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almalvo · 8 months
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About An Official Spiderverse Artist...
Please do not just scroll past this post; read it.
If you guys follow me on twitter, you probably already know.
But if you dont or still want to read this anyway - here you go:
I aint big, but I got a growing platform that I see as important for me to use as a force for things that matter.
So here I am.
And I got something to say about a certain "artist".
There are so many fucked up people who call themselves artists who are so heavily worshipped by us who both get and or dont get outed in the world for things they do and for their general piss-poor behaviours and persons.
Im here to talk about one in particular (and certainly wont be the last).
There is an artist that basically EVERYONE here has seen art from before, printed in the official Sony artbooks too.
If you have seen this:
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Then you have seen this artist before.
His name is Alberto Mielgo. He goes by @/pinkman_himself on twitter.
He is a HUGE part of the art direction and stylisation of the spiderverse movies, if that isnt already obvious. Because he was the former original art director of Into The Spiderverse.
Yes. Former.
Cuz he got "mYsTeRiOuSlY fiReD" from Sony 2 years into pre-production and completely removed from the project.
You may have also seen this character before:
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Yes. THAT asian character from Netflix's Love Death + Robots, from the episode "The Witness".
Familiar? Yeah. Because this episode was also made by the same guy, Mielgo.
I aint going to talk about what happens in that episode and hesitate to encourage anyone to watch it - cuz all it basically is is a megalo-misogynistic, assault "glorified for the sake of aRtT", racially fetishised showcase of this crazy makeup/haired bdsm stereotyped asian girl sex worker who essentially gets murdered over and over and over after running for her life completely naked through the city for all of us to see for some fucking reason.
BUt yeah anyways, you can see it in the first pic, but Ill put it here to show more clearly - this here is NOT the character from LDR. But I can understand why you might think so:
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Yeah. You read that name in the bottom right corner correctly. This is Peni Parker. His concept art of Peni Parker. A 13 YEAR OLD CHILD. Lookin suspiciously like and dressed as the adult person from LDR with ALSO the crazy hair, make up - WITH AN O-RING CHOKER AND BALL-GAG LIPSTICK (BDSM).
13. year. old. child.
This man only sees east asian women this way.
He likes them crazy, sexy, broken--
and young.
Cuz this man also wrote this on a now-deleted post on his website:
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Yeah. He, this whole ass middle-aged white cishet male spaniard thirstin for kids since he was 18 for 12 year old girls.
Cuz 12 year old girls are a fuckin "KNOCK OUT" when they grow up, when they ripen up into adulthood, to this man Alberto Mielgo, aka @/pinkman_himself, this creature.
And if auctioning NFTs isnt bad enough (cuz yes, ofc he does that too - its literally the first option on his website) -
His entire fucking portfolio is of drawing women he had sex with.
His fucking PROFESSIONAL PORTFOLIO is all of painting and drawing women in very compromising, questionable ways of the VERY SAME WOMEN HE HAD SLEPT WITH THROUGH HIS LIFE.
They look as creepy as they are.
But the scariest part?
While I myself had only just found out about this some days ago as of writing this, some of us have known about this man and his antics for years.
And he keeps getting greenlit by the industry, over and over and over; winning awards, getting respected, praised, admired, even by fellow at-home artists like many of you out there if you dont already do so.
And nothing will happen to him cuz he is a white cishet male artist who has money and a following and connections and influence and power.
So yeah.
I just wanted to talk about a certain official Spiderverse artist to just let yall know there are freaks everywhere, and that no matter how small it is, it's people like me and you who need to do what we can to keep up awareness and warn our communities and protect our most vulnerable.
My suggestion is to take heed of what I said, ask questions about everything you will ever see again from anyone around you, no less the industry, THINK for once, and actually give a fuck.
Keep away.
Do not support this man.
But the decision is ultimately yours.
Stay awake, yall.
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(His face, publicly available as his imdb profile):
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scary.
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maplesyrupsainz · 4 months
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˖⁺。˚⋆˙ur my northern star | CL16˖⁺。˚⋆˙
pairing: charles leclerc x singer y/n reader (she/her)
genre: social media au, established relationship, relationship on the rocks
warnings: fluff!! mention of violence aka punching 👊 thts all. this is part 2 of coz i cant sleep in hotel rooms <3
summary: in which they do all they can to try to mend the broken parts in their relationship
a/n: did anyone even ask for a part 2 be real but i couldn't leave it like i did so i hope u like it regardless 😭 sorry to lando norris for making him my enemy but also am i sorry
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my masterlist
part 1!!!
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f1updates charles leclerc spotted out recently with friends following crash in the monaco grand prix and his alleged breakup with y/n y/l/n.
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user1 i miss y/n
user2 why are we in charlesy/n limbo rn
user3 fr i jus need to know what's going on
user4 he's better without her imo
charles_leclerc posted a story
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lilymhe sending u all my love
charles_leclerc thank you lily
lilymhe have you spoken to y/n?
charles_leclerc i will see her when im back in monaco, i believe she is waiting for me before returning to the uk
lilymhe ❤️❤️
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yourusername so dont drive away .. u dont know how much i need u
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landonorris meow
yourusername strange boy
landonorris :)
user5 he is never beating the norizz accusations
user6 i miss u y/n
yourusername miss you all, working on some stuff :)
user7 😭 i jus know that any new y/n music is going to break my heart
arthur_leclerc maman asked are you coming to dinner tonight
yourusername well of course
user8 OH???
user9 charles probably isnt there isnt he in paris this weekend with pierre??
user10 THE CAPTION??!
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charles_leclerc 🇫🇷🥖🥐☕️❤️
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user11 so nice to see charles doing well 🥹
pierregasly eiffel for u
charles_leclerc nice one
user12 we miss you charles ❤️
user13 i need him & y/n back together 😭
user14 leave him alone on his own post fr
user13 doubt he's reading all the comments 👍
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f1wagupdates lando norris and y/n y/l/n seen out together in monaco today following y/n's breakup rumours from charles leclerc.
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user14 grid bunnyy
user15 can a girl not have friends now
user16 scummy after leaving the paddock after charles' crash
pierregasly no way lol
user17 pierre??
user18 pierre's comment lolll everyone knows lando has been thirsting for y/n since before her & charles got together
user19 embarrassing like she does not want you bro
landonorris
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landonorris celebrating for celebrating's sake
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user18 urmm?
yourusername such a fun night out i rly needed some fun with friends <3!!
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pierregasly hahah delete this.
arthur_leclerc for real
landonorris ?
yourusername private texts exist
pierregasly sorry y/n/n
user19 omg
user20 are they all arguing or is it a joke hahah
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f1wagupdates charles leclerc and y/n y/l/n seen tonight in monaco sharing a tender embrace outside a restaurant following a meal together. sources say it seemed like an emotional conversation and are not sure of the outcome. we are sending all of our love to charles and y/n at this time!
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user28 OH MY GOD MY PARENTS
user29 omg i feel so awful for them going thru whatever this is in the public eye😭
user30 my poor y/n/n
user31 she's been fine frolicking with lando lol
user32 i think if charles is ok with her then nothing happened lol.
user33 my favourite f1 couple of all time
user34 she's the best wag fr
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f1wagupdates sources claim they caught charles leclerc and y/n y/l/n out in monaco tonight kissing! alleged rumours due to images not being clear enough to prove identities but we have our fingers crossed for the couple
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user42 omg i hope this is real
user43 my babies🥹🥹🥹
user44 my parents🥹🥹🥹
user45 hope this is fake lol im tired of her
user46 lol why?? she hasnt even done anything
user47 she cheated on charles
user48 SINCE WHEN???
user49 some of u need to keep y/n's name out ur mouth
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yourusername my lifelines .. london is lonely so lonely without uuu
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user50 i thought she was in monaco
user51 i think she is it's jus a reference to one of her songs
yourbff i love you & i am so proud of u
yourusername thank u my sweet girl!
lilymhe u own my heart
yourusername and im never giving it back
user52 i love y/n & lily's friendship ❤️
user53 the best f1 wags of all time
user54 omg she's just a girl like us guys
user55 no fr she is so cottagecore cosy girl
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yourbff i love you
yourusername i love you more
lilymhe I CANT WAIT TO SEE YOU GUYS
yourusername me too come over ASAP
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yourusername ❤️
landonorris can we talk soon?
charles_leclerc fuck off lando you've done enough
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lilymhe beautiful night for a beautiful girl
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user59 WTF CHARLES AND Y/N KISSING
charles_leclerc thanks lily
yourusername i giggled
lilymhe (re-)hard launching you guys cause u wont do it urselves
user60 omg my parents made it
user61 the way i love these ppl LOL
user62 my parasocial relationship with someone else's relationship is insane
alex_albon beautiful is one word for it
yourbff for the record i do not feel beautiful today
alex_albon you dont look it either
lilymhe take that back you evil boy
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yourusername my new song "into your room" is out now & available on all streaming platforms! this is the second single from my upcoming debut album thank u so much for all of the support i couldn't do any of this without u all ! live show announcements next i think?;)
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user67 OMG AN ALBUM
lilymhe SO proud of u cant wait till i can watch u live on ur own tour🥹
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user68 so glad i discovered u y/n ur so talented
user69 LIVE SHOWS PLZ PLZ❤️
user70 i will follow u ur my northern star😭
user71 throwing stones at ur window to get u to notice me😭
charles_leclerc ❤️
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user72 without u my soul is eternally doomed ur the centre of this universe my sorry ass revolves around you😭
user73 the way charlesy/n gave us the best songs
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charles_leclerc the rumours are not true
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yourusername i love you
charles_leclerc i love you and that's the only rumour that will ever be true
user74 MY PARENTS ARE BACK FOR GOOD
user75 never been so happy in my life
pierregasly thank god
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lilymhe i knew u guys would make it <3
landonorris happy for u both
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THE END ❤️
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Passion Hurt Pt 2 - LN
Part 1 here
Summary: Y/n Vettel has made it to F3, pressure is there being one of the only girls and the younger sister of a legend leaves her feeling pressure she hoped to avoid. Dating an F1 driver doesn't help with the scrutiny. However, reality likes to slap people in the face even when it's the last thing they need.
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There was no doctor's approval for her to get back in the car for the last race. She'd well and truly lost the F3 championship anyway but not being able to finish the season has ruined everything for her.
Lando can't reach her to pull her out the depth of her hurt.
Tensions have been growing and they're both struggling with it.
"Baby, there is always next season-"
"What if there's not? What if it hurts too much? What if I crash again? What if the doctors say no?" Y/n snaps stepping back when Lando tries to hold her. "Don't touch me. I'm fine."
Her hands are flat against the counter as she takes some heavy breaths. It's not the first time she's struggled to breath and felt pain. The doctors said it can happen in the recovery of a collapsed lung. But her rejection of Lando's help stings.
"I don't know what I can do for you, y/n. I just want to help and you're pushing me away." Lando admits hating that he's being so vulnerable about it. But he needs to keep the communication open and he knows that.
"There isn't anything you can do." Y/n mutters then opening her eyes after having closed them to try and endure the pain. "I think I'm going to visit my brother for a bit."
Aka leave Lando and no attend at least the next race with him. But with no specific time frame, Lando knows he might be saying goodbye to the most important relationship in his life right now.
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The whole team could tell there was something off with Lando. Singapore was good weekend but it really started to show in Lando's attitude out of the media that he's struggling without y/n there and while they've continued to be in daily contact.
It's not like it once was and that is making his chest begin to ache.
The Media begins to notice by Qatar that y/n is very much absent and Lando is really beginning to rip into himself, using his driving in Qatar and the deleted lap time for qualifying as a reason but those truly close to him know what this sadness and harsh attitude on himself is about.
"You have tortured him enough, y/n. You should be there for him." Seb states while y/n remains curled up on his sofa. "You miss him and we can all see that you only left because you don't want him to see you hurting."
Y/n swallows thickly, her whole body feeling so impossibly empty. She loves her brother and he does well to comfort her but he's not Lando and she realised in less than 24 hours after being there that life sucks without him.
"Go to him." Seb demands making her finally sit up and nod knowing her brother, annoyingly as many times before, is right.
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Lando isn't usually the type to wait at an airport but when he got the tearful phone call from y/n asking if she could come and be with him. He jumped at the opportunity to see her.
And when he spots her, she is running towards him. Her body slamming against his and tensing in physical pain but it doesn't stop her kissing him several times.
"I'm an asshole. I'm so sorry. I'm so so so sorry." Y/n states kissing again.
"Don't be so harsh on yourself, baby. You've done enough of that." Lando sighs while y/n swallows thickly leaning back to properly look at him for a moment. "Please don't cry."
