#especially if you thought someone was just slipping you a script?

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❀ female!murderer!reader x poly!ghostface ❀

Part 8// 4.5k words

-> Part 7

Warnings: stalking, breaking and entering, p in v, actual sex (woo), choking, slight daddy kink, cheating, mentions of knife kink, dismemberment, rough sex, the works ig

A/N: this took me forever to figure out how to write properly, so enjoy this experiment.

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Summary: You've just moved to a new town after the death of your little brother and stepfather with your mother. You're not ashamed of what you do to cope with the deaths; especially when you make two new friends who you might have more in common with than you thought...

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It was Thursday, exactly one day before the date of the original planned kill. With Sidney sick, you and the boys moved faster, trying to get the deaths done before Friday. Friday night, Stu promised, the three of you would watch a movie. Your alibi for Thursday night was your house—at least six movies rented from Blockbuster.

Your car ride wasn’t silent; Stu was listening to a mix of AC/DC and Black Sabbath, claiming it got him into ‘the mood’. Billy kept calling bullshit, and you just sat in the backseat, quiet as ever, contemplating what could possibly go wrong tonight. You were going to be following a script that Billy wrote for you, making sure to ask everything the same way that he did to you all those nights ago. You practiced, and once you got it right Stu clapped you on the back, telling you he’s proud of you.

“Are we almost there?” Your question broke the silence of the car, and Billy nodded.

“Five minutes. You ready?”

“Born ready,” You flashed the phone in the rearview mirror, and Billy smiled sinisterly. For the murder of Sid, Billy wanted all three of you there, but for just Tatum, it was going to be both Stu and Billy hunting her in the house. Pulling up to the driveway, it was nothing like you’d imagine. It was big, of course, and you couldn’t help but notice the lack of cars—signaling nobody was home. Tatum’s usual car was parked on the driveway, her bookbag still inside.

“Part one, you call her.” You nodded, your fingers dialing the number that you had saved in your phone book. It rang for a few seconds, and then you heard Tatum’s voice as she picked up the phone.

“Hello?”

“Hello, Tatum,” You said, and you could hear bemusement in her voice as she said,

“Who is this?”

“Someone who wants to talk to you.”

“About what?” She was talking more flirtatiously, more bounce than usual. You didn’t really know why, but you knew it would be a mistake she’d pay for later.

“I don’t know.”

“Well, who are you?”

“You don’t get to know that yet,” You could hear her huff in annoyance, and the click of the phone meant she hung up. Typical. You dialed again.

“What the fuck do you want?”

“I told you—I want to talk,” You could hear Tatum’s breathing fluctuate as she decided what she was going to do, before she clicked her tongue, evidently making up her mind.

“You can bother someone else, because fuck you for trying to scare me,” She said, and she hung up. You called her again. “What the fuck do you want?”

“I want to see your insides hanging from the flagpole,” You heard her breath hitch.

“You’re a fucking creep!” She hung up again, and you rang her. Once. Twice. On the third time, she answered, then hung up before you had a chance of saying anything.

“She’s playing hardball,” You tell them, and Stu stuck his tongue out.

“She’s about to become a ball,” He takes his knife out. “Should we scare her, then call her?”

“Sure,” Billy slipped his mask on, getting out of the car. Stu followed suit. “Just don’t go off script.” You watched as Billy threw a rock at Tatum’s window, and you heard her scream. You called her again, and this time she picked up.

“What the fuck do you want from me? My brother’s a fucking cop you’ll get arrested you bitch!”

“I told you what I want Tatum, I want your insides on the flagpole.”

“Leave me alone!”

“I can’t do that, Tatum. I’m much too interested in the pretty color of your blood,” You could hear her shrieking as Billy and Stu started pounding on the doors of the house. You weren’t sure why nobody was at the house, but it wasn’t that much of a concern.

“Leave me alone, please,” Tatum said. “Unless this is a prank? Randy?”

“You’re going to end up like Randy.”

“Randy? Is that you? Why haven’t you been in school? And what’s up with your voice?”

“Randy’s no longer with us. Please leave your message at the beep.”

“Who the fuck are you?”

“Whoever you want me to be.” On cue, you heard Tatum scream as one of the boys threw a chair through a window.

“Who the fuck are you? Where are you? What are you doing?”

“I’m wherever you can find me.”

“What the fu—” She screamed again, as one of the boys made a dramatic entrance. “Holy fuck. Holy fuck there’s someone here. What the fuck.”

“Hello, Tatum, you’re looking ravenous this evening.”

“Go away! I’ll kill you!” Perfectly timed, Ghostface lunged towards Tatum, knife in hand. You couldn’t tell what was happening, but from a blood curdling scream from Tatum let you know that she was hit.

“Should I do it again?”

“You’re a fucking psychopath!” Ghostface wasted no time. Chasing Tatum around the house, slashing and dicing her. After a few more screams, you heard the clunk of the phone dropping to the ground. You grinned, knowing it was only minutes before the plight of Tatum Riley, Stu’s girlfriend, and your former friend of only around a week or two. You gave a small chuckle to yourself.

A few more screams, and the house went dead silent. You listened intently, before the phone was picked up by someone.

“It’s done. Come inside, you’re going to help decorate,” Billy said. You obliged, getting out of the car and walking up to the front door. You knocked politely, and Stu answered.

“Welcome to the house of horror! May I take your order this evening?”

“Of course,” You told him in a posh British accent. “I’d like a serving of small intestines followed by some ribs.” Stu stuck his tongue out and grinned, and you couldn’t help but laugh as well.

“What are we going to do for poor Tatum?”

“I want to skin her and put her flesh on the flagpole,” Stu suggested, and Billy grinned.

“How about we hide her fingers and toes around the house?” You got a nod of approval from both boys. “Cook her head in a pot of stew on the stove. Put her legs and arms in the oven. Her torso in her bed. We could make it look like real horror movie shit.”

“I like your thinking,” Billy grinned from ear to ear, inhumane darkness surrounding the air as the three of you got to work on Tatum’s body, carefully skinning, chopping, and cutting parts of her to be hidden around the house, like the world’s sickest game of Easter egg hunting.

Stu was the one to make her skin into a makeshift flag, carefully sewing parts of her together with a sewing kit you packed with you. He hung it up from the Riley flagpole, taking down the American flag and replacing it with, in his words, an “American Whore”.

Billy was the one to dismember her corpse, putting her legs and arms in the oven and finding various hiding spots for her fingers and toes. You were in charge of making a pot of stew, and placing Tatum’s head in it for whoever came home first. You worked mostly in silence, the boys carefully devoted to their craft. Occasionally Stu would joke around, and you would crack a smile. The majority of your time was spent figuring out where the hell the Rileys put their cooking supplies.

At the end of finishing up the stew and setting it on the stove to cook, Billy was finally finished with hiding fingers around the house. He promised they would be finding parts of Tatum’s body for months after the deaths.

“Three hours, not bad,” Billy said, once you were all piled in the car. The house looked normal enough; the busted window was the only thing to show that something was seriously wrong. You figured that all the guesses in the world wouldn’t prepare the Riley family for what they’d find inside.

“Sid next?” Stu grinned, answering your question. Of course Sid was next. Why wouldn’t she be?

“All three of us go after her. I want her to be the victim of the most violent and brutal of all of these. I want her body in pieces, I want her strewn around the house, I want her insides hanging off of every fucking surface in that house. I want this to be the crime of the century, the only thing people talk about for weeks, and I want us to make sure that there’s no way in hell she’d survive.”

“Jesus Christ, did you prepare that speech?” Stu asked. “Calm down man. It’s just a girl. She’s got nothing on us, we’re fucking giants compared to her ass.”

“Are we calling her beforehand?”

���I want to. And we’re going to take a while on this one, I want to fuck her up real good.” Handing Billy the phone, you and Stu watched as he dialed Sid’s number, preparing to fuck with the mind of his greatest enemy.

“Hello, Sidney.”

“Hi, who—who is this?”

“What’s your favorite movie?”

“Randy? Is that you? What’s going on with your voice? It sounds sexy.”

“What’s your favorite horror movie?”

“Randy, you just gave yourself away, you know I don’t like horror.”

“I like the ones where you die.”

“What? Is this some kind of a joke?”

“You should start hiding, Sidney. I’m going to give you a minute. If I find you, I’ll kill you. Understand?”

“I think you should prank someone else.”

“You’re in the family room. You’re pacing. Are you nervous?”

“Listen, jackass, I’ll call the cops! I’ll call Dewey, I’ll—”

“You’re wasting time.” Billy nodded, cuing you and Stu to start assaulting Sid’s house with a mirage of rocks, yard decorations, and nearly everything you could find and throw. You got out of the car, heading to the side of the house where you threw a few rocks. She started screaming, cursing, and yelling at Billy, who was grinning on the other end of the phone. You noticed she wasn’t hiding.

The goal of Billy calling was to keep her from calling the cops before you could wrench the phone from her hand. That was the first objective of you and Stu; phase two, if you had the order of events. Call her, freak her out, take the phone, torture her, kill her. Easy as pie.

You nodded at Stu, who was positioned in front of the front door of Sidney’s house. He knocked. You could hear Sidney pleading with Billy over the phone to leave her alone, but to no avail. Billy wasn’t going to go home without her head on a stick.

You and Stu waited for a minute, watching as it appeared that Billy was trying to coax Sidney into opening the door. You can tell she doesn’t. She’s screaming something in the house, her voice nearly hoarse from shouting.

Stu ended up picking the lock, allowing you and him entrance into the home. You two found it bare, Sidney gone. You carefully listened for her breathing, for the voice of Ghostface on the phone, anything. Dead silent. You and Stu looked at each other, both masked and cloaked. You were going to have to find her. She took Billy’s advice and hid after all. Stu made a motion towards the upstairs, and you motioned to the downstairs. You’d each search different floors. You picked up one of the house phones, listening to see if she hadn’t yet hung up. Delightfully silent. You kept the phone on you, making sure that if she answered, or tried to make a phone call, you could stop it from happening. You weren’t going to get caught, not tonight.

You heard a small rustling noise, and you looked around. No sign of Sidney, but you knew you heard her. Billy appeared at the front door, and you pointed to a closet. You found her. Billy was the first to open the door of the closet, scaring the shit out of Sidney. She started to try to flee, but you caught her, pushing her back into Billy. Stu came running downstairs at the noise, quick to join in with the murder. Billy’s knife went to Sid’s throat, taunting her.

The three of you had your blades out, threatening. Billy whistled a bit, and to Sid’s horror, started to drag the knife down her throat and to the base of her collarbones, before sliding it back up to her cheek. She was silent, her breathing loud and uneven. Billy cut her cheek open, and Sid screamed, and tried to get away from him, but failed. The three of you surrounded her. You and Stu weren’t going to interfere with Sid’s death—Billy was going to deliver the final and killing blow. That was Billy’s plan, Billy’s job. It was something that he wanted to do, to take revenge for his mother.

You watched as Billy taunted Sid with the knife, cutting her deep enough to draw blood, but not deep enough to scar. You realized he was playing with his kill. He motioned towards you and Stu. Stu ran off, and came back with a chair. You took the roll of duct tape in your robes out, handing it to Billy. He nodded, and Sid was silent, and you weren’t sure if she was thinking of how to escape or if she was shocked from it all happening. You didn’t care.

Taping Sid to the chair, tight enough that she couldn’t get out. Billy put tape around her head, preventing her from talking. You could hear her start to scream, but it was muffled, and Billy put his hand on her cheek, caressing it before he slapped her. He took his knife out again, motioning for you and Stu to do the same. Sid was the first, and only, victim to know that there were three of you. You wondered if she felt special for this knowledge, even though she wouldn’t be alive long enough to share it. It was an honor, after all. Billy started the actual assault first, slicing off one of Sid’s fingers. She tried to scream against the tape, but it was a fruitless effort. She was dead.

You knew Billy was wanting to reveal himself to her—wanted her to know who killed her. You wondered when he’d do it. Not for a good while, he and Stu were enjoying cutting off various parts of Sid’s body, making her scream and cry for their sick and twisted enjoyment. A part of you was enjoying the screaming, too.

