#SORRY THIS GOT LONG LMAO it's just stream of consciousness thoughts

[autopotion]

Ppl always talk about how Penelo, Vaan, and Fran get very little content compared to the other three, but tbh Basch hasn't had anything to do for like. Hours. I think he had a couple lines in Jahara and that was it (I'm at the Stilshrine of Miriam).

Fran's content is slight but like, I think it actually has a leg up on the others for being complete; the Eruyt arc is short, but it is an entire arc, with interesting supporting characters, key character moments, and ties to the overarching plot that don't get in the way of the arc (the nethicite, the brief appearance of Venat). Balthier got stuff that didn't get in the way of Fran's stuff, and was the perfect supporting character for her. Vaan even had some good moments where he feels like the guy he was in the first five hours again. Like it's actually extremely solid as far as the story arcs in this game go, and a rare moment where I felt like every writer was on the same page, in this case about what kind of character Fran is.

I don't feel that way about the rest of the cast (barring Balthier who is so obviously the team favorite). Vaan is WILDLY inconsistent as a protagonist; he got over his hatred of Basch like an hour after he met the guy, and it's clear the dev team had conflicting ideas about what to do with him after that, so he slingshots between "hothead kid who is earnest but impulsive" and "the wise commoner kid who reflects sagely on his own shortcomings in earshot of the impulsive vengeance-questing princess so she can one day learn those lessons too." Like I'm not saying he can't be both--ideally he should be both!--but the writing absolutely does not straddle that line at all, but faceplants in one direction depending on what they want from the scene. It's such a shame because I actually really like Vaan and think there are a number of interesting ideas in his concept, but I don't think those ideas stick the landing. The most damning thing about him is he doesn't feel like the protagonist of the game. He doesn't even feel like a deuteragonist in an ensemble cast, he feels like the kid sidekick (like Laphicet). I just don't think that's any way to treat your leading man, and it leads to a lot of writing confusion, and fan confusion, about what the character arcs even are.

And I also don't feel like Ashe herself escaped the inconsistent writing! I think in some ways her plot is very clear, but in most of the scenes she's in, she's hardly interfacing with the party like... at all. I hate to say it, but she often has more dynamic relationships with the guests, most strikingly Vossler and Larsa, than she does with party members who aren't Basch (and later Balthier). She does talk to Vaan, like they're clearly trying to do the "commoner foil to the princess" thing with them, but... again, I feel like those Vaan scenes are written inconsistently, so it just kinda comes off as Vaan spouting off unearned platitudes while Ashe is like "oh I see! [continues to pursue vengeance for the next fifty hours until the last Vaan Speech finally sticks]"

Idk. I feel like a much more interesting arc for Vaan & Ashe is like... okay, so Ashe is the Occuria's candidate, right? But it's implied they're also grooming Vaan as an alternate if Ashe doesn't work out. While Ashe sees Rasler, Vaan sees Reks. But while Ashe still feels so much fury about Rasler, Vaan stops expressing anger about Reks after he's resolved his shit with Basch in the first five hours of the game... so he seems like a pretty weak candidate for the Occuria to pin their hopes on. I feel like an interesting pitch would be for Vaan and Ashe to actually be in lockstep for like, most of the game (which is what the Occuria's illusions seem to suggest anyway). Vaan learns Basch didn't kill his brother. Cool. Someone still did though, which means someone's still to blame, which means he can't let go of his anger yet. Easy enough to make Gabranth his new target. And then, in the later hours of the game, after their big adventure, Vaan is waffling more, thinking about what Ashe's vengeance would mean for his home, and the other common people of Dalmasca, and firmly plants his feet on the side of No Vengeance, Not Like This, just in time for the climax at the Pharos. In many ways I feel like the pieces of that plot are already there, and may or may not be what the dev team thought they were writing! But, as it is, it just kinda falls flat. Tbh I think that's because the writers had inconsistent visions about what Vaan's internal world is like.

As for the others... I mean, Penelo got all her shit cut, which is beyond sad. But Basch also gets his rough edges smoothed out after Vaan stops hating him--I mean, I think he gets some good stuff with Vossler and his own brother, but he's curiously absent from a lot of Ashe's conversations about power-seeking, mostly just kinda watching her from afar with either stone-faced concern or a bland smile. Though many fans point to Basch's existence as like "see! this one's not like the other Final Fantasies, it's got this grizzled old guy in it who's closer to the main plot of the game than the protagonist is!" (and also bcuz they're still on that Basch Was Always Supposed To Be The Protagonist theory that got debunked), Basch doesn't actually get all that much content, let alone enough to carry him as the protag.

Idk. This is the same criticism of FFXII that people have made many, many times, but it really is just a wildly inconsistently written game. The first several hours are extremely strong, and then not only is the story doled out in increasingly smaller portions with less frequency, but the writing loses track of what most of the characters actually want. No wonder fans attach themselves to Balthier, he's easily the most consistently written character in the game. Every other character either suffers from inconsistencies (Vaan, Ashe), or is consistent, but runs out of material (Fran, Basch), or has basically been written out of the story (Penelo).

DGMW I still love FFXII though. Definitely a GOAT for me. It just clearly and obviously suffered from the abrupt change in the development team and Matsuno's fraught departure.

#SORRY THIS GOT LONG LMAO it's just stream of consciousness thoughts #ffxii blogging

[mapletine]

silly celeb au concept sketches (wing photocard next week <3)

+ i have so many thoughts abt this au guys i need to be sedated (don’t open the cut unless u rly want more info bc. there's. A LOT. it will be a wall of incoherent rambling text im sorry)

ok first disclaimers: i know very little abt idols and even less abt modeling so!! if anything is horrifically inaccurate forgive me im stupid!! and also this will literally be stream of consciousness unedited so if it makes zero sense im very sorry

now we begin the madness

some background info: kite was scouted off the street (as he was walking off from pickpocketing someone LMAO) for his height and build, currently very sought after to model for many brands because he’s literally the same as the sketch models on paper so the designers don’t have to compromise on their clothing designs to fit the model, bc he just. looks exactly like the paper sketch. also the white hair is very distinctive!! and his prep/management team is his research team <3 he’s currently the face of several brands, including the zoldyck brand (i see the zoldycks as a very influential family in the fashion/modeling industry, kikyo was a former model until an accident, now she’s focusing on designing, all the kids are involved in the industry somehow, illumi is within the same agency (?is that how modeling works) as kite). he’s in his mid-twenties ish and hes 6'3" - 6'4" (190 - 193 cm)

wing and his idol group debuted a couple years ago (haven’t thought too much about the members, but im thinkin feitan maybe? kurapika?? shalnark?? idk guys maybe he’s a solo act) and they’ve skyrocketed to fame. uhh in terms of content they produce, thinkin something similar to wayv/bts type music (stuff that crowds just eat up LOL like love talk by wayv, luna by oneus that kind of music) and im thinking that wing’s debut look was REALLY BAD (they made the poor man blond) but when they put him back to his normal hair color he got rly popular. he’s had some bad eras where the stylists made him look a little goofy but… he’s good now (his best era was the mullet era). also he was trained by bisky who was a former idol who has retired and she's a legend in the industry… and wing is currently guiding an idol trainee (zushi lol). wing’s in his early-mid-twenties i think and he's 5'9" - 5'10" (175 - 178 cm)

ok and the main 4 fit into this uhh... i think gon is also an idol trainee along w zushi. and killua is currently modeling for a popular teen's clothing brand. i think i mentioned kurapika as being a part of wing's idol group but lowk i think maybe he's an actor instead. leorio is also. an actor. yeah ok there we go

uhhhh ok general thoughts:

i see them meeting at like.. the met gala or its equivalent and they meet when wing trips over kite’s clothes (he’s wearing something with a ridiculously long train and wing isn’t looking where he’s going), and at first wing thinks kite is super standoffish/rude bc he doesn’t apologize or offer a hand when wing trips… he just.. sorta stares at him on the floor for a second then clacks off in his very pointy shoes (he was flustered abt the very pretty stranger who just fell for over him. also he was STRESSED asf) (also the perspective that wing had probably didn't help bc bro was on the floor and kite was staring down at him from a height of like 6'9 with the heels)

afterwards there’s a bunch of pictures and edits of wing falling over all over the internet bc it was kind of funny… and ppl are telling him like “oh my god you tripped over yorknew’s top model the LITERAL FACE of fashion right now” and wing is like “damn i didn’t know also he’s a jerk”… and to kite ppl r telling him “oh my god the country’s MOST POPULAR IDOL tripped on you” and kite’s like “uhhh.. who?” (he doesn’t keep up with the entertainment industry despite being a part of it) and they both search each other up and they both have a moment like “oh my god i fucked up (also he's really hot)”

anyways they continue randomly (not at all random very much orchestrated by the people around them) meeting at things,,, there’s a very awkward apology from kite where he explains (sortof) why he didn’t help wing up… uhh stuff happens they fall in love and start dating LOL (i didnt think abt this part that hard) and for a hot minute there r paparazzi photos circulating of them together and the media is losing their collective shit

fast forward a little bit and they r like “yea we r together LOL” and then u start seeing kite at wing’s concerts in a spectator box staring very lovingly at wing on the stage and wing (and sometimes his whole idol group) starts showing up to fashion shows and wing looks like shellshocked every time kite steps onto the catwalk hes got kind of an awed stare on his face

ok future thoughts:

after abt two? ish years dating (engaged for 6 months out of those 2 yrs) they have an extremely private wedding with only close friends invited, and when ppl start noticing theyre wearing wedding bands (takes a while bc wing usually wears a lot of rings anyways, and kite wears his on a necklace and not on his hand) the media has a collective meltdown. again. (i am the media in this i think. i have meltdowns bc of them.)

