of something obviously, you couldn't wait till tomorrow to ask?" Buggy crosses his arms, now pissed at the man for interrupting you two over something so stupid. "Get lost, and If you bother me again while I'm fucking their brains out, I will kill you and serve them your heart in a pretty little box. Got it!?" With that he slams the door and relocks it, before his torso makes its way back over to you float Infront of you.

"Mmm~ Fuck that was kinda hot, and I loved the way you threatened him babe." You look up to meet his gaze.

"I know, I felt you clench a bit when I said it." He plants a kiss on your lips. "Now, that he's got me all pissed off I'm sorry but I'm gonna take it out on you. Sorry in advance"

He reconnects his body to his hips, gripping tightly onto your waist before picking up the pace of his thrusting till it's almost painful how quickly he's plunging in and out of you. Your hips are being harshly pressed into the counter's edge by force of his pounding, your brain going numb, only capable of barely forming his name on your lips occasionally or producing various loud groans of pleasure.

Somewhere in the hectic mess of your mind trying to keep ahold of what's going on, you realize you'd cum again, which only furthered the overstimulated mess of pleasure you'd become.

"Nng- Bu-ah-gy~" It was no use, you were desperately trying to beg him to slow down a little but words were far out of your reach in your current state.

"Shhh sweetheart" His removed head came up to rest beside your own to comfort you. "Only a little longer baby, I promise. I'm gonna cum soon and then we can take a break ok? You want me to come in you, right? Want me to make you mine, don't you?"

He weakly nodded in response as he kissed you, your mouths seemingly melding into one.

Finally his hips ceased all movement, burying himself as deep as he could before releasing into you. "Good slut~ see, doesn't it feel so nice to have my cum in you?"

Finally you regained the ability to speak. "Yes~ that was so... wonderful."

"I know it was, we practically had a standing ovation with all the clapping our bodies were making." He joked, removing himself slowly from you. "Now let me help you get cleaned up after that outstanding performance."

"I'd like that. We can go up the stairs in the backroom, I live above the shop." You stood up carefully but when you wobbled a bit Buggy instantly picked you up and carried you up to your bathroom, with the help of your directions. The pair of you bathed, him of course helping you clean and dry yourself off before you both moved to lie on your bed.

"Buggy, will you stay the night with me please?" You rested your head on his chest, curling up into his side.

"Of course. I couldn't even dream of leaving your side right now." He placed a few kisses to the top of your head while one of his hands now comfortingly rubbed your back.

Blissfully you both laid there silent, basking in the soft glow of the moon rising through the night sky and shining through your window. You could both hear the faint noise of people partying in town square, laughing and shouting in drunken glee, it serving as a form of white noise to your thought filled minds.

"Hey Buggy, can I make a proposition, well I guess it's more of a request?" You shifted so you could look into his eyes, that were now seemingly glowing in the low light.

"Sure my starlight. What is it?" A thumb ran over your cheek tenderly.

"Would you be willing to be mine?" You studied his face for a second as he thought. "I know I'm being a bit foolish here but you've filled that lonely void in me more than anyone else ever had. I honestly think I've fallen for you somewhat today and I don't want to lose you. I don't care if we can't see each other for months on end, just please let me selfishly love you for at least a little while and maybe you can even love me too."

Something twinkled in his eyes as you spoke, knowing he felt the same. You'd both lived your lives searching for someone to love, or someone who could love you back and now the two of you were here entwined in bed together. You'd both filled that empty void in each other, chased off the loneliness together and somehow grown attached to the other in less than a day. Even if this was only a fluke, a mistake on your part, Buggy wasn't going to question it in the slightest. You were practically begging for him of all people to love you, of course he wasn't going to deny your love. You were the first person to love him and want to be loved by him, he'd be an idiot if he pushed you away now.

"Of course! I'd give anything to be yours honestly!" He pulled you into a deep kiss, sealing your new relationship with tender passion. When he'd pulled away, the pair of you had eyes filled with joy.

"I do have one request of my own though, besides wanting you to be mine as well."

Curious and excited you nodded for him to continue.

"Can you finally tell me your name at least?"

#one piece live action #buggy x reader #buggy one piece #one piece fanfiction #live action buggy the clown #mine

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yukimomodivorce · 6 days

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Unecessarily long explanation/analysis of what Re:vale's name might mean

I don't know how to start this ok so basically this post and these tags from @nitunio

inspired me to try to explain my own interpretation and I maybe accidentally spent several days looking into the etymology in the process and now I have more to say about it than I did initially. So I wanna start by outlining every potentially relevant definition/use of re and vale that I found and then I'm gonna talk about how some of them relate to Re:vale. This post has sections and a reference list baby let's go

1: Definitions of re

1. In music terms, re is the second syllabic note in a diatonic scale (do re mi etc.)

2. Re: specifically with a colon at the end is often used as an abbreviation of 'reply' (especially in emails) and/or as the Latin re meaning 'regarding' or 'in reference to'

3. In most cases, re as a prefix/affix indicates 'back' (as in return) or 'again' (as in repetition)

2: Definitions of vale

1. The Middle English vale (pronounced like veil) is another term for valley (derived from the Latin vallis), used in literary/poetic contexts or place names to mean:

A low stretch of land surrounded by hills or mountains, usually with a river flowing through it

The world or mortal life (figuratively and often with connotations of sorrow or hardship, such as in the phrase "vale of tears")

2. In most modern uses, the Latin vale means 'farewell' or 'goodbye', especially in the context of death (apparently this is really common in Australia? I've never heard it before)

3. This use is derived from valeō (or present infinitive valēre), which basically means 'be well/healthy' - so vale in Latin means 'goodbye' in the sense of wishing someone good health, safe travels etc.

Valeō/valēre can also denote strength and worth, and it's the root of both valour and value

4. From what I can find, vale in Spanish is mainly used as a colloquial term similar to 'OK' or 'cool' in English, but it's an inflection of valer which can mean 'valid' or 'worth' and is also derived from the Latin valēre! everything is connected :D

TLDR two main uses of vale both derived from Latin: vallis meaning valley and valeō meaning to be well/healthy/strong/worth

3: What 1 year and 4 months of being a Re:vale fan does to a man

Yuki and Momo's symbols are both repeats, and the two dots (resembling a colon) are what distinguish repeats from final barlines in sheet music (more of me rambling about their symbols here - it's also where the design on their rings comes from, which is something that I keep realising and then instantly forgetting about).

Considering this, I think that the most relevant and likely intended meaning of the 're:' in Re:vale is repeat - we also see English words with the prefix used in this sense pretty frequently with Re-raise, 'revive' and 'rebirth' in Dis one., and 'restart' and 'reborn' in Period Colour. The 'back' aspect also has some significance here, especially in Re:member (the word remember doesn't mean you're like. membering again. it refers to memories. but the title re:member is very intentionally split that way because re:vale both gains and loses a member, so it works with both the again and back implications. anyways). This is also a bit of a recurring theme in i7, what with the whole "the ideal idol is one that doesn't end" thing.

