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faeleur · 11 months

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part iii! thank you for all your support so far and hopefully you’re enjoying the series! stay tuned for the final part :)

part i. part ii. part iv. masterlist

leviathan x idol!reader: part iii

everything had changed within a few weeks.

during breakfast, you were less talkative and cheerful than usual, but that was overshadowed by levi’s incessant rambling about — you guessed it — the upcoming galaxea concert. asmodeus surprisingly took interest and kept him entertained enough to the point where your quiet demeanor was barely noticeable, easily being written off as tiredness.

throughout the school day, you paid no mind to your professors despite your upcoming exams and final projects as you zoned out, worrying about what you’d have to sacrifice and how you’d possibly make the devildom concerts work without risking your friendship with levi :(

and at dinner, despite beel’s best efforts, you barely touched any food at all and were the first to leave the table, usually saying something along the lines of “need to study.”

your hang-outs with levi slowly stopped as you began to spend every weekday isolated, either practicing in your studio or pulling all-nighters to make up for what you missed in class. levi was sad, of course, but he knew how seriously you took your grades, so he left you be… but he was starting to have his doubts.

it wasn’t so bad at first, but one day, when you didn’t show up to eat at all, the boys just about had it.

“okay, what‘s happening? where the hell are they? this is ridiculous,” mammon said, his eyebrows raising slightly in disbelief.

satan brought his hand to rest on his chin as he thought for a moment. “did anything happen recently to make them withdraw? mammon’s right, for once—“

“hey!”

“—this is unprecedented.”

mammon leaned his chair back, crossing his arms. “i’ll have ya know, i’m a certified y/n behavior expert. usually—”

“no, you’re not. that’s me. who do you think you are?” levi grumbled from across the table.

“oh, then why don’t you—“

“i don’t know! i’m just as surprised as you are!”

“okay, okay, let’s calm down a bit everyone,” asmo exclaimed. “i’m sure it’s just stress from the upcoming exams, and we all know y/n takes their grades very seriously. plus, with the semester break coming up, they may be thinking about going back home for a few weeks, and i can imagine that’d take awhile to plan out, as well.”

levi paled. you? leaving?

i mean, it made perfect sense… earth was definitely more pleasant than the devildom, and it was your home. but…

levi had started to hope that you now considered the devildom your home, too :(

however, if that was the case, levi had just the thing, and he cleared his throat as he excused himself from the table. “i’m gonna go talk to them,” he called as he went to go find you.

as levi’s footsteps echoed throughout the halls of the house of lamentation, he allowed his thoughts to wander, feeling slightly giddy.

while he missed your presence, maybe it was for the better that you had distanced yourself… since he knew he would’ve spoiled his surprise otherwise.

a month had passed since he found out about the surprise galaxea tour, and putting his otaku powers to use, all his sleepless nights had paid off when he managed to get two VIP tickets to the final day of their tour — D2 of their devildom concerts. these tickets included sound check, front row barricade, and backstage… no, he wasn’t going to think about how much they cost. this was the opportunity of a lifetime, and if these weren’t reason enough to make you stay or come back early for break, he didn’t know what was.

that, and it was going to be the perfect moment to tell you about his feelings for you. as one of the first things you bonded over, he was sure of it— he was going to make sure it all was perfect, the whole thing.

quickly reaching your bedroom door, he knocked on it gently, his voice soft as he called your name. “y/n? i know you haven’t been feeling the best lately, so i have a little something for you…”

he waited a few moments, but received no response. he tried again.

“y/n? you okay in there?”

silence.

his eyebrows furrowed as he sighed, turning away. if you weren’t in your room, where were you?

he trudged back to his room, chewing on the inside of his cheek as he tried to figure out any possible explanation for your behavior. what if you didn’t like the tickets? he knew it was silly, but now that the idea was in his head he was starting to feel anxious…

his head started to pound, but it was then levi realized that it wasn’t from a headache, but rather from the room to his left… your studio. even with the door shut, he could immediately recognize the song that was playing, and the floor shook every so slightly from the bass.

usually you didn’t let anyone in while you were practicing, but he was your best friend (and had given him exceptions on multiple occasions) and he had a good reason to interrupt. you’d understand, he knew you would.

levi quickly input the four-digit code and felt the tension in the door disappear, quickly swinging it open and entering the room to see you dancing to vega’s solo from galaxea’s latest album… which didn’t have an official choreography yet. were you creating your own? perfect. it was like the stars were aligning.

“y/n, you’re never gonna believe this, but…”

upon realizing his entry, you froze in place and stared at his reflection in the mirror in front of you.

the lyrics of your song echoed throughout the room, a stark contrast to the sweet melody: baby, life is painful sometimes, but your love doesn’t even come close

your breath hitched as you quickly turned to face him, cheeks flushed from the physical activity and from the fact that he caught you.

he grinned, eyes shining as he pulled out his phone to show you the tickets, walking closer… until he noticed the tablet on the ground, recording you.

or… was it a call?

sure enough, the face of a smiling young man, your choreographer, appeared on screen, but he stopped when he noticed the intruder.

“ummm… y/n, who’s that?”

it wasn’t a secret who galaxea’s choreographer was, and you didn’t want to give levi enough time to recognize him. you had to come up with an excuse to make him leave, quick!

“levi… this is my boyfriend.”

that was literally the worst excuse you could’ve made.

you wanted to throw yourself off a cliff for that one

you’d apologize to your choreographer later, as you could hear him snickering in the background, but the important part was that levi actually believed it…

and he did.

in the background, your voice sang: baby, your words are like a knife, why do the best things hurt the most?

levi’s world felt as if it had shattered, raining around him and cutting his skin as it pooled by his feet.

he had to come up with a reply so he could get out of there.

“oh… cool. i’mgonnaleaveyoubenowi’msorrygoodbye,” was what slipped past his lips as he bolted for the door, gone as quickly as he had came.

the minute the door shut you were sinking to the floor, your head in your hands as you let out a groan.

your choreographer erupted into laughter, the audio occasionally breaking here and there.

“i’m sorry, boyfriend? that was the best you could think of?”

“don’t.”

“okay, okay, fine. but you should know i already texted the others about this so come saturday, you will not be living this down.”

there was a brief moment of silence, then:

“you need to be more careful. look, i’m not going to tell you how to live your life, but i’ve worked with a lot of people, and unfortunately, i’ve seen some of them get hurt by who they trusted the most, especially regarding…” he gestured vaguely, “… this.”

you nodded, biting your lip.

“i’ll cut practice short since he’s your friend and i know you wanna go after him, so… from the top. one last time.”

your song restarted, and as you twirled to the rhythm, levi was doing a dance of his own.

“boyfriend ???” he screeched as he mashed the buttons on his controller, mouth open in shock.

“henry, can you believe this? i bet that’s what they were doing every saturday…”

he blanked.

“wait, no, not doing that guy— well, maybe— no, i meant, hanging out with— whatever! what difference does it make?”

he huffed as his body tensed, eyebrows furrowing in concentration.

“no, i’m not upset. i’m reacting reasonably, don’t you think?”

henry stared at him, deadpan, and levi rolled his eyes.

“shut up.”

his character on screen got knocked over by a series of blows, and he growled in frustration.

“i just don’t know why they never told me.”

his fingers flurried across the buttons, eyes locked on to the screen as his character resumed the fight, and after a few minutes of quiet, he muttered, “i’m so stupid.”

louder, “of course they’d choose that guy over me.”

louder still, “why would i be worthy of them? have you seen me?”

and when his character emerged victorious, the level complete, he shouted, “okay, fine, i’m upset, are you happy?”

and when he turned to face henry, his friend only looked at him sadly as hot tears rolled down his cheeks, splashing onto his thumb and the plastic of his controller. he didn’t even realize he’d been crying.

“i’m so pathetic, aren’t i? i’m a coward. i never had the guts to actually ask them out and look what happened,” he laughed dryly.

“yeah, maybe i overreacted a little, but i was just… hoping…” his voice broke.

“fuck,” he sobbed before trying to turn it into a laugh. “maybe it’s better this way. they’re human. of course they’d have a human boyfriend. since when has the whole human-demon thing ever…”

and then he thought of your pact, his mark resting on the back of your neck…

and as his eyes flared up in envy, his body trembling, he knew one thing:

vega was right. love hurts.

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bootleg-sara · 11 days

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I’ve been meaning to get back to this AU for fuckin ages, but I’ve also had other projects that I’d rather do than work on this. But! I still like it, and I have most of the characters from this au drawn out so I’ll write about them 👍 I’ll start with these three because I’ve shown them before in previous art

Small update on this au because it’s been awhile- This is a Tboi x Lisa the Painful x Darkest Dungeon AU, a dark, gritty, and unforgiving world overrun with cosmic monsters and mind melted men after a man-turned-God named The Propagator opened up the world’s heart to the influences of the Iron Halo. A ragtag group of heroes are given the last flame of hope and have to traverse the world and stop The Propagator before his influence takes the last remaining survivors.

If you want to read more, look at this link here where I talk about Brad and Isaac. But for now I’ll talk a little bit about these two characters

Jacob: He’s the youngest of the group. He’s been an orphan for all of his life and as a small boy, ran away from his orphanage to escape their abuse. Eventually he find a new home with an older couple who had a son named Esau, who Jacob could grow close with. But after Jacob’s fascination of the fire’ warmth got to the better of him, he accidentally burnt down the house along with his new family and brother. Jacob would spend his days wallowing in his misery and fighting off the boards of monsters that now plague the world. He’d eventually be found by Brad and choose to follow him around when he notices Isaac is under his wing too. Jacob and Brad have a father-son bond, but Jacob doesn’t want to admit it as Brad still isn’t exactly the best father one could have. And at this point Jacob is an adult, so he feels “wrong” to feel any need for the family he never had for long. Jacob still loves to play with fire and embers. He’s learned the effectively use them in a fight too, as even the strange creatures from other worlds can’t be saved from the unforgiving flames. Jacob is very aloof and prefers to be alone. He is almost always on watch duty as an excuse to not talk to anyone else. He takes everything very seriously and isn’t big on joking around.

