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pumpkin-lith · 4 years

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Clone Wars Saved...ish

What the hell did I just watch ?

Let’s start by saying that 1) spoilers alert, not necessarily coherent but definitely there, I’ll put on a read more, but unspoiled mobile users, just in case it fails, scroll by and 2) @norcumii had warned me. And yet I didn’t quite expect that because, how could more clones ever be bad !

Oh boy.

Thanks to @shadow-spires for being my emotional support watchbuddy. I needed it more than I thought I would and we’re only three episodes in.

Some context : I’ve watched... only a few episodes of the show before, despite probably being able to give you the plot of all 6 seasons and quote lines and scenes, thanks tumblr and my own love for clones. And I hadn’t really looked at the bad batch half-rendered episodes because I still had trouble with the graphics of the actually finished show, so...

But I was ready for this, for feels, for finding Echo again and, finally, get 66 and murdered by Dave Filoni. Set up a meeting time to watch some eps with shadowspires, fun when there is a twelve hours diff between us and here we go.

Let me tell you, there was a lot of yelling in all caps in the chat side bar...

Trying to keep mostly in order of the episodes :

- WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO KIX’S HAIR ? Why ? Why hair and no more tattoo ??? Is this supposed to be red corsair continuity ? But then WHY IS HE HERE AND NOT ALREADY ABDUCTED ? Is this merch reasons ?

- Two seconds in and WOW I hate the Bad Batch. And this does NOT get better. I’m really tired of the Muscle is Dumb trope, Tech is like a human C3PO which urgh but fine but then KEEP CONSTANT (this is going to be a major point of my yelling), if Hunter says you chatter all the time THEN DO but no, we won’t here a single random fact ever again for three episodes, and Crosshairs chats and snarks a LOT for someone ‘not talkative’.

- Regs. FUCKING REGS, urgh, I hated that word the INSTANT it was said. Canon isn’t as heavily into the Vode An fanon loves, but WOW fuck that. Strike team or not, you’re not supermen, you have to rely on intel, be supplied, you’re not a bunch of mercenaries, you’re a MILITARY STRIKE TEAM, you must interact with regs a lot so it means you’re a bunch of condescending assholes ALL THE TIME.

-Also fuck 1) that team’s dynamics and 2) the “two teams do not get along” trope, fuck it with a SHOVEL. 1) You’re a Commando Team. In an army three years deep into war. You’re comrades and probably have save each other asses hundred of times. So why can’t you behave ? And I know people do not always get along, or even best friends sometimes irk each other, but, look, consistency, if you think you’re with lesser people because regs (can you tell I’m not over that either), you present a united front and you don’t bitch at your teammates in front of them. 2) YOU ARE MILITARY. Trained for 10+ years, there’s DISCIPLINE there, even a maverick strike team, when Cody is down, you OBEY THE SECOND IN COMMAND. I don’t care if you have a better plan, you TELL the officer, you don’t just tell him to shut up and watch. AND YOU DON’T GET AT EACH OTHER’S THROATS.

-Did I mention I hate everything about Dumb Violent Muscles unable to control himself or follow a plan ?

-Of course the one time we could see Cody in charge, he’s hurt and useless.

-WHY. IS. THE MEDIC. GOSSIPING. INSTEAD OF KEEPING WATCH OVER THE WOUNDED BROTHER ???

AND WHY DOES HE HAVE HAIR DAMMIT

-The tactics Mess out of order : Why is nobody blowing stuff up, a group able to single handedly take on 100+ droids is getting pushed back by thirty later on, why not trap the outpost to blow up the incoming droids, the analytical droid cannot comprehend why the clones would leave the outpost while in full view of the cyber center and it has to be pointed out to him, WHY DID NOBODY TRAP THE FUCKING OUTPOST TO BLOW, why does the tech guy LITERALLY NAMED TECH doesn’t hide/erase what they did to the computer, why if he didn’t have time DIDN’T HE BLOW UP THE COMPUTER.

-And for a plot point being “droids analyzes our tactics so we always have to change them”, it means that no one ever attacked a front door and drew all the droids there for a second team to sneak by the back door. Somehow.

Ep2 & 3 :

- Why is “this may or may not be Echo” matters on a tactical PoV ? I get the emotional one, of course, but having the Bad Batch question it at the beginning and later on starting a fight over it has no other reason than to go for another round of We Do Not Get Along Trope. The Seps have either a PoW or an Algorhythm allowing them to win battle, no matter what it is, you have to go and rescue/take it. WHY ARE YOU ARGUING.

- I know this is the funny part of ‘Anakin and Padmé are the less subtle ever’ and it was funny (I didn’t hate ALL of the episodes, see ?), but why is she explaining to Anakin why he fights three years into the war other than reminding the public, this is the LEAST EFFECTIVE PLAN ever to hide from Obi-Wan with Rex obviously standing guard.

-Not a critic, just fucking amused : if someone isn’t aware that Padmé and Anakin are a thing, there is a lot of subtext to thing Anakin and Rex have a hidden fling. I don’t even ship it and I could see it x)

- Tell Padmé I say hello. TELL PADME I SAY HELLO. Obi-Wan fucking KNOWS, maybe not the whole “married and pregnant” but hellooooo that was blantant cue that he’s aware they’re together, at the very least so very close friends that they sneak private calls during a siege if Anakin is really dense, we have ONSCREEN PROOF that Obi-Wan SAID OUT LOUD something about it and it makes Anakin thinking Obi-Wan doesn’t know and couldn’t understand in RotS even STUPIDER. Good job Anakin.

- This Galaxy has the most efficient Google Translate ever. Either it’s a known language of the planet you’re going to, and then by doing research amidst the prep to go to the planet everyone or at least Rex as Captain would put the translator to the spoken languages there on his helmet, or it’s an unknown one and yet with two sentences, Tech’s tech (urgh) is able to translate and analyses it well enough to speak it back to them. Wow.

- WHY. IS. THE. JEDI. NOT. USING. THE. FORCE. You’ve worked with Echo before but there’s no mention or even trying to feel him, fine, better have another fight of whether or not he’s truly here, two droids manage to get the drop on you, two droids manage to get the drop on you AND SOMEHOW AREN’T IMMEDIATELY BISECTED, Two droids manage to get the drop on you, survive, AND GIVE YOU ENOUGH TROUBLE YOU NEED SOMEONE TO SHOOT ONE TO GET OUT OF IT.

- Echo, my poor baby TnT I knew this was going to hurt, and it does, it does so much.

-And we’re RIGHT BACK to full on rage rather fast. We go from “he’s so weak he can’t walk, he doesn’t remember anything after the Citadel, he’s so out of it he doesn’t know where he is and ‘notices’ Rex being here two or three times” to “He can walk, he can be yeeted into a vent, he can tightpole walk, he can shoot while standing, he knows the whole base’s blueprints and also all the Separatist’s database.” in like. Five minutes. CONSITENCY FOR FUCK’S SAKE. Why is no one carrying him, why don’t we even get a fucking HUG ?

-Why was everyone yeeted by Dumb Muscles WHEN WE HAVE A JEDI HERE. WHY STILL NO FORCE ??? Clone-yeeting is like Anakin’s favorite pastime, he should have thought of it FIRST, My Moment Has Come.

- Oh FUCK NO. WHY did you even GO BACK TO THE NATIVES’ VILLAGE ? You got dragons, you fly back to your ship that wasn’t damaged in anyway, you evac fast and clean, DONE ! Why go back ? Anakin even says that the Techno Union will strike for helping them BUT UNTIL YOU WENT BACK THEY DIDN’T KNOW THE NATIVES HELPED YOU ! They had no problems until now ! DON’T INVOLVE CIVILIANS ! If they had gone with the plot point of having the natives pick a side and be the ones to save them from that pole by flying to get them, then yes, totally, stay and help and defend them against the retaliation massacre ! But since they didin’t, do NOT go there and draw to them a retaliation massacre.

-FUCK that speech. Sorry Rex, but FUCK THAT. Again, civilians. You are supposed to be the GOOD GUYS trying to STOP THE WAR, not draw innocents into it when it could be avoided. AND THEN LEAVE WHEN YOU JUST TOOK DOWN ONE ATTACK AND THE TECHNO UNION WILL SURELY COME WIPE OUT THAT VILLAGE FOR HELPING YOU AND THERE’LL BE NO JEDI TO SAVE THE DAY.

-Why is everyone suddenly dumb.

-Fuck that “good old days” bullshit. I’m sure there were good times, but your good old days are three years of war and losses. Gimme “now everything will be alright”, because for once someone survived, for once the future is looking hopeful, give me them hoping that it’ll be okay and then gut me with the sheer irony of it all because I know 66 is looming. AND FUCKING HUG HIM DAMMIT, he was almost catatonic thirty minutes ago, at least HELP HIM into the ship rather than leave him standing here alone.

-And no mention of Fives, of course. Idk it may be in episode 4, it BETTER be in Episode 4, otherwise this is “it be like the good old days, yay, btw Fives’ dead”.

I am SO ready for the damn Bad Batch arc to be over and hoping the actual original content is way better. I wished they had scrapped that disaster of an idea full of bad clichés. You want a strike team to go with Rex ? I’ve got a strike team for you : Jesse is an ARC, Kix is both a medic and seen many times with a rifle (AND THE COOLEST HAIRCUT, get us Bly there and give him a tracking speciality with the many ‘primitive’ planets he was on, and we have Aayla for the muscle. That would be badass.

#Star Wars #Spoilers #The Clone Wars #The Clone Wars Saved #TCW : spoilers #Season 7 spoilers #Star Wars spoilers #THERE IS SPOILERS HERE #And a lot of rage and yelling #GiveKixAShave2020 #GiveEveryoneElseABrain

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imjustalonesomewriter · 4 years

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Aaa ok I got an ask from @bamboozled-boi that I accidently deleted (sorry). So here it is: “9, 21, and 23 for the oc asks please! :)”

Thanks so much for the ask! This will be rather long.

9. What line best shows who they are?

I had to dig through the depths of my notebook to find their quotes, but here they are.

“I’m upset because I don’t know where in hell I am! All I know was on a train, there was a huge flash! All I have is my things, a letter-” or “What does this do?” for Abigail. For the first, she is obviously very lost and confused, but for the second she is always very curious.

For Ruby, I would say, “I’m not looking for my other half because I’m not a half... and I’m busy as shit.” (Yes, I used a writing prompt for that) or, for her more bitchy side, “Stop being such a baby,” Ruby laughed, “You get hurt so easily.” Oh, and also:

“But no one could be doing better than you are.”

“I could be doing better! I could be doing so, so much better!” Ruby jumped up and turned to face Dennis. Her face was red and her eyes were watering, “But I have so many responsibilities, Den! If I didn’t, I would be doing so much better than I am!”

Dennis is a tough one, but I have one for him (he hasn’t said anything memorable yet): “Just horrendous,” Dennis sighed and paused a moment before approaching Ruby, “Rubes, I am sorry, but you’re just taking on everything when you don’t need to. We can help you.” As you probably guessed, Ruby responded to that by insulting Dennis’s wealthy background.

Ah, Martin, my favorite character. I have two for him, but I could pick many, many more: “We spend our whole lives searching for meaning, but in the global picture, our individual lives are meaningless. I’m going to make sure mine isn’t.” or “People lie.”

21. Do they have siblings? If yes, how has that shaped them as a person?

Everyone has siblings but Martin (I’ll have to post the list of their siblings later). For Dennis, his little brother Max is super spoiled and bratty, so once he realized that it humbled him a bit and he vowed to not heavily (he still does a little) rely on his parent’s.

Abigail has a brother named Mathew, who ran away from home and has never been seen again (he does send back letters though, twice a year). Abigail is very caring and protective of people, so that they never feel like they’re unwanted or don’t belong.

And, last but not least, Ruby’s siblings made her a bitch. She has one younger sister, one older sister, and an older brother. They were super annoying and constantly made her angry, and she vented this anger by yelling at them and being mean in general.

23. What do they fear losing the most?

OK, starting off with an easy one, Abigail fears not returning home (duh). I think Ruby is scared of not being successful and her whole life being wasted, which I share (honestly a little bit of her is based off me ). She wants to be famous, rich, and living the life, and she’s worried she never will be.

