#i got bored of my other queue name

[benedictscanvas]

pretty boy, pretty girl - jamie tartt x reader

pairing: jamie tartt x fem!reader

word count: 2.1k

a/n: okay yes. it has been six months. which is actually mad to me, but there we are - whoops! i've been off following my dream and wrote this while procrastinating an assignment, so this is by no means a return!! honestly i was just itching to write it, but i don't know how much time i have for more - enjoy nevertheless <3

warnings: just a little bit of suggestion towards the end, reader is referred to as 'pretty girl' as the title implies amongst other pet names, quite a lot of swearing (some things don't change)

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“Hi love.”

Jamie barely murmurs it as he walks past you, can’t help himself but to drag a palm along your back, one shoulder blade to the other, as he goes. 

He knows he’s bold sometimes, but he swears it’s instinct. He glances back to see whether your expression holds any discomfort, but all he finds is your grin, a tiny wave. He continues on his path towards the canteen, knowing that your corridor conversation with Rebecca is probably important.

Somewhere between here and there, he decides to get your lunch, your usual, and sits alone on a table until you appear.

You do, three and a half minutes later. As soon as he sees you, the irrepressible urge to make you grin again is back with a vengeance. He waves you over to his table with a gesture to the food he’s got for you and- there it is again.

If he was a slightly smarter man, maybe he’d consider why all it took was the sight of him to draw your lips upwards, set your eyes alight.

“Thought I’d save y’ from the queue,” he speaks, still soft, in a tone he feels he only uses with you. You match his unnecessary low volume.

“Thanks, angel,” you say easily, and you must not see his stomach doing flips, “Too good to me, you are.”

“Shut up,” he deflects, wonders if you can see him fluster at your nickname for him, “Are you still coming tonight?”

You groan. He frowns, and you quickly correct.

“Sorry. It’ll be fun.”

“Yeah, you sound proper convinced, an’ all.”

You chuckle, taking a bite out of your sandwich and taking a pause to chew. Jamie eats too, content to let you think before you speak. It was slowly teaching him to do the same.

“I’m just boring, Jamie. My favourite people are all under this roof, but usually they’re sober, you know?”

He often forgets you don’t really drink. Your friendship (however sour that word feels in relation to you) usually confined to these halls, to the pitch, to various football stadiums up and down the country. When they all get a chance to let loose, you’re very quick with the excuses, but he’s believed them blindly until this moment.

“Shit, y’ don’t drink, right? I can’t imagine that’s much fun in a club. I won’t tell anyone if you happen to come down with an illness or somethin’ this afternoon.”

You’re grinning at him again, all bright and sunny. It’s downright infectious, so Jamie nudges your foot with his on purpose and then apologises like it’s an accident.

“You’re alright,” you reassure, “I will join tonight. Even if it just proves to myself I’m not missing out on anything. Maybe Colin’s not as bad a drunk as I’ve been led to believe.”

Jamie winces.

“No, he is pretty bad,” he admits and then finally comes up with something to make you more comfortable, “Hey, what about this? I won’t drink either and we can spend the evening laughin’ at everyone else.”

You poke his hand and he tries not to drop his crisp packet.

“It’s everyone’s ‘relax and recharge’ night, Ted said. We both know you relax much easier with a few drinks in you. And I’d never judge anyone for that, I really hope it doesn’t come across like I’m judging any-“

“It doesn’t, sweetness,” he cuts in, “But actually, I’ll relax better if I’m one hundred percent positive that you’re relaxing too. What better way than judgin’ everyone else, together like?”

You purse your lips thoughtfully, mid-chew. He feels like he’s holding his breath, like he’s underwater and you’re in charge of the oxygen tank.

“Well, see how you feel when we’re there. It sounds lovely but only if you’re still up for it when we’re right next to a bar,” you say, still unconvinced. He wants to convince you fully, but he can’t decide if he should argue with you or kiss you silly before you speak again, “Hey, if not, I’ll buy you a drink?”

“Pretty sure that’s my line, love.”

“I said it, I meant it. Girls can buy drinks for pretty boys, you know.”

He thinks you might have removed his oxygen tank now. There’s some cruelty in that sentence but you don’t know you’re wielding it. He wills himself to flirt back even though it’ll only make him feel sick.

“Okay, pretty girl. One passionfruit J2O, please.”

Another grin. He’s so fucking fucked.

---

He’s been waiting for you for around forty minutes. He doesn’t know if that’s the normal amount of time you take to get ready, even if he wishes he knew, so he just waits, leaning against his car.

After fifty, he decides there’s no harm in just checking you’re alright and haven’t slipped on a sparkly floor that an evening cleaner has done a number on.

You mentioned going to the kit room to get changed, and he meets Will on his way there.

“Hey mate, you seen Y/N?”

Will looks paler than he’s ever been. Guilty. Jamie narrows his eyes and waits.

“Kit room.”

It’s all that Will says. When Jamie doesn’t walk off immediately, still waiting for an explanation for Will’s strange demeanour, Will turns around and legs it all the way down the corridor, turns left at the end and never returns.

Jamie shakes his head and continues in the direction of the kit room. The closer he gets, the more he hears. Muffled banging, shouting. He picks up the pace.

“Y/N? Love?”

“Jamie! Jamie, in here!”

Your voice floats out from the kit room and he hurries over. Still very confused, Jamie turns the door handle and finds the door won’t budge, however hard he shoves his shoulder against it.

“It’s locked, babe. Did you lock it?”

He hears your exasperated sigh and feels a little embarrassed.

“No I didn’t bleeding lock it! Well, I did, when I was getting changed, but then when I unlocked it my side it had been locked from the outside.”

Jamie struggled to put the dots together. Had Will locked you in? Judging by the running, he had… and he’d done it on purpose. A spark of anger shot down Jamie’s spine but he tried to convince himself there must be a reason.

Before he could, there was a hand on his on the door, pulling him away. It was being unlocked by another hand and then he was being shoved inside, hard enough to stumble against one of the benches. A piece of paper was thrown at his face and Jamie groaned as he heard the lock click back in place.

“What the fuck?” he muttered as he stood up fully, more dazed than angry now as he stared at the locked door.

“Jesus, Jamie, are you alright? Who the fuck was that?”

“I dunno,” he says, staring at the door as if it might have answers. Your hand on his face wakes him up, his eyes shifting to yours where you look him over with concern.

“You’re alright, though?”

You ask it like you need the answer, and Jamie needs you to stop trailing a finger along his hairline either way.

“Fine, love,” he assures you, patting the juncture between your shoulder and neck gently until your hands drop to your sides. Then he raises his voice, and he’s not really talking to you anymore, “Whoever’s locked us in here as some kind of joke won’t be fuckin’ alright though!”

No answer. He picks up the small piece of paper from the floor and reads it in his head.

Tell her, you prick.

He’s actually going to hit Roy with his car. Lightly, definitely not enough to damage him, but enough to really, really piss him off.

This was all some ridiculous attempt to make him tell you how he felt about you? Absolutely not. Never. He wouldn’t be coerced into something so delicate, so important.

“What’s it say?”

You’re peering over the top of the paper, but he folds it in two before you can read anything. His chuckle comes out strained.

“It says: Get fucking pranked. Must be Roy, he’s probably scared Will into helpin’ him, the fucker. I’m afraid it’s payback for putting all his socks on the ceiling last week, babe, an’ you’ve been caught in the middle.”

You pause, staring at your shoes. For some reason, you look far more forlorn than the situation calls for, but it’s gone before he can think about it further.

“On the ceiling?”

He nods and you giggle. It’s only as you step away from him in your laughter that he realises how close you had been. He should’ve savoured it.

It’s also only as you step away that Jamie finally gets a glimpse of your outfit and nearly reaches out to the nearby bench for strength. He’s never seen you in a v-neck anything before, let alone a dress, and he thinks it might do him in.

“You look good,” he says lamely, then tries again, “Great. Fan-fuckin’-tastic, I mean.”

“I like that last one,” you smile, ducking your head. He thinks, or rather hopes, you’re a little flustered, “Fan-fuckin’-tastic happens to be what I was going for.”

“Yeah,” he breathes, words gone as soon as he’d found them. And now he was staring. Shit.

“I like your suit,” you say, maybe breathless yourself. It must be his ears. You reach up as if you might fiddle with his lapel but just point towards it before your hand drops again. You practically fall down onto the bench you’re both stood beside and he follows, ever obedient, “Shame no one else will ever see it. How long do you think we’ll be stuck here?”

The suit isn’t for anyone except you. That’s what he’d say if he had any stupid bravery. He’s an awful coward, he thinks.

“Until Roy gets bored or Keeley finds out I reckon,” Jamie guesses, “Y’ wanna play I-spy?”

You sigh, but when he peeks at you out of the corner of his eye, you’re grinning your silly, lovely grin again.

“I spy with my little eye…”

---

It is around 11pm, when Jamie has not long fallen asleep against the jacket he had scrunched behind his head, that he feels your hand on his ankle. He can tell, as he wakes without opening his eyes, that you’re not trying to rouse him. The touch is light, feathery. Maybe an accident.

No, not an accident. It wouldn’t have lasted this long, and your thumb is drawing absentminded circles into his ankle bone. You think he’s asleep and you’ve reached out to hold him anyway.

He opens his eyes but doesn’t move. His legs are stretched out on the bench in front of him and you sit upright next his sock-clad feet, one hand on his bare ankle. You’re staring at a piece of paper so intently he wonders what could possibly be so interesting.

“This doesn’t say get fucking pranked, Jamie,” you murmur, and his hand flies to his jacket pocket. It must have fallen out when he slumped into a slumber. He’s sat up in a blink, watching the hand that had been so soothing, fall back at your side suddenly.

“I’m sorry. Shit. I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

“No, don’t,” you insist, still staring at the piece of paper. Instead of whirling on him for answers, you reach calmly into one of the boot cubbies beside your head and pull out a piece of paper from one of the boots. You chuck it at him without looking.

He unfolds it with careful, if shaky, hands.

Tell him, you silly shit.

It takes him an absurdly long time to understand what the hell this second piece of paper means. Later, when the two of you look back on this moment (and you do so often), you’ll wonder how he could have been so dense and he’ll spin you a line about how too good to be true it all felt. But in the moment, he has no lines and no words, until your hand lands heavy on his knee this time.

“Jamie,” you say softly, through a grin that is so different from your usual that he could pass out. It’s so beautiful and so strikingly lovesick that he thinks he might actually be sick, “What do you have to tell me?”

“What?”

He feels dumber than he’s ever felt. But your hand is still on his knee and now you’re shuffling closer to him on the bench.

“What do you have to tell me?” you repeat, then you poke his chest playfully as you add, “You prick.”

He still looks confused, so you clearly decide the best way to catch him up is to kiss him.

You pull away after a moment, a moment of pure heaven, because clearly you don't want to kiss him fully until he's all clued in.

"Come on, pretty boy," you say, teasing, "Figure it out. I was going to buy you a passionfruit J2O. It's the sign of all signs."

He should be laughing at your joke, but all he really wants to do is kiss you again. And again.

Maybe again.

"Oh pretty girl," he says, and he feels the rumble of his low tone in his chest. He places a hand on your face, fingers itching at your hairline, "I'll tell you anything ya wanna hear, I swear. Anythin'."

He hears your breath hitch, but he feels it too, where the meat of his palm is covering your neck.

"Anything?" you answer back, "I could have a lot of fun with this."

You scrunch up your brow like you're thinking and he's so stupidly in love with you that he just tells you. Too-soon be damned.

"Smooth talker," you laugh, giddy, and you kiss him again. And it's so good that he doesn't even remember you didn't say it back until hours later.