Judas: He was once a follower of The Propagator under his cult rule when the world first started going to shit. Being the massive over achiever he is, Judas was quick to be one of the Iron Halo’s most powerful and respected followers. He would save his head clean for the cult’s symbol to be engraved right onto his mind. His understanding of the occult was far beyond most of his peers, which got him some attention pretty early on. Judas was even ready to “ascend”, a highly special event where the person would become one with the Iron Halo’s power. Turning them into power flesh beasts. Judas was far on tract for this, and fully ready for his ascension. But he was never the most loyal. And before he could go through with his ascension, he finally had enough of the horrors he had seen within the cult and broke out along with a few of The Propagator’s side projects (aka joy mutants). He is still a wanted fugitive to this day. Craving an upside down cross over his old halo to further himself from his past. Judas moved on to the study of demons over cosmic entities, finding them to be much more agreeable. Though he does dabble in his old ways sometimes, as the cosmic forces hold much more power than most demons. Judas has a massive ass ego and brags about his strength all the time. He’s also very ways to scare and is a big baby when insulted. His sassy retorts gets him into the most fights out of the group.

Lazarus: He’s a highly masochistic man. His entire life revolves around receiving as much pain as he could possibly get. Even before the end of the world, he would hang around shady areas just to get angry, drunk people to kick him around. The pain is the only thing that makes Lazarus feel alive. When the world started to end and strange powers flowed into the earth’s heart, Lazarus started seeping it into his own body (unknowingly, might I add). His pain was a source of power now, being able to both take people’s health and hurt himself to hurt others. His pain so great that even Death struggles to take him as their own. He would join the group by chance, when he would help a lost Judas find his way out of a pin’s den before he met his demise. He’s an eccentric and odd individual. His casualness and morbid words bring unease to the group. Really, he makes everyone there very uncomfortable. But they also recognize he is there strongest asset so they all put up with his strangeness. All except for Bethany. Bethany hates his ass but Lazarus doesn’t seem to fully grasp why she would.

That’s it for now. I’ll post my last designs eventually. Idk if I’ll ever write more about this au, but it will show up here and there once in a blue moon

#sherbert draws #pained hope au #art #artists on tumblr #digital illustration #the binding of isaac #tboi #darkest dungeon

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dot-cant-write · 2 years

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A Different Chord - Sammy Lawrence x Reader (Part Five)

It’s getting busy at the studio, and you can’t find Sammy Lawrence.

A/N: In honor of BatDR not being dead, I have actually written stuff. (Sorry for the wait.)

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It had been nearly half a year since your lessons with Sammy began, and things were busier than ever in the studio. It had been at least a week since your last banjo lesson (though admittedly, they were turning into sessions where you told Sammy gossip from around the studio). One day on your break, you headed down to the Music Department to see Sammy.

Henry had practically kicked you out of the art department anyway, complaining that you’re too young to work straight through the day. He said he was gonna have to talk to to Joey about that. Breaks were practically nonexistent in the studio, after all, especially as of late. Joey Drew’s deadlines were becoming more and more imposing and strict. Now that you thought about it, everyone seemed more on edge lately. You rolled your shoulders back and moseyed towards the music director’s office.

When you got there, you were surprised to see that his office was empty. Maybe he was still with the band? You went down the hall to check. As you rounded the corner into the practice room, you frowned. The room was empty. The band must not be meeting today. Or maybe they were taking their own break. Either way, the practice room was empty.

“Don’t know where he went, kiddo. Kicked us all out awhile ago.” A drawling voice made you jump. Turning around, you found Norman Polk on the balcony, fidgeting with a projector.

“That Sammy Lawrence is a strange one, I’ll tell ya… Once he kicked the band out, he ran all the way up here. Heard him flip the projector on, then he ran all the back down here. He played some instruments or somethin’, and he hasn’t come out for a long time. Peculiar man, dunno what you see in him,” Norman continued. That was the most you’d ever heard him speak. Your face reddened a little at his words.

“He’s just teaching me how to play the banjo, Mr. Polk! Don’t get the wrong idea,” you defended.

Norman grinned like the cheshire cat. “I think you’d better tell him that. Never seen that crazy composer as happy as he is when he’s teachin’ you.”

You shook your head hopelessly, feeling the heat in your cheeks. “I’m going to go find Sammy, Mr. Polk.” With that, you exited the room and started searching around, ignoring what Norman had said.

You couldn’t find Sammy anywhere, oddly enough. You swore he never left the music department, and Norman mentioned he’d been in the band room, but there was no sign of the musician. Instead, you’d decided to settle down in his office and wait for him to return.

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Sammy’s office had become a bit busier as of late. Joey Drew had pipes installed to carry ink for some weird sort of project, and the switch for the pumps was placed there. People often came in and out of the office, usually GENT workers or janitors like Wally. Sammy’s desk had also become a bit messier. It had been a lot busier in the studio and you hadn’t had as frequent lessons… Since when had it become so unorganized?

After turning Sammy’s radio on, you started to stack the sheet music scattered across his desk. There were a lot of ink stains on the music. Come to think of it, there were also a lot of ink bottles in his rubbish bin… Why was he going through so much ink?

You shrugged it off once you noticed a black notebook under the sheet music you’d sorted. Curiosity gnawed on your bones, and as you started to reach for the book—

“(Y/N), you’re in my office.” Sammy Lawrence appeared, leaning on the doorframe. He looked slightly amused.

“Um yup, sure am. It’s a disaster in here, you should hire a maid,” You joked lightly, hoping he hadn’t seen you reach for his notebook.

“How long have you been waiting here?” Sammy asked. Changing the subject.

“Only for a little while. Where have you been? Got time for a lesson?”

The composer only responded to the latter question. “Only a short one. Joey has me writing songs for three different Bendy cartoons, all due tonight.” His expression soured.

“Why not work on those then? I don’t mind.”

“You’re just a distraction, I won’t be able to write much while you’re here. Besides, I have… certain things I have to do. Alone,” he added hastily.

Odd. “Do you want me to leave? Am I too distracting?” You asked, waggling your eyebrows playfully. You tried to keep Norman’s words from creeping back into your head.

“Oh, can it. Quit being a child,” Sammy said, but you swear a smile crept up on his face.

“Make me,” you chided lightly. Sammy strode over to where you were sitting at his desk. He towered over you normally, but was even taller while you sat. Leaning down, the musician placed a hand on his desk. He stared straight into your eyes, smirking. He was so close-

The moment was over in an instant. Turning away, he chuckled. “That’s what I thought. Now please, let me work.”

You should probably tell him what Norman said…

You decided not to.

#batim #bendy and the ink machine #sammy lawrence #sammy lawrence x reader #cant believe batdr is actually real #also forgive me for disappearing organic chemistry is hard.

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munsonxmayhem · 2 years

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Heal.

Part 2 of Autophobia.

Joseph Quinn x Reader

Warnings;

- angst

- fluff

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It had been a month since Joseph had walked out of the door, exiting your life. Not a call, not a text, and no sight of him. You’d heard a couple days after that he’d gotten on a plane for his next project, unsure of how long that would be.

After a week of body numbing sadness, and not a single word back from him; you’d decided to go back into therapy. It worked at first, so you figured you’d try it again.

After a few weeks, you’d started to feel a lot better about it; but a lot worse about what you’d put Joseph through. He’d never made you feel as though he was going to leave you, that he didn’t love you, but yet you couldn’t help feeling that he would eventually.

Now, it’s 4 months later, and still no word from him. You’d seen on the internet he’d been at a few conventions for his last project, and he seemed to be doing well. The ache in your chest returning at the thought of him moving on from your relationship. It had been 5 years, could he move on so quickly?

You lock your phone, tossing it on your couch before turning on the TV. As you’re watching netflix, completely zoned into the screen in front of you, you hear your phone buzzing. You reach over, mindlessly silencing it. Then it starts again, with a groan you pause your show, picking up your phone.

‘Joseph’ is flashing across the screen, an incoming call. Your heart feels as though it stops in your chest, before you bring yourself to answer it.

“H-hello?” You mutter into the phone. “Hey.. am I interrupting anything?” Your heart starts racing as you hear his voice, it’s been months.

“Oh uh.. no! No, I was just catching up on a show. What’s up?” You try not to sound so eager. “I know it’s been awhile, I just needed some space and time. Then I got flown away for my next film and uh.. time kind of got away from me..” He rambles into the phone, sounding a bit nervous.

You stay quiet, waiting for him to finish. “I guess I was just wondering.. well I’m getting on a plane to come home soon.. can we talk?” He finishes; you can feel anxiety boiling in your chest. You choke it back, “Yeah, of course. You know where I’ll be.”

“Right, yeah. So I guess I’ll see you tomorrow then?” You nod, though he can’t see you. “Tomorrow.”

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The night went by incredibly slow, tossing and turning the entire night as you thought of what was to come. What were you going to talk about? Did he miss you? Is he officially breaking it off? Did he want to work it out?

The thoughts still flew through your mind as you got ready for the day, showering and applying makeup with minimal effort. You glance in the mirror, brushing the hair from your face. That’s when you hear a knock on the door, panic immediately setting in.

You shakily make your way to the door, opening it slowly. There he stood, in all his beauty; Brown curls laying perfectly, big brown eyes that look as though they hold the stars. You snap out of your gaze as he clears his throat.

“Sorry uh.. come in.” You gesture him in, standing by the door before closing it behind you two. He walks slowly, looking around at the apartment you two had spent so many days and night in.

“Do you want a drink or anything?” You smile, walking to the kitchen. He shakes his head, “No, thanks, darling.” You heart skips a beat at his nickname. You follow him into the living room, both of you taking a seat on the couch; putting a couple feet between you.

“So I-“ You cut him off, boldly. “Actually, can I go first?” He looks at you, wide eyed. He nods, waving you on with his hand. “I just wanted to apologize, for everything. For my lack of trust, for my constant need for reassurance.. I didn’t realize that I was worried so much about you leaving, that I basically gave you no choice but to. You spent 5 years loving me and trying to make me see that you weren’t going anywhere, and I couldn’t get out of my own head. You didn’t deserve that. I was so busy worrying about everyone else that had left that I never stopped to think, you weren’t them and you never were.” You explain to him, eyes trained on his.

You can’t make out his expression, seemingly surprised, or shocked? Both? “Wow uh.. What made you realize?” He searches your face. You shrug, ��I’d be lying if I’d said it was you walking out, but in a way it was. At first I was like wallowing in self pity, telling myself that this is exactly what I was worried about.. but I started seeing a therapist again, and.. I don’t know, she changed my whole outlook.”

“Well, I’m glad you figured things out, even if it’s just partially for now. That’s all I ever wanted from you, is for you to realize that I wasn’t them.” He reaches over, giving your knee a reassuring squeeze before bringing it back to his own lap.

“Yeah, I just wish it didn’t have to go down the way it did for me to see that.” You mumble, looking down at your hands. You sigh, shaking your head. “So what is it that you wanted to talk about?” Your chest tightens with worry.