Dennis shares this fear too, but he fears never being recognized for himself. Other people always think of him as “Mr. and Mrs. Bonham’s son” or “Mr. Jameson Bonham’s son,” but he wants to make a name for himself. Martin, on the other hand, fears losing his company forever and will do whatever it takes to keep it successful. He also lowkey fears losing his wife Ebony, because their marriage is a bit rocky right now.

Again, sorry for how long that was!

#ask #oc #ocs #my ocs #Martin flinnbaker #Dennis Bonham #ruby thompson #abigail strinbrall #a future mistake #book #books #novels

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fafulous · 5 years

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Round Two

Pairing: Elijah Mikaelson x Reader

Summary: Reader’s family doesn’t include her in their Christmas plans for the night, leaving her in shreds of sadness until her phone rings from her favorite family of vampires to save her Christmas.

Warnings: LIL ANGSTY??? FLUFFY??? IMPLIED DITTY DO?? HOW?? DO?? YOU?? DO?? WARNINGS?? CHEESIER THAN YOUR CHEESE FRIES YOU HAD SOME WHILE BACK?? DO I MARK 18+??? IDK READ MY FRENS

A/N: AL right. Now the reason I’m writing this sad prompt is because this is what happened to me although not exactly, but the feelings are the same. @heythereelejah gets prompt credits for asking me to vent out through this prompt. ILY ALL

Christmas is the time for endless fun and sloth behavior. It is the time when you're wrapped in woolen clothes warming yourself from the freezing cold while the aromas freshly baked cookies of various assortment filled the room completely.

It is the time to rekindle old traditions and mingle with the already closest members of your home, your sweet family.

But god save you, it will never the same with your family.

While Christmas has it's beautiful merits, the only thing favoring you was the demerits of it.

Being the youngest sibling and the quiet one, you were always foreshadowed by the eldest and her happenings. Not only by her, but it seemed like you were always taken for granted by the rest of your family. But it never bothered you that much, they were family and you loved them no matter what.

And Christmas can make the most dysfunctional family functional right?

Apparently not.

"I still don't understand why Elijah didn't call her Nik."

The Mikaelsons shuffled around the table as they made their last minute preparations and adjustments here and there.

"As I said," Elijah huffed, disappoint me written all over his face, "she told me she had to spend Christmas with her family. And this was quoted by Y/N herself."

Elijah felt a pang of sadness but pushed it away quickly. All of his siblings were bringing their dates for Christmas, except for him. Thinking it was the perfect opportunity to make a move finally, he had asked you to attend the dinner. But you couldn't and he realized it too - she had to celebrate it with her family.

"But we all know how she doesn't like spending her holidays with her actual family," said Kol with a faulty tone.

"Are you accusing me of not inviting sweet Y/N?"

"Enough both of you," stormed in Rebekah as she placed the bottles of red wine on the table.

"Kol," said Freya placing a soothing arm on his shoulder, "we all know that. We also know that Elijah and none of us can go and drag her from her family festivities. Maybe this Christmas she can actually have fun with them, you'll never know."

"On the bright side, we have a table and food as long and as wide as our lives. She can join us anytime," said Klaus as he carried Hope in his arms, silently upset that his friend couldn't make it tonight.

"I have a good feeling she'll be here tonight, Elijah," reassured Rebekah

Elijah wished that too, for he wouldn't have spent half an hour preparing an infinitesimal surprise for the woman he cherished silently.

To his luck, his wish was granted.

After a while, the Mikaelsons' dates had arrived. Marcel, Davina, Caroline, and Keelin made their ways to their loved ones, carrying small packages of gifts for everyone. By the time they sat down one by one after exchanging warm wishes, they were interrupted by the sound of continuous knocks. Elijah swore he heard a familiar whimper and ragged breathing too. All the Mikaelsons' antennae turned towards the door. Before Elijah could get up knowing who it was, Klaus was already out of the dining hall.

"Don't worry brother, I've got this"

The cold outside made your teardrops colder, your cheeks feeling ice bitten by those salty splashes of water streaming down your eyes.

It happened again. Yes, you were quite used being dominated by most of your family members and being ignored by them occasionally, but this time it crossed the line.

When you came out of your steaming shower to get ready for the unplanned evening, you noticed the strange quietness that was never associated with your family.

"Mom? Dad?"

At first, you were foolish enough to think it was a prank in form of a surprise. But later, it was very obvious that your family had gone out somewhere without even telling you. You didn't need to decipher that only by reading a note handwritten by your uncle.

We've all gone to the nearby mall for some quick shopping. Will be back some time.

You clung on to the last sentence like your poor heart depended on it since you never really like being alone most of the times, especially on a holiday like this.

But an hour passed and they were nowhere to be seen. They didn't even bother calling you, which made you cry out loud so loudly thanks to the fact that no one was home.

You went up to your room, slamming yourself into the plushy cushions sobbing and decided to not do anything for the day. So much for the holidays, you wished you were actually in that dreadful college of yours.

It was now that you regretted politely declining the Mikaelson's Christmas Dinner. Elijah had personally made the effort to invite you all the way by visiting during after college hours only for it to be declined by you. How you wished you could be there right now.

But the familiar chimes rising from your phone diminished the regret.

Messages from your favorite family flooded the home screen, one from each Mikaelson.

Kol: Christmas is no fun without our lame jokes being tossed around at everyone. Come home if you can, we have a special Mikaelson kiddie chair reserved for you dwarf size darling ;)

Klaus: Y/N. As much as you know that I'm not a Christmas person, the house feels empty without you. Hope wants you to be here too, and we have a spot saved just for you. See you soon and Merry Christmas.

Rebekah: Bitch you better bring your arse down here no matter what time it is. You promised me you would burn your wishes with me and the family. Even if you don't come by midnight, I ensure that you do.

Freya: Hey come home, we all miss you. Keelin says it's been ages since she saw you, might be the perfect night to rekindle stories. Hopefully see you there tonight :)

And finally from the man who made you nervous and fidgety.

Elijah: I hope you're having a good time with your loved ones this Christmas. Although you declined the invite, it's never off the charts. I wish you were here with us. I really do miss your presence Y/N. Merry Christmas.

You just instantaneously sprang up from your bed, happy tears rolling down your cheeks. All of their messages touched your heart, especially Elijah's, realising they still saved you a seat. The fact that the family missed her, the fact that he misses her made her heart flutter with mixed emotions of happiness and anxiousness.

Rebekah was your college mate, the only one who helps you to get through the educational hell hole. Long enough, she confided in her family secrets, her vampirism and her small aim in life to start a family.

The Mikaelsons, as usual, were very very apprehensive about maintaining an acquaintance with you but this problem was long forgotten. You were able to bring a small amount of cheer within every single one, be it taking care of Hope or assisting Freya with spells or even talking to Klaus about the deepest regrets of his lifetime. All of them took her in like a sibling they've always wanted.

Except for one.

You quickly took a small piece of paper and scribbled something on the lines of:

Waited for 'some time'. Headed to the Mikaelsons for some actual Christmas Cheer. See you tomorrow and hope you have a good one without me.

And right now you stood in front of their beautiful teak wood door engraved with their Mikaelson sigil surrounded by a beautiful Christmas wreathe. Wanting to get there fast, you just slipped on black jeans with a black top, pairing it with a beautiful white woolen overcoat and some black boots.

You knocked the door twice, wiping the last set of tears from your cheeks. You didn't realize how puffy your eyes must've looked as Klaus opened the door with a smile that soon dissolved to a protective glance.

"Y/N"

"Is it too late? If it is-"

He pulled you in with his strong arms, pushing away your statement. "Poppycock. You're right on time."

"Klaus. I look horrible."

"Oh, that will never be a problem when Kol is around, love." He held you by your shoulders as he guided you to the dining. "But besides the jokes, have you looked yourself in the mirror? Cute, small-"

You playfully slapped his shoulders which earned a chuckle from his lips.

"and beautiful," he completed. You hugged him sidewards as you reached the center of attraction.

The hall was decorated beautifully, ornaments stringing the Christmas tree just like in those Christmas movies you've always seen. Presents were wrapped in colors you never knew that existed and it was then you realized as you walked into the dining,

"I didn't bring any gifts."

The table was filled with food and expensive silverware. From a variety of roasted meats to salads and pies to cakes, you were very eager to taste them all with the best company you could ask for. Your eyes scanned at everyone seated around the table, dressed in red, green and white. They finally landed on Elijah, who looked as usual - ridiculously good looking. A jet black suit with a white tie, which you had gifted him for his birthday last month. It was the first gift you had ever given to Elijah and you were glad it was acknowledged.

"As much as you hate my cheesiness, you're our gift darling," said Kol as he came up to you giving a kiss on your cheek.

Wishes and kisses were exchanged as the siblings and little Hope, who loved the woolen overcoat you were wearing and who just couldn't stop touching it.

You then went up to Elijah, awkwardly deciding whether to kiss him on the cheek or give him a hug, but finally, you decided to just wave it out. You swore you heard Kol and Rebekah sigh, for they knew how much you were attracted to him.

"Come on now, here's your kiddie chair," said Kol.

Before you could place your hand on the chair, your hands collided with Elijah's.

"Allow me Y/N,"

Ever the gentleman you wondered, as he pulled out the chair and helped you to sit. Your heart soared, even more, when he sat next to you, feeling the blood rush to your cheeks. Throats were cleared loudly to state the obvious.

Elijah glared at Marcel, Caroline and Kol, who were the culprits of the noise. Everybody knew how you both had a liking to each other, except for the parties involved. Everyone was seated next to their beloved. Klaus and Rebekah smirked at each other, while Kol whispered something into Hope's ear.

A toast was made by Klaus, out of character and emotional, thanking his siblings and guests, especially you for their tolerance and love disposed at him.

"To Family."

There was just merry and only merry in the room, as everyone ate to their hearts' pleasure. Everyone's glasses were red, except for Freya, Keelin, Davina and you for it was not blood but the best red wine caught hold of by Elijah.

Embarrassing Christmas stories were thrown onto the table as everyone ate, only pausing whenever the laugh was too hard to control. Caroline spilled the beans about Klaus' proposal while Rebekah talked about Kol's ridiculous adventures. At this moment, you smiled and laughed forgot what your actual family had done to you and never noticed the occasional needy glances Elijah gave you.

While taking a sip your eyes raked at everyone with no worry plastered on their face, their bond overflowing the conversations. If not for Elijah, you would never be out of your reverie if he hadn't placed his palm on top of yours.

"It really is great having you here Y/N," whispered Elijah, not even audible to the rest of the vampires as they all started calling Klaus as Santa, "I am absolutely uninformed as to your circumstances of you leaving your home and spending the holiday with us, but I'm really really glad you're here today."

Elijah's grip on her palm tightened as he saw another coat of tears brim up your eye, but not enough to roll.

You nodded at his statement of comfort, but then soon joined back to the table's merriment.

"Come on dad please," requested Hope as she conjured a Santa hat on top of her father's head, "It's not really Christmas if you don't say it." You smiled at Hope's magic, improving day by day for such a young girl of ten years old.

"Oh alright alright," said Klaus, "Santa Klaus is coming to town! Ho ho ho!"

The whole table erupted with laughter at Klaus, while he joined as well, laughing at himself.

The Christmas dinner proceeded with Elijah's palm never leaving yours and both of them couldn't have asked for anything else better.

After the hefty dinner, you barely couldn't even move from all the delicacies. Turns out this Christmas, it wasn't team girls but team boys who went all the way down to cook each and every item on the table.

"You favorite gingerbread and sugar cookies wee exclusively baked by Elijah himself love," grinned Rebekah, "Plus the boys wouldn't let us enter so why not?"

Soon Rebekah started to hand out pieces of parchment to everyone so that they could write it down for good luck and burn it.

You involuntarily looked up at Elijah, least bothered if anyone was looking. He turned up and looked at you as well as he held Hope in his arms. To be in his embrace in both good and bad times, to lead a life with him no matter where it takes you, to grow up with this dysfunctional yet caring family was your ultimate wish. But it seemed like a dream, a dream too far to touch, like touching the stars with your bare hands.