"I'm trying not to...but I body slammed you and it kind of really hurt." Y/n laughs a little earning a smile. "Have I mentioned how much life sucks when you're not around?"
"No, but it makes me feel a lot better." Lando admits earning a small laugh. "F1 has missed you, baby. All the boys have been asking where you are and what you're doing...if you're ok."
"So what I'm hearing is, everyone prefers me over you." Y/n jokes before giggling.
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Y/n's reappearance in the paddock for the firs time since her accident. Everyone, and I mean everyone, was eager to see her. From the fans to the media to the drivers themselves.
"Y/n is back, you seem happier than ever. How is it having her back at the races?" The media asks making Lando nod and smile.
"I've missed her so much but I think she did need some times away to rest and just find a way to get over losing out on the F3 title. It really hurt her and being around this, it was hard." Lando admits since he'd talked to y/n and she said it was fine for him to address it.
"I think we all know that y/n has been the best driver in F3 and her crash was nothing of her own doing-oh y/n! Y/n! Could we pull you in for a chat with Lando?" The interviewer asks spotting y/n walk up to the entrance of the media pen clearly waiting for her boyfriend.
"Baby, come on. They want to talk." Lando smiles before she moves taking his hand then flushing when Lando holds her waist gently to keep her in front of him.
"Y/n, Lando was just telling us how you're feeling. But it's always good to hear straight from you. How are you? And where have you been these past few weeks?"
"I've actually been with my brother, Seb. But I'm feeling much better, still sore and the doctors still want me to take it easy, but I'm definitely going to hopefully be back next season. So watch out for that." Y/n nods though she doesn't know for certain and it's going to devastate her if she doesn't make it.
"That's great to hear. We were all very worried when we heard no response on your radio. It had Lando here very upset."
"Yeah, I haven't actually...uhhh...seen any of the footage like onboard, from the broadcast or anything. So I haven't actually got to see anything that happened. Guess I have some catching up to do." Y/n laughs a little before clearing her throat and shifting then feeling Lando's hold tighten on her a little to try and encourage her not to lose her confidence. "But yeah, just building back up to health."
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It took a lot of talks, a lot of conversations and at some points y/n had her doubts over her physical progress and recovery allowing for her to race at all in 2024.
But...
"Mark the date down, because today is the day is has been announced that Y/n Vettel is driving for Prema racing in Formula 2 for 2024. Apparently the seat was completely dependant on her physical health but with doctors have said she's good to race and the FIA are happy to give the go ahead. What we all want to know is how long is it till she's in an F1 seat and could she be racing against her own boyfriend within a couple years too?"
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muldery · 4 months
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SHATTERED/EXPLODING TEXT tutorial
hiyaa! @krystaljungs asked me for a tutorial on how i made the shattering/exploding animation of the text in this gifset and so i figured i would make it and post it here, like i did with the tutorial for "falling" text.
i must warn you, this one is really tedious and requires a lot of time and patience. honestly maybe there is an easier way to do this but i didn't find any tutorials for when i needed it so i just went off my ps knowledge and did it myself.
note: you will need photoshop with a timeline!
STEP ONE: create your base gif! be mindful of number of frames in your gif. the number of frames doesn’t really matter here, but if your gif is bigger than 10mb and you have to go back to adjust it all again after you have to delete some layers....you might lose the will to live 😂
STEP TWO: make your text the way you want it to look. this effect is basically the last step of your gif making process. (i will be using the typography from my set as an example as i already have that psd saved)
this is what my typography looks like now.
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STEP THREE: now, you will create a new file (with background) and transfer the text you want to "shatter" in it.
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here is when things get tedious.......
tip: zoom in the document, it will be easier for you.
select polygonal lasso tool aka this
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STEP FOUR: before you start, you need to rasterize type layer. then you will have to "shatter" every letter into smaller pieces. using polygonal lasso tool, select a smaller part of your first letter.
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then you will click on that part with the right click of the mouse and selct layer via cut.
now you need to make sure that your new layer is selected and using the move tool move that part of the letter somewhere away.
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you will have to do this for every part of the letter and every letter. also move every new layer on top of other layers because they will line up better later like that. then create a new folder with every layer of said layers and rename it after the letter you're shattering. see below. (idk why my screenrecord didn't catch me making layers via cut but you should do that after the use of polygonal lasso tool, as stated above)
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note: feel free to şelect parts of other letters as you get one letter, for an even better effect.
this is what i have after "shattering" every letter. the lineup doesn't have to be perfect as you will arrange these parts in your main document. (click on images for full view)
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STEP FIVE: go back to your main document and make sure the visibility of your text is turned on.
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what you will do now is open the shattered text in the new window and transfer letter by letter (letter folders) to your main document. BUT after you transfer every folder, you need to rasterize EVERY layer and convert it to a smart object. i made an action for this part to make it easier. download here.
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(okay i really don't know why my screenrecord doesn't show "pop-up" windows but i was moving the C folder from the document where i shattered the text and then used my action on every layer)
after you transfer the folder to your main document and rasterize and convert to smart object, select the folder and use Free Transform to move it so it aligns with the letter from your complete typography. then you will select each layer and align it with the typography. see below. (click on the gif, i made it bigger so you can see better)
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i did this one hastily so the recording wouldn't be too long but i'm hoping you can see what i'm doing.
now, do this for every letter.
after that is done, make the original typography layer invisible, and you should have something like this
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STEP SIX: another really tedious part BUT it's time to animate the text.
make your timeline space bigger so it's easier for you to work with it. then select the first layer and click on the arrow next to it (in timeline) so Transform is revealed to you.
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now, you don't want the animation to start from the very beginning of the gif, but a bit later so the text is readable before it shatters.
for example, i did mine like this, but that is your personal preference.
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note: make sure that all animations start at the same time.
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tip: do this for all layers in one folder before you transform them, as it will go faster.
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STEP SEVEN: bring the playhead (blue arrow with the red line) to the end of your gif and select one layer in timeline.
now it's time to transform it. use Free Transform (windows shortcut ctrl+T) and drag the part a bit away and rotate it. press enter.
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okay ignore the way my text moved upwards, i used the text i used in my edit and i did that animation in the upper part of the gif and i was too lazy to redo the whole animation lmaoo but i hope you can see what i'm doing with the letter C.
do this for every letter. play around with placing and rotation. then save your gif. when you're done, you should have something like this.
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again, i was too lazy to redo the whole thing on this new gif so i'm using the one from my gifset i linked in the beginning.
i hope this was understandable and helpful. if you have ANY questions, don't hesitate to shoot me an ask or dm me! i'm always here to help <33
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lokilaufeysonr · 12 days
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This will be my only post on this account @foreverlokislove changed recently now as @lady-0f-mischief aka @loki-prince-of-the-darkness changed recently as @loki-kingofdreams (+ all these accounts which will be listed at the end of the post).
Because unfortunately I have no choice after this person's feedback. We repeat, these accounts are the same person. Who continues to deny the facts from this signal post, while the evidence by screenshots are there. I was also a victim of her trap unintentionally. Victims gave the same procedure without knowing each other. Everyone explained that they had been trapped by this blog. Received same anonymous insulting messages. Then pressure messages from new blogs in bubble chat, which will then be deactivated. It's all the same, In summary:
If you want to understand something but she doesn't like it, it's bullying. If you say something she doesn't like, it's bullying. When you ask a question she doesn't like, it's bullying. And will say that we are trying to fight with her. If writing to that person is bullying in the end, where does that leave us?
She will then say that we are playing on her situation with her 'dead' sister etc. And that this behavior is unacceptable.
Then you receive anonymous hate messages ten minutes after she interacted to you in her blog/tchat. Also, one of these alts will insult you of "dick assholes" via posts/replies in your posts. When you point out this coincidence to her, she'll deny that it wasn't her.
She talks to herself and sends her own messages with the multitude of accounts she has created.
She'll create new alts (without changing icon or whatever) pretending to be a random person to send you or your mutuals friends pressure and insulting messages and then delete it. And keep going.
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Even random people as @tardisesandtitans who just share the post will be attacked anonymously by messages like this.
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This blog dares to say that she's been bullied but unable to give a single proof. She doesn't hesitate to intimidate and insult us and these victims at every opportunity in her accounts. Like, "such a d*ck" / "b*tches" / "losers" / "assh*le" / "fat b*tch" / "grow up" / "you are not good person" / "children" etc etc…. hum.
An example, looking closely at the tags, they are from these two "different" blogs, it's the same process (#loki #and #tom hiddleston), it's the same person.
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This person and her "sister" say being part of the "Loki fandom" but hate Tom Hiddleston and Zawe Ashton, thank you @justzawe to let us show this. She later deactivated this account.
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Gives many different versions, her "sister" is dead and suddenly has to find her?!
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It's far too serious to remain silent after all the testimonials I've received. There are a lot of people affected who have experienced the same thing. We never thought it was so serious what we discovered with @fang-venkas.
All we're doing is denouncing things. And those people who had the courage to tell me about it allowed it to happen, because they were too afraid of the consequences. If some want to remain anonymous it proves what this blog can do. And we've had new cases thanks to that. That's the whole point.
In no way are we asking you to harass this blog (and thank you, nobody does), but to block it and her alts accounts. It's prevention, because if you fall into her trap, that's over, she's going to turn the arrow in the other direction and make yourself look like the bad person in the situation, make you feel guilty about nothing, and harass for a long time.
Since the signal post we've had people come up with their own situations with these blogs that are the same person. We didn't show everything, but it's crazy what we learned. Also, if you look carefully it's only the blogs in the list that will share or like her posts to 'defend' her on this subject. No others. We force no one to believe us, we put the facts/evidence. So here's the list we know and very important to block!
(now) lady-0f-mischief / foreverlokislove
(now) loki-kingofdreams / loki-prince-of-the-darkness
lokis-lil-queen
lokisladylove89
lokisbabygurl
berrymischief
darkhairedvilliansimp
anonymouscloud69
queenbymischief
laufeysons-girl
yomaaner
ebony-fire-sign-85
(new) missladyebony
If unfortunately in the past you had to deal with this person/blog(s) too, don't hesitate to talk about it in @lokihiddleston or @fang-venkas inbox. Your own experience will be invaluable in demonstrating this case even further. Finally, reblogging this post is important to get the message across.
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I performed major surgery on Ludwig today! (And I hope tumblr doesn't mangle the video quality too bad!)
As usual... INFODUMP MODE ACTIVATED--
I will preface this by saying that there is probably a better way to do what I've done here - but I definitely learned a lot while doing it this way!
One thing that has always bugged me about this model is the fact that the suspenders are were not in their own bodygroup.
For those who haven't worked with the models, a 'bodygroup' is basically a part or variant of the model that can be hidden if desired. This can be used to hide or swap appearances - the medigun backpack is its own bodygroup, for example. Ludwig's shirt-and-pants outfit is also its own bodygroup.
One of the really cool things about bodygroups is that they can be toggled on and off at any time, and they will respect whatever pose you've been working on. So if you suddenly decide you want the backpack after all, you can just turn it back on, and it will appear in the appropriate spot for the pose you have.
I could just use the shirt-and-pants bodygroup if I want to get rid of the suspenders, but I really like the labcoat. I've always wanted to be able to use the labcoat without the suspenders, because they have a tendency to twist in weird ways and just generally be a bit problematic in some poses, especially when the arms are raised.
Unfortunately, you can't just toggle them off like you can with the backpack... and you also can't just select the vertices of the suspenders, delete them and call it a day... because they're fused directly into the model. If you rip them out, you leave a huge hole in the model, as you'll see in the video.
Well, today, I decided to see if I could fill that hole in, and actually make it look good. In this particular case, filling in Ludwig's hole is not as fun or easy as it sounds!
You can't just snap polygons in there and expect it to immediately look right - you also have to do some very careful UV editing as well. The UV map that already exists is pretty complicated, and very hard to fix if you fuck it up. You have to splice these new polygons into the existing UV map as non-destructively as you can.
I started by selecting all the vertices that belonged to the suspenders and clips. I made sure to assign those to a vertex group, just in case I accidentally de-selected them. Keeping a vertex group going is a great way to save your progress while you're cherry-picking vertices like this.
Once I had the suspenders completely selected, I didn't delete them - I went into the right-click menu and chose 'Separate'. This takes the selected polygons and converts them into a whole new object.
There are two extremely cool things about the Separate feature: It retains the materials/textures that those polygons had... AND it remains bound to whatever armature (AKA posing controls) the original model might have had attached to it.
(At least, with the mercs, it does. I don't know if this is a default behavior of Blender, but my god, it's amazing.)
That means that as soon as I separated the suspenders... I had a new bodygroup. The suspenders still responded to posing properly, even while invisible!