um and eventually (around when him and kite get married) wing's idol group splits apart as they all go to pursue individual passions/careers, so now he's workin on his own music/vision. i think his personal music is much more peaceful and vibey than what his old group produced, more gentle love songs and poetic music and whatnot.

and kite steps out of the spotlight and is focusing on nature conservation philanthropy type stuff,, so he'll still step out and model for charity/fundraiser type stuff and he's the face of a large conservation foundation. (also bc sometimes he'll join like.. ocean cleanup initiatives or similar things and like. imagine ur volunteering to pick up garbage on the beach and u literally see like. anya taylor joy and her husband also out there picking up garbage or smthn. that's how the other ppl feel.) hes also a big advocate for no kill shelters and donates a shitload to them i like to think.

so yeah ok if u made it this far bless u!!! i dont really have any coherent storyline thoughts just this aggregation of random world building thoughts ok bye (btw if u have thoughts on this feel free to dm me abt them or tell me what u think in the replies or tags im brain rotting abt this stupid au so hard rn)

anyways im no writer (if u couldnt alr tell from this word vomit) so no fic but i may continue churning out thought fragments like this

#kitewing #silly celeb au

[the-r0adh0use]

No art today, but I've really been thinking about the rkn's characterization as of late.

They're honestly the antithesis of each other; their character traits clash and clash hard but I feel like that makes for a very nice sibling dynamic they have with each other. I also like to hc that their differing personalities was an intentional design choice by Wily.

I'll explain what I mean, just know that I'm not great at articulating my thoughts and this is more of a stream of consciousness than anything else. So! With that in mind:

Enker--Based on his CD data, we know that he's very dedicated to destroying Mega Man, and takes it very seriously; he's a hard-ass with a gloomy personality. Hell, if you know anything about Enka music in general you'd know he's pretty much a physical representation of the music's soulful but sad melodies.

He is so dedicated to his programming that he would rather put himself in harm's way (i.e. sustaining damage to use the Barrier Spear) if that meant he could destroy Mega Man. He is an agent of order dedicated solely to completing his tasks.

So, when said agent of order failed at his one and only task, it makes sense for Wily to overcorrect. Why not design a robot to be the complete opposite of Enker?

That's when Punk was created.

Punk--He's loud. He's brash. He's hates PTAs and the government. Ya gotta love him.

Anyways, he couldn't be farther removed from Enker. While Enker is stated not to stand out, Punk loves showing out, represented by his love of accessories. While Enker would prefer to uphold the status quo, Punk wants to shake it up and have fun doing it.

His personality is heavily based on his namesake, Punk music, which has its roots in anti-facism and rebellion against "the man." It fucking rocks. This is heavily contrasted by the melancholic, "refined," Enka music. Y'see where I'm getting at?

I find it interesting that Punk's entire existence is a paradox considering I'd imagine he has disdain for any kind of authority, Wily included, but must follow Wily's orders anyways. But that's a text post for another day.

Back to the main point, even his fighting style is contrasted by Enker's. Enker's has a level of elegance to it, while Punk just throws his entire body at you. However, this doesn't mean Punk is reckless. In fact, this attack is pretty safe considering he can't be damaged while in his ball form. This is contrasted by Enker's extremely unsafe, even reckless, method of attack, that requires him to sustain damage.

But even Punk, the agent of chaos, wasn't enough to stop Mega Man.

You probably noticed that I haven't touched on Ballade yet. And that's because he doesn't really have any contrasting traits compared to his brothers. Wily must've realized he swung too far in both directions with Enker and Punk, so he made Ballade as a nice middle ground between the two.

Ballade--doesn't really stand for much except fighting. He wants to fight a strong opponent, and views himself as the "strongest" robot, and because of this he can come across as single minded. He feels too standard, too plain.

But his complexities are revealed once he is beaten and realizes what he is fighting for is wrong. He respects Mega Man's power, something that neither Enker nor Punk did.

Maybe the reason why he was able to break Wily's programming was because he didn't stand for much, able to break his base instincts because of his "weak will."

Or maybe because his will was so strong was the reason he broke his programming. Was he, perhaps, tired of fighting for Wily, and saw self-destruction as the only way out? I haven't decided myself.

Whatever the case, in his dying moments he was able to stand for something: ending up on the right side of history by helping Mega Man.

So sorry if this was a rambling, confused read! I've got that RKN autism, lmao. Btw, I really wanted to dissect Quint some too since I consider him their adopted brother, but it was getting way too long. A text post for another time! :)

#rkn #mkn #megaman #rockman #enker #punk #ballade #dr wily #world 5 #text post #mega man #text

[aesteasis]

do you have any brazilian literature recommendations :))?

ooohohoho yes i do, im glad you asked >:)) grab some snackies and a water bottle, this is gonna be a long post.

most of what i've read from brazilian literature are classics and like books that are at least decades old lol (uni life go brr), so my recommendations will probably rotate around that. so lets go!

first of all, of course, i recommend Dom Casmurro by Machado de Assis (black author btw!), it wouldnt be a br lit rec if i didnt mention this one at some point. this is like the ultimate classic i'd say, but im not recommending just for that. i REALLY enjoy unreliable narrators and this book is all about it. its a novel about a guy who marries his childhood love, but suspects she's cheating on him, but yk, he's a white man from the 19th century, he thinks he's always right and is privileged af and it shows in the way he tells his story, so his opinions arent that trustworthy. and the author knew very much what he was doing, and he did it on purpose.

still about Machado, i must mention his short stories. i really really enjoy grotesque and gothic literature (think the vibes of poe, lovecraft, gogol, dostoevsky, etc) and Machado nails at it. he's also translated poe's works to portuguese back in the day, so we know for certain there's some influences in there. well, i recommend Machado in genereal, my guy really knew how to criticize society with some great witty and sarcastic comments if you know where to look.

if you want more grotesque but is tired of reading stuff written by men, i recommend Julia Lopes de Almeida (who isnt as known as she should be, she was done dirty and purposefully neglected by ABL - brazilian literary non-profit society) and Lygia Fagundes Telles. both of them have some reeeal creepy stories, just the way i like it.

now, if you're into authors who dissect the human mind and master the stream of consciousness and love to relate to the thoughts of the characters of your books, i highly recommend Clarice Linspector. no one does it like her, my girl knows how to transform thoughts into a narrative and its insane, her books are really endearing to read imo.

but if you want something that will thresh the brazilian society (or well, any third world country's society i'd say) and expose every flaw about the system, racism, misogyny, colonialism and class conflict, i recommend specifically the books Vidas Secas, by Graciliano Ramos (idk if theres a translation, but the title says Dry Lives), The Slum, by Aluísio Azevedo, and The Devil to Pay in the Backlands, by Guimarães Rosa (this one is sooo hard to read in portuguese bc it uses a lot of regionalisms from a region im not from, so hard that i actually got a copy in english to read for my finals lmao. but worry not, the english translation is much easier to understand. it also has some queer themes, both gender and sexuality wise, and its a literal masterpiece).

for poetry, i highly recommend Augusto dos Anjos, a personal favourite. im not that into poetry, but Carlos Drummond de Andrade and Cecilia Meireles are very good too.

there's so much more i could recommend, but these are the ones that come to my mind rn. idk if thats what you were thinking about, and sorry i coulnt bring anything contemporary, if thats more your vibes, but i really recommend all of these, for anyone, they're really enriching to read.

#lua answers #brazilian literature

[flfverse]

I love reading your worldbuilding posts! It’s so fun to have that extra context for the story. Your recent post about sub-circling got me thinking about the issues trans-oriented subs might run into trying to join something that is designated Strictly For Subs in such a deeply-rooted biological and cultural way. I guess I wanted to poke you for your thoughts on like, HOW ingrained in biology and instincts that kind of thing is, bc I think it’d be kinda fun to examine the particular nuances of that kind of inter- and intrapersonal conflict 🤔 It also got me wondering if there would be any anti-trans orientation movements who see that as like a predatory endangerment to sub spaces? I guess I’m just recreating terfs tho lmao. Er sorry if that’s too heavy or invasive of a topic? You can feel free not to answer that one 😵‍💫

Also not related, but it was such a treat seeing Aizawa in your recent chapter and I love how you write him! I was curious if you were ever thinking about writing an erasermic fic in this verse, since their relationship is so unique for your au! 💓

ahhhh thank you!! i usually dislike worldbuilding bc it feels so overwhelming, but i’m having fun with it here so far

i….actually had not thought about trans rights vs the sub-circle tho, THAT’S a thought. i will say chapter 8 of Free Falling will have a little bit about sub circles in it, and i did include a line where someone asks twice (trans switch, bio dom in this au) if he’s going to stay. twice declines, but the offer is there. HOWEVER, that is the league and not society at large, so in a less trans-accepting space it would probably be different.

i haven’t written about it directly (and probably won’t, tbh? at least, i have no plans to rn, never say never), but i DO imagine there are both run of the mill transphobes and a terf-adjacent group in this ‘verse. hm. like actual terfs they’d probably be very “submissive rights” but be so transphobic that it loops back around to oppression.