But nevertheless, you wrote it down feeling foolish and greedy to want to have the best things in the world.

"Gather around its time!"

After Rebekah's calling, one by one everyone burnt their wishes into the small fire built by Freya.

You sighed as you made you moved away from the gathering, up and away to the room you would always go to every time you'd come here.

In reality, it was Elijah's study. Walls covered with bookshelves with a very huge fireplace giving you the perfect warmth all the time. This was the place where most of the times Elijah and you used to bond reading books in silence and confiding in thoughts and personal matters that wouldn't be heard by any other person. It was getting cold and you might as well thought to get yourself warmed.

But when you turned on the lights, you were in for a treat.

The whole room was dimly illuminated with fairy lights strung upon every tall bookshelf that covered the rustic walls. You even saw huge socks lined up on the mantlepiece of the huge fireplace you've always adored. In place of the couch, a small bed mattress was placed on the floor with a navy blue bedspread covered with fluffy cushions - just the way you liked.

Your heart felt fuzzy, this whole room giving you so much of aesthetic warmth. What made you even curious was that no one used this room except for you both. So that must definitely mean-

"I sincerely hope you like it."

You turned around to see Elijah standing by the door frame with a mug in his hand, his thick accent giving you a small chill. As he walked towards you, you shamelessly checked him out from head to toe - how the suit hugged him perfectly making him look dapper as ever. You took in a deep breath, not being able to stand there without touching him.

"It's really gorgeous Elijah. I love what you've done with the study," you blushed.

"Well, I'm glad. This was a small surprise for you-"

"You did this for me?"

"Of course. I did have a hunch that you'd be here tonight."

You blushed even more furiously, putting your head down. This man could make you go crazy but still remain sane at the same time.

"Here I brought this for you," said Elijah as he handed over the mug to her, making his way to set up the fireplace.

"Oh you're always spoiling me, Elijah," you chuckled realizing he made you Hot Cocoa, something you've always liked to have when you're feeling cold.

"By all means, I am to do that always," he huffed as he removed his coat suit, flinging it to one of the idle chairs. He began to roll up his sleeves, all of his attention on getting this fireplace started, but yours, by all means, wasn't.

Your breath hitched, with heart skipping a few beats probably, seeing his well built muscular arms bulging out of his black inside shirt. He then bent down to place the firewood and start the warm fire, which gave you a perfect view of his backside, which made you cough so loudly because damn it was one fine-

"Are you alright?"

You cleared your throat, prodding yourself for shamelessly checking him out, "Yeah- yeah I'm good."

"Well, come be seated."

You removed your overcoat as it began to slowly get warm. Elijah's eye's lingered to you, as he saw you in the black knitted tank top, as you took your sip from the hot cocoa. You made a pleasing noise after drinking it, which unconventionally turned him on lightly. He cleared his throat just to get the ridiculous thoughts out of his head.

Keeping the mug aside you sat down, removing your boots that stuffed your legs the whole day. You stretched your legs and neck, unknowingly giving a beautiful display of your chest to Elijah, but averted his eyes being the gentlemen he was.

"This is so well put together Elijah. Thank you so much,"

Elijah nodded slightly, loosening his tie from the warmth that was growing in the room. Realizing you were looking too much, your eyes moved to the prickling fire.

"I don't want to sound persuasive, but if I may ask you?"

You cocked your head towards him sighing. It annoyed you that it hurt every time you thought about it. But it was Elijah, the one man who you could express your emotions freely.

"They left me, Elijah," you stopped, slightly getting choked from the emotion.

"What?

"They all went out without calling me."

And like this rambling teen, you went on and on about what happened just a few hours back. A few tears fell here and there while ranting every tiny detail of the evening to him and not did he for even a second lose his attention from all your words.

He wasn't even realizing what he was doing as he cupped one of your cheeks with his hand as you completed, giving a defeated whimper and sigh.

"...makes me feel so unloved all the time Elijah. How much more do I need to prove myself?"

"Shh," he whispered as he came closer to you, gently tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, "listen to my voice, mine and mine alone. Take a deep breath."

And you did so, focussed on his voice, the only thing you wanted to hear for the entire day.

"Y/N you are so loved, so loved," he came closer you almost inches away from your lips, "I want you to know that very clearly. Do you understand?"

You nodded, your eyes closed from the proximity of Elijah's face. You could feel his hot breath fanning on your face and you were pretty sure he could feel yours as well.

"We're here for you always love," he paused and resumed, "I'm here for you."

"I know that Elijah," you whispered hoarsely, "I'm eternally grateful for you and your family."

"But I don't see you the way my family sees you."

You opened your eyes, the tension finally hitting both of you as you looked at his half-opened eyes. You looked at his soft, supple lips that made you lick yours involuntarily as you felt Elijah's grip on you cheek harden. He made his move and you decided to make yours.

"Yeah yeah that's good," you hesitated, "because neither do I, Elijah."

That one statement was enough for Elijah to slam his lips onto yours.

As both of your lips entwined he could taste the cocoa that was on your lips a few minutes ago and he loved it. You moaned into the kiss as he pulled you onto his thighs. Your palms roamed freely, tugging on to his perfectly styled hair.

In the heat of the moment, you removed your tank top revealing your strapless lace black bra you wore. It was a delight for Elijah, kissing you sensuously right in the middle of your breasts. He made his way kissing you all the way up to your neck. From the sounds, you were making he figured it out that this was your sweet spot.

He then made his move, ripping his own shirt for you to devour. You traced his torso with your finger, checking if it was really true if you were about to do it with a living sex god in front of you.

You peppered up kisses up his neck, just like he did and finally found your way to his lips. You let your tongue explore him, as you both fought for dominance. And in the heat of the moment after pulling away your tongue from his, you bit his lip, which produced a loud growl from Elijah.

Getting hot and bothered as Elijah noticed, you were grinding his hips, where you felt him bulging from his pants.

"Elijah please," you cried.

"What do you want my love?" he whispered huskily, which made you go high.

"I want you, please," she begged, as she traced down her trousers.

As his arms snaked up to unclasp your bra, exposing your breasts, he came up to your ears whispering thickly as he pressed his chest onto yours.

"And so you shall my love."

Back down there everyone was opening presents while drinking wine. There was Merry all over until after a point of time Caroline noticed something.

"Hey! Where is Y/N?"

Everyone looked around in confusion realizing they were missing a member from the festivities.

"I think Elijah has gone in search for her," said Freya as she cuddled Keelin in the living room.

"Oh oh alright that's good," she said content with the reply.

"Y/N"

"Oh, that sounded like him. I think he found her. They'll join us at any momen-"

"Oh Elijah"

Everyone just stopped, as all the vampires dropped their jaws and the gifts they had in their hand since they heard something that was something extremely inaudible to Freya, Keelin, and Davina. Rebekah gasped but secretly proud of her girl.

"What's wrong? What happened Kol?" Asked an extremely worried Davina, apprehending they must have heard something that she wouldn't have.

"Elijah. Y/N. They're um-"

Kol stopped Caroline Midway. "It's about time if you ask me. Was this the surprise Elijah was talking about? The surprise of Christmas Sex?"

Klaus hit him hard on the head on account of little Hope who was unwrapping her gifts, fortunately not paying attention to what the adults were talking.

Everyone blushed and let out small fits of laughter. They were happy that finally, those two got to know how much they actually mean to each other.

Davina whispered something and snapped her fingers, knowing that the vampires feel more silence with her magic.

"Now now let's give them privacy," smirked Davina.

"Atta girl", said Kol as he kissed her forehead, "Rebekah I think you owe me a 100 dollars for predicting Elijah’s Christmas Sex."

Klaus almost chopped his head off in a moment’s fury.

Elijah pulled out the extra navy blue sheets covering both of them. Right below his arms, you lay down covered in a thin film of sweat beads, staring into the fireplace and then looked right at him into his chocolate colored eyes.

He leaned down to give you another kiss, devouring your lips slowly as you placed your palm on his cheek.

"Talk about the best Christmas, this was way out of my league," you whispered

"It was nothing love," he said grinning as he lied down next to you, kissing your forehead and pushing away the strands from your face.

You snuggled closer into him, wrapping your arms around him, your head on his torso. "This was the Christmas gift ever. Thank you, Elijah,"

"Oh no my love, that's not all I have for you," he whispered as he got up instantly, making you follow suit as well.

Gripping the sheet to your chest, you saw Elijah reach of for something in a medium sized box green box with a red ribbon on it.

Taking it, you looked up at him smiling with curiosity and back at the box and decided to open it.

Inside it was a small silver chain with a pendant on it. It was so beautiful at a glance you were smiling so hard at Elijah without even discerning what it was.

The pendant was the Mikaelson sigil, a beautiful M calligraphed onto a coat of arms. And on the backside of the pendant was a small letter, that denoted the first letter of your name.

The emotional wreck you are made your eyes a tad bit watery.

"Elijah. Th-this is beautiful. You didn't have to."

"No," he simply said taking the chain from the box and nudging you to turn around, "it's of utmost importance that you know this truth Y/N."

He helped you put the chain onto you as he brushed your hair away gently and placed his chin on to your shoulder, whispering something you never thought you will hear.

"You will and always be family, no matter what the path takes us to. You are and will undoubtedly be the one who I cherish my life with Y/N. You must know that I-"

"I know," you turned around to him, inches away again from his lips, "I love you too Elijah."

Both of you feverishly kissed again as your hands found your way to his hair, completely forgetting about the sheet you were holding onto.

When you let go of his hair briefly your soft supple breasts were left on display for Elijah. He looked at them, his eyes going darker which you identified as lust. Without any warning he tugged you to him, feeling his well-built torso on your chest, which made you giggle incoherently.

"It's not a Mikaelson Christmas if there is no round two love," whispered Elijah as he began to do what was meant to be done.

And that's when you wondered: What more could you ask on a Christmas Day?

I warned you that it was cheesy. Your loss xD

Also, I’m taking this opportunity to wish all my lovely followers a very very Happy New Year. Hope all your wishes come true :’)

Tags: @heythereelejah @evyiione @idkhaylijah @dendrite-lover @elejah-wonderland (this is a random taglist ahahah ;___;)

#Elijah Mikaelson #the originals #elijah mikaelson imagines #elijah mikaelson x reader #klaus mikaelson #vampire diaries #tvd #the originals imagines #kol mikaelson #freya mikaelson #rebekah mikaelson #hope mikaelson #reader insert #to #daniel gillies

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Prompt Challenge

So this is my writing prompt challenge. It is a very long list, and some of the quotes are very long. Every line is from my favorite author, Sherrilyn McQueen (previously known as Sherrilyn Kenyon). Quotes that inspire fluff, romance, and/or angst

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You have the optimism of a child. (Julian) Peter Pan all the way. (Grace)

Life isn't finding shelter in the storm. It's about learning to dance in the rain.

But as the Roman playwright Terence once wrote, From many a bad beginning great friendships have formed

I don't suffer from my insanity -- I enjoy every minute of it.

I marvel at the fact you’ve lived to your age and no one’s taken those rose-colored glasses and shoved them up your ass.

Just because you can doesn't mean you should.

Oh contraire, mon frère. I’m able to annoy anyone in ten syllables or less. Sometimes, I don’t even have to speak at all. I just walk into the room and it rankles them.

It's easy to look at people and make quick judgments about them, their present and their past, but you'd be amazed at the pain and tears a single smile hides. What a person shows to the world is only one tiny facet of the iceberg hidden from sight. And more often then not, it's lined with cracks and scars that go all the way to the foundation of their soul.

You’re not done with me entirely, human. I’m the mother of his daughter. (CharacterA) You’re right. You are ____'s mother, poor her. But you’re wrong about one thing. (characterB) And that is? (CharacterA) I’m no longer human. I’m the Atlantie Kedemonia Theony – the guardian of the Atlantean gods. And right now there’s only one of them walking about and to save him from one more bad memory created by you, I’d bathe in your entrails, bitch. As for ___, she’s a big girl – I know, I used to live with her. She’ll survive the death of her mother. Trust me, I have firsthand experience with the subject. (characterB)

"How can anyone be afraid of love?" (CharacterA) "When you love someone... truly love them, friend or lover, you lay your heart open to them. You give them a part of yourself that you give to no one else, and you let them inside a part of you that only they can hurt—you literally hand them the razor with a map of where to cut deepest and most painfully on your heart and soul. And when they do strike, it's crippling—like having your heart carved out. It leaves you naked and exposed, wondering what you did to make them want to hurt you so badly when all you did was love them. What is so wrong with you that no one can keep faith with you? That no one can love you? To have it happen once is bad enough... but to have it repeated? Who in their right mind would not be terrified of that?" (characterB)

Aren't you an enigma wrapped in a thick coating of contradictions.