(at which point, you say it back so many times and in so many ways, Jamie is certain that he's the luckiest man in the world. he might not hit Roy with his car after all)

#jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt #jamie tartt fanfiction #jamie tartt imagine #jamie tartt x you #ted lasso x reader

[catgirl-catboy]

The name is Cat.

my labels are genderqueer ace lesbian, but since that's a mouthful, I call myself queer 99% of the time. Any pronouns but they/them work for me. I'm an adult, and I've been in fandom for almost a decade now. It shows, since I miss the old fandom mentality, and won't tolerate people that don't stay in their lanes.

Blog runs on the world's longest queue. If I spam like your posts, I'm queueing them for later. I also post 50 posts a day minimum, so... heads up?

Also, I didn't spend all my time tagging old art for people to not spam like/rb my posts. go for it. Tagging system-

Fandom post- posts about a specific fandom I'm in. Usually tagged with the fandom in question to make it easier to block or search out.

Fandomless post- More serious and general posts. Probably what you're here for. Might mention fandoms, but ones I'm not in.

Alice and Bob- The names vary in the tags. Just means the post in question has these two characters in it. Could be shippy, could not be. 99% of the time, the more plot important character is listed first.

Things you can expect to see on my blog:

Old posts I found scrolling through blogs

Ships that contradict each other

Occasional posts about current events and anti-censorship

Occasional Kinky art

Abusive ships, and problematic ships

Things you might consider 'cringe'

A LOT of femslash Fandoms: Danganronpa, Ace Attorney, One Piece, Homestuck, Arcane, Hazbin Hotel, Helluva Boss, Death Note, some others, but these are the main ones!

my ao3

boundaries/byf under the cut, which are optional reading!

Sex and Kink will be occasionally discussed on this blog, but please never mention sex in relation to me. It makes me incredibly uncomfortable, and I will block over it.

Teens are welcome, but my blog is an adult-centric space. If you follow this blog, you're going to see things that may make you feel bored/uncomfortable.

I don't check carrds. I sometimes check pinned posts. If you don't want me going through your stuff, understandable, but the block button is the best way to do that. No hard feelings, I promise.

If you're actually reading these, please comment "got your nose" below my pinned. Satisfy my curiosity.

I am too scatterbrained to be good at trigger tagging. here are a list of frequent triggers my blog posts about, but if you are the type that needs something tagged, I advise you not to follow this blog.

I block liberally, and am aiming to block the most users on tumblr. If I blocked you, hell if I know why.

I do not want to hear negative opinions on how I run my blog. I promise you, I do not value your opinion as much as you think I do.

[margravelucian]

I live yet

I'm mostly on instagram. I've changed my "internet name". 12 years of being plain old "mister", I thought it was time for a promotion. A margrave is a defunct medieval military title, meaning a lord of the borderlands. It is appropriate. I was in fact considering it as a middle name all those years ago when I changed my name. I may yet do this.

I am having "a difficult time" as my partner of 298437053596 years moved away to live in Norway for three years around two and a bit years ago. It has made me very bental, so my output and other associated comings and goings are now haphazard(er than they usually are) AT BEST. I want to start using this blog again because I am SO bored of instagram which completely sucks for posting art to people who want to look at it. But, my account there's got more followers eh. The riddle of the socials.

Anyway, I'm going to queue some stuff. Ha det.

[rmd-writes]

seven sentence sunday

thanks @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @goodways @tintagel-or-cockleshells @indestructibleheart @wandering-night19 @strandnreyes @lemonlyman-dotcom @leaves-of-laurelin @three-drink-amy @cha-melodius @heartstringsduet @carlos-tk @jesuisici33 @kiwiana-writes 💖 love waking up to all of your snippets, on a Monday morning pals! they're in the queue!

Have seven sentences featuring TK being extremely relatable, from Call Me (By My Name), my collab with @welcometololaland

His Instagram feed is pretty boring now that he’s unfollowed almost everyone he knew back in New York. He looks up Mitchell’s account and goes for a hate scroll because he can’t help it. TK taps through story after story of Mitchell at the gym, Mitchell doing food prep, Mitchell shilling some supplement he’s got a discount code for while rolling his eyes so hard it hurts. Then there’s a photo of Mitchell in what TK knows is Alex’s bed, lying in the patch of sunshine that falls through the windows in the afternoon, apparently in nothing but Alex’s very expensive Egyptian cotton sheets.  He throws his phone across the room. It’s not even that he still wants to be with Alex. TK has long since recognised that they weren’t good for each other and that he was clinging to the relationship because he was desperate to be the person who’s sober and deserves the kind of love that manifests itself in soulmates and proposals and happily ever after. He’s not that person.

I have no idea who's done this already, haven't had a chance to scroll the dash yet but I'll tag: @reyesstrand @nelsonnicholas @sunshinestrand @iboatedhere @maxbegone @daisymae-12 @lightningboltreader @decafdino @ambiguouspenny @freneticfloetry @never-blooms @apothecarose @wordthieve @everwitch-magiks @sherryvalli @14carrotghoul @celaestis1 @fitzherbertssmolder @birdclowns + an open tag for anyone else who wants to play 💖

#seven sentence sunday #on monday as usual #that's how we roll in the future #rmd writes #rmd writes: ls wip #lolarae write #tarlos fic #911 lone star fic #call me (by my name)

[olderthannetfic]

I’m kind of surprised that the whole heteronormativity BL discourse turned into me hating femme men and wanting every man to be masc. It’s doubly nuts because the story I described that got the brunt of this was one I made because of a certain masculine gay character trope that I really hated, to the point where my idea of fixing it was to basically make him sensitive and soft and a yuri on ice fan, and bullied for his lack of masculinity. If I find myself hating or feeling negatively about any part of a BL story it’s usually because of the actions of the top/seme character.

If a BL is bad, or I don’t know if it’s good or not, or I think there’s any bad writing moments at all, the top is usually the problem. This rule applies even if I think the top is a great character. This applies even if the bottom is a fucking terrorist who crippled an innocent young woman and tortured her for hours and never once grows as a person the whole story. (to be clear I really like the story i’m talking about and would recommend it, halfway across by dracze, but it’s still insane how the top basically NEEDS to be at the more toxic one in the relationship if the story has any flavor whatsoever). I know there are obviously exceptions, I can’t name a single one at the moment.

None of what i’m saying is a criticism of BL or of masc gay characters, i’m just saying that way too many people jumped to one specific conclusion about me based on my words. I really hope this doesn’t turn into discourse about me hating masc gay men and wanting everyone to be femme or some shit. I’d probably rage quit the internet for a week if that happened.

--

You are the only one who can't let this go. Everyone else forgot about it five minutes after it happened... or would have if your ongoing behavior didn't remind them.

--

As I've explained numerous times, people respond to the subtext and vibe of what a person writes as much as to their literal words. You said a bunch of shit that was laden with buzzwords and dogwhistles from communities with bad attitudes. People picked up on that.

You send lots of lengthy posts that are hard to parse and that come out of nowhere. And no, "you don't have to answer this but..." is not the ass-covering you think it is. I have to at least look at the posts in my inbox to evaluate them before they go in the queue. Normally, I don't mind if the same person sends me lots, and I don't care if they're all super interesting, but yours are particularly self-absorbed, boring, and horribly-written.

They're always phrased like "I think X about media Y". They don't invite discussion. They aren't tied to past conversations on here. They don't show the slightest spark of interest in what others think.

You apparently want eyeballs on your writing, both creative and nonfiction asks, but you're incapable of showing genuine interest in others. If these posts are an attempt to interact rather than to just say words in front of an audience, it sure doesn't show in the final product.

The posts people respond better to are just written better, but they are also more obviously part of a dialogue that treats other readers of my blog as peers, not a spigot dispensing free attention.

--

Why should anyone care why you dislike one BL or another? I get that you're trying to prove something about yourself, but why should anyone care about that either?

You are not the main character in other people's lives.

You're treating this like some need to clear your name, but fundamentally, that's assuming any of this matters to other people. It doesn't outside of refuting a given comment on a given post and then, like I said, forgetting about it five minutes later.

--

Every time you ask a new question, it just demonstrates the same lack of clue as before. For example, you recently asked (in part):

"What would changing my behavior look like? I have full plans to write […]"

It does not matter what comes in place of that ellipsis because no one cares what you do in your own art.

No one ever had an issue with your art because nobody has consumed it. And, to be honest, plenty of people have perfectly fine values for things they do. The fact that you do or don't include problematic thing X or proship stance Y in your own art is not proof of anything.

The issue is in how people talk to others about other people's art.

Endlessly trying to bring up your own work just looks like pointless grandstanding. Meanwhile, the vibe when you chat with others here has not really changed. There's still a strong subtext of unexamined assumptions and desire to make everything about yourself.

It's not about swapping out word X or Y. It's about your overall writing ability and command of subtext, which is poor. Really, really poor.

It's also about moronic statements like:

Like would it have made you mad that I said what I said if I removed those words? Because I didn't even mean them I just didn't think long enough to cut them from the post.

"Ooh, I didn't think".

Then don't fucking speak.

Or, if you do run your mouth without thinking, like most of us do sometimes, expect to suffer the consequences and don't cry like a cowardly little weasel when you do.

--

To be perfectly frank, I spend less time trying to promote my own work on here than you do. On my blog.

And I can actually write.

This constant me, me, me, me bullshit is what makes you seem selfish, self-absorbed, and like you're wasting everyone's time on purpose.

[fapper]

full story of what happened in office hours 2 days ago and how i accidentally rizzed up the TA who is also my crush

*note: FAAM stands for "fine ass asian man" who is like, an acquaintance of mine idk

okay mind you this happened only 2 days ago bruh. okay buckle up cuz i cant stop thinking abt it 😭 so me and FAAM went to this review session for our midterm that was wednessday (i got a 75% btw) anddd i only went bc my crush who is also the TA was going to be teaching. soooo i came into the room and mans was sitting in the front so he didnt notice me, but later on he got to the blackboard and started yk teaching shit, and i made sure i was consistently looking at him to see if he'll look at me anddd i think he did like 3 times. not that many tbh anyways after review session we had office hours in a differrent room, so me and FAAM immediately head to office hours, and they have this annoying queueing system and there were A LOTTT of ppl in offce hrs that night, the room was full and there were only 4 TA's, and i only had my eyes on one guy HAHAHA ok so i mind u office hrs was from 6 - 8pm. i couldnt get help from him and i was waiting and waiting and waiting and me and FAAM kept talking abt him while he was in the room omfg 😭 FAAM was like 'wait so its him?' and he proceeded to point to the wrong TA and i was like, bruh FUCK no ITS NOT HIM DUMBASS like i think our behavior was hella obvious in hindsight bc we were literally talking abt him in front of himmmm bro 😭 FAAM was like 'you should go talk to him' BRO STFU YOU KNOW IM NOT! and i was likeeee 'what do u think of 'eagle' for my nickname for him?' (cuz he had a really big hairdo and it reminded me of wings ok) and FAAM was laughing and we were just kikiing like 2 old bithces bruh.