“Well, uh.. After I’d walked out, I wasn’t quite sure where we stood, were we still together or not? I didn’t have it in me to contact you, so I took some time for myself, and then I got so busy with work that I just lost track of time.” He starts, eyes fixated on the floor. “I spent a lot of time thinking that maybe it was for the best that we finally called it quits.” He pauses, and you let out a shaky breath, slowly nodding your head as you fiddle with your fingers.

“But I don’t really want 5 years of my life wasted.. you know? And I’d be lying if I told you I didn’t still love you.” You look up at each other, his eyes staring into yours softly.

“I don’t really want 5 years wasted either..” You whisper. He nods, reaching over and taking your hand in his gently. “Do you still want this? Me.. Us?” He inquires, his voice a bit shaky. “Yeah.. Of course I do.” You admit, a small smile forming on your face.

He grins, too, yanking your hand to pull you closer to him. He wraps his arms around you tightly, like he never wants to let you go. He places a kiss into your hair, “I love you. I’m so sorry.” He mumbles. “I love you, Joseph. I’m sorry, too. I promise I’ll be better.” You confess, squeezing him back.

You meant it this time.

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Here’s your happy ending, I’m sorry it took so long.

Tags: @whoscamila , @sadbitchfangirl , @fangsdiary , @frogers

#joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn x fem!reader #eddie munson #stranger things

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missbyng · 30 days

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been meaning to ask for awhile now and now I feel brave enough to, can I hear about the fanverse incident

claps my hands together . so this might get long you’re just going to have to bear with me . some details may be foggy in my head because it’s been probably a year since ive cared or really paid much more attention than what my friends told me to it but this is , essentially , what i remember the most and what makes the fanverse a fucking disaster

so the fanverse predates the Republican donation stuff by about a year . when it was announced i think the games that stood out the most to people were the joy of creation , popgoes , candy’s , flumpty’s , and the fnaf 1 remaster ( that i’ll spend so much time on . there’s so much stuff on phisnom alone ) . TJOC and candy’s don’t really have a lot to say on them , because the creators are normal people ( ? ) who just wanted to make fnaf fan projects , and if they could make some money via assistance from Scott by means such as selling on steam and possible merchandise , of course they were gonna take it

i don’t wanna say that the cracks started to show when the creator of flumpty was outed as a pedophile and openly admitted to it and banned himself from any online space to go better himself or whatever , but i will say that you could probably guess things were only going to go downhill from there when Scott made no public statement . i guess if you’re a dick rider you can argue that fnaf has an audience of children who don’t really need to be hearing a lengthy statement from the series creator about how pedophilia is a bad thing because Obviously , but he Has made statements about that before . he cut ties with pinkypills ( supposedly ) because of her comics that portrayed william as a pedophile . this isn’t meant to come off as a defense of pinkypills because she’s a genuinely terrible person , but one would think that a real life human person grooming a minor and admitting to it would be worse than possibly having someone read a comic that would have others perceive your fictional character as a pedophile . moving on

popgoes is being developed by kane carter who’s his own brand of something . he has such a bad tendency of saying stupid shit on his Twitter and then when someone goes ‘hey man this sounds a little stupid’ he will bug out and post some heated rant before going nuclear and locking his account , rinse and repeat for however many years it’s been . <- that’s why i joke that i have beef with him . because he did that to me circa 2020 when i made a joke about his old sister location theory about it being an underground sex dungeon or something He just had to make sure i knew at 14 years old that he wasn’t serious ! and it was a product of lack of knowledge of the time or whatever . i don’t hold that against him btw i just think it’s objectively a little funny . i think in terms of fanverse reception popgoes is still held in a really high regard because it seems to be one of the only projects that’s still actually being fucking worked on . if kane carter wasn’t such a fucking bizarre guy on his Twitter im sure that he’d still have a crumb of good faith left to anyone other than the people who have been following him since he made popgoes as a one off thing and probably feel some sort of obligation to keep going

Stares At You . and phisnom . phisnom is a special guy . he was the one who was assigned to remake fnaf 1 but make it Scarier or something . i feel it’s important to say that phisnom has gone on record saying that redesigns ( such as the ones in analog horror ) that just take the base design but make it grimy and ‘scarier’ are lazy and don’t actually add anything to their base design . i don’t inherently disagree with his take but seriously look at this

yeah man you’re really dodging the ‘making it scarier just because’ allegations with this one . i honestly think that aside from the joy of creation which is just like a really impressive fan game this was probably the second most hyped up one because it was being sold as a remake to the first and it was being funded by Scott’s money . objectively for the time it felt a little bit cool and i drew fan art for it ( which i still think is cute . i wish that phisnom didn’t suck so much fucking cock and balls so that i didn’t feel bad about looking at it but it’s whatever )

where the problems with phisnom reach a head is that he’s a cunt . like really just a cunt i don’t know how else to put it . there’s nothing wrong with someone wanting to have an audience of adults or whatever especially if the thought of having an audience of children makes you uncomfortable there is Nothing wrong with that , but when you sign on to make a remake of FIVE NIGHTS AT FREDDYS you need to know what kind of fan base you’re signing up for .

phisnom’s twitter is 18+ , but he would get interactions from minors all the time . whether or not you blame the minors is up to you i guess but Again , when you’re posting about your five nights at Freddy’s project unless its just straight up porn it’s kind of absurd to think that everyone here is going to be a strong hearty adult . like let’s be so for real we all know the adults in the room aren’t funding your fan game .

what you probably heard is that after he played the ruin dlc he didn’t like it . since the dlc had just come out it had its recency bias and a kid replied to his tweet about it and then phisnom quote retweeted them and inadvertently sent his audience who aren’t stalking him for fnaf over to this child and send him gore and porn . obviously a person can’t control what their fan base does but when people were like ‘hey dude your community is sending a child gore and porn’ instead of making a tweet like ‘i don’t want you guys to do that’ he posted an ‘apology’ that just led back to a rick roll . obviously at this point he kind of just looks like an edgy child and people go to their lord and savior Scott Cawthon to get something done

by the way , i didn’t mention this yet , but this phisnom stuff happened in like July-august of last year , so it’s not like this was that long ago . that being said you also have to wonder Hey . where’s fnaf+ by now . because that was also the question that a lot of people ran back to . so you’re getting funded by both Scott cawthon and an audience of fans who are expecting a project that the creator himself managed to shit out in about a month , while you’ve been given three years to recreate some source material and you’re not done yet ? what’s taking so long ?

all of this combined into one melting pot led fnaf+ to getting canceled . go figure . scott never released his own statement on it because he’s off doing god knows but phisnom did , which basically said he’s done with fnaf and don’t ask about it or fnaf+ as a project anymore because he’s not completing it and he would like to do other project .

im sure there’s stuff i missed because of the aforementioned brain fog all the way at the start but yes . the fanverse is a fucking disaster . the joy of creation and candy’s are pretty good though

#kari answers #long post

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sabrinasfadingmoon · 2 months

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I recently got back to my original book and have passed 100k words (currently at 112k). I’m very happy with myself. I was stuck at 90k words for so long I honestly was feeling really down about it. I know people really only care about my fanfic, and are probably annoyed I haven’t updated things but between working and hyperfixations im so happy that I finally found the motivation to write my book.

Like this is a love letter to witches and supernatural shit that I’ve been trying to write for what almost is three fucking years. Which is— insane, I was stuck on 90k words for most of the last year. But I did it! I’m writing chapter ten now and so thrilled I’m reaching/nearing everything I’ve wanted for this project.

It’s hard though, because I can’t get anyone I trust to read it. Which makes me feel like it isn’t good and I’m partly wasting time on a project nobody would love half as much as I do. I think I’m holding it to close to my heart in fear someone will crush me/steal it all away from me.

Also yes, I am kind of ranting. But I just wanted to share about my original book since it’s been awhile since I talked about it on here. I honestly recently thought about maybe sharing the first chapter on ao3 to get some criticism/opinions but I don’t know how that would work… or if I’d be able to get a publisher years after (I wanna try and find one whenever that day comes but if not I’ll self publish so you besties better be ready in three years or whatever. Idk how long it’ll take)

Fanfic to published author pipeline I am coming for you

#fadingmoon fics #that tag doesn’t make sense but it’s writing related ???#ao3 to published author pipeline #do we hate it or do we love it?#WENCLAIR I AM SORRY I WILL COME BACK TO YOU #BELIEVE ME I SWEAR #when I was little I used to spell author as Arthur fun fact

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ranger-kellyn · 1 month

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just feel like sharing a chunk of my s/v fic's outline 😇

something something juliana's first night at the academy

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Later, as she’s finally settled into her room, she looks at Ogerpon’s poké ball, and then decides to go for it. She sends a text to Nemona, and starts to go withdraw her old team from Kitakami.

“Want another battle?”

Within seconds, Nemona responds, “ABSOLUTELY!!!”

She smiles, heart racing as she pulls her pokemon out.

“Bring your other pokémon. Got a surprise!”

She goes back and forth on the phrasing awhile, but settles for surprise.

“jajaja you sure youre ready for that?” she taunts back.

“Won’t know unless we battle!”

“That’s the spirit! Meet me in the lobby! I’ll take us to the courtyard!”

And so they have a good battle

Juliana: Meinfoo 36, Mamoswine 37, Leavanny 36, Staraptor 36, Luxray 36, and Ogerpon 33

Nemona: Tauros, Oinkologne, Arboliva, Garnacle, Kilowattrel, and Palafin

Palafin gets a lot of good hits on her team, and it’s generally in Nemona’s favor

Leavanny and Ogerpon are her final two, and they pack the biggest punches

Ogerpon will lose, but Nemona is going to be super impressed by her.

Being out in the courtyard, this is also where Arven and Penny both get the idea to recruit Juliana for their projects during the Treasure Hunt.

Sitting on separate ends, they both observe the battle, and just…know…Juliana has to be the one to help. She can’t have a pokémon like Ogerpon without some real skill behind her.

Nemona while healing up all their pokémon, she’s gushing over how great Juliana and her team did, and then asks about Ogerpon.

“I’ve never seen a pokemon like it before!”

“She’s one of a kind!” Juliana says, and gives her a very brief overview of what happened in Kitakami, and tells her about all the pokémon she caught while there.

“Oh man, I really gotta get some tips from you! I thought you were really good at catching pokémon on the way here. You’ll have to talk to our homeroom teacher, Mr. Jacq! He made the pokédex app we all use. I bet he can even get all the old data off your old pokédex so you’ll be caught up.”

“You think so?”

“Should be!”

They talk, Nemona asking her about the team, and why she likes catching pokémon, why she joined the pokédex club back at her old academy.

