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sondepoch · 4 years

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HC: MC is more flexible than them!

Perfection is certain. Perfection is solid. Perfection is the body of a demon or an angel, where there is no room (or need) for bones to crack and muscles to stretch. You and Solomon, though? You’re human. Not so “perfect” when compared to the other inhabitants of at RAD—but that just makes it all the more interesting when they finally see the way the human body can crack and bend

Word Count: 5.5k

SFW + mild descriptions of cracking body parts

Characters: All brothers + All Undateables + Luke

MASTERLIST

Lucifer

Instant panic mode

Man just learned that it’s possible for humans to break bones, so when he hears you casually crack your knuckles, he instantly assumes that all your fingers are broken

Finds it even more terrifying when you lean your head back and crack your neck

Honestly, the look of sheer horror on his face would be terrifying if you didn’t find it so funny

Is actually super confused when he realizes that you’re 100% fine but will not lower himself to actually asking you about it. That is not the Lucifer way, and so this man instead decides to secretly binge Satan’s collection of human anatomy instead

But uh, he gets scarily into it

Seriously, you’re starting to get concerned when it’s been nearly two full weeks of Lucifer ignoring you to bury his nose in a book, eyebrows furrowing every goddamn time he finishes one, and still has no clue what that cracking sound is

It’s only when you casually do it at the dinner table and Asmo cringes, complaining about how weird it is that humans get pockets of gas inside certain joints and they actually have to crack it out, to which all his brothers nod their head and cringe when you do it again, that he understands what it is

Has never been more relieved

He isn’t as disturbed by the sound as he was before, so it’s not as fun to tease him with it - but you can count on the fact that if you ever crack anything in his presence, he will pause whatever he’s doing to study you for a moment and make sure your face isn’t contorted in pain or anything

After all, he needs to be completely certain that you haven’t broken a bone

But someone help this man when he realizes how much more flexible humans are compared to demons

The first time you do a backbend in front of him, he actually flinches

Man can’t help but imagine himself in those poses - and no matter how sexy you look when you’re winking at him and stretching your body like it’s glue, his bones would have to be shattered to bits for him to do the same

Quietly asks you not to stretch yourself into such positions in his presence

On the bright side, you can shut him up in the middle of any lecture by “casually” stretching your arms back until the demon is so disturbed that he stops in the middle of his sentence and asks you to leave as soon as possible

All in all, not a big fan - but he can tolerate your antics (if only to save face)

But if you ever show him videos (or even pictures) of a contortionist, he may actually be scarred for the rest of his almost-eternal life

Mammon

Man really needs to learn how to knock

He barges into your room without warning, as usual, only to see you all but straddling the ground, legs spread wide apart as you lean to one side and touch your right toe

It’s the most basic human stretch there is - but it’s terrifying to Mammon

You don’t even get the chance to say hi to him before he’s lifted you onto your feet, pulling you up from under your arms, desperately asking why you weren’t screaming for help

Cannot process the fact that you were actually in that position willingly, much less the notion that it felt remotely good

Of course, you respond to his obvious aversion by showing him all the other ways your body can bend, flopping onto your bed and bending your body into a perfect bridge position

Mammon’s screeches when he sees the arch your back makes

It lowkey gives him nightmares the next night

Also becomes very touchy after he sees you move your body around so comfortably

In his eyes, you’re now the equivalent of a giant teddy bear - and really, what are the differences, now? He uses you for cuddles and hugs, can seemingly bend your body in any way and you’ll bounce back, and your skin is so soft compared to the hardness of his own body

Man actually grows used to your body after a while, holding a strange fascination for the way you can move

Begins to think that it’s cool when you show him how you can crack your knuckles and such

Absolutely makes use of the fact that some of his other brothers hate the sound, casually walking up to them with you by his side and asking them (while you crack your knuckles) to forgive his debts

Works 90% of the time

The 10% when it doesn’t work, though, he gets into trouble

In his free time, though, he actually likes lying with you and trying to figure what other body parts you can crack

Courtesy of Mammon, you learn that you can crack your hip if you stretch at a certain angle

(Bonus:) He one day tries to stretch his body the way you stretch yours and does a basic hamstring stretch on the ground, trying to touch his toes, but the exertion is too much for his inflexible body and he sort of locks a joint, so he’s left on the floor for nearly half an hour until you find him in his room and help him out of it

(Bonus bonus:) After his trauma from the above incident, he immediately goes back to assuming that you’re in great pain every time he sees you do a particularly difficult stretch and instantly lifts your body out of the position, no matter how you protest and say that you’re fine

