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winndycakes · 29 days

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I did not wish to make this, I do not wish to bring bad light to others, so I am doing everything I can in this statement to keep it as vague as possible to grant others the same privacy I should have. But because my privacy was not respected I have no choice but to come forward with this.

If you know what I am talking about, then this is my side of things. If you don't know what I am talking about, then please move on.

(Also to note, I realize what day I am posting this on. This is absolutely NOT a joke.)

To preface this. My dad died suddenly Feb 26th. I cannot begin to detail what it feels like to lose him, after I've lost many others, to try and handle my emotions and grief while also handling the logistics of his belongings and estate, all this while having to write this on top of it. If I come across as intense, this is why.

I was in a discord server when it first opened. I dedicated a lot of time, energy, art and passion to it. I was even a mod at one point but stepped down due to my own reasons.

While there, we had an anonymous survey posted to gather information from the community about the server, what we could do to improve, what was liked and so on. Instead, some used it as a means to anonymously complain about members. I was a target of these complaints.

A quick note. This server was made within a community that has suffered MANY hardships due to anons. Keep this in mind.

One of the rules is that if you have a personal grievance with another member, to try to resolve it through DMs before coming to a mod or to even send in a ticket.

I must be clear; I was NEVER DMed by anyone how I made them uncomfortable. Not once. Nor were these complaints directly messaged to the mods. This was all through the survey (I will touch up more on this later).

I and other staff/mods that used to be on the team suggested we remove the anonymity. It's too risky for it to be abused, because as noted earlier, this community has suffered a lot through abuse from anons. This suggestion was ignored.

Now, I suppose I should say what the complaints were about. I was told I made others uncomfortable due to, and I am paraphrasing here; "talking over others, redirecting conversations back to myself and my ocs, and making too many jokes and insults about characters."

I will also say. I am autistic. What was mentioned are signs of someone with autism. My dad was autistic. I do not bring this up to deflect or excuse anything, merely to give further context.

I want to explain a bit of my process when I interact with others, in this case especially pertaining to an online space.

When I am talking with someone, anyone, I try to be as inclusive and welcoming as I can be. Saying hello, how they’re doing, that sort of thing. But a conversation is a two way street. If I don’t get a reply or any sort of means to keep the conversation going, I move on. That’s just… how talking goes. I can get very passionate in talking to folks, especially friends and things in line with my interests. It’s hard for me to notice if folks are uncomfortable in person, online it is impossible to tell. I need people to tell me directly if I am doing something uncomfortable and what it is, and if I can fix it.

My process for ocs is this: I see someone talking about their oc, they say something that reminds me of one of mine, then I share my oc. This is not to direct the conversation to me, but to share in it, it is in conjunction. I want to learn more of yours and I do that best by sharing mine. I cannot know if this isn't what you want if I am not told. And I wasn't.

I like to make jokes about characters, analyze them, critique them. I try to do this in a way that makes it clear this isn't an insult to those who like the character(s). But again, I need to be told directly by someone if I need to stop or tone it down. I would only be told sparingly by folks, and when I would, of course I'd stop, do my best to tone it down. But again, I was rarely told directly by people.

What is being described as my crimes are simply the experience of being autistic.

I cannot control it. I cannot stop it. I try to be as inclusive, warm and welcoming to all I come across. You do not HAVE to like me. But if you don't, just ignore me. You HAVE to learn to ignore people who you just… don't like. You have to learn to ignore pet peeves or to reasonably talk to the person. That's life.

So, when I received the above message, I was furious. I was at my dad’s apartment, cleaning out his stuff, and dealing with some harrowing emotions when I got this. I responded that getting this was extremely poor timing and yes, I was angry. But the one who sent this KNEW my dad died. They had seen me post about it, they acknowledged it, and still decided to message me. Who wouldn’t be angry?

Because of what I had been messaged, and the timing, I had decided to go to the owner of the server. I did not feel like it was appropriate for a mod, any mod, to message me about something that is a personal issue that folks should have messaged me themselves (and again, it is listed in the rules that things SHOULD be talked out privately between members before a mod gets involved), in a time that has been hell on earth for me.

I explained to the server owner what all happened with my feelings on the matter. I said that regardless, I would leave the server, because this was something that no one, absolutely no one, should experience. I requested for anything I contributed to the server to be removed, for I no longer felt comfortable for folks to use my art who could be the very same ones pettily using an anonymous survey to speak ill of me. So I sent my message, waited, and got a response.

I do not have anything against the server owner, but there are a few things that I must address with their response as well, because some are factually incorrect. There is full admittance to the complaints received through the anonymous survey, most recently at that. This goes counter to the rules stated that members should resolve private disputes amongst themselves first. (Again please note the screenshots of the rules.)

While perhaps not all of the mods knew of my dad’s passing, but enough DID that they should have known better. I posted briefly in the server in a slow thread so it could be better seen by people, including the mods. I had posted on tumblr as well. But the claim is no one saw it.

Again. This is just not true. Look to the above screenshots.

I do not have a screenshot of when I had sent the message initially in the server of my dad’s passing (I apologize for this), but the point being is that people knew. Another member messaged me in DMs to give their condolences. While I am and have been open about his passing, I also tried my best to not talk too much about it in the server as to bring down the mood, and I sought out the server and talked there as a source of comfort. Saying this was not clear to anyone, is false.

Now, I am sorry that I made people uncomfortable, it was never my intention to, and I will take fault in that. That isn’t what I mean to address in all this. The issue is; if people were uncomfortable, they needed to follow the rules and come to me DIRECTLY stating such, NOT give these complaints through an anonymous survey. And that I should NOT have been told during such an awful period. How can I take this at face value when I am not offered the same?

I wish to point out as well, why I kept bringing up the anonymous survey, and to bring back a note I made earlier.

There is a great deal of falsehood in using an anonymous survey to gather information, when this community has experienced a lot of hardship from anons. I have seen many people torn down and even chased out of this community and others because of people hiding behind anon. Creators, fans, and yes members, mods and even the server owner have all been victim to negativity from anons.

Now, I also must bring attention to this.

This is a screenshot I was sent of another mod posting, after I left. This is ABSOLUTELY NOT OKAY. This is why I feel the need to make this statement. Giving details like this is completely unnecessary, and with this said after I left is unacceptable.

I am sorry to be redundant, but I truly am sorry if I ever did make people uncomfortable. All I wanted to do was to make friends and share in the joy in creating art and characters with others. To share space in a community with something I truly found enjoyable. It’s why I’d get enthusiastic whenever OC’s were brought up and I’d share mine. I also wanted to share joy in the topic of the server, and yes some of that for me IS making jokes about characters or even giving critique.

I am not saying any of this to bad mouth or slander anyone. I say all of this to express my side of things. Someone who is grieving the loss of their dad, and so many others who came before him that are making me remember now because of his passing.

#winndy serious

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stargirlfics · 1 year

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I’ve been doing a lot of reflecting lately about being a black writer and the choice I made a few years ago to start writing for other black girls like myself, purposefully stating that my fics are written with a black reader or black OC or black latina reader because I had never seen that before in fanfic and wanted to make a space for us, and for myself too where that was possible.

I realized I could start writing the kinds of stories where someone with brown skin, dark skin and black features with hair like mine or my friend’s could be the main character, could be in love, and taken care and allowed to be sensitive and emotional and angry and at the center of the story for once!

At least to me, from where I was when I started posting my writing on here, I think it was just myself and a handful of other black writers that were really the first to start writing specifically for black readers, for a non white audience, because up until that point any character fic you searched for was mostly likely going to be white coded or have a white OC. I don’t think I ever really give myself much credit for it but I’m trying to get better at that so I’m going to take the space to say I’m really proud to be one of the first to do that in the fandoms I was in at that time.

Unfortunately a lot of those writers I was inspired by and was writing alongside have left or stopped writing or moved their writing elsewhere because as much as there was positive responses and people finding representation, there was also a lot of racism and harassment and just awful treatment thrown our way too.

Lately I’ve really stopped to think about how much harassment I myself experienced, how many times I had to turn my asks off from racist anons and hate I was getting, and how there was a point in time where it was frequent to see black writers or other writers of color on here dealing with racist comments.

So much of that was not okay at all, especially when I think about how nobody was really sticking up for us besides each other, it was hardly a peep from other white writers and I don’t think it was as called out as it should have been at the time which is why what my dear friend @obiknights says about that in their response here is what made me write this post because it was said so plainly and correctly! (That entire post including OP’s words is spot on and important to talk about btw so I encourage everyone to read it!!)

The writing spaces in fandom and just in general are not catered to anyone outside the white/cis box and I’m thankful it’s been a long time since I’ve had to deal with any harassment but I still see it happen and I still see how often we are ignored or given less recognition. I know that my writing receives less interaction and that less people give reading it a chance because it doesn’t cater to them as a white person and sometimes that still really frustrates me and makes me angry.

All this to say I think people, myself included need to be reminded that there’s still a lot of work to do and there’s always ways to support black writers, black queer writers and artists, human beings, on here who put so much of our love and time and energy into creating amazing stuff and we deserve to take up space too.

I’ll never stop writing about people who look like me, I love it too much, I love how rich our creativity is and frankly, out of pure spite for being told so many times my writing wasn’t realistic for having a black woman as the protagonist, I’m going to keep writing these stories forever! <3

#text #just had some things to say 💌#writing things #racism in fandom

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smalltimidbean · 4 months

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Hi! I'm Ruben, and this is my art blog! I mostly post silly OCs and original stuff, or whatever I happen to be hyperfixated on at the time! Read on to find out more!

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About

I am Ruben, but most people call me Bean, and I also go by Ben - so feel free to use any of those names, I'll respond to them all!

I'm 27, Non-Binary, and I use They/Them pronouns. I've been doing art pretty much all my life, and I do it somewhat professionally. I enjoy all types of art, but my mains are drawing and animation - but don't be surprised if there are some crafts or other medias here and there too!

I am autistic, and have severe social anxiety (among other disabilities), so please be patient with me if I take a while to respond, have an under/overreaction to something, or do not understand something right away! I also tend to forget things a lot, so you can always give me a reminder, if it has been a while - just please do not spam me!

I love getting asks about my characters, and AUs, even if I cannot answer them all - I have many askblogs for more specific characters/settings, which are linked below if you wanna check them out!

Please keep in mind that some of my characters are villainous, aggressive or just plain mean, and any actions or responses may be rude, violent or upsetting! When I respond in character, I am just playing a character, and their actions do not reflect me, and should not be taken personally!

DMs I am more hesitant about bc of the mentioned anxiety, so if you wish to DM me, please have a reason to be doing so - I don't tend to respond to just 'hi', and asking for free art will probably end up in a block. I also do not RP at all, so please do not ask.

I tend to vent a lot! I use art as a form of catharsis and to avoid hurting myself irl, so there might randomly be some upsetting content posted, but I do tag these with 'vent tag', and the appropriate CW tags - please see below for them

My art (and characters) is not for free use! So please do not repost, edit, trace my art, and please do not use it in videos/games, or for AI bots/databases. If you see my art somewhere, that I did not approve of, and regardless if it is credited or not, please let me know!

That being said, if you really want to use my art somewhere, please ask first! Usually the use as an icon, or in a silly meme, is fine - just ask first!

I don't do requests for things I am not interested in, and I probably will not draw your OC for free. I do take suggestions for things I am interested in, and might do the occasional art trade with mutuals/friends. I do also take commissions (but my sheet needs a big update, so prices may change soon).

I switch sonas around a lot! Bean is my main one (in a semi-realistic style and a more cartoonish one), but do not be surprised if I am sometimes depicted as a furry or a monster now and then.

These sonas are also both a representation of me, and characters in my stories. I try to define when I am 'in-character' and 'out-of-character', so please keep this in mind when commenting/asking.

Fanart of my characters and AUs is okay, and always appreciated! Please try to represent the characters(s) the best you can, and ask before doing making significant design changes (such as a 'Genderbend' or 'Species Swap' etc). Again, I am forgetful, so if I do not acknowledge it within a week or so, please give me a nudge!

I don't mind minors following, as most of my stuff is SFW, but please keep in mind that I am an adult, and may upload an occasional suggestive post or joke. These are also tagged as needed.

Good golly this is so long, but I think that's it for this part

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Interests

I am currently mainly into Pizza Tower, and the OCs I have created for it, so that is mostly what you will see at the moment! - I have currently two AUs I am focused on, mainly the one where it's just my interpretation of the game (no name for this one yet), and then my secondary called 'Cheeseshop AU', with Brick the Rat as the protag, and species are swapped! (So Brick is human, Peppino and Gustavo are rats etc)

I also have a lot of original stories, characters and concepts, and will post those too! I tend to jump from idea to idea and back again, so do not mind if I am talking about one genre in one post, and then it completely changes the next post. (Although most are just slice-o-life with fantasy elements)

Other interests are: FNAF (previous hyperfixation, kinda comes and goes and may have occasional posts here), Bugsnax (also a previous hyperfixation, mainly when the game came out but not so much any more), Pokemon (not a hyperfixation, I just think they're neat), and... That's pretty much it, that I can think of! I don't tend to get into fandoms much, and I just focus on one thing for years haha

I am also not really looking for other things to be interested in, so please do not take it personally if I do not look at or get into anything suggested to me.