But now I was left with the giant gaping hole carved around Ludwig's shoulders and back. Filling in all this missing geometry was the next challenge.
I proceeded by creating new polygons by hand, trying to more or less match the style of the surrounding topology. The mercs are made out of triangles, so I mostly made triangles. I tried to make it as symmetrical as possible on both sides.
Then came the REALLY hard part... getting the texturing to look correct.
Within the UV editor, I flailed around for a bit, trying to just 'eyeball' it and get the new polygons in the right place, but that just wasn't really working. I knew there must be a better way of doing it. And that's when I discovered that UV vertices are not the same as the model's vertices. UV vertices can be merged together without affecting the model itself.
That meant I could take the UV map of this new geometry and sew it directly into the existing map with minimal disturbance to the surrounding areas!
So, one by one, I started fusing vertices together. Carefully, painstakingly, lovingly stitching Ludwig back up. Making sure every texture was lined up as seamlessly as possible. I wanted to make it look like a professional did it.
Now, I'm not a professional, so I don't know for sure if I succeeded, but I am pretty damn happy with the results. And you can see at the end there that the suspenders do follow the posing when they're turned back on!
And since I did this to the version of the model that gets imported into new projects, that means I now permanently have this ability to toggle the suspenders on and off.
And that's how I learned how to make bodygroups!
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So we have part 2 of stylized Cookies, pretty much all from today other than bird girls
I feel like I did better yesterday, but also I haven’t seen yesterday’s drawing since yesterday, so I don’t really remember if it was
I was planning on drawing the Hollyberry family, but because I got stuck on Jungleberry (I deleted her so you can’t see), that didn’t end up happening. Funny enough, I was also like “I have no clue what to do for White Lily and Pure Vanilla so they’re probably not gonna be drawn for a while”, but what got me to draw more today was ideas for White Lily, and Pure Vanilla came along later
To be honest, White Lily and Pure Vanilla probably still need some tweaking before I color them. I’m still not really sure what I’m doing with White Lily’s hair, and for Pure Vanilla I feel like I haven’t done enough outside of the eyes and the hat. Maybe it’s because I gave him an oval head? I wasn’t really sure what head shape to give him other than it not being one I already used
Speaking of their eyes, White Lily’s are supposed to be pink with white irises, and Pure Vanilla is supposed to have no irises, but solid yellow and blue. Which when I was drawing looked somewhat unsettling, which is funny because since I draw so many Cookies, that’s usually normal now
Also also, I now want to make a purelily kid that combines their features, aka White Lily’s half shadow face and Pure Vanilla’s small non iris eyes. They’d look like the comedy mask. And probably also somewhat like Shadow Milk
As for the Hollyberry family, I think Holly herself looks good, and the other two look alright. Princess probably needs more tweaking. I wanted to give them a running trait of not just dot eyes, but leaves in their hair. I’m thinking that every Hollyberrian has leaves in their hair, since they’re berries. I am struggling with Royal Berry and Princess’, since the best place to it their leaves is where they have something else, aka their crown and heart pins
To be honest I want to make it so that Princess is half berry half candy, so that maybe she could not have to have the leaves, but I like Jungleberry and don’t want to get rid of her or turn her into a candy, so oh well
I drew Red Velvet because I was struggling with White Lily and Pure Vanilla. I gave him a triangle head because someone somewhere on my first page said something about Golden Cheese having a triangle face because the Cakes, so why not give the half cake Cookie a triangle head as well?
Also with Red Velvet I definitely took liberties in redesigning him, like with the hair and horns, but I don’t think he looks necessarily bad? As least not by the end
I also drew him with Dark Choco because darkvelvet is a thing I know. Though to be honest, while I draw it, I’m not sure how much I like it. Like in theory I like it, it’s not bad, it’s just that I don’t think I get it. Like as far as I can tell they can only be doomed by the narrative because Dark Choco leaves, but maybe I’m interpreting Red Velvet’s character wrong. It’s been over a year since I watched his story. And also I’m not sure what draws people to the ship? Like darklico for example I can get for various reasons, but I don’t know about darkvelvet
Oh yeah, Licorice is here too. Forgot about that. Well I tried to make his head oval shaped because it’s sort supposed to look like a skull? Or a cartoony skull. Same with his eyes and mouth, they’re supposed to be somewhat skull-y. I didn’t draw his actual skulls though because I’m lazy and it’s a small drawing. I think he turned out pretty good though
I think maybe next page I should focus on more random characters outside of the Ancients. Maybe that’ll help the creative freedom
Anyways yeah, I think that’s it for now
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Regarding the issues surrounding the Kindergarten Mafia discord server, a large fandom server mostly dedicated to the kinnporsche fandom. It is an issue that encompasses multiple events and many other people have been hurt who I do not want to speak for, so this will not be the full picture, just a part of my part. If anyone reads this and has questions, they can reach out to me.
I am Will/Logan, also known as Sweet-William in fanfic circles, and I am not making this post because I have a vendetta, or to be malicious, as some of my previous actions have been called by the moderators of the server. I am making it because I have the right to speak on my experiences (as others I hope will speak up and share theirs, now that they know they are not alone), and because I want to warn people so what happened to me does not happen to them.
I am also making this post because @accal1a aka Hann the admin of the server has refused to delete content created by myself and many of my friends from the server, all of who left because they like me felt unsafe. The original request was sent by proxy as Hann has me blocked, and though they said they would unblock me so we could discuss it, they never did. As a writer I take it seriously when my work, and also details of my personal life, are taken. When I even offered to go through and delete it all myself if temporarily given access to the server, my messages were completely ignored.
The server is not a safe place for people of colour. It is not a place safe from racism, or xenophobia, and its leadership has historically been and continues to this day, to perpetuate racism in fandom spaces and shelter people who have hurt others with no real repercussions, accountability, or transparency.
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The original issue was the result of this conversation between myself and Rachael, one of the moderators. I earlier stepped into a conversation where several microaggressions occurred regarding native american culture. As a Native, it was my right to speak up.
After this conversation I was urged to bring the issue directly to Hann, and from there the issues spiralled out of control. Hann originally was very supportive, and we became what I thought to be close friends. They made many reassurances Rachael would be held accountable, and changes would be made to the server to make it a safer place for pocs.
Rachael was never actually held accountable. Even when it came to light she had messaged me to issue the warning while lying to the rest of the mod team that she had "checked in on me" to see if I was alright after the incident. This was not the only time she secretly issued warnings to people, usually to defend her friends.
She was "demoted" but in actuality, the entire mod team was restructured and she simply was not on the top rung. Over the next two months many things happened, most of which are not my story to tell, and then it came to light Rachael had even further lied and never issued any warning or otherwise spoke to the person originally being racist in a mod capacity, this person being her friend, and refused to show what messages she did actially send.
To avoid any punishment she tried to "step down" as a mod before a choice could be made. And this was allowed. She was allowed to step down and continue to be in the server with no one knowing the actual story or that she couldn't be trusted and had abused her position.
After an incredibly vague statement was posted by the mod team regarding Rachael no longer being a mod, I broke and posted the conversation publicly and laid out the actual events. This was met with an overwhelming negative backlash, where it became clear to me this was a community where I was not safe, and any poc speaking up and calling for accountability would be seen as malicious and rocking the boat unnecessarily, while the moderators just watched on in silence.
The few moderators who were advocating for the poc server members were promptly fired, and though at one point a timeline vaguely outlining the events was posted, it and all evidence of what happened to me has since been deleted. And while Rachael originally left saying I was obviously trying to run her off the server, she has already returned at the urging of Hann.
Protecting people of colour and standing up to racism and xenophobia was never a priority in the kingergarten mafia server. And now that Hann has escalated to stealing work from people of colour that they have absolutely no right to, I am speaking up.
Respect us, be an ally, or face the consequences of what your community looks like with us gone.
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When the Levee Breaks (pt. 1)
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Daryl Dixon x OFC
The one in which a stripper that used to know Merle and Daryl shows up at the Atlanta camp. Daryl’s feelings are complicated but mostly he hates her. Right?
Chapt. Setting: Atlanta camp
Chapt. Warnings: degrading and sexist language, season 1 Daryl, he’s not nice in this, probably won’t be for a while. 
Word count: 1600 
A/N : (aka authors warning) this is written in Daryl’s POV soOo idk. Probably not everyone’s bag. Maybe it’s no one’s bag. These first three chapters are kinda rough and I’m sorry but I can only proofread my own stuff so many times before I either post it or delete it forever.
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17+ mdni for the whole story
After stringin’ a few squirrels for dinner I figure I should get back to camp. ‘m breakin’ through the tree line, and that’s when I see her.  Beatle. Beatle, for the first time in… shit, who knows? Definitely years, I’m not exactly sure how many. Beatle, just fuckin’ sittin’ at my fire. Like somehow she knew it was mine and showed up just to take it from me. Just sittin’. Smile on her face like she belongs there. She doesn’t. She doesn’t belong at this camp, with these people. Shit, Beatle doesn’t even belong alive if I’m bein’ honest. 
No one in this fuckin’ camp can hunt worth a damn.  They’re gonna expect me to feed ‘em, ain’t they? Eventually. Eventually the food’ll run out and it’ll just be me feedin’ fuckin’ everyone. M’not doin’ it. I’m not doin’ shit for ‘em anymore. Why should I? Left my brother on that roof to rot. Naw, I’ll hunt for my damn self. Don’t even know why I’m still fuckin’ here. Should be out findin’ Merle. Honestly, don’t even know why I’m not.
Even before the dead started walkin’. I figured her days were numbered since the first fuckin’ time I met ‘er. Drunk as hell, eyes glassy, loud annoying voice barkin’ like a damn dog. Just yap yap yappin at Merle and me, tits half hangin’ outta her bikini top. Ones cinched in the string like she’d just forgotten to take ‘em out from her last time around the bar. A dumb drunk bitch, Beatle. Stupid fuckin’ stripper name. Who’s dick gets hard over a stripper named Beatle? 
I watch her, just for a second, checkin’ to see if maybe it’s not really her. But it is. ‘Course it fuckin’ is. 
Shane’s the first person I see that’s not doin’ anything, going through some clothes in a duffel bag in the back of a van, figure he might know, “Where the fuck did she come from?” Pointing toward Beatle, her back to us, fifty yards away. Stupid purple hair blowing all over the damn place. 
Shane looks to see who I’m pointing at, but who the fuck else is new at camp? His eyes finally land on Beatle before looking back at me like he’s trying to fight the smile on his damn face, “Why? You interested?”
I’m tryin’ not to lose my shit that she’s even fuckin’ here. “Nah…” I shake my head, “I know ‘er.”
Shane looks up, surprised maybe, and then not. Looking from Beatle back to me again, eyeing us up. “Yeah, makes sense.” 
I squint back at ‘im, “S’that supposed ta mean?” 
He shrugs, making a face, before smiling again, folding another shirt into his pack, “Just that you look like you might know eachother.” He doesn’t say more but I know what he’s not sayin. “Is all.” He adds on the end just to reiterate. 
He means we’re both fuckin redneck trash to anyone who looks at us. I look back over at her, startin’ to get real mad at this jarhead dickhead. Not for her or nothin’. Even if he’s right, he don’t gotta say it. Or maybe it was the way he said it. Or the way he didn’t say it. Like a fuckin’ pussy. 
A part of me feels like standin’ up for myself. Hell, a part of me feels like stickin’ up for Beatle. But, shit, it’s not even worth it.
I cough up a lougie and spit it close to his foot. “So where’d she come from?” I’m fuckin’ repeating myself. I hate fuckin’ repeating myself. 
“Think she just wandered in. Must’ve been lost in the woods or something. Ask Rick. He seems to know everything.”
Can’t keep myself from crackin’ at his petty comment. Always so fuckin’ loud with his contempt, makin’ the situation obvious to anyone with eyes. Messy. 
I decide I’m gonna ask ‘er. She’s gonna see me eventually. Better I approach her first, right? Don’t need to get football tackled in the middle of doin’ somethin’ else when she sees me for the first time. So I pull out a cigarette and start walkin’ over.
She’s talkin’ to Andrea. She fuckin’ would. Both of them loud dumb bitches. Talking about all the dumb shit they miss since everything’s turned to shit. Not talkin’ about people or nothin’ important. Just bullshit like getting your damn nails done, and eating fuckin’ ice cream. 
“Where’d you fuckin’ come from?” Sayin it louder than I meant. More aggressive than I thought my voice would sound. Usually fuckin’ is, though.  The laughing between Andrea and Beatle stops and they look over at me, just standing there waitin’ for it to register. Waitin’ for Beatles reaction. Starin’ ‘er the fuck down like she doesn’t fuckin’ belong here. She doesn’t. 