Leviathan

"What a normie”

That’s the only reaction you get when you crack your knuckles in front of him, eager to see what he’ll do after realizing how much it disturbs his other brothers

Needless to say, you’re disappointed by his utter nonchalance

But that’s only because you have no clue what happens to Levi when he runs to his room and closes his door, jumping into his bathtub with a shook expression on his face

“Oh my god!” He squeals. “iT wAs LiKE iN tHe aNImES”

Nah, fr tho

Man has seen more than enough human-world shows which feature characters cracking their knuckles before getting down to work, so he’s pretty familiar with the concept

Like many things in anime, he was only 60% sure that it was real

But you actually did it

And it was in real life

Man is practically fanboying over a perfectly normal phenomenon

While you’re sitting in the living room, thinking that he was utterly unfazed by it :(

But when the two of you have a whole year to spend together under the same roof, it’s honestly inevitable that the truth comes out

“You like it?” You ask, pure confusion settling over your faces. After all, he’s the first of the brothers to not be utterly horrified by your little habit

“N-no!” Levi shouts, hiding his face. “I mean, maybe...just a little...sort of...but not in the normie way!”

Boi is too cute for his own good

Of course, you humor him and proceed to crack every single joint you can think of, sending a wink Levi’s way

It would be so easy to tease him, wouldn’t it? To mess with him and call him strange, to compare to his brothers and remind him that you’re not an anime character - and that anime is, in fact, based on humans, so it shouldn’t have come as a surprise that humans could crack their knuckles the way he’s seen online

But, he’s too precious. And too cute. And he’s too adorable, staring at you with that utterly captivated expression, so you can’t help but humor him again, asking if he wants to see some of the other differences between humans and demons

And when you show him how you can bend your body, man is shook all over again

He 100% thought that the absurd stretches (like a split? how preposterous) were merely fabrications of animation - flourishes added in by animators to make the visuals more interesting

But seeing you move like that? And when you show him the other stuff?

Congratulations. Boi is officially convinced that humans are more interesting that anime can ever be.

Satan

One of the few demons who was already familiar with the fact that humans are ridiculously flexible and can crack nearly everything in their body

He was actually the one to approach you about it

“Stretch for me, human.”

Or well, the same thing but in less blunt words

Actually invites you to have tea with him where he first broaches the subject, confirming that you'll be fully comfortable with everything he wants to study

Lmao man really arranges to have a safe word in case he pushes you too far

Once you’ve agreed to letting him study how the human body can bend and crack, the two of you set a time and meet up in his room (and yes, he does clear his books out of the way to make room for you)

And so the stretching begins

It actually feels quite awkward at first with Satan showing you pictures from human world yoga books and asking you to mimic them, taking notes in a book on everything

Gets really excited when he realizes that your flexibility is a function of how often you stretch, and once he realizes that you’re able to go a little farther each day, he becomes lowkey obsessed with finding out whether there's a limit or not

Boi may or may not secretly try to stretch in his own room in case demons are just naturally less flexible and need to stretch regularly to become like humans

Also almost breaks his arm attempting that, so he never tries it again

The whole ordeal fits itself into your routine after long enough: after school, you go to Satan’s room and do yoga while he jots down notes on how your body moves, and after everything is done the two of you have tea

Satan never touches you while you’re stretching for fear that he’ll physically push you into something uncomfortable, but when you explain that certain positions are easier to hold if someone helps, he’ll definitely try to be a helping hand

He starts out really tentatively, hesitant that he’ll be too strong and will push you to the floor or something, but he’s pleasantly surprised to find that humans are more resilient than he’d initially thought

After his notebook is filled with notes and he’s suitably convinced that all his questions are sated, he’ll express his gratitude and tell you that you don’t need to continue

But if you tell him that you’ve been enjoying your time together, man will 100% clear that space in his room permanently, so that you can spend time there together while Satan asks you calming questions about your day and you stretch the tension of the day out of your muscles

Asmodeus

Jelly boi

Nah but fr

Man couldn’t care less about your ability to crack your knuckles and neck - if anything, he finds the habit to be irritating

But boi is jealous when he sees how easily you can bend your body and stretch into positions that even he can’t

Obviously, his mind is in the gutter when he’s thinking about the way your body can bend - but he’s equally furious of the fact that human skin is so much softer than demon skin

Like, yes. Most demons have near-perfect skin because of its taut texture - and yes, that gives them the illusion of perfection

But human skin, blemished as it is, is like a teddy bear next to a rock when compared to demon skin