Sometimes things have to go wrong in order to go right.

Do you want my input or is this just an angry tirade you need to vent? (CharacterA) Both! (characterB) Okay, you rant and I’ll add my comments at the end. (CharacterA)

We have three kinds of family. Those we are born to, those who are born to us, and those we let into our hearts

I assure you, princess, if you saw the real me, you’d run for cover. (CharacterA) Only if I knew you’d be waiting under that cover for me. (characterB)

"Oh God, I just kissed a vampire!" "Oh Gods, I just kissed a human!"

I have a computer, a vibrator, and pizza delivery. Why should I leave the house?

Bitch please...you haven't seen mean yet.

"____! I won’t leave you here to die." (CharacterA) It’s okay, princess. I don’t mind dying for you. (characterB)

Life is a tapestry woven by the decisions we make.

If brute force doesn't work, you aren't using enough

You know the incredible thing about hearts is their unbelievable capacity for forgiveness. You’d be amazed what people will overlook when they love someone

my balls if you crawl inside a bottle and pickle yourself solid. I’ve got other things to think about now. But let me remind you of something a good friend once said to me when I was being eaten alive by feelings I didn’t understand. ‘Even when my marriage was bad, it was good.’ I had no real idea what you meant that night, but now I do and I’m grateful to the gods I can finally believe in that I took a chance on something that almost killed me. The life I have now…no, the woman I have now is worth every rotten moment of my worthless existence that led me to her door, and I would relive it all to have one kiss from her lips. You’re the one who told me that the right woman was a shelter from the storm

I wasn't born, I was unleashed.

She couldn’t very well let him join her in bed like that. Sure you could. No I can’t. Please? Hush, self, let me think.

We almost made it to thirty seconds without an insult. I think we set a new record

Get off me, you lard-ass, halitosis, flea-infested horror-movie reject!

I thought only a wooden stake through the heart killed a vampire. (CharacterA) A wooden stake through the heart will kill just about anything. And if it doesn't, run like hell (characterB)

You’re the only thing I’ve ever done right in my entire life and if anything ever happened to you, they’d have to dig two graves ‘cause I couldn’t live a single day without my baby beside me. (parent to child)

You know, I would date, if I could find a man worth shaving my legs for.

C'mon, Tabitha. You stabbed me the night we met without even blinking. (CharacterA) Yeah, but you were a dirtbag then. (characterB) I think I'm offended. (CharacterA)

I learned a long time ago not to judge people by what they look like, sound like, or by the clothes they wear. Just because a house is nice and shiny out front doesn’t mean it’s not rotting on the inside.

you're right ___. I am a selfish bastard. I had to be, because no one else gave a single shit about me except me

I have found my star. She is beauty and grace. Elegance and goodness. My laughter in winter. She is courageous and strong. Bold and tempting. Unlike any other in all the universe, and I cannot touch her. I dare not even try

I’m here because I know the sadness inside you. I know what it feels like to wake in the morning, lost and lonely and aching for someone to be there with me

What are you doing? (CharacterA) I'm getting into my car. (characterB) You own this?! (CharacterA) No. I'm stealing it with the key in my hand. (characterB)

So, does this make you visibly challenged? (CharacterA) No, but if you don’t lay off me, I’m going to make you breathing impaired. (characterB)

I'm the top of the food chain and well...you're the food

___ says that tragedy and adversity are the stones we sharpen our swords against ao that we can fight new battles.

Sure. My ego's had enough time to recover a modicum of dignity. Let's make sure we crush it again before I mistake myself for a god

Human will is the strongest will ever created. There are those who are born to succeed and those who are determined to succeed. The former fall into it, and the latter pursue it at all costs. They won’t be denied. Nothing daunts them.

You know when people say fine, it generally means ‘leave me the hell alone because I don’t want to talk about what’s really bothering me

Baby, I ain't trash. Trash is something you throw away. My people keep me.

We're not the damned, folks, we're the categorically fucked.

So is there any part of you that’s not a lethal weapon? (CharacterA) No. Even my wits are sharpened. (characterB)

The worst wounds, the deadliest of them, aren't the ones people see on the outside. They're the ones that make us bleed internally

The past is dead. Tomorrow will become whatever decision you make it.

Strength through adversity. The strongest steel is forged by the fires of hell. It is pounded and struck repeatedly before it’s plunged back into the molten fire. The fire gives it power and flexibility, and the blows give it strength. Those two things make the metal pliable and able to withstand every battle it’s called upon to fight.

Love is deceitful and sublime. In its truest form, it brings out the best in all beings. At its worse, It's a tool used to manipulate and ruin any one who is stupid enough to hold it. Don't be stupid

Forgiveness is the best part of valor...Discretion is easy. It's finding the courage to forgive yourself and others that is hard

Even if I were lying on the sun itself, I would be freezing there without you

I learned the bad guys are not always bad, the good guys are not always good, and to quote Captain Barbossa, the parameters are like rules, mostly guidelines. And that it takes a little bit of bad boy to fight the evil in the world.

Laugh it up, asshole. But she who laughs last laughs longest, and I intend to belly roll tonight

I think infatuation is like a garden. If tended and cared for, it grows into love. If neglected or abused it dies. The only way to have eternal love is to never let your heart forget what it's like to live without it.

What? It's not my fault I stab all the fanged people. They shouldn't look like vampires. (CharacterA) I didn't look like a vampire, but you stabbed me. (characterB) Yeah, well, you looked like a lawyer so I had to kill you. It was a moral imperative. (CharacterA)

Where are you anyway? (CharacterA) I don't know. I hear some godawful kind of music from outside, horns blaring, and I'm in a house with a Mohawk cuckoo bird, a transvestite, and a knife-wielding lunatic. (characterB) Why are you at ____'s? (CharacterA)

You’re selfish and you’re cold, and I’m tired of getting frostbite when I touch you

He who lets fear rule him, has fear for a master

Be kind to dragons, for thou art crunchy when toasted and taste good with ketchup

If you have any care for ____ at all, don't leave him in darkness. It's not fair to show someone the sun and then to banish him from it. Even the devil may cry when he looks around hell and realizes that he's there alone

Have you ever wanted something that you knew was bad for you? Something that you ached for so much you could think of nothing else?

Gee, thanks Dad. I promise to be a good boy and play nice with the other kids.(CharacterA) Smart ass. (characterB) Better than a dumb ass.(CharacterA)

I'm too young, too smart and too good-looking to die.

You're so afraid of being hurt that you attack first. Only those who really care about you will weather the assault of your verbal attacks and stay. The rest will fall away.

Laugh as much as you breathe and love as long as you live

The most beautiful heart of all is the one that can still love even while it bleeds, and especially after its been broken into thousands of pieces.

Just how many sisters do you have? (CharacterA) Eight. (characterB) Eight? (CharacterA) What? (characterB) I'm just pitying whatever poor males lived in that house with all of you. It must have been truly frightening at least one week out of every month. (CharacterA) Was that a joke? (characterB) Merely a frightening statement of fact. (CharacterA)

There, there, baby. We'll hide her body in the trunk later.

Sorrow spares no one, and scars respect no person.

Yeah, it never fails to amaze me how a single lie can undo an entire lifetime of good

Is he a good boy? (CharacterA) No, Mom, he’s Satan incarnate. In fact, once it’s over, we’re going to get liquored up and tattooed, then find some cheap hos and have a good time with his trust fund. (characterB)

Oh no, no, no! Are you going to suck my blood? (CharacterA) Do I look like a lawyer to you? (characterB)

Hey, yummy leather guy? Can you hear me?

Great minds discuss ideas. Average minds discuss events. Small minds discuss other people. Life's too short to worry about what other people do or don't do. Tend your own backyard, not theirs, because yours is the one you have to live in

It would have really cramped my future plans had I died.

No power from above can make one human love another. Love comes from within the heart.

There are always three sides to every memory…yours, theirs, and the truth, which lies somewhere in between the two

You don’t knock on the devil’s door, boy, unless you want him to answer.

Take care of him, ____. And remember it takes great courage and heart for a man who knows no kindness to show it to another. Even the wildest of beasts can be tamed by a patient and gentle hand.

To infinity then. (CharacterA) What’s that mean? (characterB) It’s something my dad used to say when I was a kid. To infinity, meaning you’d see something through to the end. (CharacterA) Infinity is never-ending. (CharacterB) That’s right, which means you keep going and going no matter what happens or what obstacles you meet. Over, under, around or through. There’s always a way. And if you have to chase something to infinity, strap on your big-boy pants, hiking boots, and go. (CharacterA)

Whoa, what is this? Battle of the Sarcastic and Pissed? Should I make popcorn? Forget American Idol, man. This is much more entertaining

Life is serious. (CharacterA) No, life is an adventure. It's thrilling and scary. Sometimes it's even a bit boring, but it should never be serious. (characterB)

You can take my life, but you'll never break me. So bring me your worst… And I will definitely give you mine.

Just remember, anger is always your enemy. You must keep your emotions in check. The moment you lose control of them, you lose the fight every time.

It’s a responsibility that I take most seriously, so excuse me for banning you from killing them because you have reverse PMS. (CharacterA) Reverse PMS? (characterB) Yeah, unlike a normal woman, you’re cranky twenty-eight days out of the month. (CharacterA)

You are the only warmth in my heart. The only sunshine my winter has ever known

I wonder why no one called the police about the rocket launcher? God knows my neighbors usually report it if I so much as fart in my backyard.

I am a socially awkward mandork.

What else can I do to piss you off? (CharacterA) You can leave me. (characterB) I would never do that, ____. No one can live without their heart and that’s what you are to me. (CharacterA)

What planet are you from? Obviously Planet Insanity was missing a local, long-term resident.'

Actions that sometimes seem mean aren’t. Rather they are done by the ones we love in order to protect us without our knowing it.

Knock, knock. (CharacterA) Now, ain't this a bitch. Here I am, trying to kiss my girl, and you have to interrupt us. What, were you raised in a barn? By the way, touch the woman, or the Lamborghini, and you're a dead man. (characterB)

The wealth of a soul is measured by how much it can feel... its poverty by how little

You’re human. No one cares if you sleep with a whore. (CharacterA) (characterB did something she’d never in her life done before. She slapped another person.) You ever insult ____ again and so help me, I’ll do to you what you allowed your brother to do to him. I’ll cut your tongue out for it. ____ is the man I love and no one, ever, takes issue with him without having issues with me. (characterB)

Your destiny is shaped by choice, never by chance. Beware the decisions you make, no matter how small, for they will be your salvation...or your death.

Wake up, ____. Your psychotic criminal is playing with knives.

I accept you as you are, and I will always hold you close in my heart. I will walk beside you forever

Words are easy to say, but emotions betray the best intentions.

Because I have no boobs. My ears stand out, and I have freckles all over me. (CharacterA) Boobs? (characterB) Breasts. (CharacterA) You have very nice breasts. (CharacterB) Thanks. What about you? (CharacterA) I have no breasts. (characterB)

I love you, I love you, I love you! And if you ever die on me again, I'll kill you so dead!

I'm old enough to make you look like an embryo.

How did you get me here? (CharacterA)I have my evil Jedi ways. The Force is strong with this one. (characterB)

Have you ever noticed that salvation, much like your car keys, is usually found where and when you least expect it?

The man may not be dead, but he was certainly stiff. And this had nothing to do with rigor mortis

He was like some wild, untamed creature that you could keep and feed for a time, but in the end you knew you'd have to let it go for its own sake as well as yours

I will fear no evil for I am the baddest bitch in the land

Ironically no one ever wants to hear what I have to say about anything. They usually argue with me to the point I want to put them through a wall. Hopefully you won’t be so dense

So you're the infamous ____. (CharacterA) Lord and Master of the great barbarian horde that roams the night. (characterB)

No one should have to pay for love in flesh or blood.