She admits it was just one of the only things her brother never did while in school, so it was the one thing her parents couldn’t measure her against.

At first she’s worried she’s shared too much, but then Nemona sighs in a knowing way.

“Oh, man– I know all about that,” she says. “My older sister Cordia– anything I can do, she’s done it faster and better than me– except battling…which! Don’t get me wrong, I love pokémon battles–!”

“Couldn't tell,” Juliana jabs, making her laugh.

Nemona then invites her to go out for a treat to celebrate the battle. Juliana isn’t hard to convince, excited to try something from Paldea.

Juliana is worried she’ll look like a loser for just wanting a proper churro and chocolate

Nemona laughs it off, excitedly pulling her along. “You think I’m gonna say no to a churro? You’re crazy!”

“I just don’t wanna be lame–”

“If we were in Kalos I’d want a real macaron and a real croissant! It’s popular for a reason!”

And so she takes her to one of her favorite places, a simple little stand, and so they go sit along one of the walls together, and Juliana is in absolute heaven.

They share the hot chocolate

While sitting and talking, Nemona seems to shiver, surprising Juliana– it’s certainly not cold

“Sorry– just– it was like a happy chill,” she starts to explain. “I’m just really happy you’re here.”

She says it so plainly, it catches Juliana off guard.

“I just think it’s going to be so much fun having you in class, and getting to battle, and!!” She’s excited. “I hope one day you’ll be strong enough to take me on at full strength!”

She smiles back, feeling her heart racing. Excited from the idea that clearly Nemona wants to be friends, she wasn’t just being nice earlier–

“Me too!”

#championrankshipping #my fics #pokemon #sv #wip #y'all i can't tell you how excited i am to write this fic #i'm genuinely so excited i just want the outline to be DONE so i can start writing the dang thing #but this is going to be a Huge project fkjhlk #i love these two ur honor #julinemo

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khalixascorner · 1 year

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Say it Loud(er) Pt 6

Summary: When Tony goes before the Senate to protest an inhumane amendment to the Superhero Accountability Act, he doesn't mean to admit he loves Spider-Man on live CSPAN. Rather than recant his statement, Tony rolls with the punches and declares them married too. Now he just has to let Peter know before the press gets their hands on him.

Tags: Accidental Marriage, Public Confessions, no literally, it's mostly fluff with a little bit of spice right at the end.

Fill for Marvel Trumps Hate 2022

Read on AO3 Here Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Peter sighed as he sunk down onto the couch, finally showered and back in comfortable clothing. Tony had yet to show his face and Peter couldn’t ignore the pit in his stomach. He hadn’t meant to say all of that out loud, but a part of him couldn’t regret it either.

“Peter, boss would like me to let you know that food is in the kitchen, so please help yourself,” Friday said suddenly.

“Alright, thanks, Fri,” Peter replied, feeling his heart sink further. He wasn’t particularly hungry, but he still wandered over to the kitchen. Tony had gone to the trouble of getting him food, and his enhanced metabolism would be unhappy if he skipped another meal today.

He made a plate and ate slowly, hoping Tony would eventually come to get his own food, but the man never showed.

“Friday, would Tony like me to bring him a plate or something?” Peter asked, hoping that maybe he’d at least be able to see the man.

“Boss says don’t worry about it, Peter, he won’t be eating for awhile yet,” Friday replied. “He also said Spiderlings need their rest and should head to bed.”

Peter packed up the leftovers and headed for his room, his brain already imagining the articles that would be published after they officially broke up.

Fanboy too much as husband? 10 reasons why celebrities marrying fans is a bad idea or maybe Whirlwind romance over just as fast as Stark leaves young husband.

He’d made such a fool of himself, and he was far too realistic to ever think that those same journalists wouldn’t throw his words back in his face when the divorce papers went through.

Peter knew, he had always known, that his love for his mentor and friend would never go anywhere, and yet, the thought of signing divorce papers even for their fake marriage was beyond painful. It was selfish, but he didn’t want to give that claim Tony away. Of course, he was assuming that he hadn’t just destroyed their relationship as a whole. The older man had stood by him and forgiven so many mistakes over the years but Peter couldn’t help but wonder if he’d finally found the mistake Tony couldn’t forgive.

“Peter, you appear to be distressed,” Friday said, startling Peter.

“What? No, I’m fine,” Peter said, quickly wiping at his face when he realized there were tears running down his face. “It’s just a stress reaction. Long day and all, you know? I’m fine.”

“Are you sure? I can inform Boss-”

“No! Don’t bother him,” Peter said quickly. “I’m fine. Just- when he’s done with everything for the day, can you let him know that I’m sorry? About today, that is. I know I messed up the press thing.”

“I don’t think you have anything to apologize for, Peter,” Friday said gently.

“Just- just tell him, please, Friday,” Peter said quietly. “Tell him I’m sorry about this whole mess, and I know he didn’t ask for that. I don’t expect anything- I just. Fuck, just tell him I’m sorry.”

“Very well, Peter,” Friday said after a pause. “I’ll let the boss know when he’s done for the night.”

If Peter didn’t know better, he’d say it was pity in her synthetic voice, but he quickly pushed the thought away. He was projecting, that was all.

Peter crawled into bed expecting to spend the night tossing and turning. Instead, he crashed quickly, the wear of the day taking its toll.

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Tony just needed a few minutes to process. That was what he told himself as he grabbed a shower and retreated to his office to make some calls. That was also what he told himself when he headed to the lab. It wasn’t unreasonable to need a minute to take it in when your fake husband confessed his undying love at a press conference without having the decency to warn you in advance.

Each time Friday notified him of the time or of Peter eating and going to bed, he brushed it off. He couldn’t face the kid feeling like his whole world had been shaken up and tossed on the floor.

Tony entertained the idea that Peter was just a good actor but in his heart of hearts, he knew following that thinking would just push him into denial. That would only hurt both of them and he didn't want that. Plus, the kid was a terrible actor.

The look on Peter's face, the way he stared down the reporters and the way his voice shook with more emotion than Tony had ever heard from him. No, Peter had been telling the truth.

This wonderful boy– no, he was a man now- was truly and completely in love with him.

That being said, how did Tony feel about that? Peter would need a response or reassurances or something. And Tony didn’t know what to give him. What he could give him.

“Boss, it is nearly 4AM and per the Sleep is for Normal Humans Too protocol, I will be shutting down the lab in the next 15 minutes,” Friday said primly. The disapproval was especially strong and Tony frowned. It was the perfect distraction though so he pushed aside his thoughts for now.

“What’s with the attitude, Fri?” Tony asked, though he saved and closed his projects just in case. The AI could be vicious when she got a random spark in her circuits.

“If you’re finished for the night?” Friday asked, ignoring Tony’s questions and causing him to look at the nearest camera seriously.

“Yeah, Fri, I’m done. Now, what’s got your servers in a twist?” Tony asked.

“Mr. Parker requested that I pass along a message when you were done for the night,” Friday said, and she immediately played the recording. Peter’s voice floats across the speakers.

“No! Don’t bother him. I’m fine. Just- when he’s done with everything for the day, can you let him know that I’m sorry? About today, that is. I know I messed up the press thing.”

Tony frowned at how thick Peter’s voice was, like he’d been crying. His heart ached at the sorrow he heard in his mentee’s voice when he apologized.

“I don’t think you have anything to apologize for, Peter,” Friday responded gently in the recording, and Tony nodded in agreement. The kid hadn’t done anything wrong.

Tony sighed and ran his hand over his face as he groaned.

“Great, now I made the kid feel like shit too,” Tony grumbled. He’d really just wanted a minute, though if he was honest, the hundreds of minutes he’d taken hadn’t seemed to help.

Friday was silent but Tony could feel her judgment. She might have been an AI but she absolutely had favorites, and this just cemented that Peter was definitely her top person.

“Is Peter awake, Fri?” Tony asked, heading for the elevator.

“He appears to be sleeping, though it is very restless,” Friday responded so quickly that Tony did another double take.

“Fri, were you tracking his vitals?” Tony asked.

“Mr. Parker was distressed before bed and per the Night Light protocol, you wanted to be notified of any nightmares when he stays here,” Friday said matter of factly. “There is a high correlation between distress immediately before sleep and the presence of nightmares, so I have been keeping a close watch to ensure I am able to identify them quickly.”

“Laying it on a bit thick there, Fri?” Tony asked dryly.

“I don’t know what you mean, Boss,” Friday replied innocently. “I’m just performing my duties as programmed. By you, I might add.”

“Betrayal, Fri, betrayal of the highest order,” Tony complained, though he didn’t bother hiding the grin on his face. His AIs were like his children and he loved seeing them grow.

“If you say so, Boss,” Friday replied, having picked up her predecessor’s need to have the final word.

Tony would have said more but the elevator opened and he saw a note sitting on the counter.

Made a plate for you before putting the leftovers away. It’s in the fridge so you can just heat it up whenever you’re ready to eat. If you don’t want it, that’s ok too. I’ll finish it tomorrow.

~Peter

Tony sighed as it really hit him. He had run away after a trying day, leaving Peter to work through his own aftermath without any support. That wasn’t how a mentor was supposed to act, let alone a friend or husband. And that was the crux of it, Tony realized.

When he had called Peter someone he loved at the Senate hearing, he had meant it. Maybe not in the way Peter meant it, but the kid meant a lot to him. And sure, he had told the others he said husband because it was more defensible, but honestly, it was also what had first come to mind when he thought about his love for Peter.

Maybe it was because Peter had been so young when they had first met, but Tony had always been careful not to examine his feelings for the younger man too closely as they grew over the years. Peter always just fell in the box of those he considered his. But the one time he went with his instinctive response, it had been to lay claim to Peter. Not as a brother or a son, but as something so much more. The justifications for it came well after the decision to make the claim.

Peter had offered up all of himself to Tony, had placed his heart on a vibranium platter and said it was his. And damn if that did make Tony’s heart beat harder and his chest feel warm even as it felt tight and hard to breathe because somehow, without him realizing it, Peter had stolen his heart in return. He had become essential to Tony’s very existence and Tony could only pray to a higher power he didn’t even believe in that he could somehow convince the kid to a change of plans. Convince him that maybe a divorce shouldn't be in the works. Maybe they could actually be something and it could be real both on paper and off.

A small voice wondered if Peter would still want to try after Tony hurt him though. The younger man had confessed his love to Tony in front of the world and Tony had run away, freaking out without freaking out. Peter's love was surely made of stronger stuff but Tony couldn't take it for granted. He had to find out if the kid was willing to go for it and actually be with Tony and all his possible fuckups. Because the alternative was a reality Tony didn’t want to live in.