okay so it was 7:50pm. and at this point i was waiting for my turn to get help so i was literally on TIKTOK bored as shittt 😭. and i feel my crush stand up from his seat and slowly walk to stand behind me... and i was thinking 'aint no way' and then he says 'y/n?' (OKAY FIRST OF ALL HOW DO U REMEMBER MY NAME) and i was surprised at first so i jumped a little and he said 'sorry! 😭' and FAAM immediately says 'do you need a seat?' to the TA cuz we were sitting together and the TA goes 'noo its fine hahaha' but i told FAAM to be a wingman so he was insisting on it and so FAAM moves to the next chair and my crush sits next to me to help me. ight so boom

so immediately i start asking him questions and he was explaining hit to me and i couldnt focus fr. FAAM and i kept making glances at each other and every time we looked at each other we smiled real hard meanwhile the TA probably noticed all that shit HELPPPP I JUST KNOW MY CRUSH NOTICED ALL THE EXCHANGED SMILES ME AND FAAM HAD LIKE U COULD JUST TELL WHAT WAS GOING ON OKKKK!!! at one point when FAAM and i made eye contact and smiled i literally stoppped typing whatever he said and lost my train of thought bc i was trying not to laugh sooo hard bruh. meanwhile the TA is witnessing all this shit happen in front of him rn bruh (the TA was sittin between us 😭) so i notice my crush was starting to struggle in answering the question/ explaining shit so he started looking into the distance to think, and every time he got quiet i would look at his face and just look at him reallll good lmfaoooo omfg i kept looking back at his face while sitting next to him bruh. and one time when i looked at him, he smiled and closed his eyes and looked down like DAMN ARE YOU FR HAVING THIS REACTION TO ME LOOKING AT U RN? OMGGG so immediately i was like. ight he wants me. andddd lo and behold. my crush gives up and puts his laptop on our table and says "okay so im just gonna show you the solution dont tell anyone haha" *nervous laugh* meanwhile everyone in the class heard him and they look at our direction 😭 so me and FAAM laugh at this and when i looked back at the TA his face was literally PINK broooo.... im not fucking kidding he was blushign or something. and so as i was taking a pic i jokingly said "bro is about to get fired" and he was like no its fine and laughed it off. also hes just generally a nice guy like i had CHATGPT open in one tab and i said 'ohhh sorry not me having chatgpt open rn' and i closed the tab and the TA noticed and laughed and i said 'women in stem' and he laughed and said 'no yeah exactly' (i made the same joke the last time in office hours with him, he said 'i believe you' when i hinted that the hw answer i had was NOT INDEED MINE LOL) so i guess u could say i have that joker rizz the way he supports me and laughs at my jokes bruh. anyways after that i was like. 'thank you! *makes thumbs up gesture with both my hands* and he stands up and says something bla bla and i say thank you again and he makes the same thumbs up gesture with both his hands and turns around to help the next person.

bruh moment

do yall think he wants me? it was definitely not his normal or usual behavior, *this is random but his voice is so nice* and i feel like i made it really obvious that i liked him by joking with FAAM.

[aswrittenbyaj]

think about me

pairing: professor!steve rogers x black!fem!reader summary: there's just something so very familiar about professor rogers' voice and you're determined to confirm your suspicions.

wordcount: 3.6k warnings: rated M for mature. minors dni. spicy language and explicit talk. power dynamics (professor/student). age gap (not specified, but reader is a college senior (22-ish)and steve is about early-to-mid 30s). housemate!sarah (she's younger here so aj isn't born yet). pet names (sweetheart, pet, good girl). not beta'd (that's a warning in itself). let me know if i missed any! dedications & credits: so this is my first posted piece of writing in like 2 years 😭 and for a completely new fandom (as is everything else i plan to write on this blog). i'm dedicating it to @tulipsbymybed because she gave me the inspo for this about a month ago when she posted about soundgasm being down. i was like "what is that?" looked it up and yeah, got inspired. originally planned to have smut in it but my rusty ass gave in before that point so maybe next time (: divider and banner by: me

"girl, listen to this."

pushing back in your rolling chair, you moved to give your housemate sarah space as she grabbed one of the earbuds from your outstretched hand and popped it into her ear. thumb tapping once on the space bar to press play, you lifted your gaze to her face, gauging her reaction. after a beat, she looked at you, brow raised.

"okayyy. it sounds like a boring ass class lecture."

chuckling, you shook your head for a second before nodding. "right, so now listen to this."

middle finger on the trackpad, you paused the recording and switched tabs, queueing up a different audio. you returned your attention back to sarah's face just in time to see it change completely. from open curiosity to complete shock and maybe even a little scandalized due to the rating of the content flowing into her ears. brows furrowing then stretching to a high raise, her head tilted slightly from one side to the other before she pulled out them out.

"okay, now that's some straight up porn. the hell you got me listening to?"

dodging her playful swat, you laughed, letting the sound build up from your belly, spilling between glossed full lips, hand reaching to pause the audio again.

"you don't think they sound like the same person?" you asked, ignoring her question as you got to the point of the demonstration.

squinting her eyes, sarah looked to the side as she ran the voices back over again in her head.

"play that first one again." you did, the baritone of professor rogers' voice softly bleeding out from the headphones, slightly distorted the further in distance. "hmm, yeah i guess they do sound ali- hold up? are you sayin' that's one of your professors?"

lips rolling in slightly, you gave a wide, closed-mouth smile, the corners of your eyes creasing as you nodded. 

"he only started at vbu last year, but sarah, if that's who i think it is, that man's voice has brought me to some of the best orgasms in my life for the past...what? 2, 3 years now?" you estimated.

"even while you were with..."

"especially while i was with..." you trailed off, the both of you holding strong to leaving the names of your exes in the past with person they belonged to.

"ho-ly shit," sarah breathed out in syllables, as much disbelief in her voice as you were feeling.

you shook your head, thinking back to the first day of script writing class a handful of weeks ago, where unanimously-dubbed finest professor on campus, and the newest, steven rogers stood up in front of a classroom of thirty people and introduced himself in the same sonorous timbre as the voice that you brought yourself to climax just twenty-two hours before. you had made the connection almost instantly, but refused to allow your mind to keep the link. 

there was no way this army captain veteran with a medal of honor, a cannes film festival award for best screen play, and a goddamn heart tremor was an audio porn narrator. no fucking way. and it was dangerous to even let the idea fully form in your mind. 

but then the weeks continued on--as did your solo sessions--and eventually you started to pick up similarities between the way professor rogers and thenomad7418 pronounced certain words. thus came the idea to record and compare.

which is exactly where sarah found you after her getting in from her shift at a local nursing home. 

"soooo...you gonna fuck him or what?"

snapping you head up and to the side, you gave her a look questioning her sanity. 

"bitch, what?"

"i mean, you doin' all this for what? shits and giggles? you already know he can get you off with just his words and the sound of his voice. time to see what else dat mouth do."  she shrugged a shoulder before turning back towards the door, walking away as she spoke. "bye. i'm gonna go pick up my child now." 

throwing up a peace sign without even looking back, she left you to simmer in her words of wisdom.

there was no way you could fuck your professor. right? like, there were literal rules about that sort of thing...wasn't there?

you probably should've been ashamed about the length of time you spent typing away into the search engine of both the university's website and the general internet, trying to see just how far the legalities stretched. you probably should've been putting all this effort into his assignment that was worth half your final grade, but there were more pressing matters at hand.

according to the many sources across the net, it was heavily frowned upon and considered especially unethical for a professor to sleep with their student.

however.

it wasn't illegal. 

so as long as professor rogers was willing to risk his job and the respect of his colleagues, the overall institution of higher education, and most-likely his family, all signs were a-go.

the question was: were you actually going to make this information useful? and if so, how would you go about it? hell, were you even sure this was thenomad7418?

an alarm pinged on your phone, a reminder to submit your first ten pages of your assigned twenty-page script for review, gave you an idea. fingers flying across the keys, you located the file and began to type away at your new edits, only pausing to queue up one of your favorite audio posts from thenomad7418 and pressing play. 

it was risky, but it would confirm whether or not professor rogers had a secret online hobby and if he did, would also let him know you knew while putting the ball in his court in a way that would hopefully have than his balls slapping against your court. 

from: [email protected]

subject: CONFIDENTIAL

good afternoon,

i am writing to inform you that you may have completed an academic offense of plagiarism on your 10-page draft submission. under the university's undergraduate and graduate academic integrity policy, it is my duty to meet with the student and investigate the situation prior to elevation to higher channels such as the provost and ultimately, the president of the university. i refer to you verona bay university's academic integrity website: www.vbu.edu/academicintegrity. 

as you know, this week marks the beginning of our new class schedule that will run for the entirety of the second half of the semester, our normal thursday evening class being replace with optional office hours with me for further help and guidance on the final assignment. in order to refrain from further disruption to the learning environment, i am inviting you to meet with me at my office this upcoming thursday during the normal class hours and newly allotted office hours of 7pm to 9pm to discuss this matter. please let me know as soon as possible if this works for you as well as your expected time of arrival so that i may reserve the timeslot in your honor. 

attempts to avoid attending the meeting or ignoring correspondence will be considered as evidence towards your case, should one be created against you, and brought in front of the university's academic board. should this situation be escalated to additional parties, a copy of this letter will be submitted for ascertainment as well.

sincerely,

steven rogers,

adjunct professor, english department

what the actual fuck?

"alright, now as you all know this is the first day of our new schedule, meaning there's no class this thursday or any thursday the rest of the semester."

a few classmates took the opportunity to let out a few whoops and though the reminder of "this thursday's" importance made your stomach turn, you couldn't lie. the idea of being free thursday nights brought a smile to your face. 

"now, don't get too excited. i want you guys to use this free time to work on your scripts and take advantage of my open office hours, okay?" his gaze swept over the class pointedly, as if trying to instill the advice through his eyes. "i'm holding that time specifically for this class so be wise with your time. don't waste it because you won't get it back."

he paused for effect before continuing on, scuffing the bottom of his dress shoe against the tiled floor as he turned in his slow pacing. 

"one final thing before you go."

the start of his sentence prompting the sudden scrapes and paper-rustling as you and your peers took it as a sign to pack up.

"i'm grateful for the few of you that took the initiative to turn in your 10 pages early even though they aren't due until this friday. for those that haven't turned in your assignments yet, i just want to reiterate that i will not accept plagiarized work. not only is it against school policy, but it's also against my own personal moral code."

shame burned in the pit of your belly as professor rogers basically called you out without slandering your name out loud. you hesitated in putting your notebook into your bag, wanting to glance over your shoulder from where you're hunched, but instead deciding to keep your head ducked. 

"the some of you that have turned your assignments early, please check your emails. it seems as if there are a few of you that need to schedule a meeting with me to talk about your submission."

this time you did look up at him, watching as his eyes bounced non-committedly around the room as he spoke, his final words breezing through pink lips when his eyes locked on yours.

baby blue burned into dark umber, capturing your gaze until he chose to break it, looking away. feet continuing in its movement, he crossed towards his desk, reaching over to tap a key on his laptop with a dramatic flair, effectively disconnecting his device from the projector.

"class dismissed."

for as bold of an idea your plan originally was, you couldn't lie and say you weren't nervous, knee bouncing as you sat on the couch in the small lobby of the english department's offices.

since it was five minutes to 7:30pm, the time of your schedule meeting with professor rogers, the offices were empty. all except for one, the bright light of your professor's office providing additional illumination to the moderate space through the half-way open door. 

you had been there for ten minutes now, not wanting to add tardiness to his already tainted opinion of you, but any time you thought about getting up to get this whole ordeal over with, the knot in your stomach tightened you into submission on the plush cushion of the loveseat.

a stray cough sounded in the silence of the room, slipping from behind professor rogers' open door, breaking your thoughts from their stream of rumination. 

fuck, did he know you were here this entire time? well, that's embarrassing. 

wiping your hands on your thighs, smoothing the fabric, you released a deep breath. the worries, the stress, the possible outcomes floating around in you mind space, pushed out of your current consciousness with one long silence expel of carbon dioxide. you rose to your feet, body moving on autopilot towards the gapped door.

you stuttered a knock against the wood, pushing past the cracked barrier at his immediate "come in."

his office was more spacious on the inside than from where it seemed in the lobby, tucked away in the back corner. angled gothic-style windows adorned the far two sides of the room, carved crown molding in a dark cherry wood wrapped the perimeter, matching bookcases braced tall along the walls, filled with literature, interlaced with personal trinkets.

even in his short time of employment at the university, professor rogers had run out of space for his books, neat and haphazardly stacked piles littered the back wall, awaiting a proper home.

several feet from the farthest wall of windows sat the man in question, tapping away at a laptop that sat on his busy desk. 

