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turquoiseorchid · 6 months

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what is roswell about? i've never seen anyone else post about it but you've got me intrigued

Ooh, join us! Roswell New Mexico has 4 seasons (2019-2022) with 13ish eps each; it was on the CW and is available on Netflix. (It’s a remake of a 90s or early 00s show just called Roswell. That one’s on Hulu and I’ve only seen a few episodes.) Overall, it’s about aliens living in Roswell and their human friends/love interests, plus a few alien-related mysteries. Most of my summary will be about season one and I’ll leave the rest for you to see for yourself.

Liz (human) comes back to Roswell ten years after high school, discovers her high school crush is an alien, and then finds out her sister had been killed by aliens. This and other developments lead to their whole social circle getting in on the secret and there’s a bunch of love triangles.

If I knew who you were, dear anon, I’d tailor this to what fandoms we’ve already got in common but to cover some of the likely options and their high level comparisons: If you like Leverage, this has found family and the love triangles can easily be shipped as throuples/polycules. If you like The Magicians then same as leverage plus canon queer characters and magic(technically science) powers. If you like Supernatural, there can be a lot of overlap between malex and destiel (for better and worse). If you’re still here from my Torchwood days, again queer characters with messy relationships and a lot of snark.

Let’s introduce some of the characters!

In the Pod Squad (the three main aliens), we’ve got Isobel, Max, and Michael (left to right in gif). Max and Isobel were adopted together and grew up as the Evans twins while Michael was a foster kid but all three are inseparable. Isobel starts off the series as someone whose identity is mainly focused on wife/sister/volunteer but breaks down her walls and grows into a total badass. Often portrayed in fanon as “the woman with the brain cell” for better or worse. Max is a writer-turned-cop and total romantic who has been pining for his high school crush (Liz) for over a decade and risks his family secret in order to save her and struggles with choosing between her safety and his family’s. Michael is an angsty bisexual mechanic with a troubled past and became many people’s blorbo on sight. He too has a high school sweetheart (Alex) who he’s never gotten over but grows enough to find healthy relationships and let people in. They all have various powers including telekinesis, healing, and mind control/influencing.

And now for Team Human! Liz is a scientist who left town after graduation because her sister died from (apparently) drunk driving and gets shot an hour after she returns. The lack of being dead causes her to investigate/confront her crush (Max) and learns about aliens, leading to the realization that her sister was killed by an alien and the crash was a coverup. The first person who she brings in is her ex-boyfriend, Kyle, a jock-turned-surgeon with a strong moral compass who tries to rein in the mad scientist tendencies of his ex-girlfriend (who he still has feelings for).

Next in on the whole alien thing is Alex, a gay emo who had a secret thing with Michael in high school before leaving to join the Air Force. He’s back in town (minus a leg) and has his plate full with finding out that his abusive homophobic dad runs a secret military team hunting aliens and oh hey, his high school boyfriend turns out to be an alien! He’s best friends with Maria, a psychic who runs the local bar. Besides bartending, she splits her time between fortune telling as a side hustle, encouraging Alex about his old flame (secretly Michael), and nursing a crush on the local barfly/mechanic (also Michael).

(Fun fact: I have no idea how to use tumblr’s gif search so both of the human gifs were found through their respective throuple ship tags.)

There are plenty of ships around depending on your preference but the most prevalent is malex (Michael/Alex), it’s nearly inescapable. Echo is Max/Liz and generally well liked. Isobel starts off with a husband (Noah) but also gets other love interests. The two main throuples are malexa (malex plus Maria) and kaliz (echo plus Kyle).

Anyone else please feel free to add why Anon should watch RNM!

#asks #not putting this in any tags since I might have come off as harsh about malex and or some fandom #I swear this is a great place it just has the same pitfalls as many fandoms #anyways yes anon you should watch RNM #this is longer than I intended can you tell I didn’t want to work today?

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stesierra · 8 months

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Author Ask Tag Game!

@nonsenseramble and @dyrewrites and @palebdot tagged me plus a bunch of other people! So I guess I have to do it! Sorry to be so slow on tag games lately! I'm going to do this story for The Bone Queen. Maybe it'll make me want to work on my rewrite.

I'm leaving an open tag because I don't even remember who likes tag games anymore.

What is the main lesson of your story (e.g. kindness, diversity, anti-war), and why did you choose it?

You can't go back to the past. You can't undo what's been done. All you can do is make the best of it.

What did you use as inspiration for your worldbuilding (like real-life cultures, animals, famous media, websites, etc.)?

Uh, I guess Sweelough is vaguely inspired by Tudor England.

What is your MC trying to achieve, and what are you, the writer, trying to achieve with them? Do you want to inspire others, teach forgiveness, help readers grow as a person?

Elise is trying to get her freedom back and make up for causing the death of thousands. Also, she'd quite like to smash all the undead. I the writer am trying to tell a story. I don't write stories with a goal of teaching a moral.

How many chapters is your story going to have?

The last draft had thirty chapters. God knows what the rewrite will have.

Is it fanfiction or original content? Where do you plan to post it?

It's original content and won't be posted anywhere. I'm going to publish it someday.

When and why did you start writing?

Dude, I've been writing since I was eight and writing novels since I was ten. Do you expect me to remember exactly what drove me to love the written word? I presume it was my dad's fault for reading me so many books. Apparently Watership Down was not what parents normally read their seven year olds?

Do you have any words of engagement for fellow writers of Writeblr? What other writers of Tumblr do you follow?

I'm not sure what to answer here. Basically, I recommend writing what you enjoy and to do it for yourself. If you do it specifically to have an audience, you'll probably never be happy.

I follow loads of people.

Tag list for everything

@anonymousfoz

@moremysteriesthantragedies

@elizababie

@sm-writes-chaos

@bellascarousel

@palebdot

@macabremoons

@the-dragon-chronicler

@teacupsandstarlight

@vorskra

@wrenofthewords

@amostdelectablescribbler

@savvy-minnow

@mysticstarlightduck

@phantommill

@gracewritesbooks

@aziz-reads

@owlsandwich

@symbioticsimplicity

@squarebracket-trick

@fishythewriter

@koala2all

@rmgrey-author

@atomatowriter

The Bone Queen

@janec23

@holdmyteaplease

@digital-chance

@thecrookedwriterspath

@tea-and-mercury

@coven-archives

#The Bone Queen #tag games

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nocompromise-noregrets · 9 months

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Tour My Bookshelf

Thank you @spiced-wine-fic for the tag! <33333

An estimate of how many physical books I own: No idea. Probably into the hundreds, but many many fewer than I used to; I've had two or three huge clearouts in the last few years because I just had more books than space, and a whole load I was never going to read or read again. The older I get, the more I need to clear things out every now and then - I come from a family of low-level hoarders and it took me at least 15 years of being a professional archivist and learning how to appraise collections to be able to appraise my own stuff. Now, having loads of stuff really makes me antsy and anxious - I think I've just had to deal with too many huge, unmanageable collections, and having to dig gardener-lady's mouldering papers out of a damp cellar with only four days to do it really did leave its mark.

Favorite author: J R R Tolkien, Neil Gaiman, Sharon Penman

A popular book I've never read and never intend to read: Pretty much any book that's popular on Tumblr. I haven't read a new book for years because I haven't had the mental energy, and I still don't.

A popular book I thought was just meh: I'm sure there are several, but it's been so long since I've read a book I can't actually remember. I HATED American Psycho though; I tried to read it about 25 years ago and just could not get past the self-obsession and downright boring lists of brand names. Apparently it's some clever satire but I found it absolutely insufferable.

Longest book I own: Probably LotR, or History of Middle-Earth.

Longest series I own all the books to: The Chalet School series by Elinor M Brent-Dyer - something like 64 books. They're all in a box in the loft because I haven't got room for them downstairs.

Prettiest book I own: A facsimile of Thomas Malory's Morte d'Arthur illustrated by Aubrey Beardsley

A book or series I wish more people knew about: Sharon Penman's Welsh Princes trilogy, and in fact all the rest of her work.

Book I'm reading now: Still rereading LotR (started Fellowship last September, am finally onto Two Towers), but I'm not actually picking it up to read very often.