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Content Warnings

As mentioned before, I vent a lot, but I also enjoy drawing some body horror or gore for fun, if the mood strikes! These are tagged simply as '[thing]' for blocking purposes, but please let me know if there are tags I have missed!

Common, will not be tagged: Mild Body Horror (things like extra eyes or limbs, or slightly melty people etc), Scars, Foul Language, Depictions of Panic Attacks/Meltdowns, Use of Caps and Glitched/Zalgo text

Uncommon, will be tagged: Eye Strain, Alcohol Use, Smoking (mostly regular cigarettes, but maybe weed too), Partial Nudity (bare chests mostly), Mildly Suggestive Jokes or Imagery, Emetophobia/Vomit, Blood, Violence, Moderate to Severe Body Horror (like excessive amounts of extra eyes or teeth, beings fused together etc), Guns, Self-Harm, Suicidal Thoughts, Gore, Implied Cannibalism, Implied Death

Rare, will be tagged, and under a read-more cut: Very Suggestive Jokes or Imagery, On Screen Cannibalism, On Screen Death

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Tags and Other Blogs/Links

My text post/ask tag is 'bean talks too much' and OC tags are 'OC: [OC's name]'. Other tags are for organisation, or just me talking to myself - and I do that a lot.

I am SmallTimidBean pretty much everywhere, although I mainly only post here, my characters to my Toyhou.se or ARPG stuff on my DeviantArt - and I have a Kofi, if you want to send a tip my way! (Not necessary, but very much appreciated if you do!)

I do have a Discord, but I am not comfortable giving it out unless we have interacted at least a few times! If you do find it by chance, please do not just send a friend request, I am unlikely to accept it for my own comfort.

My main blog, and the one that I follow from, is @smalltimidbean-reblogs - mainly just reblogs of art I like, animals or funny posts.

My currently active askblog is @ask-the-totally-real-peppino - an ask blog for Pep (my version of Fake Peppino from Pizza Tower)

I have several other askblogs, and just blogs in general, but I will put them under cut, as most are inactive or plain dead (I just keep them for archival sake, or the rare chance I may return to them)

@ask-the-music-man - Inactive FNAF askblog for Music Man, DJ Music Man and other FNAF characters, might return to it at some point but not right now

@we-bear-wicked-smiles - Inactive FNAF askblog for Nightmare and the other Nightmare animatronics, might also return to it but also not right now

@ask-lionel-ottaviani - Inactive askblog for a monster security guard named Lionel, will probably never return to it bc the group it was a part of disbanded, and I have bad memories with it - however Lionel and his friends show up here and an AU version where he is human feature on the Music Man blog

@bensnax - Inactive Bugsnax blog, was mostly reblogs, but I did intend to post my Grumpus characters there too (I think there's like one post of some of them) - probably will not return any time soon, as Bugsnax is not a major interest right now

@ask-a-genectric - Inactive Pokemon askblog for a Gengar/Manectric hybrid called Lexus, would like to return to it but unlikely

@the-bashful-skuntank - Inactive Pokemon askblog for a Skuntank named Fleur, would also like to return to it but unlikely

@thedailyzangoose - Previously a daily blog for the Pokemon Zangoose, but was revamped into an askblog for a troop of Zangoose characters, inactive and unlikely to return to it

@little-beast-bakery - A suggestion based blog to create little characters for people to adopt, never got off the ground and probably never will

I have a few other blogs that were OC specific askblogs, but I never posted to them, so no reason to link them. I did also have two NSFW blogs that are still technically up, but were nuked after the NSFW ban of 2018 - I am not going to link them for obvious reasons, but if you do somehow find them, keep it to yourself please!

Okay, this is very long, but I think that is it! Thank you for reading if you are down here!

#info #rules #pinned #about #reference

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gerudospiriit · 6 months

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[Alright, I warned you guys. Here's that juicy PSA I promised you all. It's going to cover an array of different topics that I feel need addressing and general clearing up. At least in regards to how I view things and operate here on this blog. I also hope this doesn't scare my new followers away alkjsf.]

First things first and maybe doesn't need to be said but, in case some people haven't noticed, I am pretty opinionated, and I will share my opinions here if I feel like it. However, I will never spout any negative opinions about any singular person here on this blog. I have never done it and I will never do it, explicitly or implicitly. That's not how I operate. I do my best to only give opinions and critique of general topics like overall trends in the rpc, general headcanons or fanon that are fairly widespread in the community/fandom I don't necessarily care for, and fictional characters I'm not a fan of. While I can't tell you how to take my posts, I can assure you that nothing I post here is ever, ever meant to offend or be an attack on any one person (or really be an attack at all). This goes for IC, dash commentary posts as well. I'll get to those more in a minute though.

If you don't like this kind of thing, that's perfectly fine. If you're not comfortable interacting with me because of that, it's absolutely fine. But what ISN'T fine in my book is if you take my words and posts and twist them into things they aren't or try to demonize me for nothing remotely harmful. Again, I can't control how you take my posts, but I know that I don't post anything that's inherently problematic. A hot take or unpopular opinion here and there, but again, it's nothing that's outright attacking any one person or vague blogging or being generally toxic at all. As I said, I don't attack people with my posts, but I'm not going to walk on eggshells when sharing my thoughts because some people might take them personally. I will always be careful about this and sensitive material in general. All I can say is that my posts are never meant to be personal attacks, and if you really feel one is, tell me! I would rather be able to explain myself or my mindset than end up with people thinking I'm being toxic when I'm absolutely not. That or just unfollow me. Block me. Whatever you need to do. I'm a firm believer in tailoring your own experience so if that's what you need to do, then there are no hard feelings.

Now to get into the real nitty gritty of this post: a few reminders/how I generally view certain aspects that get tossed around a little too generously in the RPC. Keep in mind all of these have their own nuances, but in general, the stuff I'm going to say is usually true.

💥Mun=/=Muse and vice versa. It shocks me that I need to talk about this in 2023 but I guess it bears repeating. My opinions are not my muse's opinions, nor are her words, opinions, and actions mine. What I say about a topic or character or anything aren't necessarily what Nabooru thinks, and what Nabooru says or thinks about a character isn't necessarily how I feel about them.

Additionally, I will not take anything said IC or OOC about Nabooru personally, and no one else should take anything negative said about their muses as a personal attack. I understand we love our muses, but it's absolutely paramount to not take one character or mun (within reason) saying something we don't like about our characters as a sleight to ourselves as real people. Just like in real life, some muses won't like our muses. Some muns might not like our (canon) characters in general. But if we, the muns, constantly take offense to our muses being disliked in any way, we're all just going to be miserable. Obviously there will always be caveats to this--like someone specifically targeting YOUR iteration of your muse or your OC--because sometimes, people are just being assholes. But in most cases, it's not that deep.

💥 Dash Commentary/Not All Muses Are Nice On a related note, in character dash commentary is just that: the character making commentary about things happening on the dash. Once again, even if the commentary is one muse being shady about another, it's very, very likely not a personal attack on YOU the MUN, and it's best to remember once again that muse does not equal the mun. Dash commentary is meant to simply allow characters to comment on the events of the dash and potentially strike up interactions. It should not be taken personal by the muns.

It's good to also remember that not all muses are nice. Some are flat out evil and cruel. Not all of them will like your muse. That's what makes roleplay fun and interesting. Muns should not be demonized and penalized because they play a muse that isn't always the easiest to get along with. My advice to you is that, if you don't want interactions that aren't all sunshine in rainbows, don't follow blogs with muses that are rougher around the edges.

Also, I would make it clear in your rules that you're not open for any kind of confrontational of confrontational adjacent threads. If it's not for you, it's totally okay! We're all here to have fun. But it's better to be honest about it up front than to have someone's muse come to yours with beef.

💥 "Vague Blogging" Accusations of harmful "vague blogging" has honestly become a pet peeve of mine. I've seen it thrown around willy nilly and it's really just insane to me. In my experience and what I've observed with other people, on occasion, the term "vague blogging" gets tossed around any time someone is offended by another person's post, even if it is a general opinion about something general someone saw--that might not have even been the offended person's post!- and wanted to comment on. While I understand there is absolutely times where people ARE being toxic and are "vague blogging" specific people to be passive aggressive, more often than not, I've seen people call a simple opinion post that doesn't jive with theirs "vague blogging." I've seen someone saying they disagree with a take called "vague blogging." If we let simple internet commentary and disagreement get labeled as "vague blogging," we might as well say that everything on the internet, especially social media sites, is just all "vague blogging" other people. That voicing your opinion about something on the internet is just "vague blogging" the person who you disagree with. And I think most of us have been online long enough to understand how ludicrous that is.

In truth, most "vague blogging" that gets called out is basically just internet dialogue, and we need to be more mindful about calling innocent opinions, whether it seems based on something you said or not, "vague blogging," especially in a negative sense, when it's harmless. People should be able to express their opinions and disagree with other people if they want to without being accused of vague blogging and demonized. In fact, we should probably get rid of the term vague blogging altogether because it's too vague (heh) and broad and invites this kind of paranoia that isn't helpful to anyone. If someone is being mean or toxic, that should just be what it is. We don't need a technical term for it.

And I get it. Someone expressing their disagreement moments after you can feel like a personal attack (and sometimes, it might be). But I think that's the crux here: a "vague blog" has to be an actual attack on the PERSON making the comment over attacking the TOPIC itself (a good thing to remember in general tbh). Which, with how internet lingo is can be difficult to pick out; being Generally Mean in a Joking Way is just kind of normal. So I get why it can be easy to jump to an accusation of someone being an ass, but we need to either do better about picking it out and not calling every post disagreeing with us "vague blogging" OR start getting better about communicating with people when we DO think it has happened (and not on anon, either).

A few examples from how I understand vague blogging:💢OP: *makes a post about how much they love Ze.lda in B.reath of the W.ild and her growth in the memories*Not "Vague Blogging": I'm not a fan of how Ze.lda was portrayed in B.reath of the W.ild. I know a lot of people like her, but this iteration just wasn't it for me. "Vague Blogging"/ Potentially Problematic: Only childish morons like Ze.lda in B.reath of the W.ild. She needed to grow up and so do you. 💢OP: *posts about how they can't stand Gan.ondorf and wishes Nin.tendo would just let him die and make another prominent villain already*Not "Vague Blogging": Gano.ndorf is a great character with a lot of subtle complexities that make him a more nuanced villain than many fans and even the writers these days give him credit for. "Vague Blogging"/ Potentially Problematic: If you want Gan.ondorf to never return to another Zelda game, you're just too stupid to see and understand how brilliant his character is.

To me, language is everything when it comes to problematic vague blogging. There really is a difference in being an ass to someone and about their post and simply expressing your opinion about it. As I said, it's hard to really pinpoint actual vague blogging versus someone just maybe passionately giving their opinion/using the internet's habit of being insulting in a joking way, but I guess I would say the best rule of thumb is what I said earlier: are they attacking you, the person, or the opinion/take/what have you? And if that's unclear and you're truly hurt by the post, talk to the person. Ask them what they meant and let them know that it felt like an attack on you as a person. Or just unfollow, block, etc. and move on.

If we want to keep labeling vague blogging as something that's ALWAYS negative and harmful, then we need to only call the stuff that's negative and harmful vague blogging. Not every opinion that doesn't jive with ours should be demonized.

💥 Which brings me to my final point: tailor your own experience. If you don't like how someone runs their blog for any reason, you're not obligated to stick around. While we should all try not to be dicks to each other, it's ultimately your responsibility to ensure you're not being exposed to content or people you don't want to be. And it should be no skin off anyone's nose if that's what someone ultimately decides. At the end of the day, we're all just here to have fun. If something someone is saying or doing makes you uncomfortable, you're not obligated to stick around. Unfollow, block, blacklist, and whatever else you need to do and move on. It's really that simple.

💥 Bonus: a person sharing their feelings is NOT manipulation probably 99% of the time. As with all of these, this isn't always the tried and true case because people suck sometimes. But people sharing how they feel about something or how something someone did to them made them feel should not be automatically branded as manipulation. Listen to each other and take into account EVERYONE'S concerns or feelings. I'm not saying every person coming into your IMs has a legitimate grievance with something you said. As I've alluded to, there is always a chance someone will take something you said differently than you intended it. Give them the space to express their concerns. And if you're on the other side, give the other person a chance to explain their meaning, apologize if needed, and come to a mutual understanding no matter how that looks. Don't lecture each other. Don't call each other names or demonize each other. Just...communicate. Like normal humans. Which I know is hard for all of us gremlins here but the lack of communication on this website is what makes it such a hellsite. We would rather jump to the worst case scenarios and slander someone across the community for what was maybe an innocent mistake or a moment of emotional weakness (we all have em) rather than just having a conversation to try and figure it out and understand each other. It's something I think we need to all work on to change.