Turning our attention to vale as in valley, once you look into it the whole "vale of tears" meaning doesn't really align with Re:vale unless you only interpret their story as a tragedy, but if you were to look it up and just see the definition "the world" with very little context, then it seems pretty fitting for the most famous currently active idols in the Idolish7 universe. But it actually symbolises how they mean the world to me and also to each other. And the figurative world of suffering that they have put me through thank you and goodnight. Just kidding there's more. I would say something about the valley (landform) and how Yuki is the river and Momo and Banri are the surrounding hills but you get the idea. Momo would live by the river...... he wouldlive by the river. I think about this every day

Anyways. So I really can't say how much of this is intentional but the 'goodbye' vale is especially accurate if you consider the underlying meaning - it's a way of saying goodbye, but it's also sort of a way of saying good luck and be strong. It's the same as how Banri has to say goodbye to Re:vale, but he also tells Yuki to "find a place to sing as yourself". And valour is kind of Trigger's thing (see: valiant) but reaching a little further for the 'value' meaning, it goes back to the whole Mikansei Na Bokura thing - all three of Re:vale's members had to lose something important to them, but the time they spent with it was still valuable and in the end they're able to retain those experiences and move forward to something just as valuable. In the end the name is a bit of a cluster of things vaguely related to them but I guess if you put it together it's like. The repetition of them saying this to each other. Yeah Momo after his injury getting that push from Yuki and Ban's concert to start saying goodbye and moving on and yeah like nitu said him affirming Yuki. Banri saying goodbye/I can't be there next to you anymore but I'll cheer you on from the sidelines and remember the time we spent together fondly and be able to smile once we meet again (<- from the end of his re:member pov). Yuki stabbing me 12 million times in the chest I mean um. Yuki... yeah I'm gonna need another 14 days to write that post let me get back to you on that one. But you get the idea. You get it

I think I had another point somewhere in here but this post has been sitting in my drafts for ages and I still haven't thought of it. But thank you very much for reading if you've gotten this far!!! As a reward you get a hug from me and the reference list :D

4: References

These aren't organised well at all but hopefully it's not too bad

Australian Writers' Centre: Q&A: The Origin of 'Vale'

Dictionary.com: Re • Vale

The English Idolish7 Wiki (my beloved)

Reddit: Contextual Use of "Vale"

Wiktionary: Vale • Valer • Valeō

also the google definitions of most of these terms but idk how to link those and I can't be bothered

#alabastxr.txt #idolish7 #re:vale #on an unrelated note i think i might have autism

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shkika · 11 months

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[RECORDED BROADCAST : 1681.662] - PRIVATE Seven Red Suns, Chasing Wind

CW: Have you had any contact with Five Pebbles recently?

SRS: Not in a long while actually! Unless worrying about him counts.

CW: One of his neighbors, Unparalleled Innocence, sent an overseer to his can and got some images. They were made public in the local group, in an effort to be mean I suppose. There's no other way of putting it he looks awful.

SRS: Tell me.

CW: He's got the rot, very badly. Big cysts have become mobile and are scattering down the west and middle legs. He does listen to you, and few others by now, so you should talk to him.

SRS: I will try to contact him. Does Moon know?

CW: Moon has been unavailable for some time.

[Pending upload to local group records by dispatched Overseer. Unit will enter read only state in 432 cycles.]

UI leaked pebbles rot images in the local group, but suns didn't know until CW told them, which might imply that they are not part of the local group

THIS DISCUSSION IS GOING!! I've gotten a bunch of asks about this along with tags and replies oh my. Just gonna state that Suns to me and in my ask-blog is part of the local group and honestly at this point even if James himself came up to told me I'm wrong I can't change that cause I set it up already ..? SO UHH hm

ANYWAY LET'S RAMBLE!!

I honestly think the strongest pointer to the implication that SRS isn't part of the local group is the fact they didn't know about Pebbles' situation first. So Chasing Wind had to tell them!

I see it! I've always made the assumption they just weren't active in the local group messages (just like how we haven't seen a single word about Innocence in the game even if she's canonically closest to Moon and Pebbles out of the others)

^ Especially, because I assumed this meant that UI spread the information further than just the local group. Which! I don't know!

I don't think my assumption is FULLY baseless, just because of how the approach the conversation with NSH is?

They're being vague about hurting someone. If the chats were in the local group, which NSH has access to, but SRS doesn't it feels so bizarre to me they'd try to vague point at it as if there's any chance NSH wouldn't have already seen. Like what hopes do you have buddy?? The fact that Pebbles has the rot and is in such a terrible condition is like uhm... well yeah.

Still they've never been active in a local group chat and it was through Chasing that they found out about the rot situation so I don't know!

Also a good point!! Once again I read it differently! I thought the "She's very close to Five Pebbles" wasn't a descriptor, but more so a reason on why he's worried about her. "She's close to him (rot infested doofus) and I'm her friend man"

Them not knowing Moon very well isn't too much of evidence for either statement. What they did not understand about Moon is why she wouldn't force Pebbles to stop dead in his tracks and save her life. Which is an extremely valid question, because as his administrator she had the power to do so. NSH is a close friend of hers group or not and explains.

They do still call her Big Sis Moon which is rather weird if you're not part of her local group? Aside also shortening her name to just Moon. (which could be either familiarity or convenience, no solid evidence)

They also got into contact with Five Pebbles VERY soon after he was put online according to SRS themselves which is possible both ways! Just felt more likely if they were part of the local group.

AND SPEARMASTER.

We don't know what "local group" means, but I always assumed, because of the name it partly meant distance.

Iterators are VERY far from each other, usually. Like quite far even local group wise. I assumed that for a slug cat like Spearmaster to have been capable to make the journey to Pebbles and back... and then do the same AGAIN, it meant that SM made a long journey, but one that was like... y'know not from one part of the continent to the other big.

I assume distance plays a role, because in a cream pearls..

The implication is that Local groups held out together the longest.

I can't imagine this poor creature covering a such a massive worth of land on foot..!

SM was given the pearl inside their chest mainly for it to be hidden, but also as an instinct that's true! So they know where to go.

Hunter doesn't have that not because it isn't needed, but because NSH was rushing. As implied by these lines.

NSH was rushing them so much they ended up with the rot, I doubt there was any time left to perfect a homing instinct or do much of anything really. I think NSH is probably closer than SRS (just for poor Hunter's sake honestly), but I don't know by how much really- iterators seem to be built PRETTY far from each other. The only other closest neighbor is UI. Which means NSH is farther than her.

But either way yeah. I've dug info for a WHILE now I can't seem to find any super solid evidence for either. I'm just sharing my interpretation as always. You can headcanon either one of these and call them canon in my book really.

#this feels like an ace attorney case #ask #anonymous #rain world #PHEW ITS LONG #im tired #sahdhdsfjd #im soooo tired #yeah so!!!#go wild go free #the only canonical guys in the local group are moon; pebbles; chasing; nsh; ui #suns is up to you #*faints*#hope i havent misses anything or gotten something terribly wrong oh dearrr #also #suns had multiple overseers at pebbles'#not just one #so like those also had to travel

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Good afternoon Handsome/Beautiful,

I was wondering if you could do a Rise!Raph or. Rise!Leo x reader where They are in a secret relationship and Reader Gets into trouble, ie. Kidnapped, Extremely hurt, Ect.

(A/N: i love this req and thank you for the compliment, so IMA COMPLETE IT and hopefully, you don't mind me naming another character for the scenario-)

summary: rise!leo is in a secret relationship with reader and they get kidnapped.

tags: violent descriptions of violence, hurt/comfort, kidnapping,

Today was quite the school day indeed. you kept banging your head against the pole of your school parking lot, anticipating waiting for your boyfriend to pick you up. Well, it's more that he's your secret boyfriend but still, the fact that he wanted to have a relationship with you made you smile to yourself.

As you quickly glanced left and right across the empty street, you suddenly saw a familiar face approach you. It was Paige, the beige wavy haired outgoing quiet kid who for no reason always had a specific grudge about you and you only. As she walked toward you with a fake sincere grin on her face, you could only repeat the mantra that you instilled yesterday:

'Remember your boundaries. You're trying to cut her out of your life.' 'Remember your boundaries. You're trying to cut her out of your life.' 'Remember your boundaries. You're trying to cut her out of your life.'

"Hey N/N! How are you, do you wanna go to this big party tonight! I heard that-"

"Nope. I don't want to go," you said firmly and quickly, flinching and hesitating once you saw Paige's shocked face.