Book that's been on my TBR list for a while but I still haven't got around to it: Too many to list; I've been buying books but not reading them for at least ten years at this point. It makes me anxious and stressed; I feel like I should be reading (everyone else still is!) but I just can't concentrate.

Do you have any books in a language other than English: Various in German, and a couple in Finnish.

And lastly, paperback, hardcover or ebook? Paperback. Hardbacks are too heavy and bulky, and I just don't like ebooks. I had a Kindle, used it about twice, and then it went in a drawer; the screen is too small for the way I read (whole bunches of lines at once, rather than word by word so I was at the end of the screen in a split second and needing to press 'next' where book pages contain much more text and take longer)

Tagging anyone who wants to do this! :D :D :D

#tag game

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epyros-sacel-vanid · 3 months

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The two sides of the scrapping data for AI situation in Tumblr

Ok so, I've been seeing and noticing that apparently people have been having two archetypes of reactions to the news about tumblr selling their data to an AI company yaddah yaddah, you've seen it around so I don't have to explain what that is about, or at least I hope so xD

The two types of responses I've been seeing can be divided into what I call "The artist response" and "The gremlin response", although sometimes there are a mix of the two and I find those hilarious. The artist response is usually often remarked by worry, normally they come from artist and it can be because of the decrease of safe places to post art or about art theft, which all in all it's perfectly logical and normal to worry about such things. They often discuss other sites that could be used or ways to prevent the theft and so on, but the sharing characteristic among those is always that they try to solve a problem they are worried about.

But then we have the gremlins response and I am so sorry artists but this is the one I love, because they tend to go like: "Yeah, this whole thing sucks, but if they think they can use tumblr like that, they are in for a surprise, tons of chaos and all of their computers burning as they try to process the madness of this site. Anyway, here are ten ways to make it worse for them". And I absolutely love that. I may have been a bit disconnected from tumblr this past year and I may only have joined in 2016, but something everyone should agree is that this lovely foolish hellsite of ours has aways been poison to those who tried to profit from it, because the raw unhinged chaos that the users create in here is enough to make cry a big number of influencers if they ever were to try to become a big thing in here.

Stay chaotic and toxic my friends, and let's slay another corporation for the laughs and the memes

#epyros going nuts

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polarseven · 6 months

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I've been absent from tumblr because my phone broke and I've been busy but there have been so many insane things that have happened in the short period I've taken a break. So I am going to list them here.

-I learned of my workplace's drama! My bosses are officially dating in secret. One of them in nonbinary (I think? it's unclear), and the other is apparently hyper religious and has been instituted in the mental ward in the past for thinking the rapture happened! I don't know what she did to get there but apparently that's a real event. I don't know how those two got into a relationship but everything I think about it I just call it doomed toxi yuri in my head

-another coworker asked me about being poly, and I explained it, and she proceeded to go on about how her bf has cheated on her twice and she wasn't sure if he was poly or not?? after I explained that, no, that's not being poly, that's cheating, she goes on later about how she wants to "get her lick back" and cheat on him in return before breaking up with him. I plead her not to, to no avail. Apparently it's that hard to be a good person and not do two wrongs? They've been together for ten years, apparently. Absolutely insane behavior

-Apparently some of my friends are...trying to use me? I have no fucking clue about this one. One local (cis) queen has a crush on me and we've been talking for a little bit, and supposedly one of my other friends—who has been oddly flirting with me recently, which seemed unusual to me—is apparently doing so because the first friend likes me, to get at her. I feel like a bystander in my own drama and honestly I'd love to keep it that way. I'm just out here trying to be a good friend to the people I know and shit keeps happening, so I'm just gonna make sure to not really. pursue anything relationship-wise with either until it clears up.

-My car keeps dying while driving! It died at a stoplight and in a parking lot. I am not sure how much time she has left.

-My phone is broken! Kinda. The touchscreen works completely, but the screen stays pitch black. Which means I can still call the numbers I have on speed dial, but unless I have it memorized how to do things on my phone there's no doing them! Wild.

So yeah! a lot of crazy bullshit in my life where situations KEEP happening and I simply get to watch them. Can't help but wonder how this keeps happening to me.

#life update #like. wow.#this is a lot and I don't know how to handle ANY of it #so I just kinda dont!#a light “my friends' beef isn't my beef” policy #I really hope they sort themselves out because if I actually have to start. doing things about this/these situations?#not gonna be ahppy about it #all problems that I think could be easily solved by not wanting revenge/to harass people #or by simply explaining to someone what the deal is #blugglhlg #vent #rant

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fanficwritersinterviewed · 2 years

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MCM, furiosophie

<<This post is a part of a longer conversation about fanfic writers, how they view fanfic, and their writing process. All views are the fanfic writers’ own, and whatever fanfic they choose to write is entirely their own decision. No judgement value will be placed on fic content. These conversations are meant to provide insight for other fanfic writers in whatever stage they are at in their writing life>>

Meet-Cute Monday (with furiosophie, @furiosophie)

AO3 Stats:

Pseud: furiosophie Pronouns: she/her (currently) Current fandoms: Star Wars Current pairings: Dinluke (Din/Luke), Dopeyluke (Din/Poe/Luke) How many total fic: 6 How many fandoms: 1 Total word count: 202,988 Longest fic word count: 103,615 Shortest: 2,148 Highest kudo count: 2,928 Lowest: 107

What's the story behind your pseud? It's a dumb pun I have with myself - my name is Sophie, I easily get furious about fandom shit and I'm dyslexic thus "furios sophie" with one s and no u.

You get furious? I am actually really surprised, I don't think I’ve ever noticed you getting furious before. Hahaha well I'm working on it. It's less furious, more very, very passionate. Like talking a mile a minute, forgetting to regulate my tone of voice, gesturing wildly, the whole deal.

How long have you been reading and writing fanfic? I'm not fully sure how long it's actually been but I remember asking my mom to print out fanfic at work that I copy and pasted into a doc so I could read it up in my room because we only had one pc at home, so I'd say probably 17 years or so? And I wrote my first fanfic at nine, I remember that very vividly because I wrote it in a notebook with some company logo on it and spent more time drawing the Star Wars logo on top than actually writing. Plus I had my mom proofread it so it would count as me doing my spelling homework.

It was set just before the beginning of Empire Strikes Back on the rebel base on Hoth and it was basically just a conversation between Leia, Han, Luke and the OC (original character) I created who used to be Vader's apprentice but had a change of heart and came to warn them about the imminent attack. Which I am aware is not super exciting but apparently my nine-year-old self really needed to write a fix-it.

No no! That's actually surprisingly involved for a nine-year-old kid, I'm impressed. Well my OC also rode a space skateboard and wore turquoise overalls so I feel that balances it out.

Ha!! Spectacular! Okay, so this furiosophie incarnation is your newest writing self, though you've been a few other people before this, right? I've had two other pseuds before this, yes. Kind of one for every phase of my writing: one for back when I was still writing in German during high school and one for when I first switched to writing in English during uni.

What was the inciting incident that led to the creation of this pseud?Honestly? I saw the Mandalorian season 2 finale, absolutely lost my mind when Luke showed up, went on tumblr to soak up any crumb I could get, got hit with a dinluke meme and thought "hahaha what a fucking dumb idea" and then three days later I found out that my note program apparently has a character limit because I had typed out the first 7k of “oh the things we left behind” on my phone. So I just resigned myself to my fate and created the new pseud. I had no idea what it would end up being. “ottwlb” was supposed to be three chapters, max maybe 30k. To put that into perspective - it had been roughly ten years since I had written anything at that point and the most I had written in one go was around 22k.

And it ended up being nearly 104k words. So what happened, exactly? What was it about this story that needed to come out of you and why? It started with the simple line of "Din thinks of the Jedi often. More specifically, he thinks of Grogu." That was the first thing I wrote down, and for a long while it was very much just an exploration of that thought I had since I first watched the movies which was something along the lines of "the Force and post-Return of the Jedi Luke must seem terrifying to others" until that turned into "if the Force and post-ROTJ Luke seems terrifying to others, how terrifying must that feel for him?" and I think that is where it clicked for me suddenly that I was processing a lot of my own complicated emotions around mental illness with some of this fic, that simple truth of "part of your mind is no longer your own.”