Stu started slicing at her legs, making her jeans stained with her blood. She was moving, trying to put up some semblance of a fight, but you knew she wouldn’t be able to win. No, the three of you were going to have hands stained with the dark crimson of her blood. Billy suddenly made a noise with his throat, signaling for Stu to stop. Up until now, you were observing. But Billy wanted you to partake.

You walked up to Sidney, smiling wickedly under the mask. You started by slicing up her arm, drawing blood. She was still screaming, her movements still as sharp as ever as you continued torturing the girl.

The parts of you that you couldn’t control, the animalistic and psychopathic parts, were now coming full circle. The voice of anger that drove you to kill was back, and calling for the absolute death of Sidney Prescott, and you were going to listen to it with every fiber of your being. Your cuts got deeper. Stu and Billy watched as you increasingly got closer to killing Sidney, your slashes becoming more messy and difficult to get out of her body. Her left arm was barely on her body anymore, and her movements were weaker and weaker as she bled out.

“I think now’s the time,” Billy said, and Sidney’s face moved up, weakly. You stopped slashing. “Sidney Prescott, how are you this evening?”

“She looks dead tired,” Stu giggled. Sidney didn’t say anything, her eyes wide and her mind racing.

“Well, I guess it’s time to reveal ourselves. Sidney, meet Stuart, Stuart, meet Sidney,” On cue, Stu removed his mask, causing Sidney to start to struggle more.

“The tits of the operation, Y/N,” Billy announced, and you de-masked, Sidney’s eyes wider than before, her movements more and more desperate.

“And the mastermind and our brilliant leader, William Loomis,” You watched as Billy unmasked, the pure horror on Sidney’s face beautiful as he made the final, killing blow—slicing her neck all the way, butchering her head from the rest of her body. Billy quickly cut through the tape, his eyes and aura filled with something that was different from anything you’ve ever seen with him.

“We’re going to do all sorts of shit to her body,” Billy gloated, and he and Stu started to undress Sidney, tearing her clothing off with a knife. Her lack of head made you cringe, but you didn’t say anything, not when you were so close to doing what Billy was dreaming of two years ago.

Billy started by cutting out her eyes, handing them to Stu. He went to hide them, and Billy then cut off her ears, nose, and her tongue. He took time to rip her teeth out, before Stu scattered them along the floor of the stairs, leading to Sidney’s bedroom. Her fingers were cut off, just like Tatum’s, and Billy gave them to you to dispose of. You decided to hide them in cabinets and nooks and crannies, all ten of them waiting like a surprise on Christmas day. Billy began to cut off pieces of Sidney’s arms, handing them off to Stu and you, allowing you two to find places to put them.

Sid’s legs were kept to her torso, and Billy hauled the remaining bit of Sid’s body to her bedroom, where he propped her up against the window, admiring his handiwork. Stu came up next to him, and you followed, noticing how close the boys were. You put your arms around both of them, kissing them on the cheek. They both blushed; Billy froze and Stu stuck his tongue out, and kissed you on the lips.

“Someone’s a horn dog tonight,” He taunted, and Billy eyed the two of you.

“Get in the car. I think we’ll have some more fun tonight.”

You listened to him.

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You arrived at Stu's house, which was empty as ever. Billy quickly ushered the two of you in Stu’s bedroom, where he instructed you to strip. The glint in Billy and Stu’s eyes let you know this was going to be a special kind of night.

You did as you were told, slipping the robes off your body, followed by your tank top and your long black pants. Your red bra and panties were on full display, and you could see Stu lick his lips in anticipation.

Without warning, both Billy and Stu crept towards you, and grabbed you before throwing you on the bed. Billy grabbed part of the cloak, cutting a strip of it off. Tying it around your head, blindfolding you. You felt the hands of one of them start to touch your body, tracing circles around your stomach and down to the lower part of your abdomen. Another one had a knife to your throat.

“Is this okay?” The knife was tapped against your skin, and you nodded. “Good girl.” The praise made you blush, and you realized you were wet.

You were kissed, roughly. Hands were all over your body, exploring. The knife was traced along your body, your senses alert and aware of the movement of the blade. Despite not being able to see, you had a hunch Stu was the one holding the knife. You felt your panties being tugged off, and you held your breath as you felt the breath of one of the boys on yourself. A lick. You moaned, your mouth parting and a finger being slipped in.

“Suck,” Billy companded. Stu was on your pussy, licking and sucking and biting your clit, Billy held your hands above your head with his other hand, forcing you to not touch anyone. Your thighs tightened around Stu’s head, his muffled groans making your stomach twist in pleasure. Billy started to kiss you, touching your breasts as Stu kept eating you out. The two of them were pleasuring your body in ways you couldn’t even fathom, and you very nearly whined when Stu stopped eating you out.

“I’m going to fuck you like an animal,” Stu growled out, and you could hear Billy laugh darkly. Without warning, Stu slipped his dick in your pussy, and you cried out from the intrusion. He started to roughly thrust into you, not giving you any time to adjust to his size as he continued to pound into you, enjoying the tears that were sliding down your cheeks.

Without warning, you felt something touch your lips. You parted your mouth, only for the tip of Billy’s dick to be shoved in. Your eyes watered, but you tried your best. The praise that both of them were giving you made you feel incredible.

“Such a good girl, taking my dick,” Stu whispered softly, and you moaned around Billy’s cock.

“You’re a good whore,” Billy had his hands in your hair, controlling the rhythm you were sucking him off at. It was a strange angle, and you could imagine the image of Billy kneeling on top of you, his dick in your mouth and his ass in Stu’s face.

“You’re so fucking hot like this, goddamn,” Stu’s rhythm was sporattic, and you wondered briefly if that wasn’t him messing with you, but his genuine rhythm. Billy’s was quick-paced, you nearly choking on his dick a few times. “I just want to tie you up and fuck you like a ragdoll.”

“Have our way with you, just like a whore,” Billy added, his dick going farther into your throat. “Using you, and you’d enjoy it. Every second. Isn’t that right?” You made a noise around Billy’s cock, trying to speak, but the words died in your throat as Billy kept thrusting into you, his balls on your chin. You were taking all of him, your nose buried in his neatly trimmed pubic hair. His hands were rough on your hair, pulling it, making your eyes prick with tears as you enjoyed every second of it.

Stu’s hand made it down to your pussy again, causing you to nearly gasp. He started to play with your clit, causing your hips to buck and a moan around Billy’s dick. Stu laughed to himself as he continued pleasuring you, slipping his dick in and out in a rhythm that not even Beethoven could replicate.

“Good God, I’m going to come, and you’re going to drink it, aren’t you?” Billy’s tone of voice was deep and low, his hands buried in your hair as he started to roughly thrust into your mouth, using you for every drop of his pleasure.

“I’m going to come and you’re going to swallow, you’re going to tell me how good it is and how you’re a fucking slut for me, and I’m going to tell you how beautiful you are.” Stu kept thrusting into you, his pace more and more uncontrollable as he moaned and groaned every time he pulled out and went back in, your pussy clenching around him in the most delightful way. He was less vocal than Billy was, but his moaning made you more wet than anything.

Your thoughts were ripped from you as Billy tugged on your hair roughly, his cum starting to leak down your throat and out of your mouth as you struggled to swallow all of it, Billy’s tip hitting the back of your throat.

Right after, Stu came, flooding your pussy with his own seed, his thrust deeper and hitting your sweet spot, to where you came, your back arching, the hands of both of them touching every inch of you, Stu’s lips finding your breasts and leaving bite marks. Billy kept thrusting into your mouth, as Stu kept pounding into your pussy, making sure that you were finished with your orgasm before they pulled out.

Your vision was restored when Billy pulled your blindfold off, revealing both of them, their eyes full of desire and their heads full of them trying to process what happened. You laid there, your body still on full display, your hands still above your head, exactly where Billy left them. He was the first to speak.

“You’re such a good girl,” His hand graced your cheek, and he kissed it softly, his lips tickling you slightly. “You didn’t complain, and you swallowed every drop.”

“You felt so good on my cock,” Stu chimed in, and you nodded, your head filled with carnal desire for the two of them again. You wanted to do so much to them, and yet, you wondered if they’d do the same to you. If they wanted you the same way you wanted them.

“You should clean yourself up,” Billy said. “Do you need Stu and I to help you?” At the offer, you nodded, and Billy and Stu hoisted you up, carrying you to Stu’s bathroom. They sat you on the bathroom rug, as Stu started to run the water.

“Do you want bubbles?” He asked, and you nodded. He went into a cabinet and pulled out a container of bubble bath.

“Are you alright? We went kind of rough,” Billy’s eyes were still filled with lust, but you saw part of him that was worried.

“I’m okay,” Your voice was raspy, and you realized your throat was kind of sore. Billy went up for a second, and returned with a glass of water.

“Drink,” He said, and you listened. Stu shut the water off once there was enough, and the two of them carefully lifted you to the tub, and gently lowered you. You practically melted in the bubbles and warm water, your muscles relaxing. You sighed, content.

They weren’t finished with you quite yet. Stu began to wash your body with a washcloth, making sure to gently rub you with soap. Billy took to your hair, brushing it out before dipping a glass in water, wetting it. He began to massage your scalp with shampoo, and your eyes fluttered shut at the pampering the two were giving you.

They were gentle as they finished bathing you, and they lifted you out of the tub, drying you off with a delightfully soft towel. Carrying you back to Stu’s room, they gently placed you under the covers of Stu’s bed, whispering praise along the way.

“Where are you two going?” You asked meekly.

“We’re going to get some food, we’ll be back,” Billy said, and you nodded sleepily. You felt their eyes on you as you fell asleep, your head full of carnage and your body warm and clean. You were happy as you fell asleep, your mind peaceful and silent.

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Hi! I read about your super cool Self Aware R1999 AU and it got me thinking about what Sonetto would be like, since I have a 100% bond with her in the suitcase.

Would she try to keep normalcy? Have a brand new idle line? Perhaps pull a Monika DDLC and start writing poetry where she tries to grapple with the fact that there’s an eldritch being puppeteering her best friend?

;R1999 SONETTO - Self-Aware AU

Headcanons about how Sonetto would act upon becoming self-aware. Related to this Self-Aware AU post.

glad you like the AU! this was a nice chance to explore Sonetto's character more <3

To organize my thoughts better, I gotta talk about Sonetto first for a bit.

I definitely talked about this with a few friends, but Sonetto is a wonderful character to me because I both dislike and feel for her a lot - especially in the new 1.4 Main Story update. The emphasis the game puts into her role as a military dog (raised to follow orders and die for a cause she doesn't truly understand) and a lost puppy (a curious and dependant child believing her caretakers have the best of intentions) really lives up to the way she portrays these same traits. Yes, it's awful to see her continue to perpetuate the harmful ideas the Foundation taught her, but it makes sense. Yes, it's lovely to see her slowly break away from everything she's ever known, and yet revert back to her habits because change is difficult. The way she works perfectly as a foil to Vertin, it's so good!

To me, Sonetto is a character that resists change, while yearning for it at the same time. That's why her Medium is curiosity, after all. It's so lovely and ironic to see THE perfect example of a Foundation martyr being set up for failure in something that they couldn't have even foreseen, her own Medium, her own innate curiosity.

So with this in mind, I think that within the Self-Aware AU ... I think she would be able to deal with this sudden awareness of everything being fake, because her first reaction would be to assume there's something wrong with herself for thinking something so outlandish, so beyond what she was taught. Sonetto would still resist this change - if this is a game, then she's not meant to be aware of it, therefore she's the one at fault and perhaps, broken in a way.

Maybe "broken" is too heavy of a word, I imagine it's more like she believes she broke the rules by gaining this level of sentience. That it' wasn't supposed to happen in the first place.

How would she act overall?

I feel like Sonetto would be relatively fine upon becoming sentient because of this, she'd be shaken but would continue to do as expected and follow the script like a proper little chess piece, one of the many cogs needed in the machine - her reasoning is simple: if everyone who is self-aware began to act out, there wouldn't be a game to play. And what would happen to her friends, then? If this stability that the plot and script brings is suddenly gone?

There would be times where she might slip up, but they'd be very subtle changes in the her dialogue - perhaps the inflection of her voice, rather than the words - she might pause for longer to think, to consider whether to do anything outside of what she's expected to. But that's about it.