"What? C'monn, you always overreact for stuff like this, it isn't gonna be a big one like last time."

"No, Paige. I don't wanna go, everytime you drag me along to a party, it's always a humongous one and I don't like those types of parties."

"Jesus," Paige sighed, leaning against the bus stop's pole and placing her hand on your shoulder. "You're always overexaggerating things, like take a chill pill and relax. They're not that bad-"

"No. They are that bad, Paige and I'm sick of you twisting my words again! I don't want to go to any of your parties anymore and stop putting your hand on my shoulder!" you yelled, grabbing onto Paige's hand which only tightened in its grip, refusing to let go.

"Paige... please let go," you said, staring into Paige's blank expression.

"Let me go, Paige!"

"I'm only trying to help you, god! Just let me-"

As you backed up into the bus stop's panel, Paige tighten her grip further on your arm and pushed you through the glass, letting your head hit the pavement and making you quickly lose consciousness.

"Is it weird that Y/N hasn't answered my texts in like, an hour?" Leo said, tilting his phone down and looking to Raph for guidance.

"Well, I don't know. Do they usually answer you in an hour?"

"No, they usually don't but something feels off..."

Leo's thoughts kept rambling on and on, completely consuming him. What if they got kidnapped? What if they got severely hurt and he's just leaving them to bleed to death? The mere possibility of his beloved person getting hurt drove him to pick up his twin odachi and prepare to slash a portal through the invisible wall.

"Leo, where are you going?" Raph questioned.

"I'm going to save my lover, of course! There's no way I will stand here and let them potentially get hurt!" Leo answered, slashing through the invisible wall, a warping electric blue portal emerging from the slash showing the vibrant nightlife of New York before he jumped through, with a determined look on his face.

"Wakey wakey~," a sultry voice said, poking your unconscious body with her pointy black acrylic nails.

"Oi, wake up!" the sultry voice yelled, slapping your face awake and leaving a sharp sting in its place. As you quickly regained your senses, you observed the room you were currently being trapped in and took in the lavish surroundings. Every corner of the room had a white marble pillar along with a vigorous fireplace and the left and right walls had bookcases with multiple books in varying colours that stretched toward the ceilings with a glass window wall behind you that sent chills onto your bare back as you glanced down at your legs which were completely bruised and tied to a flimsy wooden chair.

"Wh-where am I?" you tried to say but it was muffled by the tourniquet shoved into your mouth. The white-haired lady giggled to herself before she yanked the cloth out of your mouth, certainly tugging onto some teeth in the process.

"Sorry about that, sweetheart. It's simply so you won't retaliate. Now, repeat your question again?"

"Where am I? Did Paige bring me here?" you demanded, staring the lady deep into her yellow eyes.

"Oh, apologies for that dearie and of course Paigey brought you here. I'm Big Mama, the manager of The Grand Nexus Hotel. The reason you're in this unfortunate predicament is that I need some information of yours."

"Information? What information?" you inquired, squirming and struggling in your restraints.

"Oh, just some information regarding these creatures and don't even bother trying to escape your restraints. It won't be a satisfying outcome." Big Mama said, digging into her pocket and pulling out a picture that chilled you to your core. It was a photo of the turtles, all hanging out together along with April at one of the local pizzerias down the street, smiling and laughing completely unaware and blissfully ignorant. Her finger pointed directly onto Leo's face directly, pressing into the photo and crinkling it. Every nerve on your body started to tingle as your mind began to ramble and every single thought that was hidden in your brain began to enter into the depths of overthinking.

“I have no idea what you're talking about," you said as calmly as you could, not even daring to shout at her.

"I don't like liars, sweetie. Now, tell me before I start to get serious. Who are these creatures?"

"I. Don't. Know."

As Big Mama sighed, she strode over to the desk, grazing her hand across the surface, then picked up a black fountain pen and opened the cap before hovering it over your leg. Using one swift motion, she forced the pen deep into your leg, twisting and turning it as you wailed in agony before she yanked it out and your right leg completely soak your pants in blood.

"Now, are some memories starting to return? Who are these turtles?"

Groaning in pain and feeling your leg stinging from the fresh wound, you simply muttered a single sentence.

"I told you, I. Don't. Know!"

Big Mama simply stared at you as silence filled the entire room only leaving the soft ambience of the fireplace crackling to keep you company. After a few suffering minutes in silence, she quietly waltzed over to you and placed her hand on your shoulder before whispering in your ear.

"I told you I don't like liars."

Before you could even process what she said, she shoved you through the window, glass shards piercing your chest even deeper than the pen injury as you started to quickly fall off of the edge of Big Mama's office.

How exactly could you describe falling to your death? No one knows exactly the answer until you've done it yourself but right now, as you're falling to your immediate death, you would describe it as strangely peaceful. As the chilling air of the New York night completely enveloped you and the world seemingly paused and the midnight rain paused in mid-air and your heartbeat was seemingly fast and calm at the same time, you simply grinned and extended your arms signifying that you were ready. Yeah, you made some mistakes in your life and maybe you didn't have the perfect relationships with everybody but that was okay. It's okay to make mistakes and all of your regrets, all of your doubts, made you feel content. You were content that the last moments of your life were spent staring into the rainy midnight sky and as you felt the air grow quicker and the anticipating feeling of the hard concrete crush your back, you closed your eyes only expecting was what to be expected.

That was until you felt your body be swiped by an unknown force and crashing onto a roof instead of the concrete road. You quickly opened your eyes to see the same starry rainy night sky but the only thing that was new was a concerned Leo.

"Oh god, Y/N are you okay? What happened to you?" he frantically asked, eyeing your leg wound and bleeding shoulders.

"I'm alright Leo, just... please take me to the damn hospital."

Giving a small nod, Leo lifted you up from under your arms and carefully carried you bridal style before swiping his odachi and exiting through the portal.

The faint beeping of the heart-rate monitor was all that you heard for the rest of the night and that drove you crazy. As your nurse left with your daily medicine of paracetamol, you heard a faint tap at your window. Turning towards your left, you saw a sombre Leo holding a small star-themed wrapped gift with a little neon blue bow on the top. He glanced to his left, eyeing the extremely dead security camera that was practically clinging together by the screws.

Giving him a small nod, he quietly raised the window up and sneaked through before walking towards your bed.

"Hey."

"Hi, Leon."

"I'm so sorry that I couldn't save you and-"

"Oi, no self-doubting when I'm in the hospital. You're the reason that I'm recovering right now and not in a body bag on the road."

"Oh-ho-ho, alright alright. This is for you, by the way," he said, sheepishly placing the gift box onto your tray table. You smiled at the box before pealing the wrapping paper off of the box and opening the top to see a tiny dagger in a black leather sleeve with blue stitching and a small image of red stripes just like Leo. As you pulled the dagger out of the box, you looked over to Leo, who had a cheerful grin on his face.

"I love this, but did you think it's a really good idea for me to have a dagger in the hospital?"

Leo's cheeky grin suddenly fell before he quickly picked up the box along with the dagger in it. "Oh yeahh, I might've forgotten that. I promise I'll give it to you once you get out along with millions of cuddles~"

"Promise?"

"Promise."

(A/N: I hope you enjoyed this req and holy shit- I'VE GOTTEN A LOT OF REQS LATELY so hopefully, I can get them done lol <3)

#rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #save rottmnt #leonardo #rottmnt leo x reader #rottmnt x reader #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt leonardo #leonardo hamato #tmnt x reader #reader insert #tmnt 2018

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this-here-is-not-singing · 3 months

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Tagged by @help-help-i-need-an-adult to share 15 facts about myself

Thank you 🥰

I'm not good with coming up with facts about myself so I went back to the original questions 😅

Are you named after anyone?