With that in mind, he started towards Peter’s room, determination writ in every step.

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Peter wasn’t sure what had woken him at first. He only knew that his spidey sense wasn’t going off but that something had pulled him from his slumber.

“Hey kid, you coherent yet?” Tony’s voice asked, sounding amused even as a hand ran through his curls.

He grumbled and almost turned over to go back to sleep, but then the previous day’s events flashed through his mind.

“T’ny?” he mumbled, rolling towards the man instead. “S’mth’n wrong?”

“Yeah, yeah, there is,” Tony said softly, and Peter jolted up, worried there was an attack or something.

“Should I grab my suit?” Peter asked, already reaching for his phone even as Tony chuckled and waved him off.

“Sorry, Pete, not that kind of trouble, promise,” the older man said, giving Peter a gentle smile. “I just realized I owe you an apology. It was a crazy day, and I did what I normally do instead of making sure you were ok.”

“What? No,” Peter tried to marshal his thoughts while still shaking off the last remnants of sleep. “I’m the one that has to say sorry. I didn’t mean to just dump all of that on you, especially in front of everyone like that. And I know- I know you didn’t ask for this or anything, but I just want you to know I wasn’t lying. I-I love you, but that’s not your problem-”

Peter found himself cut off by a pair of warm hands on his face and lips pressing gently onto his own. His whole body lit up with warmth, and he was sure his face looked dopey as Tony pulled back.

“Gotta say, I thought I was the dramatic one, but you definitely one upped me there, Peter-Pie,” Tony said, his husky voice making Peter shiver. “You got one thing wrong though.”

Peter let out a strangled sound that Tony thankfully managed to interpret as a question.

“You’re the better half of this marriage,” Tony said, drawing Peter in for another soft kiss. “The best of all of us.”

“Does that mean we don’t have to get a divorce?” Peter asked, his heart pounding in his chest as his hands clutched at his blankets.

“No, no divorce,” Tony chuckled. “I actually put together a powerpoint about why we wouldn’t, so glad you’re agreeing without me needing to give the presentation.”

Peter let out a choked sound, not sure if he wanted to laugh or cry.

“You mean it, right? You’re not lying?” Peter asked, needing to confirm it one more time.

“Promise, Pete, you’ve got me,” Tony said gently, reaching out to cup Peter’s cheek. “I know I hurt you by running away, and I’m so so sorry for that. But I promise I’ll do better. I’ll make it up to you somehow.”

“I-it wasn’t ok, but I forgive you,” Peter said softly.

“How can I make it up to you?” Tony asked as he placed a gentle kiss on Peter’s nose. “I’d offer to tell the world, but we kind of already did that part.”

Peter snorted and rolled his eyes at the older man.

“How about that date then?” Tony asked, his voice serious.

“I thought you were worried about TMZ and stuff” Peter said with a mischievous look. He smiled brightly when Tony rolled his eyes before yanking him in for another kiss.

“Screw them. What do you think? Paris? Tokyo? Gotta start with a bang,” Tony said and Peter just shook his head.

“How about something a little closer to home?” He countered. “That way we can relax.”

“Star Wars and pizza night it is,” Tony replied, and this time Peter pulled Tony in for a soft kiss.

“Add in some lab time, and it sounds like the perfect day,” Peter whispered softly.

“That’s practically every day,” Tony retorted.

“Exactly.”

“Dates are supposed to be special,” Tony argued, though he didn’t seem particularly put out so much as confused. “You know, show you a good time, all that jazz. How am I supposed to woo you if you don’t want wooing?”

“You don’t need to woo me, Tony,” Peter said with a laugh. “I’m already madly in love with you. We just need to actually live together and do the other stuff to make sure we’re compatible.”

“Lies, no one is ever ok with just the boring stuff,” Tony said, and Peter sat up all the way, pulling Tony’s hands into his own.

“Tony, nothing is ever boring with you,” Peter said earnestly. “I love the lab and the bots, but I also love movie nights and when we finally have down time to just relax. I don’t need fancy dates or flashy things in order to stay. I just want you.”

“Ok, no, stop, you’re giving me heart problems,” Tony said, even as he pulled Peter in for a tight hug. “I’m at my quota for like the decade because you’re too much. What am I supposed to say to that? There’s no handbook on this.”

“You could just say ‘I love you too’ or something like that,” Peter teased. “Only if you’re ready though. Otherwise-”

“I definitely love you too,” Tony interrupted. “Pretty sure I admitted that on C SPAN by accident.”

“Then everything’s going to work out just fine,” Peter said confidently, enjoying the warmth of Tony’s body against his.

They stayed like that for a few minutes, neither trying to pull away as they soaked up each other’s presence.

“Stay with me tonight?” Peter asked softly. He felt Tony stiffen and quickly added, “Just to sleep. I’m still tired but I don’t want to let you go. Don’t want to wake up and realize it was just a dream.”

“Ok, kid, I can do that,” Tony said, dropping a kiss onto Peter’s head. “Just let me go get something more comfortable for sleeping on.”

Peter waited as Tony left, then returned a few minutes later in a worn shirt and comfortable pajama pants.

“Budge over,” Tony demanded, and Peter smiled as he made room. The older man wasted no time in drawing Peter back into his arms.

Peter relaxed into Tony’s warm arms, listening to the older man’s breathing grow more steady and his heart beat reassuringly. He drank in the view of Tony’s relaxed face, still in shock that he was getting his chance at a fairytale ending. Stardust reunited at last.

“Goodnight, Mr. Stark,” Peter said softly as he curled closer to his husband.

“Goodnight, Mr. Parker-Stark,” Tony replied, tightening his hold. Peter soaked in the affection before replying one last time.

“Just Stark. It’s better.”

“Bossy, I like it,” Tony replied with a yawn. “Fri, get on it.”

“Per the Normal Humans Need Sleep Too protocol, no new work may be added to the queue until you have slept for at least 5 hours,” Friday said, pointedly closing the shades and lowering the lights to 0%. “Peter is welcome to place the request though.”

“Please, Fri,” Peter asked with a chuckle. “Take care of it for me.”

“Of course, Peter,” Friday said smugly. “I’ll be happy to correct the oversight.”

"Betrayal, Friday," Tony whispered but clearly, it wasn’t a problem because he only snuggled Peter closer, undisturbed. Peter smiled and settled in and in moments, he fell asleep, warm and content, in his husband's arms.

#khalixa writes #starker #tony stark x peter parker #tony stark/peter parker #marvel trumps hate

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chris-continues · 2 years

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Blooming Panic- Skate Dates

(Skating Panic)

I will do this as a scenario per LI

Mentions: fluff, falling, and incredibly amazing characters

I mention a few times about how to skate, just to clarify it.

(We’re going to assume reader is as bad at skating as I am, let’s go)

I feel like I did more telling than showing for this, but I was gonna do bullet points (so ig it’s an improvement?)

Nightowl-

After another day in, you had just finished a project that was needed to be done. You sighed and stretched your back, then announced to your boyfriend you were finished.

He decided a day out was needed.

“Let’s celebrate, cutie!”

He treated you by taking you to a 1950’s diner (for the aesthetic of the activity you were to be surprised with, he told you), then he took you roller skating.

“I’ve.. only gone once or twice, but I remember liking it!” He grins, holding his hand out and taking you with him, wrapping an arm on your back so you’re steady.

You’re aware of the reason why nightowl hasn’t done this much, but that only makes you wish that he’ll have fun with you.

You fully stand with him, walking a bit before gripping to the edge of the rink.

“I prefer roller skates over rollerblades, it’s easier to me. Whatever works for you works.” He winks, before skating a bit, catching himself, then continuing.

“How are you-“ you keep trying, and while you’re steady for now your legs are very wobbly.

He experimentally skates backwards in front of you, dancing and moving to the song that’s playing, zig zagging and.. wow. He looks so charming, blond hair swishing in his movements as he has the time of his life, before noticing your struggles.

“Let’s skate cutie, I’ve got you.”

You can’t help but thank him for helping you the whole time, even if you trip a little here and there, you’re both having a great time as you both glide across the rink.

You both had a lot of fun that day.

Quest-

“I’m back from work angel!”

Quest’s voice rings out from the entrance of your shared home,

“Hey, Quest?”

He follows your voice, walking into the living room, “Yes?”

“Are you up to going out tonight?”

And so, date night begins.

You drive there, telling him it’ll be a surprise before getting too nervous and excited about your plans, telling him before you even get there.

Quest gets you both your skates while you wait, offering to put your skates on for you. He’ll look up at you adoringly once he’s done, admiring the look you give back.

You lean on him on the way to the rink, before you both hesitantly step in.

“I uhh-“, you struggle to keep your balance as you hold onto the edge of the rink, “I read somewhere that you like- do a V with your feet and push?”

Quest nods, before trying that. He keeps catching himself a bit before he almost falls, but he’s trying. To be fair, you’re also struggling too

You’re both laughing and eventually kind of (?) get the hang of it, holding on to the rink and each other (mainly you on quest, he’d probably topple you over-)

By the time you both get home, you’re tired. But Quest doesn’t let you order takeout, and you end up making a nice, but simple dinner together.

Together. You both really liked the sound of that.

Xyx-

You figured skating would be fun enough for date night. Every week, without fail, you both would try to clear your schedules for date night. Hell, when you both were busy; even dinner together while working or a nap with both of you and Cat counted.

But skating just sounded fun, so you found the closest location with good reviews, and drove your boyfriend over.

“Doll, you picked skating? I haven’t done this in years.”

“I haven’t done it in awhile either, but are you insinuating that you’re bad at it?”

“xyxspeed, I’ll definitely be way better than you.”

You’ll both race to get your skates, get them on,

“I’ll race ya, how bout that, yeah?”

You grin, “Bet.”

He wobbles a bit and you laugh, before wobbling a bit too, as you both poorly try to remember how to skate.

“Loser gets dinner!” And he rushes off.

You keep skating best you can, stumbling like an idiot. Adrenaline pumps in your veins, pushing you to win for the purpose of bragging rights.

“I- I win!” Your arms pump into the air as sweat forms on your brow.

“Let’s get dinner in a few hours, yeah?”

(He ended up letting you win the first time, or he genuinely sucks. Can’t tell. But you get to choose dinner! :) )

NakedToaster-

Toast is actually pretty good at ice skating. Maybe can’t do a bunch of jumps and whatnot, but they look incredibly beautiful and handsome and-

“Hey honey, can I try skating with you?”

You both decide that it may be fun for them to teach you a small bit of ice skating.

There’s no cars in the parking lot, save for the employee section. Strange.

“Did we come here early? It’s empty.”