Beatles eyes light up, getting up from her chair and runnin’ over to me like she’s never been more excited to see someone in her whole damn life. I try to brace myself, but she still rocks me backward as she jumps on me, “Daryl!” Should have stopped her, could have moved just right out of the way. But nah, I let her. 
I don’t hug her back though, just push her off and let her own feet catch her. Dumb bitch doesn’t know personal boundaries. Her voice so close to my ear, “Damn, don’t look so happy to see me.”
Happy to see her? I’m not. Didn’t think I could be so unhappy to see a familiar face in my whole fuckin’ life. But she wasn’t letting that stop her, never fuckin’ did. “I was lost, found this camp. They said I could stay.” She explains, her voice high and happy and annoying as it ever was. At least she’s not drunk. 
Everyone around the fire had gone back to what they were doing. Not watchin’ us anymore. They could probably see as well as Shane that it was obvious how we knew eachother. Well, maybe not exactly how. But they probably had a good idea. 
I dunno what to say to her explanation, so I don’t say nothin’. And she just stands next to me, too close, clearly not gettin’ the hint that I didn’t really wanna talk to her. Just wanted to know why she was here. Now I know. She wasn’t gettin’ that she could and should just go back to her conversation with Andrea about ice skating, or cocktails, or what the fuck ever. 
“What about you?” Her voice quieter for fuckin’ once. 
I shake my head, blowing smoke out, “Merle and me, met up with everyone...” I don’t feel like explaining it, so I don’t. 
Beatle’s lookin’ up at me, her big eyes all wide and excited like a dumbass deer too stupid to move out of traffic, “Merle’s here?” 
This coil of disgust, I feel it snaring it’s way through my abdomen. Yeah, that’s the feeling Beatle usually gives me. Back like it never fuckin’ left. “Nah, not anymore. Sorry to dry your cunt.” 
Beatle says “Ew” fast. Like she’s so disgusted by my vocabulary. Like she isn’t just as crude, the things I heard that little mouth of hers say. 
“He’s not…” she means dead.
“Nah, hes not dead.” Usually this is where I talk something nice about Merle, about how he’s a tough sunuvabitch or some other shit. But not to Beatle. Beatle already knows, and for some reason talking about Merle with her makes me.. fuck… whatever. 
Glancing over, it looks like Beatle’s finally got the hint that I don’t wanna talk to her. She probably really was excited to see me, and I almost feel bad for a second. Before she puts her grubby fuckin’ hand in my face and asks if she can have a cigarette. Needy fuckin’ bitch. 
I laugh right in her face. At the gall of her. That at the end of it all, of everything; she was still trying to get some fuckin’ handout. “Naw.”
“Oh, come on, Daryl, please? I haven’t had one in days!” As if I give a shit what she has or hasn’t had. Hasn’t seen me in years and wants to ask for favors? 
I keep draggin’ on my cigarette, blowin’ the smoke out, and m’not smiling anymore, “I said naw. I don’t see your tits out, why would I give you anything?” Fuck repeating myself.
“You wanna see my tits?” She says it like it’s actually a question. Like she really fuckin’ believes that I’m askin’. 
“You’re a dumb bitch, Beatle, y’know tha’?” I shake my head at her, laughin’ at her again. She’s fuckin’ ridiculous.  Taking another drag I realize the cig is trash, and I almost throw the butt into the fire but decide to hand it to her instead. 
She takes it, with needy fingers like I knew she fuckin’ would. Trying to hide my smile at how fuckin’ pathetic she always seems to be.  Watching her take my trash like it’s fuckin’ gold. She drags it once, I can smell the filter burning and she throws it in the fire. “Next time maybe you’ll share one with me?” Her voice is so sweet it makes me sick. Like I didn’t just call her a dumb bitch to her face. 
Saccharine and fake, that’s how she’s always been. All her cute little movements and motions, all just tryin’ to work me up so I’ll share my smokes or listen to her dumbass whine about anything and everything. Annoying.
“Prolly not.” And I’m already walking away from the fire. From Beatle. Going back to my tent and praying to god, Jesus Christ, don’t let her follow. 
Chewin’ on what she said. Lost, huh? See? Didn’t even belong alive. 
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ONE YEAR OF "AND THEY WERE LAB PARTNERS" ✨✨✨
Thank you to everyone who participated in the one year anniversary poll!! I still maintain that it would be funny as /fuck/ to just delete “And They Were Lab Partners” in a memento mori fashion, but alas; Only one person voted for it.
Cowards /j
In any case, the majority voted for the behind the scenes stuff, so here we are! The tidbits of how ATWLP turned into the fucking beast it is.
I would like to personally blame @morning-sun-brah , @hitechlatte, and @ordin-arily for being such big inspirations in this corner of the fandom. You guys are amazing and I probably wouldn't be where I am today without your works.
Shout out to all my losers in the backrooms for keeping me going and being such terrible influences. You are all responsible for the horrors that have been unleashed. A solid third of my content exists because of your sins /aff. 
@beckerboopin is the best beta anyone could ask for and has only brought this story up to the next level. I would die for you becks <3
Also @betyoudidntcthatcoming-blog is the love of my life that I only met ‘cause of this fic or whatever. They’re pretty neat. I guess. :p
ANYWAYS, /CONTENT/
(Major Spoilers Ahead Pre-Chapter 23)
I would like to remind everyone that ATWLP was only supposed to be 50k words. You can still witness my naivety in the notes of “Pudge ‘Preciation.” 
How… simple those times were. 
How I so firmly believed the idiots would be kissing by chapter 16. How a projected word count of 150k words seemed unfathomable for a single work, much less a work with multiple published and planned companion pieces.
Crazy. (I was crazy once.)
There was a lot of ATWLP that ended up getting scrapped as I got further into the story. The idiots had a lot of opinions and tugged at me a few different ways as I got to know them better. (aka they wouldn’t listen to me when I told them to fucking kiss already.)
Anyways, some of the few major structural changes:
Casey was originally supposed to reveal that he knew Sweet’s in the bad timeline during the “Intro to Sparring” chapter. That chapter was also originally slotted to happen /before/ the kidnapping debacle, but it just so happened to fit in better later
The stage kiss from “Hit the Club” was going to be in the Nerd Prom chapter. It felt too corny at the time (and lowkey still feels corny) so I put that in my pocket for later. For as much as y’all yelled at me for it, it barely made the final cut lmao.
The way the idiots are going to confess to each other is a COMPLETE 180 from how I planned the story from the beginning, which was already entirely different from the first idea for this fic. I wrote a whole ass chapter about an accidental kiss being the tipping point of them positively macking on each other, which I did end up cutting into convenient pieces for other stuff. (I PUT A PART OF IT DOWN BELOW)
Sweets was going to be kidnapped twice and the whole Purple Dragons debacle was going to be drawn out more. There was a lot more action planned than slice of life content at ATWLP’s conception. For better or for worse, this is where the story led us.
Donnie’s mating season wasn’t going to be as involved in the story, if in it at all. I grew to be hornier and less ashamed. You’re welcome.
The first title for this fic was “Lab Rat: a Story of Nerds Falling in Love.” For the life of me I cannot remember what compelled me to change it, but holy shit am I glad I did.
I was going to use (y/n) in this fic. No hate to those who do, but stylistically I’m pretty happy with not doing that.
And because I have no control over the idiots, quick rundown of the chapters that weren’t supposed to happen.
Kart Conflict
The Christmas Issue
The Recovery: Day Two 
Valentine’s Day Episode
Hit the Club
Aquarium? Hardly Know ‘Em
****Pool Excursion
****Beach Episodes
****honestly just like the entire endgame of this fic
All the ficlets/ alternate POV’s
All the smut! I still have it written down in my original notes that ATWLP was gonna be completely PG lmao. Once again y’all have @morning-sun-brah and her fucking fabulous fics to blame for that
The Valentines’ and aquarium chapters are COMPLETELY different than how I had originally planned, even with being forced to include them in my chart. The Valentine’s day plans that the brothers had “ditched” with Sweets was the og plot for the chapter. The aquarium chapter was supposed to be a rooftop picnic with feels~~, no aquarium even fucking mentioned in my outline.
I don’t have much control over what happens tbh. I am praying that the 37 planned chapters will be the final chapters. 
We’ll…. we’ll just have to see how that turns out.
The scrapped plots as a little treat for y’all <3 ~~~
Cut Stage Kiss (after the lift in Nerd Prom)
You leaned closer to Donnie’s face, intent on screeching in his ear for pulling that stunt.
“Kiss them already!” May yelled from the inner edge of the crowd. You turned bright red, blinking at her. You shook your head at her, but the crowd started to catch onto the idea. 
“Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!”
Donnie laughed, a little incredulous. He leaned in close to your ear, whispering, “Theatre kid protocol?”
You nodded in agreement, allowing him to put a hand to your face. He leans into your mouth, making the crowd go wild. You giggle against the thumb separating your lips, smiling against it. Donnie pulled away from you with a dramatic ‘mwah’. You threw your head back, fully laughing as Donnie lifted you up from the dip. 
First Valentine’s Day Outline
The final four move to the living room
Sweets: “We’re making friendship bracelets while we watch the most romantic movie of all time.”
Raph: “Shrek 2!”
Donnie: “This is ridiculous”
Sweets: “This holiday is ridiculous, now pick out your five favourite colors of embroidery floss”
Donnie: “....Fine."
Donnie is actually terrible at making bracelets lmao while mikey has wristfuls of them
Donnie: “I don’t understand! I’m following the blueprints exactly!”
Mikey: “The... instructions?”
Donnie: “Whatever! How are you making those so fast? You don’t even have that many friends!”
Mikey: “Physical therapy is a hell of a time, my brother.”
Sweets: “Is Donnie being ableist again?”
Mikey: “I do believe he is.”
Donnie: “I am autistic!”
Sweets: “Bless you.”
ORIGINAL CONFESSION
And it all starts like most things in your life do: a silly mistake.
“Donnie,” you whined. You were working on your physics homework at his desk while he was soldering a new motherboard for the Turtle Tank’s controls.
“Little pest,” he mimicked your tone without looking up. He kept on soldering as you stared at him, not a care in the world. 
“Would you be so kind as to look over my work for this problem? I’m following the steps but I’m not getting the right answer.”
“Mmm,” Donnie said. At that moment, a spark flew from his project and caught his exposed cheek. He flinched back, dropping his wire and soldering rod on the table and rubbing his face. You batted your eyes at him while he scowled. 
“I don’t know how, but I blame you for that.”
“I would *never*,” you teased. You pushed your chair to the side a bit so Donnie could stand next to you. 
He moved his goggles to his head and put his left arm over the back of your chair, leaning over you. He parsed through your work for a minute and tilted his head down to tell you what you needed to fix.
It just so happened that you tilted your head up to ask him a question at the same time, the two of you meeting in the middle with a kiss. 
Well, it wasn’t so much of a kiss as it was the two of you accidentally brushing your lips together for a moment. Seconds, almost nothing at all. 
But the way that Donnie looked at you when the two of you jumped apart…
That…that wasn’t nothing. 
You could almost laugh at the ridiculousness of this situation. You could’ve cracked a joke, played up your ridiculous game of pet names and intellectual bravado. 
(To be honest, you almost did.)
But then you thought about the way Donnie’s lips felt against yours. You thought about the way you’d dream of that moment and then proceed to do everything in your power to banish those thoughts away. Your mouth hung open slightly as you looked up at him, trying to will yourself to do anything, anything at all.
Donnie ended up making that decision for you. That oh, so familiar churring started emanating from his chest. He took your face in his hands, looking into your eyes for just a hint of confirmation before leaning in for a real kiss.
Oh.
*Oh*.
(Yeah, you could get used to this.)
There was nothing more you could do than press yourself against him, against his touch. You felt him smiling into the kiss, pressing you down into the chair. 
Donnie was *everywhere*, like he was trying to encompass you. His hand moved to your hair, the other to your hip. You smiled when you remembered his adoration for your love-handles all that time ago. You traced along his plastron, making nonsense shapes and mapping out every scar.
He was so responsive. The chirring increased tenfold for every touch to his chest, every soft bite you gave his lips. You recalled all the times he would make noises from you touching along his shell. You pressed your hands fully against him, doing your best to draw out more and more of those sounds.
What Donnie lacked in experience he made up for in enthusiasm. He followed your lead, matching your pace every step of the way. You licked along the seam of his lips, gasping as his mouth opened for you. Donnie’s tongue against yours was tentative, shy even. You did everything in your power to ease Donnie into deepening the kiss. 
When he moved from your lips and started kissing down your throat, your soul could have left your body right there. He was so…*gentle*. 