It’s funny to think, looking back, that I wasn't really aware I was processing anything with the story until I was in the thick of it. Like I knew I needed to process some shit-- I was one and a half years into recovery from severe burnout when I started writing-- but I didn't set out to do any of that processing through writing, it just happened. So this fic kind of became about accepting that sometimes the darkest parts of yourself just won't go away, that there is no absolution and no easy fix and that the only way through that is choosing to move forward. Or it's simply about two idiots taking 80k to kiss, you decide, haha!

If it’s not too invasive, do you mind talking a bit about what “severe burnout” means? Because before I met you I’d heard of burnout but it was always just a term tossed around when people got tired. I didn’t realize what it actually meant from a mental health perspective. Oh yeah sure! Though I'd like to preface this with simply saying that everyone's journey is different and this is just my personal experience. In retrospect it is not that surprising that I burned out eventually– I had been struggling for a while in my twenties because I had a very intensive job, moved countries multiple times, tried to maintain relationships with friends, etc., but burnout is something that creeps up on you slowly and is often very hard to catch in time. It started with insomnia, then came the constant health issues, then the irritability, then I lost all interest in things I used to love, was unable to write at first, then draw, then hang out with friends, then watch TV, eventually I stopped making dinner because it was too much of an effort to make and then, right in the thick of it, I was unable to take care of myself at all.

But that whole process happened over the span of nearly two years, and in my case really probably my whole life because my specific type of burnout was brought on by the fact that I grew up undiagnosed autistic. So it wasn't one big thing, it was me continuously over-exerting myself from a very young age. There is this concept of disabled/neurodivergent kids being "twice exceptional" which basically means that to excel you have to work twice as hard as your peers, once to bridge the gap of the base requirement of function and then once to actually thrive at school, or university, etc. and that ultimately led to me burning out. I actually had several unrelated burnouts throughout my life, the most severe ones after high school and university which, since I was seemingly functioning, were all treated as "you're just a little tired".

When you had that “a ha!” moment that your first fic was really about you processing what you’d just gone through, how did that inform your writing? I think the biggest plot point that was informed by that "a ha" moment was the choice to write chapter seven from Luke's perspective. Once I knew what I was doing it seemed impossible not to tell the story from his POV. I also kind of doubled down on the "being force-sensitive is a metaphor for being neurodivergent" thing because that analogy was just very comforting to me.

And “go and get your hands dirty”? Lmao. Very, very different vibe. I think dinluke kink week was going on back then and myomikan was drawing something for it so my idiot brain thought "you are incapable of writing smut why don't you also participate?" Which ended with me writing the first scene of that fic and then it just...I honestly don't know what happened, it was supposed to be max 10k. I had it all planned out, but apparently I am not only incapable of writing smut but also incapable of writing anything other than a slow burn. There really are no deep thoughts in that fic, which is probably why it was fighting me in the beginning, but it did end up being very helpful as a kind of sandbox where I could try out different pacing and character conflict that I struggle writing. I am still very on the fence about that fic, I know it had somewhat good reception but it is the one fic where I honestly can't tell if it works or not.

What's something in that one that you were intentionally trying out all the while knowing it wasn't your strong suit? The physical elements of it mostly. I am not joking when I say I am very bad at that, as well as the conflict based on miscommunication/a secret rather than outside factors, and the tension that comes with that. In “ottwlb” there is conflict but they are always a unit, while in “gagyhd” their turmoil is to some degree self-inflicted. Also parts of their relationship are genuinely unhealthy but in a sort of helpless way that stems from their trauma and upbringing which I really enjoyed exploring because trauma does not absolve you from being an asshole so my challenge was kind of to walk that line of "they are very dysfunctional but aware of it and trying to work towards being better."

Dysfunctional but aware. I think there’s a lot of us that can relate to that, lol!

#fanfic writers interviewed #furiosophie #fanfic #fanfic writing #meet cute monday

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writing-blog-iguess · 3 years

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Do you have any headcanons about the insecurities fic you wrote about? I can't help but headcanon a lot, like:

both Harley & Ivy enjoys watching reader finishing her food, they also call her their mom since reader has been making them food since their first meet (Harley loves her egg sandwich, while Ivy was the baked potatoes bread)

Alfred always bakes matcha swiss roll with red bean paste or pastries that's easy too shallow with reader (so that she could shallow without feeling like choking and needs to drink a lot of water) whenever she stops by and keeps giving him hugs which he gladly return it everytime, the Alferd&Y/N's hug, is what everyone comments it

Dicks showing pictures he took of seven years old (a journey of Y/N's growing he calls) and then reader to all his teammates and the league as soon as he learnt the engagement's finally announce 'Look at this! Can't you imagine?! She's my little sister! This is when she seven years old! It's very heartwarming right blah blah blah... " and that's how the other superheros and older Teen Titans and Barbara knows how much Dick adore his future little sister-in-law who's s cinnamon roll

Sassy and baddass way to talk for so people won't dare mess up with her confidence (Jason help her built up, after he met her and quick into adoption of her, siblings!) Not that he would ever admit, Jason will sent glares to whoever who diss Y/N's like to children picture books (for example, The Guardians of Childhood aka inspiration of Rise of the Guardians movie) come on, his little sister had great taste in books!

Tim forbid her drinking coffee when they first met and even after (since he nearly caused a seven-years-old gone missing in the manor after the reader can't fall asleep decided to have a exploration situation) but will make it for her sometimes later after she used to it, made account for art websites she wants to register that so she can admire arts but underage back when childhoods, so he used it under his own only name (defiantly annoymus, and no, it's not illegal website) and every then and how

Makeover and dress-up with Barbara, Stephanie and Cassandra after they learnt of her (which they give Damian few lessons of 'how to treat the girl you like' with Dick who's extremely enjoy it, Jason and Tim who's enjoy the show all day), in the end, all heads to movie since it's sister bond time and apparently, the ideas of XL caramel popcorns and coke are the best choice!

Bruce pat or ruffle her hair softly everytime they met, a habit since the day he had ten years ago when she's seven, a touch of 'my daughter is growing up' feel will seldom appears in his heart

Damian from straightly ingored to slowly falls in love with reader after everytime he saw her sincere smile whenever she enjoyed Alfred's food heartily (like this, but a more faintly heartwarming one haha, at the very last pic, not sure if you could see it, so here's another link you could try out☺☺ )

Innocent, 'naive girl playing tough' charm whenever she and Damian together alone (first kiss, cuddling, hair massaging, teasing, which he finds not annoying because it's how really she is, and he enjoys keep on trailing and turn on her wildness)

How reader slowly felt left out though it didn't really occur me, just the thought of Batfam night activity and how we're isolating from each other slowly and inoccasionally when growing up just made me feel that way, you know, the feelings of it's not the same like it used to anymore😞😞

And once again, thank you so much for accepting my request at the beginning, I've been having this thought in my mind but I just couldn't write it, I'm so glad you accepted it and it's totally the way I want☺☺ (And about part 2 Talia which you accepted it too, I hope my words didn't scare you out lol... I'm too exciting that day...) Hope you have a very good day ahead, author!

Tumblr really needs to let me know when I have something in my inbox, I swear.

Of course! I loved writing it, and I’m glad you enjoyed it. No, your words didn’t scare me lol, I’m just outlining part 2 and I hope you love it just as much. With that said, and you don’t mind the wait, send in your ideas! I love reading them.

Okay, onto the headcanons! I love these! I put mine under the readmore, there's a bit;

Y/N didn’t have the best home life. Like I’m not saying abusive, just her parents neglected her a little. And it didn’t help that her whole life was planned for. So when she met Harley and Ivy, they basically went, you’re mine now no take backsies. And y/n just rolls with it, because through them, she finds out what it feels to be loved by someone who cares about you. This of course, she keeps from her parents and the day she turned eighteen, she moved out and it was a lot easier to hang out with those two.