i’ve done a fair amount of waffling on how biologically ingrained stuff is, because on the one hand it’s fun if the answer is “very,” but on the other hand, i’m trans and i’m wary of bioessentialism.

so my current stance is that it’s not as biologically ingrained as subspace/domspace itself, but it’s still important for things like social development. think of it as a kid growing up isolated from their peer group for whatever reason. they’re probably going to have trouble connecting with people their own age, they might pick up some strange habits, they’ll likely have gaps in their knowledge like not knowing pop culture. but overall (assuming nothing else bad happened), they’ll be okay, physically and mentally. not to trivialize that experience as i’m sure it’s very difficult, but there’s nothing life-threatening about it. and like i mentioned, a sub circle takes some level of intention; it’s not something you can trip into or be forced into against your will like subspace.

that said, it is Very culturally important. not something enforced, but if you told someone you never had a circle as an adult they’d probably give you a “wtf” look. a lot of the importance comes from the defensive aspect and how dangerous it can be to break a circle up. they’re respected because not respecting them is a good way to get attacked.

so anyway all of this is very long-winded and a bit stream-of-consciousness, but in conclusion i don’t think most people would welcome a trans sub/switch into a circle. like women’s bathrooms, except there’s no cultural expectation of politeness/not rocking the boat (also since when are women’s bathrooms some super culturally important place….but i digress). i feel like a trans sub would also have a lot of internalized Feelings about it even if they were allowed to join bc of all the messaging about how a dom near a sub circle is the Worst Thing Ever.

…..and now i’m thinking that would be fun to write. hm. back burner.

but!! yes!!! very cool questions defo a lot of food for thought. and to answer your last question about erasermic—i definitely want to write about them in this au!! i don’t have any specific ideas at the moment but i do adore their relationship and i very much want to delve into it. since they’ve adopted hitoshi i could also explore what raising a teenager in this world looks like….very fun

#asked and answered #worldbuilding #sub circle #aizawa shouta #transorientation #d/s au #bnha #i also want to write more of aizawa and class a #love a good dadzawa #im also 👀 at aizawa’s capture scarf hmmmm could do somethin with that ajshajsgjasg

[the-lunar-library]

I finished The Price and Prey of Magic and oh my god why did I take so long with such an wonderfully enjoyable novel? T_T

(Warning, this stream-of-consciousness ask was meant to be shorter but it got out of hand, sorry! 😅)

Yew on her own was a wild ride; impressively impulsive (often as a benefit and often amusingly!), just self-aware enough to realize it, but not enough to keep it from causing trouble. I was getting more hopeful for her as she began heading out for missions, but that just made the downward spiral even worse. I honestly didn't expect things to go quite THAT wrong, but my god she deteriorated into a human disaster. Although she does become a semi-antagonist toward the end, it had become heartbreaking to read. So many catastrophes that she couldn't even process good decisions anymore. Just blame, blame, blame.

I honestly though Yew was going to tell Arsen "I know about the cost limiter. Remove it without a word, and I'll forgive you." But that is not how Yew works. (It IS, however, how Eider works!)

What hurts is that you could really tell Arsen was growing into a more caring person because of her. He wasn't fully there yet, but now he never will be.

I out loud gasped "oh no" when she learned that Siege City was hit by the plague. With how hellbent she was on putting all the responsibility on herself for everything, I thought for sure that would finish her. I'm glad she was able to keep herself occupied for the time being, at least.

Maybe one day, she'll learn how to remove the cost limiter herself. Who knows.

The shift of personalities from Yew to Eider was a breath of fresh air when part 2 started, even if it opened with her in a rotten situation. With how grim things got, it was nice to see that her friends had her back in some capacity. Yew feels strong-headed, but Eider's just plain strong.

Then of course she eats a pear, and I'm embarrassed at how long it took me to recall you mentioned a giant mirrored world in view. It took me until the snake first spoke for the egg timer in my brain to go off and I was like "ohhhh, hi Diarca." XD

He grew on me so much. By the time Eider came back for him and saved him from the collapsing prison, that whole scene from the bed to the outside world had me 🥺😭💖

The whole bond between them was beautifully developed, and I love how hard she worked to save him all over again. Right up to EQUIPPING CLAWS. Like… I'm with Yew: sorcerer or not, I'm stepping aside, the hell with that! lmao

Just… all the ways this story dealt with forgiveness or pacing blame between the two protags, it was really well done. 👏

So glad to have read this story! Already recommended it to a few friends who like this genre. ^^ Skillfully written, I loved the characters, and I loved the occasional snark and humor. You did a wonderful job! I look forward to your next book. :D

Aaaaaaaa, I'm incoherent, thank you! I'm so, so happy you enjoyed it. Yew's descent from merely making bad choices to being an antagonist is pretty heavy, and I worry sometimes about it alienating readers. But you're right -- I want this to be an ultimately hopeful book. Yew goes through a lot, but that doesn't mean there aren't still better things ahead for her.

I'm just hugely smiling as I type. Thank you again, so much, iffy!

#iffylogic #the price and prey of magic #the price and prey of magic spoilers

[clambuoyance]

it's always so fascinating to see other writers' thought process! you plan out so MUCH of your stuff, down to dialogue! i just make shit up as I go along and then edit if need be. it's a system that works for me somehow

like i have written a 70 thousand word thing and most of it was entirely unplanned. i started by going "hmm situation! yeah! and here's how it's gonna end i guess!" and then i made everything up as i went along, coming up with plot beats and character/story arcs as i wrote things down in real time

i'd write chapters in my head when i was out and when i got home i'd write something completely different because i very much am a stream-of-consciousness writer who writes what's on their mind at the time

and the thing is! the thing i wrote was good! even by my standards! there were several times i had to write around things i forgot (because i was posting it on a chapter-by-chapter basis) but other than that everything worked and stuff!

so i find it so cool that you plan everything out because then you REALLY have a sense of your story and stuff and i bet shit's a lot more meaningful (i havent read nothingbound yet because i don't usually read unfinished fics but i bet it's really good and you know i will be binging it when you finish it)

like if you planted something in chapter one about character A having a fear of heights and character B loving rollercoasters and later they go on an amusement park date, you might have planned that all out! for me it would be an "oh riiiiight i did that didn't i. time to work that into a later chapter i guess :)"

idk sorry for the long ass ask i just love seeing how other people plan shit out for their works and stuff

You're so right though, it's so interesting to see how different people make art/write stories. Honestly sometimes I wish I could just sit down and stream-of-consciousness this shit and come up with it on the spot, because I imagine I'd get a lot more writing done but I feel like I tend to overthink things. Lmao, whenever I write essays for school, my number one thing is making sure everything connects, so I guess that's just my brain. But sometimes i'm just so tired of trying to think of plot points that will happen ahead of time i just start writing and decide to fix it/refine it later. I do end up taking a lot out in the editing process, but i save most of it so i have a list of some deleted scenes saved.

It's also kind of like in animating, where you can animate pose to pose, with each key pose planned out, or animate straight to action going from one frame to the next, which is less restricting and more loose. There's benefits to both and some situations are gonna call for one or another, or both! :D

#very cool stuff #clam answers

[saturngrqy]

Hello!! I hope you’re well💓 could i request a blurb of reader getting surprised by Grayson’s love confession because they thought he had a type and would never date them? thank you in advance!!💓

this is hella long and took a turn, sorry if it’s not exactly what u want i got a little off track LMAO

Grayson was universally known or being the type to sleep with many girls. This included mainly white, skinny models. You were friends with him and Ethan for a while, and you definitely had feelings for him that were more than friendly.

You comforted him through every nasty breakup, and you quickly became best friends. You were always there for him, and was for you as well. 

Although all you wanted was for him to be happy, every time he told you about his new girlfriend or hookup, a piece of your heart broke. Nearly always they were another social media influencer, and they were all beyond gorgeous. 

You hated feeling insecure, but every time you compared yourself to those girls, the self-consciousness overwhelmed you. 

You had little experience with dating compared to him, but you had your fair share of boyfriends here and there. Every time you got into a new relationship, Grayson always tried to interject. He was oddly possessive over you, and after a while you just stopped telling him if you were going on a date to prevent his endless lectures about why you were to good for the men you were seeing. 

It pissed you off deeply, considering you always supported him in his dating life no matter how problematic the girl seemed. 

The girls he dated were typically somewhat rude to you; you understood that it was probably suspicious that you two were so close, but you knew the chances of Grayson ever liking you like that were slim to none. 

Part of that was due to how different you were than his ‘type’. You were middle- eastern, short, and more curvy. Any time you said anything self- depricating towards your appearance, Grayson assured you you were nothing short of beautiful. Sometimes, it was just really hard for you to believe him when he said that. 

You were about to head out to go to lunch with a guy you met online. You had been messaging back and forth when he finally asked you out. You agreed excitedly, hoping that you would finally find the right person for you. 

Of course, Grayson was oblivious to your plans, and you were planning to keep it that way. 

However, fate had other ideas when you left your phone on the counter to quickly run to bathroom. 

Grayson walked to sit down in the chairs at the kitchen island. When he pushed the chair out, your phone screen lit up with a new message. He hesitated before reaching for it. He immediately frowned, reading the text. 

Alex 

Excited for tonight! Can’t wait to finally meet you :)

Grayson stared at the screen confused, wondering who Alex was. Just then, you sighed, rushing back into the kitchen to grab your phone, stopping when you saw him holding it. 