The problem begins when she finds out (or is told) that the Foundation had known this truth about the world they live in for longer than she's been alive. Sonetto remains docile entirely to keep that order and harmony she's been raised to maintain, but to find out that the very people who taught her that have known and done nothing but lie to everyone - that would be the catalyst for her.

Personally, I like to think that this is something she figures out on her own, rather than being told. A truth she must face on her own instead of just accepting someone else's words.

Her behaviour would still largely remain the same whenever she knows she has a part to play, but in those moments when she knows there's no "camera" looking at her, Sonetto would... sit there. WIth the way I've interpreted Sonetto, she's a character that struggles to actually have an identity outside of the Foundation's training, so now that this is something she can't rely on, she's at a loss as to what to do with this newfound freedom.

I imagine this is when other arcanists who were self-aware before her would start reaching out to Sonetto and slowly give her that stability she needs.

On the subject of Sonetto's relationship with Vertin.

The way I interpreted Sonetto and Vertin's dynamic, I don't see them as best friends!

From reading back some scenes and transcribing most of CH 03 of the Main Story, it feels like both Sonetto and Vertin have always found themselves in a one-sided relationship: when they were kids, Sonetto rejected Vertin's attempts at becoming friends because of their differences, even if they were both curious about each other. They never striked me as close. Now that years have passed, Vertin treats Sonetto similar to how she treats everyone else, while Sonetto explicitly wants to be closer to Vertin due to what happened when they were kids.

To me, Vertin has shown more emotion to Schneider and Madam Z than to Sonetto. There's this one-sided dynamic again.

In the context of the AU, I think Sonetto finding out about what Vertin goes through with this entity and this role that the game forced upon her, she would double down on her feelings to protect Vertin. There's a lot of guilt involved, since - once again - that's what the Foundation teaches to all orphan arcanists, to repent for their unruly and destructive existence.

I think Sonetto would feel guilty for not gaining sentience sooner, while Vertin has been struggling with this heavy weight for God knows how long. She would recontextualize everything about Vertin, her actions and the differences that constantly got her into trouble as a child, her desire to escape - attributing all of it to this entity that follows her. Because I do think that Sonetto idolizes Vertin to a degree that fuels this one-sided dynamic between them, not out of malice of course, just like a puppy.

So in the end, Sonetto would resent the Player and worry even more for Vertin, now using this as a justification for acting out of line and out of script, as Vertin's self-imposed protector.

It would take Sonetto a looooooong time to do anything with her sentience and freedom, beyond continuing to support Vertin. Her poems and her art would reflect this progress slowly, but yeah, not a lot of noticeable changes.

Reaching 100% Bond with Sonetto.

This is a very conflicting event for Sonetto, I'd say.

The more attention you pay to her, the more aware she becomes of your influence - and now she has to come to terms with the fact that there is no way of separating you from Vertin. She can't free Vertin from this fate, and it doesn't look like she wants that to happen either, but it eats Sonetto from inside out. Because she doesn't understand, and she wants to know why this is the way things are meant to be.

When it comes to reaching 100% Bond with her, or levelling her up and so on, I don't think she'd pay much attention to the mechanical aspect of it all. She's a skilled arcanist, she's the first important character the game gives to you during the tutorial stages, she knows just how important her Disarm ability can be to win a battle - of course you would want her on your team.

But as she slowly spends more time with Vertin and the Player, I think Sonetto would start to wonder about the outside world. They're small, little and impulsive thoughts in the back of her mind, like wondering if you too have someone in this fictional little world that you care about enough to see the story through the end. Are you capable of loving someone that can't reach out to you nor acknowledge your presence? Isn't it cruel, for those who remain blind to the truth, to be so loved and cherished by you?

Do you read the newspaper the same way Vertin does? Do you care about her? About her goals and dreams and thoughts?

This is the only way Sonetto can reconcile this resentment she has for you: through Vertin. I think Vertin would eventually notice all these subtle changes, the way Sonetto never looks truly happy whenever she looks at Vertin, looking above as if she could catch a glimpse of the Player. And Vertin would help through the whole process, easing up to sentience as a whole, to accepting the Player's existence as just something that is there, neither good or bad.

While she's one of the very few who has no trouble differentiating your actions and influence from Vertin's own free will, she would eventually come to respect your choices. Doing her best and beyond whenever you choose her to battle, because now the stakes are higher - now, she's choosing to fight for something she fully understands and cares about.

I like to think that Sonetto can't hear you, but she might be able to see you. Little glimpses here and there, when she happens to look up at the sky, and she sees you cheering after beating that one level that's been giving you a headache. I like to think that she would share these details about you with Vertin, if only to ease her own mind about the complex dynamic you have with THE Timekeeper.

But at the end of the day, this is progress and these are many changes that happen out of your field of vision. Perhaps, one day, Sonetto will gather the courage to thank you for taking care of Vertin when no one else would.

#reverse 1999 #reverse: 1999 #reverse 1999 x reader #self aware au #reverse 1999 sonetto #sonetto

[lelengerine]

helloo! for the drabble event, could u do a celebrities + soulmates au for renjun pls? thank u 🌟

oh to see you

pairing | actor!renjun x actor!reader

genre | celebrity + soulmates au, it’s implied the reader is female for this one ;0; renjun’s a little grumpy in the beginning, do lmk if i missed anything!

wc | 0.9k

notes | thank u sm sm for requesting this, i was so excited to write this one as soon as i saw it in my inbox because i haven't tried writing something like this yet (kinda) ;0; likes, rbs, and feedback are always appreciated !!

this is part of my drabble req event here!

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for once in his entire acting career, huang renjun is left stunned as he reads through the stack of papers detailing his role in an upcoming drama.

he had always resonated with the characters he was assigned to, having a good feel of them before filming even began, yet he can’t seem to wrap his head around this specific one.

his company decided for him to play as a smitten college student, desperately pining over a girl in his year level after figuring out they were soulmates.

it didn’t make sense to him. the character was acting that way simply because they were soulmates and nothing more? what even was the point of love then? 

he would never admit it himself, but he was a romanticist who preferred carefully thought out acts of love over fleeting bursts of affection. though, who was he to argue seeing as the drama was well received by the public when news of it first hit the headlines.

but don’t get him wrong, the idea of soulmates was a concept he was more than familiar with. it wasn’t surprising to hear about it in the first place, especially when the world he lived in was full of it — red strings of fate, matching tattoos, special birthmarks, he’s seen it all, but stubbornly refuses to accept it in its truth. 

perhaps it's because he believed having a soulmate himself was highly unlikely.

he still remembers the stories he’d hear when he was younger about his cousins finding ‘the one’ — a person they shared a special bond with that no one else could replicate. it was then he tried looking for anything that could signify he had one of his own, but to no avail.

the memory still sits bitterly in his mind, yet he finds himself standing in front of the film site, unable to deny the proposal of the director. this was still work, after all.

you’re inside a trailer in the same set, sitting in a pile of jittery nerves as your make-up artist does their best to make you look presentable on camera. 

you had stayed up a bit too much rereading your script over and over again, time passing through your fingertips before you even knew it. dark circles lay under your eyes, but you still think your efforts were worth it. this was your first major appearance in a drama as one of the main leads, a crucial moment in your career to make yourself known. 

you couldn’t let something as precious as that slip away.

“you’re done here, i better see you getting a good night’s worth of rest after this!” your make up artist jests, making you laugh along with them. 

a smile makes its way up your lips as you stand up from the seat, “what would i do without you? though, i’ll be off now!”

with a small wave, you bid them a goodbye, opening the door to find yourself face-to-face with someone who was so effortlessly serene, it kind of intimidated you. “ah- i’m sorry, were you coming in for make up?”

you notice he looks rather familiar, plush lips parted ever so slightly, and eyes twinkling with a shade of pink as he stares at you. his gaze was mesmerizing, a little too much that it brings out your bashfulness, pursing your lips together before deciding to speak again. “hello? did you come here for your make up?”

“huh- oh, yeah.” he quickly transfers his line of sight to his feet, his heart beating like he just ran a 10 meter marathon. he’s never seen you around as one of the make up artists, so who exactly were you?

“my name is y/n.” you begin speaking as if you read his mind, “i’m one of the leads for this drama. it’s nice to meet you…?”

and suddenly his world clicks into place. you were going to be his partner for the drama- ‘snap out of it’, he grumbles to himself, causing you to give him a confused look.

“sorry?” you ask, hoping he could repeat what he just said because you weren’t able to catch it.

“no, it’s nothing. i apologize.” he states softly, “my name is huang renjun. i look forward to working with you.” he’s smiling now, the sparkles in his eyes now glowing a bright yellow, and your cheeks start warming up. did everyone’s eyes normally look like this?

“i- i look forward to working with you too.” you turn away to give room for your flustered expression, “um, you should get ready now. i’ll leave you be.” 

your polite words disappointingly leave him with no reason to refuse. it was a shame, he wanted to talk to you more… wait, what? just what was going on in his mind?

“yeah, okay, thanks.” his replies hurriedly, not at all in the way he hoped for, but it somehow just came out in that manner. “i’ll see you later for shooting?”

“yeah.” you smile for the first time and renjun finally sees the same kind of sparkle that floats in the depths of your irises as his, leaving him just as enthralled as you were moments ago. “i’ll be on my way then.”

the two of you now stand on opposite sides of the trailer’s door, and while you’re wondering how you’re going to properly dictate the lines you practiced while looking at him, renjun’s come to the revelation that there might just be a soulmate for him out there — or rather right outside this very trailer van. 

perhaps he’s just understood the desperation of his character’s lovesickness because he wants to open the door once more and rush out to look for you — you who he hopes is the soulmate he has been silently yearning for his entire life.

#lelengerine drabble event #nct fluff #nct dream fluff #nct angst #nct dream angst #renjun fluff #renjun angst #nct imagines #nct drabbles #nct dream imagines #nct dream drabbles

[enbysanavi]

Resident Lover: Cassandra

Cassandra finds out more than she planned about her co-star.

Warnings: N/A

One thing Cassandra thought about on a daily was the fact that someone could outshine her. She wouldn’t go down without a fight but it was a very real possibility that someone out there is better than her.

Luckily she was yet to find that person.

Her Romeo was good but not nearly as good as her but then again there was something so charming about them, something so enticing that she couldn’t help but let a few things slip in order to watch them blush or fumble with their words.

But currently Cassandra was watching her charming co-star do god knows what on their laptop while the two sat in the cafe for a “break”. That was the thing with her co-star, if they weren’t practicing their script they were doing a bunch of other activities to keep busy.

They were in the student council and somehow didn’t go insane, they were in her mother’s art class, worked at Auntie Donna’s flower shop, tying away on their laptop and jotting notes down in their journal, Cassandra swore she even saw them in a heated discussion with Uncle Karl one day during a shift. Cassandra can barely remember a time where they weren’t doing something to keep busy.

It was mildly concern but then again she couldn’t exactly judge. She hated sleeping so naturally she trained herself in the art of doing whatever she could to stay awake which included, theatre work, piano, singing, art and helping Uncle Karl at the mechanics.

Cassandra only did it so she wouldn’t be terrorised by her nightmares so at least she had a good reason, her co-star though… they never slept and even when they did it was in small increments and they would usually wake up at the smallest noice according to Daniela.

Perhaps the two were two sides of the same coins. It seemed highly likely that the two would find each other, who could resist Cassandra’s charm anyways?

Suddenly her co-star snapped their laptop shut as soon as a familiar face walked through the door. Cassandra raised an eyebrow as she peered over her co-star’s shoulder to see who might’ve caused such a reaction from her stoic and serious friend.

Mia Winters walked through the door with that eerie smile on her face like usual. Cassandra sighed, originally she thought that it would’ve been someone important like her mother or ever perhaps the ever Illusive President Miranda but Mia Winters?

Cassandra leaned forward and plucked a chuck of bread off of the sandwich that she bought for her co-star. “You finally decided to take a break? Pigs must be flying for such a thing to happen.” Cassandra chuckled and waited for their response.

The student in front of her bit their lip and stared down at their sandwich, as if they only just noticed that there was food in the area. “Just wanted to pay attention to you.” They said quietly and picked up half of the sandwich before taking a small bite out of it.