And obviously Asmo’s skin is softer than everyone else’s (this man is NOT skimping out when it comes to his skincare routine), but it infuriates him that his skin isn’t as soft as yours

Of course, man bounces back quicker than anyone else (as expected)

He grows content with the texture of his own skin the moment he realizes how easily penetrable human skin is - namely when he’s doing homework with you and he sees your skin get sliced open by paper, of all things (man nearly chokes when he learns that this is a regular occurrence for humans)

But he never quite loses his fixation for the human body

It’s highkey the reason why he likes touching you so much - your skin is softer than some Devildom blankets! If he could fall asleep with your arms wrapped around him every night, he absolutely would

But he won’t genuinely request that of you unless you explicitly offer, so he’ll settle for simply hugging you at every opportunity

Ofc, the moment he grows content with the texture of his skin, he’s jealous of your flexibility all over again, so it’s kind of nuts

You eventually have to sit him down and tell him all the downfalls of being able to bend yourself into awkward positions (ex: getting stuck in said position or causing a cramp) for him to finally be content with his own body once more

The moment he’s back to normal, all the usual flirtatious jokes come back and he’s offering to let you show him the ways your body can bend

You deny instantly

But if he ever takes you to a club and has the opportunity to dance with you, do a body roll

Man will get on his knees if that’s what it takes to have you do it again

And then he’ll whisk you off to his room, stubbornly ignoring his brother’s protests, declaring that he needs to “reeducate” himself in the art of dance, and that you’re going to be his teacher

And hey - give him a private show while you’re at it ;)

Beelzebub

The first time you crack your knuckles in front of him, he’s eating

Man doesn’t really register it, just assumes that he bit something crunchy

The second time you do it, it’s in his and Belphie’s room - and Belphie is taking a nap

Man gets a little suspicious, because the sound definitely came from your end, but he dismisses it and decides that the sound must have been a hitch in Belphie’s breathing

But the third time, the two of you are alone

And Beel’s protective instincts come rushing to the surface when he realizes that you really are the one making that sound

“Are you dying?”

First question, no matter what. Man has heard of medical conditions that cause bones to become brittle and crumbly, so he needs to know

Then again, he won’t really believe you when you tell him the truth

“You can...crack stuff at will?”

beelisconfuzzled.exe

You have to show him methodically, portion by portion, which of your body parts you can crack

He isn’t disturbed by the sound (he’s eaten things which sound much worse, he can assure you) but man is intrigued

(”But how?” He’ll inevitably ask, struggling to yank his own knuckles off in an attempt to crack them and get that feeling of satisfaction you kept talking about)

All in all,he has a decent reaction - probably one of the only people who won’t overreact about the information

But then the fateful day comes

And he cracks your back

It happens while he’s giving you a big bear hug, proud of you after you came running to tell him about a good grade you got in Devildom Literature - and he places his palm on your back in just the right area, pressing down as he hugs you

And pop

Man is so mortified, he almost drops you

You, on the other hand, cannot be more pleased with this development

“Again! Again!” You shout, trying to get him to repeat the action - but while Beel loves hugging you, cracking your back is something he’s not willing to risk

“It’s okay when you do it, because you know how much your back can take” is his biggest argument. "But I don't."

And unfortunately, calling him a chicken won’t work when you try to convince him otherwise :(

What will work, however, is convincing Beel that this can be a sort of strength training - because he needs to have full control of his body to do it right

He’ll agree to do it once (mainly because you’ve been begging for so long)

But, obviously, “once” means as many times as you want, from there on out ;)

Belphegor

It’s one of the few times where Belphie isn’t in tune with his brother

And he hates it

He doesn’t understand how Beel isn't disturbed by the sound - every time you crack your knuckles, it sends a shudder straight down Belphie’s spine

And it’s not the ick factor taking place. It’s just that Belphie can’t help that his mind wanders to darker places whenever you do something like that, the sound abruptly reminding him of his time in the Celestial War and all the awful things he heard there

Like others, the sound reminds him of how weak you really are

And so, if you ever crack your knuckles around him, expect him to leave instantly

He’s the one brother who will never learn to tolerate it - not when he can remove himself from the situation so easily

And honestly, it’s kind of amazing how sharp his ears are

Is he taking a nap on your lap? If you think you can subtly crack anything without his eyes shooting open, you’re wrong

Is he preparing dinner with you in the kitchen? Nope, the sound of boiling water will not cover the sound of your body stretching too far, and Belphie will shoot you a glare before swiftly exiting the room

Is he simply doing homework with you in the RAD library? You’d think that the sound of chatter from the table next to you would hide the noise you make when you subtly lean back to crack your back, but Belphie is gathering his things mere seconds later, huffing and muttering under his breath