Ever since knowing Harley and Ivy, y/n’s been slowly getting out of her shell. When she starts to hang out with Jason, she becomes more confident. She has Jason wrapped around her finger without even knowing

The girls love her, everyone loves her and Damian’s just, why

She loves cooking, and she even swaps recipes with Alfred. (even from the beginning of the whole arrangement) she became fast friends with Alfred first before everyone else.

y/n has known Damian since his first day of school. But I’m not going to lie, y/n was kind of scared Damian.

She got so offended when Tim took away her coffee when she wanted to try it. And when she became a regular coffee drinker, they would talk about different coffees they had tried and compare notes.

When the arranged marriage was first brought up in conversation, there was a lot of protests. Especially from Dick and Damian, but Bruce just shrugged saying that it was a good match. And if they don’t get married in the end, than that’s fine. Everyone was very confused but stopped bringing it up

They have theories though about the whole thing, the most popular one in the manor is that Bruce is looking for the next Robin when Damian hangs up the Robin cape to be someone else

When Bruce announced that, everyone did their own research about y/n. Everyone but Damian agreed but she must be protected, though it kind of blows up when they kind of cast her aside when she started hanging out with them at the manor, (but that’s not until later)

She and Damian have lunch together everyday at school, much to Damian’s displeasure. And he’s mean to her at the beginning, ignoring her and whatnot. She doesn’t do anything cuz she hates this setup just as much

But slowly, she starts to catch feels but keeps it to herself.

As you said, Damian takes longer to fall in love with her. And its one of those moments when she looks at peace within his family and it just hits him like ‘oh. Oh no I’m in love and I can’t tell anyone this’ and he doesn’t. So up until they confess to each other, their just pinning after each other and people who aren’t family sees that their in love but no know says anything

However, they do get more cuddly when they’re alone. Like, they don’t kiss or anything. But when they have movie nights, y/n’s curled up on the end of the couch with Damian’s head on her lap. And she’s always plays with his hair, of runs her fingers through it and Damian has discovered that it feels nice and helps him to de-stress

She knows when he’s stressed about something, so her just pats her lap and he grumbles about it but is secretly happy (they have been caught on multiple occasions by his brothers and they chooses to ignore them

She’s been so use to feeling alone, that being with people who care feels foreign to her

When she starts to feel like she’s alone again, she doesn’t see it until it’s too late

It starts off slowly, the fam is to busy with missions and saving the world that they kind of forget they she doesn’t know, and when she comes over, their not there or just brushes her off when she is. And she’s tried to talk to them, cuz she’s spend years being a part of their family but then one day it stopped.

But they just brush her off and she’s reminded about her parents so she stops pushing and then altogether stops going to the manor.

No one really realizes at first, only Alfred, and when they do, y/n had already broken off the engagement.

#damian wayne x reader #damian wayne x fem!reader #batman #arranged marriage au #headcanons #robin #damian wanye #i answered a thing #anonymous

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I posted 693 times in 2021

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476 posts reblogged (69%)

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186 notes • Posted 2021-06-07 01:12:20 GMT

I found something really cool earlier and maybe y'all know about it but!!

So when I was doing the final Ghirahim fight earlier today, I noticed a weird round thing almost like a sun, with things branching off of it, on the side of the Sealed Grounds. Then, after the whole cutscene where Demise comes back, I went and looked at the wall.

You know the beginning cutscene of SS, where it explains how Skyloft came to be and shows Hylia and the monsters and all in this caveman-type art? (an example below)

Yeah?

Well, that art is on the walls of the Sealed Grounds in the past.

(Look at the arrows)

The entire history of the war against Demise.

On the walls.

Of the Sealed Grounds.

ALKJSKJSKJSAKJSAKJSKJASJKSKJSA

190 notes • Posted 2021-05-27 17:48:21 GMT

I love Skyward Sword fans so much. We're just this (small, sadly) group of extremes who will kill anyone who complains about Fi or Zelda or any other character/dungeon/thing. We're always so excited to find other fans like "WHAT?? YOU LOVE SS TOO? OMG THAT'S SO AMAZING LET'S TALK ABOUT IT FOR THE NEXT TEN YEARS." We go a little crazy seeing ANY SS content bc nowadays it's kind of forgotten; so, naturally, we all went INSANE seeing the announcement about it getting a Switch port. We're also super passionate about like everything from the game, even small stuff. I mean, I've seen people freak out over the doodle of Pipit in Karane's diary, or other such things. (I myself kind of lost it when I first saw the image of Link on Groose's punching bag. I also blabbered excitedly to myself when I found a Goddess cube in Lanayru Sand Sea I hadn't ever found on my other playthroughs. Stuff like that).

Idk, I just wanted to applaud us. *claps* Bravo, SS fans. We're an awesome bunch.

247 notes • Posted 2021-02-25 02:18:04 GMT

All right time to clear something up for y'all new SkSw players

So apparently in SkSw HD there was a HILARIOUS line that was cut out. That line is just. adjkasjfd;ksjafk. I'm very annoyed it was cut. (and apparently other things were cut out too? I don't know yet what they are).

But anyway, if you're wondering, in the Wii version, during the time Link enters Faron Woods and encounters Machi the Kikwi, Fi pops out and says that the Kikwi elicits a dowsing response similar to Zelda's aura. Two speech bubble options pop up, one of which is just some general, yet sensible option and the other of which is "Zelda?" (if you choose the second, it means Link is a dumb lil child who thinks Zelda has been turned into a Kikwi, I guess).

But anyway, if you select the "Zelda?" option, Fi just gives you this look and says, "There is an 85% chance that this Kikwi is not Zelda."

Anyway it's funny and they should have left it in

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It's the end of 2020 and the start of the new year is here at last, and I wanted to tell you that despite the struggles we've faced this year, despite the hardships, I wouldn't trade it for anything. Because this year we found US again. We grew stronger - together - than we ever were before, and I have fallen more in love with you than I ever believed possible. I don't regret any of it, I only hope the new year is as full of love, hope and happiness as I've had with you this year. I love you.

hey hey hey - I was gonna save this. I really was. I was going to keep it in my inbox so I could scroll past it and smile every time, but, I want to publish it. I need to publish it. See, I’m bad at the talking thing. As you know. I’ve never been good at expressing myself through anything other than the written word, and my medication has made things like ten times worse with all the tongue tying lmao. So, if I saved this, and tried to tell you what I want to tell you now through words instead of writing - I don’t think I could get the message across.

I’ve rang (rung?) in seven years with you. I still remember the group chat when 2015 was coming up, and people kind of dropped off one by one because we were all in different time zones and soon it was just you and me. Watching, waiting - and then telling each other happy new year. The next year, I was with you. We drank horrible (no offense to all yall who like it but ugh) sparking grape juice or wine or whatever it was - and clinked our glasses together and sealed it with a kiss. Every year since, we have done something similar - though, thankfully, you have yet to offer me any more of that type of drink haha. There have been a lot of new years in my life - ones I remember, and one’s that (probably for the better) I don’t. I didn’t know that counting down to 2015 was really counting down to the biggest change in my life. That exactly 44 days later (on my blog’s one year anniversary) that I would be confessing the thing I swore I’d never confess. Uttering those words that I swore would never pass my lips with any sort of meaning, to anyone.

It hasn’t always been easy. Neither one of us are the easiest person to love. We meld together like - uhhhh. Fuck I had a metaphor and now I can’t think of it but like. Fuck. I don’t know. We blend together and become us very well, but sometimes our different... states??... can become very apparent. Loving you is nothing like I thought it would be. I used to write about love, shipped those little rp ships with every idea of ‘love’ I had in my mind. I took what I knew from books, from shows, from what I thought I had felt - and I thought I understood. But, boy oh boy, was I wrong.

