#was that my tag? I do not remember it has been a looong time
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Headaches
Okay so...I found this old fic...I might share it on AO3 at some point too? But eh, I'll share it here first. (I put it on AO3 now)
It's like...a four year old fic, and I'm pretty sure it was going to be part of a continuation story I had for Gravity Falls. But it kind of works as a one shot too? I edited it a little, but it still has some of my old writing style to it lol
Also, don't ask me what is wrong with Stan, I'm like...pretty sure it was part of my idea for the continuation, with Bill kind of coming back, buuuut...for the sake of this fic maybe it's just some residual effects of Bill going into his mind? *shrugs*
Putting it under a read more because it's eh a fic, so over a thousand words lol
“Another headache?”
Stan waved his hand. “It’s nothing, I’ve had hangovers worse than this.”
Ford couldn’t help but frown. He'd seen Stan wince more in the past week than in the entire time he’d been back on this earth.
“Oh don’t look at me like that, Poindexter. Come on, we have work to do.”
Trying to brush away the knot of worry in his chest, Ford followed his brother out onto the deck. Just a headache. Ford knew better than that, he'd brushed aside a headache once…never again. But this was Stan, it could just be a headache. Then again, it could be something more.
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“Maybe you should take it easy.” Ford was hesitant to speak, seeing as Stan only seemed to get more stubborn when he brought it up, but the quiet grunts of pain coming from his brother scared him more than he’d like to admit.
“I’m fine. Besides, you wanted to…what was it? Study the stars or something with this.” Stan grumbled as he hammered a bolt into Ford’s makeshift beacon.
“Study the paranormal activities in the universe, yes. But it can wait, we won’t reach the next anomaly site for a few days. And it looks like a storm might be coming, so waiting would probably be best.”
In reality, setting up the beacon earlier would be better, especially if the storm was related to any disturbances in the multiverse, but Ford had put his work before his family for too long. Never again.
Stan huffed but looked at the clouds forming and shrugged. “Doesn’t look like it'll be a big one.”
“You never know. Come on, I’ll cook us something.”
“Is that supposed to entice me?” Stan quipped, punching Ford lightly on the shoulder – or lightly for Stan.
“My cooking isn’t that bad…though it did get me kicked out of a dimension once…How about I just heat up some soup from a can?”
“Fine, but none of that mushroom stuff.”
Ford tried not to show his relief at Stan’s acceptance of taking a break, and nodded. “Deal.”
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The ship rocked back and forth as the storm raged on outside. Stan’s snores filled the air as Ford stared at the notes in his new journal. But his mind wasn’t on them. It was distracted by memories. Bloody eyes, hysterical laughter, regret, and fear that froze him in his tracks.
Shaking his head, Ford tried to reason with himself. It was just his anxiety acting up again, he was being paranoid. Stan just had headaches from being at sea for so long, or from working a little too much. There were so many other explanations for it.
But as he looked at his brother, fear trickled down his spine. What if it really was more than Stan was letting on?
Pulling out the map, Ford quickly deducted where they were at, before searching for the closest city.
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“What do you need in town again?”
“Just some extra fuses and parts in case anything breaks.” Ford said quickly, looking at the address he had managed to find on the computer – he still preferred paper to electronics when it came to finding things, but he had to admit computers were a little faster.
“Can’t you just fix them with what we already have? Half of the boat is filled with junk only you know how to use.”
“Just taking precautions.” Ford said, waving his hand, though he couldn’t help but feel a little relieved that Stan seemed to be acting more like himself. He didn’t appear to have a headache today, which was good. Though it could make this trip a little harder. Doubt crept into Ford’s mind. Maybe the headaches really were just something that would go away on their own. But the nagging worry in his chest kept Ford moving forward. He wasn’t going to gamble on this, not when it could hurt Stan.
Stan didn’t respond so Ford once again focused on finding the correct building. It was easier to spot than he thought, though he did notice the internet had it wrong. See, paper was better.
“Hey, that’s not a machine shop. Sixer, what is this?!?”
Ford had been expecting resistance, but he still let out a sigh. “As I said, it’s just a precaution. You’ve been having these headaches far too much for my liking.”
“You have got to be kidding me! I’m not going to some scam artist and paying them money for a headache that is just a headache!” Turning on his heels, Stan started marching back towards the ship, but Ford quickly bolted forward and grabbed his arm.
“Stanley. Please.”
Those two words stopped Stan in his tracks and he glanced back, meeting Ford’s eyes. An understanding passed between them, or maybe Stan just saw the worry Ford knew must have been brimming in his eyes.
“Fine.” Stan consented, but poked Ford’s chest. “But it’s a waste of time and when they say nothing is wrong you owe me some toffee peanuts and ice cream.”
Forcing a small smile on his mouth, Ford nodded. “Okay, though I doubt we’ll find toffee peanuts here.”
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They found toffee peanuts.
The doctor’s visit was, as Stan put it, a paranoid waste of time and money. And maybe he was right, maybe the headaches were just a result of stress, as the doctors said. But that didn’t stop the worry in Ford’s chest, in fact it almost seemed to be worse after the doctor’s analysis.
“Come on Sixer, cheer up. You can’t be right all the time.” Stan tossed an arm over Ford’s shoulder, a triumphant grin on his face.
A small smile touched the edge of Ford’s mouth. At least Stan was acting like himself, which was a good sign. Paranoia. Maybe thirty years in the multiverse had made him a little too suspicious of things.
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Days passed, and Stan seemed much better. Ford found his anxiety easing, if only a little. Yes, he still tried to keep an eye out to see if Stan was wincing or holding his head, but as far as he could tell, the headaches were gone.
“Just a little higher!” Ford called, narrowing his eyes as he looked at the beacon. The trip to town had added a few days to their anomaly trip, but now they were almost there.
“Always have to have it just right, hey Six-AGH!”
Ford froze as he saw Stan grab his head and fell to the deck.
“STANLEY!”
Rushing over to his brother’s side, Ford dropped to his knees. “Stanley?”
A groan was the only response and fear wrapped itself around Ford’s heart. He knew he should’ve insisted upon more testing, or medication, or something!
“Come on, let’s get you inside.”
Stan didn’t respond, but when Ford pulled him to his feet, he was standing mostly on his own, though he leaned heavily on Ford as they made their way inside.
Despite his own physical strength, Ford was panting as he helped Stan onto his bed – though maybe worry was a part of his fatigue. Plus, he wasn’t exactly thirty years old anymore.
As soon as Stan was lying down, Ford started rummaging around the cabin, looking for ibuprofen or any other pain reliever, along with ice and heat packs. All the while trying not to dwell on the fact that they were in the middle of the ocean, days away from the closest doctor.
“Sixer?”
Ford froze as Stan spoke and quickly rushed over with the few things he had found. “I’ve got you Stanley, here take these and you should-”
As he glanced up, the words stuck in his mouth. The world flipped and the air grew thin. Ford couldn’t breathe. He swore he could hear laughing, though maybe that was just a broken mind replaying sounds from all those years ago. From when he had felt blood falling from his eye, when Bill had used him. Only now it wasn’t his eye that was bleeding. It was Stan’s.
“No…no no no no.” It was the only word Ford could gasp out as memories, fears, total paranoia overtook him. Yellow eyes everywhere. Maniacal laughter. Crushing guilt. A mistake he could never fix. Screams mixed into the laughter, phantom pain raced through every inch of his body and there was no escaping it.
“And you thought you were the smart one, Fordsy.”
“Stanford Pines.”
“Fordsy Fordsy Fordsy”
“Sixer.”
“Outcast, just like us.”
Bill was everywhere, mocking him.
The voices blurred together. Ford could see them, he could feel them. Bill was in his head. Even though he couldn’t be, the metal plate kept him out. But he swore he could feel him.
“Sixer.”
A gasp turned into a sob was the only response Ford could make to the noise in his mind.
“Ford!”
Sharp pain shot through Ford’s head and he looked around, and he realized he was on the ship, staring at Stan – whose brow was creased with pain and whose eye was still bleeding – but who was gripping his shoulders, lifting him up from the ground.
“St-Stanley…”
“Ford, what…? Are you okay?”
“I…” His chest still felt tight, and Ford swore he could still hear Bill. It was only when he glanced at Stan again that he realized his brother was blurry through the tears in his eyes. And compared to Stan’s firm grip on his shoulders, he was shaking like a leaf.
“Ford, gosh darnit, TALK TO ME!”
“Bill…it…he…” Then a sob escaped his mouth. Ford hadn’t felt so broken in…well maybe it hadn’t been that long but that didn’t make it any less terrifying.
Arms wrapped around him and another sob escaped his mouth as he let himself hide in his brother’s embrace.
“That triangle is gone, Sixer. And if he comes back, I’ll punch him in his stupid eye. Got it?”
Ford couldn’t form a response, only a whimper escaped his mouth, but he managed a small nod and Stan’s arms tightened around him. He didn’t deserve such a good brother, after all he'd done, Stan was still there for him, hugging him when he was the one with a bloody eye and terrible headache.
“Got it?” Stan spoke again and Ford would’ve laughed if his mind and body weren’t so jumbled up.
“Got it.” Ford could only speak in whisper, but Stan seemed satisfied.
“Good.”
#gravity falls#stanford pines#stanley pines#ford pines#stan pines#sea grunks#gravity falls fanfiction#aceo writes things#was that my tag? I do not remember it has been a looong time#call this practice for when I hopefully finish timetrapped lol#have fun and enjoy the writings of little - not as traumatized and broken me
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02/09/2024 Daily OFMD Recap
TLDR; Day 30 in the Gravy Basket; Cast & Crew Lovely Letters; Resources; Starfury Convention; Astrodglide Fic/Pic Week 18+; New Watchparties; People of Earth; Wrecked; SchadenFreude; Coyote Vs Acme; Articles; Morale; Love Notes; Daily Darby/Tonight's Taika
Day 30 in the Gravy Basket. (FYI Long Post is LOOONG today was a very busy and long day)
Well we made it folks, we made it to one month since Max cancelled OFMD and we're still going strong. Some CRAZY stuff has happened since then and some of our crew put together some fun lists of what's happened.
Thank you to @gheyandwoke on twitter for these memes:
And that's not even everything that happened! So just remember, when it feels like it's been way too damn long, A LOT has happened
== Cast & Crew Lovely Letters ==
For Valentine's Day we've set up a Kudos board for our cast & crew of OFMD! (it's on an unlimited version so make as many posts as you'd like!) You can send pictures, gifs, videos, or just text, and we'll be sharing it to them on valentine's day across as many platforms as we can.
== Resources ==
One of our crew members, Lady Penni, aka @Pellington21 on twitter was kind enough to send in a HUGE list of Positive Critic Quotes to the Repo today and they got added in.
Speaking of Resources, do you have images/gifs/infographics/text you want to share with the crew? Please feel free to send them to our contact form over at the repo.
@quirkysubject as well as some other crew members are being kind enough to help me get it filled in and up to date (as well as updating the accessibility) and we want to make sure if you want to share your resources you can! Let us know what name you'd like to be credited by and we'll get things uploaded!
Repo Contact Form
= Starfury OFMD Fandom Convention =
So as a heads up, the first Our Flag Means Death specific event has been anounced by Starfury for Heathrow, UK 8 Nov - 10 Nov 2024. Details at www.starfury.co.uk
I would like to point out as it's been brought up QUITE A BIT that it would be good to hold off buying tickets for now. Apparently Starfury is NOTORIOUS for saying certain guests will be there, when they haven't been confirmed yet (and they did that today with Rhys Darby) so it may be good to wait a bit before purchasing.
This did cause some "Come to my convention" clowning for various people on twitter, which produced some fun stuff.
= Watch Parties/Events! =
= Astroglide Fic/Art Week 18+ =
You heard that right. 02/09/2024 - 02/25/2024 is Fic/Art Week
Please feel free to @Astroglide on twitter, or even here on tumblr @astroglideofficial and use the tags: #LubeAsACrew #SaveOFMD
= New Watch Parties! =
Thank you @iamadequate1 for getting these all in one place! Twitter Thread
Feb 12 - Feb 16: People of Earth S1
People of Earth is no longer on any streaming platform, but it is available for digital purchase (ex, on Amazon). If access is an issue, DM @gentlebeardsbarngrill
Season 1 watch next week from February 12th to February 16th.
Skipping the week after in case people want to participate in the n next Palestine strike.
Season 2 watch from February 26th to March 1st
Times will be 10pm GMT / 5pm EST / 4pm CST / 2pm PST.
Watch two episodes per day. Episodes are 21-22 minutes each.
Use the following Saturday for the tags/watch if interested but not able to make this time.
Hashtags:
#PiratesOfEarth
#SaveOFMD
#AdoptOurCrew
Mar 4 - Mar 8: Wrecked Season 1
Wrecked is no longer on any streaming platform, and it is not available digitally on US sites. (Apparently, it is available on German Amazon?) There are sources being passed around. If access is an issue, DM @gentlebeardsbarngrill
Season 1 watch from March 4th to March 8th.