“Who’s Alex?” He asked, laughing. 

“Uh.” you began, “He’s a guy that I met, we’re going out to lunch. I must have forgotten to tell you,” you chuckled awkwardly, trying to cover up the fact that you did not forget to tell him, and rather that you were trying to hide it from him. 

“Oh,” he said solemnly. You rolled your eyes. 

“Save it, Grayson, I’m going,” you spoke, snatching your phone from his hands.

“Wait,” he interrupted, using his forearm to block the door, preventing you from exiting. You glared at him and inhaled sharply. 

“Grayson, please, I really have to go, okay?” 

“At least let me pick you up,” he tried to negotiate. 

“Gray, how do you think it would look if he saw you picking me up from my date,” you laughed. 

“Just say it’s an uber,” he reasoned. 

“No. I’m leaving, I’ll see you later,” you demanded, finally leaving the house. 

-

You shivered, rubbing your arms up and down to create warmth. You checked your phone. 

2:45 p.m. 

Alex was supposed to arrive at 1:45. You exhaled, going to your contacts to call Grayson, grimacing as you pressed on his number. You knew he was going to use this as an example in the future as to why you should listen to him when he tells you not to go on dates. 

“Hello?” He answered, and his tone was surprisingly apologetic, completely opposite of the smug voice you expected him to have. 

“Um, he never came,” you whispered. 

“Are you kidding me?” He groaned. “What a fucking asshole,”

“Uh- yeah. Can you just pick me up please?” You said on the verge of tears. It was silent for a moment. 

“Yeah, I got you Y/n,” he said sternly.

“Thank you,” you said. 

“You know I always will be here for you. I’m already on the way, text me the location. I’ll get there as soon as possible,” 

“Ok. Bye,” you gulped, hitting decline. You sent him the address of the restaurant, sitting down at a bench nearby on the sidewalk. 

He arrived no later than five minutes, immediately jumping out and rushing towards you. He had his Kid Cudi sweatshirt in his hand, throwing it to you as he stood, waiting for you to put it on and gather your stuff. You got up and walked to the passenger door, getting in and shutting it behind you. 

You both sat in silence, waiting for each other to say something. 

You choked. “God, I feel so pathetic.” The tears started to freely stream down your face. 

Grayson scoffed. “You need to stop feeling bad for yourself. He’s a piece of shit. I hate when you let yourself get walked all over by these stupid guys. You’re an amazing girl, I don’t know how they can’t see that.”

The last line struck a nerve, and your crying worsened, now graduating to full on sobs. 

“If I’m so amazing, why don’t you ever choose me,” you spoke quietly. 

“What?” He looked up, shocked. 

“You always say that I’m a great girl and any guy would be lucky to have me but the only guy I want is you. I only ever talk to guys because I’m trying to get over you,” you explained. “I mean, do you even understand how exhausting it is to sit back and watch you fall in love over and over again? While I sit on the sidelines and comfort you when you get fucked over? I’m sick of it, Grayson. I’m sick of always being the second choice. I don’t even know why I keep waiting, you’ll never choose me. Look at me,” you cried, gesturing to your body. 

Grayson stared at you with his mouth open. He gulped, looking out the window to his left. He turned back to you, grabbing your hand.

“Listen to me, Y/n,” he began. “You have no idea how unbelievably in love with you I am. If I knew that was how you felt you absolutely would have been my first choice, and I am so fucking sorry for making you feel any less than that. I talked to all those girls to get over you as well,”

“Really?” You said, gazing back up at him. “You really like me like that? 

He looked at you puzzlingly. “Of course. You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on,”

You smiled softly, squeezing his hand. You two remained eye contact until he finally leaned in, softly pressing his lips to yours. You kissed back gently, and he pulled away after. 

He grasped your arm, bringing it into him as he engulfed you into a firm hug. 

“I choose you, Y/n Y/l/n.”

#grayson fic #grayson dolan #grayson and ethan #grayson dolan imagine #grayson dolan fanfic #ethan dolan #dolan twins #g blurb #my writing

[bottomvalerius]

me waiting for you to post more sam content (even if its just hcs man) cause this old fuckers got me ON MY KNEES-

Literally cannot emphasize enough how happy it makes me that people actually like peepaw dnsjskskskks I don’t think I do doms a lot of justice imo, and he’s not a character I typically would think to write into existence but I’m glad people like him as much as I do :’))

As a treat I will now stream-of-consciousness style rattle off a bunch of Peepaw thoughts I’m currently having/want to develop more (undercut cause length, but also some brief mentions of kink and sex too lol)

When I PMS, I get particularly feral thoughts and this go around I was seized by the idea of Sam having a fling with a ship captain who is just a knock-off LongJohn Silver from Treasure Planet who just…… absolutely destroys and daddys him for the entirety of the trip 😭😭😭 just like “has anyone seen Samir?” “Captain __ still has him tied up in his private quarters.” “Oh that’s good! It’s good we keep him humble.” Dndjskdkdk

I’ve been working on a few of his long-term bedmates, most of which are just a variety of subs and switches, but two in particular (Imelda and Neeja) like permanently stay at the Pearl Isles and essentially run shit while Sam is out and about being a whore :’) In general, I’m writing the Isles being more of a tourist-y spot/a spot that nobles just fuck off too for fun, so there really isn’t much for Sam to really oversee that another person can’t do.

Developing this further, but dance and music are Big Things to him, and he and Mara used to play privately a lot together (I like the idea of Mara playing the saraswati veena and Sam playing the mridangam) All of this was very much inspired by this video lmao and this is also why I’m considering having his sister and niece be professional dancers too :’) eventual family drama is brewing in my brain

Very much a “Food is Life; do not come between us” kinda guy. I’ve mentioned in passing but Sam is actually a very good cook and will sometimes spoil his partners by preparing them a meal heheh

Besides fucking all the time, he works out as much as he can. He’s very close with his yoga instructor, and he also is a very good swimmer (which I may or may not use this detail in an eventual fic with Nasrin lmao) Some healthy queer sparring and hunting is also always on the table lmao He also just walks a lot!

He’s very conscious about keeping himself in shape and this is directly tied to his idea that he isn’t useful if he isn’t active/healthy, which is directly a response to his injury during adolescence 😬 he really never has shaken the role of being a provider, and the idea of that eventually not being the case anymore the older he gets fills him with a lot of guilt and anxiety. He craves power and control and being independent like. All the time LMAO

Was much closer personally to his fathers than his mother, but he did spend most of his childhood trying to do anything to meet her expectations of him. He really does adore her a lot and just wanted her attention more when compared to his other siblings :’) Which is not something that went away clearly; there’s a clear trend in his relationships with older women compared to the men/gnc people in his life LMFAO

UMM REMEMBER WHEN THIS WAS ABOUT SEX SORRY LMFAO

He does really enjoy group sex as he can easily delegate tasks to people if he’s feeling more winded without breaking a scene LMAO prefers domming with other people as opposed to dealing with two subs, but he would never say no to putting two brats in place once lmfao

Sam has really only ever had like two exclusive doms in his life (well maybe three now if we’re including the new pirate man in my dreams LMAO): Mara and Nasrin. He and Mara actually didn’t like fuck often (Mara was just in general a very kinky person and incorporated it a lot into her life; watching her whip a grown man was just. Common. LMAO), but she essentially showed him the ropes and introduced him to the things he enjoyed. But she was overall the dominant figure in his life and dictated much of what he did day to day, which was something he really craved at the time. Nasrin is more black and white in that she just will never submit to Sam, and Sam truly has no intention of trying to cross that barrier with her lmfao

#asks #anon #OC lore #the duke #this really went ‘haha fun sexy times to SAM HAS DEEP DEEP MOMMY ISSUES and then back to sex lmfao

[shimmershae]

So.  Thanks to my new anonymous friend, this is going to become a thing.

Shae’s thinky thoughts about the latest episode--Acheron:  Part 2--beneath a cut. 

Because spoilers, however vague they might be.  

Let’s be real here.  This is more a stream of consciousness than anything else so if that’s not your thing, you are most welcome to nope right on out of this post.  Trust me.  I’ll completely understand, lol.  Sometimes?  I wish I could nope right on out of my own brain and the way it operates.  

That said?  Without further ado--

Episode 2′s opening, though.  Maggie trapped with hungry Walkers converging?  It totally gives me Glenn under the dumpster vibes.  I don’t know if that was intentional or just happy coincidence but way to link Maggie to her dearly departed better half, show.  

Is it just me or has Father G had more OOMPH to him these last few seasons?  Again, I have to ask--Rosita’s influence or no?  Regardless, I bet Seth Gilliam is loving the job these days.  

Side note:  am I gonna have to go to bed early every Saturday night from now until the end just so I that I might be able to SEE?  Something?  Anything?  My curtains are flimsy-ass.  I admit it.  But this is more frustrating than TXF.  Angela, WTF?  

No, seriously.  It’s like complete guess work who’s in these subway scenes.  Some of that has to do with them being overly populated by redshirts and the rest of it has to do with me having to squint and turn sideways to make out their facial features. 

Look at Daryl busting through concrete walls!  Should I call him the Kool-Aid Man considering NR has once again allowed himself to be led right into a biased, shipper trap?  Hmm.  I might.  

Imagine seeking refuge in those dark, filthy subways.  Any second now I expect to hear the skittering of rats.  Will Dog lose his effing mind a la Divergence?  He’s been shown to go off half-cocked that way, lol.  Oh well.  Guess it’ll be in character if he does.  