And I think that's about all I wanted to bring attention to. At the end of the day, this is all just a dumb hellsite that we're all trying to have a semblance of fun on playing pretend. But it's also The Internet and you're going to find things and people you're not a fan of. People are going to say things we don't like. But, as much as I hate to put it this way, I think we collectively in some cases to use a bit more common sense and grow a bit of a thicker skin so we can better understand what is and isn't a personal attack and the like. If we do that, I think we'll all have a generally better time here and on the interwebs in general.

#[ ☀ ˢᵖⁱʳⁱᵗˢ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵇᵉʸᵒⁿᵈ ;; ᵒᵒᶜ ]#cw long post #idk if i said everything i wanted to #but these are just things that uh #came up recently that i feel need to be addressed.#mostly for the sake of how i understand these things and therefore how it will be viewed on this blog but #yeh here you go

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Chapter 39: A Future: Katsuko is very much off course, but at least she has found some people who can help her out.

Mitsuhide x OC; Hideyoshi x MC (Mai)

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Logline - With Mai, Hideyoshi, and Aki missing, Mitsuhide and Katsuko reluctantly team up. Disguised as a merchant and his concubine, can they outsmart the man known as the God of Deceit?

The stranger squinted at me through the blizzard and asked again. “Katsuko?”

In this weather, I couldn’t make out the man's features, nor could I tell how tall he was because he was on the horse. His voice was vaguely familiar though. But not familiar enough to be coming from someone who knew my true name. Aki groaned, reminding me that this was no time to play guessing games. I simply indicated my increasingly heavy Aki burden and said, "He's been shot."

My rescuer was enough of a man of action over words to leap off his horse take on part of Aki’s weight. Between the three of us, we managed to get Aki onto the horse. "Can he last long enough to get home?"

Home? Where is home?

Again, I tried to place the man. He was perhaps a few years older than I was, with medium brown hair… and… nope. No idea. Sorry, dude.

"He's a tough old bird." I pitched my voice loud enough for Aki to hear, and received a grumpy, "insubordinate” as a reward.

I let my rescuer lead the horse and simply trudged along beside him. Hopefully, he would not notice I had no idea where we were going,. "It sounds like you know this guy?" There was no small amount of jealousy in his tone of voice.

"Well. He's my father." No reason to keep that a secret.

"Your father?" The man looked at me with a frown. That frown… seemed familiar.

I do know who this is!

Sasuke's travelling merchant friend. Yuki. Yuki who has only seen me disguised as an old man. And while he might possibly have recognized me on the street, he definitely should not have known my real name.

"I didn’t know your father was alive." This was spoken in tones that suggested I would have told him. He sounded hurt that ‘Katsuko’ hadn’t mentioned this man to him.

What the hell is going on here?

"It's a recent development. I just found out myself." I gave Aki a glare. "He's a very shifty old man."

"I heard that." Aki’s response was between a cough and a grumble.

“You were meant to.”

Fortunately there was a posting station near the river a few kilometers from where Yuki had found us. Yuki was able to obtain another horse, in fact it might actually have been one of from his “home” as people who often needed to travel far and fast kept extra mounts at these stations, if they had the means to. I elected to ride with Aki, hoping to avoid revealing to Yuki that I still had no idea where he was going, and figuring I could use the “need to make sure my father stays on the horse” excuse to prevent conversation.

"Home" turned out to be a large low castle/manor hybrid spread out from behind two moats and a long wall. More or less protected, but not super defensible, although the fierce looking warriors at the sentry post were a sort of living wall. It had only been just about over an hour away from the posting station, and the weather had slightly warmed up in the meanwhile.

The snow hadn’t stopped, but the consistency had changed from icy pellets to softer flakes. (I like snow, I do, but not when it’s flung in my face on a constant basis.)

Muramasa had zipped ahead of us, baying happily, and he seemed to be a familiar sight to the guards. So was Yuki, who had been addressed as "Lord Yukimura." Ha! I knew he hadn’t been a traveling merchant. The sentries apparently knew me as well, deferentially calling me, "Lady Katsu."

Huh so this really was 'home'? Am I a year or two in the future? That would explain a lot.

But how was I connected to Yuki…mura?

Please don’t tell me this is my husband.

Not that Yukimura was unattractive. But to go from ‘I thought you were an old man’ to ‘wife,’ would be quite the leap. Not to mention, going from loving Mitsuhide to … marrying this guy. A lot would have needed to have happened.

Just sayin’.

I didn’t think we were married though. Yukimura wasn’t acting like a husband. More like someone who considered me one of his closest friends.

We relinquished our horses at a stable, and Lord Yukimura rushed to help Aki dismount. Aki roused himself enough to protest this, saying, "I will walk on my own." I stuck close to his side, though, just in case, as the three of us made our way into the dwelling.

The servant at the main entry let Lord Yukimura in without comment, then did a double take when he got a look at me. Presumably this was someone whose name I was supposed to know. To cover for the giant gaping hole in my knowledge, I simply gestured to Aki and said, “We need a healer – he’s been shot.”

The servant galloped off with any further questions. This galloping was echoed by smaller gallops and then two small children burst into the room and launched themselves at Yukimura, yelling "Yuki!"

The younger one, a girl of maybe two years, flung herself into Yuki's arms. He used the momentum to swing her into the air. "Miss Mayumi, you're twice as big as the last time I saw you."

Mayumi? This child was named after my mother?

The little boy however, halted at my feet, put his hands on his hips and glared up at me suspiciously. “Are you a Yokoi?"

At this point... anything's possible.

And then the servant returned followed by a tall man who paused, then calmly looked from me to Aki. "Akihira, there are a lot of people looking for you.” Then he smiled down at me. "Hello Katsu. It seems the timeline has run amok again."

Huh? This one knows me too?

"What?" That had been Yuki.

And then a woman, her fingers stained with ink, hurried in from a different direction, and the tall man pulled her to his side. "Devil, here’s another one."

The women finally turned and looked at us, her eyes widening when she saw Aki… and she was...

…me?!

What the hell is going on?

"What the hell is going on?" Yuki was nicely doing the work of broadcasting my inner thoughts.

"What the hell is going?" The little boy echoed Yuki’s statement with a look of utter hero-worship on his face.

Other-me winced. "Hana's going to kill us if we return them with an enhanced vocabulary." Then she bowed to Aki. "Four years. Four years and all we get is one letter?"

Yuki looked from me to other-me. Future me? She did seem slightly older than I. "Katsuko, is this your sister?"

"Not exactly," the tall man stated, but by then, my concern had shifted to Aki, who winced and swayed.

"Dad!" It slipped out. But somewhere along the way I had begun to think of him as my father.

Other-me finally looked surprised. "Dad?"

The tall man nodded. "I... had my suspicions." He pulled her closer, gave her a brief kiss on her forehead, and whispered something in her ear. She closed her eyes and leaned on him. For a moment they were the same kind of bubble I had seen surrounding Mai and Hideyoshi. Them against the world.

Then he turned to nod at some of the servants who had gathered in the hallways, and announced in a loud voice, "Katsuko's sister and father have come to visit. Please prepare rooms for them."

Once they had all scattered, he smiled down at me. "Angel, I'm certain you have many questions, but let’s get your father settled first, then discuss this in a less... public... setting." Then he kissed the other-me. "Apparently, the wormhole is not finished with us yet."

It was substantially more than an hour before we were able to gather in a room not far from where Aki was now uncomfortably resting. A local healer had been dragged in from the storm, only to keel over at the sight of Aki's bloody shoulder.

"I could take the bullet out myself," Aki had glared at the lump of healer on the floor, then passed out too.

The tall man, who I had finally learned was Takeda Shingen had looked over Aki in concern, and said that at the moment, all we could do is let him get some rest and warmth.

"Are you a healer too?" I had heard Yoshimoto praise his cousin as a man with a multitude of skills, but not that medicine was one of them.

"I've had a lot of experience at being ill," was the only explanation he gave.

I hadn’t wanted to leave Aki, but other-me stationed one of the maids in the room and instructed her to call for us if Aki's situation worsened. Now, we were in what looked like Lord Shingen's private office; the desk was stacked with reports and correspondence, and a wall of built in shelves contained an impressive collection of texts on history, philosophy, and political theory.

"If you aren't Katsuko's sister," Yukimura asked me, once we were all gathered around a before-it's time-Kotatsu, "Who are you?"

"Well, I'm Katsuko. Just not that Katsuko. Um. At least, I don’t think I am that one." I sighed. "I've been going by Kaya recently anyway, if it makes it easier."

"Never liked that name." Katsuko gave me a sympathetic look.

"Me either.” Which yeah, of course. She was me. I’ve had a lot of surreal experiences, but this easily topped the list. “I think Mitsuhide made me use it for that reason."

"Mitsuhide!" Even without Yukimura's sputter the name landed like a bomb in the room. Yuki edged away from me. "What were you doing with that snake?"

I didn’t want to discuss that in depth. "Um it’s a long story – he was helping me look for Aki and I was helping him look for Mai and Hideyoshi, but I'm not really sure if that part really relates to how I got here...? Uh what year is it?"

"Fifteen-eighty-six.” Katsuko was the one who answered me. "I take it you got here from 1582."

"Are you a future me?" But that wouldn’t make sense? Or would it? A lot could have happened since 1582. Except if she were future-me, she should have known that I had come here from 1578… and I was already confusing myself with the paradox.

"No. I’m a multiverse version of you. Sasuke uses the term alternate." She turned to Shingen. "We should send for-"

"Already ahead of you, Devil. Though it will take a better part of a week for him to arrive." Shingen retrieved a basket of what looked like chestnut buns from behind his desk, and offered it to me. I nearly took one, until I got a look at a warning head-shake from Katsuko.

"Ha! It's Sasuke. He'll ninja himself here in four days." Yuki pulled the kettle off a brazier which was set cozily in the back of the room, obviously very much at home in his friends' castle.

I was still stuck on the term 'alternate,' trying to piece my way through an explanation of the situation I’d found myself in. "Ok, so this 1586 is not my future, but a different timeline." Aside from Yukimura, everyone else was being awfully calm about this.

Katsuko nodded. "Yep. You're the third version of myself that I've met." She turned and poked Yukimura. "Don't you remember that Sasuke explained it all... with strings, back before we sent Shingen to the future?"

"I remember, but it made as much sense then as it does now." He shrugged. "I just never understood why you would focus on the future when you have to live in today."

"An admirable philosophy, Yuki." Shingen lightly patted his friend's shoulder. "In any case, Katsuko has had experience getting stuck in the wrong timeline, so I surmise that's what has happened to you."

"That would make sense." I gave them a brief explanation of what had happened to me when I realized Aki had disappeared, although I skimmed past the details of the whole Mitsuhide part of it. From the look Lord Shingen gave me, it was clear he knew there was more to it than that, but he let it go.

There was an even longer period of shock and awe when I showed them the odd device that had seemed to activate the time travel without a wormhole (but further discussion of that was tabled – we would wait for Sasuke to arrive). "After Iekane and I went over the castle wall, I landed on a battlefield in 1578, which is where I found Aki. I only knew it was 1578 because I saw Sasuke save Kenshin. That wormhole, Sasuke's wormhole, was still open, so Aki and I went through it, and ended up near the Kawaguchi shrine a few hours ago."

"All this that happened with Yoshiaki, it was already winter... Eleventh month?" At my nod, Shingen continued. "That confirms you are from an alternate timeline rather than the past. At that point in our timeline, Katsu and Yuki were fighting Iekane near Togakushi, and I was already in modern Japan getting treatment." He rubbed his throat, and yeah, now that I knew to look, I could see a surgery scar.

“I'm pretty sure that is where my timeline's version of you is too. Sasuke mentioned that he was going to the future with a sick friend." I supposed that meant that whatever Shingen had had, it was the same illness across all timelines.

Picking up on my train of thought, Katsuko said, "I'm glad, I have to admit, I sometimes worry about the alternate Shingens and whether they are getting treatment." She rested her head on his shoulder.

"Trust Sasuke to find a way to convince me... or Yuki to figure out how to send me there without warning." He smiled down at her, and curled his fingers in her hair.

Awwww. I supposed it was nice to know there was a version of me happily... married? That reminds me…. "The children - the little boy and Mayumi. Are they yours?"

I had never been interested in motherhood. Specifically not the whole giving birth part of it. With my family history, I just didn’t want to put myself on a path of postpartum depression leading to clinical depression. But had other-me gotten past that?

After a moment of silence that was almost awkward, Katsuko shook her head. "Oh gosh, you haven't found Toshiie then. They're his children."

"Toshiie's here? In this house?" I jumped up, ready to run from room to room until I saw him, until Shingen spoke up.

"No, he's in China right now. He and his wife, who is an herbalist, went to research medicine." Almost on cue, Mayumi toddled unto the room and crawled into Shingen's lap. She blinked her eyes at him twice, then dropped off to sleep. He brushed his hand over her hair, then added. "This one is apparently convinced I'm her bed."