Should I ask about the handcuffs? (CharacterA) Not unless you want to live...otherwise if anyone asks, tell them I died of a heart attack during a wild sexcapade with her. (characterB)

A flower can't grow without rain. (CharacterA) Too much rain and it drowns. (characterB) And yet the most beautiful of the lotus flowers are the ones that grow in the deepest mud. (CharacterA)

I’ve spent my entire life listening to people tell me why I can’t be loved and how I’m nothing but a worthless piece of shit. I always told myself that I didn’t care, that I didn’t need anyone else. It was a lie, you know. I do care and I want ____. If it costs me my life to be with her, it doesn’t matter. I’ve already lived past my prime, anyway. I get up every morning with more pain in my joints than the day before. If I have to die, I’d rather die knowing someone cared about me, just once. Is that really too much to ask? (CharacterA) For us? Yes. It is. We are the gutter and the gutter is all we’ll ever be. Don’t reach out for the stars. They’ll burn you until there’s nothing left. (characterB) Then let me burn. (CharacterA)

Should I warm the oven and bake you a batch of hero cookies?

I don’t even know what to say to you. (CharacterA) Me, either. I guess we’ll just stand here and cry at each other, huh? (characterB)

Everyone cries sometimes, ____. There are some pains that run too deep for even the strongest to take without breaking. I don’t think any less of you for it.

Please nothing, she’s a vicious piranha. She looks all cute and cuddly, then she opens that mouth and lets loose so much venom she could double as a nest of scorpions

Don't worry, ___. I'm an acquired taste. Most of my best friends had to know me for years before they could even stand my presence. I'm like mold, I usually grow on you very slowly

You know, I've walked this earth for over eleven thousand years, my lady. I have seen things in my life that are unimaginable to you, and you ask me if I doubt you? Lady, I doubt the very air you breathe

(CharacterA) "You are naked."......"You are so naked" (characterB) - "I know" (CharacterA) "You are naked!" (characterB) "We've established that." (CharacterA) "You're happy and naked." (characterB)"What?

Please don’t let it be another cop. I’m outta bail money. Wait a minute…I could sell you on eBay and make a killing. (CharacterA) Not in my current condition. You’d have to sell ___ or ____. I’m sure there’s someone willing to buy two perfectly good white boys. (characterB)

Hey!" (CharacterA) snapped as he realized (CharacterB) was about to lock him on the outside with their attackers. He pushed the door open and glared at him. "No man left behind." (characterB) scoffed. "This aint' the army, boy. It's every man for himself. Fall behind. Get eaten!"

I marvel at the fact you’ve lived to your age and no one’s taken those rose-colored glasses and shoved them up your ass.

Because I don’t feel broken when you look at me. (CharacterA) How could you feel broken? (characterB) I was shattered as a child and thrown away, like a piece of trash no on wanted. But you don’t treat me like that. You see in me the human bit and you touch that part of me. You make me feel whole and wanted. (CharacterA)

Fate is a bitch with a wicked since of humor and today I'm her punchline

If you're going to hell buddy, I'm driving the bus

I'd rather be judged by twelve than carried by six

If I am to be judged it will be for who I am. Not for who I'm trying to become

I will count the heartbeats until I see you again

It's official take a psycho to work day. Why else would I be here?

The bitterest pain of all is when you can only hold someone in your heart who you used to hold in your arms

Pain baptizes us all without prejudice or mercy

Whatever doesn't kill me better run like hell

True love will always find it's way through paths where even feral lorinas fear to prey

So goes my incentive to fight fairly. You want fair, play with kids. You wanna come at me, make out a will.

People who don't know me, think I'm quiet. People who do, wish I was.

Shall I show you to the door... Or would you rather go out through the wall?

Before you rattle my cage, you'd best make sure I'm padlocked in it

There are two ways out of this room. The window behind you and the door behind me..... You might survive the window.

Everyday do one thing that scares you. Or one thing that scares other people

The truth spills as quickly from furious lips as a lie. The trick is to learn which is meant to wound and which is meant to enlighten.

We all have out burdens... Just some of us have the ones that strike to kill us vindictively

If you want to see exactly how angry someone can get, tell them to calm down when they're already pissed off!

Don't be afraid to love. Yes its a weakness, but it's a source of greatest strength you'll ever know.

Because you are taking the most important parts of me with you, ___..... My heart and my soul. You are not just my wife. You are what sustains me.

Talk is cheap. Pain is free and I'm peddling the shit out of it. So you come and get some.

Why be difficult when with a little bit of effort you can be impossible

The lies we tell ourselves to survive seldom bring peace to our hearts

Destruction is good for my soul, but it sucks to be you

Family isn't perfect, just perfectly ours

#writing prompt #long prompts #boom quotes #sherrilyn Kenyon #the dark-hunters #the league #its a challenge

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Roswell New Mexico - Live Rewatch - Ep 1 - Pilot

So I don’t really have much in the way of original content on my blog. So I decided it might be fun to post the live blog I’ve been doing on discord of the rewatch our server is doing for Roswell, New Mexico over the hiatus period.

I’ve only posted my comments, so there might be a couple of bits that look out of place. These are my responses to other people’s comments. I’m up to episode 6, so I will post the backlog and then do one a week until the re-watch is complete.

Be warned, there is swearing.

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Sorry, cat decided it wanted a cuddle

I love the glass effect, it's so cool

You may not plan to see the small people again, Liz but we know it's gonna happen!!

Not gonna lie, I love poltics in my TV

You quote that verdict to him, Liz!!

That vent tells us so much about Liz in such a short period of time.

You're finally back says Max.Because he's been waiting for that to happen the whole time.

Excuse me Sheriff, with that good girl comment. Rude!

Arturo, playing along with Liz's mpreg story.

Fuck, I just realised - mpreg is canon!?!

Rosa!!

I want antenna headband

Cream on a milkshake is wrong.

So many people in this show have pretty eyes!!

Nooo.

Damn that's alot of lights to replace

I love that damn bullet hole in Liz's dress. It was the first indication they weren't gonna make everyone dumb as a bag of rocks and drag the storyline out FOR EVER.

Hoverboarding. Iz!!

Hey there Kyle!

Annnd here it comes, I'm in love.

That smug fucking grin. The song.

That look when he's trying to get the keys. That look would make you do just about anything.

That Michael monologue. It just gets better everytime I watch it.

Without a doubt, top 3 best character intros ever.

And we're only 15 mins in! I need to make less comments

I didn't think anyone was reading!! :wink:

"Untie some loose ends" - you go Iz

Oh Max you fucker. Telling Michael he wouldn't do anything for anyone else. Excuse fucking you.

Ok, blasting Max across the room is kinda hot. But then his guilty face! :sob:

And god, that little shoulder touch on Iz one the way out.

Another example of non-verbal storytelling. In one scene we get the fractured relationship between Max and Michael, we get that Iz and Michael are close and that both boys defer/protect Iz. So much with so little. It also sets up the physicality of the broken relationship between Max and Michael.

Others have commented on how Max is physically intimidating with people, and literally pushes Michael around, but to be fair, Michael is pretty much the same with Max (but never really with anyone else that we see on screen though we hear about it.

And then in a few lines, Iz gives us a lifetime of fears and concerns - dissection, prison, lying and hiding to loved ones - the rest of the season in seconds of dialogue

Ah, the ONLY thing that gives me Max feels is how dismissive both Iz and Michael are of Max's feelings about Liz. Especially annoying consider Michael should really fucking know better.

Yeah, because he's been pining for Alex just as long.

Unrequited love hurts just as much. Kiss or no kiss.

That's my take anyway.

Here it comes...

Typing may get bad. Cat is sitting on chest and I can't see keyboard.

Seriously, there is nothing overtly relationshippy or sexual, no pointed stares, but just how soft Michael is, even as he's making the real Manes man comment, you just know these two have a past, and that past was probably intimate.

The casual sex comment though, oh yeah they've fucked. That is such a fuck you comment to an ex.

And again with massive story in few words - Alex knocking his leg. "3/4 of one"

That run and tell Daddy line. The nastiest thing Michael says in the entire season, although we don't know that yet. And it strikes such a dissonant tone, even though we don't know why. I'm gonna put it down to things changing so much between shooting the pilot and the rest of the season.

Just my humble opinion but the shirt changing scene could've lasted longer. Just sayin'

Maths, lots and lots of maths

I love the glass SFX

Rosa!! "All our lives that kids been making eyes at you"

Oh Liz, such a good sister. Fixing up the memorial. And the braclets

Ah, sneaky Liz appears

Oh yeah can he keep a secret

Liz begging Max to tell her she isn't loosing her mind. Fuuuck.

Not cool Michael. Great control, but not cool.

Racist Hank, you douche bag

And Maria introduced as taking no shit from ANYONE.

Iz and her slideshow. I love that line.

Why is Iz so vehement that Michael would be so upset about telling Liz?

Max loosing it and Iz looking quite surprised. Forshadowing

yes, Iz no like about it. He is in love with her.

Ah Iz, Iz, Iz. "Too many secrets, things she can't ever know" you don't know the half of it.

Fall in love with someone else. - If I could have, I would have. Fuck, Max, I feel you on that one.

Jesus, how do all these guys make dark flannel look so hot?

Dance it out. i don't dance in this town anymore, Kyle...

Hot take, I know everyone is mad for Trevino's cheekbones, but honestly, they aren't my thing. But his eyes, gods, his eyes. He has the best eyes on the show. God that make me sound like a freak.

"whatever" with that tiny, tiny almost invisible smirk. Yeah, you think you're all that

He manages that whole distraction use me, use me speech without coming off as a total wanker. And that is pretty amazing.

The station promo/ad on my cable channel has a bit for Roswell - tag line: "Beam me up hotties." Too right.

Scientist Liz!!

Needs answers now.

Fuck you Jesse Manes

I hate you already.

No Kyle, don't do it. But thank fuck he doesn't just start talking,

Yeah, nah Max. That's not how it works. It's not ok if people are nice to you but shitty to everyone else.

Why should Michael like the world? it's been pretty shitty to him!?!

Liz with the serial killer joke, just with the wrong person!!

The pods are sorta cool.

They could've been so chessy.

Now we know why the three of them are so close. And just about the only real bit of exposition on the show.

But will you Liz? Will you keep the promise?

Secret Bunker No 1

"This matters to you, so I'm here". :heart:

Do what Michael, what could you possibly mean?

"Just like you did 10 yrs ago".......

What are you max? Just a guy from Roswell

In Max's favour, when he says he stayed in Roswell, and didn't follow Liz because of Iz and Michael, he doesn't sound resentful, which is sort of what you'd expect here. I like that.And Max going to the reunion for Iz. And Liz tagging along even though she's expecting a bad reception.

"i don't save people all the time. I never save people" But you saved Liz, And why is that Max?

OT re Trevino's eyes. It was that gif set of him laying on his stomach on his bed (?) with his doggo, looking up to the camera. That angle, OMG, his eyes....

And no verbal confirmation, just Liz realising exactly what Max said - that even though he's in a job where he'd be in contact with sick/dying people alot, he's never saved anyone before. Omph

Of course you remember the very first time you met, Max.

Little kid Max is sooo cute.

Ah you big sap, Max.

No kissing. An "Echo" of what he feels for Liz.

Nice choice of words there writers.

We see what you did there.

So far it's taken me 2 hrs to watch 50 mins

Fuck you again Jesse Manes

Swoon Kyle's eyes.

And we have Kyle's first exposure to the fact that the govt knows about aliens and did medical type stuff to them. Does this hover in the back of his mind from now on? is this the reason for the quick reaction to his fathers actions at Caufield.?

No he's fucking not cooking meth. Seriously, Alex, what the fuck?

Sorry Alex, not cool, not cool AT all.

I want to see the outakes of Tyler saying phenyl-2-propanone

Because I'm a bitch like that

Yeah, that so serious up close and personal for straight people....

And there is Alex's nastiest line - You're wasting your life. Gods, that is such a shit thing to say to Michael.