Donnie always has been. From when he was slinging his arms around you to kicking your ass in sparring, Donnie has never failed to treat you with care and reverence. 
You feel it now, with every soft bite he gives you, every gentle peck behind your ear.
Donnie pulled away from you after what felt like decades. (Never enough, it would never be enough.) You leaned forward after him, trying to close the space he was creating. He looked bashful.
“This might be the proper time to tell you that I have a massive crush on you,” Donnie said. His face was fraught with nervous determination. 
“Yeah, no fucking shit,” you said. You stood up from the chair and used your body to push Donnie against the desk. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pulling him down to your height.
“I’ve been wanting to kiss you for forever, can we get on with it?” you said, looking into his eyes. Donnie turned bright red.
“But– you? Do you?” Donnie stammered a bit.
“Donnie,” you deadpanned, crowding into his space, “I’ve had a crush on you for a year, thanks for noticing. Will you *please* lean your face down a bit so I can reach it?” 
Donnie looked at you a bit incredulously, like you were a problem he didn’t know how to solve yet. He made quite a picture, all red faced and calculating with a dumb half-smile while he looked at you. But, giving in, he put his arms around you and leaned in to kiss you again.
“Aye, aye, captain.”
You smiled into the kiss, humming with contentment.
He likes you.
He likes you.
Aaaaand some random headcanons because I love you guys and I am truly so thankful to this kickass community <3 I truly do not know where I would be without the support y’all have given me.
Donnie has a hella oral fixation
NOT IN A KINKY WAY (most of the time) But as an autist, Donnie do be biting
One of his biggest shows of trust if he bites you while just chilling
Like if donnie is big spoon, he just nom on a shoulder and stay there chillin
Or if reader is body pillow, he’ll lean around and bite their bicep
Good sensations
Donnie draws on eyebrows every day, he for sure would be very good at doing intricate makeup on reader
Gently holds their chin up, concentrated as hell while reader blushes like mad
Donnie keeps getting banned off of roblox
Didn’t matter tbh, he knew how to hack into it to get his account reinstated
Also makes money off of roblox??
never explains to Sweets, very suspicious
Sweets likes to kiss along donnie’s neck/where his battle shell usually sits
The word here is reverence
Donnie is egotistical, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t have insecurities about being a mutant turtle and you being a human
Lots of tracing along his arms, his face, his shell
Donnie likes his coffee to be half coffee, half milk to cut down on bitterness. Sweets is a tea drinker normally, but opts for coffee when they can’t focus (which ends up being most of the semester).
Sweets drinks black coffee when they’re on the struggle bus
To quote them, “Black coffee can’t hurt me more than Calc II already has”
But they prefer two creamers and two sugars when they have it in their dorm.
That’s all, congrats on making it to the bottom of this long ass post lmao <3
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royal-ruin · 3 months
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f1 fanfic recs (part 1) sebastian/lewis
other f1 fic rec lists here f1 fic rec masterlist here personal favorites are starred, by the way. everything is complete unless stated otherwise.
yay, i decided to start off with some sewis to spice up your day!
The Kingdom Lights Shine by ingoodcompany (~2k)
They have a loose sort of plan. For some nebulous future time.
And then Lewis wins his eighth World Championship.
Love Wins by 12romy (~3k)
Lewis and Seb have a plan, and nothing will stop them from carrying it out.
swoon over you by penelopes (~3k)
[The three dots appear. Disappear. Appear again. Then Seb’s message pops up. Do you want me to pretend to have an emergency and call you?
Oh, thank God. Would you??? Lewis quickly types out. He’s not bailing on the date if he has an emergency, right? No one would have to know.]
Or, Lewis is on an awful date and Seb comes to the rescue.
you don't know what you want (just tell me what i want) by blafard (~4k)
["You're not listening," Lewis says, but it's not mean. He's simply stating a fact, like that the sky is blue and that Lewis Hamilton is a winner and will collect his eighth championship before the year is over.
(Even though he likes to pretend that this year he's not so sure, and that this year has been different to all the others. Seb's retirement echoes in the space left between him voicing his insecurities.)
"I'm not," Seb agrees, unable to stop a small smile to slip over his lips.
Lewis hums. "You don't sound very sorry."
"I'm not," he agrees once again and then they're both laughing.]
or Seb retires and relearns to fall in love with racing and Lewis.
rumour has it by ambiguouspace (~4k)
It's 2021 and Sebastian Vettel isn’t driving in Formula 1. No one can figure out why he’s still hanging around the paddock every race, though.
aka Seb takes a year off to be an F1 wag.
this love is a strange love by bones_2_be (~4k)
Lewis has a bad crash, and the resulting concussion leaves him in rough shape. 
In which Sebastian does what he can for Lewis in the immediate aftermath of a serious concussion.
stars by the pocketful by ohmygasly (singsweetmelodies) (~4k)
[Lewis holds out his hand, and Sebastian looks at him, clasps it, but then leans in to hug him without letting go of his hand (and Lewis can't help but pause on the fact that out of the whole grid, Sebastian only hugged him. Only him.) 
Lewis closes his eyes, and leans into the touch just a little too much, cameras be damned. This is goodbye, this is the end of an era, and for all that he has always kept a brutal hold on his emotions - he thinks he can afford to let go, just a little, for this. For Sebastian. 
Then, inevitably, Sebastian's hand slips out of his, and Lewis thinks, is this the last time? ]
Seb and Lewis: a first, a last, and then a first again.
he‘s been gone. now he‘s back. by grussell63 (~5k)
The internet goes from not seeing Sebastian Vettel and Lewis Hamilton for weeks to getting a bunch of content within a week.
or: Lewis appears at the Race of Champions in 2022 without even competing.
*slow show by ambiguouspace (~6k)
[Lewis is ten kilometres into his ride before his phone buzzes again.
It’s a bad idea to sleep with another driver, right? George’s message says, and Lewis almost falls off his stationary bike.]
Lewis hands out relationship advice. Eventually, Sebastian does too.
ugh one of the first fics that got me into this fandom and it makes me laugh every time.
with the certainty of tides by ambiguouspace (~6k)
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3 hours ago] Lewis Hamilton comes out. The internet has some thoughts on the matter.
ugh i adore these unconventional format fics.
like today wants tomorrow by distressedgremlin (~8k)
One year after they have both retired, Sebastian and Lewis try Le Mans.
one of the tags is "what's more domestic than driving a 24-hour race with a third wheel" and i think it is an incredibly accurate description of this fic.
*come home to me by misonikomi (~18k)
Seb left a 40 million dollar contract to be at Mercedes, and has so clearly been delegated to the number two driver. He must have known how the team was going to treat him, as the new driver and as someone who hasn’t won the WDC in a few years. He had known, and had signed the contract anyways.
Lewis thinks about whether he trusts Seb, and what trust even means, for people like them.
just reread it cuz i completely forgot it, and oh my god, it has so much to do with lewis healing from the trauma that nico left behind in his wake.
Let's try something else by 12romy (~20k)
Seb is tired of the homophobia in F1. Thankfully, Lewis has a plan.
as always i am a sucker for fake/pretend relationship fics.
*The Numbering at Bethlehem by Kaytheologie (~26k)
Yale AU: in which Lewis is a Shakespeare professor, Sebastian is a math professor, and a fuckbuddies arrangement turns into more than either of them could have imagined.
it was truly a vibe to read it on a long train ride.
**the heartbeat is a hunger by withfeathers (~40k)
2019 FORMULA ONE SPORTING REGULATIONS
[Art. 34: BONDING Teams are required to register all bonds between drivers with the FIA at the beginning of each season. New bonds must be formally recognized through a bonding ceremony under supervision of at least one FIA representative [...].
Art. 34.1 [added on 1.01.1993] Bonds between drivers competing for different teams are prohibited.
I'm so unused to being - well, understood perhaps. - Vladimir Nabokov's first letter to his future wife, Véra]
when i say this fic fundamentally changed my brain chemistry i genuinely mean it. it is a must-read.
*Hard Year / Good Time / Socks Up / Foot Down by bestliars (~50k)
Sebastian is thirty-four years old. He went into the barriers on lap twenty-eight of the Azerbaijan Grand Prix. He doesn’t remember the crash. He remembers being twenty-five, getting ever closer to both the consecutive race win record and a fourth championship. Apparently there’s a lot he needs to catch up on. One pressing question: why is Lewis Hamilton asleep in the chair beside his hospital bed?
oh my god, one of my favorite fics of all time! i've read it twice even though it's pretty long by my standards.
unfortunately, i haven't currently read too many seblewis fics, feel free to recommend me any of your faves. i hope you find something to enjoy here!
btw, if the links to the other f1 fics don't work yet, it's cuz i haven't sorted it out yet haha, it'll prob take me a day to fully organize it.
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esmeriandreamer · 1 year
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Just saw someone call AO3 a "cp-website" and I'm gonna just-
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Like I know every time the Archive has a fundraiser some people will crawl out of the woodworks and spout bullcrap, but geez-
If you don't like AO3, fine, that's your opinion. But don't call it a "cp-website", nor demonize people who donate to their fundraiser, from which a large part of the funds goes to KEEPING THE SERVERS AND HAVING PROPER LEGAL PROTECTION.
You know one of the main reasons why AO3 was created? Because in the "old days", if someone didn't like the fact that you, I dunno, wrote some wholesome gay fic online, they could report it and you might just lose your whole fic without warning, because think of the children, right? And to really put icing on the cake, your account might be deleted too. 🙃
Or, like I experienced, it won't just be one or three reports that get your fic taken down. Critics United for example was a group of these ~lovely~ people who would go on people's fics and suggest (harass) the author on how to change their fic to be "improved upon" (aka sanitize the fuck out of it so there is no trace of what they saw as gross/bad/wrong/cringe/sinful/etc.). If they didn't manage to harass you into deleting, they'd just mass report you.
I got literal death and rape threats for writing a Spamano version of Beauty and the Beast, told I was a criminal and that my parents should've killed me in my crib.
ALL OVER A STUPID LITTLE SELFINDULGENT FIC.
They even went so far as to track my username down from Fanfiction.net to Wattpad, and only once I got it on AO3 was the story able stay up because they had no way of harassing or reporting me like they could before, because I could easily turn my comments off to "registered users only" or even to "moderate comments." and that scared them off.
This was in 2016 by the way. Not even a decade ago. Now I could even block people if I want on AO3, so it gets harder to harass me, even if I did care.
But like yes, I agree on the fact that fics with cp are allowed on the site is rather gross. I would never write nor read it. But you know what helps with this?
AO3 HAS THIS TAGGING SYSTEM IN WHICH YOU CAN TAG AND FILTER OUT THE THINGS YOU DON'T LIKE, SUCH AS FICS WITH THE UNDERAGE WARNING :D
And guess what? It works great! I never have to see fics with cp in it, because I filter my fics. And even if I see that I accidentally clicked on a fic like that? I click out of the page and move the fuck on.
People on AO3 can and have written the most repulsive shit known to man, but more often than not, it's tagged with big warnings in the description. I have read cringy and horrifying fics that still made me nauseous to think back on, that have changed how I look at certain characters. And guess what?
THEY STILL DESERVE TO EXIST AND BE READ BY OTHERS.
Besides, there is a very fine line as to what some people define concepts like cp. Like I define it as minors being forced/manipulated into sexual situations, while others might look at an adult anime character who looks like a little kid and say that they shouldn't be sexualized. We are both correct in our own digital space there.
I don't like "shota/lolita" nsfw stuff, others do, and so I am just letting those people be and I avoid that content. Same with scat, or watersports, or cnc. Avoid, click away, goodbye. I don't demand that all "they look young but they're actually an adult!" types of media should be banned, nor that people who enjoy (reading about) sex with bodily fluids should be publically shamed, or that people who consentually enjoy the dark fantasty of being forced should be treated like an actual rapist.
And that's really what this is about. Don't like it, don't read/look at it. This whole "but they are allowing xyz and I don't like that!!" argument is basically becoming the same right-wing argument as "but I see xyz as wrong/bad/a sin and therefor nobody should be allowed to enjoy it."
If AO3 were to be forced to ban one thing, like people dealing with their childhood SA by writing a fic about it, who is to say they won't be forced to ban something like CNC next? What about kink? Queerness? Because that is the road a lot of right-wing people want you antis to take.
It's a main reason AO3 has fundraisers. For the servers to stay up. For legal support when a company claims fanfic is bad. For times that those things might get more expensive to maintain.
And because AO3 is of the few websites that allow everyone, especially queer people, to make art and have that art be protected from those that wish to destroy anything they do not like. And yes, that protection includes protecting work made by "bad" people.