Ok, Katsu. Catch up here. "Where did you find him?" I’d just have to retrieve him from wherever once I got back to the right timeline. If… I could figure out how to do that.

“Ikuno.” Yukimura was the one who answered my question.

"He's not there. Not in your original timeline, I mean." The explanation come from Aki, who had apparently had enough of ‘the whole lie down because there’s a bullet in your shoulder thing’ and was gripping the wall to keep himself upright. "Each timeline is different. In some, he made it back to modern Japan. In yours, Katsu," he nodded at me, "I'd had word that he could be in Sakai, but I got waylaid in another timeline before I could check it out."

"You should be lying down." I jumped up to steady him before anyone else could react. His face was grey and sweaty and I could feel heat radiating from his shoulder. The bullet might not kill him, but the infection could.

"Yes. You should. Dad." The inflection in Katsuko's tone was flat. Ok. I was pissed too, but the level of her anger suggested that other things had happened between them that I wasn’t privy to.

Yuki found a low chair with actual back and arm support and slid it into the conversation area, and Aki dropped heavily into it. Whatever strength he'd used to propel himself into the room was now gone.

"Akihira." Shingen addressed him as a peer, not an authority figure. "I understand the concept of multiple timelines. What I don’t understand is why there seem to be many versions of myself, of Katsuko, of Sasuke, and Mai… and only one of you."

"Because I was in a place where time has no meaning when the timeline splintered." He closed his eyes, as if completely spent. My need for answers clashed with a bigger need to keep him alive. I had chosen Aki over Mitsuhide, and if he died after all this it would all be for nothing. Selfish Katsu! It's not all about you! I couldn’t help my thoughts though, even as I felt guilty for thinking them.

"That hidden room in your manor." Shingen nodded. "Kayten told us time had no meaning there."

Hidden room?

Aki managed a brief thumbs up. The modern gesture seemed odd on him. He had blended so well in this era, I had never thought to question him. "I heard you had found it."

"We found it at the same time as Okatsu and Mitsunari came through from their timeline." Katsuko swirled her tea. "I don’t know which of the four of us was the most surprised."

The surreal feeling of displacement returned. Okatsu and Mitsunari?

“Ah. She didn’t see the other two. It’s too bad – it might have saved me a rather large amount of trouble if she had.” He turned to Yukimura. “Would have saved you a few headaches as well.”

I looked around the room to see if anyone else had any clue what he was talking about, but all that I got was universal confusion. As much as I wanted to know what he was talking about, Aki wasn’t looking well. For the last few moments he’d been shaking uncontrollably. "That’s enough. Aki should be lying down.”

"I don’t think that's going to help." Aki put his hand on my head. "As far as I know, there's no treatment here for a septic wound."

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halorocks1214 · 7 months

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okay so i just steamrolled thru detective pikachu returns over the past 2 days because i was sick and had nothing else better to do and right after finishing it i went into the tags and WOWIE the negative reception is very large!! i do understand and even agree with some of it but i just felt the need to get my own thoughts down (again. sick with nothing better to do) so take a peek under readmore for very typical elongated halo ramblings about his fave video game series

for the record i never played the first game (only watched a few clips of it on youtube even) but i did go see the movie in theaters. just figured i'd mention this ahead of time so my favoritism is known and to prevent myself from coming off as a perfectly unbiased reviewer

BEWARE THE SPOILERS BTW

(post-editing note: it be long under here, you have been warned)

to start off YEAG this game is not worth 50 bucks! the story's pacing is all over the place and is very basic, the graphics are not particularly well refined, the characters' expressions do not fluctuate as much as they should (professor gordon in particular ;-; i felt so bad for him), and the voice acting outside of merloch and detective pikachu himself are kinda phoned in! it felt like an early 2000s 4kids dub for real. even the gameplay aspects themselves were rather meh in presentation; the button hitboxes were annoying to deal with and as cool as i thought the "main" mechanics were they were incredibly clunky and the tension they tried to build up in the "solving the case" climaxes was just Not It. there was absolutely no reason for the loading/pauses to take that long

(the pokemon gimmicks were okay tho. i would die for growlithe)

however, this isn't a problem specific to this game. while i enjoyed scarlet it was definitely not 60 bucks material (and when i went back to it for the teal mask i even went "good lord, did it always run this badly?"). i gotta give credit to detective pikachu, at least this game ran properly for the most part and never crashed on me lmao

while that doesn't negate the criticisms i previously mentioned i simply wanted to say that this is going to be a problem for as long as pokemon keeps making money. this isn't me finger-wagging at anyone in particular (i certainly have no room to talk, i did say i liked scarlet), i just wanted to say: yeah, pokemon has been A Mess

"but halo!" you cry. "you talked like the negative reception was overblown! what gives the giant negative paragraph??"

because much like scarlet, i still really enjoyed this game sdfjnsdk. how can i say that with confidence, though, when i largely agree that there were many, many issues to be had with its performance?

the word of the day: expectations

and perhaps this is where my bias comes into it. whenever i play a spinoff game (like snap or pokepark for instance), i don't really go into it for mindblowing gameplay and stories, i do it for the same reason this series has kept me enraptured for over a decade of my life:

the pokemon themselves!!

there are SO MANY little things that the regular games don't go into, and while i have my own headcanons and OCs i can play off of, it is so much fun to see actual canon material acknowledge certain things you've only ever theorized about!!

the whimsicott were so fun to watch float around, the article asking where a furret's tail began and ended made me laugh out loud, the fact that they went hard into the "slowpoke tails are eaten as food" thing, and the "let's not get into that right now" jokes about venonat hunting other pokemon and dusknoir eating souls LIKE. i LOVE when pokemon goes into its more "serious" aspects. i know main series games do it too occasionally but outside of offhanded mentions or pokedex entries, do they go this hard into them? if they do and i'm just stupid pls tell me about it i'll eat that shit up

being reminded of less-talked-about pokemon is always a plus and how can you not pop off when you see one of your faves included in the story? (INTELEON AND WOOPER I'LL KICK THEIR ASSES 4 U) it's simply fun immersing yourself into the world of pokemon and getting a glimpse of what it would be like to have pokemon walking down the street and how that affects everyday life! maybe the story is basic, but it served its purpose and i had fun going along with it!

perhaps it's just my mental illness talking, but walking around and seeing all the pokemon and THEN doing the quiz girl's quizzes was actually kinda nice! even if the puzzles weren't that hard, i can't lie and say i didn't pump my fist when i guessed where the mystery was going like with cramorant swallowing the jewel or how the passimian statues needed to hold different berries. overall, i just enjoyed being reminded of how much i know and what i love about this series

also, the ways they incorporated the movie were pretty baller. i liked how they didn't just do a repeat of the mewtwo plot from the movie and let me tell you, even tho i called it early on, i liked that my suspicions about the aurora drop being deoxys were confirmed!! (i suppose it's not that hard to guess bcs what other pokemon comes from space, but i just recently finished playing omega ruby again and i normally don't think about deoxys a lot so LET ME HAVE THIS)

plus "i heard they made a movie about the R case" MADE ME SCREAM. i thought they were just going to ignore the movie and do their own thing but then they DID THAT. incredible. you can call my expectations low (which is valid) but holy fuck

so the TLDR for those who want this: if you want a sweet but cliche game exploring the world of pokemon with a lot of funny moments + worldbuilding, then this game is perfect for you. if you want a game with a groundbreaking story with graphics to boot, then yeah, you're not gonna find it here. i've even seen people say their own nostalgia of the original spinoff wasn't enough to get them to enjoy this game, so take my words with a grain of salt

i would say just watch compilations of the game on youtube, but not every youtuber is gonna go fully exploring the game for all of its little details, so if you care about that kind of stuff, buying the game is your best bet. also if you don't care about that kind of stuff then you should just ignore the game altogether etc etc anYwAY

as for a TLDR for the TLDR: new pokemon snap is goated and i would say a more enjoyable experience than this game esp if you didn't like it so PLEASE buy it the game's only 30 bucks and you can throw treats at pokemon PLEASE it has so many sidequests and interactions you can partake in PLEASE i prommy i won't bite PLEASE stick your fingers in my enclosure PLEASE PLEASE PLE

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🎉Get to Know my OC!🎉

Trying to get back into posting again! Thank you so much for the tag, @sender-paulson here <- go check it out right now!

I will gently tag a slew of people to try this out for funsies: @pigeonedoesstuff @tearsofperseides @whats-on-your-mind-then @asterhaze @anoelleart @theimperiumchronicles @acatwrites @lassiesandiego @frostedlemonwriter @moonluringfrost @lalalovezfrenchfriez @bilbotargaryen @angie-j-kay @hydrangea-gas @nightinthebuilding @rachaellawrites @crowandmoonwriting & anyone who wants to hop in (just say I tagged u)

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Alright, let's start! The victim: Elijah from my WIP Crater City

This interview makes a tad more sense if you go read Blair's here. Just for things like context & why Blair is in Elijah's interview.

[warning: brief mentions of blood]

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A tall man wearing all black save the peak of yellow under his patch-covered jean jacket steps into the room, careful not to smack his head in the doorway. The clunking of his eight-inch platform boots echo against the walls of the small, white concrete room. He is covered in freckles and sports a curly brown undercut with a star shaved above each ear on each side of his head. He eases himself down in the low chair in front of an old wooden table. The only source of light beams from the hanging lightbulb, which swings lazily a few inches above his head. A large one-way mirror is placed in front of him where Blair and I sit watching from a small office. Elijah knows this, and, at Blair’s persuasion from the last interview, decides to give the interview a try. “Are you ready for the interview?” I ask.

[1.] Are you named after anyone?

Elijah: No. Blair: Well, that’s a boring answer. Elijah: What do you want me to say? Blair: Uh, I dunno, lie and said you were named after someone from a war or something. Elijah (laughing): Why would I lie about the origin of my name? Blair: I’m just sayin’, people eat that stuff up. Me: Perhaps I got his name from a waiter at my favorite restaurant. Or maybe it was Maybelline. Blair: Who tf is Maybelline? Me: Next question!

[2.] When was the last time you cried?

Elijah: Hm, you know, I actually can’t remember. I think I’m too busy trying to keep myself together for those around me. Blair: You say that, then turn around and cry when you find a moth in your bathroom. Elijah: Do you have any idea how unpredictable moths are? Anything that can fly instantly has more dimensions it can attack you from, as you stand defenselessly in your shortened range of motion. Plus, that one BobSponge episode. Blair: It was a butterfly in that episode. Elijah: Don’t get me started on those. I don’t think any living thing should possess a tongue that long. For what? Making every time I see a butterfly sipping from a flower feel like I’m barging in on something inappropriate? Blair (laughing): Good God, Elijah, is that really what you think about when you see a butterfly? Elijah (touching his forehead): Yes, unfortunately.

[3.] Do you have kids?

Elijah: No, I’m 24 and I’d like to keep it that way. Blair: Aw, c’mon, I’ve seen you get along well with my little cousins. In fact, their parents keep asking for you every time I attend a family reunion because you’re such a good role model. Elijah: That’s on you, because you keep instigating the children and I’m the one who has to pull you aside and remind you that they’re only, like, six and have no concept of the law. Blair: Ok, fair point.

[4.] Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Elijah: I used to be told my deadpan reminds people of my uncle. So, I try to steer clear from that. Or, I try to act more obviously sarcastic. Blair: Elijah gives a mean death glare. Sends shivers down my spine. Elijah: Yeah… Elijah (fidgeting): … Elijah: Can we move on to the next question, please?

[5.] What's the first thing you notice about people?

Elijah: If they are someone I should be extra careful around. I check for badges, patches, weapons, and body language. Blair: Damn, really? Elijah (chuckling awkwardly): Oh, no, like, yeah…? Doesn’t everyone do this? The city is a dangerous place…! Blair: Yeah, I can agree with that.

[6.] What's your eye colour?

Elijah: Brow– Blair (interrupting): Brown but like in a caramel way right before you overcook it and it boils over. Elijah: Thanks, Blair. Blair: You’re welcome. No need for a mirror when you got me. Elijah: Why would I need a mirror to remind me of my eye colo—oh, nevermind…

[7.] Scary movies or happy endings?

Elijah: Scary movies. But nothing like true crime. Slashers or movies with crappy special effects are fine. Blood on TV doesn’t bother me like it does in real life. It’s the true crime that does. Blair: But I thought you had homophobia? Elijah: Hemophobia. But no, it doesn’t bother me because I know it’s not real. And I can’t smell or feel it through the screen, thankfully.

[8.] Any special talents?

Elijah: Well, I am the most indecisive person on the planet, I can make the most gucci powerpoints you have ever seen (complete with special effects and animations), I can type at around 200 wpm, and I can down six energy drinks in one sitting without dying. Blair: All I hear is computer nerd in four different languages. Elijah (laughing): You act like you haven’t done the same. I’ve seen you the night before finals. Blair: I’m actually surprised you haven't combusted into 57 varieties and flavors from all that caffeine yet. Elijah: Took me years to get where I am now. You are but a young grasshopper in comparison.