And re outtakes because Tyler would laugh and do that thing where he covers his mouth as he trys to stop himself giggling. That's soooo cute.

But anyway, back to the show...

Oh, he wants to hold something, Michael but it's not your hand...

Macho cowboy swagger.

Did it get old for you.

No it did not get fucking old for him. At all.

Michael walking away with arm around girl. Noting for those who say they didn't realise Michael was bi after watching the pilot. How?

How could you miss it?

You go Maria - dying alone of syphillis to bitch

Maybe Liz does still dance in Roswell!! She just needs a good reason.

And that song begins.

"You can't hide from who you are". Alex's prothesis as he looks at himeself skating in the slide show. Fucking killing us.

And it only gets worse-

I don't thnk that's an unpopular opinon at all. That's totally where I see his headspace. But that does result in him saying some nasty shit to Michael. And it's because we know it's not true that it hurts so much.

Fair warning it may take me half an hour to get through the next 2 mins of show!!

Long shot - "Nostalgia's a bitch"

Fuck, the way Michael looks at Alex as he's leaning against the door. People have started wars to have someone look at them like that. That's Greek epic shit right there.

Then cut shot to Max and Iz looking at Liz.

Alex expecting Michael to be gone from Roswell.

"Is that what you want" as Michael takes a step closer. Not "wanted", but "want".

"What I want doesn't matter" as they both slowly sway towards each other. Bullshit, Alex. What you want is ALL that matters. Fuck everything else.

Michael's eyes flicking up to Alex's face....

And Michael launches himself at Alex like a dying man.

God, how do you even describe that kiss?? Everything about it is just.......

But it's more than just the fire. Its the tenderness of Michael gently craddling Alexs' head even though the kiss is passionate and desperate.

Battery break

And then, back to reality - Iz knows that Max has told Liz.

And then Jess Fucking Manes (I fututus et mori in ignie cunne) (don't look that up it's very bad swearing) talking about being monsters who despise compassion and love. Projecting much.

"Thrive on our tragedy". Die MF Die

Despise Love over a visual of Michael and Alex. Die some more you MF

But you haven't told Liz everything have you Max. There's still some stuff you're hiding.

"When the truth hunts you down"

Yeah, that truth is going to hunt you down and fuck you up Max

My house just wobbled.

No, there isn't a secret that is safe.

And people will be caught in the crossfire - have already.

"What's lost will be found, when the truth hunts you down."

Well doesn't that one line sum up a ton of shit that goes down in the rest of the season.

And fin

3 hrs

That was not what I planned.

#roswell new mexico #Roswell Nm #roswellnm #liveblog

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eligrantbooks · 5 years

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gotta vent about my day real quick

highlights of the day

> be professional ghostwriter.

Agreed to edit a 25000 word segment of a finished manuscript for a much loved regular client, who said the MC’s dialogue needed to be punched up. Easy enough. I figured it would take a few hours.

Was briefly excited to discover the manuscript was for a concept I had outlined and written several chapters for a few months ago.

Excitement rapidly dwindles as I realize that beloved client has hired another ghostwriter to write the majority of the book. Which would be fine, except this other ghostwriter has no fucking idea what they are doing.

Formatting is a god damn disaster and I spend several hours just getting the document into a workable condition.

You ever open a word doc, look at the navigation pane, and just see a wall of blank links, because someone applied the header formatting somewhere and then just hit enter a million times instead of using a page break like a civilized god damn human being?

in the middle of this forest of blank headers, actual chapter titles are scattered at random, and also they only applied the header to roughly one out of every five chapters or so, you know, just, when they felt like it. when the spirit took them. when the stars aligned. when the feng shui was right.

Also, apparently they like the way first line indenting looks but don’t know how to make word do that (spoiler: its easy as shit and takes like two clicks) so every once in a while they start manually hitting tab before every line, until they get distracted and stop for a while, luring you into a false sense of security before they remember and start doing it again.

Sometimes, when a scene transitions but they dont want to just end the chapter for some reason, they break it up with spaces. Other times, they like to use asterisks. Once or twice, just for flavor, they throw in one of those page width lines that word makes when you type a line of hyphens.

There is random highlighting in places, for no discernible reason.

Once I have the document formatted in a way I can bear to work with, I start actually reading through it. About the first seven chapters were written by the client. They’re cheesy but solid.

Then I get to chapter eight, and the suspicions i had begun to form while putting the formatting through traction (namely that whoever did this was a fuckwit) quickly crystallized into a shining certainty that my beloved client had mistakenly hired An Ass Clown.

Not just An Ass Clown, but An Ass Clown who thought 50 Shades was a beautiful love story, actually.

And they gave This Ass Clown, this literary reprobate, this paste eating remedial english mother fucker, my outline.

let me clarify that i did not expect to have sole control of this story when i produced the outline for beloved client, and I was okay with that. That’s how it works. If I’d been dead set on writing this myself, i wouldn’t have sold the outilne to beloved client. but it really rubs salt in the wound to have spent hours of my life crafting the bones of this story, which i really liked and was excited to see take shape

and then find out it has been put into the pie fondling hands

of An Ass Clown.

first hint that something has gone drastically wrong: the arrival of completely unnecessary and ridiculous fantasy names for things.

“oh we dont drink coffee in this book. it’s kofee. at least until three chapters from now when i forget and it becomes kofe. Oh, and watch out for those thornaby bushes! I’m going to misspell that one literally every time I use it! It’s entirely possible that this isn’t a fantasy name at all and I just have a small seizure whenever I try to type the word thorn bush!”

second omen of my impending anuerism: phonetically written accents which are so comically stereotypical and inaccurate that native speakers of that accent should be entitled to financial compensation, except they can’t even stick to the stereotype accurately, producing gems such as “It’s not safe in that there pen with ‘em swine, young miss.” I don’t even know what accent that’s supposed to represent. To top it off these accent abominations are sprinkled in with all the consistency and reliability of a lactose intolerant cheese enthusiast’s bowel movements.

But this, I tell myself, moving on, is not my problem. I just need to punch up the mcs dialogue. It’ll be fine. I can do this. I just need to take this shit: “A fond idea, but I doubt I have that ability.” I joked. “I can’t imagine living without true sunshine. Even the triplet moons must shine less brightly without their sister sun.” and make it… not like that.

Except, and here’s where I start hitting the real roadblock guys

this book is in first person.

essentially, the entire novel is the MC talking.

So sure I can change the spoken lines, but her internal monologue

which is, i remind you, the entire narrative

her internal monologue is going to keep being maggie gyllenhal’s character from The Secretary if her copy of the script had been swapped with just a binder full of sonnets written by a middle school english class during the Shakespeare unit.

I get to chapter ten around three in the afternoon. I have been working steadily, with an unusual degree of focus thanks to my recent adderal prescription, since ten in the morning.

this is where shit begins to go truly bananas.

this is a YA beauty and the beast type fantasy

that good fun indulgent shit that’s almost as enjoyable to write as it is to read

usually. previously. before i had to endure this traumatic twelve hour experience.

Chapter ten is the first big “dinner” scene. this book isn’t being shy about pulling from the source material, but that’s fine. the beast “apologizes” (heavy quotes there) for having earlier used magic to force the heroine to answer his questions truthfully. They talk and almost seem to making progress for a bit, and then have a fight and storm off. Standard stuff.

Except, uh, the beast’s apology is, essentially “Yeah I shouldn’t have done that.” “so you’re apologizing?” “no but it’s the best you’re going to get so deal with it.”

and the headstrong, independent heroine who wears pants and wrestles pigs and dont need no man

just kinda rolls with this. There’s giggling.

They have their big dramatic fight, exit stage left, much angst and todo.

The next morning heroine wakes up to find the beast has (presumably) snuck into her room while she was sleeping and dumped a bunch of new dresses on her. he has also (apparently) replaced her brain with Bella Swan’s more vapid cousin.

She forgives him instantly. Because pretty dresses. She also starts calling him master, because why not. She has, over night, become the darling submissive Tumblr doms dream of.

This is not a bdsm book. I am eighty percent certain it doesn’t even include soft core smut. I’m telling you this so that you understand this transformation was not a contrivance in order to facilitate kinky sex. I have written a contrived set up to a sex scene or two in my day. This is not that. This is Not what is in the outline. I know, because i wrote the outline. It is My Outline.

No, The Ass Clown just… decided to do this. Apropos of nothing. I’m beginning to think the Ass Clown’s decision making process involves whipping pies at a comically large dartboard. And all the options on the dartboard are just “lol whatever”

By the time I get to chapter eleven, wherein our newly lobotomized heroine is “excited to wear a new frock and please the master!” - direct quote I have given up any pretense of editing dialogue and I am just straight up rewriting shit using the previous garbage as a loose outline.

I have eaten, maybe, three bites of a bowl of oatmeal all day. I have not taken a bathroom break since before noon. I have missed my deadline. Beloved client is concerned. I’m sure I can still do this, I just need a few more hours.

the words sound like truth but my soul knows i am a liar

I frantically restructure scene after scene, deceiving myself each time that it will be the last, and I will be able to get this crazy train back on the rails. But this crazy train has no interest in being on the rails. It’s a direct line no stops right off the edge of the cliffs of insanity.

The beast jumps unpredictably from homicidal rage and threats of violence to jokes and flirting as though he did not just declare her his property and threaten to rip her tongue out a few paragraphs ago. Heroine swoons and sighs and giggles regardless of whether she is dealing with Dr.Jekyll or Christian Gray on PCP.

But I’m still sure I can do this. I’ll just adjust these two full chapters to make her appropriately scared and angry, and then replace this weird conversation here with a heartfelt apology from him and an effort to do better. That will totally work. Unless, you know, it turns out that conversation I want to replace only starts out with them joking and laughing together, and turns into him berating and abusing her mid paragraph of a fuckin montage a page later! But, haha! Why would The Ass Clown ever do that? It would be completely irrational, tonally jarring and out of character! Only a seltzer slinging rainbow suspender-ed peanut butter fumbling son of six fucks would do that.

so of course The Ass Clown did that.

It’s eleven at night. I know when I’m beaten.

I inform beloved client that the Ass Clown has bested me and I can do no more.

She is very understanding.

I send her what I managed and I check the added word count while im at it

i added a full 6,000 words to that manuscript just trying to patch up this sloppy motherfucker’s lopsided prose and gossamer thin understanding of narrative structure

son of a bitch had about as firm a grasp of romance as i currently have on the trembling shreds of my sanity.

their grip on character writing could not be more tenuous if they had first dipped the target brand Hulk Hands which I assume they always have on their person into a barrel of adult-film-grade silicon lubricant and then taken their Leapfrog 2-in-1 Leaptop Touch down a waterslide.

Do you know how much I usually make for 6000 words?

$180.

Do you know how much I made for enduring this ass blasting, which I naively believed I could tackle in a matter of hours?

$100.

You owe me $80 Ass Clown. And I aim to collect.

Also I lost my damn mind for a minute and said the words "i dont know shit about fuck my guy” to my actual father on facebook

so there’s that.

#reposting from my rp blog #i need to get better about not using it as a personal

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francel · 7 years

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rambling;

i have nothing good to post, so i thought it might be fun to compile some answers to various ffxiv- and rp-related memes and questionnaires i’ve done on my private accounts! please enjoy my screaming.

8. Is there a character that embodies your good traits, or traits you wish you had? Several characters? Which ones and what traits?

i wish i was handsome and suave like all my characters thanks

13. What’s something you’ve never thought about your character?

a certain someone recently decided to remind me that francel's house has no bathroom... and i had honestly never considered, in two whole years of playing him, where he goes to pee?

"do you mean poop" francel is a delicate maiden i will not consider this

(we figure there’s probably an outhouse... somewhere...)

3. What’s something that surprises you about your canon?

Wiltswys: You think me cold? Well, fie on what you think! I wanted something better than tilling salty fields and spilling small fry out the nets, and occasionally taking a passing sailor into my bed for more o' the same!

LISTEN THIS IS THE MOST VULGAR LINE IN THE GAME I SWEAR TO GOD

i have done this quest at least... 4 or 5 times now and it never fails to make me scream. and every time i do it i have to zoom in on her and look at her face because she is a really cute roe girl, so i wonder what her taste in sailors is...