Season 2 watch from March 11th to March 15th.
Season 3 watch from March 18th to March 22nd.
Times will be 10pm GMT / 5pm EST / 4pm CST / 2pm PST.
Watch two episodes per day. Episodes are 21-22 minutes each.
Use the following Saturday for the tags/watch if interested but not able to make this time.
Hashtags:
#WreckedPirates
#SaveOFMD
#ForOurCaptain
== SchadenFreude / Coyote Vs. Acme ==
So some crazy stuff happened today. Apparently Zaslav made a decision to not only remove Coyote Vs. Acme from Max but to shelve it so no one else could purchase it.
Wanna learn more?
The Final Days of ‘Coyote vs. Acme’: Offers, Rejections and a Roadrunner Race Against Time | Exclusive
Coyote vs. Acme's Fate Might Have Been Sealed by Real Judge Doom David Zaslav
Now what does that have to do with Our Flag Means Death? Well, just like we've been seeing for weeks now the WBD stock has PLUMMETED like crazy since The Wrap article came out this morning.
It sent the following trends all over twitter: (Thank you Mich for capturing these!)
Wanna help out Coyote Vs. Acme? Please sign their petition to get it saved: Petition
Seeing this much negative press for WBD is great and shows it's not just OFMD they're cancelling, they're making crappy decisions left and right. The term "Zaslovian Blunder" was also coined today on the @saveofmdcrewmates tumblr:
*Zaslovian (adjective): to make a decision that is unanimously deemed absurd, that almost seems to purposefully damage one's reputation, company, self, and others.
== Articles ==
5 TV weddings to celebrate the 20th anniversary of same-sex marriage in San Francisco
Peak TV Is Officially Over: FX Tallies 14 Percent Drop in Scripted Series for 2023
== Morale ==
In honor of 85k signatures, our friend @lucyrosebutler on twitter shared the rest of her Cameo with Rhys. (We'll see if it explodes this post, please don't I will cry)
Full video clips on twitter.
== Morale Cont'd ==
Hey Lovelies. 30 days is a LONG time. I get that. I'm feeling it in my bones too. I want you to know it's totally normal if you are feeling frustrated, and exhausted, and just over all of this effort to get our show back.
It's okay to feel that way.
You don't need to be positive all the time, you're allowed to feel grief. I know we've grieved several times since the original announcement, but just like progress, grief isn't linear either.
It's going to come up again in waves, and hopefully those waves get smaller each time, but they will keep coming until we get our show back.
I say UNTIL WE GET OUR SHOW BACK, because despite my own frustrations, I don't really have any doubt that it will happen at this point, it's just a matter of when.
What makes me feel that way?
Chaos Dad's silence
The fact he hasn't told us to just stop cause there's no way it's gonna happen
The whole "everybody is ready to go" in Aotearoa we heard from Wee John Wondays
Rhys' continuous pile of support
The Cast and Crew being more active on social media again
The continuous positive press
and so many other little things that continue to happen that keep making it feel like we're inching forward.
I'm not an expert, I just have a feeling, based on staring at every happening that's happened over the past 30 days.
So if you need to, go grieve lovelies! Get mad, get frustrated, scream, cry, it's normal and it's healthy. You deserve to let feelings those out.
You are human, and you are wonderful, and you can't be a ray of sunshine all the time (nor should you have to be).
And for those of you who aren't grieving, and instead feeling renewed excitement, that's absolutely wonderful too. Don't feel like you have to grieve if that's not where you're at! Every one of us has a personal journey through all of this, and not one of us will share the exact same experience, so remember not to judge your progress based on everyone else.
Anyway, I'm rambling now, so on to the love notes:
== Love Notes ==
YOU are beautiful.
YOU are doing so damn well.
You are trying your best at whatever you're dealing with in your life, and you're kicking ass, no matter how much it doesn't feel like it some of the days.
You are a glorious piece of stardust, and whether you're shining bright or dim today, you are radiant.
Remember to breathe, and drink some water, and get some rest so you can keep shining.
Love you crew, hope wherever/whenever you are on this big blue marble you're doing well.
=Daily Darby / Tonight's Taika =
In honor of the Love Birds Watch Party I'm including it in tonight's theme. Idk about the Taika one, they seemed to match, or I'm just tired.
#daily ofmd recap#daily ofmd recaps#ofmd daily recap#ofmd daily recaps#ofmd#our flag means death#rhys darby#fuck david zaslav#saveofmd#save ofmd
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the real miracle is someone still writing for her in 2024 XD i’ve been following you for a looong while for the re8 content(which is absolutely amazing), and accidentally stumbled upon some long gone Faith Seed fanfic from yearss ago, the brainworms came back and I remembered seeing that my favorite dimi sister writer also wrote about her and i went 👀👀👀So I was wondering if you’d be willing to write some relationship hc’s about Faith and a badass gn!s/o(they could be the deputy or a reader insert whichever you feel more comfortable with) who looks as mean and as tough as they come but are like an overgrown puppy around Faith. I know your blog is mainly nsfw buttt ik you make some exceptions for sfw content ;) Also it’s my first time ever requesting something instead of just lurking from the side so im sorry if everything sounds messy af😭
Honestly yeah, the ao3 tag even is bombarded with her brothers instead of her, it’s a struggle ;-;
But, as the famous line goes
“Fine, I’ll do it myself” XD, gladly so!
Let’s get into it! :))
Masterlists
Not relationship HCs yet but overall dep/reader being a soft puppy around her XD
Faith has been called many names in the past; daughter, friend, traitor, manipulator, child, herald
A monster. A liar
The one with the flowers
When you stumble to the henbane river, she wonders
What will your name for her be?
It seems, you haven’t quite made up your mind yet
Truthfully, she is awfully curious about you from the moment you’ve stepped into her region of the land
Word is, you’ve caused her brothers quite a bit of trouble
Especially John
Having burned silos left and right, raided bases and taken those that were meant to be “freed”
She ached to visit her brother, if only to catch a glimpse of you
Of course, this is forbidden. She is to stay within the henbane river region
Joseph will not debate on this, she knows
Oh, but what is she doing at the river when her interest lays in the valley?
This changes, one day, when she receives word of your appearance near one of her outposts
From within the flower field, she can’t help but watch you
Joseph surely doesn’t have to know she just watches idly as you take the gas station over
What’s the harm in losing one outpost, after all? She knows, she’ll get it back
It’s unusual for her to be this disobedient. She knows, the Father’s word is law
And she knows, he would disapprove of her curiosity
She is tasked to convert you, not watch as you advance into her territory
She can’t help herself, though
Your rough appearance, the guns and knives, bats and blades strapped to your body, the self crafted weapons she knows to be in your backpack…
The scars along your body, at the very least the ones she can see and are not covered by clothing
Like her, you have a reputation
Rough, badass, mean, unrelenting, stubborn, wrathful, arrogant, merciless
Like you, she doesn’t cling to these terms. These names
She wants to create her own picture of you. Find out who you are really
In a way, it’s her job, to analyse, to pull in, and to take
She jumps at another gunshot, fired into one of her angels. More and more follow
She pities the lives that are lost that day
Oddly enough, she sees you aiming for her flowerfield
Have you received warning about them? Likely
Faith watches from behind a tree as you step into it. She knows, she shouldn’t be this close
She shouldn’t be outside her bunker at all. She shouldn’t be outside the Bliss. Joseph would disapprove
It’s curiosity, though, that pulled her out
The same curiosity that had her find the cult in the first place, too, only pointed towards you this time
She watches, wide eyed, when you suddenly jump back
An illusion of hers, yes. You must see it
Now, Faith is no stranger to the reactions of those who see such illusions of her
She anticipates the gunshot, or the tight beat of the bat that will cause her form to turn to mist
But, you do neither of these things
You don’t attempt to kill her on sight, even if you’re not yet aware it’s not truly her
You don’t even attempt to make her disappear. Instead, you merely tilt your head to the side, as though trying to figure her out
You seem to attempt to talk to her, but she cannot hear. She’s too far away, too far from her Bliss to reach into it and hear your words
Faith shudders for a moment. She feels the ground below her, too hard for her liking. The air, too cold on her bare arms and legs. Her feet are dirtied
This is not the Bliss. She knows, she must return soon
But, you’re so captivating…
You merely stare at her, until the illusion seems to poof away and you shake your head
As you exit her field of white flowers and step away, she frowns
You aren’t burning them down, like the rest of this resistance you’re a part of
You aren’t quite following their goals, she suspects
As she watches you drive off again, her head turns to the sky, far too blue. It’s never this blue in the bliss
She knows, she must return
Faith is- confused- by you
At first, she believed you to be hostile towards everything
And you are, in a way, to most things
And yet, you’re so tender with the illusions you practically drag from her
Never before has someone stepped into her flower fields as often
Once, you attempted to reach out to her, and drew back in shock when she turned to mist
Faith cursed herself. She couldn’t help but wonder, then, how you felt
At the same time, Jacob’s words ring in her mind often enough
Of manipulation and danger, the danger you pose. The wrath you’re bringing, supposedly
Faith doesn’t understand. There is no wrath in the way you treat her, even if it isn’t quite her
She decides to pull you into the Bliss properly
She fiddles with the flower in her hand nervously as she sees you approach, cautious, but eager
No one is with you, it’s only you
Just the way she likes it
“You’re back”, you whisper
She can’t help but giggle a little
It’s rather: you’re back
Faith has been finding you in her flower fields nearly every hour, as though you’re searching for her
And she always appears to you, in the form of the smoke of the bliss
But yet, not this time. This time she drags you into it. This time it’s her
And it’s making her nervous. Has her wish to drag you into it personally made her foolish?
What if you notice it is her in the flesh and fire?
Jacob has warned her of the dangers of the resistance members
She tries not to let it show. She knows, she is meant to appear confident
Carefree
Her white dress flutters in the wind and she shivers
As she walks around her field, she notices you follow eagerly
You always keep your distance- the exact distance to avoid her illusions poofing away. You’ve been paying attention to them
You’re not farther away, nor closer
Until she stretches out her hand
“Let me show you the Bliss”, she whispers
To her surprise, your eyes and expression does not turn angry, or alarmed
You smile at her, and cautiously reach out
Faith automatically takes a step back when you suddenly step into her personal space
You’re grinning, a full on smile she has never heard anybody describe on you before
She didn’t think you would smile
“You’re real”, you realise. She gasps when you poke her shoulder
“Stop that!”, she giggles. She can’t help the peaceful moment
She’s not in the Bliss yet, this is the real world. Joseph has no way of knowing she’s allowing herself this interaction
You don’t pull your gun, nor your other weapons. In fact, your hands are empty as you reach for her again
“Show me”, you seem to plead
And Faith all too happily does
She laughs gleefully at the feeling of the Bliss around her, her lips pursing as she blows some of the powder to your face
As you awaken, you immediately move back to her side, now too in the world of her creation
She giggles, her fingertips stroking the petals of the flowers below her
She sees you follow her, no matter where she goes. When she steps back, you follow
She knows, her goal is to bring you into the Father’s statue, to test your faith
But she is curious, and is having to much fun
How come you are following her like a lost puppy?
How long will you indulge her?
She giggles happily and carelessly as she grasps your hand and runs through her flowerfield
The world seems so soft, so warm and light. She loves the sensation
Faith gasps when you come to a halt, her hand in yours tugged and keeping her from running again
Even in this world, you’re strong
For a moment, she fears what you will do, standing still with her hand clasped tightly in yours
You’re holding hers even tighter than she holds you, but not uncomfortably so. It doesn’t hurt her
In fact, you seem very careful around her, as though she was as petite as the flowers she is known for
The auburn haired woman watches wide eyed as you pick one, and another
She feels her face heat up even in this Bliss world of hers when they are handed to her
“For you”
Faith likes to think she isn’t one to easily fluster (Yes she is)
And yet, she finds herself with pink cheeks every time her dear deputy crosses her path
And it’s often, really
There are countless times she is summoned to one of her fields by your presence, doing her best to concentrate so she will not simply poof away when you near her
She knows, you won’t hurt her
And she knows, you travel alone, and don’t allow anybody else to do as much as aim at her
And each time she is summoned, she feels your leathery, gloved fingertips press against hers when you push another flower into her hand
It’s almost as though you’re retrieving them for her
She expects no less this time, but is surprised when she receives more
“Stay still?”, you ask
She knows, her brothers would scold her for her delusion and nativity, for she closes her eyes and stands still with her hands clasped together behind her back
She’s vulnerable to attacks, she knows this
But, funnily enough, she has faith in you
And this is not betrayed. No harm comes to her, only the feathery soft sensation of flower petals brushing against her head
First her cheeks, then her forehead
Her unpainted lips part when she feels you tuck a strand of hair behind her ear
Next, something is sat on her head
Faith knows the familiar sensation of a flower crown
“Okay, open!”