"you wanted to see me, professor?"  you prompted, shoes glued to the floor where you stood, the open door not too far from your back. 

the steady clickity-clack of fingers on keys didn't pause as he glanced up at you. you weren't sure if you imagined the way his eyes swept over your frame, especially with how quickly his gaze moved back to the illuminated screen in front of him.

"yes, please come in, shut the door, and have a seat. i'm just finishing up this email."

he motioned first towards the door then the two chairs that sat facing his desk with one hand, the other and eyes still trained on their current task.

okayyy, you mouthed to yourself, turning on your heel to pushed the door closed before moving take a seat, placing your bag in the empty chair next to you. 

time seemed to slow down as you waiting for him to finish. his fingers barely paused in their typing, only in occasion as you assumed he was reading over what he had just wrote.

you studied him, the frustrated indent between his brow, the neutral down turn of the corner of his lips, the minuet movement of blue irises as they danced along, typed sentence by typed sentence. 

the resolute stream of the keys lulled your anxiety into false security, pressured tempo of your heart calming to an even hammering before hiccupping in its stride the second professor rogers' gaze lifted to meet yours.

locked and loaded with emotions and intent you had yet to decipher, professor rogers' hands reached up to close his laptop before lying flat on the desk as he pushed himself to stand.

"shall we get started?" he asked, brow quirking as he slow stepped around his desk.

shifting forward in your seat, you licked your lips nervously, mentally queueing up the bullshit apology and excuse you had worked on all morning.  

"professor rogers, first, i want to apologize for w--" 

he held up a hand as he settled his against the front corner of his desk, effectively cutting you off mid-script.

"i just have one question for you." you nodded eagerly, curiosity pushing through the mental anguish. "how long have you known?"

wait, what?

head crooking back slightly, you gave a long blink, trying to process the curve ball query he threw in your direction.  

"i-i'm sorry?"

"how long have you known that i'm thenomad? were you planning to blackmail me or something? because i promise you, sweetheart, i can give you many reasons why you'd come to regret it."

there was a darkening to his gaze that seemed to add to the glaze that already started to cover your sex the minute he told you to come in.

you weren't sure if it was a natural response your body had developed through years of listening to that baritone bring you beyond insanity, or if it was because this man truly measured up to his on-campus secret moniker of being the most attractive man employed. 

it didn't matter if his words were probably hinting at something along the lines of an academic suspension and a report to the appropriate authorities, repercussions that seemed more aligned with what you knew of his professional life and apparent morals. an oral history of his dirtiest desires were seared into your mind, making the immediate interpretation his threat something a little more filthy.

a small smirk curled on your lips, the anxiety about academic penalties giving way slightly to the ultimate satisfaction of being right. 

"actually, i wasn't entirely sure until i got hit with that plagiarism email the other day, which was fucked up by the way."

"language," he chastised, arms folding across his chest, a sigh releasing from his chest. "but that is a relief. i may have been a captain, but i never really liked doling out unnecessary punishments."

pulsing in your panties, you wondered what actions he considered catalyst for such corporal punishment and how soon you'd be able to pull it off. your gaze drifted over his chest, tight knit of his sweater stretching across the muscles he seemed to be maintaining well post-military career.  

the clearing of his throat snapped your attention back to his face as he spoke again. 

"however, that does bring me to another question." shifting his weight, he settled further into his seat on his desk, legs crossing at the ankle.  "how long have you been a fan? because that little dialogue you wove into your project--which you'll need to resubmit by the way--was a little over a year old."

a bashful tingle danced along your cheekbones, fingers twitching in your lap as you fought the desire to cover your face.

it was one thing to be bold in your lust in the privacy of your apartment, but speaking to the man in which you were a lustful fan of, him questioning the depth of your desires, had you flaming from the inside out.

if it weren't for the blue flames blazing in his eyes, the slight but evident bulge forming in his dress pants, you would've felt alone in your interest.

"i might've found your page back during freshman year," you said.

"and you're a senior now?"

"yes," you breath out, voice carrying on the air softer than expected.

a hum vibrating between closed lips, the blond stood from his half-seated position, shoes sounding measured steps as he moved to stand behind where you sat. your eyes followed him until he was out of sight, your head unturned.

"and did i make you feel good?"

his question was unexpected, but your pussy clenched all the same, thick thighs rubbing together in an automatic search for succor. mutely, you nodded, head ducking slightly, demure in action.

"i can't hear you, doll." the rasp of his voice sounded in your ear, his warm breath curling around the shell of it. nose nuzzling the soft skin tucked behind the lobe, he continued to speak. "did your needy little pussy get wet at the sound of my voice?"

fuck, this man was going to ruin you. you already knew what his voice did to your through the audio distortion provided by today's current technology.

but to hear it in its truest and rawest form, a gruffer vibrato that his normal class lecture voice lacked, it only fueled the fires licking their way up your spine.

"yes," you answered honestly. there was no turning back now, no more hiding behind the anonymity of your a generic username and profile picture.

"mmm, i'm not gonna lie; i like hearing that i've been making you cum since before you've even met me."

he straightened up, the distance between you two giving you the space to let go of the breath you had been holding. the growing tension didn't so much as break as it did shift, given room to breathe like wine poured into a glass.

you changed a glance at him over your shoulder, plump bottom lip caught between your teeth as you drank in the new adjustments to his outfit he was making.

suit jacket tossed onto the spare chair, deft fingers unbuttoned and rolled the sleeves of his dress shirt back, revealing a fine dusting of hair along his brawn forearms before traveling north as did your gaze.

a throaty chuckle drew your attention from the loosening of his navy tie to the smirk now playing on his lips. busted.

"enjoying the show?" feeling bold, you nodded, teeth dragging off your lip as your released it. "well that's too bad because i feel like i'm the one overdue for a performance."

"uh..." you turned back around in your seat, bashfulness tempering the steaming swirl of your sacral.

sensing your apprehension, professor rogers stepped close to you again, hands resting on your shoulders as he leaned in, voice back in your ear where you loved for it to be.

"don't go shy on me now. it's nothing you haven't done before. i'll even provide the soundtrack."

strong hand smoothed up and down your arms, the feeling of his lips pressing kisses against your clothed shoulder soothing the shyness into submission.

eyes locked on his traveling hands, your breathing hitched when they reached your thighs, soft cotton of your knee length skirt sliding sensually against your skin.

"don't you wanna be a good girl for me? a good girl for your professor?"

it seemed as if the moisture in your mouth had dried up, choosing the sweetness between your thighs as its new home. unable to form words, you nodded. the skirt paused, bunched in his grip from where it slid higher up your thighs.

"all my student speak up in class, don't they? unless you want me to spank that clit until you can remember how to use your words."

"yes, god yes." you confessed, hips swiveled and bucked against the cushion, searching for friction.

professor rogers' chuckle sounded in your ear, saturated with desire as he displayed amusement in your desperation.

"don't worry. i'll take care of ya. right after show and tell. you show me how you cream those pretty fingers of yours and i'll tell you exactly how good you look taking my dick."

the skirt pooled at your waist now, fingertips creating choreography on your bare skin. "now open these sexy legs for me, sweetheart."

as if they were his to control, your legs fell open, breathing becoming more labored as his hands made a seamless transition to your inner thighs.

"oh ho-ho, who knew you were such a teacher's pet?"

his fingers softly kneaded the muscles there, lightning current traveled the expanse of your body, limbs shivering as a wave of promised pleasure triggered your senses.

"show me you can be a good girl and touch yourself for me." 

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[deprivedreality]

𝗔 𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗟𝗗 𝗢𝗙 𝗧𝗪𝗢 𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗟𝗗𝗦 pilot

tw: mention of mutilation, cursing in na'vi, drug abuse, torture, etc.

𝗭𝗔𝗥𝗜 never truly understood the concept of what it is to be human. She was pure Navi, all she's ever known is that everything in Pandora has a sense of respect and understanding for all living things. That is what humans differed greatly from them.

"Speak your name." Parker Selfridge spoke, his inhumane eyes bore into the deep brown eyes of the blue-skinned child in front of him. Even if her stature and body were slightly bigger than his, it was clear who was the boss of whom. And contrary to that, the na'vi he was facing was barely even of-age. It was a Na'vi child.

"Oeru syaw Tsu'zari te Rongloa Sanari'ite."

She spoke bluntly, looking at the human in front of her with blood lust even with such a calm face. She gave him a gaze of the unwillingness to submit to him. If only she wasn't tied and held captive by a chair that was designed specifically for her, she would have easily pounced the bastard in front of her.

"Don't play with me, you ballsy little brat," Parker spoke through gritted teeth, his face spilling in frustration and anger. But after a few seconds, his face calmed down again and he smiled. "Say it. From now on, what are you called?"

Zari learned one thing about enemies. It's that they do not deserve an ounce of what they call sympathy. She learned it the hard way.

"I said, My name is Tsu'zari te Rongloa─" Zari hissed at him, bearing her canines at the man who only alerted the entire ward filled with soldiers. And before she could finish what she was saying, a strong sweep of a tazer touched her skin and charged a horrifying amount of shock to her body.

"Argh! Kal-wey-aveng!! Rahhh!" She shrieked, screaming in agony as the shock of electricity kept running to her entire body. Parker stared at her as she was being tortured mercilessly at the hands of the RDA soldiers.

"Alright! Alright! You heard me, that's about enough to tame this batshit kid." Parker laughed incredulously, as he looked down on Zari, whose face showed extreme discomfort while she heaved, holding in her tears.

She was certain she endured much more than a simple minute of being tazed by the demons who invaded her world. But she couldn't help but want to cry as she looked at them, wanting to end her suffering and be near home again. Zari was only eight years old, she didn't want any of this.

But one look at Parker Selfridge, the person who thought that kidnapping na'vi children would be a good idea for the RDA's expansion in Pandora, Zari could feel the strength and anger that all her ancestors passed onto her.

"You see this? This is a Taser, and it hurts people. Especially to you indigenous fellas, do you hear me?" Showing off a very humanoid weapon, he just oh so loved to threaten Navis with it, showing no sign of humane emotions. "Weapons like these are made specifically for disobedient animals like yourself."

"And I did not waste millions of dollars and my time just so you'd disrespect me like that, brat. I fed you good meat. I gave you everything a kid could ever want." He kept squawking, yet all Zari could interpret was the insults he keep on throwing at her and it enraged her. As a young Navi child, she's confident she's the first and youngest one to feel such an inappropriate amount of anger and resentment inside.

"Kxutu!" Zari yelled hoarsely, trying to break free from her restraint. But immediately, her queue got pulled harshly and she let out a high-pitched scream that echoed throughout the ward within the time span.

"You know, I don't really like you at all. But... I must say, I'm quite impressed that you learned your way into understanding English. The other kids aren't as good as you are, as Doctor Melendez says." Parker claims, acting like the demon he is.

Doctor Melendez was one of the few scientists to assist Parker with the project of transforming the abducted Navi children into the RDA's pets. For the past ten months, the scientist herself was the one to teach the seven hostages how to speak English and how to act 'human'

Now that Zari had the chance to think of it, the one human who was ever gentle to her and the others were just like any other human. She hated it so much that she wanted to scream. But she can't let her guard down the moment Parker started smirking as he observed her with keen eyes.