Impressive graffiti storyboards.  Does it mean something that it immediately cuts to the Commonwealth storm troopers afterward?  Maybe.  Who really knows at this point?  They been trying to gaslight us forever.  

LOL at Princess yet again.  Yumiko is just like da fuq is this person?  

No, really.  LMAO.  “That was her.  From last night.  Did you see how she was looking at us?”  

Then you have Eugene, hahaha.  “Oh God.  Why did he tell off the big guy?”  Like the man is totally me in this type of situation.  Not even gonna lie.  

“That’s right.  We want to talk to the manager.”  

I literally cannot wait ‘til Carol and Daryl meet Princess.  Can.  Not.  Wait.  

How sad is that note on that $100 bill?  Small moment but it totally gives me Season 4 vibes when they were on their way to Terminus seeking sanctuary.  

Hmm.  Remember how that place wasn’t what they thought it was?  I’m sure neither is the Commonwealth.  But I feel like what’s left of Team Family is totally going to do Rick proud, lol, and prove they’re messing with the wrong people if they try something.  

Daryl, Man.  You gonna have to get a better handle on your headstrong Fur Son.  I wonder if Dog would listen better to his mama?  Things to ponder.  

Sounds like Miko has this group’s number.  Or does she?  

Princess and Eugene totally look like they’re waiting their turn for the Principal’s office, LOL.  

“Stop moving!  You’re taking my nerves over the edge to a proverbial 11 on a scale of 10.”  I feel you, Eugene.  I do.  Also you, Princess.  Two of the most relatable TWD characters right there, I’m telling you.  

Princess is me when I really, really, really have to pee.  TMI?  Sorry, lovelies.  LOL.  I just...she’s so relatable.  

LMAO.  “If that fine ass dude in the orange suit...”  Princess and Mercer incoming in 3-2-----

Princess’s excitement over the toilet paper=PRICELESS.  

Eugene, Man.  You desperately need to develop a poker face.  

There’s Daryl getting another cool camera shot.  Angela?  You playing favorites again?  

Carol’s claustrophobia could have never.  I bet that’s in the back of Pookie’s mind.  You can’t tell me it’s not because Carol lives in there rent-free.  

Ohhh.  Back to the subway car.  Looks like we got the Maggie redshirts leading the way.  First sacrificial “lambs”?  

Maggie pistol-whipping Negan was kinda deserved, but he wasn’t all wrong so.  

Damn.  I’m no Gage fan.  He can fuck all the way off for what he did to my baby Lydia.  But Maggie over there with ice in her veins.  

Yep.  I think the dude just got one of the most gruesome deaths in a while.  Yuck.  

I think Alden’s faith in Maggie definitely took several hits.  I feel like he kind of had her on some sort of pedestal dating back to Hilltop times.  Father G, though?  The man is continuing to show himself a SAVAGE MFer.  

Josh gives Eugene such believable tics and mannerisms.  He IS Eugene.  

Thank you, Maggie, for lighting that flare.  I could not see a damn thing.  

What are these bad memories Negan alludes to?  Hmm?  Him being a shit husband to Lucille back when he was still taking her for granted?  

Father G on Gage’s Walker--”All that is, is a shell of a man, who died a coward.”  Kind of ironic considering Father G’s own origins, huh?  Has he any warmth in there for anybody but Rosita and Coco?  Does he equate it with weakness?  

“There are worse ways.”  And Maggie proceeds to paint us a horror story with mere words.  

Dark Maggie really surpasses anything certain fans have ever accused Carol of being.  Is she too far gone?  Who the hell knows?  I think it’s clear that she and Carol are both on a sliding scale of sorts when it comes to being able to compartmentalize shit to survive.  Personally?  I feel like Maggie might have leap-frogged Carol in this episode but it matters none because of the double standards so deeply entrenched in this fandom.  Both women have endured and had to do some horrific things.  It’s not a contest.  But it’s probably going to be turned into a season-long one.  

It’s almost like Kang was like, “Ya’ll bitches think Carol’s dark?  I’ll show you DARK.  Check and mate.”  

Whatever the reasoning, Maggie just got exponentially more interesting to me if not likable.  And before anybody out there comes at me, it’s entirely possible to be on a character’s side in some things and not be all up their ass in love with them, lol.  Like I’m attached to her because she’s family and Glenn loved her.  There’s a loyalty there and she absolutely is justified in her hatred of Negan.  But I’m not going to pretend her shit don’t stink like everybody else’s.  

Speaking of my baby Glenn.  What would he think of this version of Maggie?  I think he would be gutted and heart stricken that events led to her being like this but he’d understand because he’s pure like that.  Don’t mean he’d be A-OK with it all.  

Dog must be protected at all costs.  

Confession.  I know not the fuck who Pony Boy is, but I know him because all my fandom friends have pointed him out to me, lol.  RIP, Man.  I think you’re number’s up or close to it.  

Okay, though.  I admit it.  I am kinda LOVING Badass Father G.  

That scene in the subway car with all of them working to take all the Walkers out was already badass.  Then Daryl arrived and made it, in @freefromthecocoon’s words, HAWT.  LOL.  

Eugene staring at that little black book like it contains torture tools, hehehe.  

“Processed?  As in administratively?  Processed as in bologna or other meat stuffs?  This inquiring (enquiring?) mind needs to know.”  OMG, Eugene.  I admit it.  Even if it makes me look like a lunatic, LOL.  I straight up LMAO at that one.  I mean, ten years later and Terminus still fresh on the man’s mind.  

“You like feeling nervous?”  Well, no.  None of us that do, Mercer?  Do.  

Then he proceeds to make me howl with his “You can’t lie for shit” to Eugene.  

Josh McDermitt?  I love you, Man.  40 year old virgin, LOL.  

All this talk over the seasons of Daryl’s virginity and we have Eugene, hahaha.  But was he telling the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth?  

Finally.  Some daylight.  Where I can see.  

Eugene’s relief at seeing his friends safe and sound was such a beautiful thing to see.  I loved those hugs.  

Mercer’s face when he snarled “beat cop” in disdain to Ezekiel.  I think I’m gonna love this dude.  

“I went to West Point.  Asshole.”  Yeah.  I am.  

I know they probably catfishing Eugene right here because spoilers tell us that ain’t Stephanie.  But my heart still did a little d’aww.  Angela.  Don’t play with his poor heart like that.  

What’s got Daryl so pensive, huh?  Is it that the note reminds him of kids being lost or taken from their family? Or separated from their family?  Is he thinking of those Grimes babies and wondering if Michonne will ever make it back and why and how she was able to leave them behind?  Tell me it ain’t that Find Me nonsense.  

“This place sure has gone to shit since the last time I was here.”  LMAO, JDM.  I mean Negan.  Sorry.  Sorry.  I still hate Negan, but JDM has me entertained at least since they gave the asshole some shades of gray.  And speaking of shades of gray.  I’m loving the gray beard.  JDM’s looking GOOD (hear that NR?  Embrace the gray).  Negan can still kick rocks, lol.  

Anyway.  That scene was CREEPY AF.  Not even gonna lie.  

The Reapers strutting right on up to our group like it’s The Purge:  ZA.  

My bad, Pony Boy. Now RIP.  

Dark, dark episode with loads of tension broken up by some welcome humor by Princess.  The girl is fast becoming a fave of mine.  

My baby’s back next week!!!

I’m just going to plug my ears and pretend they’re trying to capture/recapture the horses because they’re pets.  Not because they’re starving so bad they feel the need to eat them.  La la la la la.  I can’t hear you.  

#The Walking Dead #Season 11 #TWD spoilers #things that make me smile and cry #for reasons

[belit0]

Okay hear me out something really really and really dark with indra 🤭 Like you “cheating on him” ( Reader didn’t probally just some weirdo mailman arriving at theyre mountain home asking for stuff and the reader lets him and somehow they make it into the bedroom?? 😭) and indra comes in and it just becomes really dark

"something really really and really dark with Indra..." 

My brain didn't need much more to create something completely bizarre and sickening.

TW: Non-con, kidnapping, blood, s3x with a dead man lmao.

The night was short, too short for your liking. You always get this feeling when Indra is absent when his presence is so far away he is not even perceptible in the scope of your reach.

If your man is with you, you know when the sun goes down the torture begins. Upon meeting him, you never expected such a handsome countenance could carry so much evil inside. And although he claims to want you, at this point you understand all he wants is absolute possession over you, he is not interested in pursuing your love or seeking your adoration.

But of course, whoever fell into the clutches of such a beast, and to make matters worse, voluntarily as you had done, had no way to escape. Who would dare to face the mighty Otsutsuki? He who would make people run in dismay at the mere sound of his name.

Trapped in the depths of an isolated forest, you had given up any hope of ever walking the earth freely years ago. There was no way to evade the surveillance of your partner, who was everywhere with the secrecy of a feline.

If you had the courage to try to run, to scream for help, what awaited on feeling his hands around your neck was even worse than death. He always got what he desired, and the only thing he had craved was you.

It took several frustrating attempts to free yourself that led you to be brutally clamored by him on the forest floor, while his grip left bruises on any part that had contact with your skin. The scene ended grotesquely, as he carried you back home as if nothing had happened. Your bloody form, with clothes torn off and a few bones, were broken by Indra's violence, lay fainting on his arms, time after time.