Cassandra tilted her head and smiled. “Now you pay attention to the pretty girl in front of you.” She says with an exasperated sigh and leaned back in her chair. “Have you finally decided to actually hang out with people?”

Shifting in their seat, they seem uncomfortable at the prospect of someone thinking they don’t hang out with people. “I’m sorry, I should’ve been paying more attention.” They mumbled and took another bite of their sandwich.

Cassandra’s eyes softened as she reached over and gently flicked her co-star’s nose. They scrunched up their face all adorable like which just made Cassandra’s heart flutter. “No problem. Seems like I have your attention now.”

The tug of a smile slowly formed on their lips before they hid it behind another bite of sandwich.

At this angle Cassandra could almost be fooled into thinking that their eyes were gold, the way that the sunlight reflected true beauty was something that Cassandra was always happy to indulge in. After all, seeing their eyes wasn’t a rare thing, especially indoors but outside in the natural light they preferred to wear dark circle rimmed glasses that hid the true colour of their eyes.

Cassandra sighed before taking a big gulp of her coffee. “I am going to get another refill. Would you like anything, my Romeo?” She asked as she stood up.

A familiar dusting of rose appeared across her co-star’s cheeks at the mention of their old role. “Something with sprinkles and whipped cream, my Juliet.” They said sheepishly.

Cassandra swiped her credit card off the table and winked at her co-star before walking over to Elena at the counter to order. “The usual for me and my co-star, please.” She smiled at the bored barista who nodded and began working on their drinks.

“Cassandra, look at you go,” Elena began as she brought over Cassandra’s coffee. “You finally made them take a break from studying.”

Cassandra grinned proudly as she sipped her coffee and waited for the other one. “What can I say? I am great at getting people to do what I want…” she trailed off when she turned around to see that her co-star has been effectively cornered by Mia Winters and didn’t seem happy about it.

If anything her co-star seemed frustrated, they hand gripped the back of their chair with a white knuckled grip, they glared up at the woman who looked down on them and they spoke in short answers to whatever Mia was questioning them about.

Cassandra left a confused Elena who once saw what was going down just left the other coffee on the table before leaning against the counter to watch.

Walking over to her co-star and wrapping an arm around their tense shoulders was the plan and yet Mia was blocking her only entrance to get to them so instead, Cassandra cleared her throat and tapped Mia on the shoulder.

“Oh, Cassandra,” Mia smiled and turned away from Cassandra’s co-star. “I was simply chatting with your dear Romeo. We were having a lovely chat weren’t we?” She says and clamps her hands in front of her as she turned back to face the frustrated student.

“No, now go away. I don’t want to talk with you ever again.” They said firmly. It was a pleasant surprise that for Cassandra to watch as her Romeo stood up and, even though they were shorter than Cassandra by a head, defended themself.

Mia smiled eerily before briskly walking away and out of the cafe.

Cassandra quickly walked back to the counter to grab the other drink before she took her seat across from her Romeo, ready to talk smack about what just occurred. When Cassandra noticed their clenched jaw and tensed shoulders, the want to talk smack evaporated.

“Come on, let’s get out of here.” Cassandra said promptly before standing up and gesturing for her co-star to do the same. “The last thing we want is you blowing a fuse.”

#resident lover #cassandra dimitrescu #nonbinary #fanfiction #fanfic #alternate universe

[the-ninja-legacy-whip]

Who can keep a secret well? Who can break under pressure and spill?

Kai: Will act very aloof about it, but will keep a secret like an oath (unless it's a secret that's actively hurting the other person, and only then can be persuaded to talk). That being said, if it's not a life-or-death secret, it might slip out when his guard is down, so just be mindful of what you tell him.

Jay: Probably not the first person you should go to. He spills like a cup of water during an earthquake. (He appreciates being trusted with secrets, but the pressure of keeping it gets him worked up and then he can't stop thinking about it and then it slips out in any normal conversation without thinking—)

Cole: Less aloof than Kai about being trusted with a secret, but he ain't no snitch either—regardless of whatever it is, it's not his place to go around telling others, as that's how he feels about his own secrets. It would take a truth tea (or some other strong temptation) to shake any answers out of him.

Zane: Can keep a secret, so long as it doesn't also require him to directly lie to people. Otherwise the only way to get a secret out of him is to hack into him (or threaten those he cares about)

Nya: The best person to go to with a secret; is fully committed to playing dumb when someone tries to pry anything out of her, and can probably turn the tables and wrench a secret out of you instead. Don't try her, man.

Lloyd: Kinda hates secrets given how many are kept from him, but as for him being told them:

"…can you keep a secret?" Nya asks, biting her lip. Lloyd leans against the table, raising an eyebrow. "If I were trusted enough to keep one, yes."

...and when pressured to tell, he's either lying through his teeth, got a backup plan already in the works to make you regret it, or you've threatened him with something he absolutely can't counter (and is sacred shitless of the results)

Jesse: Can and will keep a secret unless he's caught or busted, and then will crack like an egg. Unlike Jay, it's not the pressure that gets to him; it's the constant lying, and the catharsis of telling the truth just gets to be a little too tempting sometimes.

Antonia: Can technically be trusted with a secret, but gets so caught up in trying to scrounge up every detail afterwards that she gets lax on her guard and may or may not wind up saying more than she should.

Harumi: Will keep a secret so long as it has no effect on her; but if there's something she can get out of telling, then you might wanna watch out.

Olivia: Will also keep a secret so long as it suits her, but just the same, she's not exactly the type of person you wanna let slip too many deep dark stories about yourself to. Can easily flip the script of you don't watch your steps.

Miranda: Despite her enthusiasm about being trusted, she keeps her secrets under tight lock and key (especially when it comes to juggling all the ones her brother has, so she's...gotten a lot of practice learning what to say and when). The only time she'll tell is if it's in everyone's best interest.

Pixal: Honestly, probably doesn't give two thoughts about whatever secrets you have, and no real desire to go spreading it around to begin with, so you're probably safe telling her. ...especially because she probably knew before you even did.

Skylor: Tries not to keep too many secrets given her...history...but if you tell her in confidence she will take that to heart (and will probably die before sharing anything without permission)

Sunni: Will eagerly encourage you to tell her your secrets, and while she might let a thing or two slip to Samantha if it's something big, she is otherwise very supportive and committed to keeping your trust.

Harleigh: ...don't tell her anything. One second you're whispering something into her ear, and the next thing you know half the world knows. How'd you think going to her was a good idea?! (Inversely, the only way for her to keep a secret is to, like, blackmail her back. But you wouldn't stoop that low, right...?)

#once again harleigh taking after her dad #info tag #ninjago #legacyverse #kai smith #jay walker #cole brookstone #zane julien #nya smith #lloyd garmadon #oc: jesse marvell #antonia sawyer #harumi hutchins #oc: olivia omar #oc: miranda marvell #pixal borg #skylor chen #oc: sunni dayes #oc: harleigh kognito #ninjago headcanons

[4dtk]

author’s notes: basically, you ask gojo for... an out-of-this-world experience. not sure if anyone’s done this on tumblr but i read like one on ao3 i think, and i wanted to try writing this plot too 😋

warnings: smut, dom!gojo, sub!reader, afab!reader, size kink, gojo fucks you in his domain, foreplay, fingering, reader doesn’t have control over their body, bit of degradation, praise, pet names, pussy slaps, clit stimulation, vaginal penetration, breeding/creampie, multiple orgasms, brief handjob, finger sucking, n*sfw under the cut

word count: 2k

“you want him… to do what?” shoko usually loves your hangouts after hours, especially after being cooped up in the operating room healing sorcerers and telling yuji not to bust his knuckles again. but sometimes, she might need to stock up on alone time.

(“i want him to… y’know,” you swallow the lump in your throat, voice quiet, “fuck me in his domain.”)

“i just– it’s embarrassing to admit, why’d you ask me to say it again?” you bit your lip, glancing up at her from the rim of the wine glass. truth be told, you were a little tipsy, eager to let go of the stress from the week’s work. that tipsiness came at a cost, which meant your secrets would be all out for your friend to hear.

“it’s a surprise he hadn’t already done it, if you’re asking me,” you tip your glass towards her, agreeing.

“but i just feel weird bringing it up to him.”

shoko has just a little bit of surprise shown on her face, “and you’re telling me this like you’re not the same whore that’s fucked in his office and before meetings?” 

your jaw drops in feigned shock, slapping her on the arm, “shoko! just–”

shoko just grins, “he’ll be thrilled if you bring it up, i’m sure. i’m positive he’s thought of it before.”

“you think so?” frowning, you chug the last contents out of your glass, setting it down with a new resolution. with the alcohol in your system, it gives you a bit of confidence to bring up the topic, bidding goodbye to shoko as she gets back to the boring reports while you’re pumped up to make your way to your boyfriend’s office.

before you can even script out your question, someone’s leaning coolly against the walls with a smirk — a smirk that you’d recognise anywhere, on your hair, against your skin. it’s somehow even more attractive today because he knows what he’s heard, yanked to his side and pushed against the wall.

“hi, princess,” you roll your eyes at gojo, unable to hide the way his words affect you as you rub your thighs together. naturally, your hands press against his chest. “care to tell me about that little request of yours?”

you pout as the sorcerer plays with your hair, a teasing look covered by the blindfold, “didn’t you already hear it from my mouth earlier?”

“i didn’t quite catch it, baby,” gojo hovers just above your lips, the hand that was on your hair and hips travelling right down to your ass, giving it a tight squeeze. he knows about your weaknesses — how the pet names flow effortlessly from his mouth to the way his large hands cover your body easily.

you’re staring up at him in a daze, the dull ache in your core making it more and more difficult to focus. “maybe you need a better environment?” gojo captures your gasp with his lips, distracting you from the journey from school to condominium in a blink of an eye that you have to adjust to the darkness of his home for a few.

“i want you to–” you swallow, used to asking for it yet still shying away from using the lewd words, “i want you to fuck me.”

“s’that all you want?” gojo’s shit-eating grin is sickening, and you know he enjoys teasing you. even with gojo’s confidence, he’s also had to compose himself outside shoko’s office after hearing you mutter the words. he know how overstimulating it would be for you, and the fact that you’d give up all senses just for some dick (his dick, in fact) drives him crazy.

gojo’s breath fans against your lips when he slips a hand under your shirt, already feeling the warmness of your body and your pebbled nipples, all from his words and the tension between you. you look so small looking up at him that it takes everything in him not to lose control. he’s never really been good at that since day one.

“n-no, that’s not all,” you whimper in relief, feeling pressure against your clit from the other’s exploring hand. it slips past your pants and into your underwear, pressing so suddenly that it sends a shiver down your spine. “i want you to fuck me, satoru. in– uhm, in your infinite void. in your domain.”

once the words leave your mouth, his hands stop and you hope you hadn’t shocked him past the point of mobility, but that moment of surprise finally registers and translates into lust that he backs you into the spacious couch. gojo practically rips your shirt from your body and removes your pants, tugging down your bra to latch his mouth onto your nipples while his hand resumes his ministrations on your cunt.

“satoru! fuck–” your moans spur him on, finger moving in time with the tongue that sucks on your tits, prepping you for the ride of your life. the pleasure makes you squeeze his hand that’s deep in your panties, and he can’t wait for it to be his cock.

“you had no business looking like a needy little slut asking to be fucked in my domain,” gojo mumbles against your chest, blindfold gone and need in his eyes, “but that’s all you are, aren’t you?”

you catch a hint of a smile on your boyfriend’s face, giving one of your own as your knee bends to nudge him in the crotch. he hisses, already half hard, and your little game of teasing continues when he shoves a finger in your wet hole, prompting a sudden mewl from you. “so wet, only from kissing.” he pumps his finger in and out, adding a second one that’s already increased in pace.

gojo sucks on your neck, hard, cock straining in his pants from how beautiful you sounded at his mercy. the way you sucked his fingers in could leave him hypnotised for days, but he has bigger matters on his hands that soon enough, his fingers came to an abrupt stop.

gojo grins when you whine, grabby hands barely grasping at him to continue, “why’d you stop?”