So chill, skip over that fic you don't want to see, don't donate to or interact with AO3 if you don't want to, and maybe touch some grass? That would be great.
Rant over uwu
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wronggalaxy · 7 months
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Some random queer stuff that you don't get told at initiation but are expected to know anyway because people are bad are remembering past experiences like being a baby queer(dictionary and edits at the bottom):
1) Being aromantic does not mean you're loveless/heartless but some aromantic people are loveless/heartless and that's okay too.
2) A lot of queer people are also disabled, especially neurodivergent, especially autistic, so learn about those communities as well.
3) If you don't like queer slurs then tell your friends, that's a boundary, but you have no right to tell anyone they can't say them, especially if you don't know the person. Unless you know for a fact they aren't queer, then kick them in the crotch(I don't care their genitals, this will hurt).
4) Queer may be an identity now and widely used in the community, but it is still a slur so if someone asks you to not call them queer/say queer around them then don't. Non-queers can say queer if they're talking about an identity(i.e genderqueer), but otherwise shouldn't. And if they're using it in an insulting way, kick them in the crotch.
5) Person who menstruates, menstruation/period products, person with uterus, etc. forever. All of us, or none of us. You don't get to ignore trans people just because you're cis.
Dictionary:
Aromantic: A person who feels little or no romantic attraction or only experiences romantic attraction in certain circumstances.
Loveless: An aromantic person that does not feel, understand, or connect with love in any form.
Heartless: An aromantic person that feels separated from romance and any or all forms of love.
Neurodivergent: Differing in mental or neurological function from what is considered typical or normal; not neurotypical.
Genderqueer: Denoting or relating to a person whose gender identity does not correspond to conventional binary gender distinctions.
Menstruate: Discharge blood and other material from the lining of the uterus as part of the menstrual cycle(AKA period).
Trans(gender): Of, relating to, or being a person whose gender identity differs from the sex the person had or was identified as having at birth.
Cis(gender): Whatever gender you are now is the same as what was presumed for you at birth.
Edit for confusion: Queer identity=queer community, including fictional. Tell me if anything else doesn't make sense(but don't be rude about it because disrespect doesn't lead to respect and at best I'll just delete the comment/ask)! This is all a bit vague since it was like 3 AM and I hadn't really expected more than 2 or 3 people to see and interact.
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here2bbtstrash · 2 years
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park and ride (explicit)
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genre: smut
pairing: namjoon x reader
summary: your fuckbuddy asks if the two of you can drive around a bit first, but he has a hard time keeping his hands to himself
word count: 4.8k
contains: explicit sexual content bb! idol verse, fuckbuddies, teasing while driving, semi-public sex (aka fuckin in a car), fingering, squirting, a smidge of size kink, also joon really likes your skirt
A/N: inspired by that ~mysterious extra day~ in america and joon posting Fast Car by Syd on his story (which, btw, TASTE) - this is also on AO3 if you'd rather read it over there!
For your own sanity, you try to stay busy. You go for a long run every morning to clear your mind. You delete Twitter from your phone and get two weeks ahead on your grad school assignments. You go out for drinks with friends and pepper them with questions about their own personal dramas.
But all the while that glimmer of hope in your chest remains, impossible to extinguish entirely. You know by now to keep your expectations low, very low. Just because he’s on this side of the world doesn’t mean he’ll have time to see you, and most of the time, he doesn’t. You figure there’s no point in obsessing over something that’s out of your control.
But this time is one of those rare occasions where the stars align and the universe decides to throw you a good turn, and you can’t help the smile that breaks across your face when he calls.
“I got an extra day. Are you free tomorrow night?”
“Hmm… yeah, I should be able to pencil you in,” you joke.
The celebrity part of it is still pretty bizarre, but you’ve done this enough now that it’s become its own weird little routine. Pulling up to a hotel where the nightly rate costs more than your monthly share of rent. Handing the valet the keys to your shitty Honda Civic. Checking in at the front desk and giving the alias the group is booked under, which changes every trip. Showing your ID so they can confirm you’re on the approved list of visitors. Having a special room key made that allows you access to their restricted hotel floor. Just all part of the process.
And that’s not even mentioning the one time you were personally escorted by a bodyguard to his room; you wondered on the elevator ride up how much time their security staff spends ushering fuckbuddies in and out. You’ve decided that maybe you don’t want to know the answer to that one.
So it’s a surprise when he asks on the phone, “Can you pick me up instead this time? We don’t have to go anywhere special, maybe just drive around a bit? I’m so sick of hotel rooms.”
“Is this all a ploy to stop me from raiding your minibar?”
He laughs softly. “Oh don’t get me wrong. I definitely still plan on taking you back to my room and…” He trails off, well aware that he doesn’t need to explicitly finish the sentence. “Well, you know. Just need some fresh air first, I think.”
You decide you’ve given him enough sass for one phone call and bite back the urge to argue that he’s not actually taking you anywhere, as you’re the only one with a license in this situationship.
“Yeah, sure. I can do that.”
~*~
Never in a million years would you have ever thought you’d have Kim Namjoon riding shotgun in your car, the seat pushed back as far as it can go to accommodate his long legs.
He’d slipped out of the front door of the hotel looking as nondescript as possible in a black hoodie and shorts, face hidden almost entirely by a black facemask and a bucket hat pulled down low over his eyes. You pause, hands still on the wheel, wondering if you should expect some kind of greeting. This is so far outside the realm of your normal interactions that you have no established protocol to follow.
“It’s good to see you, let’s get out of here.” He says softly, and you take that as your cue to shift gears and follow the road out of the hotel entrance.
Namjoon seems tense, you think as you pass through an intersection. He keeps switching between checking his phone, looking out the passenger-side window, then turning over his shoulder to look at the traffic behind you.
“Sorry,” he explains, “Not trying to be rude. Just being careful.” That’s when it finally registers in your mind that he’s making sure you’re not being followed, and the thought sends a shiver of fear up your spine. The fact that this is a regular part of life for him is so strange.
The city is fairly deserted tonight, and when you stop at the next red light you can see him visibly relax a little, unlooping his mask from around his ears and tucking it into his pocket along with his phone. He slips his hat off as well and tosses it in the backseat, pulling down the visor to make sure his hair looks good in the tiny mirror. You try to suppress a laugh; surely this man knows that he already rolls out of bed looking fine as hell, no adjustments necessary.
He flips the visor closed and catches you staring at him, and a thrum of desire runs through you. Has he managed to get hotter since the last time you saw him? You didn’t think that was possible.
“Come here,” he murmurs, leaning over to cup your jaw with one hand and bring you in for a kiss.
This is your favorite part of these reunions—remembering all the little things you’d forgotten since the last time. Like how big and warm his hands are, how hungrily he kisses you. It isn’t until an impatient horn blaring snaps you back to reality that you remember you were stopped at a red light, which is now very much green. Judging by the way the driver behind you is laying on the horn, it’s been green for a while.
“Fuck, oops.” You move to pull away but he keeps his hand on your jaw, holding you in place, your lips inches apart. His eyes are dark with pure want as he stares at your mouth.
“One more.” His lips are so soft; this kiss is sweeter than the first, less urgent. You barely notice as the driver behind you swerves into the other lane to pass your stopped car and speeds off through the intersection.
Namjoon brushes his thumb against your cheek and then removes his hand somewhat reluctantly. You can’t hold back your smile as you ease your foot off the brake, trying to focus on the road. “I’m not sure if you’ve heard, but when you see a green light while driving, it means you’re supposed to go.”
He leans back in the passenger seat, his hands clasped behind his head, dimples fully on display as he laughs. “There it is. I knew you’d get in a license joke eventually.”
“I held it in for as long as I could.”
“I bet you did.”
You realize he didn’t give you any directions on where to go, so you drive aimlessly through the city that you know so well. The lights at night are beautiful, even you can admit that, and though you typically hate the many intersections, it’s not so bad when you have someone to kiss you breathless each time you hit a red light.
During a particularly long stretch of greens, he taps his knuckles on the center console. You glance over to see his eyes roaming across the inside of your car, like he’s just realized where he is. “So this is your whip, huh?”
The fact that this dork is a professional rapper amazes you sometimes. “Top of the line 2008 Honda Civic.”
He touches a finger to a mystery stain on the vinyl of your dashboard that’s been there for at least a decade. “I could get you a better car than this.” He doesn’t say it in a bragging way, though he certainly could. Instead he just sounds sweet, and sincere. Like he wants you to have nice things.
You roll your eyes. “Save your money. There’s nothing wrong with this car.”
With a thoughtful hum, Namjoon rests his left hand just above your knee, and you reflexively spread your legs a little wider, keeping your eyes firmly on the road despite your quickening pulse. His thumb draws lazy circles on the outside of your thigh. “Well, now we know you’re not fucking me for my money.”
The truth escapes with a laugh before you can stop it. “No, I’m fucking you for your big dick.”
“Oh?” His hand climbs a little higher and arousal pools in your belly. You can already feel yourself getting wet. “Is that right?”
“Mm-hmm.” Eyes on the road, you tell yourself. His hand is rubbing your thigh gently now. It takes all of your willpower not to look over at him.
“I like this skirt,” He says softly, and a blush creeps up your neck. You’ve always had a complex about being fashion-challenged, and having a fuckbuddy with personal stylists and access to the nicest clothes money can buy doesn’t help. You changed outfits about twenty times before you finally settled on this one, a black long-sleeve and a yellow plaid miniskirt.
You lose your train of thought entirely when he nudges his hand a little higher, slipping it under the fabric, and hooks his pinky finger around the lace edge of your panties. Your cunt clenches at the thought of his long fingers in you.
“Are you trying to make me crash this car?” You do your best to keep your voice even, though you’re certain he can tell your thighs are quivering.
His fingers trace along the line of your panties where your hip and thigh meet, lighting every last one of your nerve endings on fire. “No, but maybe we should… park somewhere.” The suggestion surprises you, but you’re not opposed. In fact, you’re hard pressed to think of a place where you wouldn’t be willing to fuck Kim Namjoon.
“Are you sure?” “If you want to.” He responds nonchalantly. His hand slides out from under your skirt, moving a few inches back down your thigh. “I’ll behave now. How’s school?”
You laugh incredulously—your panties are soaked and this tease wants to talk about grad school? “Oh no, you started this. Don’t you change the subject.”
You don’t even have to look over to know he’s smiling at your frustration, and you turn right at the next intersection and then immediately left into the parking lot of a shopping center. It’s several hours after closing, so the place is empty, but you still drive around the building to the large commuter lot behind it to ensure you’re properly hidden.
You pull into a space directly in front of the “Park and Ride” sign, and you smirk as you pull up the parking brake. The irony is not lost on you.
The moment where you each have to fumble to unbuckle your seatbelt is just awkward enough that you’re laughing when he pulls you back in for another kiss across the center console. Euphoric is the only way to describe the feeling of having him here. It’s proof that he’s not some dream you made up but somehow, impossibly real.
He leans the passenger seat as far back as it will go, shifting his body to one side as best as he can to offer you the seat. “Will you please come over here?”
It’s certainly not graceful as the two of you fumble to get comfortable in the cramped space of your front seat, but when is it ever with him? You’ve seen him shatter wine glasses, knock over bedside lamps and alarm clocks, and you still haven’t let him live down the time he once fully broke the wooden frame of a hotel bed. You like that he’s multifaceted; he can make you laugh and fuck you senseless.
You take his place lying back in the passenger seat and he crawls over you, kneeling on the edge of the seat and resuming the urgent kisses, his tongue now licking into your mouth. You only break apart to shed clothing, first your shirt, then his, and then your bra. (He looks extra smug for being able to undo it one-handed on the first try.)
He tosses it into the backseat with the rest of your clothes then pauses to take you in, eyes roaming over your body. He licks his lips. “You’re beautiful.”
Your nipples stiffen at his words and the cool night air; being half-exposed like this makes the reality of the situation set in. You’re technically fucking in public, and it’s turning you on a lot more than you anticipated.
You run your hands over his shoulders and across his chest and groan as he moves his lips down the slope of your neck. He’s just so big, especially in your small car—broad shoulders, long legs, and flexing muscles that make your core throb in anticipation. You’re dying for him to touch you, to fuck you, but he’s taking his sweet time.
As if sensing your impatience, he grabs both of your wrists in his hands, pinning them to either side of you while he kisses, bites, and licks along your neck and collarbones. You can’t contain the little noises he pulls out of you when he finds a particularly sensitive spot.
You try straining against his grip just to see what happens, but he’s so much stronger than you that he doesn’t budge. When you whine a little, you feel him smile against your skin.
“Tell me what you want.”
“I want you.” He lets one of your hands free and brings his own to cup your left breast, rubbing the pad of his thumb over your nipple in just the right way that makes you arch up into his touch. Fuck, he’s good at that.