[9.] Where were you born?

Elijah: In Crater City in a well-off neighborhood. Born to a father who couldn’t give a rat’s ass about me as a person and a mother who just went along with whatever he said. They spent more money on vacations than my childhood expenses, while leaving me to hang with my uncle, who I also blame for my shitty upbringing. They all owe me therapy. Blair (suddenly with popcorn in his hands): Tell ‘em, Elijah!

[10.] What are your hobbies?

Elijah (listing off): I like coding, playing video games, skateboarding, playing my guitar… Blair (mimicking his cadence): He even writes his own songs, but every time you ask him he acts clueless… Elijah: I never told you I wrote songs. Blair (continuing): Maybe I accidentally read his music book and a slip of paper fell out… Elijah (turning red): Hey! Me (suddenly eating popcorn): What does he write about? Blair: Oh, you know, like childhood angst. And women with red hair. And sentimental songs about-- Elijah: Enough! Enough! Next question, or I swear to god--!

[11.] Do you have any pets?

Elijah: Yes! My hamster No-Clip. Blair talked about him in his interview. He’s a little guy who has a thing for cheddar chips and making a nest in my computer monitor. The hamster, I mean. Not Blair. Blair: Yeah. Elijah: It’s gotten to the point where I have to put away my entire computer set up or else I find chip crumbs on my equipment because of him. Blair, I mean. He’s the one feeding No-Clip too many treats. Blair: Elijah now has a no-chip policy in his apartment.

[12.] What sports do you play/have you played?

Elijah: Badminton, tennis, volleyball, soccer, archery, martial arts, and… (mumbling) esports Blair (laughing): What was that last one? Elijah: Esports, ok! Don't you laugh at me like that. You’re the one who talked me into it. Blair: Elijah would have won an entire tournament if it weren’t for the power going out that one time. Elijah: I forgot to pay the bills once. Blair: Man was ruthlessly beating these plebeians. It was like going up against my little cousins. Well, if my cousins had beards and lived in VR. Me: You played so many sports! Elijah: Huh? Oh, yeah. But it’s not like my parents paid for any of it growing up. Or showed up to any of the matches for that matter.

[13.] How tall are you?

Elijah: Five feet and eleven inches. Me: Fun fact: Elijah is one inch below the average height in his universe! Which is much taller than the average in our universe. Elijah (laughing): Must be all that “meat” they fed us as kids. Blair: Remember “real meat” day in high school? Elijah (sarcastically): What a delicacy. Blair: Yeah, but they were really just serving us whatever leftover “meat” they had from that week with extra spices to cover up the texture and flavor.

[14.] Favourite subject in school?

Elijah: Math, because of how easy it is. I don’t care if a problem has one or fifty solutions, at least I know there is a promised way to get there. Well, for the most part. Elijah: It also lets me do this. Elijah: Hey, Blair. Blair (snapping out of a daydream): Huh? Elijah: Are you part of a group of primes that differ by six? Blair (confused af): What? Elijah: Because you are a sexy prime. Blair (confused whether or not to blush): ???

[15.] Dream job?

Elijah: To be a teacher. There’s just something about giving back to children to make sure they don’t grow up with a messed up life like I did. Blair: I thought you said you hated kids a minute ago. Elijah: No, I don’t hate kids; I just don’t want to have any. I don’t think I could have any, given the life I have. It would be too dangerous.

Me: Well, that wraps up this interview. Thanks for your participation, Elijah! Don’t forget to pick up your brass knuckles on the way out!

As the lights dim and the rooms empty, I check off another name from the list. It seems we are diving deeper into the “lore” as they say. The next interviewee seems promising. I just hope they can find their way here. Though the interviewing room is located inside of an abandoned bunker underneath a minefield, you have to cut me some slack. The rent is cheap and there are still a lot of people left to interview.

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Once Upon a Time on the Razor Crest

Summary: Din gives you a brief layout of his home.

A/N: Hello lovelies,

Another week, another chapter. It's funny as I'm editing, the story keeps getting longer. Lol.

Just want to remind everyone that the Razor Crest story is going to be a series of short stories dealing with the life of the Razor Crest Ranch, Ann's past and their future.

Once one series is done, there will be a two to three week break before the next series is posted. I hope that made sense.

Love oo.

Due to the past history of the OC there will be discussions alluding to past domestic abuse, please note that as it could be a trigger for some.

Warning: feelings of safety, discussions of comm connections, mentions of protection, family endangerment, feelings of mistrust, I think that's it. If I miss anything please let me know.

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THE RAZOR CREST SEVEN

CHAPTER SIX

The way she looked around the room, made Din pause for a brief second. He couldn’t help wonder what exactly had she gone through. Yet, at the same time he had no right to inquire, it wasn’t any of his business to know about her past.

He pushed the thought aside, as his mind focused back on showing the room.

“There’s a closet right here,” Din motioned to the door to his left, “it’s not very big. There’s some extra blankets and pillows if you need in the bedroom bench” he opened the end-of-bed bench as he spoke, showing off the various blankets and their varying thickness.

Camilla was an avid blanket aficionado and adamant when it came to blankets, stating over and over again whenever she walked into the house with a newly purchased one, they were a necessity. Each blanket was unique and served a different purpose, just because you might use one in winter, doesn’t mean you would use the same one in spring, and having just one blanket for each season was never enough.

As I stood in the room, this feeling of complete safety washed over me. I finally felt safe. I’m not sure if it was because of the remote location, or due to the man I met not even an hour ago who was willing to take the chance on me, or because I had an escape route with Cobb and Fenn if I needed.

For the first time in a long time, I finally was able to let out a breath of relief, tears were welling up in my eyes as a lump formed in my throat, which I quickly tried to swallow down. I didn’t want to cry.

Din watched her not quite able to understand what she was thinking or feeling. There was just a blank expression on her face as she glanced around the room, he couldn’t tell if she was upset or pleased with the room, however, he figured it was better to play it safe and assumed the former, “I’m sorry it’s not more, but feel free to make it your own after you complete your three months.”

“No” I shook my head, turning to look out the window as I discreetly wiped a tear, “No, it’s great. Cozy.” I cursed myself as my voice trembled. I took in a deep breath turning to look at Din, “Thank you. It’s quite lovely.”

The expression on her face stunned him for a second, her face bloomed with joy, the only way he could describe the radiance she seemed to have was that she finally found hope. It made her look enchanting, he glanced around the room focusing his attention elsewhere.

“I’m glad you like it,” he nodded.

“Oh, before I forget,” he continued, “personal comms sometimes have a hard time working out here. We have internet which technically should be harder to get out here, but nope that’s easy to access.” He shrugged as she tilted her head at him as to ask why, when he held up his hand, “Don’t bother asking why one and not the other. I have spent a lot of time trying to fix it, so my personal comm could work, but I’ve finally given up. I think it has something to do with the minerals in the mountains that are at my door step. Anyway, there’s a landline in the kitchen, in the bedrooms, as you can see from the one in your room” he motioned with his head to the non-portable comm, “There’s also one in the study, living room and barn. If you ever need to use the phone, you can use one of those, just not the one in my bedroom. After three months, we can talk about getting you a private line, if you wish.”

I nodded in agreement, but really who was I going to call. I couldn’t call any of my friends or family or it would put them in danger, learned that after the first time I tried to leave. It was better not to make deeper connections with anyone, yet Cobb and Fennec both said that now things were different. They’d be able to watch out for me, and provide me a layer of protection I didn’t have before, there was a hope things would be getting better. I still wouldn’t be able to reach out to my family, at least not until they’d be able to set up some way to contact them discreetly, the sheer idea of having that option weighed heavily on my heart. However, it wasn’t important to focus on that, especially since that was not a guaranteed possibility. Instead, what I needed to focus on was the here and now.

“Appreciate it. Don’t worry, I wouldn’t be entering your room unless it’s to clean or grab the laundry.”

Din simply shook his head, “Not even then.” There was a quizzical expression on her face, ion response to his statement.

“You don’t have to clean my room, I’ll do it. You can simply leave the fresh bedding on the chair in front of the door to my room. Anyway, laundry room is off the back entrance, and I have a laundry shoot that goes directly into that room. You may find on occasion some dirty clothes or towels in the mud room which is beside the kitchen and in front of the laundry room. We have a storm cellar, filled with essentials for the occasional tornadoes, the entrance is in the kitchen. There’s a faux pantry door, which leads you down there, I’ll show you when you’re ready. It’s also where I keep the wine and liquor.”

“How long could someone stay down there for?”

“Depends on the amount of people, but if it’s two or three people, I would say about four to six months. If there’s more, we’ll go through our rations a lot faster.”

My eyes widened in shock, “How … how big is it?”

“Big enough to house, two bedrooms, washroom, living room, kitchen, study, rec room/work out room and storage room.” Din chewed on the inside of his cheek wondering if maybe he made a mistake revealing too much too soon.

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duckingwriting · 2 months

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Find the word Tag

I was tagged by @tales-from-nocturnaliss and you can see her post here.

No pressure tagging: @tephis, @rachaellawrites, @mthollowell-writes, @author-a-holmes, @winterandwords and the leaving an open tag -

your words are - Warrior, Skills, Teach, Mind

My words are - Ominous, Sun, Livid, Tentacle

Snips bellow the cut

Ominous - From You Spino Me Right 'Round

"I'll probably get myself killed either way." Anthony looked around the forest outside of the cave entrance feeling doubt try to claw at his throat, reminding him that he was no one's first pick for athletics. "But at least I'll have tried." Anthony bolted to the nearest tree, pressing himself tightly to the rough bark and starting to slowly push himself around it. His eyes rolled around as he tried to keep his breathing level as he made his way around the tree, swallowing the panic down as he made his way to the next tree. He had to dart his eyes down to his feet frequently to be sure he would not trip over himself and risk alerting anything of his location. But he couldn't help but feel that someone was watching him too. He hoped it was paranoia. He had looked up only long enough be sure he was heading the right way when he stepped on a stick. He flinched as the snapping sound echoed around him. He cracked an eye open and looked around. It appeared but he didn't see anyone rushing through the trees towards him. Anthony sighed with relief. Then a deep angry roar ripped through the forest and the relief melted back to fear. Anthony bolted away from the sound of the roar. He tripped and stumbled and could hear the ominous sound of large clawed feet crashing through the forest. Getting closer.

Sun - From the unnamed Underworld Soulmate AU with OCs

Lucian felt his heart hammering in his chest as he stared at his lelki tars. for the second time in his life Lucian watched his soulmate struggling against binds holding her to a pole. And he could only struggle against the hands holding him down. He heard his best friend snarling nearby, Raze struggling not because he cared about the vampire set to face the sun, but because his own mate was going nearly feral seeing her sister murdered in front of her. Lucian wanted to feel bad for his packmate, but all he could feel was the pain that his mate was being murdered by the same man who had murdered his first mate. The same way. The only difference to Lucian's mind, is he had claimed Sonja. He had been so busy fighting Riley that he had barely even acknowledged they were mates. Unlike Sonja though, Riley was not begging Victor for her life. She was not crying, she did not even smell of fear. She was angry.

Livid - Unnamed Jayne/Simon Firefly A/B/O AU

"Instincts, right?" Jayne asked. He knew the little omega would need any excuse he could take to let Jayne do what he was not convinced was only instinct. The had always had a pretty mouth after all. "Yeah. Instincts." Simon swallowed and looked back down at his hands, tightening his wrapping of the gauze. Reminding himself not to be hurt by it. It was just his own response. "We should probably ignore it..." "What cha think 'ill happen if we don't?" Jayne asked taking a step forward despite himself. Despite knowing exactly how livid Mal would be if he though Jayne took advantage of their good doctor. "Depends on how far we let them go." Simon could feel his heart beat picking up pace. He rolled his shoulders and turned his back to the alpha, putting the gauze away. "Probably let us return to some kind of normal faster. Except whatever we allow them to do." "So if I take you to my bunk," Jayne's mouth was against the back of Simon's neck, his hands dwarfing Simon's own hands as he caged Simon in against the counter. "What would happen?" "Jayne." Simon gasped lightly his body responding to the presence of an alpha so willing and so close. He shivered and resisted the urge to press back into the alpha who's scent had surrounded him for his heat. "What would happen?"

Tentacle - From a fantasy found family WIP with no title and is on the back burner(it's document title is a reminder that it was supposed to only be one scene...and then it spiraled out of control).

Nazaire wrapped his arms around Maude tightly, she gasped against his mouth. His arms were too tight, but complaining was the furthest thing from her mind with the water lapping around them. Her legs wrapped around his hips to hold herself close as they floated in the waves. “Don’t let go.” She whispered as his mouth moved down to her neck with his teeth scraping against her neck. “Promise.” He growled as his tentacles began moving around her body. They slid around her legs, pushing her skirt up further until it was bunched above her hips.