Eventually, you understood that there would be no point with such an approach when in your last try it all got too much and he decided to break both of your wrists to make you stop resisting. The recovery was long, and when you were back to normal, you decided to succumb to being used every night rather than savaged that way.

But now, as you sat looking out the window, you thought to yourself. Indra had left on a trip weeks ago, and as usual, it was unclear where he was heading. Escaping would be imprudent, for perhaps it was all a test, a made-up situation to see how you would react to such a prolonged absence.

Forgetting the matter, you got up to the kitchen when a loud noise on the outside caught your attention. Resuming your previous position, you watched as a man with long black hair fell to his knees a few feet from the door, dropping to the ground and barely holding himself up with his hands.

There it is, Indra's damned testing.

Rushing away from the window and leaning your back against the wall, you gasped for breath, trying to calm yourself. As sorry as you were for that human being, you knew that your partner would appear at any second and cruelly end his life. He was simply trying to make you take a false step, tempting your big heart and your ample generosity.

Minutes that felt like an eternity passed, as the pleas for help grew lighter and lighter and the volume diminished.

No one was attacking.

The man continued to kneel, trying to reach the house.

Unable to endure, you decided to betray your preemptive alarms and ran out of the house. This person was severely wounded, unable to move or walk on his own. 

A sense of security assaulted you as you helped him in and laid him down on your bed, while you analyzed the wounds and the origin of the blood.

No one was attacking!

It was a tough job to put the man's battered body to rights, but after extensive treatment of his wounds, he was no longer in danger and regained his breath, still lying on Indra's pillow.

And with that, the man grabbed you by the nape of your neck and leaned you over him, causing the lips of the two of you to gently meet. It wasn't like Indra's touches, it wasn't possessive or unwanted, it was romantic, gentle, warm, and beautiful.

"You saved my life and I don't even know your name..."

"No need to exaggerate, gentleman. Had I left you there, you probably would have woken up after a good few minutes, I simply relieved the pain. As for my name... I regret to say that I cannot reveal it."

"A beautiful mystery... in that case, there's no need to know mine either."

The temperature rose, not taking long to exchange tongues, and avoiding to climb on top of him because of the state of his poor body, you lay down on your side of the bed, where Indra had taken you countless times.

Not wanting to let go, you simply let him handle the moment.

After a slight hesitation, he pulled away and looked into your eyes, asking permission to do it again. Licking your lips, it was you who initiated the action this time.

Hands danced everywhere, and clothes were lost with speed. He had you mount him, making it clear he could not exert himself too much due to lack of strength. Not wanting to argue against that logic, you sank on his erect length with a moan, while your eyes closed tightly.

You only opened them when you began to feel your orgasm approach, seeking eye contact for more pleasure. But you were disconcerted to see that his gaze was fixed on a corner of the room, to which your back was turned.

A pleased smile graced his features, not even paying attention to you.

"This way is fine, boss?"

Your blood froze in understanding.

Indra's test.

But what you didn't expect was for the man beneath you to suddenly become completely paralyzed, as a muffled THUD rang through the room and the hot liquid splashed your face and chest, as well as your arms.

Your eyes squeezed shut as a kunai was thrust into his forehead, killing him on the spot. A quick instinct assaulted your muscles as you tried to pull the slain man's limb out of you and run, getting away from your partner and trying to save yourself.

Now, this was the worst situation in the world.

There was no way you were going to pull through this.

But a huge, strong hand grabbed your hair as he noticed your intentions, pulling you down on the man's body and extracting the murder weapon with the other hand.

Tears began to stream down your cheeks as your hands closed over his wrist, futilely trying to make him let go of your hair.

"Unsightly..."

"Disgusting..."

"It only took you a second of my absence to jump on a bastard's cock. I knew you were an insufferable fucker from the way you cry and beg for my touches, but now I see it's your natural way of acting...you're just a whore, aren't you?"

It has been a long time since you realized how your rejections towards his actions were perceived and qualified as wanting, where Indra's reality was completely distorted.

"I...N-N-N..."

You can't get your tongue to move properly to outline his name, trying to defend yourself somehow. Ironic, for that heated muscle had danced shamelessly seconds ago across the man's lips lying beneath you.

"Shut your ungrateful mouth you rotten filthy bitch."

Your face is pressing against the man's neck, being held still by Indra. The blood dripping from the mortal wound on that person's forehead oozed down your features, mingling with your tears.

"Is this what you wanted? It takes a worm-like him to make you realize who you belong to? A damn misfortune that cute little cunt of yours has been desecrated in such a manner."

And as your breathing continued to heave and your body was convulsing in revulsion because the murdered man's limb continued inside you, you didn't notice Indra's weight on your back until it was too late.

"I allowed this hole to remain virgin waiting to be taken when my first son was inside you... The notion of fucking you along with my offspring was wonderful, but as you won't outlive this, I'll give myself the treat I've been depriving of."

You can feel the tip of his cock exert pressure on your ass, and even as a dead man lies beneath you both, filling your pussy, Indra has no trouble getting fully hard and forcing his way into you.

Holding your neck with both hands, his chest is pressed against your back as his waist slams viciously over your form, making you cry out in pain and getting halting pleas for mercy from your lips.

Everything is a nightmare.

Indra is a nightmare.

And even with the dark picture in that room, with your face smeared in The Otsutsuki's latest victim's blood, you hear his breathing pick up pace, grunts coming from deep in his throat as his dick mercilessly works your tight channel.

The man's length beneath your body lost its rigidity, uselessly stuffing you.  

You have no idea how much time elapsed in that assault, for your consciousness shut down a few times and you were forcibly awakened by his slapping.

Eventually, his seed mixes with the blood coming from your not-so-virgin opening. Beastly sounds are heard from behind you as your eyes close in defeat, tears continue to fall unchecked.

And suddenly the last sensation you experience in your life is that of such abuse. 

Accompanied by the sharp cold metal teeth of the kunai that slits your throat and robs you of your last breath.

#otsutsuki indra x reader #indra otsutsuki #otsutsuki indra #naruto shippuden #naruto imagines #naruto x reader #indra x reader #indra otsutsuki x reader #indra scenario #indra imagines

[callmepippin]

ok so i was tagged by the lovely @lexiklecksi for the 11/11/11 tag, the rules are: answer the 11 questions she asked me, make up my own 11 questions and then tag 11 ppl to answer those (so if you want you can skip to the questions at the bottom lmao). however as a fair warning: this got Way too long probably bc im rambly today. i tried to limit the stream of consciousness but….

1. current musical obsession: Frank Ocean and related sort of neo-r&b stuff - while writing this im also discovering Childish Gambino’s “Awaken, My Love!” (and also the song Golden Brown, but not bc im listening to it but bc im learning it on both guitar and piano)

2. 3 things i always take with me:

- wallet (or at least my id)

- phone (&earphones)

- cigarettes&lighter

3. what (or who) i miss most in lockdown: i dont rly remember? im so used to the situation by now that i kind of forget to miss what i did when things were “normal”... but i guess going to bars w/ friends, and just being able to go shopping when i need smth

4. pick: either only read 1 book or only read books picked by someone else: i wouldn’t be able to only read one book for the rest of my life! so definitely the second option (esp if i can pick the person who picks the books)

5. why i found your blog/followed you and if i intend to stay: uhh you followed me and when i checked your blog i liked the vibe i guess? also you were v nice in the tags of my music stuff! also ya i like it here, so im staying for a while

6. when and why did i last cry: i genuinely dont know for sure.. the last time i specifically remember crying was my granddad’s funeral, which is three yrs ago this month, but i do know ive cried once or twice since then, i just dont remember for sure when and why.

wait i do remember, i think the last time was when i saw Richard Says Goodbye (live music and movies or books are basically the only reason i rly cry, im not an emotional crier, dont know why).

7. who holds the key to my heart: my partner of five (and a bit) years, whom i love Very Much! (although ofc my heart is not locked, i have so much love to give, just romantically i am very much taken)

8, pick one: star wars/star trek, dobby/gollum, white/black magic, flying/teleportation, time travel: past/future?

- Star Wars

- Gollum (even though i have read hp but still havent read lotr, ive read the hobbit like 4 times tho)

- i think the hard dichotomy btwn white/black magic or like light/dark and good/bad in most fiction is often v flawed bc thats not how the world works, everything is grey areas (e.g. the Jedi are not better than the Sith, both have deeply flawed philosophies). the Force (or any magic for that matter) is not inherently good or evil, it just is. nature isnt abt good or evil, isnt abt opposites but abt balance.

and especially if you work with the occult and magical, i think thats all abt walking the edge between light and dark, life and death, night and day, good and bad etc…

so to answer the question: grey magic lmao, its all abt balance

- teleportation i think, bc while flying is very cool, i think teleportation has more practical uses (although also has danger involved, such as what happens if you teleport into a space that is already occupied by a person or an object? but for the sake of argument, prolly teleportation)

- do not even get me started on time travel.. the implications of time travel to the past are…… complicated to say the least (it only works if you believe in hard determinism, which i wholly do not). so in a practical sense, def to the future (although that is also Problematic within the constraints of our four-dimensional universe/experience).

in a philosophical sense though, ignoring all the paradoxes and laws of time and space, id still pick the future (or maybe no time travel at all), bc i think the past is the past for a reason. we remember it, we learn from it, but ultimately we must leave it behind.

my philosophical problem with traveling to the future is more that you cant just. skip life. so if you travel to the future, it has to be way beyond your own life and direct influence, or youll interfere with yourself and your own future, and thats scientifically, psychologically /and/ philosophically a v bad idea all round, i think.