She adores your excitement
Faith smiles as she opens her eyes, bright and happy when she raises her hand and petite fingertips brush against the white flower petals
You smile down at her, wide and happy, satisfied with yourself
“Thank you”
She knows, in time you too have put your faith in her
Not Joseph. Her
She never speaks of your soft nature to anyone
She never lets anybody know how you are around her when she hears of the trouble you’re causing her brothers whenever you venture into their regions
She isn’t stressed when you leave the henbane river
You always return
With gifts, usually, such as honey and apples from a farm in the valley
Or perhaps even magazines, and once- Faith remembers, you even retrieved her a red dress found in the mountains region of Hope County
She didn’t have the heart to tell you she was to only wear the white one gifted to her by Joseph
Still, she likes to look at it and hold it in front of her at mirrors in her base, the fabric tucked away in a suitcase under her bed
She also notices in time- you’re quite touchy with her
Whether in the real world or the Bliss, you like to stick close, and ideally hold onto her
She knows, you’re fond of holding her hand
At other times you like to pick flowers and hand them to her. Faith is not stupid, but allows you the action as an excuse to touch her
She often feels your hand on her hip, playing with the fabric of her dress
Never do you tug
Never would you dare attempt to tear it
You’re careful with her, clingy and sweet, and in return, she’s free with you
A secret shared between the two of you
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Long Ass Tag Game
Cause I wanna get to know you guys better
Thanks for the tag @edas-boytoy <33 Putting this under cut
I accidently wrote looong answer for one question shdhs
How many tumblr accounts have you had before this one?
It's my first one actually haha, I've made like two/three more after this but now they're abandoned forever
Also for this blog I have two sideblogs, I don't really use them now either
How long have you been in fandom?
Like the current one? By the end of July 2023 I posted my first Kyoshi novels fanart and maybe one month earlier I started rebloging and commenting on posts from others, this was after I read the novels and I jumped into their fandom and then in the procces I've also got into tlok and atla (I enjoyed them way earlier but I just didn't participate in their fandoms)
Your favorite trope in fiction?
HMMMmmm Grumpy serious stoick ish x chaotic more fun (and other antonyms that matches first character idk) (whatever heituat has going on))), expressive women with strong personalities, girlfailures<3, severe stern ruthless etcetc women but caring deep down inside (optional), morally gray characters, and I'm just a little obssesed with mother daughter relationships in fiction if that counts as a trope
Your favorite random fact?
That might be well known idk, but sometimes for a video game character they'll hire one person as only just face model, and then differnt person as voice and acting/motion capture
Must feel weird and funny when you basically see yourself in video game doing stuff you didn't do speaking with a different voice
Your favorite game or kind of game?
Now I don't really play video games myself but since I've watched Until Dawn gameplay yeaaaars ago I still like to watch playthroughts of those choice based horror games (the quarry, devil in me, resident evil etc), and later I watch other playthroughts for different choices outcomes scenes etcetccc, The games can be kinda stupid but fun, alsooo playthroughts of adventure games(???), I usually watch them when I eat something
Also CHECK OUT "STRAY"!! I only watched playthrought too but it looks so cool, you basically play as a cat (they did good job with motion capture, feels like real cat moves and it looks so fun to play) and you're in a world when humans no longer exist and there are cool looking robots, you can stratch walls and make robots pet you but I promise it's not just that lolol it has an actual plot and wordbuilding
Aside video games I like chess but I suck big time, but for my defence I mostly played with my friend who sucks even more aHA, we downlanded one chess app for two players and played during some classes
I think I'm just interested in 3d models and graphics hehhh I like 3d modeling
There's also a game called Hades, and this one I actually started playing myself, not the kind of games I'm usually into (roguelike),but friend got me it and! The character designs are very cool
HA nerd long anwser
A place you'd like to visit? (If carbon emissions, logistics and money weren't in question)
Honestly idk, somewhere warm, Greece? Spain would be nice too mmm mm architecture
Or someplace with cool mountains
An animal you're irrationally afraid of?
Ladybugs. No further explenations. But I do appreciate their beauty on photos and from big distance, I'm serious they are very pretty
What's your favorite season?
HMmmm currenlty maybe spring
A smell that brings you nice memories?
I still remember taking a breath of fresh spring air in a specific room last year and getting hit with memories lol, is that even a smell? felt like a smell
(If you're ok talking about food. If not, delete this part)
What's your favorite food from where you were born? And what's your favorite food from some place else?
Pierogi, krokiety and bigos from our stupid potatoland, from other places hmmm, most kinds of pasta maybe, I love pasta, pasta!! which is a little boring but mmmmm mm mmmm pastaaaaa
What's your favorite drink (if you drink alcohol, alcoholic and non-alcoholic)?
I do drink but not too often and I don't really care what, I like flavoured beer, which is alcohol for babies as my friend would say and she might be right but I like it
Do you give your pets random table scraps?
Not too often but sometimes yeah and depends what is it
no pressure tag @korrasamibottles
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Fic Tag Game
Thanks @fandomscraziness22 for the tag!! 🩵
How many works do you have on AO3?
10! My page says 7 but I have some I've published anonymously.
What's your AO3 word count?
122,718
What fandoms do you write for?
It's been a while since I've posted anything but when I do find the motivation to write it's usually Julie and the Phantoms, Outer Banks, or The Summer I Turned Pretty!
I've written some for other fandoms too but that was a looong time ago haha.
What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
(Not including the ones I'd like to remain anonymous 😉)
- Fire Red and Ocean Blue (TSITP)
- I Hate the Way I Don't Hate You (JatP)
- Been Counting My Blessings Thinking This Through (OBX)
- Something Like That (JatP)
- I'm Standing in Your Line (I Do Hope You Have the Time) (JatP)
Do you respond to comments?
I really try to respond to every comment, even if it takes me a while to respond! I genuinely appreciate people who take the time to not only read my writing but also share with me their thoughts, so the least I can do is respond back 😊
What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
Oof in general I usually stick to happy endings so there hasn't been a ton of angsty endings! But I once wrote a fic exploring a character navigating the aftermath of the sudden death of his wife. It ends with him bonding with a woman in a bar who had also lost her husband, and they dance together and while it's nice to have some sort of companionship again, there's an unspoken agreement that nothing and no one would ever compare to their late spouses. (Based off the song Ghost of You by 5SOS, specifically the last line!)
I don't usually write major character deaths, and I actually ended up taking that one down because it was too sad for me haha.
What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
The rest of my fics pretty much all have HEAs because at my core that's what I enjoy most haha. But my favorite and probably fluffiest ending is Fire Red and Ocean Blue.
Do you get hate on fics?
I don't remember ever getting any hate! *knock on wood*
Do you write smut? What kind?
I do not, but I always enjoy reading a good smut fic!
Do you write crossovers?
No, but I love AUs or fics based off of other books/shows/movies!
Have you ever had a fic translated?
Also no haha.
Have you ever cowritten a fic before?
I've attempted to, a loooong time ago when I was first getting into fanfic. Nothing ever came of it though, we were both, like, 12 so it fizzled haha. I have no idea where that person is today but I hope they're doing well!!
What WIP would you like to finish, but doubt you ever will?
Back when s1 of Outer Banks came out I started working on a Jiara one night stand fic and got about halfway done. I still think about it often, but too much has happened in s2 and 3 it just wouldn't make sense anymore and I'd basically have to start from scratch.
What's your all-time favorite ship?
This is a tough one! My oldest and most beloved ships will always be Romione and Percabeth. But no ship has ever, and may never again, have me in a chokehold quite like Juke did during the height of my JatP hyperfixation. So one of those three! 😂
What are your writing strengths?
Ooo I love a good theme or motif or analogy and bringing everything back around full circle. It makes my little perfectionist virgo brain very happy haha.
What are your writing weaknesses?
Sometimes I'll rush through the little details just to get to the main plot points. I constantly have to remind myself to slow down, a sort of "stop and smell the roses" if you will, and set the scene or create unique little character details to make my fics more descriptive.
Thoughts on writing dialogue in a another language for a fic?
If it's needed it's needed! I usually will copy/paste and look up the translation if I need to.
First fandom you wrote for?
Glee haha. I used to be OBSESSED.
Favorite fic you've ever written?
I feel like this answer changes depending on my mood haha. Right now I think it'd have to be Been Counting My Blessings Thinking This Through, but that could totally be recency bias haha. I am very proud of it though!
What fic would you want to rewrite someday?
I wrote this PJO (Tratie) fic called Rivers about 10 years ago and to this day the idea behind it is probably one of my favorite ideas I've ever had for a fic. When I reread it now, I can't help but see the writing of a 15 year old girl who had no idea what she was talking about and was unable to execute it in the way I wanted to in my mind haha. I always tell myself I'm going to rewrite it, and maybe with the show coming out soon, it'll inspire me to!
This was so fun!! Tagging @story-courty @bex2313 and @writerownstory and anyone else who wants to participate!
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plain and simple nr1 for the ask game :)
Why do you like this ship?
Oooh such a good question! And I have a looong, slightly incoherent answer to it so buckle up!
I've always been a Steve girlie at heart so I always want what's best for him and it is definitely NOT what the writers were trying to do with him and Nancy in s4. And I think we were all enamored by Eddie the moment he appeared on the screen so suddenly I had two fave characters who had multiple ~moments~ throughout s4 that made me think "huh.... this could be something." And then this summer I was scrolling through the ST tag here on tumblr and saw my first ever Steddie fanart and I remember tagging it with like "oh it's art like this that makes me want to ship this for real" and it just.... went downhill from there.
But to answer the actual question: I don't wanna sound like every RuPaul's Drag Race judge ever, but I think it all comes down to versatility. We know so very little about Eddie's backstory (and to be fair, we don't know that much about Steve either) and that just works WONDERS. They're like two little lumps of clay that you can mold them into anything you want. Whether it's a canon compliant ship, or rockstar Eddie, or teacher Steve, or a college AU, almost everything seems to work with these two and that's why it's such a good ship. There's something in there for everyone.
I also think that these characters can be best described by a quote from the movie Moulin Rouge "the greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to be loved and be loved in return". Even with all that has happened to them, these two have the biggest hearts and care so much, even though they use sarcasm and overall dramatics to hide it all. You see it with Steve taking care of the kids and putting himself in danger to protect the others and you see it with Eddie taking in strays and literally sacrificing himself for Dustin. And that just works for them??? Like they both obviously have so much love to give but they're both lacking love in one way or another so they compliment each other so beautifully??? I just want them to take care of each other and be happy and loved and just 🥺🥺🥺
(Also the very obvious bad boy (loser) x jock (loser) trope and idiot4idiot tropes are just so fun every damn time)
#this makes no sense probably#but i hope you get the gist#unclewaynemunson#ask game#thanks for asking anna i loved this question 💖💖
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Sims Tag
Thank you @emperorofthedark for the tag!
What's your favorite Sims death? - Old age. I love those hula zombies.
Alpha CC or Maxis Match? - Definitely Alpha CC. I like to have Alpha CC versions of Maxis Match CC, so they have the same essence but a different appearance.
Do you cheat when your sims gain weight? - I do. I run a tight ship and all of my Sims are purposefully sculpted to be a certain appearance.
Do you use move objects? - Of course! But it causes me such trouble even if I've changed my devices, and nobody's been able to explain why.
Favorite mod? - Oh dear. It has to be anything made by @sunmoon-starfactory!
First expansion/game/stuff pack you got? - For The Sims 2, I think it was Holiday Stuff. I only remember my TS1 EPs, and it was Livin' Large. Oh man, those were the days!
Do you pronounce “live mode” like aLIVE or LIVing? - The former.
Who’s your favorite sim that you’ve made? - I love my extra elderly Sims because I've played around with the sliders to make them look so aged with no teeth and sunken eyes and just looking like raisins in general. There's this one old Sim that has survived my various gaming eras because I just thought I've sculpted her so beautifully.
Have you made a simself? - Yeah, in various versions. I found it rather galling, to be frank.
What sims traits do you give yourself? - Charismatic, Eccentric, Flirty, Grumpy, and Nurturing
Which is your favorite EA hair color? - Black is always safe. I'm Asian so everything else looks so cartoony.
Favorite EA hair? - That shaggy male hair. I love it. It's so 2000s and it's so attractive in a guy.
Favorite life stage? - Elders, of course.
Are you a builder or are you in it for the game play? - More of a builder. Playing it is...I don't know. I only do it once in a blue moon. Maybe because I crash a lot!
Are you a CC creator? - Sometimes. I create Sims and recently I've learned how to modify alpha meshes and textures of objects, so I'm a recolorist.
Do you have any simblr friends/a sims squad? - I have many friends and acquaintances but no squads! I guess sometimes it's just difficult when you're in a different time zone.
What’s your favorite game (1,2,3,4)? - The Sims 2, of course, but The Sims 1 has a special place in my heart.