So yeah

Not a fan

On the other hand, he loves how accommodating your body is in terms of how flexibly you are

It brings him great joy, honestly, to just watch you flop your arms around aimlessly because humans’ movements are so fluid, so smooth, so unhindered by the rigid joints of demons

And, obviously, your flexibility makes for better naps

He likes to sleep next to you with his arms wrapped around your waist while you latch onto him in whatever position you deem comfortable

Without a doubt, the position you find is something that would be wholly impossible for a demon (how are you bending your legs that much?!) and it sometimes scares him to realize the full extents of your flexibility (can all humans twist their arms like that, or is it just you?) but he loves that you use your body’s oddities to pull him closer

And he’ll never deny you a comfortable nap if you’re willing to cuddle so readily

Never

Unless you crack your knuckles, that is

Solomon

Life is war and cracking body parts is your only weapon

Aka nonstop competitions between you and our resident wizard boy, both of you cracking body parts back and forth until one of you either fails or runs out of things to crack

Knuckles? Come on, are you even trying? Give him something less basic

Back? Oh yeah. Both sides, too - and the loud ones

Hips? You didn’t think it was possible, but Solomon will look you in the eye and hit one side of his hip, the movement a prelude to an instant CRACK which rings out oh-so-gloriously from the other end

Ribs? You realized you could crack them once and never stopped - you’re actually the one to teach Solomon how to do this

Neck? Always the finisher. So loud, and so satisfying

Neither the House of Lamentation nor Purgatory Hall ever wants to have the two of you over at the same time, because the residents know that you and Solomon will have these competitions. And they absolutely hate it.

So what do you do?

Go to the library and disturb the demons there, of course

It actually becomes a pretty sick form of payback to all the annoying demons that look down on the two of you for being humans, because they always cringe so hard when you guys do this

The two of you have deduced that the sound of knuckles cracking is the demon equivalent to the sound of nails on a chalkboard

And you fucking run wild with it

No one wants to piss either of you off, because you’ll both glare at the demon in question and proceed to crack every body part known to mankind (like seriously - it’s reached the point where you guys can crack your TOES, and if that isn’t absolutely amazing, then you don’t know what is)

It actually highkey annoys the demons in your classes, because you guys always crack everything right before an exam and while it helps you focus better, it effectively ruins their concentration

Ofc you guys don’t really care so they can suck it

But uh

Okay so the demons at RAD may or may not get fed up of you both one day and petition for Diavolo to instate a “No cracking body parts” rule in school

So yeah your primary source of entertainment sort of disappears after that point

But no worries, you and Solomon head to the downtown shopping districts instead and become the BEST hagglers in town

“Hey, can we get these shirts on a discount? Huh? You don’t do discounts?

*Aggressively cracks everything until the demon just wants them out of the store*

“How about now BICH?”

Simeon

You’re actually not the one to introduce Simeon to the idea of humans being able to crack their body parts at will

No, it’s Solomon who steals that pleasure from you

But will Simeon ever let the sorcerer know just how much it unnerves him? Absolutely not. So what does our beloved angel do?

Why, there’s only one option

Come running straight to you.

Man is disturbed. Honestly, disturbed is phrasing it lightly. If he were in his angel form, you’d be able to see how his feathers ruffle and flutter at the very thought of that sound

Needless to say, he hates it

(You 100% consider cracking your knuckles in front of him, just to tease him, but you decide against it)

See, Simeon is an angel. And that means 99% of the time, he’s surrounded by other holy spirits, all of which have bodies molded to perfection that simply cannot crack the way yours can. Whereas demons are forced into human interaction a little more (oft when they're summoned), Simeon really isn’t used your fragility, no matter how much he tries to remind himself of it

So yeah

He hates it

On the other hand - man loves how flexible humans are

The first time you flop down onto your bed, assuming a position that would be impossible for any demon or angel to take but is deemed “comfortable” by you, Simeon is enraptured

It’s not sexual, he just thinks it’s really amazing that you have so much control over your body when he can hardly do a standing glute stretch without breaking a limb

It’s almost funny, his fixation

Actually no - it’s not almost funny. It is wholly and completely hilarious, and you will not stop leading him further down this rabbit hole

When you send this man picture of an contortionist, he’s utterly mesmerized

Show him human ballet, and he will not stop watching it

So yeah

He appreciates parts of the human body, hates others - but as long as you never crack your muscles in front of him, he’s down

Also - after you’ve thoroughly interested him in the art of being a human, he may just write about it in his next book. If you read the next set of chronicles detailed by Christopher Peugeot, you already know who the “feisty but good-hearted human who can bend themselves into a pretzel” is based on

(Bonus: Do a body roll in front of him and he might faint - man knew the human body could but like that? You might just have corrupted an angel)

Luke

“So...cool...!”