Kinda? My irl name is the same as one of my parents friends but I don't think it was anything special like "we named our baby after you" they just liked the name

My online name is a made-up-by-@does-your-flag-mean-death female version of a character from a book I was obsessed with as a kid (Wolfsaga by Käthe Recheis)

When was the last time you cried?

I don't fully remember tbh it's been surprisingly long (a few weeks maybe?) but I'm guessing it was during a movie

Do you have any kids?

love that we're all so old that this is a valid question now lol. but no

What sports do you play/have played?

Never was much of a teamsports person but I used to do ballet in elementary school, was in a swim club and now I hike & do yoga. Also used to boulder semi-regularly before the pandemic but never got back into it

Do you use sarcasm often?

Not really? Not notably often at least I think?

What's the first thing you notice about someone?

Usually their hair. And like... a general vibe that's mostly "alternative/metalhead/nerd or not"

Eye color?

Greenish-brownish? Hazel? something like that

Any talents?

Apparently I'm talented at playing the drums at least according to my drum teacher but I can't practice at home so idk. and i think I'm pretty good at writing when it comes to scientific reports and papers. I don't think I could write prose very well but writing in a concise and easily readable way comes pretty easy to me

Scary movies or happy endings?

Happy endings all the way. If the scary movie is good it's fine but I'm just a sucker for happy cheesy endings. Nothing makes me cry more than people hugging at the end of dramatic movies

Where were you born?

Germany

Do you have any hobbies?

I play the drums, play & DM DnD, love hiking & reading and recently started crotcheting. Also gaming

Do you have any pets?

Not right now! Grew up with bunnies, had a snake for a few years and we're planning to get cats once i have a stable job

Height?

176cm I think

Favorite school subject?

Well I'm doing my master's in biology so take a wild gues haha

But looking back I also really fondly remember German class. And Theater if that counts haha

Dream job?

Researcher but also being payed well & not working overtime & with a non-temporary contract. About as realistic as my actual dreams.

And here's a bonus fact: I ramble lol so here's some people I'd like to hear from

@kitsune-sam @helianthus21 @spookyshadowfox @a-hearts-a-heavy-burden @crescendoofstars @asongaboutpirates @augusta-imperatrix and i guess @does-your-flag-mean-death (if i find out anything new about you like this I'm gonna be pissed though 😘)

#ask game #personal #tag game

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riwooga · 1 year

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Okay Whitney character dive, I'm just gonna use he/him pronouns for all of this except for PC ✨

I don't know how much of this makes sense but I'm going to ramble and I can already tell this is gonna get quite long

And once again small disclaimer I'm just rambling my personal speculation and thoughts and have no ways of knowing what the creators actually planned/intend for a character!

... Okay I have to add a cut I think it'll clutter the tag too much 👉👈

I actually kind of want to start out with making a comparison of Whitney vs Avery. Because I adore both, yet have actually seen some people interpret them in almost a switcharoo to what I do? Which is super interesting to me, but their character archetypes are definitely similar in several senses, and I find it fun to think about so-

From my point of view, what they have in common, in my opinion, is the "Control and status" mindset.

So when we first meet Whitney, he's obviously not introduced as a good guy, he's a bully, an utter asshole, and for a long time he is just that, he doesn't treat PC nicely until you get pretty high up in love, and still there he's still sometimes an absolute ass. (Just.. A more controlled one that will sometimes semi-respect your boundaries if you enforce them)

Whereas Avery, we meet as this charming, slightly mysterious yet chivalrous older man, helps us out, takes us out for a nice meal and in turn afterwards keeps being quite charmingly chivalrous as long-- as you act the proper way.

But the kind of funny thing it me is, with both of them, once you're in a relationship with you start to see the facade slip sometimes.

With Whitney, you start to see softer moments, it's small things that could be missed or brushed over perhaps, but you start to see moments where he shows he actually cares about the PC, and can actually be sort of sweet if you're in private with him.

Where as with Avery, you see the facade slip too-- but in the opposite way in my opinion? You start to see a colder side of him, start to see that what he cares about is appearance, and see that if you don't act the way he wanted you to, the anger comes through. (I'll definitely go more in depth of Avery if I make a post for him too)

Which again, feels like opposites, yet so similar?

And to touch back on their "control" mindset, there the thing is Whitney seems to be almost desperate for control, and will fight to have it, desperate for something he can actually have his own control over, likely stemming from a home life where he feels stuck and like he has no say in anything (Will touch more on this in just a second)

Where as Avery... Isn't desperate for control, rather he seems to simply expect it. He expects that PC will fall into line and be good, let him make the decisions that make them both look best. Especially at first of you chose the options that provoke him a bit, you can sense he almost starts to consider PC something to be tamed at that point.

Where both of them, highly value their status and other people looking upon them the way they've worked hard to obtain.

And to further explain what I meant with Whitney's home life, let's just say I think there's a reason that Whitney seems to be away from his home for as long as he can, why he prefers to loiter in alleyways and get drunk and cause trouble..

If we, once again, look at psychology, delinquent behaviors USUALLY stem from not feeling seen or heard by your parents, stem from an anger and frustration of either too strict rules or otherwise things like neglect. Same with bullying, usually also stemming from issues in the home life leaving the bully feeling weak and worthless, where bringing others down gives them a high of somewhat power. Especially to people they have a sense of envy toward.

We can also somewhat guess out from certain dialogue that Whitney's family probably isn't the wealthiest, as he describes his own room as a dump and also admits to Bailey that he indeed doesn't have near enough money to afford the PC. Plus if his parents were rich I don't think it'd make as much sense for him to be stealing, other than I guess pure provocation?

So those things combined I feel like I can definitely start to guess why Whitney might feel that lack of control in his life. I'm like... 90% sure I have seen Vrel say that the only thing feels like he has control over is his appearance? (And then the PC)

And while Whitney's relationship with the PC may start as a control thing for him, a simple way to get that itch satisfied and have some humiliation fun as well, well... He does genuinely start to care for the PC. Not that you'd get him to fully admit just how much he does.

Some of my favorite moments is when his brain almost short-wires when the PC not just reciprocates but initiates, especially outside the sexual context. Instantly blushing and trying to play it smooth but often ending up stuttering a bit. Or if you're gone too long and you can see faint tears in his eyes? Yeah good shit.

But also I absolutely have to mention how he is also so oddly soft in encounters, like often saying PC is like an angel, kissing PC'S forehead, praising... Like even in the "embarrassing" scenarios he often has this softness to him.

And to just softly go back to the whole bully psychology thing, a really interesting part of Whitney's character in my opinion is his target on Kylar, especially once he's with the PC.

Whitney in general is quite jealous / possessive, the only way he's sharing the PC is on his own volition, when he's the one controlling the scenario and who touches who. We can see he gets confrontational even in class of people just looking at the PC, or how he gets so frustrated if one of his friends try to help themselves to the PC.

So, to see the PC give someone like Kylar attention? Of course his brain will spiral.

Whitney has probably done so much to build up his position, to be popular, attractive, feared, to be in control, so to see /Kylar/, the freak, the weird little creep everyone actively avoids, who's such an easy target for bullying because of it-- /that's/ someone PC is interested in? Infuriating. A confidence hit probably. From his point of view he has so much more to offer than that pathetic little freak, doesn't he?

And that's where one of Whitney's big flaws come in, because when he feels upset, or even betrayed by the PC, he acts out. He starts to threaten, he starts to humiliate, he forces the PC into dangerous situations. A way to try and snatch that control back.

If pushed far enough, (spoiler warning here!!) we know he's even willing to sell the PC off to the underground brothel because of that loss of respect from everyone else. Because of that loss of control that he so desperately clutches onto.

But I'm gonna try and round it off a bit here--

Whitney seems to have a rather poor handle on emotions, on vulnerability. It's easier to be someone people fear and be having fun with it than it is letting someone even catch a glimpse at the vulnerable parts inside.