Do you have any sims merch? - Nope.
Do you have a youtube for sims? - Nope, but I wish I did.
How has your “sims style” changed throughout your years of playing? - I used to play a Western game but since the 2010s I've played an Indonesian game.
What’s your origin ID? - My what?
Who’s your favorite cc creator? - Oh my goodness, so many! I love you all!
How long have you had a simblr? - @whattheskell asked me to join a looong time ago, probably like, in 2013 or something? Or earlier?
How do you edit your pictures? - Gosh I don't know. I pray for the best.
What expansion/game/stuff pack do you want next? - Kinda wanna try The Sims 3 more but eh.
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Hi! I love your art, and discovered it through the Soriel Week Tumblr page. How did you discover Soriel Week? (P.S. I wish I could ask with a Tumblr account, but I'm not allowed to have one.) :3
ah thank you! ;v;
it's been a looong time since then but I think how I found it was just a case of another Soriel artist I followed reblogging the announcement post? either that or I saw it in the Soriel tag, I don't remember much from all the way back in 2016 ahah
a lot of my older SoriWeek art has aged like milk but I do feel proud of having taken part in every event ✨
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I am looong overdue for a snippet, so I'm dropping a long one to make up for it. I see and appreciate all the tags and love you all so much for nudging me the past couple of weeks to share something. I promise I'm not ignoring you! Just really busy/lazy/preoccupied AF. This snip is from my forthcoming fic (still untitled at the moment) for this year's @onedirectionbigbang, a summertime 90s AU which is a follow-up to I Know You Rider...
Thanks again for the tags @zannithinks @larrysballetslippers @dontworrylouis @ohpleaselarry @stylesthebrave @ladyaj-13 @hershelsue
Tagging @lululawrence @parmahamlarrie @thestylinsons @kingsofeverything @jacaranda-bloom @lightwoodsmagic @louandhazaf @crinkle-eyed-boo @adidassquad @larry-hiatus
and anyone else who feels like sharing!
✂️Snippet below the cut.✂️
“Hey, I know you’re upset we had to leave early, but look at this weather, huh?” Harry’s mother says, offering a conciliatory smile as she pats his knee, rubbing her thumb in soothing circles. Windshield wipers slap back and forth in time, shucking away the light patter of rain on the glass in a hypnotic rhythm. The hiss of tires driving by on the wet asphalt of the interstate lulls Harry into a daze. He lets his head drop onto the cool glass, resting his forehead on the window. Fixing his gaze on the fog line that passes by in a blur of white paint, it reminds Harry of the white stripes on a certain boy’s beat up black Vans. Apparently, it doesn’t take much for literally anything to remind him of Louis and the week they spent together.
“Go ahead and pick something, honey,” Harry’s mom says again as a gentle nudge.
Harry reaches under his seat, feeling around for the zippered black nylon Case Logic case they’ve affectionately dubbed ‘the jukebox’ that his mom keeps stocked full of her best road trip tapes. He traces a finger down the line of jewel cases, contemplating his selection.
Some are their favorite albums, Stevie Nicks’ Bella Donna, The Big Chill Soundtrack, Paul Simon’s Graceland, others are homemade mix tapes. Hours of careful curation go into each one as she mines her extensive music collection to find songs to suit a particular mood or theme. Then she decorates them. Stickers and Sharpie artwork cover the cassette itself (her signature is a boom box outline using the holes of the tape reels as speakers). Each one has a peculiar name like Radioactive Bubblegum (pop mix), Creamsicles and Slip ‘N Slides (summer mix), Sorcery and Melodrama (divas and musicals). Her personal touches continue with meticulous handwriting and colorful doodles that cover each J-card from corner to corner. If there’s room, she’ll squeeze in a random fact about a band or a quote that suits that mix’s theme. He loves this glimpse into his mother’s creative side and seeing her get swept up in something she’s so passionate about. He gets a sense that not a lot has changed since high school, at least as far as her passion for music is concerned, and sometimes wonders, in another lifetime, if they might’ve been friends.
There might be some moms that enjoy flipping casually through the pages of Cosmo or Good Housekeeping, and other boys who steal their older brothers' Playboys. But Harry and his mother Anne aren’t like everyone else. Rolling Stone was their magazine, and he remembers how they both eagerly awaited its arrival every other week in the mailbox. By the time Harry was nine or ten, they were fighting over who got to flip through it first and most nights Harry would read the articles or latest album reviews aloud to her at the kitchen table (instead of doing his homework) as she made them dinner.
Music is their shared hobby, and she’s like an encyclopedia of random facts, always peppering them into a casual conversation that Harry absorbs like a sponge. Now that he’s older, he tries to stump Anne with music trivia of his own or tell her about the latest new releases, hoping he might tell her something she doesn’t already know, but that is rarely the case. Either way, she’s always a great sport, playing along and acting surprised when he quizzes her. It’s obvious where his love of music came from, and he’s so thankful that she’s shared it with him.
Anne would always try to include his sister Gemma whenever they quizzed each other with music trivia, but she was more interested in her books. He likes that it’s always been their thing. He loves his sister, he really does. They’re very close, as siblings of single parents often are, and have their own things, like their mutual crush on Jordan Catalano, who they both swoon over. They spent their typical Friday night in front of the TV. Mom went to bed right after TGIF ended, then they would stay up way too late, passing a pint of Chubby Hubby back and forth while watching endless reruns of My So-Called Life. But there’s a part of him that’s happy he gets his mother all to himself.
#snippets#my writing#one direction big bang#arcades and lemonade series#90's au#larry fic#one direction fic#harry x louis#cyantific fics
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𝘕𝘊𝘛 𝘋𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘬𝘪𝘥𝘴
requested by the lovely @m4rshm4llow (*ૂ❛ัᴗ❛ั*ૂ)
Mark Lee
i think mark is quite good with children too when he’s not frozen in awkwardness
but i wouldn’t trust with him alone with a kid for too long tbh
like i see him as someone who could probably entertain a kid for a couple of hours succesfully but taking care of them?? yeah no (˵¯͒ བ¯͒˵)
so let’s say he had to tag along with you to babysit because he didn’t want to waste any time he could spend with you *let my boy receive his love*
but he’s not thaaaat excited he just hopes that the kid will get K.O.-ed early in the night so he could have some alone time with you( ͡~ ͜ʖ ͡°).... TO CUDDLE ya nasties
so when you arrive at your cousin’s house and you come in
he surely DIDN’T expect a kid to literally throw himself onto you and cling to your legs while chanting your name o(*^▽^*)o
the only way you can get him to detach so you can walk is if you pick him up in your arms
“y/n, who’s he?” mark just stares at the chubby finger pointed at him and produces an *HIGHLY AWKWARD* smile like (*′☉.̫☉)
“oh this is mark, my boyfriend”
*silence* “ew”
now hold on rewind
did a kid just ‘ew’ at mark (｡☉︵ ಠ╬)
and then he had THE AUDACITY to cling to your neck while rambling about his new robot toy and mark had to THIRDWHEEL the entire night
now he’s sure you have superpowers how could you tame that!!??!?! even haechan could be considered mild in comparison to... this ʕ •̀ o •́ ʔ
he’s pouty the entire evening while you play and take care of the newly spawned devil in town who HOGS your attention the entire time
so when he finally runs out of energy a bit later than mark would have hoped for, he’s quick to envelop you in his arms and drag you into a well deserved cuddle session ༼ つ ◕_◕ ༽つ
“what took you so looong?”
“sorry sorry, i had to look under his man for boogeyman”
“pffft i think boogeyman is the one looking under his bed for that kid”
but he does melt when he remembers the way your eyes sparkled as the child giggled excitedly on your lap while imagining himself in the picture too (๑°꒵°๑)･*♡
Huang Renjun
renjun as we all know is just a bit short tempered so i’m not sure where he stands in his relationship with kids 눈_눈
but also he brings up his younger cousins quite often and he seems very fond of them whenever he talks about them
so i guess he likes kids but like good kids ya know Σ(-᷅_-᷄๑)
so let’s say you’re shopping in like one of those bigger supermarkets
and you hear cries
your mother instincts literally GO OFF LIKE CRAZY
renjun doesn’t even have the time to blink before you’re dragging him in the direction of the noise with such precision you might as well have a radar at this point ᕕ༼✿•̀︿•́༽ᕗ
turns out a little girl was lost between the tall aisles
renjun is a lil bewildered cause what is he supposed to do? not like he’s tall enough to see other the aisles in his dreams maybe
but you seem to know EXACTLY what to do as you crouch down in front of the girl and speak to her so gently not even renjun can hear properly
and then as if nothing happened she stops crying
just like that so renjun decides to try his luck too o｜◕ˇ▽ˇ◕｜ツ
“come on, let’s go find mommy and daddy”
and lemme tell ya the little girl sprung into your arms and clung to you with everything she had as she mumbled into your neck
“i only wanna go with miss” (つ﹏<)･ﾟ｡
his eye twitched a lil ngl （；¬＿¬)
and that’s how you end up taking a stroll to the announcement desk with a whole child gripping onto your hand
renjun would have never imagined his grocery run to turn into this
he only wanted some damn carrots not a frickin child ಠ╭╮ಠ
thankfully it didn’t take long for the parents to run over and thank you for returning their child safely but there was only one problem left
getting her to let go of you
that was a whole ass dramatic goodbye
poor renjun was left exhausted after this he gave up any grocery run he intended to do and dragged you home pronto (ﾉTдT)ﾉ
he admires you so much for how you handled the situation and how you seemed to be so natural and in your element he can only think of how great of a mother you will be in the future with his beside you hopefully
Lee Jeno
one word, his greatest asset: PATIENCE
i see jeno as a man of patience which is more than just helpful when it comes to handling children ❀.(*´◡`*)❀.
he’s also volunteered in all these programs that involved children and he did really well if you ask me soooo he’s a good ally to have (︶.̮︶✽)
and you really REALLY want to volunteer together at one of those like emergency centres for children or something
and who is he to deny his love? he couldn’t have even if he wanted to, you’re too cute in his eyes so he lets you get your way anyway
so before you step inside one of the caretakers gives you some advice
warns you that the new kid, a little girl still in primary school, is still very closed off and wary of everyone
but as you step inside the kids get drawn to you like moths to a flame, swarming around you and asking you questions while dragging you in the living room to play with them
jeno just trails behind, watching the entire commotion with his soft eye smile as he understands (◍•ᴗ•◍)
he knows that you just have a way with people, he’s been in the same position mesmerized by you, it’s one of the reasons he loves you so much and seeing you so purely happy surrounded by children
MELTED HIM ♡(.◜ω◝.)♡
eventually you drag him into the happy circle too and he seems to fit in just right by your side with giggling children everywhere around you
he ends up using his muscly arms ᕙ[ ˵ ͡’ ω ͡’ ˵ ]ᕗ as swings
“hey!! i’m stronger than you!!! let’s have a fight!!!!”
you just giggle as you colour some pictures with a few kids but stare at your boyfriend from the corner of your eye
jeno is so simply happy and comfortable he doesn’t even notice when you disappear from the crowd at first
but when he does his eyes search wildly for you like a lost puppy Σ(ﾟﾛ､ﾟ;)
but then he spots you
curled up on a small couch in the corner of the room, deep in conversation with the new girl whose eyes seemed just a little brighter as you clutched her hand in yours warmly ｡ﾟ.(*´◡` )
and jeno just realises again
you’re just working your charm once again and once again jeno falls for you for the nth time, deeper than the last time and lighter than the next
Lee Donghyuck
this manchild right here smh ୧༼◔益◔୧ ༽
now don’t get me wrong i’m pretty sure he’s decent at least with children
given he has two younger siblings and he often talks about hanging out with his little brother also have you seen that vid with the little girl?? the was he talked to her ⊂（♡⌂♡）⊃
buuuut BUT he’s also DYING like a fish out of water without attention
so when he invites you to tag along to his hangout with his lil bro
he didn’t expect TO BE THE ONE THIRDWHEELING!!!! (╬ಠ益ಠ)
you keep feeding and pampering his brother who basks in your full attention half because he loves it half because he loves the annoyed look on hyuck’s face
“babe i want some kimchi too” (*ﾟ∀ﾟ*)
“oh!!! sure, i’m sorry for hoarding it all”
and as hyuck awaits with his eyes closed and his mouth open with a pleased smile
you plop a bowl of kimchi in front of him and turn back to his brother as he tugs on the sleeve of your shirt
hyuck, muttering to himself: ‘i should have left you home, you lil brat, both of you traitors!!!!!’ (ノTДT)ノ ┻┻
he pouts and sighs dramatically with crossed arms the entire night while watching you interact oh so sweetly with his little brother
but he can’t deny the warm feeling of fondness swarming is his chest seeing you get along so well with his family and being so genuinely happy when you’re with kids
still complains to you when he gets you alone
“i can’t believe you love my brother more than me!!! ME, YOUR SWEET LOVELY CUTIE BOYFRIEND!!!” ‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )‧º·˚
“first of all, i wouldn’t stretch it that far-” “how is that stretching-?!??!”