Boi loves it

He cheers you on like a champ, laughing merrily as you crack your knuckles into oblivion, scaring away the other residents in Purgatory Hall

And no matter how many times Simeon warns him not to urge you on (”The human already has no sense of self-preservation, and you don’t need to help that along,” he said), Luke can’t help but watch with excited eyes as you show him how different the human body is

He’s almost like Levi with his ardent admiration, and he honestly finds nothing disturbing about the sound of you cracking knuckles

Just finds it cool

It actually serves as a catalyst for his relationship with Solomon, because Luke will 100% go up to him and ask him whether he can crack his body like you, and obviously, the man will laugh and prove that centuries of knowledge have made him better than the average human - even in this area

But yeah

You can really see his inner child come out

(Though don’t say that last part out loud - he’ll ignore you for three days in an attempt to be “mature” before you convince him to accept your apology)

But really - he may be the only person who can not only tolerate the quirks of your body, but openly endorses all of them

On the downside, though, he’ll also try to crack his knuckles...which won’t bode too well, given that his body was built to perfection by God

Boi almost rips his finger off

Simeon proceeds to instate a no-cracking-knuckles rule within Purgatory Hall to discourage any further attempts from Luke

But you know what he didn’t ban?

Backflips.

It doesn’t matter if you can or you can’t do them - Luke will happen to see a video of a human doing one (ahem, Solomon showed him it in an attempt to stir up trouble), and now he’s begging you to do the same thing in real life

Which doesn’t work out too well, given that backflips are hard

And you may not be successful 100% of the time

And obviously, Simeon eventually finds out that the two of you have moved onto a new fixation, and so he instate the no-backflips-in-Purgatory-Hall rule

But you know what he didn’t ban?

Cartwheels.

And so it continues on and on, indefinitely because the only way to cease your and Luke’s shenanigans would be to ban humans in Purgatory Hall, and Solomon is thankfully preventing him from doing that

Barbatos

Hates it, hates it, hates it

More than any of the brothers, more than any of the angels - this man loathes every oddity of the human body that makes it different from a demon’s

But not for the reasons you’d expect

See, it’s not the sound that bothers Barbatos

No, he’s heard the screams of the damned before. You cracking a few measly knuckles hardly makes him flinch as he pours your tea

But what Barbatos does hate is the fact that he doesn’t know what it means

Every single time you crack a knuckle in his presence, it doesn’t matter if the prince himself is speaking, because Barbatos’s eyes will fly straight to you

And yes - you guessed it:

Barbatos can’t tell the difference between the sound of you cracking your knuckles and the sound of you breaking a bone.

And for that reason, he hates it

It’s hardly his fault - he doesn’t even know if there is a difference between the two sounds. But this butler has no faith in you and no faith in humanity as a whole, so every time you crack your knuckles, it sends a rush of worry straight to his stomach, and the demon has to watch you for a solid ten seconds to make sure that you haven’t actually hurt yourself

Poor man

He’s the kind of guy to take everything in stride, so he'll probably never tell you how much he hates it when you crack your knuckles (and honestly, what would he say? “Hi, can you please stop cracking your knuckles because I care about you and it makes me concerned for your health???” No, that’s not going to work. And he doesn't know what will work, so he suffers in silence)

Seeing you stretch is even worse

It can be a casual stretch, simply pulling your arms above your head just slightly beyond what would be physically possible for a normal demon, but it sends a chill to Barbatos’s heart, and he’s worried all over again

See, when you crack your knuckles, at least it’s over. But when you stretch? Sometimes you hold your position for a minute, if not more - and Barbatos simply can’t turn away because he’s terrified that he will, and you’ll somehow hurt yourself

So yeah

No rest for this butler, not as long as you’re going around with that weak body of yours and are cracking and stretching your way into oblivion

On the bright side, it means that he’s almost always watching over you when you visit, an added layer of protection

The only difference is that while the others are focused on protecting you from other demons, Barbatos is preoccupied with making sure you don’t hurt yourself

Diavolo

Timing is everything

And indeed, you just happen to be in the midst of cracking your knuckles and neck the moment you’re transported to the Devildom, every single one of the most powerful demons in the land staring at you in horror as your body pops some more