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officecyborg · 2 months

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Funny bc I was already working on a post to this effect but more loosey-goosey, but that OC post reminded me about it. Anyway the Rules for Lucky stories, and what has and has not worked.

Basic rules:

Lucky is competent; he's good at his job.

Cases always go wrong because The Worst Thing happens at The Worst Time.

In spite of this, Lucky is unfailingly tenacious. He never gives up.

Lucky complains about his job (because of point 2).

...But Lucky LOVES his job.

Lucky is interpersonally messy and emotionally volatile, but NOT at work; he's judicious and takes his cases seriously.

Lucky is the detective. I.e. other characters can consult, but he and Nilou are the only characters who directly investigate cases.

Lucky and Nilou character dynamics:

Lucky protects Nilou. Lucky and Nilou protect the client.

River, the Mysterious Saviour, can protect them but not the client.

Nilou is here because she's Lucky's student and they like each other, NOT because there's any element of detective work that Lucky couldn't do on his own.

That said, other characters should respect Nilou regardless of her age (or if they don't, the narrative should prove them wrong).

Lucky likes being Nilou's teacher due to the responsibility (respect), Nilou likes being Lucky's student due to the delineated expectations (sympathy). This dynamic doesn't start to shift until KH Act 1.

Where they disagree, Lucky advocates for the pragmatic approach, while Nilou advocates for the moral approach.

Although their respective powers suggest the opposite, in fight scenes (jokingly) Lucky is a DEX fighter, and Nilou a STR fighter.

While they can both be "reckless", it's in different ways (insofar as this is a negative thing). Nilou is impulsive and defiant (goes off on her own). Lucky is obsessive and defensive (cannot let it go).

Expanding on 8: Lucky's driving psychological issue is "Everyone thinks I'm crazy, and I need to prove I'm not."

Nilou's driving psychological issue is "I can't trust the authority figures around me, I can only rely on myself."

General logistics and world stuff to keep in mind:

Nobody in the psychic community--Lucky, Nilou, Hawthorn, even the DSC--has any legal authority to investigate "magical crimes".

Hawthorn respects Lucky.

Hawthorn does not intervene in Lucky's job to protect him (he trusts Lucky to do his job).

Lucky likes and respects Hawthorn, despite his protests.

Logistically speaking, Lucky is kind of working on commission. He's an employee of the Hawthorn Agency, but the majority of his income comes from individual clients he takes on himself.

Lucky is broke because his clients rarely pay him, not because Hawthorn is like, torturing him or whatever.

Hawthorn's other agents have other jobs; they're not doing the same thing Lucky does.

Nilou does not get paid to be Lucky's student; she's there to learn. Basically a co-op student. The implication is that she becomes a detective too, eventually.

Conclusions, things that we've tried before and don't work, alternatives that would:

If Lucky is not working the case, or trying to get out of working the case, something has gone wrong plot-wise.

Hawthorn should not be causing problems for Lucky's job, or for Lucky's life.

Lucky taking cases personally should be the exception, not the rule.

Characters shouldn't cinema-sins-ding the concept of a kid sidekick.

If Nilou is there to learn, make sure she is... learning.

I know it's tempting because he's short, but Lucky is actually more experienced with hand-to-hand combat than Nilou. And Matilda, for that matter.

Not only do I not need to "give Nilou stuff to do", Lucky behaving irresponsibly/not doing his job would cause massive character conflict between them. So only deploy this if said conflict is the intentional focus of the plot.

Lucky being Hawthorn's agent is a really useful plot generator, but we should never lean on this to get Lucky out of danger. That kills the drama, and also doesn't make any sense? All these events are moves made by different factions irrespective of human-world law, and taking out a rival agent can and should be a valid move.

There's one specific case where Hawthorn IS trying to protect Lucky. Per these rules, that should take the form of Hawthorn pushing for Lucky to lie low/go on vacation, while Lucky pushes to stay on the case.

Also laying all this out, I feel like it might be useful to look at KH Act 2 as "Lucky is the client".

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HEY THERE PEOPLE OF TODAY AND ROBOTS OF TOMORROW! IT'S ME, CLARK!

For the last twelve years peeps have asked me if I was opened to commissions. I had only offered services like that once, resulting in a weird transformation comic where some dude gets turned into a sexy duck. Hey, guy's gotta pay for pizza somehow, folks. Especially when Pizza Monster keeps stealing mine! At this rate I should stop spending my moola on deep-dish and use it to fortify my home. Luckily I might be able to do so now, thanks to all of you out there! For you see, it was during those twelve years that a few of you kept coming back to my deviantART page to see what crazy new things the Clarktoons and I were up to. Whether it was to see how many characters I could cram into one Sketch BOOM, hear my thoughts regarding Christmas Specials in Giraffe's Eye View, or simply to witness whatever cute crap Bumper was up to, 500 of you weirdos liked whatever I was doing. I couldn't be more grateful to those 500 peeps. I've always said my purpose in life was to make people happy, so knowing I've done so for that many people helps remind me that I'm doing something right. You all are truly the best and there's nothing I could do to express my immense appreciation. Or is there? A few of you may recall my promising something whenever I reached that many followers. While I've been distracted with my recent hacking incident or preparing for the upcoming Holiday seasons, I didn't forget about said promise. At long last, I have opened myself up to commissions! If anybody out there wants me to draw some silly silly, I'm ready to do so [within reason]. Details and prices will be posted in a journal sometime soon, but for now let's get to a commission paid for by my friend @the-pale-servant.

She had paid me to draw a Full Body piece for her Hollow Knight OC, Giolla. I'd go deeper into detail, but I know next to nothing about these games. Instead here's Jart's description of the character for some context:

Well they are a vessel created by the Pale King and lived in the White Palace with the King and his Lady for a short while before their kingdom fell to ruins. Now they live their life as a wanderer and console the bugs dying of the Infection, their shield is memento from a friend and lover long passed from the plague

Let it be known that she also said I didn't have to know anything about the series to get this backstory. Uh huh. So I didn't have to know who the Pale King is or what significance the White Palace has, eh? Not to make this piece I didn't. This is actually my second attempt at drawing this character, the original sporting a different pose. I wasn't fond of how it turned out, so it was back to the drawing board with a better, more dynamic sketch. From there it was just a matter of coloring and getting Jart's approval, which only happened after I muted the colors. After years of making art that looks like Walt Disney's vomit, it feels so weird using darker colors. Still, my friend seemed to enjoy it as I hope the rest of you do. If anybody out there wants me to draw something like this with their own characters, be on the lookout for that upcoming journal and feel free to send me a Note via deviantART. Until then-

MAY THE GLASSES BE WITH YOU!

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autumnalwalker · 7 months

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Character snippet tag

Thank you for the tag, @druidx.

Passing the tag to @writernopal, @imbrisvastatio, @alnaperera, @floweryprosegarden, @ryns-ramblings, and an open tag for anyone else who wants it.

Rules: pick an OC and post a snippet from their viewpoint.

So, this one's perhaps a little bit of a spoiler since it comes from near the very end of @thearchivistsjournal, but it's one of the few times in there that we get to hear the words of anyone other than the titular Archivist. To read the scene being described here from the Archivist's point of view, see Day 12. For Lin's description of meeting the Archivist for the first time, keep reading below the cut:

I actually made a point of avoiding you when you first washed up, especially after I heard you were going to be Archivist. I still missed the old man and had a lot of tangled up feelings with all my good memories of the archive being tainted by sadness over his loss. But I couldn’t avoid the place forever and I missed it as much as I did him, so I finally got my courage together and made myself go down there.

I was so nervous about how it was going to go, seeing someone else in his place, watching over our books, intruding in my place to hide from the world. But then I got down the stairs and you looked ridiculous. I know I should say I’m sorry for laughing like I did, but I’m still not. I don’t mean that in a mean way though. Seeing you there, looking nothing like him but drowning in his clothes like you were his kid that had gotten into his closet and surrounded by an utter mess was just the right kind of silly to get rid of those nerves and make me feel better about, well, a lot of things really. I know you were embarrassed but please don’t be when you look back on that. Under the exact context that you couldn’t have known, I don’t think you could have made a better first impression.

And I’ll admit, seeing all the books out of place and hearing they were going to be reorganized felt wrong at first. The archive means a lot to me, and who were you to change something so important? But then as you were talking you just got so into it. Talking so fast you were stumbling over yourself and repeating things but smiling the whole time. Here was someone else who really cared. I was afraid you wouldn’t.

As we got to talking and while I settled back into my old reading spot I started thinking maybe rearranging everything wasn’t so bad. It was a fresh start. A way for the archive to keep what it’s always meant to me without reminding me of what I’d lost.

From there, it wasn’t hard to start thinking of you as a fresh start. Someone who didn’t have any prior history or associations with me to poison the present. Someone I could do things right with.

You know I’ve drifted away from all my other old friends. Some of the reasons I’ve told you, some I think you’ve figured out, and some you probably have an idea of now after all that other stuff I wrote. I’ve had my problems in the past. Still do. But I’ve gotten better. And I’m still getting better.

I know it was never your intention, but thank you for giving me the opportunity to try being a good friend again. For being any kind of friend again. I think we both know you can be alone without being lonely, just like you can be with others and still be lonely. I was definitely the latter for a long time. Longer than I realized, and you were my first step to getting out of that.

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For the OC questions: 5, 24, 31 and 40!

Sweeeet!:D thank you for yet another ask oml <3 🤧

Let's see!(⁠ﾉ⁠◕⁠ヮ⁠◕⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠*⁠.⁠✧

5. If you could make only one of your OCs popular/known, who would it be?

Oh pretty much my semi-self insert & sailor moon oc Mia Hideno (Amethyst as a villain) 🤧 I mean it's also the one I have the biggest history with, and my 2nd most developed and thought out one after Evelyn(unless we speak lore/inspo wise where it's an equal footing) . Like imma be fr here I'm surprised that an anime/manga that named 90% and counting of its villains after minerals/gemstones there wasn't anyone in canon after that (like,,,it can be the sailor earth of villain ocs <3). Plus I'm very much set on how her story goes (with multiple endings.) So all I need is to resume my SM rewatch that was paused after aot pt.3 trailer was released and I'm on it! (⁠ﾉ⁠◕⁠ヮ⁠◕⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠*⁠.⁠✧

And like,,, her and demande,,, my og oc ship that's still kicking today 😆💎💐 what I clung on to until creating reinelyn :")

24. If you could meet one OC of yours, who would it be and why??

Ahhh right, I knew right away who would it be and that reminded me- I don't think I've introduced aya here yet have I?:3

Because shopping with her would be the dream tbh. Your wardrobe would feel like a blessing had struck it. Also she sweet 🤧🤧

31. Pick one OC of yours and explain what their tumblr blog would be like (what they reblog, layout, anything really)

Just one? :c I'm going with main trio for this one

Evelyn: mostly just pretty and cute aesthetic pictures and philosophical/ motivational quotes. She doesn't have that much free time on her hands so when she does it rather be in a positive territory that doesn't drain her further. Although should she befriend anyone also continuously support whatever they make by sharing it with commentary.

Mia: exclusive art account. A close resemblance to the one I have myself indeed (semi-self insert indeed xD). Should she have a personal one kinda like Evelyn's but also a lot of character meta/analysis posts reblogged. For certain a villain apologist 😆

Cecille: mostly short personal posts, doesn't bother with anything that isn't pfp and a snarky line for the blog title. probably gets anon hate claiming her attitude is ass so she replies with one 🥱 (as in "ain't reading all that") and leaves it. (I love her 🤧)

40. Any fond memories linked to your characters? Feel free to share!

Honestly nothing overly specific of an event considering I kept a lot about them to myself for a long time but,,, let's say these

For Mia just about how everytime I have a brainrot for her it's like the muse had struck me I had to keep a list if I burn out before doing them all so it can be pulled for next time 🤧💐

In Evelyn's case it's more recent knowing pretty much everyone I talk about her with is interested & likes her🥹. I mean that really gives me a chance to go and further ny writing skill and it's also nice to look in her tag and see old and new stuff

My pride and joy that's what she is ✨ :")

Some oc questions

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The Reckoning

Steve Rogers/Tony Stark’s Daughter OC

A Dark AU Fic

Chapter 3

Author's Note

This chapter contains some sexual content including dirty thoughts, dirty talk, fingering, etc as well as other mature content. Here's your warning. This story is only going to get more mature. I highly suggest minors DNI. The italic lyric sections are from the song posted at the beginning of the chapter. You can also get the song info from the playlist. - Leia

Energize me with a simple touch

Or with an open heart

Energize me, fire up this flame

That's burning between us

She had a date with Steve Rogers tonight! Alexa had to keep reminding herself that was real. Wanda was on her way over to help her get ready. She'd never been so nervous about anything in her life and she couldn't get that kiss off her mind. She was now completely intoxicated by it and all she could think about was how badly she wanted more. She'd give him all of her if he asked. Alexa knew she had to be careful or Steve Rogers would have her falling in love without a second thought.