“You have me.” Namjoon says, like it’s obvious. “Be more specific.” He dips his head down to tease a circle around your nipple with his tongue, then just barely grazes the sensitive tip with his teeth and you moan.
Your head is spinning, and you can’t keep your voice from shaking as he gives the same attention to your right breast, his thumb continuing to work the left one.
“I need to f-feel you inside me,” you groan. “Please.” Your pussy aches from lack of attention.
“Whatever you like, baby.” He replies, shifting his position slightly to get a better angle. Your head falls back against the seat as his hand makes contact with your thigh, rubbing it just like he did when he was teasing you while you drove. Your breath catches when he slides both of his hands under your skirt, thumbs hooking your panties, and pulls them down in one swift motion. “Skirt stays on.” He says with a flash of his dimpled smile. “I like it.”
You maneuver to get your underwear all the way off in the limited amount of space and nearly knee him in the groin. The look of concern on his face at the close call makes you laugh out loud, which quickly turns into a moan when he presses two fingers into your dripping cunt. You’re breathless and still smiling, completely dazed from it all, as he pumps them in and out of you at a torturously slow pace.
“Fuck, you’re so wet for me.” His thumb slides between your folds, collecting the wetness there. He gently circles over your clit and you gasp. You’re not gonna make it, you think. You’ll die right here in the passenger seat if he keeps touching you like this.
Instinctively you move to cover your flushed face with your forearm, embarrassed by how overwhelmed with pleasure you are, but he catches your wrist and pins it down again with his left hand, the other still working your pussy.
“Don’t hide,” he murmurs. “I want to watch you fall apart.” And then he picks up the pace.
You’re helpless to his touch, moaning and panting for air as you feel your orgasm already fast approaching and a warmth building in your core. He curls his fingers inside you, pressing hard against your front wall while his thumb rubs your clit in perfect time. Namjoon knows exactly what he’s doing with you, exactly how to work out the strongest orgasms you’ve ever had, and you know you’re headed for one now when your cunt starts to flutter around his hand.
“That’s it, baby.” His voice drips like honey. “Come for me.”
You cry out as your orgasm hits you, your back arching up off the seat. The pressure building in your core reaches its peak and you feel it burst as a wave of arousal rushes out of your cunt and splashes against his hand and your spread thighs. He groans at the sight. His fingers ride you through the aftershocks until you squirm from oversensitivity and he finally relents, releasing his grip on your wrist at the same time.
“Holy shit,” is all you can manage once you’ve come down from your climax, staring dumbly at the ceiling of your car in disbelief, trying to remember how to breathe. Your heart is racing. “That was… oh my god.”
“Still got it.” He says, clearly self-satisfied, and you laugh as he presses a gentle kiss to your collarbone. Namjoon always gets so proud of himself when he makes you squirt. “I think that might be a new record.”
You roll your eyes but you’re still grinning, enjoying the waves of your post-orgasm high. It’s been a long time since you came that hard. “Yeah, yeah, you’re very talented. Shut up and switch with me.”
Shifting positions is made harder by the fact that your legs threaten to give out when you put weight on them, but his hands slide up to your waist to steady you so you don’t fall over. Eventually he resumes his place in the passenger seat, and you kneel down in the small space in front of him, his legs on either side of you.
He lifts his hips up so you can tug his shorts down, and you’re torn between teasing him back as revenge and the overwhelming desire to take him in your mouth immediately. You can already feel your core starting to throb. There’s just something about Namjoon that makes you insatiable. You don’t think you could ever get enough of him.
You trail kisses up the inside of his thigh, biting every so often at the sensitive skin there, delighting in the way his breath hitches each time. Two can play at this game, you think as you press a hand to his stomach, just barely teasing a finger under the band of his boxer-briefs to scratch your nail lightly across his skin. His hips jerk in response and you smile.
You move your hand lower to palm him over his underwear, gripping firmly but keeping your pace slow to torment him. You weren’t just flattering him earlier—his dick is life-ruiningly big, the perfect combination of long and thick, and he’s fully erect under your touch. You want it so bad, your naked cunt is getting slick all over again at the thought.
But first, some retribution.
You still the movement of your hand and place a gentle kiss to the head of his dick through the fabric of his underwear, then gaze up at him innocently. His lips are parted slightly and he’s breathing hard, watching your every move. The way he looks at you like you’re the center of the universe makes your stomach flip.
It feels good to be in control. Keeping eye contact, you lick a slow stripe up the fabric of his boxers and feel the strong muscles in his thighs flex under your hand as he groans a little.
You drop your gaze to take the head of his still-clothed dick in your mouth, resuming the slow pump of one hand over his shaft.
“Fuck, baby,” Namjoon hisses.
You tug his boxers down his legs, too desperate to see him. His cock looks so good you can feel yourself salivating. The tip of it is already shiny, slick with a mixture of pre-cum and moisture from your teasing. You trace up the large vein on his shaft with the pad of your thumb. When you pause to rub small circles at the extra-sensitive spot right under his head, he lets out a strangled whine.
Encouraged by the sound, you wrap your hand firmly around him and he gasps. You can feel his cock pulse in your hand. You pump him ever-so slowly, working a new bead of precum out of the tip, then lightly run your tongue over him to lick it up.
His hips jerk again and he grunts your name, his voice hoarse.
You lean back on your heels, your hand still wrapped around him, and feign surprise. “Hmm? I’m sorry, did you say something?”
He’s clearly trying to keep the smirk of disbelief off his face, but a telltale dimple gives it away. “Oh my god, you’re so evil.”
You smile at the compliment and finally take him into your mouth; his moan of relief makes your pussy throb. You swallow down as much of his dick as you can and wrap your hand around the rest, bobbing and pumping in a steady motion. His hips start rutting against your mouth in time with your movements.
The way Namjoon is groaning unabashedly now makes your face hot. God, you need to fuck him. You look up and take him as far down your throat as you can, gagging slightly, and he must be able to read the desire in your eyes. He runs a hand through your hair, just barely tugging, and you relent, his dick sliding out of your mouth with a wet pop.
“Get up here,” he growls. You climb into his lap and straddle him, and he kisses you so fervently that your head spins.
His hands slide under your skirt to grab your ass and he pulls you closer. As he does, you realize how soaked you really are, your slit slipping easily along his length. You can barely keep from whimpering at how good it feels, and he’s not even inside you yet. His cock twitches and you shudder, unable to stop yourself from rolling your hips and grinding against him. You’re so turned on, you could come from this alone.
“Keep doing that, baby,” he encourages, and your eyes flutter open as he shifts slightly. He reaches for his discarded shorts, his other hand caressing your thigh as if to apologize for the interruption. After a bit of fumbling he produces a condom, reaching both arms around you to rip it open with shaking hands.
Leaning back, you brace yourself on his legs and lift your hips up so he can slide the latex down his length. Your thighs are trembling hard as his hands move back to your ass and help guide you into place.
It’s been so long, and you want this so badly. You’ve spent more than a few nights in bed with your hand between your legs, playing back the memory of how good he feels, how thoroughly he’s fucked you before. Even after all the anticipation, when you finally, finally sink down on his cock, it’s still somehow better than you remembered.
You have to take a moment to press your face into the crook of his neck as you get accustomed to the stretch of him inside you. His thumbs trace gentle circles along the globes of your ass and it’s enough to get your cunt to fully relax. You spread your knees a little wider and sink down another inch, gasping as he bottoms out in you. You feel impossibly, overwhelmingly full.
Namjoon smiles as you lift your head and bring one hand up, running your thumb along his jawline. He looks so good like this; his face is flushed and his eyes are dark with lust.
“I forgot how well you take my cock,” he says, giving your ass an approving squeeze. ��Such a perfect fit.” The praise makes your pussy clench and he groans at the feeling.
His hands slide over your thighs and up to your hips. “Ride me, baby. Please.”
You can feel every inch of him as you brace your hands on his legs and start to rock your hips, and the sensation is so good you can barely form a coherent thought. Heat rises in your belly as you lift up and lean back slightly, and when you ease your hips down, the head of his dick grinds against your sweet spot.
“Holy shit,” you gasp, and you hear him grunt beneath you as you rock your hips in just the same way over and over and over. It feels so fucking good, you never want to stop. The filthy sounds of your slick cunt only bring you that much closer to your end.
Namjoon’s fingers dig into your skin and he thrusts up into you, matching your rhythm. The pleasure is so forceful now that your walls squeeze tightly around his length. “Just like that, baby, fuck.” He sounds absolutely wrecked. “You feel amazing.”
His thumb moves to press your clit under your skirt and you’re practically vibrating with overstimulation, already incredibly close to coming. Your legs shake so badly that you start to lose your rhythm and he takes control, fucking up into you with fast and powerful strokes. The way he pounds into your cunt feels so overwhelmingly good that your jaw drops open and you moan loudly. He only has to circle your clit one, two, three more times before it’s all over.
You can’t do anything but whimper and throw your head back as your orgasm overtakes you. Your arms threaten to give out and you collapse into his chest. The release of pressure is so intense that you see stars as wetness floods your pussy.
You pulse around him again and again and then Namjoon is coming too, groaning your name, his cock twitching inside you.
For several minutes, all you can do is lay against him, your body shuddering as you come down from the high. His hands press gently against the small of your back as reality slowly returns around you.
Your panting dissolves into soft gasps of laughter; you can’t believe that just happened. Fucking Kim Namjoon in your shitty Honda Civic, of all places. What a time to be alive. You nuzzle your nose against his neck and he turns his head to press a kiss to your hairline. “Welcome back,” he murmurs against your hair.
“Wow,” is all you can manage. You feel completely spent, blissed out.
“That was… crazy.” Namjoon sounds just as much at a loss for words as you are. “You’re so incredible.” He rubs small circles into your back and you sigh. You wish he could fuck you like this every day, but you don’t say that part out loud. You know it’s just the post-orgasm chemicals talking.
You turn your head to the side and laugh again as you realize the car windows are completely covered over with fog. He follows your gaze. “At least we don’t have to worry about whether anyone saw us.”
Feeling starts to come back to your limbs. Soreness is already blooming along the muscles in your thighs and your bent knees, but it was so worth it, you can't even be mad. “I think my legs are broken,” you say with a wince.
“I’m sorry.” He sounds so sincere at first that it makes you smile. “Guess you can blame it on this big dick, huh?”
You roll your eyes, but he’s thoroughly fucked the sass out of you, for now at least. You don’t even have it in you to tell him to shut up, so you pull his face to yours and kiss him instead. He sucks gently on your bottom lip and you think your heart might burst.
Once you finally break apart, you rest your head on his chest again. “Hotel time?”
Namjoon brings a hand up to stroke your hair. “Baby, I’ve got some bad news.”
You freeze, and your stomach drops, preparing for the worst. He’s always been a gentleman and let you stay the night, but he’s busier than ever these days, you know that. Maybe things are different now. You will yourself not to react to whatever he says next, post-orgasm chemicals be damned.
“The minibar in this hotel… it’s awful.”
“Oh, fuck you!” You laugh, pushing against his chest and sitting up to see his dimpled grin. He stretches, hands behind his head, his biceps flexing. He’s so handsome. You absolutely hate him and like him way too much all at once. “You have,” he reminds you. “And you will again soon. But I need some real food first.”
You are starving, you realize. You run a finger across his chest and put on your most seductive voice. “Hmm… how about I take you to In-N-Out? We’re gonna need some protein before round two.”
“Alright,” he shrugs. “But I’m paying.”
“Of course you are, sugar daddy.”
He laughs against your mouth as he kisses you.
A/N: thanks for reading!!! i ended up fulfilling a request for a short companion piece to this! if you want more quippy fuckbuddies goodness, check out five minutes! 💜
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Till the End of Time
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Pairing: Poe Dameron x reader
Summary/Request: can I request for a poe x reader where the two of them are very flirty but never actually got together that is until the reader got into some sort of accident and ended up injured (you can decide what) and poe thinks that he lost her?
There was also a person that wanted to be tagged in this when I posted the teaser but I deleted the original and forgot to get the @ off of it so to whoever that was sorry I hope you find this and enjoy this fic
Requested by: @book-place
Warning: Angst for sure, descriptions of being an alcoholic (word is not used), flirting/fools in love with each other but won’t admit it, jealousy(you gotta squint, you’re most likely gonna need a microscope), near death of major character, Poe nearly has a heart attack, save this little kitten, cliches of cliches, oh and crying lots of crying, let me know if I missed something
A/N: It’s finally here, sorry it took so long. Well it’s my first angst let me know how I did. All and everyones criticism is welcome just don’t be nasty about it and we’ll be cool
The Confession- Part 2 of this fic
You are laying down on your bunk staring at the ceiling waiting for the call time to sound off. Having woken up early due to the recurring nightmares you’ve been having. Which is nothing out of the ordinary for you, it was rare for you to have a peaceful night of sleep, but you manage. But what you can’t manage are the recurring nightmares that seem to constantly play in your mind when you’re awake.