"Oh no,” Diavolo whispers, frowning as he looks at Barbatos. “We got a defective human :(”

Nevermind the insult you feel at his words (who does this strange, unfairly-attractive redhead think he is, calling you “defective???” He might be correct in his judgement, but he had no right to voice his thoughts!), you are shook

Definitely not the best first impression for either of you to make

Of course, Lucifer is quick to pick things up with his explanation of what this place is and who he is, and the whole situation is mostly forgotten as you come to realize that you’re standing in front of a literal prince

But the past has a way of resurfacing

And obviously, several months later, you crack your knuckles once more in the presence of the demon lord

The immediate wince on his face is more than enough for you to read his mind

“You’re thinking I’m defective again, aren’t you?”

“YOU REMEMBER THAT?!”

Poor bby

He’s honestly such a brilliant ruler, but when it comes to maneuvering the minds of humans, it’s just not his strong suit

Anyway, the two of you have a long talk (aka you rant and Diavolo listens) where you explain to him that cracking knuckles is a normal phenomenon, and that - look, you can even crack other parts of your body

And the prince is fascinated

He knew humans were built differently than demons, but he’d simply assumed that your body was just as perfect as his, and that yours could simply handle less extreme conditions

Clearly, though, that wasn’t the case

Man decides that, as the ruler of hell and the man spearheading efforts to unite the three realms, it is his moral obligation to learn about the other ways humans differ from demons

And so the shenanigans begin

It’s honestly time-consuming, but Lucifer doesn’t mind because if you’re with Diavolo, you’re out of trouble, and Barbatos doesn’t mind because if Diavolo’s with you, then he’s out of trouble

All in all, it becomes the prelude to a LOT of time spent together, and a LOT of differences between demons and humans come to light.

Aka various iterations of “What do you mean, humans can’t bite through steel?”

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I’ll confess my sins. When I skipped the first chapters of Capri I got stuck on Laurent’s description as spoiled and similar to overripe fruit. So i was like ah. Royal Dudley Dursley with a blonde curly wig. Sounds about right. I finally saw some fan art and was like??? Who is this anemic Victorian vampire legolas persona?? Honestly tho in an alternate universe where Auguste doesn’t die and Laurent still dislikes sports but enjoys Veres sweet meats and his metabolism is only the slightest bit slower Laurent is absolutely getting chubby. And Damen. Smh he manages to be shadiest bitch while also being appreciating. Would he insult an overweight courtier who never touched a sword? Absolutely. Would he respect a meaty sumo ringer able to throw Damen around like a rag doll? Absolutely. He seems to appreciate multiple types of bodies just fine (muscled gladiators, frail slaves, sturdy vaskian women) so I feel like he’d also appreciate curvier partners as long as they. Well know how to use their body yk. Oh and what about chubby jokaste? We don’t know enough about akielon beauty standards at all. Sure slaves are probably mostly slender and frail to add to the submissive aesthetic (tho I do remember damens fixation on his female slaves big boobs, dude is far from subtle as always). But if it’s Ancient Greek inspired beauty standards jokaste most definitely rocks some tummy rolls. Either that or she’s got super toned abs from the Pilates classes she visits with the other trophy concubines. and akielon man are properly ripped but is it king-Leonidas-washboard-abs ripped?? Or more chunky functional muscle mass ripped? Perhaps akielon noble women are even trained like Spartan women and egeria was the one with the washboard abs. Also there absolutely was a time in Vere where the chubbier the pet = the wealthier it’s owner. Im so so sorry for rambling but your post got me t h i n k i n g

This is not only hilarious but also one of the best takes I’ve ever read. There is so much to unpack here that I truly don’t know where to start.

You mentioned Dudley, whose weight and fat (derogatory) tendencies are accentuated throughout the entire Harry Potter saga. I think—and this is my personal belief, it is not something anyone else has to agree with—that part of what makes Laurent interesting and redeemable to many readers has to do with the fact that he’s beautiful*. I don’t think many people would be willing to admit that, but Laurent’s pretty privilege as a fictional character is similar to Draco Malfoy’s (in fanon) or other morally grey villains/characters’. Ugly characters are harder to forgive, for some reason.

This got me thinking that had Pacat written Laurent as canonically fat, there would be a lot of stuff going on in Damen’s head that I don’t think we’d be able to excuse as easily as we excuse other (quite horrible) thoughts of his. But also, like I mentioned above, I think Laurent would have a harder time proving to some readers that he’s not Dudley, that he’s not just a stereotype of selfishness and greed and other things fatness is associated with (like childishness or an inability to take accountability for one’s actions). This would happen not because he’s fat, but rather because we see the world through Damen’s eyes. And Damen is. . . Quite opinionated.