“i’m sorry i’m sorry, my sweet lovely cutie boyfriend, i just missed him, he’s so cute and i haven’t seen him in so long and he seems to grow so fast every time we meet” (oꆤ︵ꆤo)
NOW hyuck is real soft how can he be mad at you when you’re THIS ADORABLE AFSKSGDFSAF-
hyuck just presses a sweet smooch to your temple and mutters
“he only acts that cute with you, he’s a devil at home”
“sheesh, i wonder who he takes after” *pointed look* (￢ε￢ )
Na Jaemin
my man here will most likely compete with YOU for the CHILD’S attention
it’s like GAME OVER for him if a child rejects him ε-(≖д≖﹆)
he’s never gonna get over this betrayal from both sides
so let’s say he takes you with him when he offers to babysit a cousin or neighbour idk you get where i’m getting at
and he’s already ‘play buddies’ with him as jaemin likes to put it (,,꒪꒫꒪,,)
and you’re slightly acquitanced with him from a previous visit to jaemin’s house when you coincidentally met
so when jaemin opens the door and announces his presence LOUDLY, the little boy doesn’t waste A SECOND to waddle in the hallway and meet you both ლ(＾ω＾ლ)
and jaemin crouches to meet him midway and-
and he *swooshes* past jaemin and into your open arms while giggling
jaemin, a lonely man in the middle of a hallway: (ಥ⌣ಥ)
the entire day, your boyfriend tries to steal the kid’s attention or bribe him over with sweets or toys
now you’re wondering who the real brat is
is salty about the UTTER rejection but also can’t help but watch you both so fondly with a proud hopefully in future for real fatherly smile (*ૂ❛ัᴗ❛ั*ૂ)
“are you practicing, y/n?”
“pardon?”
“practice, are you practicing?”
“for...?” ∑（´△｀○）
“ya know” *wiggles eyebrows* “taking care of our future children”
“learn how to control your own brat at home read jisung first and THEN we can talk, jaemama”
jaemin can’t believe this low blow, how could you after everything he’s done: cooking for you, taking you on bike rides even though he was the one who wanted to, even buying pads!!! or even worse!!!!! STRAWBERRY YOGHURT!!!!!! ∑(ﾟ台ﾟlll
he’s still pouty as you all put on an animation and snuggle a blanket
but then!!!! you fall asleep with the little boy in your embrace
and jaemin!!!!! just!!! CAN’T!!! stay mad!!!!!! cause you’re both just SO absolutely irrevocably CUTE!!!!!! ♡( ૢ⁼̴̤̆ ꇴ ⁼̴̤̆ ૢ)~ෆ♡
so he just HAS TO lay a *meaningful* smooch on your forehead as he sleepily moves closer to you both, one arm wrapping loosely around you while the other caresses the child’s head, lulling the both of them to sleep his protecc instincts kicked in y’all
Zhong Chenle
he has already expressed his wish to have a family someday since he wants to live the same happiness his brother does with his own family
which i think is ABSOLUTELY PRECIOUS
and we all know he’s WHIPPED for his nephew ˞♡ฅ(ᐤˊ꒳ฅˋᐤ)
but unfortunately
that doesn’t necessarily mean he’s good with children yet
let me give you a context over here
so he’s left alone for a short while with his baby nephew which shouldn’t be too bad since technically chenle is an adult at least legally okay??
and right things are all good until BABY STARTS TO CRY i’m talking about the actual baby here although chenle might cry too at this point
and chenle just PANICS when he realises that just shushing won’t work and whacking a hand over his mouth *cough* like he does to jisung *cough* isn’t an option (╬⁽⁽ ⁰ ⁾⁾ Д ⁽⁽ ⁰ ⁾⁾)
but thankfully, you’re there!!!!!!
“may i?” you ask chenle as you stretch out your arms in his direction
chenle has never passed over anything faster in his entire life џ(ºДºџ)
so when you coddle the baby in your arms and just gently bounce him a little he just settles down so cutely and most important QUIETLY as he stares up at you with curious eyes, small fingers curling up around a necklace swung around your neck or just the fabric of your shirt
chenle is all like (๑•́o•̀๑)!!
HOW DID YOU JUST DO THAT!!!!
and he watches with eyes even more curious than his nephew’s eyes as the baby slowly dozes off peacefully in your arms (꒡ ω ꒡ )zzz
it just hits him just how natural the scene looks
he approaches carefully once he’s sure his nephew fell asleep and lays a gentle hand on your head as he peers down at the cute chubby baby face
“you’re a life saver, how did you even manage to do that?” ◎ܫ◎
“you know, i have to take care of you all the time so-”
he flicks your forehead faster than you can finish that sentence
way to ruin a moment (oT-T)
but *SIKEEE* the baby fusses a little as soon as you frown and chenle immediately freaks out
he showers the spot on your forehead with kisses and his nephew settles down once again as you smile at him proudly ໒( ͡ᵔ ▾ ͡ᵔ )७
chenle rolls his eyes as if he doesn’t wish for this scene to become familiar to him sometime in the future
Park Jisung
this chick is still a baby who barely hatched
so he’s still in CONSTANT WONDER of the world ༼ つ ◕o◕ ༽つ
and in this episode of ‘jisung the explorer’ he’s discovering... ACTUAL babies
so you were on a date at the local mall when you met with a family friend of your mom’s who was struggling with her fussy baby girl in a carrier while trying to shop for some baby products
so you offer to watch over the girl until her mom finishes up (•́⌄•́๑)૭✧
but just as you’re about to attach the baby carrier to yourself, an old woman asks for directions around the shop
so you pass the baby to jisung for literally a minute to show the lady the way └(>ω<。)┐
and jisung is HIGHKEY PANICKED
he holds the baby by the underarms at arms length and obviously she doesn’t enjoy that and just starts wailing in the middle of the shop
and people just... stare (,Ծ_Ծ,)
and jisung is all like ‘IT’S NOT MINE!!!!! AND I’M NOT STEALING OR MISTREATING IT EITHER!!!!!!’
the moment you’re back in his sight, he’s THRUSTING that tiny loud bald creature in your arms it’s a child jisung ║ * ರ Ĺ̯ ರ * ║
and he expects for you to panic too but right away
the baby quietens down as you cuddle her close to your chest and coo softly in a hushed baby voice
and she plays with your shirt while you glare at your boyfriend (눈_눈)
“y/n, you sorcerer, how did you just shut it off?”
“i didn’t ‘shut it off’, she’s a baby not a tape recorder”
“oh REALLY, i couldn’t tell the difference for a moment there”
you just might consider returning jisung and keeping the baby（ ಠωಠ）
he watches in wonder as you entertain the baby for the next few minutes until her mother comes back
and he swears his heart skips a beat when he sees your smile widen with tenderness once you get a small giggle out of the baby (*ฅ́˘ฅ̀*)
he supposes maybe she isn’t so bad since she makes you so happy
even though she was louder than even chenle which is an accomplishment at this point
and when jisung notices your slight pout once you gave the baby back and parted ways he makes sure to shower your face in kisses until you regain the same smile that made him fall so deep in love with you
#nct scenarios#nct reactions#nct angst#nct fluff#nct imagines#nct#nct dream#nct dream fluff#nct dream angst#nct dream reactions#nct dream scenarios#nct dream imagines#nct fic#nct dream fic#nct mark#nct jeno#nct jaemin#nct haechan#nct jisung#nct chenle
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Punch Off Spin-Off: The NCT Intervention Prologue
Summary: They say, it takes a village to raise a child. Well, it takes the whole of NCT to get Taeyong to finally get your attention and ask you out.
Or, here are the 22 ways Taeyong fails and the 1 time he doesn’t.
Warning/Notes: This is a spin-off from THIS DRABBLE. What was supposed to be a spin-off turned into a whole-ass idea for Mr. Frowny Face up there.
Y/N is a different person from the previous work! In this case, she’s THE person to call to fix/repair/upcycle stuff in campus and Taeyong’s a dork.
Word Count: 752 words
“I hope you don’t expect me to fix that.”
Johnny looks up at you staring at what was their coffee table and laughs, “No, no, don’t worry. It’s actually up here.”
He leads you up the stairs, tiptoeing around the remains of last night’s Punch Off. A funny, maybe slightly immature way of settlings things that work, so who were you to judge really.
Heaving up your tool box, you look over your shoulder and raise your eyebrow at the broken chair by the equally bereaved coffee table. Entering a familiar room, you ask, “Mind telling me what happened downstairs?”
A frazzled Taeyong stands in the middle of the room turns to you and laughs. The type of crazed, manic laugh that says - “I’m barely hanging on to my sanity” kind of thing.
“Uh, yeah… we had a situation.”
Nodding, you step further into the room and placed your toolbox on the floor. Behind you, Johnny grins at Taeyong making jazz hands before leaving.
“Looks like a tornado blew in.”
“Yeah, some of us had a disagreement.” Taeyong mutters, shifting his weight from what foot to the other.
“A disagreement? At Punch Off? Wow.” You grin, “So, if I’m not here to fix that, what do you have for me?”
Sheepishly, Taeyong steps aside and reveals what was his bed. On its place is a pile of comforters and pillows, the mattress lying rigid and low above a broken bed frame.
“Well,” you whistle, side-eyeing Taeyong, “somebody had a fun night.”
The music education major flushes so hard under your gaze that you almost feel bad for poking fun. Almost. But you and he have been friends since first year of uni, and you’ve been fixing their house’s mess for almost as long, so really, you think you might have earned the right.
You wait for Taeyong’s denial but instead, you’re surprised by his awkward laugh.
Oh.
You glance back at the broken bed to find a metal glint just by the head of the frame. Is that… is that a handcuff?
Wow.
You clear your throat and gestured, “Let me see what I could do.”
“She just upped and left?” Johnny laughs, slapping the cushion on his lap, “Seriously?”
Taeyong flushes and turns his doe eyes to Taeil for an assist, but the elder member just shrugs and grins. Traitor.
He’s recounting yesterday’s events, trying to decipher what he needs to do next because shit DID NOT work out. You didn’t even ask about it!
“She reinforced my bed frame too.” Taeyong murmurs, running his hand through his newly bleached hair.
Jeno said it will make you notice his ~danger~ apparently, girls dig that or something. A new look, for his application to a new position in your life.
“Whose idea was it even to break your bed in the first place? Really, out of all the things we could call her for repairs.” Taeil asks softly but still with that shit-eating grin on his face. “What was the point?”
Taeyong feels his ears burn and tosses the cushion to a snickering Johnny. Thank god, the Dreamies are out.
“You know how Lucas broke his bed last semester at the WayV chapter?” The Chicago native asks.
“Yeah? With that girl from his Bio— OH. Oh, oh — OH,” The economics major turns to his frat head with wide disbelieving eyes, “Oh my god, you didn’t.”
“He did.” Johnny quips, finding the situation all too funny.
“Haechan said it was a good idea!”
“And you believed him?” Johnny snorts, remembering Haechan’s lackluster attempts to woo his own object of affections, “He can’t even talk to the library girl without giggling like an idiot.”
In hindsight, he really should’ve reconsidered but everything so far has failed! And he’s been trying for almost a whole school year.
It’s hopeless. Not even his perceived bed-breaking prowess in bed worked. Taeyong plops down the remaining couch and screams.
Taeil glances at Johnny, and they nod solemnly.
It’s time for a NCT Intervention.
Operation: Get Taeyong his girl.
The next day, the men of NCT and WayV chapters wake up to a text blast from their fraternity vice-president.
Hear ‘ye, hear ‘ye.
It’s time to step up to our duties - as brothers and as men - and help our leader to finally get the girl.
Send your ideas, plans, and plots to [email protected].
THE successful plan gets priority for registration next semester AND an all-expenses paid trip to Chenle’s cabin.
Let’s get to it.
END NOTES: Hearts are appreciated but comments and feedbacks are golden! This is my first attempt (in a looong while) for humor. And yes, best be prepared for all the hair-brained shenanigans these guys will cook up.
What do you think Johnny will suggest? ;) Comment down below!