Love is patience when you wanna drag the other person down the stairs by their hair because they’re taking too long to get ready. Love is pushing your pride to the side long enough to say I’m sorry because no matter how big your ego is, it’s not worth hanging onto to watch the other person suffer at your words and or hands. Love is support even when you fee like you don’t deserve it. Love is making someone toast because that’s all you know how to cook but you want to do something, so you try. Love is washing their hair because their depression is taking over and doing something even as simple as that just sounds like too much work. Love is “drive safe.” and “call me when you get there” and “please be careful taking Charlie outside. It’s slippery.” Love is the little things that add up to so much more. The kiss before sleep, bringing someone’s pills to them in the morning so they don’t forget when they fully wake up, holding hands walking through the grocery aisles because there’s just something so warm and comforting about your fingers interlocking with theirs - it feels safe. Love is sharing videogames and fighting over consoles (I’m kidding, we don’t really do that) and splitting up the chores so that one takes the dog out and vacuums and does dishes while the other takes care of cat litter and cleaning the bathroom because neither one of you want to do the other person’s thing.

Love is .. you. That smile you give me, the way your brow quirks when you’re trying to be funny or make me forget why I’m mad. The way you cut your own bangs at 2 am because you can’t sleep and gosh dangit they were in your face, how dare they!! Its the way you pull things off of shelves when we’re at the stores like “ooh do you like this, isn’t this cute?” with that beaming smile and that little laugh when I stare at you because god damnit I love you so much and sometimes I think I’m going to burst from it. Its the way you sit awake at a moment’s notice when all I do is say your name. Its the way we face our demons together, side by side, unrelenting. Love is the life you have given me, the things you’ve showed me - every day I wake up is a gift you gave; every laugh, every smile, every moment of wonder - I owe it all to you.

So here’s to us, love. Seven years down the road, older and (in my case, grayer. I’m still bitter) wiser. We’ve grown both as writers and as people - and I never thought I’d say it, but if we were a tumblr meme than the countdown on my wrist reached “00:00″ the day I met you. Do you remember that? Jeez that shows our ages I feel like lmao. My soul calls out to yours, I think it always has and I know it always will. I carry your heart with me ( I carry it in my heart).

There are so many things I still want to say, thoughts and dreams and wishes I don’t know how to express. But they’re you, they’re all you. And I guess the only thing I can say right now is, I’m yours, you know. And I’ll love you still in hell <3

#save ;#i'm saving this bc i want to be able to read your message when i want to even though its not in my inbox but #bye no one touch me i'm emotional #i'm in love dammit #emotions //#i had to tag it its literally that bad lmaoooo #long post //#twistedwit

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7 - Houston, I have so many problems (days gone by - nct)

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warning: excessive use of italics in this chapter because apparently I felt like it and I've only worked on this during night hours and honestly it probably doesn't make sense because it isn't edited properly okay love you bye now, enjoy the chapter (:

Mark drowns his sorrows in T Swift, Grey's Anatomy and Ben and Jerrys and we talk about Johnny a whole lot and the pressures of school and life decisions.

I’ve got a hundred speeches thrown-out speeches I almost said to you

Yeah, after all this time, I’m still into you

Johnny was a good brother, just not exactly role model material. He was protective, but still let you do all the dumb stuff you thought of - like jumping fully clothed in the lake during winter or staying out past curfew because ‘mum will never know, not unless you tell her anyway’ - he was the one there to laugh with you, cry with you, encourage you to do stupid things because you have to live your life. Mark never really understood when Johnny would go on some philosophical rant about how you only get one life, if you aren’t enjoying it then you’re not doing it right.

He wasn’t constantly thinking about what to do next, how if he did this or that then this would happen. Mark was confused by it in all honestly, he couldn’t comprehend that Johnny studied for fun, wanted to do well not because he felt he had to but because he wanted to. Mark never felt like he made choices purely for himself, he did it for other people or because that’s what he was supposed to do. It wasn’t just academics, Mark was nice to everyone, he it his tongue when he really wanted to correct someone on their opinions (everyone is entitled to their own opinions but the guy was just plain wrong, zero factual basis for his arguments). Mark liked being in control of his own thoughts and feelings, he liked dictating his own life, for once. He just didn’t know how to regain control. He wanted to stop doing things for others, he wanted to be a little selfish – wanted to make himself happy first. He didn’t realise there was absolutely nothing selfish about that at all.

And then, as stupid as it may sound, Mark started binging Grey’s Anatomy. The medical drama was a major turning point for the sixteen-year-old (at the time), taught him about how he wanted to help people, how he wanted to make a difference to people’s lives. He remembers sitting down and talking to Johnny about it, about how he felt like he’d found his calling. Sure, if anyone asked him now, he’d tell people that he fell in love with medicine as a young child, always playing doctors with his teddy bears and seeing his mum go to work every day, not that Sandra Oh being the magnificent actress she is, made him want to learn more and more about the field, thus he pulled an all-nighter googling different medical pathways and finding what was right for him – and how.

Johnny was there for all the big decisions in his life. Johnny was there when Mark didn’t realise you were supposed to ‘come out’ if you were anything but straight (frankly, he strongly believed in the idea that no ones sexuality should be pre-determined and that no one should feel the need to define who they are - like that clip in ‘Love, Simon’ which prompted Jisung, Hyuck, Renjun and Jaemin all telling him to shut up when he went on a rant about how assuming someone’s sexuality is wrong and how coming out shouldn’t just be for the non-heterosexual) and in the midst of his first full-on breakdown over his burgeoning crush on Daniel from year 10 maths, Mark had said ‘he’ around thirty-two times, give or take a few (yes, Johnny had counted just to be sure), and only then had it truly dawned on Johny that this was it, this is the closest Johnny was getting to an ‘I-am-gay-and-this-is-me-coming-out-to-you’ moment. Honestly, it’d made Johnny quite proud - his mother was an avid supporter of the community and they’d grown up completely aware that any and all love was love, nothing wrong with any of it and those who believed otherwise didn’t deserve a lollipop (sue him, he was only eight and that was their mum’s way of describing people who were arseholes without calling them bad names). Johnny was there when Mark, sweating nervously and disgustingly clammy-handed, told them how he wanted to follow in their mothers (actually Meredith Grey’s, not that he was going to tell his mum that) footsteps and become a doctor too. Why he was so nervous, he’ll never really know nor understand.

Especially not when Johnny picked him up and twirled him around in a hug shouting about how his little brother is going to be a doctor, Johnny always was one for theatrics, their mum on the other hand gave her usual warm-hearted smile, said she’d support him no matter what and wrapped him up in one of her bear-hugs. She always gave the best hugs, they simply felt like home, like no matter what you’d be safe.

Jisung smiled, too young to really care and didn’t understand why Mark had made some big deal about it – “it’s just a degree, you could buy one online for like a hundred pounds instead”. Yes, Jisung spent too much time on the internet, Mark really didn’t want to know what the majority of his time on there was spent doing. Honestly, Mark had him pegged as some sort of edgy Tumblr teen running an insanely successful blog for a book-turned-tv-or-movie series so the majority of his time was probably devoted to reading (that Mark knew) and watching and then reviewing the episodes. It was somewhat worrying the amount Mark had thought about this, was he a multi-fandom blogger or did he just stick to one? What was he watching? Shadowhunter’s? Harry Potter? Sherlock? So, many, questions. But hey, it wasn’t Marks business to know. If he’d just asked Jisung he’d be aware of the youngers multiple blogs, one dedicated to his love of kpop and idols with dimples, the other dedicated to reviewing and just general chatting and fan theories about his favourite book series turned movie/TV shows, Mark wasn’t as far off as he’d like to believe.

With everything that was happening with Hyuck, or rather lack thereof, Mark was desperate to feel at least somewhat in control of his life. Desperate to feel like he was doing something that mattered, like he was working toward something. One thing Mark could always rely on is that all of his friends and family, among other things, would describe him as a workaholic. As much as Mark loved to attempt to dispute this, he couldn’t. It was the truth and being the emotionally constipated teenager that he is – what better way to deal with your emotions that not doing so and instead throwing yourself into schoolwork? Mark was a broken human in many ways, in many ways he was just normal. Just like any other teenager feeling like they didn’t have their lives under control, feeling like they had to make life altering and affirming decisions at the age of sixteen or seventeen. It wasn’t fair. It didn’t feel fair at least. It didn’t feel fair that he couldn’t have some cute teenage love story like in the movies, didn’t feel fair that he had to submit his university applications by mid-October when everyone else got to wait until December, didn’t feel fair that everyone else had their soulmates or were finding them left and right but he was stuck.