... Which is exactly why the moments that he has alone with the PC is something I absolutely melt over, those cracks beginning to show the softness.

So to sum up!

I find Whitney a really interesting character, as much as I roll my eyes at him and think he's a stupid ass, I really hope we in the future keep seeing him develop more and more 🤧

#dol whitney #dol #degrees of lewdity #whitney the bully #I just love complex characters man #Love wondering why characters are the way they are #I might do a post on Avery too eventually but I just wanted to being him up too due to their similarities #I have so many thoughts on so many DOL characters ahhh #Though I feel like these more so just turn into why I love characters.... But alas #I am however really looking forward to when we get Whitney pregnancy content because how a character handles that stuff says a lot #I have my thoughts and predictions but I trust in waiting patiently 🤧#woogarambles

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lunamadhatter99 · 1 year

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Be My Queen

SteveHarringtonXFem!readerXEddieMunson

Part 4

Here's part 4, hope you'll like it. I'm not sure it's my best work, but I've been feeling mentally bad for some time so I kept it a little shorter than usual.

Chapter summary: a big reunion at the hospital.

Chapter warning: mention of non-consensual touching. The reader sort of summarise what happened to her, not explicitly, but still.

Tag list:

@once-upon-an-imagine

@munsonology

@cutepumpkin4

@summerbrooksblog

@iheartmyguitars

@trickylittlewitch

@eddiesguitarskills

@justheretoreadleavemealone

I open my eyes and I see white. All white. My sight is still groggy and I can't figure out where I am. I just know that I'm laying on a bed.

I start to hear voices around me.

"Are you sure she's gonna be okay?"

Dustin.

"For the millionth time, yes"

Max.

"Well, I'm sorry if I'm fucking worried" he snaps, rather harshly.

"So are we, Dustin," Max replies just as harshly.

Alright, I'm in the hospital.

"Okay can we all please just calm down?" this is Steve.

"What the hell even happened? How could that... veiny monster manage to hurt her like that? Why? Wasn't he like on love or something?" And that's Robin rambling.

"We told you what she told us." Max sighs "she was very weak when she woke up... so maybe when she gets better she could explain better... I don't know"

I do hope I could explain.

"Does anyone know how Eddie's doing?" Dustin asks.

Eddie? Did something happen to him?

I slowly move to sit up, catching their attention.

"Hey hey hey, careful there, sweetheart" Steve's immediately by my side helping me sit up.

"Did... did something happen... to Eddie?" I weakly say.

As I speak I feel a harsh pain in my neck, I hiss holding my hand to my neck and feeling the bandages.

"Careful, please" Steve whispers to me.

"He... he's been bitten by... by those bats, he lost lots of blood..." Dustin starts to explain, and hearing his voice break only makes me tense more.

"We managed to bring him back though" Robin rushes out "we got him here too, we just don't know how he is doing"

That somehow feels like a relief, a small one, but it's still something.

"How do you feel?" Max asks sitting beside me and I go to hold her hand.

"I'm okay," I say when I look at her I see her looking down, almost guilty. "Hey... what's wrong?"

She just stays silent.

"Could you... could you guys leave us a minute?" I ask.

"Sure"

"Yeah"

They all walk out, Steve smiles at me sweetly before closing the door.

"What's wrong, Mayfield?" I ask again, nudging her shoulder.

"I just... when I saw you falling to the ground, not being able to help you... I thought we lost you, I just... I just felt like it was my fault" she admits.

"How was that your fault?" I ask confused.

"You did it to save me"

"So? Max, it's not like you pushed me into Vecna's grasp. I wanted to." I give her hand a little reassuring squeeze "plus, you could protest all you wanted, I wouldn't have let you."

"And you almost died"

"But I didn't" I smile "Max, stop being so hard on yourself, okay? Please? For me?"

I jokingly pout, batting my eyelashes, it makes her laugh and roll her eyes.

"Okay," she says quietly.

"Promise?"

"Promise" she smiles looking at me, I notice her eyes are a little glossy so I hug her with one arm.

We hear a knock on the door and then Steve comes in.

"Hey, they just told us." He smiles relieved "Eddie's okay."

"Really?" I ask and Steve nods, "Oh god... can we see him?"

"Well, we can, you gotta stay there a little longer and rest," Steve says.

"No fucking way," I say, moving my arm away from Max and I try to get out of bed.

Steve immediately rushes to me to prevent me from getting up.

"No no, the doctors say you need to rest for a few days if we want you to recover properly, so that is what you're going to do" Steve basically orders.

"He's in motherly mode, you're in trouble, L/n" Max teases as she goes to walk out of the room.

"C'mon, Steve. Please" I try to beg, pulling the best puppy eyes I can.

"No-uh, you too lost a lot of blood, and I'm not letting you strive... especially when you have no forces left in you." His expression is stern, crossing his arms. I gotta say he looks really hot like that.

"But-"

"No buts" he holds his finger up to stop me, "the doctors say he's fine and out of trouble. He's still gonna be there when you recover properly"

"Fuck... fine." I move back up on the bed (with Steve's help).

"Now" he sat down on a chair beside my bed, "you think you can tell me what happened?"

I take a deep breath and he holds my hands in his, stroking my knuckles to reassure me.

"We went into the house and when we got your signal I started to call for him." I start "at first I thought it wasn't working, or that he wasn't falling for it... then he was there. But he didn't show himself as the monster Max described, he was still a man."

"Why?" Steve asks confused.

"He... he said he didn't want me to see him like that. He wanted me to look at him."

"And... then?" He's hesitant to ask.

"He caged me" I look down at our hands, "he says he would've helped me remember him. Then... he kissed me." Steve tenses, but I continue "when he started to... to touch me I ran. I found myself in the Lab where... he caged me... again. But before he could... before he..."

"It's okay, love"

"Before he could do more, El arrived, I don't know how, why, but she arrived and they started to fight."

"He managed to hurt you before she arrived?" Steve asks.

"No, uh... El and I ran and we arrived in Vecna's mind, the place Max described you know? There he trapped me and... he wanted to leave a mark so I could remember him..." I brush away a tear that fell and blink a few times to prevent more tears from escaping "then I woke up"

"I'm... I'm so sorry, Y/n" He says holding hands a little tighter.

"Please, Steve. It's not your fault." I say "and before you try to say some shit like 'I should've been there with you' don't. Plus you were needed somewhere else."

I smile at him and he just shakes his head.

"You're unbelievable," he says smiling at me.

"Why?"

"Because you knew exactly what I was gonna say" he chuckles.

"Well... you're pretty predictable, Harrington" I joke.

He looks at me raising his eyebrows, faking offence.

"Predictable? Me?"

I nod.

"I'll give you predictable," he says before moving up to kiss me.

I gasp surprised, but I kiss him back right away. One of Steve's hands moves to cup my jaw gently, careful not to touch the bandages.

When he pulls away he gives my nose a little peck before sitting back down.

I chuckle, feeling my cheeks heating up.

"Alright... alright, Harrington. You got me there" I smile.

"Told you" he winks.

A knock interrupts us.

I'm surprised to see Jason walking in, flower in hand, I was expecting one of the kids or even the police, definitely not Jason of all people.

"Hi" he waves awkwardly.

"Uh... hi" I wave back.

"What do you want?" Steve snaps.

"I... just wanted to apologise," He says.

"I'm not the one you should apologise to," I tell him.

"I know... no.. well, I do have to apologise to you too actually." He says "I wasn't exactly nice to you either"

I just nod, not knowing what else to say.

"I'm sorry," he says, I look him in the eyes and for once I see he means it.

"Thanks" I softly say.

Jason then comes close to hand me the flower he brought.

"Thought you might like it... I.. yeah I'm gonna apologise to Munson too, I swear" he promises.