Ships being shot down and crashing.
Your friends dying due to their ships exploding.
All of it happening right in front of your eyes.
And they call the ones that made it out alive the lucky ones, you guess that’s true, but in a way you’re not the lucky ones because all of the death that you see stays with you, never ending, it’s something about watching a person die that takes away a part of you, something you can’t get back; and everyone has to deal with it in their own way. You however fall on the negative side of coping with the pain, and by that you mean drinking it all away. Others also cope by buying camtonoes of spices. You only do the drinking, and depending on how bad the dreams are at the time is how bad you drink. You’re working on it, but it doesn’t seem to be letting up anytime soon. And it’s not like your going through the process alone, you have a few drinking buddies, which is mainly members of black squad, your squad. But the person who is there without you even having to call is the leader of black squadron, Poe Dameron.
Everybody knows about the best pilot in the Resistance, AKA fly boy, AKA the #1 playboy of the Resistance.
He is also your best friend, which is why you are the only person that knows the real reason he seeks out the bodies that gives him his nickname. It’s the same reason you find yourself drinking every night. It’s his way of coping, his way of dealing with all of the death around him, the death of the different members of his squad, his friends. And his way of getting his mind off of the one he thinks he can’t have, not that you knew that. But little does he know the one he wants also wants him. Two people in love with each other, but too afraid to admit it to one another. It doesn’t stop the constant flirting between each other though. Actually, it increases it, most see them as a couple already, and all of black squadron knows about the feelings the two harbor for each other, and are just waiting for them to admit it to themselves. Going as far to actually have a bet going on as to who is going to crack first, granted the bet has been going on for a couple years but everybody knows it’s going to happen sooner or later so, why not keep it going.
Beep Beep Beep
The blaring of the speakers are what brings you out if your thoughts. After standing up and grabbing your (f/c) jacket, you head out to the cafeteria. Once you get there, you immediately see your friends, and after you get your daily caf and breakfast, you join them at the table. The first one to notice you is Snap. You sit in your regular seat in between him and Poe. Once you sit down you start picking at your food, something Poe noticed quickly.
“Long night?”
“Yeah”, you replied.
“Longer than usual or…”
“Yeah.”
“You know I don’t mind when you come over to my room at night. Whether it be to sleep or even to just have someone to talk to, to take your mind off things.”
“Thanks Poe you’re so sweet. And I would take you up on your countless offers sometime, if you weren’t always preoccupied with your nightly duties”, you said in a joking way.
“It’s not like they last all night I’m back in my room around 12”, says Poe while chuckling.
“Sadly”, says Karé which in turn makes all of you laugh except for Poe.
“Very funny, that’s not what I meant”, he said in very dry tone.
“You kinda left yourself open for that one man”
“Shut up Snap”, Poe sighs
You were getting ready to tease him further by saying one of your usual witty remarks but the klaxon alarm started going letting you all know you needed to suit up quickly, and you all took off forgetting about your unfinished breakfast.
You made it to your X-Wing in record amount of time, and when you got there Oddy, black squads technician, was rushing by but you quickly stopped him.
“Oddy what’s going on.”
“Imperials crossed one of the checkpoints.”
“Oh no.” You knew what that meant, the checkpoints were planets out from where the base was to give the resistance enough time to fend the enemy off or flee if you have to without being tracked as a precaution.
“Keep me updated!”, Oddy yells while running off.
“We will!”, you answer back.
You climb in your ship and take off into the stars getting into your correct position with your squadron.
“Ok guys you know the drill, lead them away from the base as you cut down their numbers until they retreat or until there’s none left. Stay sharp you guys.” You watch as other squads go out ahead of you guys to pursue the enemy. And after Poe finished his commands you all immediately start picking off the fighters one by one.
You worry for your friends, your family, every time you guys get into these ships, knowing this might be the last time you see one of them. But instead of relying on the negatives, you all made a game out of the battles, keeping count of how many tie fighters you can take out, whoever shoots more ships down they get a free drink from everyone in the squad. It’s a way to lighten the mood and keep everyone’s hope and joy up in battle instead of focusing on all the pain each and every one of you carry.
Boom
“That’s five Dameron what’s your count.” You and Poe were always the most competitive. And 9 out of 10 times one of you are going to be the ones with the most points, that comes with being one of the best pilots in the resistance .
“Seven, gonna have to catch up baby.”
“I just did”, you said smiling after you made a shot that caused two tie flyers crash into one another.
“We’re tied fly boy.”
“Not for long.”
“That’s for sure because another wave of ties are coming in, everyone, flank maneuvers!”you say in a panic. But before you can start your own attacks again a resurgent-class star destroyer comes out hyperspace and immediately starts picking off resistance pilots, squads at time it seems like.
“We have to lead them further away from the base.” Snap says.
“Right, everyone set course for Arbra we can draw them away from the base and have more space to move in its atmosphere.” That being said everyone followed Poe’s order and took off towards Arbra, taking out as many ties on the way there, you were all doing well until Poe seen a fighter locking on your ship, something you didn’t take notice trying to get a lock on the tie you’re following. And before he could say anything a green blast shot out and hit one of your your engines, sending you spiraling towards the trees of Arbra. You try to maneuver your ship to a clear piece of land but there’s barely any around so you do your best to get to the small clearing you pin pointed.
“Y/N!!!” Poe yells trying to make it to you as fast as he can but he can’t seem to move fast enough. He hasn’t even thought about how he would be able to help you he just needed to get to you, you that’s all he seen in that moment, his best friend, the love of his life, but he hasn’t even been able to tell you that yet too scared of the result, but that all seemed so silly now, and he wished he had of told you a lot sooner to save him and you the romantic suffering you’ve been putting yourselves through for years. Because in a split second the life of someone you love could be gone just like that, but he refused to accept that you were going down like this, not you, a person who’s flying skills rival his own, he knew that there was no stoping the inevitable, but he couldn’t accept it, all he could do was scream your name as he seen your ship hit the ground while going up in flames, the explosion that caused it didn’t help at all and then there was nothing. Nothing around him he couldn’t even hear as own breath, wait he wasn’t breathing, everything going on lost to the stars. Poe immediately took off and landed his X-Wing, next to yours, throwing his helmet out of the way somewhere, repeating the word “no”, over and over again as he got out of his ship to make it over to you.
“Y/N!”, the ship you loved keeping shiny and looking brand new was now completely black from the fire that was still burning around it and in it. Poe ran up to the canopy seeing the glass completely gone, shattered from the impact. By the time he got there he seen you and he felt a breath of relief leave his body because now there’s still a chance of you making it. He reaches into the canopy not caring about the glass that’s cutting his body, he just needed to get you out of there.
“Come on Y/n, come on.” Is all he could say as he successfully pulled you out of the cockpit and laid you on the ground to check if you were alive, you had to be, right? “Y/n, Y/n can you hear me? You need to open your eyes, you hear me, you can’t fall asleep.” You weren’t moving and he couldn’t see your chest moving, and that’s when he seen the large trail of blood rolling down the side of your temple, and that sent him into a sort of frenzy he’s never been in before.
“No. No, no, no, no, no.” He says as he lifts you closer to him, your body laying across in lap, torso turned to be flush against his trembling figure as tears are rolling continuously down his face, and the sniffing is loud and present but he doesn’t pay any attention to that. “Y/n. No. Y/n! Please, don’t! Please don’t leave me like this! I’m begging you! Oh maker, no. No. Please no. I can’t finish this without you okay? I need you. I need you by my side. And I have to tell you… I have to tell you how I feel, how I truly feel, because you deserve much more than this, so much more. And I will tell you how much more if you just wake up! Please. I love you.” And that’s all he can say as he hugs the body of the love of his life as close to his as he can knowing it might be the last time he would be able to.
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Poe is sitting outside of the medical center waiting to hear something from medics. He’s not as a big of a mess as he was but the tears still won’t stop, and they don’t seem to be stopping anytime soon until they come out of there and tell him something. When he looks up he sees Leia coming out of the room you were in. He stands up waiting for her to tell him something about your condition.
“I’m sorry, Poe.” Everything stopped again, he stopped, his body malfunctioning for a second, but it was enough time to know he was gonna drop if the words “just kidding!”, didn’t come out her mouth soon.
“What, what are you saying? She gone?That’s impossible, she can’t be, right? Please tell me this is some kind of sick joke!” Not knowing if he wanted to laugh or cry because of the cruelty of it all, so he settled for sitting back down in his seat before his body sits for him and he wouldn’t have the choice to choose between a chair or the floor.
“No, I mean I’m sorry for what you and your squad had to go through. All of the squads, we took some heavy loses, and even more injured. Freedom isn’t something we should have to fight for, but here we are, in this rut of a war that’s end doesn’t seem to be in our sights anytime soon. And for that I’m sorry.”
Poe’s face went from empty to hopeful again, but then he took in the generals words. “It’s not your fault general, you’re trying your hardest to end it, that’s l all we can ask of you. But until the war is over all we can do is fight and hope that everything will work itself out.” Leia reaches out and holds Poe hands for a little while until she remembered why she came out of the room in the first place.
“You can go see her.” Poe immediately snaps his head up, giving himself whiplash.
“Is she awake?”
“Yep, awake and feeling a lot better, she just wants to see you, she’s worried about you, you know.”
“Worried? Yeah sure she should be the one that’s worried.” Poe said sarcastically.
“Go on in, I’ve requested everyone to give you guys some time alone.”
“Thanks Leia.” Poe said with the sweetest of smiles pointed in her direction.
“Of course.” She said then she walked off to check on other patients.
To say Poe was nervous was a understatement. You’ve never been in this bad of a situation like this before, but he knows no matter what you look like and no matter any other conditions you might have, he knows he’s never leaving your side again, and he’s with you till the end of time.
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A/N: Here it is. Finally, right? For the ending let me know if you want to see the conversation between them because I’ll happily write it, I’m just so excited about having finished the story, I just said I’ll write a epilogue for it if you want to see it. Or anybody who would want to read it feel free to comment or message me, I’ll happily do it. Anyways, I’ll see you guys later✌️
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Six Splits For Four New Character Prediction
Spoilers for Chapter 1 & 2 and Spilt into Threes below cut
@shygirl4991 @alianarepasa (Notice me senpai /j)
Alright so we know three of the six so far:
Producer (Insecurity and Need to be perfect)
Ringmaster (Ego and Imagination)
Artist (Creativity and Humor)
And we have a hint at our fourth with the final paragraph of Chapter 2
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From this introduction we know a few things about them as a character.
They call SMG3 a “fair maiden” which shows us their perception of the pairs relationship.
Fair maiden is often used in fictional works to describe a woman that could be described as “perfect” so the use of fair maiden shows they see 3 in an incredibly positive way.
Fair maiden can also describe the damsel in distress archetype. This archetype represents a helpless character in need of saving by (usually) the hero archetype. In fairy tales, this hero is usually a prince or knight and a romantic interest.
Through some logical backtracking, if SMG3 (the damsel in distress) is saved by our fourth SMG4 split, then the forth split sees himself as the hero aka either a prince or a knight.
I believe that our fourth split is Prince4. My biggest piece of evidence comes from the art from the fic.
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We have a sneak peek of this mysterious split. And there hat/crown has the letters “PR”, which can represent Prince, as every SMG4 split has letters on there hat representing there name (R for Ringmaster, A for Artist, PD for Producer)
Going back to the romance part of our analysis, we see a small peak of there outfit in the fanfics cover art
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Not only does it show a knight like outfit, reaffirming the idea of him being a hero archetype, but he seems to be holding something in his teeth which I outlined below:
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Going off of our previous assumption of being a romantic interest, we can safely assume that this is a rose.
Roses being held in ones teeth is a classic romantic move which further backs up not only the romantic side but also backs up his code name.
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We can safely assume that Red Caine is Ringmaster (Has a cane and is a reference to Caine from TADC) and Purple Slab is Artist (Slab often is used to describe materials used in art). Since the colors all follow the SMG4 splits color schemes then we know that Prince4 (white) has to be White Roman.
But how does White Roman confirm the rose and vice verses? Historians believe the rose between the teeth originated from Ancient Greek and Rome. So in the code name Roman represents the rose in his teeth which represents the romance element of his personality.
My conclusion?
I predict the fourth SMG4 split is called Prince4 and represents Fours heroism and romantic feelings.
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