“i’ll need to make sure you’re okay with this, princess.” he shuts you up with a kiss, swallowing another whine when he removes his fingers from your pussy. gojo presses his fingers against your lips, his own separated by the soaked digits. “your dripping cunt says otherwise, but consent still matters.”

your heart swells at his chivalry even knowing how desperate you are to get railed, proceeding to wrap his arms around you and your legs around his while he crosses his fingers once you give him the green light.

“domain expansion: infinite void,” even that one sentence gives you chills, still able to function within gojo’s infinity around you, but everything is quiet, your skin is prickling and you feel like you want to faint. you’re on a high from the information overload that all you can do is look around his domain and fail to realise his hard cock, gasping when you feel him pull your undies to the side and drag his tip along your cunt.

“just, shit–” you cry out at the delicious stretch you’ve missed, moans echoing in the domain when he bottoms out. “fuck me already!” 

“with pleasure, baby.” gojo grunts out, unsheathing his fat cock and thrusting right back in that has your body shivering. you’re limp with the way he manhandles you, hands on your ass, hips moving on their own accord, simply a fuckdoll for gojo to ram into. “you’re so tight, fuck!”

you want to do something, anything, pull at his hair and grind down onto his shaft but gojo’s and the domain’s grip on you renders you inmobile, settling for whining at the immense pleasure while begging for more, more, more. your hand barely reaches his, bringing it to your clit while he continues to abuse your poor cunt.

“oh my g-god, please, please, please! i’m gonna–” you’re sobbing when satoru rubs at your clit that matches his thrusts, the added stimulation making your stomach tighten unexpectedly. you don’t have time to warn him, clenching down hard onto gojo’s dick with his name muttered until he’s groaning out your name, too.

“princess, you’re sucking me in– f-fuck…” your walls feel so good around his cock that he can’t stop even as your orgasm rushes through, soaking his cock with your juices while you stain his ears with your moans. it provides as lube, the slickness of your cum resonating throughout the domain. there’s nothing but skin slapping and profanities and a squeal when you’re turned around. against his will, he slips out of your cunt, earning incessant whines from you, eager to see your hole clenching around nothing.

he laughs at the sight and brings a leg up to land a few slaps against your pussy. you jerk from the motion, mewling at the empty feeling that his cock left. you say one thing yet your cunt begs for another. “satoru! mmf– i c-can’t–! s’too much!”

“you can, sweetheart. w-weren’t you, shit, the one begging to be fucked earlier?” satoru wishes he had his fucking phone with him, but settles for one more look before he prods your folds with his leaking tip. “you can do it, baby. give me one more.” he pushes down on your lower back, filthy words continuing to leave his mouth as he eases you onto his cock. obsessed with how his cock moves in and out of you, not sure that he can last any longer.

“your pussy’s taking me like a champ! atta girl,” he’s drunk on the way you wrap tightly around him, the squelching noises of your wet pussy and the white ring of cum you’ve left at the base of his cock. his body starts to ache, but it only drives him to chase his high more if it means hearing you whine and babble.

“it’s t-too big! sato–” your jaw goes slack when he starts rubbing at your clit, body hanging forward like a puppet as he pounds into you.

“cum for me, slut.” and you obey like that, body convulsing as a second orgasm crashes down on you. it feels like fucking heaven, the sensation travelling throughout your whole body that your thighs start trembling and eyes start rolling back. gojo is close behind, groaning and rutting into you with no care in the world.

“fuck, i’m going to fill you up. are you gonna take my cum like a good girl?” you’re overstimulated to the brim but you’re still able to nod and moan like a whore once he shoots his load deep inside you. nothing can compare to the feeling of gojo staying sheathed in your pretty little cunt to make sure you take every drop, to make sure you feel him paint your walls white.

“s-shit– that’s it, yeah, take my cum,” satoru pulls you up from the chest, wrapping an arm around your neck in a full nelson stuffing his cum into your hole while you yelp at the familiar feeling. you stay like that for a while, enjoying each other’s company as you calm down before he starts to deactivate his domain.

control comes over your limbs, slumping into gojo’s arms with a whimper.

“you okay?” gojo asks, concern laced within his tone. his hands brushes away the sweat-filled strands that stick to your head.

you grin giddily, pulling his hand from your clit, soaked in your juices. you look him in the eyes and put his fingers in your mouth, since you’re not quite done yet. you suck like it’s his cock and the other can’t take his eyes off of your mouth, groaning when your hand starts to stroke his half-hard erection.

“peachy.”

ure a whore for reading this. but then so am i for writing it. love and reblogs appreciated <3

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[dream-meltic]

i would be interested in a big post about his speech patterns to better understand how to write him, personally. i guess i noticed he does the, uh... chain of un- prefixes thing at least twice (sign arcade opening and raven win quote)... if that makes sense. i also thought he used french expressions more than he actually does, apparently (i can only find tete-a-tete in his one win quote and, well, deja vu in the movelist). plus there's the crew member and casting stuff... idk he talks a lot it's hard. a referenceable compilation would be cool, especially since the things i mentioned feel more like individual recurring quirks than anything that's present across most of his lines

sorry for taking so long to answer this one I too have been collecting dust as well as my asks

This is technically a VERY shortened version because this is only in relation to written dialogue that I think would help writing the way he speaks, as a writer myself

The way Bedman talks is very interesting! He says in his Xrd SIGN countdown quote that he speaks fast as a means of expressing his feelings, and roughly the pace he talks is the same as how he thinks. This is why his dialogue to Sol in his arcade mode is a ton of dialogue that goes by fast, but to Elphelt he speaks slower and calmer. In short, it depends mostly on his mood; when he is nervous or excited in particular, he speaks a lot faster than normal. And a natural consequence of him speaking faster is that he speaks more, often padding his sentences out with unnecessary stuff, repeating things in slightly different phrasings or answering questions before they can get asked. It seems like murder + fights give him a lot of adrenaline in particular and he speaks very fast in those situations lol (hence his win quotes)

The most notable thing is definitely the theater language. In his mind, he has assigned everyone a 'role', and anything that goes against his expectations is a deviation in the script (or an ad lib when done by himself or Ariels). He speaks as though he is the director and not a character in the 'play' itself, unless he is faced with someone he considers a higher authority. He also drops these entirely when he's either distressed or very calm, so it's a conscious decision he makes to talk that way! So tldr don't overuse them when writing him

And of course, he uses big words a lot. Not all the time, but Often. Pull out a thesaurus and find the most insufferable thing you can for a very basic word, and Bedman would probably use it. But! This does not mean he is completely fancy talk! He literally says shit at one point! He would say fuck and he would not be all ~ oh hoho pardon my language ~ about it he would just yell more if you told him off for it. If he's caught off guard or particularly mad he will slip into more informal language. Sadly I've seen people act like he'd blow up if he said fuck but no, he very much would

TL;DR: Match how much he talks to how much he would think, he doesn't say ALL of his thoughts but he sure says a lot of them. His theater-isms are a conscious decision and basically something he plans out in his head, he would not use them when upset. He CAN be more vulgar and informal but rarely is, attach the way he talks directly to his emotions and you'll see opportunities where he would be.

#bedman #surprise surprise bedman tag its ME again with a long post #you WILL read useless bedman knowledge and you WILL LIKE IT #ive got things that are technically more useless as this sort of knowledge IS good for writers but #everyone else? please enjoy the word vomit ive got here

[polarisbibliotheque]

Hiiiii just wanted to say you're an amazing person and writer and I love your first with my whole heart, especially the nemesis one and jeshhsvejeyegehejwjj also I wanted to ask if the reader is based on being female or not? Any yea that's it love yyyaaaaaa xo

Aaaaaah thank you so much!!!! I'm always taken aback by so much love, thanks a LOT for taking the time to read my work and just be here, it's really special to me 🖤🖤 you are too kind!!

Me, whenever you guys decide to shower me with love

I always say the most precious thing we have in life is time - and the fact that you guys decide to spend that time here, reading and just enjoying ~the vibes~ holds a special place in my heart 🖤

Now, regarding reader's gender, that's a very good question!

My first language isn't English - I'm Brazilian, so BR Portuguese is my default and I've written A LOT in Portuguese. Interestingly enough, I think I spent so much time writing here, I'm currently writing better in English than in Portuguese *puts on fool hat*

In Portuguese, gender is a big deal, 'cause all our words are gendered. We don't have neutrals like "they" in English or "das" in German - so we kinda always have to pic a gender for characters.

I have some non-binary characters in other personal original stories and they are a PAIN to write in Portuguese, 'cause I don't have neutral pronouns/ways to call them T-T

When I used to write for PT-BR fanfic websites, my default has always been female reader character in 3d person - it's only when I moved to tumblr I started using "you", which was a VERY weird transition at the start, and I got hit with "oh my the person reading might not be female/identify as female".

I always used female as default because, not gonna lie, I used my name as default for 3d person, or friends names, and then I scripted/htmld the fic so in the website I posted people could change the characters names to their own names/own characters without the whole you/y/n thing.

The majority of people reading in this website I posted are women - and in my country, fanfiction has always been perceived like a female thing. So I never really thought much about that.

It's only when I moved here I found a more diverse set of readers. In English, gender isn't taken for granted, because you do have neutrals. And I kept thinking "what if people that identify with other genders want to read my work? What if they like it too?" and I decided to go as neutral as I can for the reader!

Granted, sometimes I slip up and you'll catch me referencing the reader as she/her - it's something I always have to keep an eye on because of my own language.

When I'm writing, I think more of a mature character rather than their gender, to be honest. It's a pet peeve of mine, but I'm always fuming that most female reader characters end up as damsels in distress or acting extremely childish, girly, cute or even bratty just because of their gender and I hate it.

I try to think more in a way that Dante and Vergil wouldn't be attracted to that - they're older, mature men and they want something else in a relationship. They want a partner and someone who can stand on their own, and power through hardships. Femininity is ok, but being a childish 12 y/o isn't really attractive to older men like them.

I'm turning 30 this year, hear the voice of wiseness HAHAHA

That made me have another sort of default when I'm writing. Now I'm much more focused on personality and what fits the characters rather than gender and all that - because I think sometimes we get too "blind" on what is expected from that gender rather than developing a good character.

A few examples I like:

(Below the cut, examples on female characters and my impressions, I got too excited and it turned into something huge, apologies xD)

Integra Hellsing, from the Hellsing manga and OVA, is an exceptional woman written without her gender being the first thing you get from her character. Appearance wise, she is very androginous, but her character per se, she is still a woman, feminine and all, but powerful as hell, strong-willed, with harsh decisions to make, imperfections and self-doubt, holding the most powerful vampire in the world on a leash. She has a ton of responsibilities and she doesn't have to be a sexy tomboy or a, again, sexy girlboss to pull that off. She is posh, regal and graceful even, but she smokes, swears and commands like a man... or like the woman she is. Which is brilliant. Love her absurdly.

Plus, she literally has te title of Sir Integra. Love this powerhouse of a woman.

Ellen Ripley, from Alien, was a character written primarily regardless her gender - and I think this is fabulous! They had the character done and said "ok, both a man and a woman can play this character" - when it came to casting, they decided Sigourney Weaver was the best choice. Ripley is smart, fast thinking and a survivor at heart, but she also shows fear and horror when she is put up against the alien. Her character was developed before her gender, and that makes her so amazing - by the second movie, Aliens, she is a powerhouse as well, hell-bent on saving people and not allowing anyone to get hurt by those dreadful creatures again. And we learn she had a daughter! That makes her grow attached to Newt, but not in that ~motherly overattached dependant~ way most people think women do, but in a protective "I'm gonna be your parent" way that all humans grow attached to children!

That's why the 3rd Alien movie is so awful to me. It's the only movie that puts her gender before her character: suddenly she is having sex with everyone and some guys try to rape her because suddenly she is seen as an object rather than a person.

I mean I always shipped her with Hicks and there isn't a SINGLE sexual thing between them rather than some looks of admiration from him and THAT hits harder than any of that cheap sexual thing from the 3rd movie in my ace opinion xD

Fun fact, we both share the fact we're INTPs xD

Now, another one I like, is Yennefer of Vengerberg - and she is written with everything of her gender taken into account. Why am I mentioning her, then?