"You better" I warn.

With that, he walks out of the room without saying another word.

"That was weird" Steve mutters.

"Oh.. definitely" I agree, I pause for a moment, "so..."

Steve looks at me with a tender smile.

"So?"

"Can I go see Eddie now?" I ask.

Steve rolls his eyes. "You're unbelievable, you know that?"

"I rested long enough" I defend.

"I said no," he repeats.

"Shit," I mumble.

"You're gonna rest. End. Of. Discussion." He says this with a proud smirk.

"I hate you, Harrington" I playfully scoff.

"I definitely felt hate in that kiss," he says leaning towards me to kiss me again before I could reply.

There's another knock on the door followed by a grinning Dustin.

"Yes?" Steve asks.

"We tried to stop him, but he didn't want to listen" Dustin answers. "So now he's your problem"

"Thanks, Henderson, now get out of the way"

Eddie's limping figure appears from the doorway, walking with difficulty towards the bed.

"Eddie!" I exclaim trying to get off the bed.

"Easy there, sweetheart. I'm coming there" He tells me, Steve stands up to let him sit in the chair next to me, while Steve sits on the bed.

"How do you feel?"

"You alright?"

We ask at the same time.

"I'm okay, sweetheart." He grabs my hand in his "You?"

"Better knowing that all of you are alive, at least" I smile at him.

"We're all alive"

"Did Jason apologise?" Steve asks.

"Yeah... weirdest shit that happened in the last few days" Eddie laughs.

"Right?" I laugh with them. "He brought a flower"

"He better not try anything with my girl" he casually says.

"Your girl?" Steve raises an eyebrow at him "Our girl"

"Calm down, both of you" I chuckle "plus... you, sir, haven't kissed me yet"

"What?.. you mean Harrington didn't wait?" He points an accusatory finger at Steve "not fair"

"Not my fault. She looked so pretty, calling me predictable and stuff" Steve defends himself.

Without saying another word Eddie slowly moves up to kiss me and, just like with Steve, I immediately reciprocate.

The kiss is sweet and soft, like Steve's, but in Eddie's there is also a hint of neediness.

"Alright, we agreed to share, didn't we?" Steve jokes.

"Give me a break, I almost died!" Eddie replies chuckling.

"So did I!"

"We all almost died" I interrupt their bickering.

"You more than us" Steve points an accusatory finger at me "don't you ever do that again. You hear me?"

"You know I would, Steve. A hundred times if necessary" I tell him grabbing his hand.

"Hopefully that won't be necessary" Eddie takes my hand in his.

"Yeah... hopefully" I smile at them, it's a forced smile like I'm afraid this is just a dream and that Vecna actually won.

"Hey" Steve gently shakes my hand "it's over. He can't hurt you no more, he can't hurt anyone"

"I know..." I force out another smile "it's just... I don't know... he did make sure I'll remember him"

I see Eddie glancing at my neck, taking a deep breath he stands up and slowly lifts his shirt to show us his side.

"Eddie..." I instinctively reach out to caress his wounded skin.

"We'll just help you forget him" he smiles sitting back down.

"Eddie... do they hurt?" I ask.

"Not that badly. Not anymore." He shrugs, grabbing my hand again "yours, love?"

"Same" I gently smile "what about you, Harrington? Your neck?"

"It's all good."

"We all have scars on our bodies. We're perfect" Eddie jokes clapping his hands together.

"Yeah, let's start a club" I laugh, hissing slightly from the pain in my neck.

"Or... a relationship" Steve hints.

"Or a relationship" Eddie and I agree.

"But... how... how does it work?" Eddie asks with a timid chuckle.

"However the fuck we want," I say.

Steve and Eddie laugh.

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We spent the most afternoon talking and laughing (despite the pain) then Steve, being the rightful mom of the group, sent Eddie back to his hospital room so we can both rest.

"Alright... uh... you know I can stay here, it's really not a problem" Steve tries one more time to convince me to let him stay.

"Steve, love, I'm fine. Go get some rest yourself. You need it too" I tell him.

"You sure?" He asks again.

"Yes" I laugh at his stubbornness "C'mon, give me a kiss goodnight and I'll see you tomorrow"

"Tomorrow morning. I promise" he swears, leaning down to give me a proper kiss.

"Sure. Bye, Steve" I tell him.

"Goodnight, sweetheart," he says and then walks out.

I lie down, trying to get some sleep.

I repeat to myself "it's over. It's over. It's finally over"

Probably, letting Steve stay here would've been better, but he needs rest just like Eddie and I do. So I take a deep breath and start to think about Eddie and Steve and the kids. Slowly I feel myself finally fall asleep.

#stranger things #stranger things imagine #eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #stranger things fic #eddie munson fluff #stranger things season 4 #stranger things x reader #eddie munson x y/n #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington #steve harrington x y/n #eddie munson x you

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gendervapor14 · 2 months

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8. What song would make a great fic (to either write or read)?

9. How do you find new fic to read?

10. How do you decide what to write?

(if not answered already), and 37 & 38! Fanfic ask meme❤️

ooh hello!! thank you for these!! i did answer #38, but i'll answer #37 for sure!

8. What song would make a great fic (to either write or read)?

ooooo as a music nerd i love this question and i apologize for how longwinded my answer is XD i don't do many songfics or much song-related writing [*shoves the title of two fights for freedom under the rug*] but i do have a ton of playlists and songs that make me think of specific characters or fics. to answer this question, i'll just pick one called "Fever Dream" by Dirt Poor Robins. specifically the part starting just after the 4:00 minute mark. the lyrics make me go INSANE with this idea for a dark/horror dq bros fic where doflamingo realizes that corazon is just a false identity and he can't do anything to get his brother back and it drives him even more insane. these lyrics make me crazy Now here comes the liar (lion) Clawing at your door Drunk on the blood of your brother And he's back for more (apparently the lyric is actually "lion" rather than "liar", but i hear "liar" so therefore i declare it is "liar" for the sake of my own brainrot) imagine a fic where rosinante is the one psychologically tormenting doflamingo!! unsure if i'll ever get around to writing it, but it'd probably have a similar vibe to blood gone sour.

9. How do you find new fic to read?

i usually do a nightly prowl under the one piece fandom on ao3 and either filter by most recent fics with rosinante or bell-mere. otherwise i read recs that are bumped on discord servers, or stories friends write! i'm actually terrible at reading tho i don't read nearly enough. when i have free time, i usually use it to create.

10. How do you decide what to write?

excellent question. i make a list of priorities. sometimes it's disorganized lists on my phone, sometimes i use calendars. first and foremost are things with due dates, so zine work, or gifts for exchanges, birthdays or holidays. next i prioritize stories that are works in progress, but already posted on ao3. i hate having incomplete works posted on ao3, so i strive to get them wrapped up asap. then it's a rabid thunderdome of all my other wips and ideas all wrestling for victory for who gets to be created XD i'm constantly bursting with ideas i never get to work on, unfortunately.

37. Promote one of your own “deep cut” fics (an underrated one, or one that never got as much traction as you think it deserves!). What do you like about it?

i'm gonna go ahead and promote spitfire and ice because i busted my ass on this for the crackpair event and i was actually really happy with the result? i was assigned makino x kuzan, so i threw bell-mere in there too just to shake things up, and then i fell madly in love with bell-mere x makino and their flirty banter. it captured my heart in a way i was NOT expecting. i guess the tags aren't particularly interesting to most, so it's relatively unknown with only 4 kudos and 31 hits. but look at this!! “Hey, I’ve gotta ask you something.” She leaned over the counter once Makino settled herself and refilled the pitcher for the next round. “Would I still be wanted here…after hours?” With a tight smile, Makino rested her hands over the tabletop. “We’re closed for customers after hours. I need some time to tidy up the place.” “Right, right…” Pretty gray eyes wandered. “But in this situation, I wouldn’t be a customer.” With an amused chuckle, Makino folded her arms over her stomach. “What do you want me to say, Miss Bell-mère? Do you want me to welcome you to my private quarters upstairs?” That exposed chest filled with air. “I wouldn’t be against an invitation.” smh. well, at least i'm proud of it!

ahhh sorry i got so rambly XD i had fun answering these! thank you so much for the questions!! here's the list if anyone else has a question, or wants to reblog it for themselves!