Steve had spent more time in planning than working since she had agreed to the date. This was about more than seducing Alexa, as there was a part of him that wanted her to fall in love with him. He remembered his mother used to talk about how important it was to have someone to love in your life because it didn't just keep you balanced and grounded, it made you whole. The older he got, the more he understood exactly what she meant by those words. Too often though, he ran into superficial women who were only after him for sex, money, or both. Perhaps Alexa's purity truly was what he needed. Despite the life he lead, he didn't want to be alone for the rest of it with nothing but endless, empty hook ups. Steve actually was hoping to find some meaning in his life. If Bucky could find a woman to marry him then so could he. He just intended on making his Alexa after meeting her and kissing her just once had given him hope.

"You going to work at all or just plan this date?" Bucky questioned as he entered the study and took a seat on the sofa.

"Man, he's got to figure out how to make it through it without losing control of his cock," Sam quipped from the chair opposite Bucky with a laugh.

"She's that beautiful?"

"Drop dead fucking gorgeous..."

"Watch your mouth, Sam," Steve interrupted in a warning tone.

"What did you do now, Wilson?" asked Natasha as she walked in with a stack of files that she took over to Steve.

"He made a comment about Steve's girl, Doll," Bucky answered for him with a sideways smirk as Natasha walked over and sat down next to Bucky.

"He should know better."

"She's not my girl yet," Steve remarked quickly.

"Oh she will be. You've already got her like putty in your hands, man," Sam states. "I saw that myself."

"I do not!"

"Man, you are so blind!"

"Sam, tell me this," Natasha began. "How innocent do you think she is?"

"Fifty bucks says she's a virgin."

"Stark's daughter? No way that's possible," Bucky commented. "You're on."

"He kept her hidden away from the world at all girls schools, right? Sam's virgin theory actually makes sense to me," Nat agreed with Sam, a rare occasion.

"Buck, is there strange weather or hell freezing over?" Steve inquired as he stood from his desk.

"No," Bucky replied quickly. "Why?"

"Because not only did Natasha just agree with Sam, in doing it she disagreed with you."

"I hate you, Sam."

"Get over yourself, Barnes," Sam retorted.

"Ok, children, we have to get this place date ready so behave yourselves," Nat chided. "Steve, go get ready. Bucky and I are on this."

"And, me too. I'm on food."

"Your beignets are almost as good as the ones in New Orleans."

"He's cooking?" questioned Bucky.

"Sous chef, asshole!" Sam exclaimed. "We have a good cook, but at least I can cook without setting the place on fire."

"Guys, please," Steve half pleaded as he began to walk around his desk. "Buck, you know very well Sam can cook. Every time he makes beignets you eat more of them than anyone. Don't even try to deny it. Can the two of you not act like a couple of children right now? You're my top two guys and you both know damn well how important tonight is."

"I'll behave if he does."

"Fine. I will for you, Steve," Bucky lamented. "I know that the two of us, along with my wife, and Barton are the inner most circle of your business, your trust, and your family. We really should act better."

"Damn right you should," Steve scolded the two men. "I'm getting really tired of having to have this conversation so get your shit with each other fixed and together pronto before I kick both of your asses. It's not a request either."

"Well, Barton is running the business tonight, Steve, so you can relax. He's the only one in this circle not here right now and he's been in it longer than me or Sam," Nat informed Steve.

"I know and I wouldn't relax with things in anyone else's hands, truth be told."

"Go get ready and let us take care of everything else!"

"Fine, Natasha, but I better not catch any of you spying once she's here!"

"Go before I punch you!"

Steve left the room without a word and headed towards his master suite. He had to trust the people he was closest to where tonight was concerned. He had to dial back on the control issues. He really did. He just wanted tonight to go perfectly. Deep down he knew a romantic was inside of him, underneath the exterior of the crime boss. He was dealing weapons, owning nightclubs, and running other such financial ventures that were not all exactly legal. Steve still lived by a code. He had rules. He didn't deal in drugs and there was to be no harming of women or children. It was this code of rules that helped him sleep at night. Steve knew Stark didn't hold to any sort of rules like this. The man was ruthless in his dealings. Steve would rather lose a deal or make less money than compromise his morals. They meant far too much to him. He wanted Alexandra to know and understand this about him. He was a man of principle despite the kind of business he was truly in because being true to those things were what made him a better man in the end. He felt like it kept his conscious clean or as clean as possible. This is the man he was raised to be by his parents, particularly his mother, who also told him that non of this would be worth it unless he had someone by his side that he loved and loved him in return. He wanted to romance her. He didn't know how things would go tonight, but he certainly was going to try to ensnare her completely before the night was over.

It's not a fantasy

Another mystery

It's just what I can feel

And something I can see

It's like a memory

And in a melody

It's just what we all know

And we all hear

Alexa was nervously sitting at her vanity with her robe tied over her lingerie, keeping her covered while Wanda came waltzing into the room with an outfit and shoes. She flashed her friend a wide smile as she waited to see what Wanda was so excited about. Wanda presented her with a black dress that was more casual than the one she had worn to dinner at the Pierce's home, simple black pumps, and then started showing her what jewelry pieces and purse she would put with the outfit. Alexa knew she wouldn't have been calm at all trying to do this herself. Wanda really was her lifeline. She was nothing but a giant ball of nerves because she was more than attracted to Steve. She knew that for certain. She, also, had a feeling from things she had heard from her Dad that Steve was in a similar line of work. Her Dad likely thought she knew very little about the family business. He paid so little attention to her that he had no idea what she knew and didn't know of his business dealings. She knew all too well how he felt about Steve and that they were rivals. In all honesty, Alexa didn't care. She liked Steve and no longer cared about what Tony Stark thought since he'd never been much of a father to her at all. All Alexa was focusing on was her happiness, as she found it to be more important than her father liking what her choices are. She felt very strongly that her path to happiness had something to do with Steve, so she was following this feeling like her life depended on it.

She had taken the dress from Wanda then went to put it on. At her best friends' suggestion, she still opted for the black lace lingerie underneath the dress. Wanda said Alexa still should feel sexy whether or not he's going to see it. Once she has the dress on, she walked back out to Wanda who was waiting for her at the vanity with a sly smile spread across her lips.

"You're going to have him eating out of your hands because you look hot," Wanda remarked. "Sit down girl, so I can finish your hair and make up."

"Oh please, Wanda," Alexa replied. "I'm an inexperienced virgin that has no clue what the hell I'm doing."

"Then let him guide you. If he wants you, then your inexperience won't matter. You know he'll know what he's doing."

Alexa was laughing nervously as she sat down at the vanity. Wanda laughed along with her as she started work on her make up. She did her best to relax while Wanda fixed her make up then her hair. This time her hair was styled down in a wavy look, pinned off to one side. Her friend helped her with her jewelry and purse then she put on the heels as Wanda went to find her a jacket. Alexa stood to her feet once she had her shoes on and examined herself in the mirror. She felt her nerves trying to eat her alive. Wanda placed a hand on her shoulder and slightly startled her. She took a deep breath before taking the jacket Wanda was holding out for her. It was a casual black blazer that was trimmed with lace and went perfectly with her outfit. Alexa slipped the jacket on and smiled at her friend. It was almost time to go. Alexa was having to remind herself how to breathe. Wanda gave her a tight hug and big smile. There was something magical about Wanda's hugs to her. She had a best friend who was like magic in a bottle, and she honestly wasn't sure what she would do without her.

"What would I do without you?" Alexa asked her friend. "I'm being serious here, Wanda. It's almost time to go and I wouldn't be calm at all if not for you."

"You're the best friend that anyone could ask for and anyone would be thankful to call you a friend," Wanda responded. "I do it all out of love because you're like a sister to me."

"It would have been nice to have a sister."

"You do now and have as long as you've had me."

"You better not go anywhere on me."

"I won't. Promise."

"Good and I promise not to go anywhere on you."

"That's even better."

"I want to tonight to go well, Wanda. I do really like him."

"Just relax and it will."

"That kiss, Wanda. It was literally electric."

"Go with the flow, Alexa. You got this. The way you've talked about Steve since the other night tells me that you can do this. You need to stop overthinking."

"I really don't know if that's possible."

Wanda let out a chuckle and looked at the time on her phone, seeing it was time to get Alexa downstairs for her date. She handed Alexa her purse before grabbing her own bag. She then put an arm around her friend and lead her out of the apartment, pausing a moment for Alexa to lock up, before they made their way to the elevator. She made sure to give her friend some final words of encouragement to help calm Alexa's nerves on the elevator ride down and the walk out of the building. They shared a last hug before parting ways, Alexa to the car Steve sent and Wanda towards the subway.

I was blind

I was closed down

Could not feel

Or set it free

Steve walked out into his patio with a glass of whiskey to take a look at Natasha's handy work. She'd hung curtain lights around an outdoor couch for him and Alexa to sit and talk after dinner. The way she'd set it up made it look little more like a bed with the pillows and ottomans that extended it out. How cheeky of her. She advises him to not think with his cock and then sets this up. It was like throwing temptation at his feet. He laughed to himself slightly as he walked over to the dinner table. He took another sip of his whiskey as he saw the lights set up around it. It was beautiful and romantic. He sighed aloud as he took another sip. He was nervous about tonight and just wanted it to go perfectly. He'd never seen a woman more beautiful than Alexa and was eager to taste those sweet lips of hers again.

"Hey, Romeo," he heard Natasha call from the doorway. "Your Juliet will be here soon. I'm glad you opted for something a bit less formal with the khakis and the button down."

"You don't like it?" He questioned in response.

"I didn't say that, Steve! It looks great! Now hurry up with that whiskey and give me that glass. I've got wine chilling at the dinner table."

Steve gave her a slight laugh before finishing his drink and handing her the glass. Natasha smiled before going back into the penthouse, leaving Steve out in the patio to nervously await Alexa's arrival. Natasha had just emerged from leaving Steve's dirty glass in the kitchen when the main entrance door to the penthouse opened to reveal Sam escorting Alexa inside. Natasha examined the young woman in front of her. She was as beautiful as both Steve and Sam had described. She felt Bucky come up beside her and wrap an arm around her as they watched Sam take her jacket and purse. She wore a black cocktail dress and heels with simple make up, which made it clear to Natasha that Alexa was far from superficial. She could see the nervous smile on the girl's face as she approached them with Sam having gone to put away her jacket and purse.

"You must be Alexa," Natasha greeted warmly as she reached a hand out to her and smiled. "I'm Natasha and this is my husband Bucky."

"Who is also Steve's best friend," Bucky added. "We grew up together."

Alexa smiled and clasped Natasha's hand, shaking it firmly before repeating the same action with Bucky, "It's very lovely to meet you both."

"Likewise, Alexa. Steve has good taste."

"Ok, now that Sam is back in the kitchen, I need to get you to Steve," Natasha stated. "Don't mind my husband. He's a bit of a flirt, though a harmless one."

"Not harmless to you."

"We'll be talking later in Russian, dear."

"Ooh you're in trouble, Barnes!" Sam shouted from the kitchen doorway.

"Get your ass back in that kitchen making those beignets, Wilson!" Bucky yelled as he started walking in that direction.

Alexa started laughing, "Are they always like this?"

"Sometimes worse," Natasha answered with a laugh.

"That must make life interesting."

"It can. We're all equals to Steve in his eyes. It's just Sam is from New Orleans and makes great beignets."

"Steve treats you all as his equals?"

"You're shocked I can tell. Stark not work that way?"

"Absolutely not. There's a clear 'know your place' hierarchy in Dad's organization. He thinks I don't know as much as I do, but I'm not blind."

Natasha was easily able to tell Alexa's shock at the way Steve saw all of them. It was in her eyes and her facial expression. The change in her tone when she spoke of her father, Tony Stark, was one of obvious contempt. This may be easier than they imagined it to be if she really, truly felt that way about him.

"You know," Natasha said to her. "I think we're going to be good friends."

"I think so too," Alexa replied with a smile.

"Steve's out on the patio. I'll take you to him."

Natasha finished leading Alexa through the main living area to the patio doors. She opened the door for Alexa and Steve met them on the other side with a smile. She watched as both of their faces lit up at the sight of each other and knew that whether Steve or Alexa planned it, they were falling in love. Natasha was good at noticing these things and always turned out to be right. She went back inside to leave the new lovebirds to enjoy their date.

Energize me with a simple touch

Or with an open heart

Energize me, fire up this flame

That's burning between us

"Love is brewing," Natasha spoke aloud to Bucky who had just come from the kitchen.

"You think so?" He asked in response.

"I saw the way they looked at each other. I know so."

"Romantic Steve is finally falling."

"Even better news. I don't think she's a big fan of her dear old dad."

"Why do you say that?"

"Her tone of voice when speaking of him was one of complete and utter disdain."

"How ironic and wonderful."

"Now why don't we go back to our rooms."

"I like that idea because if he catches us trying to spy he will kill is both."