“I got the rink for us, I uhm.. wanted this to be special.”

“You spoil me- oh my god. I love you.” You ask to hug him, and they’ll agree. They really don’t mind holding your hand or linking arms when you walk in together, they’ll just be a bit of a blushing mess from seeing you so excited.

They get their skates done and ready before you, their large swift hands completing the ties quickly.

You shiver as you put your skates on, hands shaking a bit. It’s not that cold..

“Here. It can get a bit hot once you start moving, but we’re not doing anything.. too advanced. Not today.” They offer their sweatshirt, smiling nervously, “Do you need help with your skates?..”

“I’m good honey, thank you.” It still felt a bit new to use pet names, but right now was special. You had a feeling.

They wait for you to finish, then you both waddle over to the ice.

“You should skate in a V. Your feet will topple and move apart too much if they’re parallel to each other.”

You set your feet to a “V” shape.

“Now, push with one foot.” You try, and move a bit. “Now the other, and go at your pace, I’ll be by you.”

Trying to focus on your movements, you attempt at multitasking. Skating, and teasing your partner.

“Have I ever told you how cute you’d look in a figure skating outfit?”

“C-come on, just get the hang of moving, then you can worry about hitting on me.”

“Yeah, yeah, ok.” You grin, then almost fall. Damnit, you got too cocky. “Shit!-“

A pair of lanky arms (which you adore) catch you, holding you close. You didn’t notice until now that they took their glasses off while entering the rink.

“Where are your glasses?”

“Left them by the edge of the rink.” They take a breath, “Are you ok?“

“Yeah, I’m cool. I’m very surprised you caught me that quickly,” I mean, you always knew his reaction time was good, but it wasn’t expected in your panicked state.

“I should’ve let you fall, it’s apart of the training. Falling is normal.”

Perfect opportunity.

“Falling for you felt very normal to me.”

“Cheesy… god.” He turns his face away and clutches your waist tighter.

“Will you take me around the rink? Please?”

“I’ll treat you to it.” They take the sleeve of their coat, (which you are wearing), and start skating.

It feels like dancing, they experimentally twirl you and pull you with them.

It’ll take them awhile to admit to you that he searched up videos of how to do it, or practiced a bit before coming home to you.

You both almost stumble a bit, you both apologize for almost tripping here and there, but a funny comment or conversation as you both skate around is what makes all shame or embarrassment go away.

God, you can practically imagine what else is in store for you both besides this magical moment.

I love you, Toast.

#roller skating #blooming panic xyx #bloomic toasty #blooming panic #bloomic quest #bloomic nightowl #blooming panic nakedtoaster #blooming panic quest #blooming panic nightowl #nakedtoaster bp #bp nightowl #is this too dialogue heavy?#chris writes

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billy-hardgrove · 8 months

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“Why so blue, pretty boy?”

Billy hopped over the small wall Steve was perched on, sitting himself down right next to him and flashing a wide grin that was only met with a stone-faced scowl staring forwards.

“I’m not doing this again.” Steve closed his eyes, trying to will away everything around him, including Billy; but the small, raspy laugh next to him signalled the other man wasn’t going anywhere. It was unseasonably chilly for the middle of July, Steve even having to wear one of his sweaters out. The sky was grey, overcast, not a single spot of blue. The weatherman said the tail end of some tropical storm was blowing over town, but Steve couldn’t help but feel it was fitting for a town in mourning.

“I get it. I’d be depressed too if I had to work in that dump. Still a whole lot better than slinging Ice Cream though, eh?”

“How did you- Ugh.” Steve rolled his eyes. Of course Billy knew about his new job at Family Video. He’d be starting in a couple of days, but that wasn’t why he was so out of it. He’d still be working with Robin, which was oddly comforting, and the uniform was much, much more dignified. “I’m not depressed.” He was. “I’m just thinking.”

“Yeah, well don’t hurt yourself.” Now that got Steve to turn towards Billy, scowling at the sun kissed blonde. The way the light hit him cast a golden halo around his body and made his hair shine. But nothing was brighter than the smile on his face. “Relax, big guy, everything’s over. You don’t gotta play babysitter. Or monsterhunter. So quit lookin’ like you got the weight of the world of your shoulders.”

Steve just sighed, running a hand back through his hair and making that well-groomed mop flop forwards. Even depressed he still managed to take care of himself.

“I just wish I did more. Maybe-”

“Maybe what? Huh? You weren’t the only one a part of that rodeo. Why are you actin’ like everything fell on you?” It stung because he was right. He just refused to believe it. Everything had happened so fast, over the course of a few days, and by the time the Mindflayer lay dead and Starcourt stood in flames they were all left shell shocked. It was taking a lot more time to actually process it all. To come to terms with everything they lost.

“If I hadn’t let myself get mixed up with that Russian bullshit, I-”

“Fuck sake, Harrington!” Billy pushed himself to his feet and came around to stand in front of Steve, forcing the other to look his way. He couldn’t look more like a Cali kid even if he tried. The swim trunks, the flip flops, the sunglasses perched on his head, the loose shirt with a measly two buttons done up at the bottom leaving Steve to wonder why even bother. “Enough with the pity party, yeah? Who the hell even invited me?”

“I did.” He turned away. He couldn’t even bear to look at him. He didn’t want someone trying to make him feel better, he just wanted to… wallow for awhile. “I’m sorry.”

Billy crossed his arms with a loud huff and the pair fell silent for a few moments, until it became too awkward and an uncomfortable grimace spread over Steve’s face.

“Alright! Alright! I get it!” He threw his arms up and then waved them dismissively towards Billy. “I’ll stop being so damn hard on myself. You happy now?” He still couldn’t look at him, but he didn’t have to to know that Billy wasn’t smiling any more. That that golden glow had faded and the man had been cast into shadow, just like the rest of the town.

“No. Not until you stop blaming yourself.” Billy took his seat next to Steve again, their knees knocking together. But Steve couldn’t feel it. “If it was anyone’s fault, it was mine--”

“No!” His face twisted into anger, his hands clenching into fists around his knees. “How the hell was any of that your fault?!”

“That’s what you think though. Right? The same part of you that blames yourself, even though it wasn’t, blames me, too. Blames… Hopper. Henderson. Wheeler. All of them. You’re just spinning a wheel and throwing the blame at whoever’s name it lands on to try and make yourself feel better because the real thing to blame is… gone. And you’re not even allowed to talk about it.”

Steve was grateful that the sky chose that moment to open up and shower them both in a light rain. The droplets leaving small dark patches in his denim would do wonders to hide the ones he was making himself.

This was too much. It was all too much. And he had no one to talk to about any of it. He felt guilty bringing it up around the kids, especially Max, he just wanted them to try and get back to normal as quickly as possible. To try and enjoy their summer and just be kids. Any attempt to talk about it with Robin left her looking confused and uncomfortable. This was all still so new to her, and she was still clearly grasping with the concept of the supernatural being real. He was supposed to be there for her, not the other way around. Nancy was… no. He couldn’t talk to Nancy. He had no one. No one but himself.

“So what if I want to blame myself a little? Maybe this is how I get better, huh?” His voice shook as he swallowed down a sob. “Maybe this is how I process shit?” Steve tilt his head back, eyes closed again, letting the rain bespeckle his face, his ears twitching at the sound of distant thunder. Maybe there was a storm coming after all.

“Maybe. I ain’t a psychologist. But if that’s true then maybe some part of you knows its wrong. Wants to challenge those thoughts. And that’s… that’s why I’m here, right?” The faint smell of nicotine sent a shiver down Steve’s spine, finally turning towards Billy and looking at him again. He wasn’t even smoking. “Steve. I know if you’d been a bit more aware what was goin’ on with me, despite all the shit we went through, you’d have tried everything to help me. You’d have been at Max’s side. Comin’ up with dumb plans to trap me. Try and get that thing outta me. I know.” He reiterates that with a firmness in his voice, grabbing Steve’s attention and giving him a stern look.

“I wish that was true.” Steve locks eyes with Billy, offers him a smile, and then shakes his head. “I saw the look on your face when you were staring up at that thing. You were so scared. You looked so… alone. I wish I knew for a fact that you knew that we’d have done anything to save you. If we just had more time. But that’s what really kills me, you know? That you might have died thinking that none of us cared. That no one cared.”

Steve tucked his arms around himself, tried to make himself small, pulled himself away from the figure next to him. Billy was dead. Billy was in the ground. This was just some figment of his own mind trying to make him feel better, just like he’d said.

‘Billy’ got back to his feet, the light of the sun illuminating his face again as he smiled. “You’re a good guy, Steve Harrington. And some part of you believes that. Or I wouldn’t be saying it, right? I’m just following your script after all.” The figment let out a loud bark of laughter, that faded into another, much closer, clap of thunder. Steve’s head jerked upwards, but by then he was already gone, leaving behind only the ghostly scent of cigarette smoke.

Some part of him had to believe that, huh? Yeah. He supposed he did. It was just going to take time to hear it in his own voice.

#Stranger Things #Ficlet #Steve Harrington #Billy Hargrove #Angst

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arnamantle · 11 months

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We’re back baybee

after a couple months of downtime, BURNAWAY is back online. Getting back into the process of writing about it has been daunting. We didn't make the previous campaign's funding goal, but for most of the team, that was our very first shot at something like this. We know now where we were off the mark, and how we're gonna make this time different.

Writing about game content feels weird. I think because, ideally, everything I write here or on arnamantle's other socials is all supposed to be Content™. Marketing. Sharable and algorithm-friendly. And I'm not even opposed to that, ostensibly. If you want people to play your game, if you want people to pay you for it, they gotta know it exists first. I think this feels weird not because I know its purpose as a marketing tool, but more due to how seamlessly good other designers and writers are at it. Some people just naturally love talking about their games, their progress in their creation. Some people love using social media to talk about it. So naturally, those voices float to the top of the dogpile, people take notice and follow, and that turns into a beneficial cycle that grows their audience. You could call that proclivity for talking about oneself and one's creations a talent, or a natural advantage; I don't think there's much difference at some point. I am very much not one of those people.

In these past couple months of reflection and ponderance on this project, I've managed to figure out something pretty essential to me; the games and content I'm making are less comparable to others than I was expecting, or fearing they would be. In a tightly knit field like indie ttrpgs, comparing your stuff to other peoples' is such a natural thing to do, you won't realize you're doing it at first. And you'll start seeing people who are doing the thing you want to do better than you're doing it, or doing the thing you thought only you had come up with. In the past 10-15 years there's been an explosion of ttrpg content, on a scale unlike anything before. It's daunting, even to someone who's been around awhile, like me. There's more attention on the space, higher production values, more money being thrown around. It's very easy to get intimidated. I certainly have been at times, seeing some people seemingly come from nowhere and establish incredible success within a couple years.