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ok ok ok. i got tagged into this by the amazing renée @bang-won ♥ thank you a lot!
i remember getting tagged into this a looong while ago too but back then i opted out :’D i struggle with this type of stuff bc i don’t save things as gimp files (i only have the complete pics on my laptop as pngs) but this time i wanted to do this tag!! so i just picked some random screenshots i have and did stuff i would usually do for these pics.
some explanations:
my general process is:
curves (to get more contrast, deeper blacks, brighter colors)
color balance/levels (to play with the colors which i haven’t completely figured out yet but am learning all the time! usually i like to add some color to shadows especially (pic 1 for example has blue) plus some yellow + red to skin (pics 1, 3, 6 at least))
exposure (for even deeper blacks, some brightness)
hue and saturation (if needed, depends what i plan on doing and if i want to change some colors on the pic for example)
color temperature (also if needed, i might try correcting with this if my redness/yellow goes too far haha)
i used to love very washed out pictures and colors but these days i’ve been leaning more towards big contrasts and deep blacks/bright colors. i learned to use the levels and the black/white points only a while ago so am a bit new to that (that can be seen on pics 2 and 5 as those were quite dark). but i like seeing all these ps/gif coloring tutorials on my dash and then figuring out how i can do that on gimp :’D it’s a lot of fun
also am quite happy that most of the current stuff i do and the shows i use for those have quite good coloring? reboot is my only grievance. that show is so damn dark i want to eat my sock sometimes. but the levels help a lot now! my fave show to color currently is ultimate note bc that one just. has good coloring already? i dunno if there are really scenes that would leave me struggling. it looks nice. it’s easy to work with. i wish i could expand into more shows but i don’t know if anyone would be interested in the stuff i usually watch/could work with ^^’
thanks again for tagging me! and in turn i want to tag: @nyx4 @inessencedevided @manhasetardis @suibianjie @xiaosean ♥ sorry if you have been tagged already! link me your post if you have done this.
#tag game#gonna also tag as#dmbj#i actually enjoyed this so much#also finally a reason to just#use all of my random screenshots!!#especially the ones from jatn and novoland haha#look at hjj being a baby ;;#i missed his pretty face so much#the difference isn't big in some of these#but it's sometimes my goal haha
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The Way I Loved You (Poppy x MC)
Soo bear with me since I think this might be a long series. This part is mostly just establishing the story so there is little to no fluff yet.
But stiiill, let me know what you guys think and I’d really appreciate feedback/constructive criticism. Hope you enjoy and if not, thanks for reading anyways :))
tag list: @whackawriting @samanthadalton @crazzyplays @uselesslesbianfr (ithis is my taglist I thiiink, but if you wanna be added or removed just let me know)
Pairing: Poppy x MC (Bea)
Word Count: 1650
Warning: Little swearing (at least for this part)
A/N: This is from the part before Poppy and MC were paired for a project
Bea had been at Belvoire for two months now, but she still wasn't used to waking up on a queen-sized canopy bed fitted with luxe sateen sheets in a bedroom which probably cost more than her family's house back at Farmsville. She glanced at the clock–11:30 am. She still had some time to spare before her first class. How people managed to wake up early on this luxurious bed made of clouds, she didn't know.
After a few more minutes of daydreaming, Bea begrudgingly pulled herself out of bed. She was preparing her outfit when the smell of heaven wafted through the bedroom door–bacon and pancakes. Like some kind of puppet on strings, Bea let herself be led by the delicious aroma to the kitchen where Zoey was expertly pouring pancake batter on a pan.
"I didn't know I was roommates with a master chef," Bea jested.
Zoey turned around at Bea's voice, and as she saw her, a smirk crawled up her lips.
"Well, don't you look sexy." Zoey eyed Bea up and down with an amused look on her face.
Bea glanced down at her outfit and saw that she was still in her pajamas. "Whatever Zo, not everyone can rock designer outfits even in bed."
"Hey, I'm not complaining. Besides, Spongebob PJs do have a certain charm."
Bea rolled her eyes while smiling. "So, what are we having for breakfast?"
"I'm pretty sure it's lunch. And aren't you supposed to be in class, like, right about now?"
"Nah, my Tuesday classes aren't until one o'clock."
Zoey stared at Bea. "Babe, it's Wednesday."
Bea's eyes widened at Zoey's words. "No, no, no, Professor Roberta is gonna kill me."
Bea rushed to her room and hastily changed her clothes faster than she thought was possible. She contemplated going to class au naturel, but ultimately decided against it. Bea was not ugly by any means without makeup, but in a sea of extremely contoured cheeks and false eyelashes, having no makeup was basically social suicide, especially since Poppy was in that class. Ugh, great. Of course, I'm late to the only class I have with Poppy.
When Bea thought she was presentable enough, she sprinted out the door but not before grabbing a handful of pancakes and shoving it to her mouth, looking like a chipmunk in the process. The T is gonna have a field day if someone saw me like this. Bea slowed her sprint to a stride as she swallowed the last of the pancakes.
Bea arrived in class forty-five minutes late.
"Look who finally decided to join us," Professor Roberta said in disdain.
"Sorry Professor, won't happen again."
"I'm sure it won't. And since you decided to join us so late, you're gonna have to work with Ms. Min-Sinclair over here for your community service project."
Oh hell no.
Sure enough, Poppy was sitting alone, glaring at her, and Bea could almost swear she could see smoke coming out of her nose.
Bea hesitantly sat down beside Poppy.
"Look Poppy, let's be civil about this and finish this project fast so we–"
"We're not going to do anything, Farmsville. I will ace this project and you will stay out of my damn way."
"Like hell I'm gonna let you take all the credit."
"Is there a problem here?" The professor glowered at Poppy and Bea.
"None professor, we were just calmly discussing the details of the project," Poppy responded with a fake smile.
Bea rolled her eyes. Kiss ass.
Once the professor was out of earshot, Poppy sharply turned to Bea. "Be ready on Friday, we're going to a foster home in Middletown."
"Middletown? But that's like an hour away!"
"I don't see you coming up with better ideas," Poppy hissed.
"I–I–"
"I thought so. Do not be late, Farmsville. I don't want you taking more of my time than you already do," Poppy said with a glare before she grabbed her Chanel purse and strode away.
***
Back at her dorm, Bea was resting her head on her hands on the dining table when Zoey arrived.
Upon seeing Bea, Zoey immediately took a seat beside her and placed her hand comfortingly on her shoulder. "Aww, babe. Was Professor Roberta that mad?"
Bea turned to face Zoey. "No, but it was much, much worse."
Zoey raised her eyebrow.
"I was paired with Satan for our project."
"Poppy?"
Bea nodded. "She even wanted to do the project in Middletown. Middletown. That's like an hour away! I mean surely there has to be another community that needs servicing that doesn't require an hour drive with Poppy."
Zoey pretended to think thoughtfully. "Hmm, maybe she finally found a way to get rid of you permanently?"
"I'm serious, Zo." Bea glared at Zoey.
Zoey laughed. "Okay, okay, sorry. But do bring holy water just in case."
Bea groaned and stood up from the chair before ambling to her bedroom. "I'm going to bed."
Before Bea was able to shut the door, Zoey called out after her. "You'll survive, babe! Give her hell for me."
***
Just a few minutes after Bea got back from her classes, she heard the sound of consecutive horns outside which she immediately knew were from Poppy. No one else is obnoxious enough to disturb an entire dormitory. With a sigh, Bea grabbed her things and trudged outside.
When Bea got outside, Poppy's Range Rover was parked at the curb. Bea walked to the passenger's side and opened the door.
"Be a dear will you and don't touch anything, I don't want your filthy hands staining my car."
Bea rolled her eyes. Hello to you, too.
The first few minutes of the drive were silent except for the light rain that started drizzling on the windshield, that is, until Bea asked Poppy, "why are we going all the way to Middletown anyway? There's probably some–"
"Remember that time when I asked for your opinion?"
Bea just glared at Poppy.
"Me neither. So, shut up, Hughes."
"How about you take a day off from being a bitch, Poppy. Seeing that you've had your whole life being just that," Bea rebuked.
The entire car ride was spent with both girls hurling insults at each other that it was honestly surprising that Poppy didn't kick Bea out of the car in the middle of the road.
After one looong hour, they finally arrived.
"Don't get in my way, Farmsville," Poppy warned as she approached the house and rang the doorbell. After a few moments, a middle-aged woman opened the door.
"Poppy! What a pleasant surprise. Come on in." The woman gestured them inside.
Hang on, how does she know Poppy?
The woman led Bea and Poppy to a couch and asked them if they wanted something to drink, to which both of them politely declined.
"So, Brenda. How is the family?" Poppy was wearing a smile that might actually be... genuine?
Bea stared at Poppy in shock. Not only were they on a first-name basis, but Poppy was actually nice to someone that doesn't involve sucking up.
"They're doing great! Thomas actually just got promoted recently so we're gonna take the kids somewhere nice sometime next week."
"That's amazing, send Thomas my regards."
Okay, what the hell is happening?
After a few more polite conversations, Brenda turned to Bea. "You haven't introduced me to your friend yet." Brenda extended her hand to Bea. "I'm Brenda."
Bea wore her biggest smile as she shook Brenda's hand. "Bea. It's a pleasure to meet you."
Poppy cleared her throat. "Actually, we came here for a community service project, and we were hoping that we could throw the kids a small party and maybe at the same time we can do a photography shoot that can be shared to prospective families. Do you think we can do that?"
"Oh, certainly! I'm sure the kids would love that."
"That's great to hear. Where are they anyway?"
"They're actually out there playing with the toys you sent them. Come on, I'll lead you to them." Brenda stood up and walked towards the back door.
Poppy started to follow her but turned around when she noticed Bea was still sitting down.
"If you're just gonna sit there like a half-wit, do us a favor Farmsville, and do it far away from here."
Still in disbelief, Bea stood up and followed Poppy and Brenda to the yard where Poppy was greeted enthusiastically by five kids. She watched as Poppy played with them with such kindness and compassion that she couldn't help but smile as most of her anger towards the blonde was replaced with warmth and some other indescribable feelings. After a few more games where Bea was basically manhandled by Poppy to join, all of them went back inside exhausted. As it was already getting late, Bea and Poppy said their farewells to Brenda and the kids with a promise of returning on Sunday for the party and went back on the road.
Bea had so many questions she wanted to ask Poppy but the look on Poppy's face implied that she probably won't be answering any of those. A few minutes later, there was suddenly a huge downpour of rain that Poppy had to park the car. Bea then received a text from Zoey, and as she read it, a look of dread flashed across her face.
Poppy frowned upon seeing the look on Bea's face. "What is it now?"
"There's a typhoon. We're stuck here."
***
Bea and Poppy managed to find a decent hotel nearby where they decided to stay until the typhoon passed.
"Two rooms, please. And make them as far away as possible," Poppy said to the receptionist while handing him her credit card, giving Bea a glare at the last sentence.
And here I thought we're finally making progress.
"I'm sorry Ms. Min-Sinclair, we only have one more room available for tonight."
#poppy#poppy x mc#poppy min sinclair#queen b#playchoices#play choices#choices#my work#my fanfics#my writing
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knights snippet
a while back, @theandrogynousdragon tagged me to post seven lines of a WIP (thank you, friend!), and originally i was going to hold off, because i normally don’t post excerpts (i like to finish my work before i show any of it; it just helps keep me more motivated) - but i’m currently on a detour into a different fandom, and i know it’s going to be a looong time before my two in-progress merlin fics see the light of day, so - for anyone who used to enjoy my merlin stuff, i’m sorry it’s been a long time since i posted any writing, and i figured it would make a nice holiday gift for folks to have a longer snippet of something to read.
this is from a knights-centric fic set immediately post-season 3 (mostly focused on lancelot and merlin, but featuring the whole crew). it’s temporarily on hiatus, and while i do plan on finishing it, i’m not sure exactly when that will happen, so instead of seven lines, you can have an entire scene.
[note: this fic is still a first draft, so it hasn’t gone through any editing. i apologize for any rough spots!]
Lancelot’s dragon was missing a wing.
Idly, Lancelot scratched his stylus over the wax tablet in front of him and etched out the missing appendage, one inexpert line at a time. He was supposed to be using said stylus to take notes, but he had lost the thread of what Lord Geoffrey was saying several minutes ago, and had not quite managed to pick it up again, the miniature doodle instead taking up the majority of his attention.
“And so,” Geoffrey continued, “when we arrive at the gates of a residence whose owner is unknown to you, or a residence whose owner is known to you but who is not expecting your visit, or a residence who is expecting your visit but has not been made aware of the time of your arrival, the proper protocol for such an occasion must be followed exactly in order to avoid giving offense. Sir Percival, if you would be so kind - ”
Percival sat up straighter on his bench, the long wooden desk in front of him looking as if it had been built for lecture-goers half his size. “Sir?” Geoffrey raised an eyebrow, and Percival immediately amended the honorific. “My lord. Your Grace?” He shot a pleading look at Elyan, who, smirking, mouthed an exaggerated and unhelpful, Your Highness. “Er. Lord Geoffrey.”
Geoffrey placed both hands upon his lectern and appeared to just avoid lifting his eyes to the ceiling. “Sir Percival. If you would be so kind as to summarize the proper procedure upon arriving at a residence which is not your own.”
Percival looked down at his own wax tablet, which, unlike Lancelot’s, was filled with notes, though most of them were in Elyan’s hand, as Percival, unlike the rest of them, had arrived in Camelot unlettered, and was still practicing. “Right,” he said. “In the daytime? Only you said it’s different if we arrive after dark, isn’t it?”