#fanfiction ask game #genwrites #music #donquixote brothers #belle mere #bell mère #bellemere #makino

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halfbit · 9 months

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hey! this is chance & here’s this week’s prompt. what websites or resources do you use while you write or develop a character/story? what do you think of them and would you recommend them?

hiya chance! thanks for the ask! also i went way too detailedwith this one again, sorry adsajfhdks.

i included links to every resource i listed that is either free or freemium, aside from one's that are on most people's computers by default.

i've tried out a lot of different stuff over the years — i don't have wi-fi so i have strong preference for offline programs and tools! so the majority of these are kept on your computer.

my main tool right now is obsidian — prior to that i used quoll writer, joplin, and plain old notepad (yeah...) though, and i haven't finished transferring and reformatting everything yet ^^. i only reopen quoll now though to look at my old notes. i highly recommend obsidian, it's so much fun once you figure it out and highly responsive. quoll is useful too but i had some issues with it, including the occasional lost content, random crash, and just general slowness.

i use obsidian for keeping all of my brainstorming together, backing up my discord rambles, outlining plots, and organizing my worldbuilding and character profiles. i also sometimes write short stories or little one-off scenes in it.

a sample of my obsidian setup for serpent's quest + a different obsidian setup i have for another project that is. a bit too cheesy and embarrassing to share.

i do dabble in conlanging for serpent's quest! originally i kept all my words in a notepad file, but i ended up downloading polyglot to help keep things organized and make it easy to generate new vocabulary offline! i keep formatted notes on my conlangs in libre office (which is also what i use to write my longer stuff). i also use polyglot to generate names and organize their meanings/origins when i'm stuck!

my polyglot system for names specificially!

on occasion i use twine, but usually for specific things like family trees, timelines, or connecting my universe together. however i recently figured out how to do this with obsidian too so i'm probably gonna move that part over to obsidian as well (obsidian is great yall)

a section of one of my family trees done in twine

some adjacent resources i use include:

clip studio + concepts + physical sketchbook for art & visual brainstorming. i also designed the conlang script in clip studio. i find concepts is really useful for getting rough visual ideas out quickly, although it runs a bit slow on my computer. it's a lot less polished than clip studio, but that kind of takes the pressure off and makes it easier to just experiment. it's like using ms paint but with slightly better tools.

some rough ideas i drafted using concepts!

sometimes i also use it for "hand-written" digital notes, which is super helpful for brainstorming ideas

allusion + pureref for visual references. you could definitely use these to store moodboards too if you wanted to have some inspiration on screen while you write or brainstorm, although i haven't done that myself though. also might be good for reference images of the setting, so you know what the place looks like. pureref lets you keep things on the screen, whereas allusion allows you to create custom tags and folders for your reference images, making it easy to find them and plop them into pureref when you need them.

this is my allusion set up! i mostly got it because i had way too many references for pureref to keep up with, i still need to go through and tag everything properly, but if you're just gonna use it for keeping moodboards or character sheets organized i think it can be super useful (and offline!)

websites i use when developing things or generating inspiration include tvtropes, wikipedia, findmypast (for old newspapers) and ofc youtube and tumblr.

when i'm developing a story or character, i like to go through tv tropes and see the different archetypes and how different works have subverted or played them straight. i almost always walk away with an idea i want to explore or flip on its head.

wikipedia is great to use as a starting point. i usually try to go through the sources and see if i can find more in depth stuff that way, or use the names it mentions to see if i can get more. i also use it to check if my names make sense if i'm pulling them from a real culture. i tend not to worry as much about the meaning being accurate, i'm more concerned with whether it makes sense for a 40 year old to be named dillian. so i usually double check the wikipedia page for a name and look at the notable people with that name, what country they're from, and what years they were born in.

i found findmypast while i was doing research for adigore, but i can see it being immensely useful (and very entertaining) for general research. it has an immense amount of newspapers you can read and search by keywords. you can't access all of them, but you can access enough that it doesn't really matter.

with youtube i love it for more casual idea acquisition! i'll sometimes listen to videos about worldbuilding or writing in the background during work. i definitely prefer it as a well of ideas or worldbuilding zone rather than a "writing advice" corner, all of these things are hugely influenced by one's own opinions, but i think you can still walk away with some cool stuff regardless (or a better idea of what doesn't work for you!)

here's a few specific channels i've been enjoying lately.

the grungeon master - explores and questions fantasy tropes and ideas, usually done in the context of d&d, but i've found the discussions to be highly transferrable to general fantasy as well

kaz rowe - modern and medieval history, culture and historical misconceptions, a gold mine if you're doing any type of writing at all regarding the victorian period as well, and also just entertaining in general. often explores media (especially queer) in a historical and cultural context too!

localscriptman - from the perspective of a screenwriter, i've found the writing advice to be very helpful especially if you sometimes need more bluntly delivered ideas. this won't be for everyone but i feel like if it is for you it'll just work.

and for tumblr well, it's all of yall! sharing cool stuff, and stumbling upon cool blogs and the recommendations they give. a treasure trove of resources and knowledge! thank you.

god why did this get so long. why did i spend so much time on this. i could have just done a bulletpoint list. i am so good at answering simple questions. aaaaaa haha </3

#writeblr #writblr #long post #◤ asks #sorry brevity is my worst enemy #◤ resource

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the-realest-spot-conlon · 4 months

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Them Brooklyn Boys Is Big Pt. 3

Here we go! its currently too late for me to be mentally stable, therefore please do not hold mentally stable me (if she exists) accountable for whatever I do to these characters in this series. I love you all!

don't worry I'll (probably) give this a happy ending

TW: Violence and Language, as usual, it's gonna get really graphic in this one, so if violence isn't your cup of tea, don't drink this. seriously don't. I'm not mentally ok. :)))

"I would hate for you to end up like this one," The man pointed to Spot. "It's a shame, I had always liked him when I was the Manhattan leader, although back then, Spot was only second in command. But that's besides the point. If you want to ever see your lover boy again, then he's gonna have to hand Manhattan over to me. And if that doesn't work," He pointed something at Spot, " I'll get in as second in command through him," The man added.

It took a moment for Spot to notice, but the man was pointing a gun at him. Davey must have noticed seconds later, because he said, "If you shoot him, you'll be creating a war with the biggest borough of newsies," Davey said through his fear.

"Oh, I won't shoot, I just need to make it look like I will. He walked over to Spot and Davey, before hitting both of them in the head with the butt of his gun. And once again, they were unconscious.

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Jack and Race had both been waiting for their boyfriends to show up at the deli for two hours now. "Spot should have gotten here by now," Race said worriedly. "I mean he lives in Brooklyn, It's a lot more dangerous there, he could have gotten hurt or killed," Race rambled.

"Hey, I'm sure they're both fine. Let's round up all the boys to go looking for them. I'm sure they're in the same place in Brooklyn and just lost track of time," Jack replied, trying to calm his best friend down, despite the worry he had himself.

"Why would Davey be in Brooklyn?" Race asked, not convinced with Jack's excuse for their missing lovers.

"Spot gave him clearance to sell there ever since they became friends after the strike," Jack was right. Spot and Davey had become friend after the strike. They were both stressed out teenagers with a major case of burnout, of course they took a liking to each other.