9. which thoughts keep me awake at night: almost never specific thoughts, but quite often anxiety abt the near future. but theres no like, lingering issues that keep me awake.

10. what id do with you if we were locked up together for 24hrs: i think i’d really like to write with you! make poetry, song lyrics, make art! bc we could rly learn from each other i think and also we could just rly pick each others brain abt mundane, important and transcendental stuff ya know?

11. ask anything: do you have concrete, long term plans for the future, maybe even backup plans? a clear vision of how the rest of your life is going to go? or are you more the type to do what makes you happy now and figure it out as you go along?

my own questions (large variation in vibes and weight, i know):

describe your favourite colour using other senses (like what sound, smell, feeling or w/e do you associate with it)

what’s the best thing that happened to you in the last week, last month and last year?

what’s the one thing/what are the things that help(s) you get up in the moring and keep putting one foot in front of the other?

are you a leftie? (warning: there is a correct answer)

do you play/have you ever played a musical instrument? (and for the sake of completeness, yes i am counting singing as well)

do you have one thing (e.g. a song, movie, book or smth else) that never fails to bring you joy?

do you have one (or more) person(s) you feel you could still hit up after ten yrs of radio silence and you’d still vibe?

what’s your favourite song lyric/line from a poem/quote? and why?

who was your first celebrity crush? (if you’ve ever had one obvsly)

what’s smth you’re looking forward to? could be specific, could be a general thing like a driver’s licence or your own apartment or w/e

this one is specifically to feed my curiosity, indulge me: why did you follow me?

congrats, you’ve managed to reach the end! again, very sorry for the rambles, thanks for sticking around. im tagging @alt-heidi, @terdiscussie, @a-soul-to-cling-to, @ontvreemd, @sarahhnghae and i guess whoever fuckin feels like it? i literally can’t think of 11 ppl on this hell site, so if i forgot you its not personal. if we’re mutuals you’re especially tagged.

#this was v fun actually #i was tagged to do this like 3 weeks ago but ya know #adhd and stuff #i actually have another one in my backlog as well #i think ill look into that as well now

[youichi-kuramochi]

Hi ! do you have any thoughts about tenma udai? Did I really stop playing volleyball because I lost my interest? Thank you.

hmm I haven’t thought much about him actually in that context but I do generally like him as a character! but I guess thinking about it a bit more I think the way he was introduced really speaks to this theme throughout haikyuu about skill and passion. like I feel like something that comes up again and again is this idea that all of the best players get there not by any kind of like being “gifted” or whatever but really through hard work, and we see lots of players who are really, really good and then go on to do something other than volleyball with their lives, and it’s really that extra “thing” that some of them have that carries them through continuing on with it. it’s that obsession that like not everyone has that the ones who ended up going pro definitely do have, and I kind of like that furudate made it clear that just because you’re good at something, it doesn’t mean that that’s what’s going to end up being the thing for you. and it’s not so much about losing interest, I think, because we see that all the folks who quit after high school still clearly have a deep love for the sport and they still follow the comings and goings of their friends who stuck with it. I think it’s just like. idk. that’s how people grow up. we all have things we were good at or interested in when we were younger that don’t end up coming to anything professionally, and that’s fine. maybe it’s better that you don’t force it. maybe that interest will end up bringing you more joy that way idk

kita-san has a good bit about the whole skill vs. passion thing I think at the end of the inarizaki match and hirugami’s arc on kamomedai speaks to this too if I’m remembering correctly and I’m sure there’s more but this is just off the top of my head lmao but anyway all that to say that in a way I kind of appreciate that narrative choice and I think even hinata himself says something to the effect of not being disappointed after he meets tenma right? which I think is almost necessary for the plot and hinata’s development because he was always going to have to go beyond and let go of this almost mythical figure in his mind to become his own player. like the “little giant” was what got him into volleyball as a kid but just that could never be the thing that sustains a lifelong passion. there’s gotta be something else, which hinata’s well in the process of developing throughout the nationals arc

anyway SORRY this is really long and completely stream of consciousness so sorry if this doesn’t make sense and sorry if I didn’t really end up answering your question I just have a lot of Thoughts and Feelings about this theme alkjdflgakdfl

#sorry anon u just rly opened a whole can of worms that I clearly have been marinating on for a while #so thank you for giving me a chance to ramble bc I LOVE THIS THEME #but also sorry if this wasn't the kind of rambling u were looking for this kinda got away from me akldjflgadfl #Anonymous #text #ask

[greywardenaspasia]

As a fanfiction writer nothing is more discouraging... and frankly, annoying... than someone coming up on you on a rant of how such-and-such character would “never do that” or “never say that.”

It’s happened to me twice, once when I was in my early twenties writing Gilmore Girls (lmao) fanfiction and once while writing Dragon Age fanfiction.

And, like, here’s the thing...

I understand being mildly irritated if someone wrote something outlandishly “out of character” that someone would never do, like a nice character murdering someone out of nowhere with no remorse. Sure, if it’s set up with sufficient character motivations and a descent from morals, I could see it happening.

But if it’s not introduced with anything like that, it can be jarring.

It takes you out of a fanfic and most people I know can’t enjoy content like that. That’s fine! Personally, I’ve come across fics where someone is too out of character in my eyes and it breaks my immersion and you know what I do? 

I click away and read something else! 

Because even though it isn’t my cup of tea, it’s certainly someone’s. At the very least, it’s the author’s cup of tea that they labored and gave life to, and they were kind and brave enough to share it with the world. I think that deserves respect.

Also!

Here is another thing to think about:

When we consume media, in most cases we do not get a stream of consciousness from characters. We don’t hear their internal thoughts, we don’t get told blatantly what their emotions are or what their motivations are or what their intentions are. 

We only see what they end up saying or what they end up doing. A lot of time, these motivations and desires are up to interpretation, just as they are in real life. 

Let’s say in real life, you end up speaking in front of a group of people and a flicker of irritation goes across your friend’s face when you say a certain thing.

Are they irritated because you said the Thing? Are they irritated at themselves because they did not think to say the Thing and now they’re regretting it? Are they lost in thought and thinking of something completely irrelevant, like how they left their wet socks in the washing machine that morning and now they’ll be smelly when they return home?

Certainly, you can ask them why they looked so irritated during your speech but are they going to tell you the truth? Or maybe they edit it politely so you don’t get the full story of what the offense was.

My point is that you have a general idea of who someone is, how they reacted, what their emotions are, but you can’t ever be sure. And a lot of this is open to interpretation, so a lot of characterization is open to interpretation as well.

Someone on my Jess fanfic got mad because he was watching a video of Rory’s graduation and was making comments through it. “Jess would never speak through Rory’s graduation video! He would put all attention on it because he missed it! Jess would never do this, I’m sorry!” Someone wrote me a very long comment ten years ago. 

I stopped writing! 

I never updated the rest of that fanfic because I was so embarrassed because I believed them. I thought I had come to know Jess’ character very well but apparently I was wrong! I almost deleted the fic.

I’m older now and frankly, I give less fucks. I’ll write a character how I think they are and if that version is close enough to your head-canon version of a character and how you interpreted what thoughts and actions we were presented in whatever media they came from, then please enjoy. 

If it’s too far for you to enjoy and breaks your immersion because you have a different picture of who that character is in your head, then feel free to move on.

If you leave a comment, I’m not changing my fanfic. I’m not apologizing and re-writing the scene. I will write however I want, I upload it to the internet as a courtesy, and if you don’t like it then you should just move on and find something you do like.

[lesyah]

guardian watchthrough stream of consciousness ep. 1

I just started this show and I am going to react to it because I’m like three minutes in and already have thoughts to think

Ok first of all, this dude who’s reporting for duty is so awkward it makes me feel embarrassed

Also the professor was so sweet I like him

When I saw that lady’s tail.................

Idk what to say about that

Someone just turned into a cat

He passed out omg

Very confused rn to say the least

He passed out again omg

They have an office full of people who can do this stuff and just hired some random guy???

BRO the girl died???

Dang

This animated cat HAHA

“Stop vomiting”

Ok let me just stop that’s easy

The way he SPUN to just let it loose sent me tho

WHY IS HE HANGING FROM THE WINDOW LOL

ok that look between them was PACKED

What’s the tea folks

That cat is so cute

What is going on rn

“Dead fatty” HAHAH

I’m very confused.

Those looks said “I know you and am impacted by this exchange.”

And their mouths said “idk u”

Why did the business card say mark Stewart

HUH?????

Oh the girls alive??????????

I thought she was the one who died

Oh I see. Yikes. Poor thing.

Her outfit is literally so cute

Why did he take a picture of her unprompted

The cat is 1000 YEARS OLD??????? literally that’s fire 🔥

Did he just subtly but not so subtly accuse the prof of killing that girl lol

His name is shen wei right????

And the special investigator is zhao something????

MANS REALLY SAID “as a normal person in this crazy world, none of my business”

Shen’s glasses are tight

Why are their interactions so weird

It makes me tense

Also Shen Wei is so CUTE??? Baby face.

UNTRUSTWORTHY

Wow

This kid is not subtle in the slightest

Anyone would know he’s following someone

And he also lost them lol

I love that he took the elderly lady home

Good kid

OH MY GOSH

WTF

ummm that ghost got cake tho 👀🎂

Hold on.