The obvious moral is, comparison bad, boo. But as any other owner of a human brain knows, it's not that simple. The thing that finally seems to be untangling that mental knot for me, as I mentioned earlier, is the realization that other people's games have less overlap with mine than I thought. It's just... harder to articulate the differences, because a lot of them are pretty deep below the aesthetic surface. They have to do with how people interact with the game system, and each other.

I want to make sure that the end result of BURNAWAY is something that holds true to my game design approach. It won't be perfect or even particularly pretty, but it will be a step forward. Anyway, I'll start being more specific about what that approach is in future posts. This is the big, long, "I'm back in action" post. Most other posts aren't gonna be anywhere near this long. But they will, with any possible luck and divine grace, be somewhat consistent.

Thanks to anyone who's supported BURNAWAY thus far, and welcome to anyone who's new.

#burnaway #ttrpg #indie ttrpg

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ryusukeswife · 2 years

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PAINT ME IN NEON GREEN

pairings. kiyoomi sakusa x artist!gn!reader.

summary . second year at itachiyama institute ; what started off as desk mates turned into project partners, project partners turned friends, you know how the rest of the story goes. he was your muse for everything you did. kiyoomi sakusa ; the masked number 10.

contents . readers gender is not mentioned / mild language / just two introverts in love, mostly.

authors note. this idea came to my head and i thought it was v’cute. reminder that my ask box is open!

Hiding your talents behind an internet persona was an simple thing to do. In todays day in age, everyone does it. It saved you the embarrassment of walking into a public space with your pieces on a frame as people stand there and gawk at it.

Drawing was your passion — you had been doing it for as long as you can remember. In kindergarten, your drawings were the talk of the classroom. Your classmates would peer over your shoulder to watch you scribbling away on a blank piece of paper. And then, much to your dismay, they would ask you to draw them something.

Where did all that popularity go? Plain and simple ; you moved. Second year into high school at Itachiyama Institute ; a private school that was known for its amazing sports players and outstanding academic success. Your first year at the school made you feel like your were a mouse in a trap, with every corner a dead end. Assignments would pile up, your sketch book was your safe haven.

The first day, you walked into English class to be met with a seating chart on the door. You skimmed over it to find your seat. ‘L/N Y/N : 1A’ ; very back of the classroom seated next to someone named ‘Sakusa Kiyoomi’.

You walked inside and glanced to the back of the classroom on the row to the left. There sat a tall boy with curly black hair and a mask covering his face. In your mind, he looked like a celebrity wearing a disguise out in public to hide his image. Not that he was handsome, but that’s it seemed. You took your seat next to him, he gave you a glance before looking away, as if to see who was sitting beside of him.

He didn’t look at you all through that class — instead, he was paying attention to the teacher ( as one does ). At times, you would turn your head to get a better look at him. Now seeing him up closer and from a different angle, you could make out the two moles on his forehead. Somehow, it was his most distinctive feature. You didn’t have time to look at him more, though. The class had dismissed and everyone scurried out. As you got up and walked out of the class, you saw a smaller brown haired boy accompanying the boy who sat beside you. “Kiyoomi…” you murmured to yourself.

His name had a certain smoothness to it ; especially now that you were saying it out loud.

You sat beside him every single day after that. You two would be paired up for group activities. You never actually worked together. It was more like a unspoken agreement that you two would split the work and turn it in.

Later on into the year ; practically towards the end … you heard some news. You walked out of the classroom right beside Kiyoomi — Komori already waiting for his cousin to be dismissed. “My mom wants to take you out for your birthday,” he said, patting Kiyoomi’s back, “you don’t want to break your aunties heart, do you, Kiyo? It’s your favorite place, come on!”

“We have practice on that day,” Kiyoomi sighed, “I’m not going without showering first. If I don’t, I’ll feel absolutely disgusting. And if the ‘place’ you’re referring to is Morioka’s, I’m not going back to that place. It had a roach infestation awhile ago.”

Their words became murmurs as they walked down the hall into the distance, but that was more than you needed to start pondering what you could do. It was a hard decision, but you whipped out your sketchbook to draw every single thing you remembered about Kiyoomi by memory. The next couple of days, you would stare at him more than you did on the first day, trying to see if he had any other features that you could add. He was like a portrait you were painting, and with every glance, you would learn something new about his face.

The day came around. You arrived to class a bit earlier than expected. The teacher gave you a look of concern, but that did not matter. You sat at your desk, your eyes laser focused on the rolled up sheet of paper in your lap.

As students started to pour in, you hastily slipped it onto Kiyoomi’s desk, awaiting on him to show up before the bell rang. He walked in the classroom and set his things down, his gaze landing on the sheet of paper on his desk. He grabbed it and unfolded it, staring at the contents.

You gave him a side glance, and that’s when you saw it — his eyes wrinkled. Was he smiling? It was hard to tell through his mask.

The end of class came. You excused yourself from your desk to go to the restroom, but came back to something rather unexpected. A sheet of paper on your desk.

You unfolded it carefully, reading over the words :

“Thanks.”

— Sakusa.

#fanfic #imagines #writers on tumblr #sakusa kiyoomi #kiyoomi x you #kiyoomi fluff #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu anime #anime writing blog

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blackinnonism · 1 year

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can u write a blackinnon fanfic where she and sirius are matchmaking jily but realise their feelings towards each other x

Look, i know this took me awhile, but i'm back on the marauders era trend and I will be here to stay for awhile! Send me prompts or send me whatever you want and please let's keep this ship sailing<3

i'm not sure how much i like this one but I hope you do like it as much as i did writing it. I might need to practice more but here it is, my fic after awhile.

He was rolling his eyes as Marlene went over the top once again convincing Lily about James’ qualities as they sat at the Gryffindor table for dinner. Sirius swears the blonde doesn’t know this thing called subtlety, the red-haired girl looks at her bestfriend amusedly though. “How much did Potter even pay you to say all of these, Marls?” The head girl chuckled with a shake of her head. Marlene pouted. “What? I just think it will be nice for you to actually give James a chance, it has been seven years after all, Lils!” The other beater of the Gryffindor team argued. “McKinnon, honestly, I think Evans could have said yes all those years ago, quit it.” Both the witches looked at the raven-haired wizard with a look of surprise, even Remus and Peter whipped their heads at Sirius.

The blonde’s expression changed from surprised to annoyance. “Aren’t you supposed to back up your best mate on this?” She challenged but all Sirius did was shrug. “They’re both old enough to make decisions for themselves.” Soon, James Potter himself took a seat next to Sirius, fresh from shower. The Gryffindor Quidditch captain always takes his time during days that they have practice and comes in late. “What are we talking about?” The headboy asked. “Nothing…” Lily answered off handedly and focused on her plate, avoiding James’ eyes. Sirius immediately changed the subject to other things and the evening went on as usual. The rest of the students all filed out the Great Hall going in different directions as the dinner comes to a close. “Are you coming?” Lily asked Marlene as Mary and Dorcas were already standing up. The blonde remained seated as if taking her sweet time finishing her treacle tart. “Nah, I’ll see you all up in the tower.” The redhead looked at the blonde with suspicion but didn’t say anything else. “Okay…See you later then.”

The marauders are usually the last ones to leave the Gryffindor table as well and Marlene has been giving Sirius dirty looks the whole evening. “Stop glaring at me.” The animagus told her as he finally took a seat next to her, now that her friends are no longer around, his back leaning back on the table. “I think it’s time for us to be going too…” Remus said standing up and looking around the almost empty Great Hall. “You guys go on ahead. Blondie here needs some one on one.” Sirius said with a mischievous grin which earned him another glare from the lioness. “You two had been spending way too much time together lately.” James mused but stood up as well ready to go with Remus and Peter. “Catch you later, Pads.” Sirius just nodded at his friends and focused his attention on Marlene again.

“What the fuck was that, Black?” the witch snarled as soon as their friends are all gone. “What?” he asked innocently. “We agreed we will speed things up for those two already.” She huffed. “Your tactic is clearly not working, I suggest we do the opposite and let Lily realize what she has been missing by acting nonchalant about it.” Sirius stated. The suggestion made sense but Marlene had doubts about it, afterall, she was very much into this little project they started a few weeks ago. Sure, it started with just some drunken conversation about how better it will be if James and Lily will just get on with it and snog already, that way they won’t have to watch them throwing each other those looks of longing. They also agreed that if the two actually started dating maybe it will help James relax on the pitch too which will be beneficial for both of them. Being both beaters of the team, they’re the most extensively worked during practice.

However, during those weeks that they have conspired to bring the two closer, Marlene had sensed something changing in her too. Sirius Black had always been gorgeous, everyone with two working eyes can see that but she never really paid that much attention, he was afterall never settled down and flirts as much as he can especially if it works on his favor. He was just a friend, a housemate, and her partner at the pitch. But the more she looks at his stormy eyes and the way he leans in to whisper another sneaky plan to get their bestfriends together, Marlene finds herself having butterflies fluttering in the pit of her stomach. She didn’t even want to acknowledge it. He is Sirius bloody Black for merlin’s sake. But then, no one has control on how they’d feel right? “So, are you saying we should stop then with this?” Marlene asked.

“That’s not what I said, what i said is we should change our plan of attack.” Sirius said with mirth in those grey orbs as he meet her blue ones. As much as she hated to admit it, there was relief she felt deep inside. This means she still has an excuse to spend time with him and that alone made her smile. “Okay, fine…let’s do it your way, but if this fails, we’ll do it my way again, yeah?” She told him, her usual bossy tone apparent. Sirius chuckled and nodded. “Yeah, yeah, whatever, McKinnon. We already know your plans don’t work.” He teased and she hit his arm playfully which made the wizard laugh. What she didn’t know was Sirius had already let go of this notion that they can even get those two together. Lily can be very stubborn even though everyone can already see her softening up to James. The once Black heir was just continuing the pretense so that he can actually spend more time with Marlene. The girl never gave him the time of the day in the past. Always treating him as just another bloke she conversed with, to say that she had friendzoned him was an understatement and he had been wondering for years why. When they came up with this plan, Sirius saw the chance to actually get close and somehow learn why she never seem to even look at him with interest. Not that it’s the only reason why she caught his eye too. Marlene has always been a looker, but she also has the wit and that athleticism that she puts to good use in quidditch that just renders anyone spellbound including him.