Zari's blue skin made him smirk.

"You know, I've always wondered if Earth needs Blue Bags." Zari couldn't understand what he was saying, but hearing all the humans around her laugh made her hiss at them. She tried once again to break free from her restraints but was hit in the head by one of the soldiers.

"Demon! You deserve to die!" As if she's not already been hit by a gun and being grabbed harshly by her queue, the soldiers continued to give her glares and it made her smile with insanity leaking out of her eyes. "My older brother, Toruk Makto will come and kill you!"

Mentioning the alternative name of one specific former marine somehow made the whole lab silent and Parker's face turned completely upside down. He looked as though he was being provoked. "You are the perfect example of a useless lab rat. And you speak too much, little Ziri."

Before she could react once again, Parker had already made a haste move. Ziri could feel a sharp object impaling her throat, gushing in liquid she couldn't phantom what was. It took her a minute to process what was happening, only to realize that she's been injected a drug infused medicine.

She looked at him one last time, eyes dilated and breathing heavily, she cursed. "Eywa... will... end you... humans."

"Whatever you say, monkey." Parker paid no mind and ejected the syringe from Ziri's neck. He was scared that Ziri was connected to the likes of Jake Sully, and he had no choice but to do one very last move. He looked at the RDA soldiers and motioned.

"You know what to do, put this one in cryo like the rest. We have a hometree to harvest, the project is postponed by my order."

Ziri's eyes caved, and the last thing she ever sees was Parker Selfridge's back facing her. Don't let them succeed, Ma Eywa.

Seasoned by the covetousness of humans, Tsu'zari grew to be a child between two planets. All the happiness she thought she could have had fell into neglect and evaporated into nothing more than a hazy dream waiting to disappear. All she ever knew of her true heritage deteriorated when she was colonized and held captive for the prime years of her life. Commandeered by aliens who expect her to acclimate and adapt to their gruesome morals.

Never once again facing the land of her home, and instead kept in a metal facility where they are kept in wards filled with human soldiers. With no other choice but to speak the language of their enemy in order to survive the entirety of the day, and at night, they dreamed of coming back to their clan, connecting with the sacred tree, and reconciling with their families. But they wondered just when that will happen when Humans and Navis were far from being accustomed to each other.

Upon the abduction of Zari and other woeful Na'vi children in the year 2154, that was when she learns that their faith is sealed not by Eywa, but by the Skypeople. For months and years on end, Ziri was instructed under the supervision of the RDA along with six other Navi hostages.

Their reason? To turn these children against their own people.

Zari had dreamed that one day they would be rescued, however, that day never truly arrived. Because as far as she knew and what she believed, her clan had no possibility of knowing what could've been the reason behind her and the other kids' disappearance.

So for the next seventeen years, Zari accepted her faith in adapting to the morals of humans, surviving each passing day learning their machinery, technology, and human intent of expanding their control to the western frontiers of Pandora. With her insanity being on the brink of failure, she endured the mental suffering and awaited for her time until she sets her eyes again on the home she once knew.

But there was a catch to it.

She never knew exactly when that time will come. Or who she will be siding with. Zari and the others were frightened that they would be manipulated by the RDA to spill the blood of their own.

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[amyisherenowitsokay]

Hi! I was re-reading the soulmate’s AU you did and I wondered how the story would have changed if our little fella saw underneath the wrist band sooner than he did. Like years prior or something? Like would he go bananas and go in denial or go bananas and try and tell her or he’d wait until he thought she would be ready to know? Because in the fic you made him more mature due of him kinda ‘growing up’ with everyone else so then I just wondered how his obnoxious little snot self would take it before he gained that maturity yk?

OOOOooooh I'm super into this question. Tysm for sending it in!

(Btw, this question references the ZAGR Soulmates AU from this fic, if anyone would like to check it out) Long answer under the cut, as I'm incapable of answering in short sentences.

If Zim had found out that he was Gaz's soulmate when they were kids, like let's say in the sort of maturity he was at during the cartoon, it would've been pretty disastrous lmao. Let's also assume he didn't find out during a moment when he could be interrupted, like in the fic.

Assuming that he understood what a human soulmate was in it's entirety when he found out, initially, he would've been very surprised. Shocked. He probably would've ran. Really solidified that it was what he thought it was before acting.

And then, IMMEDIATELY thereafter, he would've been incredibly smug. Gaz and Dib probably would've found out at the same time when he tried to use it to antagonize Dib. This would initially just be something that he could throw in his enemy's face. Some "Your planet is mine, Dib, and even your very sister is branded with my name!" kind of shit.

Gaz would fully have a crisis. Neither Membrane would initially believe him. Zim would probably do a lot of grandiose shit, like bringing Gaz huge bouquets of flowers solely to say something like "for my MATE" really loudly and smugly in front of Dib. It probably wouldn't initially even register that she was more than a tool to weaponize against Earth's self-proclaimed savior. Initially, the Membranes would realize that this bit of his was going on way too long. Dib would then make it his mission to learn to read Irken rather than just recognize the language waaaaay sooner than he would in the original AU to confirm that actually, yeah, Gaz's soulmate is Zim. Queue crisis for the humans.

Zim would eventually grow bored of the big showy displays. It's still really funny to him, but Dib also has other buttons to push, and he's got to keep all his insults fresh so he's not to be so predictable. Once he moves on though, it occurs to him that the end of the joke doesn't actually negate the fact that Gaz is still his soulmate. And just as stated in the AU, he has certain obligations towards her. He won't be dishonored by not fulfilling his end of the bond. An Irken caught neglecting their mate would be a laughingstock.

Gaz would start to notice the things he does to account for his obligations.

Minimoose starts hanging around her during large, explosion-worthy fights. She doesn't know why, and is pretty neutral about it, until a panicking citizen nearly runs into her. Minimoose's shield activates suddenly, protecting her, and leaving her really surprised. This happens whenever any debris, person, or other form of harm enters her vicinity. A couple times, Zim's robo-parents check her out of school and take her to his base. She doesn't see Zim, but she finds out later he was trying to blow up the campus again. She catches Minimoose or Gir hanging around her house when she's home alone. Sometimes, if she's in a rare good mood, she let's them hang out in her room while she does homework. Occasionally, she even talks to them.

She rarely, if ever, actually interacts with Zim. She gets the (correct) feeling pretty quickly that Zim's not really 'interested,' per se. That he's just doing his duty. The few times she does see him, like when he has to personally squirrel her to safety somewhere, they don't really acknowledge the elephant in the room. He just sort of watches her, and she mostly ignores him. It works for them. Nothing really changes, and that's just fine for both of them. Gaz might even prefer it. She'd probably end up assuming Zim was her soulmate because he was designed to just leave her alone.

Zim considers her a scary pet he has to keep an eye on. He sometimes eavesdrops on her conversations with his minions just because he can, and because he's curious. He doesn't really register it as bad or a progression of his interest in her. Just making sure his scary pet is fine. If he learns what snacks she prefers so that he can keep them in his base on the days he needs to kidnap her to keep her from bitching, well, whatever.

Eventually, Zim would inevitably kidnap her on a bad day. He'd interrupt something important, and she'd snap at him to just postpone whatever Big Evil Scheme(tm) he had that day. They'd argue about it, but eventually, Zim starts checking schemes against her schedule. He already (sort of) schedules schemes for convenient times for Dib, so that he enemy is not distracted by stupid things like homework or doctors appointments. It's not a big deal to check in with Gaz, too.

I think they'd be content with this small cordiality until Tak showed up. It'd just be too big of a catalyst not to matter. Whereas in the original AU, Zim is real sneaky out of necessity, in this situation where EVERYONE is aware of what's going on, Zim is WAAAYYY more territorial. It's one thing to screen and preemptively Gaz's social media from receiving messages from humans that could be interpreted as solicitous, but it's an entirely other for an Irken to actually show up and start spewing threats at her.

Suddenly Zim is alllll over her. Walks her to and from class. Camps outside on her roof, whether she knows it or not. Shoves an emergency beacon in her hands one afternoon with strict instructions to carry it around her at all times. When she tries to hand it back, unlike in the AU with that sweet, covert little bracelet as a 'casual gift,' she wakes up with a bracelet that literally cannot be removed attached to her wrist. Bitching about it gets her nowhere. Zim starts neglecting his fights with Dib to follow Gaz around and make sure Tak doesn't get the jump on her. It really grates on Gaz. Her worst fear was feeling like she was someone's property, and that's exactly how Zim is treating her. Like branded cattle.

Zim tries to contend with his responsibilities versus what he wants from Gaz. He's incredibly frustrated with her refusal to cooperate, and her lack of understanding. She's worse than obstinate, she's ungrateful. She should be honored that he's bothering to protect her! Why isn't she honored?!

I think that even after Tak and Dib worked out everything between them, Gaz and Zim would really not be on good terms. It was a great benefit for them to be mature-ish and working from a largely clean slate when they formalize their relationship. Having a ton of baggage and misunderstandings between them, especially with both of them being so headstrong and stubborn, would be a huge hurdle for them to overcome.

Legitimately and hilariously, I think Professor Membrane would have to be the intervening factor. Zim hanging around all the time would eventually mean they crossed paths not just as 'Dib's little foreign friend,' but as his daughter's mate. We saw in the Tak episode that Zim isn't about bitching to their father about his kids. I think Membrane would listen, and then stage an intervention with both of them. With Gaz, he'd sit her down an talk about their mother, and all the sappy love stuff that made it worth it for him to make compromises in his life to enjoy the time they had together. To Zim, he'd lecture him about the nature of his daughter, and how much she values her independence. How the loss of her mother made afraid of loss, and theorizing how their upbringing (aka his absence/neglect, without really taking accountability for it) may have affected her ability to trust the permanence of a soulmate.

I think that would finally be what made them sit down and work it out. It'd have to be a negotiation process. Zim can't always be out guarding Gaz. She needs her privacy. But as a compromise, she'd agree to scheduled check-ins. She'd agree to alert him to any potentially dangerous situations and let him come with. For example, it's my headcanon that Gaz would do a Membrane Labs internship in her college years. Zim would be there for any experiments that might go kaboom with a visitor's pass and a sharp eye. Instead of following Gaz around, they'd actually go on planned outings together. Date-adjacent hangouts until one or the other was comfortable with actual dates. It would've been a much slower, much less trusting and messy courtship, but they'd probably get to a good place when Gaz was in college.

Thinking of this question, I now like to think that, in this AU, on top of soulmate partners being fated, when they find out is also decided by some sort of cosmic destiny. Finding your partner at the right time is just as important as finding them in the first place.

Thank you again for sending me a hypothetical! I love theorizing about my own fics. This was a fun exercise.

#invader zim #gaz #ravenfollower13 #zim #iz #zagr #fanfiction #ao3 #soulmate au #amyisherenowansweringyou

[muffinrecord]

Updates! YouTube Stuff

Howdy folks! Just a few updates for the youtube channel

Videos Names

Short and quick-- I ended up changing the name of the sprite animation videos into battle animation videos. I was thinking of calling them "Sprite Animations, Magia, and Doppel" but that felt too long.

To be honest, the videos don't get a lot of views or engagement-- which is fine. I think that archiving them is worth it, and I don't think these are the kind of things people will watch over and over? But I do wonder if they're not viewed as much because people might think that they are only sprite attacks and not magia and doppels and stuff. I'm kind of hoping that "Battle Animations" will clear things up, because I don't wanna add the "Magia and Doppels" part to it.

If it doesn't, then I'll leave it as is. It's a little sad if they're lesser viewed but that's fine ultimately.