It was stupid and selfish but he wanted to feel upset. He wanted to feel like he’d lost something rather than just admitting the plain truth that Donghyuck just didn’t like him back. Not every love story was straight (oh the irony) out of Wattpad and not everyone got their happy ending, at least not yet. So, a very stressed Mark was free to wander mindlessly around his home, mind too occupied with some parallel universe where there’s no such thing as soulmates and everyone possess the ability to fall in love with whomever they wish. Not that that would change much in Mark’s case, but let the guy dream okay? Okay.

Johnny was a good brother. But Johnny was still his brother at the end of the day.

A brother who comes home for the weekend unexpectedly and so his seventeen year old brother believes he’s able to be singing his heart out to wildest dreams by Taylor swift, I break from crying over Mcdreamy’s death, with a pot of Ben and Jerrys fish food (yeah he was in full blown sad mode) in hand and the most over-sized hoodie he could get his hands on, actually wearing his glasses for once and well… Mark was a mess, in peace, but Johnny took the initiative of filming Marks current endeavours before making his presence known by snorting obnoxiously and crumpling into a ball (well as close as Johnny could get to folding his over six foot body into something remotely small) on the floor of their kitchen unable to breathe normally for at least ten minutes and unable to look Mark in the eye for the next two hours while keeping a straight face, as every time it resulted in him wheezing again and managing to get out a “Y-you, you listen,” another wheeze, “to Taylor, the Taylor Swift,” another, stupid, wheeze, “like queen of break up songs when you’re sad? Oh, Mark, where did I go wrong with raising you.” Yeah, not the most pleasant of experiences for Mark, his bright red ears clearly displaying his emotions.

He should be allowed to drown his sorrow in peace, listening to Taylor Swift (and Adele but Johnny didn’t hear his rendition of ‘hello’ so #MarkFirstWin) eating his ice cream and dancing around the kitchen. We’ve all been there and anyone who says they haven’t done some sort of version of this is a down right liar, or just really, really, lucky and hasn’t experienced any form of heartbreak ever.

Nevertheless, this is the same Johnny who then slaps you so hard on the back that it winds you, and then tells you with the biggest shit-eating grin on his face, “Hey! You know what would be perfect to distract you?” No Johnny, he was taking the Taylor Swift route. Mark just shook his head, his ears tinting red at the memory of Johnny catching him again (yes it was three hours again) and how he would definitely be relaying the message to others. “Well, your uni applications are in, nothing you can do right now to change that. So, I wasn’t going to invite you because I knew you’d say no but now I’m leaving you no choice. As it’s Winwin and Yuta’s birthdays, they’re having a party tonight and you are coming with me.”

“But-“

“Yeah, no buts. You’re coming. Yes, everyone will be there – it’s a family affair. Even Jisung is coming for a bit but I’ve already bought him chocolate milk and put it in the fridge at Yuta’s place.”

“And you’re really going to let me drown my sorrows in alcohol after my birthday party?”

“Sure, after all, what’s the worst that could happen?”

Like Mark said, Johnny let you do the dumb shit. He’d help you pick up the pieces later.

Hyuck. Alcohol. Jungwoo. Alcohol. Yuta. Alcohol. Winwin. Alcohol. Jaehyun. Alcohol. Soulmates. Black-out drunk.

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brokemultidotexe · 6 years

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As If It’s Your Last

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Summary: If only people knew that Jeon Jungkook wasn’t as sweet and innocent like he made people believe. You knew the devastation he could cause. The two of you grew up together and you couldn’t find one without the other close by. Well, until Jungkook left for Seoul one day without saying goodbye. It’s been five years since he left and you’ve had no desire to see or speak to him ever again. But now he’s back in town and you’re being dragged to dinner at his parents house for dinner. The only thing you want to happen is for him to stay away while you act like he doesn’t exist, but Jungkook came back with one goal...for you to let him explain.

Word Count: 3.6k

Warning: None

Genre: Angst

“I’m sorry, what?” You needed it to be repeated because you were sure you heard her wrong.

“Jungkook is coming to visit his parents so we’re all going to get together in an hour or so that way everyone can catch up with each other. I figured you would be excited.” Your mom was busy chopping vegetables for dinner to see the look on your face of severe disapproval. It’s not that you hated Jungkook, because truthfully you could never hate him. But you hadn’t talked to him in years since he moved to Seoul and left you behind.

The pain of him leaving was gone, but the memory wasn’t. The both of you had been inseparable growing up. He was your best friend and the two of you were incredibly close, so when you found out he had auditioned and ended up getting a lot of offers from agencies in Seoul. You had been hurt that he didn’t tell you, but the deepest cut he made was when he left and didn’t tell you bye.

“Yeah. I’m thrilled.” you said sarcastically in response to your mother. You didn’t wait to hear if she had anything to say in response because you were already headed up to your room. You had kept up with Jungkook and his success but it wasn’t that you were actively trying to. His group was everywhere and had become so successful that they were winning awards in America and breaking records. You were happy for him but at the same time every time you saw him in ads or on billboards it stung that he so easily left you behind to go be an idol.

You spent the next few hours idly scrolling through tumblr and of course someone would decide to post a bunch of pictures of Jungkook. You sighed and started scrolling past but there were a few pictures that caught your eye. He definitely wasn’t a little kid anymore and he’d grown up to be incredibly attractive, it seemed puberty did well for him. You weren’t as lucky, you’d grown to be short like your mother. Because of all the dancing you did it didn’t make you super skinny like a lot of the girls your age. Yeah you definitely grew to have all the curves that girls wanted, but you were so shy and reserved you never showed it off. It was embarrassing when guys stare at you, so you had kept to loose fitting clothes.

“Y/N! Come down here, it’s time to leave!” Your mother’s voice cut through your thoughts and made you jump. You sighed and grabbed your hoodie at the end of your bed. If you were forced to go you were at least going to be comfortable. You knew your mother would protest, but you weren’t trying to impress anyone. Your family had known the Jeon’s for years and you still saw them occasionally, not near as much as you used to.

The ride to their house was silent while your mom forced you to hold onto the dish that she had agreed to bring. Your stomach growled at the delicious smell, you were ready to get there just so you could eat. The banana you grabbed before dance practice didn’t do enough to last you until dinner so you were ready to tear into a plate of food without any reservations.

When your mom pulled up to the front of their house you peered out your window. You hadn’t actually been to their house in years and it felt weird being back, it felt foreign. You swallowed a sigh not wanting your mom asking any questions. Your goal was to get through the dinner with your head down and leave as soon as you could without seeming too rude. You followed your mom up the driveway and waited as she rang the doorbell. Your heart was hammering in your chest and all you wanted to do was shove the dish at your mom and run away, but before you even got the chance to try the front door opened.

You heard his voice before you actually saw him since you were standing behind your mother. “Oh Jungkook! You’ve gotten so tall!” His laugh made you clench your jaw. You didn’t know why it annoyed you but here you were annoyed at the fact he laughed at something your mom said. Tonight was going to be a really long night. He stepped back so your mom could walk through and she went inside and left you in an awkward position where it was just you and Jungkook standing at the door.

You don’t think you’ve ever been in a more awkward situation. The both of you stood there looking uncomfortable and awkward. Neither of you saying anything to the other. You truly met his eyes for the first time since you saw him and you felt your stomach twist. His eyes still looked the same, still a window to his emotions. You could still see parts of the boy who had been your best friend lingering among the rest of this new Jungkook that seemed like a stranger.

“It’s good to see you Y/N.” His voice was soft and hesitant, which meant he knew what he did to you and how it affected you.

You pulled your eyes away and walked into his house not even saying a word to him. You weren’t sure what you’d say anyways, and if you did actually try it would probably end up with you cussing him out and the two of you knew that. Your body went into autopilot and you went straight for their kitchen and set the dish on the counter only to come face to face with Ms. Jeon.

“Y/N! I haven’t seen you since you graduated high school. Your mom told me you finished your degree and were one of the top ten students in your major. That’s amazing.” She hugged you tightly and you hugged her back. You rarely saw the Jeon’s now since you didn’t have a reason to ever see them, but they were still nice enough to go to your high school graduation which meant a lot. You’d only just finished settling down at your moms before you started your job search.