“Or during supper,” Elyan chimed in. “Or if His Lordship is away - ”
“Let us say,” Geoffrey said, “for the sake of this exercise, that the lord is in residence, and it is not yet noon.”
“Right.” Percival squinted at his tablet. “Right, then. So I’m to...speak to the porter and...inquire as to the lord’s identity.”
“Correct.”
“And then I’ll have to - hrm.” He stared at the tablet, a frown appearing on his face. Either he’d run up across a combination of letters he did not remember, or Elyan’s handwriting was too messy to read. On the other side of the bench, Elyan surreptitiously wiggled his stylus like a six-inch sword. “Right! My weapon. I’ll leave it with the porter.”
“Correct.”
“And - well, hang on, who’s this lord again?”
“The porter tells you that you are the guest of a simple esquire, Sir Courteney.”
“Right, then. So I’ll leave my weapon with the porter and then I’ll go and see him.”
Geoffrey was already shaking his head. Percival blinked befuddledly. “I...won’t go and see him? I - well, it seems rude if I don’t go and see him, doesn’t it; I can’t just be wandering round some man’s house, can I?”
Elyan’s hand shot up and waved at the ceiling, but Geoffrey ignored him. Elyan had taken to these etiquette classes like a duck to water and took absurd amounts of pleasure in knowing the answer to every question Geoffrey asked, but Geoffrey was too shrewd of a teacher to let the other new knights coast along in Elyan’s clever slipstream.
Hefting a large tome in his hands, Geoffrey descended the two steps from his presenter’s dais to place the book on Percival’s table. “Let us review what Lord Halwell has to say on the subject. If you would be so good as to read the second passage aloud so that we all might be reminded...”
Percival, never one to back down from a challenge, scrutinized the text in front of him, then pointed at a spot halfway down the page. “This bit with the fancy ‘T’ here?”
Geoffrey looked the same way he did towards the end of all their classes, which was to say as if he were wishing for the sweet release of death. “Yes. That bit with the fancy ‘T’ there.”
“Right.” Percival squinted at the page and took it at a slow but determined plod, like an ox steadily plowing through hard soil.
To speke with lorde or lady there
Of thy hostes rank take utmost care
For if he be of low degree,
It falls to him to come to thee;
But if he be of noble kin,
The porter will lead thee to -
Percival paused, stumbling over some splotch in the text. “To - ”
“To him,” finished Gwaine, from three rows back, sitting in his easy slump.
Geoffrey raised a pair of bushy, surprised eyebrows. Gwaine spent the majority of their classes sleeping with his eyes open, and an unsolicited contribution from him was unusual, particularly so given that in this instance, Gwaine did not even have the text in question open in front of him.
If Lancelot hadn’t been so focused on his dragon doodle, he might have wondered what that meant. But as it was, he simply added a spike to the dragon’s back and let the moment flow by.
“That is correct, Sir Knight,” said Geoffrey, a little stiffly. “I’m pleased to see you’ve been listening.”
Gwaine inclined his head. “Pleasure’s all mine, your lordship.”
“I doubt that, somehow,” Geoffrey muttered. “Sir Percival, as a knight, you precede our hypothetical esquire in the ranks of the nobility, and thus he will come to greet you at the gates. Were you to visit the home of a greater baron, it would be incumbent upon you to go to them instead.”
Elyan’s hand flew up again, but this time he didn’t wait to be called on. “What’s the protocol if we haven’t been ennobled, though? Because we’ve all been knighted, but technically we’re still commonfolk.”
Geoffrey looked as if this fact was very much known to him and also causing him a terrible stomachache. “Yes. That is...unique to your situation.”
“But Esq. Courteney’s still got to come to us at the door, though.”
“Correct. Your knighthood bestows the precedence of an equivalent rank in the nobility by courtesy, even if you cannot technically inherit the title.”
Elyan smiles broadly. “Just checking.”
“Indeed.” Geoffrey closed Lord Halwell’s manuscript and brushed off his hands. “Now - continuing on in this scenario, let us review the proper genuflections necessary upon meeting our esquire and his retinue. Sir Elyan, if you’d like to assist in this portion of the demonstration; I assume you have been practicing - ”
Elyan bounded out of his seat to join Geoffrey at the front of the room. Lancelot, adding a curl of smoke above his dragon’s nostrils, let the sound of Geoffrey explaining the precise angle of a knight-to-esquire bow fade further into the background.
Lancelot knew, on some level, that he ought to be paying attention. He might need to know these things someday. This was knight’s knowledge, and he was a knight, wasn’t he? He could hear Merlin saying it, still, in their little corner by the light of a dying fire, the words resonating with barely-contained excitement. You’re a knight. Lancelot was a member of the finest army this land had ever seen. He had livery. He had two horses. He had titles in front of his name. Esquire Courteney would have to come and meet him at the gate.
He scratched an absent collection of scales into the wax of his dragon’s back. He was a knight of the realm. A knight of Camelot.
He ought to have been thrilled.
“Sir Lancelot?”
Geoffrey’s piqued face indicated that this was not the first time he had attempted to get Lancelot’s attention.
Lancelot set his stylus down immediately, abandoning the dragon with only half its scales completed. “Yes, my lord.”
“I don’t suppose you could repeat what I just said.”
Percival, Gwaine, and Elyan were all staring at him. “I...cannot, my lord. I apologize for my distraction.”
Geoffrey made a little harrumph, but there was very little real irritation in it. Lancelot was the least of his problems in this class. “You are excused, Sir Lancelot.” Geoffrey turned back to Elyan, who was down on one knee demonstrating the proper genuflection for - it couldn’t possibly be an esquire, thought Lancelot; they must have moved on to someone a bit higher up the chain - perhaps Esq. Courteney was entertaining royalty. “What one ought to see in a situation like this is a perfect square angle at both raised and lowered knees - yes, like so - and that the toes of the rearward foot are planted against the ground, rather than pointed directly behind oneself, to enable a smooth rising. The hands ought to be placed one on top of the other…”
Lancelot’s attention drifted back to his dragon, and, more importantly, the otherwise empty wax tablet in front of him. He knew he ought to be taking notes on this - Geoffrey always began each session with both oral and practical drills of the material they had covered in the previous class, and it would be better if Lancelot actually had some sort of reference material prepared to study that night. But the stylus felt heavy in his hand, and the dragon seemed not to want to share its space.
Lancelot raised the stylus anyhow, halfheartedly intending to diagram Elyan’s posture before Geoffrey switched to having him meet a different imaginary courtier.
And then the dragon moved.
Lancelot froze with the tip of his stylus a inch above the wax.
He glanced back up at Elyan, who had abandoned his kneeling position and was dragging Percival up onto the dais to play the role of some other nobleman in need of a perfectly polished, etiquette-appropriate greeting. Then he looked back down at his wax tablet.
For a moment it seemed that he had imagined things. Then, the lines on the wax wiggled, and then the dragon opened its tiny jaws and belched an etching of flames.
It took all of Lancelot’s willpower not to twist around in his seat, but he was spared the need for a second apology to Geoffrey when a side door opened behind the dais and Arthur entered the room. Elyan immediately abandoned his roleplay with Percival and fair flew across the room to greet him. “His Highness, Crown Prince Regent of Camelot, Arthur Pendragon!” he exclaimed, stopping on a shilling at the requisite distance away from the prince’s person and sinking into an exaggeratedly exact demonstration of precisely what Geoffrey had been attempting to teach them. “It is my deepest honor to go down on this knee - ”
“Other knee - ” sighed Gwaine.
“ - on this other knee and greet you in the fashion specific to your exalted station, with my knees bent in a precise square angle and my spine aligned with the weight-bearing thigh - ” He shot Geoffrey a grin “ - and my head bowed so that my line of sight ends at the tip of your royal boots.”
“Not bad, Elyan,” said Arthur, fighting a smile. To Geoffrey, he added, “It’s going well, then?”
Geoffrey pursed his lips. “Swimmingly, Sire.”
“Good.” Arthur gave Elyan an easy hand up and sauntered off the edge of the dais. “I was only coming by to see how you lot were doing.”
“Fantastic,” Elyan said. “I’m learning loads. And actually, now you’re here - Percival, come here and show Lord Geoffrey what we were trying to say - ”
Percival joined Elyan in front of Arthur, where Elyan pushed him into the same kneeling position. “You see?” Elyan said, gesturing to Percival.
“See what?” Geoffrey asked.
“Well, we were just wondering - Lord Halwell says the straight back and squared knee are meant to ‘place the Noble Circlet aloft, as out of reach as the sun in the sky - ’
“Symbolically,” Geoffrey said, “yes…”
“But look here, Percival kneeling is nearly as tall as Arthur standing.”
“And?”
“So do you think he ought to scrunch down a bit?”
“...Scrunch down?”
“Yeah, only because he’s so tall, like.”
Gwaine sank back in his seat and closed his eyes. Lancelot watched Arthur and Percival exchange bemused looks - it was true, Lancelot realized; Arthur barely need to look down to meet Percival’s eyes - and then a voice murmured in Lancelot’s ear. “Having fun?”
Lancelot jumped and dropped his stylus on the floor. Merlin, smiling, straightened up from where he had been leaning over the back of Lancelot’s bench. Suddenly the mystery of the moving dragon wasn’t quite so mysterious.
“Merlin,” Lancelot said, bending down to retrieve the dropped stylus. He froze halfway up to his seat, catching sight of the state of Merlin’s clothes. “What happened to you?”
Merlin blinked, then looked down at his blood-stained outfit. “Oh! Nothing. I haven’t had a chance to change yet, that’s all.”
“You’re covered in blood.”
“It’s not mine.”
“I assumed so - ”
Arthur’s voice rang out from the front of the room. “Merlin!”
Merlin straightened up in a passable imitation of attention. “My lord.”
“Stop distracting Sir Lancelot.”
“Sorry, my lord.”
“What in god’s name is that all over your clothes?”
Merlin exchanged a look with Lancelot. “Blood, my lord,” he offered unhelpfully.
Arthur stared at him for a moment, then apparently decided not to investigate further. “Lord Geoffrey, I’d like to take my men off your hands, if you don’t mind. I need to discuss a few thing with them, and I thought we’d all go down to supper together.”
Geoffrey inclined his head gracefully, and Lancelot couldn’t help but think the Master of Ceremonies looked a little bit relieved to be rid of his pupils.
Lancelot closed his wax tablet, encasing the dragon between two hinged boards. “How long were you watching?”
“Long enough to see that your mind was off wandering in the Otherworld,” Merlin replied. “Something the matter?”
Before Lancelot could answer, the rest of the small class had congregated around them, inspecting Merlin’s outfit. Gwaine slung an arm over Merlin’s shoulders. “You smell like a slaughterhouse.”
“Thank you, Gwaine.”
Arthur eyed Merlin’s sticky shirt with distaste. “You’re going to change before showing up for your evening duties, I assume.”
“It’s not my blood,” Merlin said, directing his announcement to the group at large. “Not that anyone’s asking. Just, you know. In case anyone was concerned about me.”
“We weren’t,” Arthur said, and gestured for the group to follow him out the door. “What are you doing here, anyhow?”
“I wanted to see the class.”
“You ought to be in the class,” Arthur muttered. “If there’s anyone whose manners need managing, it’s you.”
“Do you want to join us?” Elyan asked Merlin, with a cheeky smile. “It’s good fun.”
“I’ll pass, thank you. Arthur finds me delightful just the way I am, doesn’t he?”
“Go and change,” Arthur commanded. “If I find so much as a smudge of blood on any of my things, I’ll have you in the stocks for a week.”
Merlin ducked out from under Gwaine’s arm. “Empty threats,” he remarked. “He hasn’t had me in the stocks for years.”
“A circumstance subject to immediate and excruciatingly painful change, Merlin.”
Merlin waved farewell to the rest of them, disappearing down the corridor. Lancelot followed Arthur and the rest of the prince’s knight-pupils in the direction of the stairs to the ground floor, nodding to passing residents whose names he had not yet learned.
At the entryway to the stairwell Lancelot paused, the wax tablet at his side suddenly warm against his elbow. He untucked it from under his arm and opened it as the rest of his cohort trouped down the stairs. His dragon drawing had changed again. This time, the clumsily outlined head had turned to look directly at him, as opposed to off to the side, and underneath was a note Lancelot knew he had not written to himself.
what’s wrong?
Lancelot closed the tablet and stepped into the stairwell.
He wished he knew.