TO BE CLEAR THIS IS NOT ME BITCHING ABOUT VIEWS, I WOULD STILL DO THIS EVEN IF THEY GOT LIKE 5 VIEWS IN TOTAL. Just, more that I was thinking that maybe I'm not being very clear about what's in them? ANYWAYS

Recordings

So! I've been trying to finish up my animation project so that I can devote my time and energy to other things~

This is how much is left to record! Naturally a lot of the collab girls are kind of. Well it's going to be a bit.

Chisato and Haruka are giving me pause. When I started recording about two years ago (and then deleted all the files and started over and then deleted them all gain and started over again), I kinda assumed that Suzune would get a rerun, and I could nab those two and easily record their non max-ascended forms but uh. Not sure if that'll ever happen? I'm wondering if I should just record them regardless and release an updated version if we ever get a banner for them again. Lots to think about.

Meanwhile, the above is a short screenshot of how many I've completed. Yeah... 194..... This isn't including the girls who still need to be uncapped either. My computer has more space now, it's amazing to move them permanently to the backup now.

These are all the ones that have completed recordings that still need to be edited and uploaded:

Editing doesn't take too long, it's just that my computer slows down and it starts to take a long time when you have like tens of them to do. But I'm starting to see the light at the end of the tunnel! ...Still need to record a bunch, but I have lots of queue so things should be fine.

I kind of wish I had done some things differently, but oh well. When it comes to my channel, I feel like... well, you don't really get quality, but you do get quantity. Even if that's not technically as good, I think there is still value in it. idk.

Thumbnails

My stupid ass was looking at the channel and decided to redo a bunch of thumbs, and hey did you know that there is a 100 limit on how many thumbnails you can upload in a day? Sucks man.

Anyways, the transformation thumbnails are mostly updated and I just have about fifty left to upload now:

A while ago I started to make the characters' names a few pixels larger than the rest of the text, and it's been bothering me for a while that some vids had the bigger text and other vids didn't, so uhhh. Yeah. I also ended up changing a bunch of thumbs so that they show the end shot. Is that the better choice...? I'm not sure. I think it might make the thumbs more boring, but I think it's also more upfront about the fact that they're transformation videos.

More importantly, I also decided to redo the battle animations thumbs!

At first it was because I wanted to put "battle animations" in the thumb but I ended up deciding that plain old "animations" looks better. So why am I still changing all of them? Well...

I'm super honored that my stupid lil channel is getting used for the gallery section for the girls! See here on the fandom wiki. But then I was looking at it and man, that thumbnail sure does look fucking ugly when it's all blown up in your face like that. And if people are gonna use my stuff (🥺), I'd at least like it to look nice on their site...?

So I'm using the sprites from the magireco sprite viewer (rip), although unfortunately it's missing some/doesn't have new stuff/won't be updating anymore. But at least some of the new sprites will look better.

I know how to get some stuff off of Rika.Ren for datamining-ish, but sprites aren't one of them, and tbh I'm kind of not interesting in learning new things atm. So stealing off the Puella Magi Wiki is the best we'll get. But still! Older videos will have better thumbs. And oh man, some of them were ugly as fuck.

...I still need to make uhhh 200 more of them ish but I'll work on that tonight.

Playlists

Much to my displeasure, the results for the poll I made pointed towards folks deciding that more videos in a playlist is better, so I'm redoing all the playlists I had foolishly trimmed (this is also how I noticed some thumbnail problems and then got obsessively focused on fixing them last night instead of the playlists).

A couple of playlists still need to be redone-- I basically deleted everything in them, 'cause it's easier to just start over instead of dragging things around (especially when you get past 100, as it'll stutter and boot you to a different place). But I'm slowly getting there, and they should all be back up by tonight? The Madoka one will take the longest I think; that was easily 150+ videos if I recall correctly.

I also put all the battle animation videos currently uploaded into the battle animation videos playlist.

Originally I was trying to upload the videos in order of release, to make it easier on myself when putting it into the playlist. But that was kind of frustrating, especially when I had already released some out of order and then you factor in holidays... So fuck it! They're all in there now, even if they're private.

This is what you see when you're not on my channel (and you select to see hidden videos). Woops. Oh well!

But this means I'm more willing to go out of order in the uploads :)

Conclusion

I really wanted to get this all wrapped up so I can start to move on to other things! Like, ya know, my webcomic project. And also liveblogs!

Oh speaking of which... wait maybe I should make it a separate update... hmmmm. Yeah I'll do that.

Anyways, yeah! It'll be nice once I no longer need to upload a video every day, but it's also not too bad. I'm just glad I have a huge amount of queue, which'll give me time to look for some of the older collab characters. I'm not entirely sure how I'll film their little poke animations... Maybe I'll have to ask around, or perhaps use the kyugay sprite site? I have no idea how to record my screen. Ah man.

But I think the channel is heading towards a decent place, and I'm excited to finish everything up :)

Hope y'all aren't too bothered by the spam of videos! It's gonna be a couple more months at least....

#Magia Record #Youtube Stuff #Im not really sure if this should go into the tag... #I apologize if you feel it's spam #but i did put it under a read more!

[bella-goths-wife]

Truth in a picture part one

Father lost boys x reader

“Are those box’s too heavy” your boss, Paul asked concerned

“No I’m fine” you reassure as you lift the box cautiously

You had been working for Paul for a few weeks now. He was a good boss and was kind, he always defended you from rude customers and overall looked out for you. 

Working as Paul’s employee was practically heaven, apart from the dirty surroundings. So you decided that since Paul couldn’t do it himself on the account that he was an old man, you would do it for him.

“You seem spacey today” Paul commented as he hovered around you as you lifted box’s “something wrong?”

“Just got a lot on my mind” you say offhandedly as you start to unpack the old box’s your found in the back

“Want to talk about it?” Paul asks concerned

“Nah I’ll be fine” you say with a gentle smile and a shake of you head.

Today was the day that you would be meeting up with James and Michael at the bar. Today was the day you would trick your fathers. You were nervous but you were also curious

As you were lost in your thoughts you pulled out a photo. The photo was folded back so the only visible person was a young woman who had surprisingly similar looks to yours

“Ah I see you’ve found Katie” Paul comments sadly as he looks at your confused face “she looks so happy in this photo”

“She does” you say with a furrow in your eyebrows as you look at this woman with fading familiarity.

“It’s a shame I couldn’t frame it” Paul sighs as he goes into the back to get another coffee

As your about to question him, you unfold the photo and see an shockingly familiar face staring back. David’s blue eyes glared into the camera and effectively pierced your soul.

He had his arm thrown around the woman’s shoulder and was kissing her other hand as he looked at him with a smiley, amused face.

Thoughts rushed through your head like fast cars on a motorway. How did David know this woman? Was she one of his victims? Why does she look so familiar?

Your broken from your thoughts when Paul emerges and looks inside the box before plucking another photo out.

“This one it a good one too” Paul says with a smile “it was taken just a few days before she…”

Paul cuts himself off as he sighs and puts down the photo on the counter and you take a good look. It’s the same woman as before holding a infant, you’d say around 2-3 year old. She’s kissing the girls forehead and the child has a delighted look. Why does that little girl look so familiar?

“My granddaughter” Paul breaks the silence with a sullen tone “she went with Katie and never came back, she was a good kid”

“What was her name?” You ask as you comfortingly stroked his back when you saw tears well up in his eyes

“Y/n” he answered and you looked at him taken aback “I know, the universe surprised me when you walked in”

You head an engine rev outside and you look as Paul sadly as he takes the queue to wipe his eyes. You look at the photo once more and a wave of ice fills your blood.

While his backs turned, you take the photo and stuff it in your pocket before standing in front of him and hugging him. He doesn’t respond at first but he then embraces you.

“My uncles here” you announce as you release Paul “I have to go”

“See you Monday kid” Paul says as he pats your back

You rush out the bookstore and see Paul waiting on his bike with a bored look. Thank god it was Paul, he couldn’t read your emotions for the life of him.

“You good?” He asks with a frown as he hears your elevated heart beat and looks at the store with a glare “your boss being a creep?”

“No just running around after a customer” you lie and you get in the bike and wrap you arms around his waist.

Paul just shrugs his shoulders and takes the two of you to the cave on his bike.

Thank god he couldn’t sense your fear.

———————————————————————

“Hey baby” Dwayne greets you at the entrance of the cave with a hug “I’ve made dinner for you so you have enough energy for tonight”

“Okay dad” you say without thinking

“Dad?” Dwayne says with a questioning look, that wasn’t your usual name for him

“Sorry, I’ve got a lot on my mind” you say almost impatiently

Dwayne nods suspiciously and you rush past him to the living area. He calls after you but you send a half thought of excuse over your shoulder at him.

You look to see if anyone was in the living room, when you saw the coast was clear you walked towards the wall of the cave quickly.

You look up at the only photo that was hung up. A picture of your fathers standing together with a young you in David’s arms as they adoringly look at you.

You almost smile at the photo before an icy reminder runs down your spine. You had to stay on task

You pull out the photo of Paul’s daughter and her child. You look at it one more time before holding it beside the photo of you and your fathers.

You looked identical to the girl in the picture.

The reveal almost makes you drop the photo but your fear compelled you to grip it tight. What the fuck?

You were Katie’s daughter, you were Paul’s granddaughter. You were not your fathers child, they stole you.

Why would they do this? What did they do to Katie? Why didn’t they tell you? Were you just a pet to them? Or even worse, were you a future meal?

“You okay kid?” You heard David question from behind you, you turn and stuff the picture in your back pocket

“I’m f-fine” you stutter out as you try to act naturally

David just sighs and puts his hand on your shoulder while the other goes to your cheek. He looks at you with a reassuring look

“If your worried about tonight, don’t be” he reassures as he rubs your cheek lovingly “Paul will be there to protect you if things get out of hand”

“I know dad” you say with a forced smile “I need to get ready”

You rush out of his arms and walk down the caves halls with a fast pace. You reach your room and one thing goes through your mind

You have to get the fuck out of here.

#slashers x reader #lost boys x reader #lost boys x child reader #platonic lost boys x reader #yandere lost boys x reader #poly lost boys x reader #yandere lost boys #dad lost boys #the lost boys #lost boy x reader

[meggannn]

Megan's Blorbo Bracket

I got sick of my favorite characters getting knocked out of random tournaments and then me not caring about any of the possible winners. @perihelions suggested I make a bracket of just my favorite characters instead. So I present 32 blorbos: No matter who wins a poll, I will win because my blorbo wins, and no matter who loses, I lose because my blorblo loses. But the people who will lose most will undoubtedly be my followers, who have to sift through more junk posts from yours truly. Without further ado:

"You like so many things. How did you pick?" I limited myself to two blorbos per fandom and every pairing was randomized. I have other favorites that I left out for lack of blorbo energy, or I just wasn't feeling it, or I hit my "two per fandom" maximum. Maybe if I'm bored later I'll make a bracket of just the rejects.

"What's the schedule?" The first eight polls of Round 1 will go up this Friday, May 5. The second eight of Round 1 will go up on Saturday, March 6. Polls will have a 24-hour time limit. (But I'm not sure what tournament courtesy is; I can be convinced to make them a week long if there are strong feelings otherwise.)

"I'll just vote for my favorites and then skip the other polls if I don't recognize anyone." Please participate in every poll you happen to see. Really!

"But I don't recognize/am sick of seeing some of these people." You are welcome, nay, strongly encouraged, to participate if/when you do not know any of the contestants. Pick whomever's design or name or vibe you like the most or flip a coin. I also encourage spite-voting AGAINST ones you dislike. I want this tournament to be as chaotic and petty as possible. I do not however make any promises to change my blogging behavior based on the results.

"I don't know you. You're just some stranger I found in the search/tags." Perfect. Please vote.