“Thanks Ms. Jeon.” you gave her a genuine smile. “Hopefully I'll be able to find a job soon and can start looking at getting an apartment.”

“Well don’t rush it, it's hard not having your babies at home even though they’re old enough to take care of themselves.” She took the dish you had brought it, “I’ve got this, why don’t you two go hang out while we finish this up.”

You turned to see Jungkook leaning on the door frame his eyes watching you and his mother. “Umm...sure.” All the parents knew what happened and the fact they were trying to push you guys to talk, without actually saying it, was only making things even more awkward. Why wouldn’t they let the both of you do the normal thing and just act like the other one doesn’t exist unless they absolutely have to. The both of you awkwardly walked towards the back yard, you were hoping you could just sit at their patio table and make it look like you were attempting to talk.

The silence was absolutely deafening and the avoiding eye contact was making the situation even more awkward. “So mom says your graduated the top of your class. You always were super smart.”

You sighed, “Don’t.”

“Don’t what?” he looked confused.

“Don’t try small talk, we both know you don’t care.” even you had to admit to yourself that you sounded completely bratty.

“I do care.” he sounded offended at your comment.

“Really now? You care about what my placement was when I graduated?”

“I care about YOU, so yes.” he put his elbows on the patio table and leaned into it from his chair.

You scoffed, “Yeah, you’ve made that apparent.”

“Y/N can I please explain why--”

“No. I don’t want to hear your bullshit explanation. We grew up together and spent almost every day together and I wake up one day and your gone without saying goodbye.” You refused to look him in the eyes and found the hole in your jeans to be very captivating.

He sighed and leaned back in his chair and tilted his head back to look up at the sky. The sky was clear and you could see the stars littering the sky. It had turned into a habit that every time you went outside at night that you look up at the sky to see the stars, even if it was just walking to your car. You had spent many nights with Jungkook talking about the future and what you wanted to do when you got older while you looked at the stars. You couldn’t help but look at him as he did it.

You didn’t like the way your chest ached now that he was around. All the pain you had stuffed down over the years was creeping up with him around you. Deep down part of you felt comfort from having him beside you again but the pain and resentment outweighed that. Part of you thought about telling everyone you felt sick and go home, the issue was that your mother drove and you would have to walk the five miles back to your house.

“I knew if I said bye to you that I wouldn’t be able to leave, even if it was a dream of mine. I thought that if you hated me that it would make it easier for both of us.” he said quietly, almost as if he was talking to himself. He didn’t care if you wanted to hear him out or not, he was going to tell you anyways.

“That is the most fucked up logic I've ever heard.” you scoffed.

“I know that. It wasn’t exactly my shining moment Y/N and I've regretted it ever since.” he sat up straighter and brought his head back up so he could look at you, “I wanted to call you that same night and apologize, but they took our cellphones as soon as we got to the dorms.”

For the first time that night the both of you made full on eye contact and it felt like someone was squeezing your heart. You hadn’t realized that you had buried so much pain over him leaving, you hadn’t realized that it affected you so much, but most of all you hadn’t realized just how much you needed him. None of that mattered though, because he made the decision to leave and he knew he hurt you. He deliberately hurt you in hopes it would be easier for you. You had always questioned his logic growing up because half of it never made sense. So you just stared at him in response, because you had nothing to say to that.

He continued despite your silence, “Once I was placed in a group under my company we were able to get our cellphones back, but by that time I figured you wouldn’t want to talk to me and that it was probably best if I just let you be. I thought that would be what you wanted and what would make it easier, instead of me risking opening old wounds. Believe me there were so many times I almost called. Every time things got hard you were the one person I wanted to call. Y/N I wish I could go back and do it differently, but I can’t.”

“Looking back at it, I was so pathetic over you leaving me. I waited for months for you to call, to get an explanation as to why. I wondered if you had been mad at me because I tried to talk you out of wanting to be an idol. I blamed myself for over a year. I eventually gave up and moved on and made you part of my past that I wouldn’t revist.” You leaned back in your seat to get move comfortable, “I didn’t think I'd ever see you again, but damn was I wrong. I had to listen to people talk about you with such infatuation and how amazing you were after your debut. I didn’t even know you’d actually debuted until people wouldn’t shut up about your group.”

“I came to visit two years ago hoping that I could talk to you, but you were off at uni.” He leaned forward and rested his elbows on the table again, “I know the way I handled the situation was shitty and I just wanted to be able to explain, like I am now. I just want the chance to explain and to just talk to you. If you never want to talk to me again after this then I promise I won’t ever bother you again.” he looked so broken.

“You wanna talk? Fine. How about four years after you left my dad was killed by a drunk driver and you were nowhere to be found” You blinked away the tears that were quickly forming, “or do you want to talk about the abusive ex? No? What about the panic attacks every time I got in a car for six months after my dad died?” You fought back the urge to cry. “You were off living your wonderful idol life while I stayed here in Busan dealing with one of the hardest things I've ever had to deal with.”

He looked to be in physical pain, “My mom called me and told me what happened believe me when I say I wanted to come back and be here for you, but I was in a different country in the middle of a tour. I couldn’t just up and leave. I tried calling you but the number I had for you wasn’t in service anymore. I figured that you’d changed it for a reason and didn’t want to talk to me. I just had to hope that your best friend at the time was there for you.”

You laughed sarcastically at the comment, “There was never anyone that filled the gaping hole you left, so no...I solo’d the grief period and tried to be there for my mom. Also, the reason I had to change my number was because my abusive ex wouldn’t stop harassing me”

He leaned back and ran his hand down his face “I spent years hoping that at some point I'd be able to come back here and get to see you. That I would explain everything and you’d be mad at me for a bit, but after I got done explaining you wouldn’t hate me anymore.” He ran his fingers through his hair and let out a breath, “But I'm living the moment I'd always hoped for and I'm listening to all the things I left you to deal with and it completely makes sense as to why you hate me. Hell, I hate me. I don’t expect the forgiveness that I was hoping for because I don’t deserve it and I could try making it up to you for the rest of my life but I would never be able to heal the wounds I left.”

“Well at least you got to live your dream right?” you said harshly.

He stood up from the table and looked down at you “I would give everything up to take your pain away Y/N. Money and fame don’t mean shit to me.” he started to pace, “If I had the chance to do it over I would have never left.”

You opened your mouth to say something but he cut you off before you could. He groaned, “God, things would have been so different. You would have been with me instead of that douche of an ex and I would have been here for you with everything that happened with your dad. I’d give up every damn thing I have to live that life with you Y/N”

Your mind was still frozen on the comment of the two of you being together. You acknowledged everything else he said but that comment caught you off guard, “You think we would have been together?” you asked not believing a word of it.

He looked at you with furrowed eyebrows, “Jesus Y/N I've been in love with you since we were twelve and the kid down the street dared us to kiss. Leaving you was the hardest thing I've ever done. Nothing else I've endured has come close to that.” He put his hands on the back of his chair as he stood there. “I ran like a stupid fifteen year old who was terrified to confess and figured running away from the issue would fix the problem. I’ve literally stayed clear of any other girl because all I've wanted was you.”

You put your hand up causing him to not continue, “Stop.” you whispered and stood up because you didn’t trust your voice to stay even. “You don’t get to come back and say those things JK you don’t get to do that.” you were getting mad. The anger was rising as the heartbreak started to pool over and bleed into your emotions.

Jungkook walked around the table towards you and stood in front of you. When you went to take a step back to keep distance between you he grabbed your hands to keep you from going any further. “If you wanna yell and cuss at me, go head. If you want to slap me or punch me, go head. I deserve it.” he pulled you closer, “Do whatever you need to but please don’t leave, please don’t run from me.” he pleaded.

You put your hands to chest and pushed him as hard as you could causing him to stumble back a few steps, “You don’t get to come back years later and say shit like that! Why would you choose to say this shit now!?”