19. Give me an appearance-related headcanon of your choice.

LAUGHS OK hmm what have i never said before...

i have definitely mentioned that i don’t think francel likes his appearance very much — he especially wishes he had lighter-colored eyes like stephanivien and aurvael...

i personally want to think that chlodebaimt looked very different from francel BUT, although i have never datamined the necrose knight (i really should), a friend of mine took screenshots and his eyes at least look like francel's eyes

...but they might very well have just used a generic house haillenarte knight model for that, so who knows what chlodebaimt looked like?

i also like to think that baurendouin (francel's father) persists in the belief that his youngest son will do great things because he at least superficially resembles driancoin de haillenarte (the haillenarte founder you see in the haldrath flashback scene). i mean, i doubt portraits of driancoin survived or anything, given the nondescript statues of thordan's knights, but i’m sure comments about him did?

"he was fair of face and fair of hair" idfk some shit like that

5. What do you hate about your canon?

i am always, ALWAYS so tired of hearing people complain about how “no one ever” treats the wol like they’re “a normal person” ah, yes no one no one ever has treated you nicely never mind the fact that people regularly apologize for turning to you in their hours of need, and for asking you to kill things, and you usually just dismiss their applogy no one!!! has ever!! been nice!! to the wol!! i know the entire arc of my francel writing career has been bitching about similar things but at least i find new ways to do it

ok wait i have to vent more about how people still persist in the NO ONE WAS NICE TO THE WOL BUT HAURCHEFAAANT!!!!! delusion like tataru fucking made you clothes recently IS THAT NOT THE ULTIMATE EXPRESSION OF LOVE? YOU'VE FINALLY BEEN REWARDED WITH SOMETHING PHYSICAL AND TANGIBLE!! STOP COMPLAINING ABOUT HOW YOU DON’T HAVE FRIENDS!!

24. What’s a song that reminds you of your character?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1B7VKiJhU_s “Dear Jack,” by Jack’s Mannequin.

lately, i’ve been listening to this... i don't like every part of this song, but lyrically, it is such a perfect francel song

dear jack, i write you as a friend dear jack, i write for fear the end is coming soon to you it's not so clear it's clear to me it's clear as glass

dear jack, wherever you are, hold tight wherever he is, shine light right there be strong i dare

i had songs for you i had all your music written out the words came when i heard you screaming i had plans for you until the plans fell through now there is no turning back, my dear jack

11. Something you like to look at.

i have complicated feelings about haurchefant these days, but sometimes i go and look at this mug and cry about his handwriting

like from a lore perspective i know he can't be writing in english because they write in eorzean but until then, my friend...

14. When writing for specific characters, is there anything you have to do to get in the specific mindset?

yes! but it depends on the character. for ramza... i either read shakespeare (for real — i have lifted quotes wholesale from hamlet and the tempest) and/or listen to "rather be" by clean bandit? seriously, that is my most strong ramza association... which is weird because the song and the game are like 20 years apart? or i listen to the FFT ost...

for francel i have a whole playlist, but most importantly i either go on twitter and look at wolchefant fanart or read bad wolchefant fanfic on ao3... (don’t judge me; it keeps the bitterness alive)

18. Is there anything you really wish you could do that you feel is outside your current ability? A concept that you wish you could pull off but are uncertain about?

UMMM... hmmmmmmm...

i dont know... i don’t really think any plots are outside of my current ability, but i admire my friends for being so consistent and on the ball with their dignified prose? i can be dignified too, but at some point i'll crash and start writing intensely silly tags

i would like to do more plots where francel is a badass for whatever reason, but that’s just wish fulfillment

17. Which character is the easiest to write? Why do you think that is?

francel is the easiest to write because he has the ugliest emotions

ramza is the hardest because he is always so virtuous

everyone else has varying levels of self control, but with francel i can usually succumb to base impulse reactions. i like his unguarded nature...

6. When writing a character, do you find it easier to work on their external or internal ticks first? oh, internal, definitely. i think my tags suffer from the fact that i often don’t describe what my characters are doing or what is around them? just... just assume on my behalf lmao.... so IF FRANCEL IS CAUGHT UP IN INTERNAL TL;DR there's a 90% chance he's doing that kicked-puppy stare at the floor

5. Has fandom ever ruined a pairing for you? XIV, hard mode: no Haurchefant/WoL.

LMAO THAT HARD MODE...

xiv's fandom has rarely "ruined" pairings for me, as in "i liked them before but i hate them now solely because of fandom"... that said, i think i kind of liked the idea of zephirin and aymeric as a rivalry ship, but i hate when fandom takes the "oMG ZEPH RAPED AYMERIC WHEN HE WAS HELD CAPTIVE" route...

i think this perception of zephirin as this horrible awful evil man comes from the fact that the information on the ward happened after the game was released, so... in the span of time between "zephirin killed haurchefant" and "wait actually zephirin is a virtuous man," people formed their opinions, you know?

but it's still really annoying, and to some degree the misconception persists...

i was also okay with guydelot and sanson at first, but i’m a little annoyed by them now, too... it’s not for any particular reason — i just think the fandom is annoying in the "THEY'RE SOOO MARRIED!! EVEN THE OTHER QUEST NPCS SAY THEY'RE LIKE A MARRIED COUPLE!! THEY’RE SO CANON!!!" way and i’m like Please Shut Up. that said, i guess it’s mostly jealousy because none of my pairings are ever canon, but whatever...

so i guess i'm going with zephirin/aymeric, guydelot/sanson... and oh btw like. urianger/moenbryda to a degree? i remember when the wind-up moenbryda item came out and the english item description was like "you don't want to know what urianger did to this" or something like that, like, i just took it as — like urianger probably dressed it up in a little maid outfit and had it serve him tea or something equally otaku-like?

but the entire fandom was like OMG HE JERKED OFF TO IT OR USED IT AS A SEX DOLL OR SOMETHING and i was like ... okay. like if that's how you're determined to see it, fine, but fandom always takes the worst possible interpretation of something i swear to god

13. Unpopular opinion about XXX character?

LAUGHS WELL I GUESS MY USUAL TIRADE: i don't think of haurchefant as the perfect cinnamon roll angel and actually he annoys me a little...

my friend just finished running coerthas quests on her balmung alt and like... even she commented on how brusque and condescending he seems to francel? and she has no reason to be tainted by my perception of him, it's just... it’s just that he is brusque and condescending.

back when i liked haurchefant/francel, i told myself that it was just how he acted in the heat of the moment and i was sure he was gentler later... but now we’ve seen so much of haurchefant that from the way he treats francel it really feels more to me like francel was just a friend of convenience. i don’t know. i’m bitter. maybe i’m just bitter because it’s easier to cope that way.

14. Unpopular opinion about your fandom?

um... well, i think everyone in the ffxiv fandom also agrees that the fandom is annoying...

something i sometimes worry about, but which is not exclusive to ffxiv, is like... people who rp wind up with such a different impression of things than people who just play the game?

i'm not judging either side on this but... i have rp friends, and i observe the rp community on tumblr/balmung, and i also have friends that are just gamers? and you know, like. sometimes rpers get carried away and invent all these narratives, like i know some tumblr rpers had a bunch of "plots" where a murder mystery happened in ishgard and it was all full of like noble OCs and intrigue or something?

but my gamer friends will sometimes be like, “ishgard is so boring.” so they... see it differently? you wind up viewing the game differently based on what you do in it.

there's also the divide between the english version of the game and the rest of the world, which i bitch about a lot but

just as an example, in english the nobles of ishgard are kind of broadly characterized as being unintelligent and shallow and foppish, whereas the other versions of the game really take a much more neutral approach?

or well i can really only speak for the japanese, but in general the german and french versions of the game are loyal to the japanese, however, 2.0 content was often based on the english...

so, for example, 2.0 content was EN->FR, but ever since 3.0 most of the patches have been JP->EN/DE/FR

however, the EN version continues to make changes, whereas DE and FR don't really change many things!

so i worry a lot about the different perceptions people have of the game, and what that means, like, when i write fanfic...

does my interpretation of coerthas align with other peoples' interpretations of coerthas? probably not. that’s something that’s deeply distressing, as a writer and as someone who prefers to have control, but i don’t know...

17. Instead of XYZ happening, I would have made ABC happen...

STARES INTO THE VOID it's it's too late for any of this

2 years ago i would have told you without hesitation that i wanted haurchefant to be alive and for him and francel to have eloped together, but now i just...

i've learned to play with the cards i've been dealt

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zapresshawn-blog · 6 years

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gerardo, the one who considers himself “that bitch”

“stop calling yourself ‘that bitch.’ you’re not nicki minaj. you’re not cardi b. dude, you’re just ‘a bitch.’’

these are words that came out of my mouth during what i’m guessing will be the last date between gerardo and i.

this isn’t a flashback story. gerardo is was the most current guy i considered myself “talking to.” yes, i was also texting another guy. i move fast. i’ll get there.

like all great gay relationships, we met on tinder. it’s a little classier than grindr so i’m cool with it. i wish i could go back and screenshot some of the cute first messages we exchanged but i’ve been blocked. unlike instagram and twitter, i’m unable to create a fake account to gather this information.

we met at hache la, a cute little hamburger joint in silver lake. i wasn’t sure what to expect so a dinner date seemed safe. i could stuff my face and bounce if necessary. i’m not going to lie, after dinner i still wasn’t sure what to think but he was cute enough to invite to one of the music venues i work at for a show. we drank a little, watched a few bands, and spent over an hour making out in my car outside of his parents house. the definition of romantic.

things kind of picked up quickly after that. we hung out twice that week including another show + a night of real housewives of atlanta and cuddling. me knowing myself and that cuddling always (well 69% of the time) leads to sex, i decided it was best to get tested for STDs. i like to make sure i’m not carrying any past mistakes into new relationships. i’m responsible like that. results came back decemeber 6th, negative. duh.

the next week included another show + another night of real housewives of atlanta and cuddling. this was becoming a tradition in my eyes. it doesn’t take much to win me over. reality television and shitty food hit the spot.

however, the excitement of a new relationship started to wear off one saturday night he decided to ignore a text. let me paint the picture. i had spent the evening at a party in the hollywood hills and texted him around 11:30pm because for some reason this “hollywood party” that i had been looking so forward to ended very early. he responded that he was at my favorite gay bar in downtown with his friend kevin and cindy. me being me, i sent, “thanks for the invite.” i’m cute like that. did he respond? nope. however, he did find the time to follow a guy on instagram and like a couple of his pictures. i tried to stay calm. i told myself, “he’s out. he will text me in like 30 minutes. nbd.” time passed, nothing. i called friends looking for someone to put my mind at ease but nothing was working. it’s literally impossible to get me out of my head once i fall in a hole. so me being shameless, i sent a text calling him out for ignoring me with the receipts to prove he had been on his phone. he magically responded to this immediately but the damage had been done. i was mad and there was nothing he could have said that night to make me feel better. i needed to vent. he stopped responding which, looking back, was definitely the best decision.

i wasn’t mad that he had followed a new gay on instagram that also happened to live in los angeles and definitely looked like someone you would meet on a dating app. no. i was just upset about being ignored.

the next day he finally responded in the morning saying, “the guy was someone in the bar that MADE him and his friends follow him on instagram.” queue stalker zack. before responding to gerardo i went to this guy’s instagram to see if in fact cindy and kevin had followed him as well. they hadn’t but a guy by the name of garconfilm on instagram who had also been recently followed by gerardo had followed him right after gerardo. this told me that 1. i probably wasn’t invited to precinct because he was with this guy and didn’t want me to know. 2. i can’t 100% trust gerardo because, while i never found cindy’s instagram, i know kevin is active and should have followed this guy as well.

i could have went off and accused him of lying. trust me, i wanted to but i was tired and honestly over it the next day. the guy wasn’t cute and i told myself, “if he chooses this loser over me then so be it. i’m better then that anyways.” stay humble.

by this point, i was off apps. i wasn’t seeking out any other guys. i wanted to give gerardo a true chance.