"How will this affect your daily content?" My queue will continue running amidst this chaos. I will aim not to reblog poll posts while they're still live, to avoid spamming your dashboards. This means you have to set your clocks if you want to vote or just get lucky seeing a post. If there are any propaganda reblogs, I will only reblog them if I see them/find them funny, again to avoid spamming dashboards.

The tag is #MegansBlorboBracket if you'd like to follow or block it. A full list of Round 1 contestants and their fandoms are under the cut.

Round 1

Claude von Riegan (Fire Emblem: Three Houses/Hopes) vs Fujimoto (Ponyo)

Fenris (Dragon Age 2) vs Jin (Samurai Champloo)

Therem Harth rem ir Estraven (The Left Hand of Darkness) vs Howl Jenkins (Howl's Moving Castle)

Katniss Everdeen (The Hunger Games) vs Yangchen (Avatar: The Last Airbender/Chronicles of the Avatar)

Kurisu Makise (Steins;Gate) vs Venom (Venom)

Chell (Portal) vs Petra Macneary (Fire Emblem: Three Houses/Hopes)

Joy Wang/Jobu Tupaki (Everything Everywhere All At Once) vs Johanna Mason (The Hunger Games)

Aloy (Horizon Zero Dawn) vs Peter B Parker (Into the Spider-verse)

Greedling (Fullmetal Alchemist) vs Bigby Wolf (The Wolf Among Us)

Garrus Vakarian (Mass Effect) vs Makoto Niijima (Persona 5)

Inej Ghafa (Six of Crows) vs Hawke (Dragon Age 2)

Atem (Yu-Gi-Oh) vs Sokka (Avatar: The Last Airbender)

Riza Hawkeye (Fullmetal Alchemist) vs Miles Morales (Into the Spider-verse)

Shepard (Mass Effect) vs Yusuke Kitagawa (Persona 5)

Kaz Brekker (Six of Crows) vs Kim Kitsuragi (Disco Elysium)

Sun-King Avad (Horizon Zero Dawn) vs Aloth Corfiser (Pillars of Eternity)

#polls #megansblorbobracket #rejected characters include: korra; byleth; sylens; ashley williams; varric tethras; héctor rivera; among others

[widgenstain]

Alright, almost a week later, here is my review of Vanya and the night I saw it. Autocorrect didn't let me type this on my phone in my grimy bunk bed and that cold got me good, but here are my thoughts! @itsathingialwayssay , @shegottosayit , @illfayted17 this might interest you. Be aware, there are spoilers for the play as well as the production behind the read more.

I saw the play on Monday September 25th, so my opinions are based on that evening, can’t say anything about other nights!

I’ll start with some negatives:

The theatre. Not so much the interior or the personnel, who are absolutely lovely, but why oh why did I have to hear the trains throughout the whole performance?! At first, I thought it was on purpose, with it being the Russian country side, so you might hear some trains here and there, but no, it’s Charing Cross that you hear. Also it’s freaking expensive, but we knew that.

Secondly, I was annoyed by the audience. It was a surprisingly large number of classic elderly theatre goers, who all seemed to enjoy themselves a lot (except for one guy who snored), some teenagers dragged there by their parents (or the promise of seeing Moriarty) and some assholes, like the ladies next to me. One came in after the first act, prosecco in hand, they whispered to each other during weird moments and generally seemed bored and/or disappointed. Which is their prerogative, you don’t have to like everything I do, but with these two it seemed… performative.

Also, about the standing ovations: I get Andrew’s critique, it’s dumb if you feel like you MUST do it, but the fact is, that in a theatre that small, you don’t get to see the person bowing, if you don’t stand up. So yeah, people stood up, I did too (because unlike in Austria where you clap for like 5 minutes if you DIDN’T like it and for like 30 if you did, in the UK they only come out to take a bow once or twice and I wanted to see him), but these two ladies just left with sourpuss faces.

Thirdly the cigarettes. I knew he was going to smoke on stage, what I wasn’t prepared for was them smelling this bad. They’re not normal cigarettes, they’re of the self-rolled, cheap student tobacco kind, that you only really use for blunts. They reeked. If you’re in the first few rows, I’m sorry.

Fourthly, I don’t know if the play really lent itself to a one man show. Don’t get me wrong, I loved what Simon did with it, the way he mostly cut out the love rivalry between Vanya and the doctor, and shifted the focus more on Helena was a great decision. It made the play more cohesive and boiled it down to its message quicker. Loved the modern language and the Britishisms (could have dealt without the name changes, no one is called Vanya in a play named Vanya) and it was truly laugh out loud funny at times, which is great, because I’m depressed enough without listening to depressed Russian people for a full show.

But still, while it all worked in the end, I think there are plays better suited for this treatment. I have spoken to shegottosayit about this, but I also think they kinda expected a familiarity with the play, because it helps you following the plot. I talked to two girls in the queue outside though and they weren’t familiar with the play and understood it well, so what do I know.

Which brings me to the great stuff. The whole thing starts with Andrew just wandering on stage, smiling into the audience, switching off our lights and turning them on on stage. As if to communicate, ok, we’re in the theatre, you’re here to watch a play, I am an actor doing that play, like we’re all in on a joke. He starts with the different characters and they all have an identifier. For example, Vanya has his sunglasses, Helena her chain, Sonya her dishrag and it’s all nice, haha, see the actor is using props, so you know who is who, it’s simple and harmless. That’s how he gets you. Because he doesn’t need them and over the course of the play he starts playing and fucking with them and it’s SO GOOD!

He doesn’t change his voice much between characters, except the two “funny” ones (and maybe Alexander), there he goes a bit into more comical registers, but for the main characters he pretty much uses the same voice. And you still can tell them apart! Because he changes posture, his body language, yes, his tone, but not his voice and the levels of masculinity and femininity (in a traditional sense), yet he never veers into camp or offensive (that aspect really fed into my unpopular opinion on the whole “straight actors in gay roles” discourse, which I will never talk about). It’s incredible to watch how fast and seamlessly he does that and how effortless too. That’s the craziest thing about watching him act, he makes it seem easy, as if it’s nothing to him.

And the faces. The theatre has opera binoculars you can rent for one pound, I forgot my glasses (mild myopia, objects further away get blurry after a long day, especially if they’re an actor I’m watching from the second to last row), so I was super glad to have them and look at his face close up. What did I see? He changes faces. I’ve seen him do it before, but in this it’s instantly and so quickly! I’m not gonna lie, it’s a bit creepy how he can change his facial shape somehow and go from sweet Sonya to hardened Ivan Vanya. It’s not just countenance or expressions, it’s something else and wow is it impressive! But a bit scary too once you think about it. ^^’

Also “zooming in” on him really cleared up something I’ve been wondering about ever since I’ve seen King Lear: One of Andrew’s biggest shortcomings on film can be that he sometimes comes across as too much, as a bit over the top. It is a theatre actor thing and he’s not the only one doing it (especially not in King Lear) and yes, that completely disappears live on stage. He acts for the whole house, but it always feels natural.

The one thing that felt a little bit forced was the singing in the end, he's right, he’s not a good singer (sorry!) and it took me out a little bit. The ending of Vanya is beautiful and heartfelt, I get what they wanted to achieve with him singing “If you go away”, it was a pause, a mood setter, but I think there are better ways to do this than through a musical interlude. That said, I saw A Little Life the other night, which is by the same production company, they made poor James Norton sing too and compared to him Andrew sings like an angel. So maybe I’m just a massive snob (hint: I am).

The other things that took me out a little were the sex scenes. Yeah, sex scenes in a one man play where the original play has none (at least not explicitly so). Damn, it’s been almost a week and my mind is still reeling from them. Did I like them? I have no fucking clue! I seriously need to talk to someone who didn’t have Andrew star in all her lonely sexy fantasies for the past 4 years, because I need to know how they affected someone with a normal, working brain who is not me.

I was torn between “wtf is going on” “JESUS HE TOOK HIS SHIRT OFF” “…you’re watching a dude make out with himself…” “…the sounds…” “don’t look at his naked back while he’s humping the stage, that’s rude, OH GOD YES LOOK AT HIS NAKED BACK, LOOK AT IT MOVE”. The second scene was even worse, because he’s standing up against a door, entangles his fucking impressive arms and moans as the lady while you see him move as the guy. Which was, yes, hotconfusingweird too, but I could have dealt with it, if he hadn’t mimed the penetration literally two seconds before and my brain just short-circuited and disappeared downstairs. The third confusingly hot thing happens in the end, when the doctor says his goodbyes. It’s actually a very good and touching scene, it has been set up that he’s falling into alcoholism and now that all his endeavours are nil, he downs more than half a bottle of vodka. We’ve all seen Andrew chug that beer in The Town and he does it here as well, but it takes a while and it’s so quiet in the theatre that you can hear him swallow and cry all the way through. Yeah. Yeah, I know.

Seriously though, there are more than one moment when the whole theatre is just stock-still. I mean, people laughed and reacted, again, one guy snored, I sighed a lot at Sonya (#ohlookitme), but in the important moments the theatre was dead quiet. Except for Charing Cross, of course.

When I left the theatre, my brain was buzzing and I walked out right into the backstage area. I read “backstage to the right” and was ready to walk to the right, even though no one was there. Except that stupid me HAD to ask the security, who I recognised from pics and the Cyrano backstage, if that was the way to the signings. And no, it wasn’t, that’s literally in front of the theatre (and honestly, probably why there are no selfies allowed this time, if they were, people would block that busy street for hours), I was walking towards the actual stage door. If I had had just one ounce of more self-confidence, I just could have kept on walking into the dressing rooms, God damnit!! (I’m kidding, I would never do that, and it would most likely get me banned for life, but still, it was a funny situation and that security was actually really nice and cool).

As for the signing, it’s a straight-forward affair, you line up, you move forwards, he signs your stuff, you move on (except if you’re an old lady, but more of that later). I soaked him in in all my manic brain overloaded happiness while waiting for my turn though, and the first thing I noticed was that he isn’t as short as people pretend he is. Yes, he wore some trainers with a thicker sole, but with them he wasn’t that much shorter than I am. Perfect height, for eye-contact, just saying.

Second thing was that he’s in the shape of his life, dear Lord! I always read him as wiry, which can look buff on screen, but no, he’s genuinely, proper buff. Those are some serious arms and just generally he’s wider than I would have expected. Other than that, he looks pretty much exactly like he does on screen. Some actors don’t, they’re either plainer or prettier (Anne-Marie Duff, she really was fucked over by some cruel form of unphotogenicness) in fact, the second night I went there I saw Sam Yates (he shook my hand :D) and he does not look like he does in pics for example. Andrew does. He has a fascinating and alive face and looks just like he did in that Vanity Fair video, except without the orange goo.

The first night I saw Simon Stephens coming out the stage door too and I literally hopped over to him, beaming like a loon. He and the people he was with were SO nice and so helpful, he signed my version of Vanya (the German edition) and I could actually voice my thoughts (which I couldn’t with Andrew) and tell him how much his interviews have helped me through the lockdowns and how I admire his writing, bla bla bla.

Anyway, I made him laugh, he shook my hand and said “it was a pleasure meeting you [widge’s real name]” in which moment my jaw literally did that looney tunes thing and dropped to my chest. Night was MADE, you don’t understand how much!

[Here I cut out a large chunk of extra thoughts to allow myself to post this in the tags]

Anyway, back to the old lady, she was the one who made Andrew laugh during the signing (LOVE that laugh), I passed her on the way back to the train and had to talk to her. She was a proper lady, dressed elegantly and she was the first damn person outside the theatre who understood my need to DISCUSS the play! Everyone else in the line was talking about other things, I had to PROCESS what had happened. She and her assistant were so cool, and she said she’d absolutely loved it and had a ton of other well thought through opinions on it. Big fan of her, no idea what her name is, but we all should get some cool older ladies to talk about theatre with, when our brains are buzzing with so many new impressions!