"You're right. Let's round oup the boys, we won't leave Brooklyn untill we find them. I'm sure the Brooklyn newsies are already looking for Spot, so we'll have to find them before it's too late, right?' Race asked, praying they would find Spot and Davey.

"Them Brooklyn boys is big, they've probably got a newsie on every neighborhood. We'll find them," Jack replied. Jack was trying so hard to be the rock that Race needed, because that rock was usually Spot. And there was no Spot in sight.

Jack and Race rounded up the Manhattan boys, and they all fled into Brooklyn. They found the Brooklyn newsies searching as well, every corner and alley being searched. there was no way they couldn't find them, right?

Omg I poured my blood sweat and tears into this part, hope you liked it. I will tag part four down below once I have it posted.

pt. 4 T.B.B.I.B

#this was so tiring to write #I got writers block in the middle so I switched the POV to Jack and Race #92sies #newsies #racetrack higgins #spot conlon #sprace #Im going mental #sorry

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ghosttownwherenoonegoes · 2 years

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1.) What do you love about Eddie?

2.) What would you like to know about Eddie?

3.) What would you like to experience with Eddie?

NONNIE I SAW THIS AND NEARLY SCREAMED OMG PLEASE YOU'VE GONE STRAIGHT TO MY HEART!!! HOW WILL I SURVIVE????😍😍😍😍😍😍I've been wanting to vent about Eddie just like this for WEEKS so thank you thank you THANK YOU for sending these questions in!!! Gonna tag @hersweetrevenge because I already promised her I'd vent about Eddie, so instead of a rambly ask, she can have this post instead.😂💀

LONG POST UNDER THE CUT. REMEMBER YOU ASKED FOR THIS.🥺

TW; I get emotional, mentions of bullying & struggling to find one's place in the world, extreme gushing! I am GOING for it!!!!

What do you love about Eddie?

So, so many things.

I love that he's the person I needed the most when I was in school; I was most definitely a lost sheepie and in many ways, I do feel like I'm still looking for Eddie. I was bullied for fifteen years - literally from the day I started pre-school right up until I graduated college - and I love that he's the person I needed back then. There's some catharsis in loving him now as I look back on my teenage self. I love the way he welcomes and accepts people, the way he meets them where they are and doesn't judge them, unless they give him a reason not to. He's kind right up until he isn't and he gives as good as he gets in all ways. I love him for knowing when to speak up and when to put down the hatches and settle in for the ride. I love him for becoming the very person he needed when he was younger; there's a quiet strength in that.

I love his clothes, his taste in music - it's very similar to mine. Ozzy was my first love, I remember throwing absolute tantrums if mum turned off one of his songs before it finished. As an adult, if Ozzy doesn't make me smile, it's a serious red flag towards the state of my mental health. I fall asleep every night listening to a Black Sabbath album (usually Master of Reality) and I will not sleep if I don't have Ozzy playing. I love that Eddie would vibe so hard with that and he and I would get to bond over Ozzy. If Eddie ever dated me, he'd have to agree to 'share' me - if he wants one more kiss, then I get one more Ozzy song before we get out of the van. Take it or leave it, Munson.😂

I love Eddie's bravery. He'll shout, swear, call it stupid, all three all at once, but he will do it anyway because it's right. He'll do it, but he's gonna let the world know he doesn't want to and I love that so much. His perseverance, his loyalty to his friends and his uncle, his ability to endure a fucking man-hunt but still being kind, still cracking jokes... his genuine want to graduate, his love of D&D, his passion and devotion, creativity, imagination, determination, compassion and emotional intelligence, his perceptiveness, his gentility, his humour, his ability to read someone with a look and know what they need from him and the way he'll give it to them if he can. His tirades and his ability to listen to an eight minute song and master playing it in just eighteen days around all the other things I just mentioned. I love his voice and the way he speaks with his hands.

I love Eddie's internal and external beauty but most of all, most of all, I love Eddie Munson because he's Eddie.

I wrote a love letter to Eddie, which you can find HERE if you want some more thoughts on this.

2.) What would you like to know about Eddie?

I wanna talk to Eddie. Just for five minutes. About anything. About D&D in general (teach me please so I can spend more time with youuuu) and his favourite thing about planning campaigns. About what he ate for breakfast this morning or if he skipped and would he like one of my snacks? About the first song he listened to this morning and the last one he remembers before he fell asleep. About how he's feeling. About why he's feeling. About his tattoo designs and which one is his favourite and why. About why he has his beautiful hair that way. About how he can be so full of love and hope and acceptance even with and after everything he's gone through. About how he's a shining beacon for so many people and how he managed to become the person for others that he himself always needed. About his favourite songs and what lyrics make his eyes close of their own accord and which guitar riffs make his heart feel like it's bleeding.

I would also like to know would I ever be good enough to be loved by him?

3.) What would you like to experience with Eddie?

Honestly, I feel like Eddie would be able to teach me how to live. I've never really 'done' all the things I'm 'supposed' to; I've never tried a cigarette, never gotten stoned (I did accidentally hotbox at a house party when I was fifteen but that's a whole other story), never really been drunk (so I've never had a hangover etc.), I've never had sex or gotten kicked out of somewhere for causing mischief, I've been in relationships but never been on a date (yeaaaah lmao I never made great relationship choices...), I've never been to a concert or seen live music up close.

I've never really felt alive or like "oh holy shit okay so this is what life is for". I just... exist, really. I'm twenty-five and I spent so long trying to figure out how to join the world as a teenager but I always felt out of place, like I never belonged anywhere or with anyone and I still feel that way now. Now I feel like I'll never be able to do it; I'll forever be watching people live from the sidelines. I'm actively pursuing a career, I have a stable job yada yada and I'm studying, too, but I just... I don't feel alive.

I don't know what my place in the world is but Eddie would help me to see I've already got it carved out. I have screams lodged in my chest, every day I have thoughts of absolutely losing my shit - doing something impulsive in a positive way, like catching a train to nowhere - and the closest I can get to that is playing music so loud I can't hear myself think, but one day it won't be enough and I'll wanna go out and do something. I feel like I could trust Eddie to give me these experiences and others. Eddie could teach me how to live, show me how to change my perspective, how to better myself. He would see in me what's already there but I'm blind to and he'd be everything I didn't know I needed (I mean... that's true).

I want to lay on my bed with Eddie while we blast Metallica or Ozzy or Black Sabbath, my hair spilling over his shoulder (which he'd brush for me later because it's almost to my tailbone and I need help with it most nights), our shoulders, elbows and knees touching, toes knocking together, staring at the ceiling, talking about everything and nothing and all the spaces in between.

I want him to teach me how to play D&D and to sit with Hellfire during campaigns; just to soak in the way Eddie is so in his element, having the time of his life. I just want to experience Eddie being Eddie. I'd love every second. Time spent with him would be yet another gift.

I want to cup his face in my hands and tell him all those things we all say every day - I love you, you were so brave, I'm so proud of you, you did everything you could, thank you for being you, and all those other things he never got to hear and absolutely should have done. I want Eddie to know he is loved for exactly who he is, how he is. I want him to be happy, healthy and safe, and I want him to know I'd throw myself into the fucking sun if it'd make him smile.

I want to experience life with Eddie but not, like, daily life... or not just daily life. I wanna throw myself in head first and experience a life with Eddie. I imagine being loved by him is an absolute gift. I want Eddie to experience these things with me - to experience being totally 100% loved for all that he is, and all that he isn't, and to know that he is loved. If he knows even in his darkest moments that I love him, that's everything.

In conclusion, I love Eddie because he's Eddie and I'd do anything for him - like, I'd subject myself to kissing Jason Carver if it meant I got to hug Eddie for five minutes afterwards. I'd do anything for him, to an extreme case. I like to think he'd appreciate some of what's in here.💖

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