"Hopefully Wilson won't be stupid."

"Isn't he always?"

"Be nice, honey. You promised Steve. Now let's go."

Bucky let out a laugh as Natasha leaned on her husband and they began to walk out of the living room area towards their private living quarters. As much as they wanted to spy on Steve's date, they knew the best thing would be to give him some privacy that he deserved with Alexa.

It lies in everyone

This swelling energy

It's all around us too

Electrifying you

So can't you set it free?

This virtue is the key

Just something we all know

And we are used

Steve lead Alexa out onto the patio. He leaned down and planted a chaste kiss on her lips. She looked absolutely beautiful. He had to keep the kiss chaste and simple or he wouldn't be able to control himself at all.

"You look absolutely beautiful," he smiled.

"Not so bad yourself, handsome," she smiled back as she looked around at the set up. "Does it always look like this or did you do this for tonight?"

"Natasha did some special additions for tonight. I had ideas and she ran with them."

"From the little time I've spoken with her I'm not surprised honestly."

Steve let out a hearty laugh completely unsurprised that Natasha was already winning her over. He was happy to know that. He then began to lead her in the direction of the dinner table.

"She told me that you treat your people as equals. I find that admirable," Alexa commented.

"You know about the business I'm in?" He inquired.

"And, that you and my Dad are serious rivals? Yes, I do."

Steve looked at her a bit stunned. They were now facing each other. He was impressed with her knowledge. Now he just needed to know how she felt about it.

"Does that bother you?" He asked her as they stepped closer to each other.

"Not at all," She answered. "I'm not a big fan of my Dad, you see. He never was much of a parent."

"Yet you admire me?"

"I do. In truth, you're a good man. I can tell. It's about your principles, Steve, which is something you obviously have that my Dad seriously lacks."

"I've had my suspicions there."

"And, you'd be right."

"What would he say to this?"

"Oh he'd blow a gasket!"

They both began to laugh as Steve pulled Alexa completely into his arms. Their eyes locked just before he bent his head down to meet her lips in a sweet kiss. The kiss deepened as her body practically melted into his. He used his tongue to gently part her lips before hers eagerly joined his in a passionate dance. She instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck as his tightened around her waist, pressing her as close to his body as she could get. Steve could feel his arousal grow as she moaned into his mouth as the kiss continued to grow deeper. His pants were growing uncomfortably tight and he was certain she could tell. Alexa felt that wetness form between her thighs again, except this time it wasn't stopping and she knew her panties were a sopping mess. What was this kiss doing to her? She was pretty sure she wasn't going to be able to remember to breathe after this. He pulled their bodies even closer together as her hands ruffled through his hair. She could feel his growing erection through his pants and started to wonder if they were even going to make it to eat dinner.

"I've been waiting since you got out of my car to go into your building the other night to do that," he spoke as their lips parted and foreheads touched.

"I'm so glad you did," she replied breathlessly.

"Why don't we enjoy some dinner then we can spend some time on the seated area I had set up for us. How does that sound?"

"Quite lovely actually."

"We're supposed to have beignets if Bucky didn't sneak into the kitchen and eat them all."

Alexa let out a warm, genuine laugh as Steve lead them the rest of the way to the table. He was the perfect gentleman as he pulled out Alexa's chair for her and pushing it back in once she sat down. He even served their wine. Alexa was beyond impressed with this man. She did not want him to be too good to be true. No, she needed him to be real. This was the kind of man women dreamed of finding so Alexa desperately needed this to be the real Steve.

He watched her smiling at him as he took his own seat at the table. The silence between them in those moments he knew wasn't awkward but nerves. Steve could tell. It was in her eyes. He was sure it was in his own too. They both wanted this. That's exactly what it said.

I can feel

It's inside me

Open up

Enlighten me

"Few people see this side of me," Steve remarked. "The relaxed version I mean."

"It wouldn't be good for business if too many knew this Steve," she replied with a smile.

"I'm not a completely cold and calculating boss."

"You didn't have to say that for me to know it."

"How can you tell?"

"The loyalty of your top lieutenants. They're loyal because they want to be, not because they have to be. My Dad has very little of that."

"I give my people an out if they want it. It may cost something but it won't cost their life."

"Cost what?"

"If they owe me money then they've got to settle all monetary balances."

"That's it?"

"And sign a non disclosure contractual agreement."

"That way they can't talk to anyone."

"Exactly."

"That's brilliant."

"Thank you."

"Having the option to get out at all says a lot about you."

"What does it say?"

"You value them, all of them. It means that their lives and happiness mean something to you. It tells me that you truly value life itself and those around you. I think it also means that you're truly respected by those you have working for you. Do many leave?"

"No. I've had none leave since I took over unless they retired or died. I can assure you that the deaths had nothing to do with me."

"I believe you, Steve. You're too honorable to lie and something tells me you're a shitty liar."

"That's what Natasha says."

Alexa burst into laughter. She could feel herself letting her shell come apart as they discussed how he ran his business. He truly was an amazing man and the complete opposite of her dad. He was the breath of fresh air she truly needed in her life. It made her smile genuinely at him to feel safe to be so open as she began to eat the meal before her. He smiled back as he'd began to do the same. Their text exchanges earlier in the day and yesterday hadn't been this deep nor had they eased her nerves about this date. She was hoping that the fact she liked him wasn't too obvious.

Steve had laughed with her. He found her laugh to be exhilarating and beautiful. They'd both begin to eat their dinner. He'd requested the chef make eggplant parmigiana with a side of grilled vegetables, since she'd mentioned in her text it was one of her favorites. He loved watched her smile at him between bites and sips of wine. He found her beautiful inside and out. How could he possible use her for any reason? He just wanted to make her his own. The fact that her being with him would get deep under the skin of Tony Stark would be a bonus. There was an innocence about her that was especially noticeable when she blushed. He loved it as he watched her shy away when their eyes would meet as they ate.

Energize me with a simple touch

Or with an open heart

Energize me, fire up this flame

That's burning between us

"What brought you to working for the Mayor?" Steve inquired.

"I'm studying Political Science and Communications," Alexa answered. "I knew it would be good experience and piss my Dad off."

"You want to piss him off?"

"Actually, I do. That seems to confuse you."

He raised an eyebrow at her slightly as she let out a slight laugh. He never expected her to have this kind of attitude towards Tony. This was a very unexpected twist.

"I just didn't quite expect you to not be completely loyal to him," Steve said with a smile.

"Oh, Steve, you'll find that I'm full of surprises," she grinned. "My father is the last person I'm going to be loyal to when he's never been there for me."

"He's doesn't know that does he?"

"Not at all. I want him to be shocked, surprised, angry, and every possible emotion when he discovers this exists."

"You like my company that much so far?"

"I do."

"Good because I like yours too."

Energize me with a simple smile

Open up your mind

Energize me activate that light

That's given and taken

They smiled at each other. There was a warmth in their shared look that was obvious they'd both noticed. Steve stood up from his seat and walked around the table to her. He offered her his hand and she instantly took it. He helped her up from the table and pulled her close, breathing in her scent he found found intoxicating. She leaned into him before looking up into his eyes and smiling. He turned and lead her over to the seated area he had set up for them. She sat down and he followed before pulling her close to him. She turned to face him and placed her legs over the top of his. He laid an arm over the top of her legs and she leaned closer into him. Neither of them were able to stop smiling as their foreheads touched.

"You say all these things about me, Alexa, but do you even notice a thing about yourself?" Steve questioned her as he gently caressed her face with his other hand.

She looked down slightly before responding, "I'm not sure what you mean."

"Alexa, you're more than just beautiful. You're intelligent, insightful, and obviously caring with the way you talk about admiring a moral code. It shows you're beautiful inside and out, all the way to your soul."

"Steve, I'm not that special."

"With all you've said to me tonight? You're probably the most amazing woman I've ever met."

Can you believe in the power that's burning between us?

Would you believe if you open up your mind

Open up your mind

Alexa felt her cheeks turn red as she tries to turn her face away from him because she couldn't see in herself what he saw in her. He used his hand to turn her gaze back towards him before sweetly kissing her lips.

"I wish you could see yourself as I do," he spoke as their lips parted.

"It does mean I'm not some superficial narcissist," she replied with a smile.

"Was that a jibe at your father?"

"You caught me."

"I know you have problems with him, Alexa, and I'm sorry for that."

"It's no one's fault but his. Honestly, he doesn't even realize it. It would be even better if he'd leave me alone to live my life."

"You want to be free of him?"

"Whatever it takes."

"What is it you want, Alexa?"

"The life the life I choose for me, and I'd like that to include you."

"You can definitely have that. In case you haven't noticed, I don't give a flying fuck what Tony Stark thinks. I'm glad you want me in your life because I want you in mine."

"Steve, you're serious?"

"I tell you that you're the most incredible woman I've ever met and you doubt me now because I want to be with you?"

"It's so silly I know."

"You're damn right it is! It's very silly. Of course, I'm serious! Do I need to prove it to you?"

Alexa was silent, completely unsure of what to say, when suddenly Steve's lips came furiously crashing into hers. There were no words needed between them. The kiss began to deepen and they both needed to be closer to each other. The need to touch more was driving them both insane. Alexa moved her legs that had been laying in top of his so that she could completely change the dynamic. She broke the kiss briefly to re-adjust the way she was positioned before placing one leg over both of his, completely straddling him, and taking his lips with with her own to resume the kiss. Steve had not expected Alexa to do that and he was more turned on than ever as he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her body as close to his as he possibly could. He only wanted her more now. She just officially made it harder for him to stop. He moved his lips from hers and began to trail his down her neck. A slight moan escaped her lips as he began to suckle slightly on the tender skin of her neck before pulling her closer to him and them to where she was laying flat on the chaise. He was now hovering above her as their lips connected again. She slipped her right leg up and around his waist as he began to move his lips to her neck again.

Steve was going insane as he tasted her skin. He could feel just how aroused he'd become because of just how uncomfortable his pants now had become. He was caressing her left leg as his lips found hers again. It was a deep, passionate kiss that had her wrapping her hands around his neck as he slid his hand up her leg and under dress to caress her thigh. Alexa craves more as she pushed her body upward against his, feeling the wetness pooling between her legs made her ache for that hand of his in her thigh to come closer to her heat. She wanted him to touch her. She needed it. His hand moved closer and reached towards her panties, just touching the edge of the lace. He moved his hand closer towards her center feeling just how soaked she was as he barely brushed over her, making her shiver, as their lips parted.

Energize me with a simple touch

Or with an open heart

Energize me, fire up this flame

That's burning between us

"I'm not going to do anything you don't want me to, Alexa," he assured her softly. "If you want me to stop..."

"I don't want to stop, Steve," She interrupted, half out of breath.

"Please don't stop."

"Are you sure?"

"Touch me, Steve. Please..."

Her pleading was all he needed. Their lips met again as he slid her panties to the side and slipped a finger into her dripping folds. She moaned into his mouth as he began to rub his thumb over her clit. He could feel how tight she was as he began to pump his finger in and out of her. Steve had this feeling Sam was right and Alexa was very likely a virgin. She let out a loud moan as he again moved his lips to her neck. Her back arched as she pushed her body upward to him and he added a second finger. His fingers pumped in and out of her as his mouth continued to ravish her neck. The noises she was making made him crave more of her as the speed of his fingers increased. Alexa could feel a sensation building within her she'd never known or felt before. She cried out as his lips moved down her body towards her collarbone and his thumb continued to massage her clit. He could feel her walls clinching around his fingers and knew she was about to reach her climax.

"You need to let go, sweetheart," he observed as he lifted his lips from her body. "Let go so you can feel the pleasure."

"Oh God, Steve!" she practically screamed as she let the orgasm ride through her and her legs were shaking.

"There you go."

He kissed her sweetly as he slid his fingers out of her. He wanted more but he just couldn't push this. He could tell she'd never been touched before this. What he needed to know was what she wanted. Alexa was coming down from a high of ecstasy and now all she wanted was more. She already desired him but now that she'd felt this, all she could do was yearn for more.

"Please, Steve..." she pleaded.

"You want more?" He questioned.

"I don't want you to stop."

"Are you certain this is what you want?"

"Yes, I am."

"Stay right here."

He gave her a quick kiss before sliding out from above her and standing up beside the chaise. She looked over at him, curious as to what he was doing and raised an eyebrow.

"Steve, what are you doing?" She inquired as she began to sit up.

He bent down and scooped her up into his arms bridal style before standing back fully upright. She wrapped her arms around his neck and their eyes met.

"I'm taking you to my bed," he explained with a wicked smirk forming on his lips.

Energize me with a simple smile

Open up your mind

Energize me, fire up this flame

That's burning forever

Author's Note

Chapter 4 is written and completed. I just have to type it up. It will be posted in a few days so keep a look out. Things are getting hot and heavy for Steve and Alexa! I'd love to hear what you're thinking so far! We are just getting started. There's a lot more to come including trouble from Tony. He will be showing up soon. Stay tuned and hold on for more action! - Leia

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