I aimlessly wandered on over the Thames after that, sat down in some red paint on the way, which made my jeans look interesting for the rest of the trip and had to just move for a while to cool down. I did go to the queue the next day too, just to be a little less tongue tied around Andrew (it did not work, whatsoever xD), but that was the day Joe Alwyn and a fox made an appearance, so it was totally worth it. As was the whole international camaraderie in the queue. Honestly, I’ve missed that, just people being excited about something together, I got hugged by a tiny Indian (?) girl and a Russian lady, all because we’re a bunch of excited nerds outside of theatre. It felt fucking great.

#andrew scott #vanya #simon stephens #anton chekhov

[whisperingrockandroll]

WR&R MYSTERY KIDS LORE & WORLDBUILD MASTER POST

Gear up, kids, because this will be a long one.

It's been a while since I posted a new comic. Pretty soon there'll be a bunch, because I've been sitting on a mountain of scripts and just started making progress on actually making them into comics. I wanna build up a nice little backlog that I can queue up and not worry about for a long while. In the meantime though, I have something I hope will tide you guys over.

There's been a problem with my comic from the very beginning I've never really thought to address for years, and until now, I never found a good place for it. That problem is "worldbuilding." Originally when this comic started out, it was just a Psychonauts comic. Then I got into Mystery Kids, and the MKs just showed up out of nowhere.

If you're still interested, click under the cut. If you already find this post boring and kind of long, just skip it.

We never got any information on how the Mystery Kids club started or how they all met. For the longest time, I kind of just defered to the collective fandom's various disorganized headcanons and ideas and stuff. But I think enough time has passed that those ideas have all changed, been forgotten about, or branched off into their own individual works.

So, it's finally time for me to fix that by giving this comic its own set of lore and backstory. In this post I'm going to explain how everything happened, how the kids came together and what order everything happened in. This is kind of written for my own personal amusement, but also as a guide to keep in mind when I'm writing new stories in this setting, to keep things consistent.

PART ONE: THE CANON HISTORY

The first step for this little exercise is to figure out when all the stuff in the original "canon" happened. This is where things get a little messy, because we have to figure out a proper order for everything so all the pieces can fit into place.

First, we have to come up with a system for naming the different eras and phases where things happen, so we can more easily compartmentalize the different events. So we'll call the first year the Mystery Kids are together "Year One." Anything before that we'll call Year -1 or -2.

Year -2 is where we'll put the events of Paranorman. They happen in Fall, around Halloween probably. Nearly the end of the year. It's important to set this part the furthest back for reasons we'll get into later.

Year -1 is where we'll put Coraline and Psychonauts. Dipper and Mabel are still in Pidemont. There are a few references in the comic to Raz still having a water problem due to "the curse." But in PN2 he conquers the curse. We'll chock that up to lingering after-effects and him trying to get past the mental block.

Near the end of Year -1, Aggie returns and reunites with Norman in events identical to how they played out in Ask-Norgatha. A lot of things that happen are very similar to that old blog, with the exception being Norman and Aggie don't get together. That comes later.

Year 1 is when Gravity Falls happens. Coraline and Norman are family friends (or cousins? I haven't decided, maybe not. Maybe 'honoary cousins'?) Anyway, so: things play out pretty much how they did in that fan episode people made. Doctor Loboto (during a villainous relapse, or a manic episode) comes to Gravity Falls, Raz and Lili chase after him, Coraline and Wybie come with Norman's family on a vacation to Gravity Falls. Aggie stays behind because Norman doesn't want her to get lost. At this point, her Poltergeist powers haven't kicked in yet and other people can't see her, meaning she'd have no way to get home.

So, during Loboto's shennanigans, the kids all come together to stop him. That's when we move into…

PART TWO: THE FANON HISTORY

Note: in this period, my comic has a lot of Holiday specials. We're operating on Peanuts rules here, where the time-scaling slides around to keep the characters from aging. But we'll say in the "real" canon, the stuff that happens on Holidays actually happen on regular days, for the most part. If things "have to" happen on a Holiday, they'll all happen on the same one, just at different times. We'll try not to think too hard about this, because it's just a cartoon. We're out to make a consistent world, but not to arbitrarily restrict ourselves. None of this stuff happened in the "real" world anyway.

Anyway, moving right along to the rest of "Year 1." This is for the comics I made while the show was still airing, so things all kind of click together.

This is where the first Mystery Kids Adventure happens. The kids are all united and save the day. All of this happens right in the middle of the events of Gravity Falls. From then on out, the kids have adventures together on and off, but its a little hard because they have to travel a pretty great distance to hang out together. They keep in touch on social media and stuff, occasionally finding ways to fake excuses to go out and travel together. But mostly, the group is pretty disorganized.

Dib is also a mindless fanboy of the group and wants to join, but everybody thinks he's weird and annoying, so they try their best to politely blow him off. Then he builds a teleporter that lets the kids get together easier, but the thing just barely works. Dib is made a "junior member" and just sort of hangs around.

The kids have a "clubhouse", but it's just a shanty shack built by Soos, half a mile away from the Mystery Shack.

At some point during this period, the Bedlam returns and the kids have to team up to stop her. Aggie helps somehow with her newly-emerging poltergiest powers. The Bedlam is defeated, and that's the last "real" adventure they have for a little while. They don't have a reliable way to meet up anymore, so they only get together for parties and stuff. This is where the Season 3 Finale happens, if you've read my archives.

PART THREE: THE CURRENT SITUATION

From Season 4 and onwards, everything that happens to the Mystery Kids happens in Year 2. That's where we are now.

It starts with Dib on one of his own little adventures. Somehow, he ends up stumbling on an abandoned treehouse that used to belong to the Kids Next Door. It hasn't been populated in years, but its full of still-functional tech that just got left behind. With it, Dib's able to power-up the teleporter technology and now the Mystery Kids can come together whenever they want. You need to stand perfectly still for like five minutes for the teleporter to work, so it isn't a "get out of danger free" plot device.

Seems like a REALLY important development to happen offscreen and go totally unmentioned, right? Well… I thought of it retroactively, so, whoops! But it's fine. We'll just have to make a flashback comic later where the kids find it.

So, from now on, everything that happens in the comic happens here, in Year 2.

If you've read this far, I'd like to thank you for humoring my nonsensical fanfiction ramblings for my silly mspaint webcomic. I hope you had fun and got as much out of that as I did. I'm really happy I was finally able to put it all together in one coherent place.

#Mystery Kids #Psychonauts #Gravity Falls #Coraline #Paranorman #Invader Zim #Long Post #Lore Dump

[starrydeckhand]

1, 3, 14, and 38 please c: <2

heya!!!!! :3

what are 3 things you’d say shaped you into who you are?

i feel like the obvious answer is the traumas, and yeah they did shape me in a way, but it kinda feels like cheating lol! rn i'm trying to pinpoint what really made me, me. i think art in general molded me in unthinkable amount of ways, like all the movies, songs and games i've consumed. the next thing would be all the places i've visited with my family when i was young, all the museums, historical sites and foreign countries, they all gave me this sense of wonder and curiosity and wisdom i think. and there's this thing i don't remember, cause maybe it was always there, but ever since i was very little (like 3/4 y/o maybe younger even) i've always had this strong sense of justice. i'd regularly beat up kids in my kindergarten, who bullied my disabled friend and the pattern would repeat in school and in other areas of my life. and nothing got me more joy and in trouble more than this lmaoooo

3. 3 films you could watch for the rest of your life and not get bored of?

OHHHHHHH THIS ONE IS SO HARD!!!!!! literally i've been staring at my letterboxd thinking pondering wondering what to put here, but ig i'll never be fully satisfied with what i pick so here: Speed Racer (there's just so much going on, go watch a trailer rn and you'll see what i mean), Pride and Prejudice and Whisper of the Heart!!

14. what’s something you’ve always wanted to do but maybe been to scared to do?

i've always wanted to do a karaoke night with my friends! i love singing, nothing relaxes me more in the world than singing and it's always meant a lot to me in terms of connecting with people! that's why i love live music, etc!! but i'm scared of damaging my friends eardrums with my horrible voice and i get the stage fright a lot, sadly.

Tho, recently one of my friends from uni enrolled me and a few other folks into karaoke queue at a bar (without telling us about it lol) and i was going to just skip it, but when another of my friends heard my name being called out and realized i was going to chicken out, he just started pushing me towards the stage, the bastard (affectionally)! i ended up singing with all of them and it was so nice C: so maybe i'll try it someday again! but i still got a long way to go me thinks

38. fave song at the moment?

AUUUUUUUUUU so tough!! HMMMM UUU I GOT IT!!!!! Love is Fire by GRLwood is SOOOO fun!!!!!!!

thank you so much for the ask!!!!!!!!! it was a lot of fun and good thinking C: <2

#ask game #snowychicken #thank you for the ask again!! <2 #sorry it took so long to answer this ask but i think that's what makes an excellent choice in questions #if it takes you super long to answer it usually means the q really made you think c:

[gender-goth]

do you have any tips on how to start a npt / coining blog? they seem so fun and they all look really pretty!! (yours is so pleasing to look at btw)

ahhh thank you!!! tbh I don't think I have anything really beneficial to say?? it's honestly all about having fun and enjoying what you make! I personally started my blog (and my coining journey) off my special interest in persona and my love for gothic culture. things like that really makes me have fun coming up with coining posts or NPTs!

I also feel like coming up with the uncommon words and related troupes of certain requests can help you not get stuck and also will very much expand your vocabulary and how to brainstorm effectively. (for example, if somebody asked for detective pronouns I'd think what's associated with them? what are famous detectives or detective media? what's a common detective troupe? what's an attribute of detectives? could I pair detectives with something else that'd fit the realm of the theme? things like that! I also often look into synonyms of words for pronouns and titles, and look up names that may mean something relating to the theme or that may end in a similar sounding word or phrase as said theme! (ex. For a Villain theme, I'd find names ending with ain or in or directly meaning villain)

I'd also like to say that you don't have to make your blog aesthetic in any way! a simple layout is fine and sometimes is just what's best! (and also to be careful with it too, as I've heard a lot of Tumblr's customizable features are very inaccessible to those who use screen readers, and using fonts is pretty much a no-go if you wish to make your blog accessible as well)

Try to keep a coherent system between your posts not only for your followers but for yourself! I often like to keep the same tags, a similar post format, and some sort of request system to help me. For requesting formats, see what fits better! Is it easier to queue your posts so you have infinite content to post while you work on others? Would you prefer to upload them all at once / at the time you get to them? (which I personally do) Maybe you don't want to have multiple posts for one ask, and just put it all in one! Find what works best for you and don't be afraid to change it up if one doesn't work so well for you!

And lastly, work on your own schedule! Are you often busy or easily overwhelmed? Add an inbox cap and only take those requests at a time! This will help ease the load if your blog happens to get popular and you've got a lot of requests coming in. Or maybe it's just something you do in a pastime and you wish to collect up some requests to do when you're bored? Have a always open inbox so you can simply pick up a request for some fun brainstorming! Or maybe you're seeking to only get specific type of requests? Make limited requests to what you're tailored for and have some fun with your preferred medias!

At the end of the day, your blog is what you make it. You don't need to be like me, or any other npt / coining blog! Just be yourself, do what you please and have fun! I hope some of this helps because I'm not very good at explaining myself... Most of my drive for this stuff is my catastrophic autism doing it's thing 💀

#its showtime