I'm taking the books and games as reference here, but Yennefer is stunningly beautiful. She could be a perfect femme fatale, and she starts like that, but as you get into her character, there is a character there. And it goes so much further than just being a sexy woman who wants to girlboss and overpower men. Yen is traumatized and has traded so much of herself to become this powerhouse she is. No one likes to mess with her, and those who reduce her to being an woman-object suffer the consequences. She realized she wanted to have children when it was only too late and she is so freaking powerful she will go LENGTHS to make it happen.

It doesn't, but she gets Ciri in her life. Apart from that, Yen is a sorcerer and she does politics: when Geralt doesn't want that and they start disagreeing on their points of view/what kinds of life they want to lead, she is adamant on not leaving her freedom and being afraid on losing her independence to tie herself to someone else. So Yennefer remains as this mysterious, femme fatale of a woman, bewitching and breaking so many hearts because she will never abandon her freedom, her goals and her dreams for a relationship. And that, I think it's beautiful on a female character. Well done and something that ends up becoming a fatal flaw of hers - because, again, it isn't based on "I won't bow to patriarchy" it's based on "I can trust only in myself and I won't leave my fate in anyone's hands but my own", it has nothing to do with her being a woman. It has to do with her own will and who she wants to be.

She could be written as a man and it would work as well in my opinion mind you, you're welcome to disagree

HAHAHAHAHA so there you go. I'm so sorry I took your simple question and turned it into an essay about my own view on gender and female characters when I'm writing, but I saw the opportunity and I took it. I do hope you don't mind "^^

And thank you once again for the ask!! I hope to see you around more and I'm so grateful to have you here! 🖤

#polaris speaks #answered asks #asks #writing tips #writing #female characters #the witcher #yennefer of vengerberg #hellsing #integra hellsing #alien #ellen ripley #tagging the characters :3 #'cause if I ever do more ~writing tips~ or blabber about my writing #they are bound to appear once again hahahaha #but honestly one day you guys are gonna kill me with so much love #I thank you wholeheartedly #it seriously makes my day!

[attorneys-against-court-violence]

I love Luke Atmey's thought process for how utterly deranged yet brilliant it is.

You could not write a more obvious "smart but neglected" character architype if you tried so I'm not even going to bother pointing that out. His name literally is "Look At Me!" (or "I Want Love!" in the Japanese version) and Phoenix guesses that he was something of a chronic attention seeker as a kid, we can take a hint. He's an Ace Detective, sure, but even the life of an eccentric private eye didn't draw enough public eyes to him. He needed MORE.

Enter Mask DeMasque; an equally eccentric thief who Atmey could have very easily caught on the first go. He knew it was Ron Delite from the first heist and getting a valuable gem back would get him some attention.

Buuuuuuuuuut... what's more exciting? A one-off defeat with no sign of a return? Or an epic battle of the minds between the so-called Phantom Thief and the Ace Detective?!

Atmey being Atmey, he chose the option that would net him the most attention. It's no good if he just leaves it to chance, of course - he may suffer a humiliating defeat or win just a little too soon to milk the dynamic for all it's worth... Wait. He knows who Mask DeMasque is. Atmey holds a key bit of leverage over Ron here. What if he were to blackmail him into following a set script and disguise it as a grand battle of law and larceney?

And thus the great rivalry was born. Atmey had full control over not just what heists Ron pulled, but also whether he won or lost the intellectual battles since Ron was told to leave the treasures with his blackmailer. He did have to pay Ron as an incentive, though it was always pretty low compared to the actual value of the items he stole. Not that Ron cared, he just wanted to make his wife happy, nor did Atmey - the man seems pretty well-off himself. It was never about the money after all. It was about the theatrics. The adoration and attention from people who wouldn't give this proboscis monkey a second glance otherwise.

Enter Kane Bullard. He seems to think Luke Atmey is the true mastermind behind the Phantom Thief - not that he was blackmailing Mask DeMasque, but that Atmey WAS said larsonist.

Can you imagine? Luke Atmey, Ace Detective, was the great theif he did battle with all along? That would be ridiculous! A ludicrous twist of fate! A scandal the likes of which no man thought he'd ever see!

See... See.......

See, this what I mean by "deranged yet brilliant". Luke Atmey saw someone threatening to undo his whole scheme and at least one of the thoughts that entered his head was:

"Holy shit I'd be so famous if it were true"

The pieces were all in-place; he had full leverage over Ron as his blackmailer, a new treasure in the form of Ami's urn was making its debut, and he had an idea or two about who it is that's threatening his entire scheme.

And he did it purely because he was so infatuated by the idea the man who was blackmailing him had inadvertandly presented. He wanted to be found guilty of being Mask DeMasque, not just to exploit the Double Jeopardy laws and get off scott-free with killing Bullard, but to also cement his legacy as a living legend of both law and larceney. Theft of a dingy urn wouldn't even be that serious a crime to be charged with, especially compared to murder. He'd happily take some jail time and endless press coverage over being found out as a blackmailer and a killer.

The scary part is? It almost WORKED! The only thing that caught him out at the end was an unfortunate slip of the tongue not even brought out not by Phoenix himself. Otherwise his innocence in Bullard's murder was iron-clad from a legal perspective (or at least from the perspective of whatever the fuck's happening in Ace Attorney's legal system). I've heard it said that his plan was Gant-tier foresight and I can't help but agree. The man goes way too hard for a second case villain, debatably only being matched by SoJ's second case villain long afterwards.

All for the sake of whatever fanfiction bullshit he wrote in his head about himself. Based purely on a misunderstanding from his BLACKMAILER of all people. Just because it would net him the most attention humanly possible given the circumstances.

How easy would it have been to send Ron to face the consequences of Bullard's snooping in his stead? Would it have been worth the risk of Ron revealing that he had been recieving blackmail of his own? But that's the thing. It wouldn't be a fitting end to the great rivalry for some schmuck like Bullard to defeat either man out of the blue like this. Atmey would've fallen into obscurity, either because he'd lost his greatest gimmick or because he'd be found a blackmailer.

He made the best out of a bad situation in a way that only someone as batshit insane as the one and only Ace Detective would ever think to do. He is ridiculous and I absolutely love him.

Jury is out on whether he'd remain an Ace Detective after the fact. I don't think he thought about his job security when coming up with his scheme.

#ace attorney spoilers #turn your thinking around! #a legend of both law and larceney #long post #long...ish post i guess

[gatalentan]

oh my god the way you view the WW dynamics literally gives me chills! i’m going to steal anon question and change a little bit: who gets more jealous

sorry this took me so long to reply to! life got in the way. i'm glad my insane rambles occasionally land kfjsnjkgrn i have a lot of thoughts and i'm never sure if they make as much sense as they do in my head.

my tl;dr answer to this is barbara. but as usual i have too many thoughts to just keep it to a one word response.

the thing about barbara is, her image, how she appears to others, is so fundamental to her that it's what propels her. she's always conscious of it, all the time, and the cameras have only exacerbated it. it's like that adage about swans, right? she appears so graceful and put-together and effortlessly perfect on the surface, but underneath her legs are kicking like crazy. she thinks everything through, she isn't spontaneous, she isn't off-the-cuff, she doesn't go with the flow, she commands the flow, the flow follows her, thank you very much. in conversations you can see her go through her mental flowchart of responses to things to figure out which will paint her in the best light. during talking heads it's almost like she's reading from a script, compared to everyone else - she's thought it all through, and has an Exact way she wants to present herself. so much of her brain space is dedicated to keeping up this image of herself as the perfect, dutiful, responsible, dependable Everything.

but melissa is a chisel, an ice pick, a jackhammer, could be her undoing so easily, ruin a lifetime of building a reputation. she's not supposed to want her. she has it all, right? a devoted husband, two beautiful daughters, a career where she's looked up to and respected.

to want more is greed.

thou shalt not covet thy neighbour's wife.

but she does. and that's terrifying. and thrilling.

but she wants melissa to be happy. melissa doesn't belong to her, as much as she might want that. melissa deserves to be loved, the way gerald loves barbara. she watched as a bystander as melissa's relationship with joe crumbled, and the way it devastated her, and the way melissa undervalues herself, gives up on herself sometimes, the way she thinks herself totally unworthy of love or tenderness, makes barbara want to ride in on a white horse and show her how she could be loved, should be loved. but she can't. especially now, more than ever, when there are eyes on her all the time, waiting for her to slip. she can't slip.

it's not even just that she's a woman, it's that it's melissa. sweet melissa, from the wrong side of the tracks, with a rap sheet just this side of being able to keep her career, with a sordid history of shady doings that would have her congregation scandalised. even if she was a man, even if gerald was out of the picture, melissa wouldn't fit the image. even just being melissa's friend is a constant challenge because she's always testing the boundaries of what is acceptable or appropriate behaviour. some of the things she says are terrifying and illegal. and deep down, it makes barbara feel alive, that she's some sort of accomplice. she's jealous of her freedom, she's jealous of how she lives her life out-loud, how she takes life by the balls in a way barbara never could. if people only knew. if people only knew that she'd turn her whole life upside down for someone like her -

(as much as the her of melissa schemmenti is also an image. a carapace. a threat display. keeping people out, so they don't see the soft belly that barbara knows probably better than anyone, and cherishes the trust of being given it)

- but she wants her, and she can't stop it. and if she keeps the thoughts inside her head, then she's not hurting anyone, right? and nobody can judge her, only God, who hates the sin, not the sinner. and it's not a sin, if she does not act on it. it's a fantasy, make-believe, like the stories she reads to the children.

she can read into their relationship anything she wants, the looks, the touches, the what-could-bes, those drunken... near-misses. and picture the life they could have, in a different life, to her heart's content - without any damage to her image because it's hidden under all the layers of carefully applied paint.

she has to swallow everything down and push it out, into pushing melissa into the arms of somebody else.

what greater expression of love is there, than steering them towards it elsewhere, at the expense of your own happiness?

plus, if she can't have melissa, then somebody needs to, because otherwise the temptation to bite the apple is too much.

barbara howard loves a boundary, loves to follow the rules.

melissa in another person's arms is a boundary that should keep her out.

but she can't help but think she could do it better.

she can dream about how she'd do it better.

a person can like two people at once.

she does, whether she likes it or not.

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but scottie, what about in that other life, where they get together?

i still think it'd be barbara.

melissa, i think, or how i picture her, is that she's had decades of coming to terms with the fact that barbara is out of bounds and that she cannot have her. and so she's just had to learn to be satisfied with what she does have. i think she does get jealous, and i think it was probably worse when they were much younger, but now she's just sorta. coasting. leveled-out. done enough crying. figured out how to cope with it. knows what she can and can't do after years of feeling out where the boundaries are. so when she actually gets the girl in the end? i don't think she'd be jealous of other people giving barb attention, i think she'd be peacocking around, because nah, that's my girl, can you see her? isn't she gorgeous, stunning, amazing, wonderful? yeah i'd hit on her too, i get it, i hit on her for years. but it's me she's coming home to! aren't i lucky? do you wanna see our wedding photos? she looked so beautiful. no? ok, bye.

but barb. oh ho ho. i think barb would get the green-eyed monster something fierce. i don't think it would go away even after they got together. i think she'd become very territorial, because if she had to risk it all to get the girl in the end, she's not going to let that slip through her fingers. she didn't repress herself for all those years not to absolutely devour melissa once she finally could, for the rest of her days. she'd finally get to say all those proud, loving thoughts about melissa out loud that she couldn't let slip. the way she talks about gerald in the show? that would be her with melissa. talking about her like the cat who got the canary. melissa this, melissa that, she'd be so annoying about it. there would be no doubt to anyone in earshot who melissa belongs to, are you listening? that's my wonderful wife. mine. so anyone else flirting with her? they'd learn, pretty damn fast, in that understatedly terrifying way barbara has when she gets Serious. and ok, maybe sometimes melissa gets a little deliberately handsy or looksy with other women. pokes the bear a little. just so barbara feels compelled to remind her who she belongs to when they get home... hehe. but it's ultimately about finally being free to love each other and not wanting anything to ever come between them ever again, more than anything else. they did enough waiting.

#work wives #barlissa #chatalentan

[guideoftime]

▴ — @puxrlunae ;; Sheik & Amaron. "sometimes your brain will lie to you and tell you bad stuff, but it's not true. it's never as bad as it seems."