You mentioned Damen would be judgmental of someone’s weight based on their ability to fight. So, like you pointed out, he’d make fun of a useless in battle courtier but not of a Sumo wrestler. I think in Book 1 Damen would make fun of anything and everyone, but I do understand where you’re coming from with that statement. It makes me wonder what Damen would think of people with a mobility/physical disability. Or even with learning difficulties. Or just about anyone that, according to him, doesn’t contribute to society. If you can’t be a warrior or a bed slave, and if you’re not in a condition to be a peasant and plow fields, and if you don’t have royal blood in your veins. . . I have a hard time picturing Damen being sympathetic.

Chubby Jokaste. . . I think I’ve always thought of her as a muscled woman, given the fact that Laurent can pose as her in Book 3. There’s been a lot of discourse lately on whether Laurent is muscled or a twigly twink, which I will not get into because I. . . do not know enough about gender and/or gender expression to add anything to any argument. I am also not a gay man, so I don’t know what could be considered offensive. I am also very stupid. I also do not know what the word 'twink' means anymore.

Your ask has made me think a lot about many things I’m usually not interested in. I think it would be interesting to see a chubby Laurent who still knows how to fight, who trains, who does things other than eat and hate. Canon Laurent is slender, and yet he never manages to beat Damen in combat, so I don’t think his ability to fight would suffer much from gaining some pounds. It would be interesting to see chubby Jokaste too, even though I don’t particularly enjoy the parallels between her and Laurent in canon. It would also be interesting to see. . . different types of bodies. You mentioned the Vaskian ladies, which I like a lot, but I don’t think I’ve read or come across any fics that focus on them. I think Vannes’ pet is also described as muscular and big, but I’m afraid I don’t remember the quote and I don’t own the books, so I can’t be sure.

What I liked the most was the ending of your ask, where you went on to add little worldbuilding details. Like I said yesterday, I wish canon was more detailed so we could maybe have something to hold onto when we make certain claims. It’s hard to say which parts of Damen’s thought process are entirely his (as a prince with a lot of privilege) and which ones have to do with his culture. Pacat has pointed out some to us, like the fact that Akielons don’t enjoy certain “spectacles” of the body, like pet rings or public sex, but they do enjoy staring at bodies when they’re wrestling or performing physical activities unrelated to sex. Other things remain little mysteries, in my opinion. Do all bed slaves have the same body type? Do women wrestle? How does marriage work in Akielos? What is everyone else’s opinion on fat people? I’m sure not everyone is like Damen, who we speculate cares about having a healthy body so he can fight and. . . stuff.

I am not saying Damen is the only character who, in the historic period where Captive Prince is set, would have fatphobic thoughts. If Damen was fat, Laurent would be the first one to use that against him, especially in Book 1. I just think Damen fits the fatphobic mold better because he’s described as this hypermasculine character, very into war (I think the blurb of the book calls him a warrior prince?) and manly things. Which is not to say war is inherently manly. Which is not to say Laurent isn’t manly. Which is not to say. . . whatever.

Captive Prince is a fantasy trilogy, set in. . . the past. Concepts such as fatphobia or toxic masculinity are not exactly applicable, but I think it’s fun to explore Damen’s character through his flaws. Laurent has a lot of flaws, but Damen’s are sometimes confused with virtues. In my opinion, they’re at their best when they’re being disgustingly horrible to each other.

I’m sorry for writing you a 90 paragraph response.

* He's almost universally beautiful in the Captive Prince world. Damen finds him pretty, and Torveld, and Jord (we've read that 'cute' quote where he describes Laurent at 15 to Aimeric). Not saying fat = ugly. I'm saying it seems like the 'hegemonic' body type for pretty is Laurent's, otherwise. . . why would everyone he comes in contact with comment on his pretty looks?

#fatphobia #laurent being fat #how do i tag this ask #should i tag it lamen lmao #okay i'm tagging it captive prince but only because i think it'd be super interesting to... see if people have any fics or art they can rec #me with fat laurent or fat damen or just... different kinds of bodies #i used the word disability but i don't know if there's a different way to say that...?#captive prince #i feel like this post is problematic but not bc i'm a bad person #it's just because i'm stupid and can't explain my thoughts #i'm the aimeric of this fandom #(bc he makes bad decisions)

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lovelykei · 4 years

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Haikyuu bf on insta pt.6 ‼️

Im finally here with hq bfs part 6!! This was requested by @eitadesu @wansseul and @nia-vsqz

I had already done sakusa so please check my masterlist out! Anyways sorry for the wait I hope you enjoy these!