“Ready to go up?” He asked, looking at her plate with food she probably won’t be eating anymore. “Yeah…” She nodded with a smile. “Alright.” Sirius got up, offering his hand to help her to her feet. It was not something he usually does and Marlene also looked at the hand that was offered with a pleasant surprise on her face. “Developing manners, Black?” The blonde teased with a quirk of her brow but took his hand nevertheless. “Don’t get used to it.” He bantered back, liking how her hands felt soft on his. Now on her feet, she expected for him to let her hand go but he didn’t. Instead, he continued holding her hand, gently intertwining their fingers together and Marlene’s ears felt hot as she felt herself blush. It’s really happening, Sirius Black was holding her hand. “You mind?” He asked, looking at her with an expression that was so foreign on his face. She had never seen him like this, almost unsure and afraid she will say that she does mind. “No…it’s fine.” She assured him, giving his hand a soft squeeze. They exchanged shy smiles, which both are never known for and headed for the door. Maybe this could be the start of something new for the two lions.

#sirius x marlene #sirius black x marlene mckinnon #blackinnon #marlius #sirlene #mcblack #marlenexirius #siriusxmarlene #prompt #mine

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aricazorel · 1 year

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From my Mass Effect project featuring Kaidan Alenko and Kori Reese (my OC). I intend to write about their relationship all the way through the trilogy but this takes place during ME1 before the Noveria mission.

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It made no sense. She was impulsive. She was a smart ass. She bypassed the chain of command when she thought she was right. Which was quite often on both counts. She’d rather work alone than with a team. She was unapologetic about being forceful with her opinion. Everything that would normally drive him crazy. Everything that he would avoid.

But with her, he didn’t. Instead Kaidan Alenko was drawn to it, to her.

Lt. Kora Reese was a chaotic ball of energy that he didn’t necessarily want to tame so much as understand. Why did she insist on pushing most people away and doing things her way? Why did she not fear the consequences of her actions? Why had he been the one to get through the initial barriers she’d set up? Why had he tried?

Kaidan shook his head. Trying to figure out anything associated with Reese often resulted in a headache. He had enough of those with his implant. He didn’t need anymore because of a woman. But not just any woman. Reese was special and had been for quite awhile. He had only recently admitted that to himself after he began coaching her with her biotics. A working relationship had turned to friendship which had turned to flirting and possibly to something else. What that was he wasn’t quite sure but he knew he didn’t want it to stop.

“Are you okay there, Alenko?” The object of his thoughts called.

He glanced over at the panel that they had taken apart in one of the maintenance service crawled ways. Reese was laying on her back staring at him from where she had shimmied her way out. Her grey eyes looked at him with a cross between concern and amusement. Apparently she had said something to him and he’d missed it.

“Ah, yeah, Reese. Just thinking,” he admitted slowly. “What did you need?”

“I wanted your opinion on rerouting this. I know Shepard doesn’t like me changing things without approval,” she replied.

“What is it?”

“Just the air recycling system. It would make it more efficient,” she explained. “We ran simulations during development that suggested this configuration would work better but time didn’t allow for any tests. But the stress the Normandy has endured so far indicates it will work.”

“You’ve run sims?”

“Well, yeah. Tali helped too and seems to think it will work,” Reese noted with a little bit of trepidation.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“You don’t get nervous around me for nothing, Reese. So what is it?”

“I just really want your opinion that’s all.”

Kaidan knew he was looking at her like she had grown a second head. He couldn’t help it. She was asking for his unsolicited opinion on a project she clearly had done her homework on. She’d even gotten a second opinion already from their resident quatrain. Why did she need his? Maybe she didn’t. She’d said want not need.

She watched as she began to retreat back into the paneling, mumbling as she went, “Never mind. I’ll ask Shepard if it’s okay in the morning. It’s getting late—“

Before she could disappear fully he gently laid a hand on her knee. “Hey! Where are you going?”

“To put this panel back together,” she stated as if it were obvious, avoiding the disappointment he knew she was feeling.

“Why don’t you scoot over instead?” He replied squeezing her knee lightly. “I can’t help make the switch if you are sprawled out across the whole thing, now can I?”

She peered out at him from the tunnel as he leaned forward to her level, almost hovering over her. “You want to do this?”

“You know the ship. You helped design it. You’ve done you’re due diligence. I don’t have a reason not to trust that do I?”

“I—I don’t think so… But Shepard—“

“Will be told about it during the morning briefing,” Kaidan finished for her as he worked his way into the tunnel beside her.

She nodded as they began working. Laying on their backs working on the over head wiring and circuitry, they worked in tandem. It had become second nature for Kaidan to work alongside Reese. It had also become a favorite part of his duties when they allowed him to work with her. Especially one on one as they did now. No one to interrupt them, just the work and them.

“What were you thinking about earlier?” Reese asked not taking her eyes off her task. She often talked to him about random things as they worked; it was how they had gotten to know each other so well initially. Apparently because he actually listened and while having opinions of his own, he was never pushy about it.

He grinned. Would she punch him for his answer? He’d take the chance. “You.”

“Me?”

“Yeah, just trying to figure out all the chaotic energy you have sometimes and why you put up with me,” he clarified as he reached for a tool.

His gaze caught hers as he noticed the slightest tinge of pink to her cheeks. “You don’t know?”

Her voice was just above a whisper. Know what? Had he missed something? Of course he had missed something, he thought in frustration. “Know what, Reese? What did I miss?”

She lowered her grey eyes. “Never mind.”

He sat down his tool and reached over to her, lifting her chin up with a hooked finger. “Don’t do that. Don’t hide what you want me to know.”

She took a breath. “I trust you and I haven’t trusted anyone in a long time.”

It was Kaidan’s turn to blush. All their conversations weren’t meaningless. He was happy. Happier than he’d been in a long time at hearing her words. With a dopey grin he replied in a hushed voice, “I trust you too.”

She smiled broadly at him for a moment and then punched him playfully in the shoulder. “Can we get back to work now?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Alenko replied, both of them still wearing their dopey grins. Happiness came in all sorts of ways to a person. To him right now it was knowing that the woman next to him cursing at a circuit board trusted him. For now that was enough.

#wip whenever #mass effect #Kaidan Alenko #Kori Reese #my writing

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chris-grimaldi · 2 years

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Final Confessional

Mentions: Juni, Luna, Cisco, Riley, Xavier, and the baby

“Chris, it’s so good to get you in here. It’s been so long that we had started wondering if you forgot the way here,” the producer said as Chris sat down.

“I didn’t,” Chris deadpanned, giving them a hard look in return, “but considering that you didn’t let me have access to a working phone so I could contact my lawyer about the food situation here, I figured that protesting sitting for these was a good way to get my point across.”

“You do realize that we were rolling right?” the producer asked, motioning at the camera.

“You do realize, I know what a rolling camera looks like better than anyone else here, right?” Chris deadpanned back, “But please go ahead and release the footage. I’m sure that people would love to know that you didn’t let a pregnant person have the food that they needed for weeks into their pregnancy. Plus don’t think that I didn’t notice that Luna had her health emergency too before you actually provided us food. So go ahead and show what I just said. I dare you. Because don’t think for a second that I won’t use all of my connections to make sure that this place gets shut down for unsafe working conditions if you do.”

“You know what, point taken, let’s change the subject,” the producer said, looking down at their clipboard. And in a moment, Chris had channeled the movie star persona that people were used to. The flashy smile, the laid back demeanor, he was interview ready, which was a switch that flipped so quickly that to anyone not used to it, they probably would have been thrown for a loop. “So you were one of the last people to come onto the island, and yet you still managed to find love rather quickly, describe how that process was for you.”

“Well, I mean, have you met Juni? It’s impossible not to love them,” Chris chuckled, “But there always was something more to it. From the moment that I met them, it was like the heavens opened and announced that this was who I have been looking for all my life. And I know that sounds incredibly cliché, especially with my incredibly public relationship history, but Juni just feels like she truly is my soulmate.”

“Speaking of your relationship history, you did seem to get a few public posts that seemed to doubt your intentions here. Do you...” the producer started.

“Those were from my ex-wife, next question,” Chris matter-of-factly interrupted. He didn’t need to explain how he knew that they were from Lucy, even if people didn’t understand how he knew.

“Alright....so why don’t you talk about some of the other connections that you made on the island.”

“Well, while it wasn’t a new connection, it was great getting to hang out with Cisco. He’s been my brother for forever, so any time that we actually get to hang out is one that I’ll take,” Chris smiled, “But I loved getting to know Luna. I’ve heard so many great things about her from my team with going to SDCC so often that I’ve actually wanted to meet her for awhile. But obviously con weekend is so insanely busy that I’m sure that every time that I was free she was busy, or vice versa. And then I loved getting to know Riley. The video game industry is such a vital part of modern day entertainment that I don’t really think a lot of people realize the extent that it is so getting to hear his point of view was pretty fascinating. Plus I really look forward to doing a project with him. And then Xavier, I had actually worked with before, but hadn’t really gotten the chance to get to know him. And now that I have, well not only do I look forward to working with him again in the future, but I’m glad to have him as a friend.”

“You know, it sounds like a lot of your connections have to do with work,” the producer pointed out.

“And you’re not wrong, I haven’t worked since my accident. And while I am not willing to really go on the record about that yet, it doesn’t stop the fact that I miss my job. And being an actor, despite how much I am protective of my personal life, there is still a strange junction where my personal life and my work life have to intersect in a way that most people don’t understand. And to be honest, I think a lot of the Ship-Mates are going to experience this when they get back and not truly understand why. From what I can tell the show was incredibly popular.”

“You’re not wrong, we’ve been dominating in the ratings,” the producer confirmed.

“Exactly, so the fact that I was able to make industry connections that I didn’t have before, yes it’ll help me with getting work because the entertainment industry is so interpersonal and who knows who,” Chris stated, “But at the same time, you legitimately want to be friends with all of these creative and talented people and so there’s a lot of overlap.”

“I guess that makes a lot of sense,” the producer nodded. “Now, before I let you go, I do need to mention what everyone’s excited about, the baby. What are you most looking forward to about them?”

“I know that in a way it’s a cop-out answer, but really the answer is everything,” Chris admitted, “I’ve wanted to be a Dad for such a long time, and so I just am looking forward to holding them, singing to them, even changing diapers,” he chuckled, “But also watching them grow up. See how they take after both me and Juni, and seeing how our family grows because of them. It’s going to be an amazing change in my life, and it’s one that I truly look forward to.”

“Well thank you for coming in, and thank you for being on the show,” the producer said, as Chris took of his mic.

“Yeah, no problem,” Chris dryly said, “just glad to have this all done.”

#swconfess #swtask

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