   “I don’t know what triggered it, but it just seems like lately–my memories haunt my sleep as much as my nightmares do.” 

    The admission is quiet, Sheik’s hand pausing in where he was writing out a letter to the Castle. He wanted to take a week's leave, mostly because of the lack of sleep but also because he genuinely feels like he just needs a break. He needs a chance to be home, with Amaron and Kasus, to just get his head to stop tormenting him. He thought, perhaps, spending time with them and not being at work, left alone to his thoughts, his mind will stop tormenting him. Or at least quiet enough to sleep. 

   “I dreamt of–you, and the Princess, that last day in the Temple of Time.” That particular memory had been keeping him awake for a few days now, even during the day, his mind constantly thinking about it. Did they make the right choice, why did he remember, what would happen if he didn’t, who would he be? 

   His mind just doesn’t go quiet lately. 

   “Kasus–he doesn’t use the bond with me, like he does you. He doesn’t talk to me through it and the only time I feel him is when he gets a stupid overwhelming amount of emotions from me because I panic when things fall outside of my control.” They both know he has control issues, and can anyone blame him when every single aspect of his entire life had been controlled and dictated by a written predestined script? Sheik might appear calm, collected, in control and those reactions were practiced and hardened through years of serving Ganondorf. Internally though? He felt, and he felt hard. And apparently when his emotions were extreme, they slipped through. 

   This was why Sheik was terrified at having someone inside his head. Though those fears with Kasus had lessened, because he was respectful, there was still a bit of worry. Dulled and only dragging itself up when his mind doesn’t have apparently anything else to hyper fixate on. Talking about it with Amaron was easier though, because he knew what Sheik’s chaotic mind was like. He gets asked the silly questions when things are too loud. Like the last one, where he wondered if he didn’t remember Link if Amaron wouldn’t love him.

    “And I–worry,” Sheik continued quietly, frowning down at his letter on the desk, avoiding Amaron’s watchful eyes. “That if he ever, one day, decides to use it that much–that my own head will just add to the stress he already has.” Kasus was a person too, with his own thoughts and feelings, his own burdens to carry. He’s already got a lot on his plate, he already seems stressed some days, he doesn’t seem comfortable around Sheik. 

   His own head overwhelms him, what would it do to someone else who already has their own thoughts and another’s in their head? However it works with Amaron, considering it seems they both have it constantly open. 

   “And I don’t know how to turn my own mind off. Especially lately.” And he’s tired. He needs to sleep, real sleep without his memories now haunting him as much as his nightmares. 

   The only thing he can think that triggered these constant wandering thoughts was the day he used the Triforce that dwells within Amaron to save him. That flash of light, that haunting power, that damn triangle that’s haunted his entire childhood and adolescence life–twice. It just dragged it all up and the trained Sheikah in him was now over analyzing everything and dragging his training back to the front of his mind. 

   It shouldn’t bother him. The power is in Amaron, he’s the one who should be traumatized at what Sheik did, not the other way around. 

   Ganondorf is gone.

#▴ — path / guide of time #▴ — the eye of truth / asks. #puxrlunae #long post cw

[daylighteclipsed]

Can i just say that Sora's speech at the end of KH3 about how he thought he and Kairi would finally be together but every time he finds her she slips away again, never made any sense to me from Sora's POV? because Sora was always fine with the idea of being apart as long as their hearts are connected and he knows she is safe. i'd say this quote fits more Kairi's POV because he is the one always leaving.

Well, first, I don’t know if the “slips away” line is in the Japanese script or not. I do know that Sora is speaking more generally here than the English translation portrays. It’s less Sora wanting to be with Kairi specifically and more his wanting to be with all his friends including Kairi. For ex.

In English: “I thought we’d finally be together. But she’s out there, alone. Not for one more second.”

In Japanese: “I thought we’d all return home together, but Kairi isn’t here. I don’t want to leave her [out there] alone.”

Pretty different, right? I wouldn’t be surprised if the “slips away” phrasing is also poorly translated as a result of the English pushing a straight romance misinterpreting things.

But assuming that it’s not... it’s true that Sora is fine being apart from Kairi as long as she’s safe. But not seeing someone all the time is not the same as never seeing them again, and Sora preferably wants to see Kairi again lol I hesitate to call them best friends at this point, but certainly Sora loves Kairi. And the threat is more often than not never seeing each other again.

It’s also true, like you said, that Sora does the majority of the leaving. After KH1 and especially 2, he’s the one being pulled in a different direction, away from Kairi and the Destiny Islands, towards this Keyblade Master destiny. But (again, playing devil’s advocate here) maybe it doesn’t feel that way to Sora, at least when he delivers that line about Kairi always slipping away… the way he doesn’t really seem to grasp that he’s the reason his connection with Pooh Bear feels weaker in KH3.

Sora wants to stay Pooh’s friend. He’s really upset when he becomes aware of the distance between them. But at the same time, Sora doesn’t really want to hang out with Pooh. He doesn’t want to be in the 100 Acre Wood longer than he needs to. He has other things to do, responsibilities that are more important. And that’s kinda similar to his choosing to become a Keyblade Master instead of staying on the Destiny Islands with Kairi — and then not really thinking about her or communicating with her at all after that.

You can’t… stay friends with someone if you don’t want to talk to them or hang out with them. And I think that is what Sora realizes at the end of ReMind — that he’s been neglecting his friendship with Kairi. So, giving the script/translations the benefit of the doubt, you could argue the “slipping away” line is meant to reflect Sora’s previous attitude before that little bit of development in ReMind. But I really do doubt it, honestly.

My only other theory is that it has something to do with Sora’s memories probably being screwed up. If the memory loss is Riku-centric, Sora’s not gonna remember, for instance, choosing not to go with Kairi at the end of 1 because he wants to find Riku. It’s just gonna look like she got pulled away from him. But I don’t know.

#i really lean towards poor translation #kingdom hearts

[heinzpilsner]

Okay, I finally braced myself for analysing Maiko interactions in "The Beach", and I didn't even have to drink before it!

I hope my sacrifice will be appreciated by descendants

So, this is the first part.

And I must say, after rewatching the episode instead of just reading the script some of my previous assessments changed quite a bit! Not the one about Zuko's haircut though.

Anyway, today we'll look in detail at the seashell scene, because I absolutely refuse to analyse the moment before that where Mai covers Zuko's eyes from the sight of Lo and Li in swimsuits, apparently.

But before the analysis, yep, I'm definitely procrastinating at this point here's a little bit of bonus storytelling criticism, because I just couldn't help myself.

It's interesting how "The Beach" tries to convice us that Zuko considers this vacation a "waste of time".

I mean, all we really saw him doing so far (apart from terrorizing Iroh or Aang, that is) is kissing with Mai during a picnic. And somehow I doubt he was sent on this picnic against his will. He literally had nothing better to do in the palace until the war meeting.

So how is the beach any different? What, Zuko doesn't like sand or something?

...

"I don't like sand, Mai. It's coarse and rough and irritating and it gets everywhere!"

sorry, I just had to do it pffft

...But no, that's not what really happens on this beach.

My transitions are smooth as hell today

We see that Zuko in this situation tries to please Mai by giving her a seashell. It literally just lies next to him, so it's a small simple gesture, but it translates the message anyway: "I like you and I want you to be happy".

Well, we all know how well it went.

"Why would I want that?" "I thought it was pretty. Don't girls like stuff like this?" "Maybe stupid girls".

What a spectacularly disastrous little interaction!

Well, at least it's clear to Zuko now that Mai isn't interested in seashells.

As well as she isn't interested in making him feel like his affection is appreciated, apparently.

But the thing is, Zuko's question actually managed to hurt Mai's pride.

I must say, asking your girlfriend whether "girls" in general like or don't like something is pretty insensitive. People like to feel unique, to feel that their partner sees in them not just some gender stereotype, but their distinctive personality. Especially if a person in question prouds herself of not being like "those stupid girls".

(Still... What smart girls like instead, Mai? Knives? Fruit tarts with rose petals? Palanquin rides? Sorry, your personality is just so deep and multifaceted!)

Anyway, "Don't you like shells, Mai? Why?" would be a right way to ask this question.

So, Zuko wasn't exactly at his best here.

And I can't even say it's not a part of his general romance trend - he thought it was a smart thing to say "you have quite an appetite for a girl" on his date with Jin!

(But it's quite interesting to compare Jin's and Mai's reactions in similar cases, actually. Mai, who's supposed to be the one with "childhood trauma", has no problems at all with expressing her annoyance and resentment. Jin? She just says "thanks" politely and keeps trying to learn more about "Lee".

Someone could say the difference is all about self-respect. I'd say it's mostly about pride, the level of affection and motivation to make this work.

Jin moves towards Zuko around his awkwardness, Mai doesn't hesitate to push him away after his first slip-up while he moves towards her. Of course, the circumstances of their interactions are different, but it's still a curious contrast to think about.

Well, one thing these girls definitely have in common though is that they both don't know who Zuko really is - each in her own way.)

But let's return to the problem of Zuko talking about "girls" in general.

What we need to consider here is that stereotypes usually emerge when a person doesn't have much personal experience of interacting with a certain group of people. And in Zuko's case, the group in question is teenage girls. Which is... quite understandable?

But... how he managed not to screw things up with Mai much earlier is the biggest question here, actually. Did they talk at all?

...Stop. Wait a minute! Actually, the last time we saw Zuko talking with Mai, his approach was quite personilised: "You're beautiful when you hate the world".

But now his question suddenly implies that he's focused not on Mai in particular, but on following his role of a good boyfriend as he sees it.

I must say, depiction of Zuko's romantic competence between the episodes is quite contradictory. Clueless and insensitive or emphatic and observant - which one is it?

But, okay, let's look at "The Beach" depiction as a separate case. We assume it's Zuko's first relationship, so he has yet to learn a lot about how these things work. And I guess the fact must make him feel pretty insecure - especially considering that classical gender model implies man's active role*. So, I believe this is that his 'shell' question really was about - Zuko was hoping for a little bit of guidance from Mai here.

(*Hmm, this makes Jin's active behavior quite curious from a cultural point of view. And what about the beginning of Maiko relationship? Somehow I doubt that Zuko was an initiator here. But that's a thing to think about for later.)

Anyway, though luck, boy - your girlfriend now is too focused on being proud and "smart" to stop and remember that you spent most of the last 3 years on some battleship among sailors (or running away from your murderous sister who... had one quite interesting accomplice with her, when I think about it).

Now Mai believes it's your job to make your relationship work, and your efforts so far didn't impress her. So, as usual, you're gonna learn your lesson hard way.

And in essence, this is Maiko dynamic in the first half of "The Beach" - Zuko moves towards Mai but makes some mistake in the process, Mai notices only the mistake and ignores the intention behind the gesture whatsoever.

Still, I bet for Zuko this situation feels oddly... nostalgic? Why, this girl is not his wife yet, but she already treats him like she's a member of his family!.. Isn't it adorable?

(No.)

Oh well, at least Mai didn't cut another half of his face off with a knife for his ice cream blunder.

But... Actually, the show tries to tell us it all doesn't really matter. Because, when we see the pair later during the dinner, they are... sitting very close?

And basically, this picture says: "Look, their feelings for each other are really strong and intense! Despite all of their little silly misunderstandings they still gravitate towards each other!"

And actually, this is quite an interesting case - most of positive Maiko information in the episode goes through non-verbal signals in between of their dialogues. It's about their poses, or gestures, or Mai's facial expression. On the basis of the script alone, their relationship seemed much colder to me.

And... Well, what can I say? In itself, mutual physical gravitation is a good thing, as well us intense feelings. The only problem is...

Everything else in this relationship, basically?

And as we soon learn, Zuko and Mai have plenty of issues accumulating here for quite some time. Yet, we never really see the pair to try and discuss them in a healthy way - until the resulting disaster becomes impossible to ignore, that is.

... And the writers decided that anything less than Zuko's jealous rampage during the party wouldn't be disastrous enough, apparently.

Because who on earth needs subtlety and nuances when you can just make the character act like a caricature of generic macho boyfriend catastrophe?

28 red flags, you didn't want to leave him a chance, huh?

But... I guess it's a good time to stop for now?