it’s crazy how being ignored once can change all of that. i started to truly think about what he was bringing to the table. he is 22, works at two restaurants downtown, lives at home with his family, wants to be a comedian, calls himself that bitch, and takes like 5 years to respond to texts. there’s nothing wrong with anything stated in that sentence but is it what i’m looking for in a partner? not really. i’m 27, i work full time for two music venues downtown, i consider myself a nice guy, i have my own space, and if i don’t respond within 30 minutes then i’m dead.

so i said yes when oscar, a guy i went out with a few times this past summer, asked to hang out. he was a guy that i already knew, who i found attractive, who was responding to all of my texts immediately, and was the one asking me out instead of me having to make all the plans. it was the complete opposite of everything gerardo was doing.

it felt harmless to me. well it started harmless. i can’t lie. i held his hand during the movie and we may have kissed after he walked me to my car. if that makes me a horrible person then i accept i’m a horrible person.

would i have been hurt if gerardo would have done the same thing? absolutely. it’s not that i didn’t feel bad after because i did. i just knew that i was at a place where i needed to talk with gerardo about what we really needed out of a relationship and that was my plan. i mean, we had been planning on hanging out the next night. what could possibly go wrong in less than 24 hours?

don’t ask questions you don’t want answers to.

we were planning another night of real housewives and cuddling. i was planning on hitting him with la la land. remember, it’s our tradition and all i want is someone to tap with at the griffith observatory.

after waking up to a cute text and a confirmation for that night, gerardo sent me a text informing me that he will now be going to dinner with his friends cindy and ashley at 5:30pm.

look, i would never ask someone to ditch their friends for me but our plans were for 9:30-10pm because i had my work holiday party that night. needless to say, i was not happy about this at all. he called me. i tried to make sense of the situation but came across as needy. in my mind, he could easily make both of these plans work. when i brought the timeline to his attention he literally said, “let me ask my friends if i can.” as if his friends suddenly became the people who dictate his life. like bitch, did cindy give birth to you also? i was hurt. he hung up. i had a horrible time at the holiday party. he texted me after and invited me to his friends house and i made the mistake of going.

i got to the loft where ashley lived in downtown. i was greeted outside by gerardo as i’m finishing a cigarette. it’s clear that i would rather be anywhere else in los angeles but that i’m trying to be a good sport and make this work because i do care about this guy. i was immediately shocked the second i walk into the loft and saw that it’s not only gerardo, cindy, and ashley but also ashley’s (i’m guessing) 2 year old son running around as they smoke and take shots of gin.

i think kids are awesome. i used to hate them and get creeped out but as i get older, i do see myself as a father one day. this does not mean that i want a kid running around as i’m taking shots but not my child, not my problem. as the great whitney houston once sang, “i believe the children are our future, teach them well and let them lead the way.” ashley obviously had the right idea.

i figured that gerardo had probably said rude shit about our conversation earlier on the phone so i was in damage control mode. i hate when i feel like people don’t like me. especially if they’ve never actually met me before.

gerardo doesn’t smoke so when ashley and cindy went outside i decided this was my opportunity to impress them. wrong. they barely acknowledged i was outside with them. their conversation was so “inside” that it was impossible for me to jump in. it was then that i decided there was nothing i could do and i wanted to leave. i know everyone in that room could feel the irritation radiating off of me and i didn’t care. there was so much shit going on in that apartment that i didn’t care for and i just wanted to go home. after almost 2 hours, gerardo asked if i was ready. i said, “yes.”

this is the beginning of our first argument. i did everything but run out of that loft but i could tell gerardo was dragging his feet. i knew he wanted to stay with his friends. why? idk, ask jesus. but deep down i knew. so i said, “you don’t have to come with me if you don’t want to.” he responded, “i know i don’t. i would have been completely fine if i hadn’t seen you tonight but now you’re here and i’m going with you.”

there’s something about that statement that just didn’t sit right with me. we’re talking about the guy i’m trying to actually date saying he would be ok if he didn’t see me. i mean, not to be dramatic, but i was getting very heavy, “fuck our plans, fuck you, fuck whatever this relationship is” vibes from him at that moment.

the way i think about it ... we are in our first month. we should be excited to see each other.

friends and being busy isn’t an excuse with me. i work a full time job monday through friday, i work at a coffee shop on saturdays, i go to shows / events every night, i hang out with my friends, and i date. don’t come at me with the “i’m busy” line.

i’m not going to lie and say i never thought about his age but this was definitely a moment i was reminded that he was 5 years younger. when we got back to my place he started saying the dumbest shit to prove that he was “that bitch” and a “bad guy.” i think the gin shots had definitely hit him by this point.

some of his best lines included, “i hate homeless people. i wish they would all die.” and “i can’t stand asians. they annoy me.” remember this guy wants to be a comedian so i was waiting for the punchline. unfortunately, there wasn’t one. he was just being a dick.

i was sleepy and completely over it by this point but that doesn’t mean i wasn’t still horny. you see, gerardo had a not so secret weapon over me. his ass. he may be short and a little more skinny than i usually like my guys but damn, that ass tho. so we played around. he shared with me that night that he had only had sex with one person but “sucks dick all the time.” well the self proclaimed dick sucking pro ended up hitting my penis with his teeth that night so things quickly came to a halt.

the next morning i woke up with discharge and the thought in the back of my mind that this relationship may not be healthy for me. so i called the lgbt center and made plans with oscar to hang out again on thursday. flashback to earlier in this post where i shared my STD results. negative. meaning that in the two weeks since i had been tested, gerardo would have had to have messed with another guy. he was the only one sucking my dick. i shared the fun news with him and he took it very well. i also shared a story with him about another guy i was talking to earlier in the year. i swore he gave me an STD and that all the symptoms were present. i was treated before i got my results back saying that i was negative. my body is weird. so did gerardo give me something. i’m still not sure. i was only tested a few hours ago but i’ll keep you in the loop.

anyways, all of this leads to wednesday night (december 20, 2017). gerardo was supposed to come over to my house for movie after i finished grabbing drinks with my old roommate, lindsey. he was an hour and a half late due to being called into work. when he arrived i felt he was acting a little standoffish. he downed a bottle of wine as we watched drop dead gorgeous, one of my favorite movies. he finally came to cuddle with me on the couch when the 2 hour movie had finished but fell asleep soon after and started mumbling shit that didn’t make any sense. i suggested it was time for bed.

i honestly don’t remember what started the argument. i too had been drinking and was half asleep. things escalated fast. *insert quote from beginning of this post* + me throwing in his face that i was going to be seeing oscar the next night.

i really don’t know how to keep my mouth shut. it’s a problem.

i wanted to punch this guy, cuddle him, kick him out, and kiss him all at the same time. i was completely over his bullshit but also didn’t want him to go. it doesn’t make any sense but i believe we’ve all been there before.

we fought for a long time. both of us interrupting the other. it was going nowhere.

i don’t blame gerardo for being upset. i lost his trust by admitting that i had spent time with oscar. although it was innocent, i had just used it against him.

i tried to explain that i didn’t feel like our relationship was strong enough yet for me to swerve other guys. i tried to explain that maybe he isn’t able to give me the attention i need because he is always so consumed in himself. i know that sounds like a dig but it’s not. he is and will admit it. he isn’t in a position to put someone else’s feelings before his own. at least not mine. while i’m over here bending over backwards to just get a text back from him during the day.

as much as it sucks, we were at two different points in the relationship. he didn’t like dealing with my emotions. there’s a lot. i definitely require someone with patience but i feel like there has to be someone out there who feels as much as i do.

he unfollowed me on everything and i’m sure deleted my number but i do wish him the best. i hope he either keeps it strictly casual with future partners or finds a guy who is able to steal his attention away from his friends. accomplish what i was not able to.

the lesson i learn from this story is, if a guy refers to himself as a bitch, believe it and go find something better for yourself.

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steamy-cup-of-doom · 7 years

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Anger rant

Alright, whos ready for some angry fucking sibling rants? I hope you said me me, because thats what you get As a preface i need to say that my father is black, my mother white, and that both of my sisters are full blooded relatives of mine. As ive grown, ive grown more and more disappointed with who my eldest sister actually is. As the youngest of three, with two older sisters, i was was always impressed, and have a point of view many of my peers do not. My second eldest sister has always been pretty transparent as to who she is. Of course, over time, i got to know her better, and knew different sides of her. And i thought the same was true of my eldest sister as well, but that was not the case. When i was young, my eldest sister, lets call her Jen, was like a shining beacon of unity and equality, an unshakable landmark of justice in a sea of discrimination. And then, the cracks in the cement at the base of her pedestal began to form oneday in a conversation about Star Trek: The Next Generation. Apparently, there is an episode whose purpose was social commentary on the patriarchal society that has somehow managed to persist to the day, in which the crew stumbles upon a planet which is gorverned by a matriarchy. And there were things said like, “Youre smart-for a man.” or “men cant do __ thats a womans job.”which i am fine with, and have even enjoyed in other forms or series. But, what caused the crumbling of my awe at jens righteous glory, was that one day, she was talking of this episode with her friends. She said, and i quote, “I would fucking love that shit. I would be at the front of the line, and id give it to all of them as bad as we get it.” and i was crushed. I was so shocked, i was actually numb, and i didnt even really feel the weight of it on me for a couple hours. And one reason why this hurt me was that she wasnt joking. She said this with sincerity in her eyes. And thats wrong. I strongly believe that if you would agree with jen, then, well, you are part of the cancerous growth on the side of feminism wwhich i like to refer to as ‘Extremists,’ and you are part of the reason that so many people hate feminism. No one who speaks as an advocate for civil rights or equality in any form or fashion should ever, EVER advocate the oppression of another group because of what has befallen them. Martin Luther King Jr. wouldnt have taken a million dollars if he would have turn a firehose on a group of innocent white people, nor would he have used the term “cracker” lightly, or at all, unless expressing his dissatisfaction at the actual term. Jens true fall from grace, however, hasnt stopped. No, it continues with her hitting another branch on the tree of hypocrisy every time she hurls the phrase “Little/white boy” like the most putrid of insults that would poison her and cause her grievous bodily harm if it remained in her mouth, Or everytime she brags about being sustained on white tears, or discredits someones complaint or hardship because theyre a “white bitch” or a “white asshole.” Now, jokes are one thing. i ve been known to, albeit ironically, take part in a joke much like this. But to state and present that as your own honest to god opinion to others is something quite different. And now, on to the straw that broke the camels back, the thing that sparked this in the first place. Tonight, while frantically working on a project that is a hefty portion of my grade in essentially three of my classes, i was beginning to stress out a bit, as its due tomorrow. After about an hour of ripping my fucking hair out, i realise that the little tablet computer i was working on didnt have a goddamn word program on it, which i would need to reformat and correct the resume and references copies for my project. At this point i was quite annoyed, and fairly snappy, despite my best efforts. So, when asking jen if i could use her laptop to finish up, my mother decided it was best if she were to call down to jen in her room in the basemant as opposed to me. “Nope” came as the simple reply to my request. When she was asked whyshe would not let me, she said “i dont wanna.” so. I proceeded to attempt to boot up our old desktop computer with the 1997 copy of microsoft word and a windows vista operating system which was the same model as optimus primes great fucking grandfather, to finish this. In literally over an hour i managed to go in and capitalize an s. That is all. Needless to say, i was at my wits end. I couldnt speak in coherent complete sentences, i was actually shaking, and i took several breaks to go out side and break wooden object over my knee. Now, it wasnt the fact that i needed to get my assignment done that had me so bothered, but the fact that upon seeing her brother in such an exasperated state that i was borderline non-functional, and, naturally, pretty goddamn short with people, her first instinct wasnt to agree to help me, but to get angry, refuse again, and continually say how she was in the middle of doing things, and, on top of that, just didnt want me to use her computer.now, i might be in the minority here, but if i were to see my sibling that i had known for 18 years, and never once in all that time seen him lose a handle on his temper after the age of about six so frustrated that he has to visibly physically struggle to keep his anger in line and fail a few times, my first natural inclination is to help them in whatever way i could. The best part of this situation is that it took me maybe a bit more than five minutes on her computer. Anyway, thats it for my venting this time. Im not correcting typos because i just dont care enough, but yes, i see them.

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