#i have like 40k of this done but unfortunately it needs like 30k more before it's finished...#and i just haven't been able to quite get there lately#but this project is still very dear to me so someday#it will happen#the once and future slowburn#we're knights of the round table#fic
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holy hell, gamers, i finally reached one whole thousand followers! how bonkers is that! when i first made this blog in december 2018, i was just trying to start over in a new fandom. ive been active on tumblr for a looong time (since i was like 11, which is. not great, but we wont get into that). i cant remember quite why i decided to remake, but i never imagined getting a higher following than i did before, but i did! 1000 followers is bonkers, i’ve never had a thousand of anything! i seriously cant thank each and every one of you enough, whether you followed me for 911 or for mcyt or for whatever!
now, since ive reached this absolutely bonkers milestone, im feeling particularly sappy! so under the cut, i have some friends and mutuals tagged who are super great n who are always an absolute pleasure to see on my dash! <3 again, thank you all so much! (ps, if we’re mutuals and i didnt tag u in this, that doesnt mean i dont love and appreciate you!! i mostly am just picking people to tag based off how often i see them on my dash! i love all of u so much <3)
♡ 911 FRIENDS ♡
(aka the ogs, aka the fire fam)
♡ @lovelessmotel ♡
emily!! god, where do i even begin with how much i love and adore you!! i know youre one of my big sisters, but wow i am so proud of how much youve discovered yourself since we’ve met!! like wow, look at this epic, gorgeous person whos one of MY close friends! im so lucky to be friends with you! thank you so much for being my friend, i appreciate you and all the sisterly advice you’ve given me more than i can ever put into words!
♡ @eddiediaz-buckley ♡
sav!! mom!! i love u so unbelievably much!! i am so unbelievably grateful for you and everything youve done for me! all the advice youve given me and all the times youve let me vent to you have been so important to me and i cannot thank you enough for all that. im soso appreciative of you and im so glad that i have someone as amazing as you as my mom/big sister (we’ll never really figure out our fams family dynamics, will we?) (ps, whenever i go outside and have my keys with me, its always so comforting to feel the keychain you got me! its like my moms with me everywhere i go!)
♡ @liesoverthec ♡
bonbonbonbon!!! i love you so much, you wouldnt BELIEVE how much i love you!!! im so glad we met bc you are so unbelievably kind!! there is a very good reason a nickname for u is bonbon bc you are just as sweet as candy!! maybe even more so!! i love having you as one of my big sisters, you give such wonderful advice and talking to you always makes me feel a million times better!! i love you and i am soso glad i get to call you my friend!
♡ @marauder-girl ♡
sabsabsab!! i love u so much, u funky lil future lawyer!! im so proud of u and i can hardly believe ur gonna be my Lawyer big sister!!! thats so awesome!! i cant believe such a rad person is one of MY friends!! how lucky am i!! i love having you as one of my big sisters, youre so kind and funny and talented and your advice has always been so helpful to me too! thank you so much for being my friend and for always being there for me!!
♡ @nighting-gale17 ♡
cait, my love, my wifey!!! wowowow i love u so much!!! im so glad we’re friends, you are so unbelievably lovely!! youre also so unbelievably talented like??? hey queen wanna hand some of ur writing ability over to the unfortunate (like me). i’m so glad we’re friends, youre so sweet and even tho we dont talk as much as we used to, i still have SO much love for you in my heart
♡ @africaneuropean ♡
rae, my father!! i love u so much!! i know we havent talked at all in. who knows how long. but i still have so much love for u in my heart!! you are so iconic and cool and funny, im so glad i met you n became friends with you!! ur one of the coolest people i know, i hope i can be as cool and mysterious and wonderful as you one day
♡ @evaneddie ♡
DHYL!!! dhyl pickle i love u so much!!! whenever u pop into my inbox with random nice messages, every part of me lights up!!! u are so kind to me and for what!! i miss talking to u as much as we used to, you are so sweet and you are such a good friend!! i love u n im SO proud of how far youve come with gif making, i still remember when u first started n youve gotten SO amazing at gifs lately!! i love u soso much n im so glad we’re friends, youre so awesome!!!
♡ @basil-the-writer ♡
des!!! i love u so much!!! i know we’ve never rly talked all that much but im glad we have interacted in the ways that we have!! u are so sweet n so talented!! like the fact that u have the patience for those lil video edits u do?? that is so cool!! all ur edits are so cool, i cannot imagine being able to make stuff like that without dying every single time. u are so cool n i love being able to call u my friend!!
♡ GRIFF ♡
(aka griff)
♡ @yawnralphio ♡
u get ur own section bc u are my only 911 friend who isnt an og, but thats ok bc u are so swaggy!! i love being friends with u griff, u are so cool and funny and i am so glad that u still want to be friends with me despite all of the horrifying things u’ve learned about mcyt from me jdhfajkdhfa. i love u so much n i am so excited to get to know u more n get closer to u!!
♡ FRUITBLR ♡
(aka mcyt friends)
♡ @fear-epidemic ♡
atlas u are so swaggy and funny!! tumblr funny man!! im so glad we’re mutuals, i love u a whole lot. that one time u me n wilby played bed wars together was so fun even if we’re really bad! n that one time we played on the fruitblr server while on vc was so fun, i loved talking to u n playing with u so much, we gotta do that again sometime. i love u so much chapin n im so glad we’re friends!!
♡ @netheritedream ♡
hari my beloved... i love u so much. like literally so much that its really embarassing. i am so glad u tagged me in that one follow forever post n put the offer on the table to let me join the server. i love being ur dumb lil husband!!! jus like actual fundy, i would risk it all to watch treasure planet with u. i love u sososo much, i wish i could live closer to u so i could actually talk to u more often </333 im going through severe withdrawal, pray for me. im gonna stop talking for now bc if i kept going on, this post would be several miles along n nobody has time for that </3 just know that i love u so much and i love having matching icons n i love being ur husband, i love u so much
♡ @sootswilbur ♡
tommy... i care you so much. little bromther!!! im sososo glad we’re friends bc u are so kind to me all the time n u are so easy to talk to!! ur also so talented, ur writing n ur gifs are so amazing n im so proud of all the awesome stuff u make!! seeing u experiment more with ur gif sets n trying new things is so awesome n inspiring and i love seeing ur experiments work out!! i love u soso much n im so happy to be ur big brother!! (or one of them at least)
♡ @fruitbur ♡
virgil my Other beloved... i love u so much!! u are one of the kindest people ive ever met n im so glad i met u!! i know ive already told u this before but ur tagging system is so sweet n i love seeing u reblog my posts bc im like “yay alastair is gonna tell me that he loves me in the tags :D” i also lovelovelove ur theme, i love the soft pink and the lil aesthetic board that u have pinned, its so nice to look at!!! ily sososo much <333
♡ @theartofmining ♡
hey fruit ily. like genuinely, u are so unbelievably funny that u make my ribs hurt so much. i know we’re like never rly that serious but i love u so much. as much as i joke about hating u, i really am glad we’re friends n i really look forward to becoming better friends with u. i love u a whole lot rain, i love seeing u on my dash bc ur full of good takes n funny posts
♡ @sapnaplive ♡
dream.... bonks our foreheads together... i care u so much. my other half!!! i love u with my whole little heart. u are soso cool and im so lucky to be able to call u my friend!! ur themes are always so cool, i wish i could be half as cool as them!!! ur art is also so epic like??? u are a triple threat: good at art, tumblr themes, AND minecraft building. and ur also so kind!!! u are one of the sweetest people i know, i love u so much and im so glad im friends with u!!
♡ @dreams-little-kitten ♡
corn u are so weird and i mean that in the kindest way possible. u are so cryptic n i love that so much about u. ur like the wilbur to my philza sometimes and i think thats so awesome. that one time u came into my inbox to talk shit about that one cuphead boss was so funny and absurd, i loved that so much. i love You so much. i love how ur just so effortlessly funny, n im so glad i can be friends with u
♡ @dreamsmp ♡
JEL!!!! i love u so much holy cow. u are so sweet!! all the time!!! ur also so talented, ur gifs always look so good!!! i love being friends with u, ur always so nice to me n u always leave rly nice tags when u reblog my gif sets that make me so happy!!! i think about that one time u rbed my fundy gif set n said “FUNDY GIFS” and “GIFS BY FUNDY” it made me so happy!!! i love u a whole lot, im so glad we’re friends :)
♡ @leaguelol ♡
damien!! i love u so much u funky little cryptid!! i love when u pop into the gc just to share cryptic thoughts, u are so strange but i think thats so cool of u!!! i honestly see u kinda like a lil sibling, im always so proud of u when i see ur art on my dash!! u are so talented at art!! i love u so much n i love being ur friend, ur rly sweet n i love seeing u on my dash and in the gc!!
♡ @its5undy ♡
idk why im putting u on this, ur my mortal enemy. jkjk, i actually love u a lot clay! i love joking around with u, ur so funny and for what. im so glad u joined the gc bc i love talking to you so much!! i still love that one time u reblogged that fwt gif set n tagged me in it moments after I reblogged it. i love that u thought about me, that rly warms my heart! i love being friends with u sososo much
♡ @cavalreee ♡
oh hey, another great big fruit!! i dont think we talk all that often, which is a shame, bc ur so sweet!! and also so fucking funny, why is everyone in this friend group so fucking funny, its not fair. i love seeing u on my dash talking with ur other friends, u always have the funniest convos ever. also? ur desktop theme is SO epic, it threw me off the first time i saw it but its so swaggy, just like u!! i love u soso much azzie, n i hope we can talk more in the future bc ur so cool
♡ @technosoot ♡
i love u even tho ur a br*t /j /j /j. jannat u are so unbelievably sweet. im so glad u joined the gc bc u are such a kind presence both in there and on my dash! u radiate very Warm, Friend energy. ur friend shaped. i love u so much n i love being friends with u!! im very eager to become closer friends with u bc u seem like a really amazing friend to have
♡ @sortasortaspicy ♡
les where are u in the gc i miss u </3 i love u so much, u fit in so well from the very beginning n brought so much more fun and laughter into the gc. i dont know u all that well n i dont think we’ve talked one on one like. at all. but id love to get closer to u bc ur so rad and ur so sweet!!
♡ EPIC PEOPLE ♡
(aka mutuals who are so cool n id love to be friends with u pls talk to me)
@eurytherm ♡ @vampkings ♡ @weelbur ♡ @wilburtheesoot ♡ @quackityskarl ♡ @wimblrscoot ♡ @technofarmer ♡ @wooteena ♡ @bloodforblood ♡ @smpsapnap ♡ @literallynotfound ♡ @hearty-an0n ♡ @enderanboo ♡ @springbonniecpu ♡ @pandascanpvp ♡ @tommylnnits ♡ @strawberrygogy ♡ @timedeo ♡ @nymika-arts ♡ @h-isforhome ♡ @eboykarl ♡ @joe-alkaysani ♡ @betwecouldmakesome ♡ @squirrelstone ♡ @maddieandchimney
#hehe idk how to tag this#ive spent SO long on this post im so glad its done#follow forever#eden.txt
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We need to have a quick discussion here.
One I never thought I’d have to have, because it’s pretty obvious. Or I thought it was.
Maybe if I’d addressed this earlier, some of the bullying that happened wouldn’t have happened. But it seems to need addressing, anyway.
I don’t know if it’s someone who has just joined the Rumbelle fandom, maybe someone who has never been in a fandom before and doesn’t know how certain types of fanfic work, or someone who simply wanted to hurt others. But it happened, and it should not have.
Someone threw around accusations of plagiarism and then backed it up with some targeted harassment.
In most fanfic media AUs - AUs of a book, tv, movie, video game, musical, play, or whatever - most of the time, there are extremely similar elements that end up in the fanfic. That’s part of the joy of media AUs. You can read it, and you see the original in there. A scene occurs or dialogue is exchanged and you go, “*GASP* I REMEMBER THAT!” You know where the story is going to go, for the most part. Because you know that this type of fic is written along the same lines, to some degree, as the piece of fiction the author was inspired by. Right? Right? Some fics only use vague inspiration from the media they’re AUs of. Some use bits and pieces. Some go scene by scene to rewrite the book/movie/whatever with our favorite characters in there.
That’s not plagiarism.
In a media AU, the author is not telling you, “Ah, yes, this entire plotline and story was my Very Original brainchild! No one else has ever done this before!” You know beforehand, if you look at the tags, notes, or whathaveyou, that, yes, media AUs are based upon some piece of media. In the Rumbelle fandom, we have a beautiful and far-reaching tradition of Rumbelling movies, books, and tv shows - taking them, tossing Rumbelle in in place of the main romantic pairing, and letting them do their thing within that piece of media’s universe in a broader sense, or within the stricter plotline that the original romantic pairing followed.
Still not plagiarism.
Plagiarism is using someone else’s work and passing it off as your own, hoping to fool someone into thinking that the whole thing belongs to you. Those of us who have been in fandom for a longass time remember what it was like to be told that fanfic itself is plagiarism (this just in: it’s not). There’s a looong history of the fight for fanfic, and many posts going around this site that discuss that, so I’m not going to go into it here. But by the very virtue of telling readers, “this fic is an AU of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles” or whatever, it is not plagiarism. The writer is not writing a fic about Rumbelle as mutant turtles who were taught ninjutsu and claiming it was their original idea. They are using components of both and combining them. With your knowledge that it is a combination.
There. End of discussion.
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