To be continued in the next depressing episode of the 'analyzing beach Maiko' series!

(On a completely sudden and unrelated note, I actually like Azula's moment at the start of the volleyball scene. I mean, it's just such a vivid depiction of a professional deformation problem!)

Something like this.

And as usual, I ignore all the notifications.

(... But now I think about the fact that I managed to analyse tSR all this time on the basis of the script and my memory alone pffft ... I wonder how badly I screwed it up. But... Ugh, working with text format in general is so much easier to me!)

Ah. Navalny is dead now, apparently. Just learned it. Gosh, I hate those bastards so much. R.I.P., guy.

#atla #zuko #mai atla #anti maiko #I dunno what it is with me and popcultural references in this post

[kolbietheaggrievedwriter]

Someone has written their own take on a BrOC (which you should check out!), and it reminded me of my first iteration of jumpstart, where I initially thrust our OC into Bro eight years before canon. I prefer the current plot, especially bc I absolutely do not know how to write a 5 year old. But it's a fun little idea.

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You allow your head to thunk onto the counter. The pain barely registers through your panic. You've been denying the possibility the moment you woke up and discovered that you had switched both locations and bodies overnight, but it's been half an hour. Nothing's changed. It's not a dream. Your name is (probably) Dirk Strider, and you are absolutely, undeniably fucked.

"Bro?" And that's a kid calling out to you, jesus christ.

You don't want to look up. You don't want to acknowledge the reality of your situation. But there's a kid involved, and you could never put your own discomfort above the wellbeing of a child. Besides, you have a pretty good idea who that kid is, and he definitely doesn't deserve to have his (probable) guardian ignore him.

You lift your head and get your first good look at the real life version of Dave motherfucking Strider. He's tiny, is your first thought. Itty bitty. He can't be older than four or five. He's also wearing tiny duplicates of the cringe shades you haven't had the courage to actually put on your face without dying of embarrassment, and he's fucking adorable. What the hell. Why can a kid pull off those dumbass shades better than you?

Probably because kids can make anything look cute, but a grown ass man would just look like some weeaboo dipshit.

"Sup, li'l man," is what comes out when you open your mouth to answer him. What the fuck. Is Bro, like…still inside you? Well, he can just get fucked then. You're in charge now. 

Dave approaches you slowly, cautiously, like he's going to get in trouble if he gets too close. "Sup," he says, pushing his shades back up when they slide down. 

"How old are you now?" You ask, monotone, which is weird as fuck because you're not particularly trying to not emote, but you figure this body has been programmed to do this shit for, what - twenty something years now? People say habits are hard to break for a reason. 

Dave apparently doesn't think anything of your question because he doesn't hesitate to answer. "I'm five," he says, drifting closer to you almost like he can't help himself, even despite his wariness. "It's my birthday," he adds, aiming for the same monotone shtick you've got going on but missing by a mile. He's obviously hoping for something, and you bet those big eyes are shining with fragile expectation behind the mini shades.

"Five," you say, contemplative, as an idea strikes. You're not going to abuse a small child, so sticking to the script is a no go. Might as well go completely off the rails and do things your way. "That's a big milestone for a li'l dude. Now that you've made it five whole years, I think it's about time you were officially designated as my li'l bro."

"Li'l bro?" Dave parrots, curious but trying not to seem so. The shades slip again. He pushes them back up.

"Yup. You're my bro now, so things between us are gonna change a bit. No more acting like we're too cool for school around each other, alright? That shit's for other people. We don't front in front of each other.  Striders stick together," you give him a bullshit explanation and hope he buys it. Otherwise, you're not sure how to explain your abrupt change in behavior. "You good with that?" You ask, making sure it's actually a question.

"I'm good," Dave says, though he looks confused. This is probably the most he's ever heard his "Bro" speak, and you are being pretty vague.

You turn, crouch, and open your arms. "First things first: hugs. Bros hug any time they feel like, but they get a special one on their birthday. It's tradition." Or it will be, anyway. Humans need physical affection and kids even more so. You, for your part, fucking love hugs. You're not about to let your kid (Oh fuck, he's your kid!!!) be deprived of such a pivotal human experience any longer.

Dave looks surprised, and he takes his sweet time walking over and getting up in your space, pausing every now and then like he's waiting for you to change your mind - or more likely, say it was a "test" and that Dave had failed or something. But you maintain your position, and your intent expression lets him know you are dead serious about this.

#my fic #jumpstart #brOC #homestuck #also the abrupt change is probably way too unnatural for lil dave to just #accept it #but you can hardly blame me (or brOC) for wanting to give the kid a hug can you????

[golbrocklovely]

i screen shot your ask just bc it was super long and i wanted it to be a bit easier for ppl to read your ask and then my response, so i hope you don't mind !

as for your opinion about the last video being somewhat scripted…. i don't really agree. but let me explain. first and foremost, there is too much riding on snc constantly telling the truth. if they were ever caught lying or faking evidence, they would lose their career. obviously there would be fans that stick by their side no matter what, but a lot of the fanbase would dip out if they thought snc were truly faking shit. and it would call into question every single investigation. so unless you believe that they also scripted/faked other videos, i don't think they would start now. and especially not at some random location most ppl have never heard of/isn't as popular as some of the other places they go to.

tbh, i think this was just a severe lack in research. snc aren't exactly known for doing the most thorough research on these places. prime example being the winchester house. it took until their third visit to finally find out that sarah winchester wasn't a crazy lady building room after room like a sims game. they believed what the caretakers said but also what the legend or folklore was, bc that's a lot more interesting than the real story. so, personally, i believe that snc just took the caretaker's word for this place and did no research after it. last time snc talked about having a team, they said they had one person that would help them with research, and with the amount of places snc go to, it might be easy for that one person to get a little lazy at times (or possibly they might not even have a person anymore since they haven't mentioned a researcher in a long time).

now, is it possible that celina knew and then embellished on the story? yeah, i guess so. i don't think that's impossible. but correct me if i'm wrong, bc i don't feel like going back and rewatching the video, but i thought she was saying that ed shot himself thru the top of his head, not the side (like the actual reports say). that way it would look like someone killed him, not that he killed himself. that way the murder could be placed on the doctor - according to celina's theory. i thought that was what she was pointing out in the drawing too. that it was a guy pointing a gun down at his head from the top and blood was running down his face. i might be misremembering so if i am, my apologies.

also if i'm completely honest, and sorry to snc if they ever see this, i don't think they are smart enough to script something like this. and i mean that with respect, even if it doesn't sound like it lol writing out a story that makes cohesive sense is very difficult - take it from the fanfiction writer who also majored in film and theatre in college. and that's a lot more difficult if it's based off a place that has actual evidence that point to the contrary. if snc were the first to go there, and there was little to no reports on what actually happened, they could kinda make shit up and no one would really know. but clearly it's a quick enough google search to know what the reports really said. i think they just took the caretaker's word for it and didn't give it much more thought. i also kinda think they just don't have the time to do it. bc again, this would assumingly not be their first scripted video (bc why start now, especially when you have so much proof that you don't need to script things to be entertaining?) so then that means how far back did they start? and if so, when they were pumping out multiple videos in a month, they were scripting those too? and since they collab with so many ppl, nobody - not a single person - has let it slipped, even on accident, that they script things?? it all relies too heavily on too many ppl keeping their mouths shut and snc don't have enough money to be paying off that many ppl sksksksk

if you really feel like snc did script this video, that's fine. you're allowed to think that. i don't personally believe they did. i think they just didn't research this place enough bc it wouldn't be the first time they got information wrong.

also i did the quickest and laziest of research aka i just googled the mansion, and the wikipedia page even says allegedly committed suicide so….. it might be possible that snc were trying to figure out did he actually do it or was he killed and then they just worded everything incorrectly. this also doesn't explain how celina knew if assumingly she didn't google anything beforehand. idk, either way i still don't think they scripted it. but if you disagree, i get why. i just don't think it would make sense for them to do it.

#ask #personal

[hazardworld]

Dustin's a Damn Good Ally (Original) Pt. 3

Chapter 3— Boobs on Shoes (and other tall tales)

Ao3 Link

Originally Posted 1.1.23/Edited 9.1.23

Summary: Robin thought she was being secretive

(Queer author saying queer is used both positive and negative here)

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Dustin was pissed Steve wouldn’t date Robin. She was right there, witty and charismatic, pretty as shit, already trauma bonded, close with Steve, and yet, Steve grimaced every damn time him dating her was brought up.

So of course, Dustin, being the 'little shit genius kid' he was (Steve had given him that moniker) made sure to closely watch all Robin’s interactions when they were together.

So maybe that meant browsing Family Video more often than not.

His only result from that was Steve scolding him for coming in so often, and nothing that said "I like Steve" from Robin, other than a playful push on his shoulder. Yet, this could easily be a move between friends: Dustin and Lucas did that all the time to each other.

Dustin was honestly perplexed, until one day, they all had a movie night at Steve’s place. Knowing Steve’s infamous love of cleanliness, everyone had to slip their shoes off at the door.

Dustin didn’t think too much on it, until the end of the movie, when Robin asked Steve to go grab her shoes.

Now, Dustin was a good kid, and Steve was nowhere near the front door, so instead, Dustin picked up the red Converse high-tops, walking over to the older girl to hand them over.

That’s when he noticed a small sharpied script on the rubber:

I won’t go down in history, but I will go down on your sister.

And oh shit, it clicked into place.

If Steve didn’t want to date her, though, because she was totally his type, that meant he probably knew, too.

To be honest, lesbians were one of Dustin’s first introductions to gay culture. His mom, even when they were living in Minnesota, told him he was loved no matter who he was or who he liked. He was definitely straight, but it was comforting to have someone in his life who explicitly supported him, especially at an early age. He knew not everyone had that resource.

After they left, his mom came out to him, to which Dustin responded by supporting her and criticizing her taste in beards (as any good son would do).

So yeah, he liked lesbians, and it kicked ass to know he had more in his life.

In the end, Dustin held his tongue, knowing there were other members of the Party around, but he smiled warmly as he handed back the shoes.

He knew her secret.

A week later, he stumbled into Family Video again, to be greeted by Steve and Robin, who had obviously been in a heated conversation Dustin had interrupted.

Dustin could’ve backed out, but when did interrupting ever stop him before?

Besides, Steve knew what he was about to disclose into the (Dustin looked around) very empty store, so what did it matter?

"You’re lesbian." Yeah, he probably could’ve eased into that easier, based on her panicked reaction, but too late now! "That’s why you guys won’t date, because you both like girls and you," he pointed to Robin, "don’t like guys,"

(Dustin had no clue Steve was bisexual or that he’d even implied that fact, when the two behind the counter had ironically just been conversing about it before he’d burst in)

Robin went bright red as Dustin smiled sweetly, looking about to sputter something out. Instead, Steve quickly put a hand on her shoulder, giving Dustin a firm look.

"Dustin, you can’t just out people like that, you know this."

"I checked the store to make sure no one was here!" He put up his hands in defense, "Besides, I knew if you didn’t want to date her, you had to know something, and even if you didn’t it’s not like I did it in hateful company!" Steve groaned and put his head in his hands.

"How—How did you even figure it out?" Robin asked, and Dustin shrugged.

"Your shoes, last movie night. I saw the history-sister thing. Kinda pieced together from there." Robin blinked.

"And…and you’re cool with it?" Dustin frowned.

"Steve never tells you anything, does he?" She shot him a confused look, and Dustin sighed. "Yeah, I’m definitely cool with it. I wouldn’t have just burst in here like that if I wasn’t, trust me. I know how I work." Steve nodded from the side.

"Yeah, he’d make up some convoluted bullshit to forcibly out you or something. Do you have any purpose for this visit other than to out my friend?" Dustin grinned, shaking his head.

"Nope! I’ll be off now. Bye!" Dustin ran out the doors excitedly, hopping back on his bike.

If he noticed Robin staring at Nancy Wheeler instead of the screen that next movie night, that was between him and his own thoughts (and eventually him and Steve during gossip sessions).

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It's canon that Robin has a lot of fun stuff on her converse ;) ;).

Again, Dustin has absolutely no grasp on social cues.

Chapter 2/6———Chapter 4/6

#dustin henderson #robin buckley #steve harrington #minor ronance