Wtf just punched the ghost

WHAT THEICNEKC

WHAT IS THAT

HAHAGAGA

He called him Pinocchio Hahahaha

Omfg

Cool dude tho

Grandma just went to sleep

I am very very confused

B R O

Bro

BROOOO they knew each other TEN THOUSAND YEARS AGO???!!!!?!!????!!!!!!!!

BROOOOOO

“I hope u still remember our pact”

Cut to 2 mins ago when zhao said “untrustworthy.”

HAHA yikes sorry shen wei

The people in this show aren’t very subtle

He was very clearly spying on Li Qian

Shen Wei even turned around and looked directly at him and he tried to act like he just happened to be there and abandoned his motorcycle hahaha

I love how even 10,000 years ago this dude was still eating lollipops. An icon.

“I feel like we know each other from a long time ago”

Shen Wei:

Shen Wei: maybe we really have met before.....

Zhao: *laughs*

Shen Wei: ...👁👄👁

Zhao: bye

I love how that guy’s impulse when he bumped into the goth was to just wrap his arms around him

When Shen Wei saw that necklace, it got so intense omg

Omg that thing chasing them is so creepy

YO HOW DO YOU JUKE A GHOST????? ICONIC

That hand thing.......creepy. I love it.

“I won’t let it hurt you”

Punches through the door

Freddy Kruger vibes

Where did he go

He just disappeared after getting thrown from the roof. Wtf.

The dude taking pictures and filming LMAO

Ummm prof where did u go

I miss u

Who just flew from the sky with a freaking scythe

Where did shen wei go

The kid clutching the goth guy hahaha

“Where is Professor shen”

He’s just lying there dead like thanks for noticing

Ok episode 1 complete. Thank u for tuning into my brain.

#guardian #shen wei #guo changcheng #zhao yunlan #li qien #guardian watchthrough #mypost

[imagineurfavs]

Liquid Confidence

I'd like to submit a request for a drabble with GOT7 Youngjae, 37, 43, & 57. IMO, there just isn't enough for Youngjae...

Pairing: Youngjae (GOT7) x reader Prompts: “I’m not drunk enough to have this conversation” “Would a friend do this?” “Can you just shut up for 5 minutes please?” Summary: just a drunken confession lol Genre: Fluff?? idk really... Word Count: 1,485  A/N: this is beyond terrible im sorry im apparently terrible at writing anything with any kind of emotion sjghsjgns

Pushing your way through hordes of sweaty strangers, you make your way to the exit of whoevers house it was you were actually at. You’d only tagged along to this party because you had been assured you that your friend Youngjae would be here; but it didn’t look like he’d bothered to turn up. Without his desperately needed comic relief, you really didn't see any point in hanging around.

 Just as you reach the door and go to grab the handle, a clammy hand reached over and rested upon your own. You spun around expecting to see a red faced stranger ready to ply you with more alcohol in an attempt to get you to stick around. Instead, you were met with an equally red faced, and very drunk Youngjae “y/n!!!! I’ve been looking for you all night- I was hanging out in the kitchen then for some reason i ended up in the bathroom, I’ve been everywhere but I didn't see you so i thought you weren’t here but I spotted you from the other side of the room so i ca-” he rambled on, his sweaty hand still on yours atop the door handle.

“Wait. You’re leaving?” He stopped himself mid sentence to ask, spotting your hand still trying to turn the handle. With his eyes growing larger, the drunken giddiness on his face turns to a look of disappointment.

“Well yeah, I don’t really see any point in staying. I was waiting for you but honestly now I just think my social interaction meter has run out for today, I just wanna be somewhere quiet and ma-”

“Wait no. You can’t leave, I’ve got something to talk to you about, come with me.” He cut you off, now grabbing your hand and leading you through the rooms, making his way to the back door on the other side of the house.

Pushing open the door, you’re hit with a cold blast of crisp night air, the sounds from the inside vanishing slowly as the door closed behind you.

“Everyone went inside because it’s getting kinda cold out” Youngjae said with a nervous giggle as he let go of your hand, beckoning you to a garden table surrounded by worn out plastic lawn chairs. “Plus at least you can get a bit of quiet now” he continued, picking up a half empty class of unknown alcohol someone had left behind.

After a few minutes of relishing in the new quiet atmosphere, you turn to Youngjae, who was leaning back in his chair, staring blankly at the night sky, “What was it you wanted to talk to me about...?” You said across the table, breath hanging visible in the air.

“Oh...yeah, right, that” He answered, snapping back to reality and sitting upright, finishing what was left in the glass in one big gulp. Letting out a big sigh and leaning closer to you across the table. “y/n...I like you. Like...really like you...”

“Oh god, that was blunt...are you saying what I think you are..?” shifting uncomfortably in your seat you mumble with a sigh “I’m not drunk enough for this conversation.” trying to avoid eye contact, but you can still feel his gaze piercing into your cheek.

“Well” He draws in a long breath, trying to compose himself as much as possible “I am drunk enough and I really need to tell you. I promise it’s not just the alcohol talking, it might seem like it is but I promise it’s for real. I’m being serious.” Without looking you feel his hands shift closer to your own, barely touching, but close enough to feel the warmth radiating from them.

You keep your gaze locked firmly on the ground below the glass table, but listen as he speaks out loud. His stream of consciousness continues “I know you know what I’m gonna say y/n, we’ve been friends for such a long time, I know, but I really think I like you more than that, y’know? Like...we’re like peanut butter and jelly, Tom and Jerry...and other analogies I can’t think of because to be honest...I’m pretty hammered...” he trailed off with a giggle. “What I’m tryna say is, we’re inseparable... there’s no me without you...”

“I really need you to think about what you’re saying Youngjae, we’re friends...best friends I might even say.” You knew you should probably stop talking, but you couldn't stop your words coming out, before you knew it you were babbling right back at him “And I’m not saying that I’ve never thought about you in that way, I have, many times but like what if everything goes wrong and we end up hating each other, I dont want that to happen but like wha-”

“Can you just shut up for 5 minutes please?” He spoke clearly, the intoxication in his voice almost fully disappeared. “Are you saying you feel the same way y/n?” You could pretty much hear his massive grin in the tone of his voice, you wanted to see that smile so badly but you didn’t think you could face him.

“Well...I don’t know. Maybe” You hear the sound of the plastic chair moving across the patio and Youngjae standing from his seat “I mean, yeah, I guess I do...but we’re friends Youngjae, I don’t wanna lose that...ah, I dunno...”

Before you could look up, you see his feet directly in front of you, he crouches down so his face is inches from yours. Taking your chin with his thumb, he lifts your face so your eyes meet with his own.

“Would a friend do this?” He spoke with a shaky breath, leaning forward to plant a soft kiss on your lips. An overwhelming taste of alcohol on his lips is the first thing that hits you, replaced slowly by his overwhelming warmth. Suddenly the cold air felt like a hot summers day. 

The kiss was sloppy, but meaningful. Messy, yet innocent. With every move of his lips against yours, the world around you began to feel further and further away. One of his hands rested on your shoulders whilst your own cupped his soft flushed cheeks. His free hand sat comfortably on your thigh, drawing small circles with his thumb.

Even with the awkward crouched position he was in, you felt his body relax next to yours, deepening the kiss as he leaned in closer to you. Every movement of his lips telling you everything he never had the courage to admit to you before. 

Your moment was cut short by the door being flung open, a rowdy friend of yours practically falling out on to the patio next to you. Youngjae pulls his lips away from you, but keeps his hand protectively on your shoulders, pulling you closer to him.

“Ooooooooh...whats t-this...did I interrupt you two...hah- sorry...it was about time you two got together though...we’ve all been waiting for you both to ad- admit you like each other loooooooool...sorry- pretend I was never here..” They said as they stumbled backwards, quickly tried to make their way back indoors.

“Well...now I’m embarrassed” you mumbled quietly, head hanging low.

“To be honest” Youngjae replied laughing “I’m more embarrassed they said lol out loud. You’ve got nothing to worry about. Plus like they said, it was about time anyway”

He moved slowly to his feet, offering you his hand as he stands. “Come on, you wanna get out of here?”

“What exactly are you insinuating?” you laughed, standing up, ready to make your way out.

“What?!?” I’m not suggesting anything like that!” He answered with a jokingly shocked expression on on his face, “You said before that you wanted to go somewhere quiet...and I wanna be with you, so I thought we could both go somewhere together, yeah?”

As you make your way back through the house, you’re met with the laughter filled cheers of your intoxicated friends as they spot you walking hand in hand with Youngjae. You turn to him just as you reach the door you very nearly walked out of earlier, met with the crescent eyed smile of your...friend?...boyfriend...?

“We’re totally dating now by the way, we’ve kissed and everything, it’s the law” He places one last very dramatic peck on your lips, one that he obviously wanted everyone close by to see. After causing chaos you quickly scurried out of the house to the sounds of yet more rowdy excited cheers. 

The night was bitterly cold, but you didn’t care; you’d stay out all night if it meant getting to stay with Youngjae even an hour longer. Before you were even aware, the boy had let go of your hand and was removing his jacket, draping it carefully over your shoulders. “I wanted to do that earlier, but I didn't wanna let go of your hand” he admitted quietly as you continue strolling peacefully though the dimly light suburban streets.

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a/n lets just pretend i ended this on some super sweet note and didnt just cut it off randomly bc I apparently have no idea how to end things lmao sorry 

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