“Because if I don’t do it now I won’t ever get to. You don’t think I realize that I may never see you again after this? I’m very aware that I could lose you again and I will regret it every day if I don’t say it. It’s shitty circumstances and probably the worst time to bring it up but I see it in your eyes that I'm about to lose you forever and I need you to know that it was never your fault on why I left. You mean so much to me and I know I did a shitty job of showing it, but I was fifteen and stupid. I was fifteen and in love with my best friend and having to only be your best friend was killing me, so when Big Hit reached out to me I took the chance. I didn’t say bye because I knew if I saw you, if I looked into your eyes I would never go. My dream was to dance and do music and I didn’t think I would ever get to do it, because I knew I wouldn’t be able to leave you.”

“Jungkook I--”

He cut you off again, “You’ve been the most important thing to me since I was nine Y/N. I’ve been in love with you since I was thirteen. I’ve regretted not saying bye to you since I was fifteen. It didn’t take long to come to the realization that I had to fix things, that I needed you in my life. I needed you to at least hear me out and tell you how sorry I was. I am so sorry I left without saying goodbye, I’m so sorry that I hurt you, and I’m so fucking sorry I wasn’t there for you when you needed me.”

You were angry that he was saying all these things. You wanted to stay mad at him because being mad was easier than being hurt. You don’t know where it came from but you pushed him away again and hit his chest over and over before collapsing against him while you sobbed. He put his arms around you and held you tight and kept whispering how sorry he was in your ear. You had always found comfort in his arms and even though he was the reason for your pain you still found comfort in him like before.

You weren’t sure how long the both of you stayed like that as he continued to hold you and whisper things in your ear. He would occasionally put his lips to your forehead and continue to repeat how sorry he was. He pulled back just a little so you would look at him, “I know I don't deserve your forgiveness and I don’t expect it, but please let me fix it. I will spend the rest of my life fixing what I broke, and I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you. Please don’t walk away from me. I finally have you in my arms and I'm not sure I'll be able to let you go.”

“I don’t forgive you.” your voice was thick with emotion.

“I don’t expect you to, but give me the chance to try.” he quickly pleaded.

After taking a moment to make sure you meant what you were about to say, you were able to give him his answer, “Okay.”

“Okay?” He seemed shocked.

You nodded, “Okay.” He pulled you into a tight hug and you didn’t want him to ever let go, because you’d needed him for all these years and here he was in front of you wanting to make things right.

AN: I enjoyed writing this. It originally started out as inspiration from SVT’s “Thanks” but it took a different direction, but I think it came out okay. Since the interest in Unexpected has died down a bit I think i’m going to slow down posting chapters and start working on a few oneshots here and there. I’ve also started an imagine blog, if you want to check it out you can go here but for now this is what I present you. Hope you like it!

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Hello :) I've been following your fic BtDS for long time now and I love the complex story and the entire premise of this story. I'm really curious how you two got around such complex world building including the little details and so much more. Have you already discussed this topic on world building before where I can read? I'd would love to know what inspired you both for this story and the background research you did for this? If you don't mind me asking? I admire your storytelling technique:)

Oh man, thank you so much; I’m super glad you like our fic! @atomicsapphic and I actually started thinking about this fic while I was on a cruise this past Christmas (you know, surrounded by water). I can’t say much about her train of thought regarding this fic since I actually do most of the writing (but she and I talk about every plot development and she also reads and okays all the chapters before we post -- oh! and she’s also responsible for some of the poems and the really lovely stream of consciousness in chapter 8), so most of it is just me spewing feelings and stuff all over the place. I’m actually a compulsive world-builder; ask any of my friends and they’ll tell you right off the bat that I do this shit for like everything creative, ever. I’ve been world-building and writing since I was 11, so in terms of storytelling technique it’s just how I’ve been rolling for a long time. I’ve actually taken some time each year since high school to write a really long fic (or, last year, the Quest for Erebor liveblogs on tumblr at @quiterespectablyyours) so writing giant wordcounts is also something I’m fairly used to, haha.

Anyway, I’ll talk about my process under the cut.

I actually did know quite a bit about selkies before I started! I read a couple selkie AUs for other fandoms (there’s a good series for Gravity Falls and there’s a really lovely heartbreaking one for Gimli/Legolas in LotR) and I knew I wanted to do something set in a seaside town for a really long time, not to mention a long slow-burn multimedia fic (I just didn’t anticipate it being this). I’ve grown up in a city that’s a ten-minute drive from the beach, and I’ve gone to a lot of little seaside towns in my life, so I’ve had some experience on that front, though I do admit in constructing Torvill Cove I took a lot of liberties with the town; there isn’t one specific town in the Highlands that is the “real” Torvill Cove (though its location is roughly where Maillaig is). In a way it’s kinda idealised and playing more with my childhood nostalgia of Thomas Kinkade paintings and Anne of Green Gables novels, so there’s something North American about the town sometimes, but I tried to put in some more Scottish details where I could find them (the Hogamany stuff, a lot of the Celtic mythological detail, the Torvill family crest, the process of renting a cottage, etc). At one point we’d actually set the fic in the south of England instead because I’m a sucker for chalk cliffs, but then we decided that Scotland was just a more accurate setting in terms of the folklore and the mood of the piece.

But the process of actually building the town itself was relatively simple; Leah and I talked about what jobs we wanted each of the characters to have, and that in turn informed us as to what the town had. We did change things up a lot in between our initial plans and the final story, mostly because once we factored in the fact that they’re mostly school-age people and we didn’t want to age people up, we had to give them all schools/colleges to attend in addition to their jobs. So not all of it was planned from the get-go -- things and details cropped up as I was writing and I just rolled with a lot of them. I’d actually written out like around 3 or 4 chapters before we started publishing them, so we had a large portion of time in which the fic was sitting around unpublished and I could just go in and change details as I pleased (it’s not so easy to do that now haha; I’ve had to go back and edit things like the winery’s product -- grape wines aren’t doing so hot in Scotland but berry wines are apparently a thing -- and the town’s population -- which I’ve adjusted like at least four times lol). I’ve also drawn some pretty crude maps of the town’s general layout, as well as floorplans for Viktor’s cottage and the lighthouse. I don’t have much for Yu-Topia, though -- I just sorta imagine Hotel del Coronado meets the Spirited Away bathhouse and go from there lmao

Honestly the biggest thing during the writing process was mostly the direction in which we wanted to take the story. Leah had actually imagined something a lot darker; she had envisioned something more like Gone Girl where Viktor deliberately takes the skin, but I wasn’t necessarily comfortable with something like that because this fic is actually tapping into some personal issues I dealt with this time last year (you could say it’s my own personal Stay Close to Me except I don’t want the hypothetical Yuuri in this situation to stay close to me? weird) and I personally felt like I wanted to do a story about people who love each other and, despite both of them being excellent writers and communicators of emotions in fiction, can’t seem to properly communicate with one another about their own feelings without hurting the other. So Leah and I had a talk about the vastly different wavelengths we were on and... well, since I’m writing the bulk of the story, my vision prevailed lol. I mean, I wanted there to be a little vein of darkness, but I didn’t want too much? I wanted there to be some obsession, obviously, but not to a very dangerous, borderline-abusive level. I didn’t want to portray this couple as having an abusive relationship (even if writing something Gone Girl-esque would be fuckin amazing -- just not for this fic lol); I wanted something that was a bit unhealthy, a bit codependent, but nothing that the two of them couldn’t eventually work out. That’s not strictly worldbuilding per se but it did greatly inform the tone of the words that I picked for Viktor’s endless thirst and pining so, yeah.

The multimedia aspect of the fic was actually purely accidental, since I realised I was going to get into nitty-gritty details but I also wanted bridges between each scene so it wasn’t jarring. So I rewrote a great portion of the first chapter, added in a visitor’s guide, and... it worked? And we rolled from there. Having that additional layer actually lets Leah keep working with me on this since she’s so busy with other things, so it worked out pretty well in the end.

I’m glad you asked this question, as it sorta let me get my thoughts in order as I write chapters 11 and 12 -- which, for plot related purposes as you’ll find next Sunday, are from Yuuri’s POV -- so thank you so much for this! If you have more questions, my ask box is open.

(also, if you’re feeling generous, please, consider buying me a cuppa?)

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