Atsumu:

“We are n o t climbing a mountain to take cute pictures tsumu”

“B but babe 🥺 it’s only a 1 hour hike🥺”

“I can’t take cute pictures iF IVE HIKED FOR 1 HOUR TSUMU”

That’s the story on how you found yourself at a beach at the crack of dawn😳

He had set up the camera and walked over to wrap his arms around you

“My baby is so pretty, even when you’re sleepy”

Atsumu is a master at sweet talking, he knows exactly what to say to make you feel better

So even though you were cranky about your lack of sleep you melted like putty in his arms🥺

He knew you were a bit camera shy so he always did his best to make you feel comfortable.

He never pushed you to pose but rather just held you close🥺

He really liked looking through the pictures and seeing you smile so whole heartedly at him

It made his heart go ✨🥰💓💕💗🧚🏻‍♂️✨💓🧚🏻💗💕🥰🧚‍♀️

So when you softly rubbed your nose with his in an Eskimo kiss he couldn’t help but wrap his arms tighter around you.

Atsumu wasn’t one to say thank you too often, he usually felt that he deserved getting praised bigegoassbitch😔

HoWEVER when he stood there with you in his arms he thanked all the gods and angels for letting him have you.

Maybe it was they way the light reflected on Atsumus features that made you heart beat like you were 16 again

Or maybe it was the way his eyes met yours and made you feel like the most important person in the world

Whatever it was, on an empty beach at 5:53 on a Saturday

you fell inlove with Miya Atsumu all over again💗

Semi :

First of all semi 🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤

Now that we got that out of the way- let’s begin-

Semi looks h o t playing the guitar, I mean he usually looks like a Greek god but with a guitar? Deadly.

You wanted to learn how to play too, and be a sexy queen/king

And it started, everyday he would sit down in the sofa with you either on his lap or right next to him

For 2 weeks he taught you all the easy basic chords like C G D Dm Am A E Em and so on

But you felt confident, you wanted to learn something harder

So this mf goes straight to bm and you realise your fingers are too short and there’s no way you could ever-

Anyways it takes you a while. It’s an awkward position for your fingers and it feels like your fingers simply don’t reach😔

Semi is v patient, he moves your fingers slowly and carefully

Kisses everytime you get it right🥰

After struggling with bm for about 1 hour semi decided to give you a break lmao

You guys got something to eat before getting back to business 😤

You set your phone up to record and say next to semi ready for your lesson🥵

He kissed your head before getting down to business 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺💗💗💗💗💗💗✨✨✨✨✨🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

Anyways that’s the story of how you got a wholesome and soft picture with your boyfriend

Semi loved music and he loved you so being able to do music with you was his absolute favorite thing 🥺🥰✨

Shirabu :

It took a l o t of convincing to get shirabu to get couple stuff.

You wanted matching phone cases? Prepare a PowerPoint on the benefits.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to have matching stuff and act like a couple

He’s just a bitch He just genuinely enjoyed teasing you😔

But sometimes when he’d been particularly harsh on you he would surprise you

Yesterday was one of those days when he accidentally went to far

He had said something along the lines of “I don’t need you to be able to play volleyball well” which wasn’t necessarily a lie but it still hurt you regardless

Which is why he decided to ✨make it up for you ✨

He showed up at your dorm after volleyball practice, usually you’d go watch him but since he can’t act right- 😤😤😤😤

N e ways he showed up with a bag in hand and you were like 👁👄👁

And he pulls out this matching couple pajamas

“Kenji 🥺🥺🥺” “I didn’t mean what I said yesterday or well..I don’t need you but at the very least it enhances my performance...slightly...or something”

This is the closest you’ll get to an apology so 😳

Anyways you both put your pajamas on and sit on the couch to watch something

“Actually lets take a pict-“ “no” “🥺🥺” “fine”

You couldn’t get him to smile tho but that’s just a minor inconvenience at this point

Right after you snapped the picture you squealed at how good looking your mans is

So you did the only thinkable..you threw yourself over him and started kissing his face

Kenjiro showing affection? 💀

Kenjiro receiving affection? 🥰

He wrapped his arms around your waist and melted like putty from your touch

He is a simp but make it low key 🥵

Anyways you end up having a sleepover in your dorm 🥺🥺✨

Suna is the Cuddliest!! Person!! Ever!!

Although he came off as a arrogant apathetic guy he truly was the sweetest person, he was just tired all the time

He was like a cat, you know how cats don’t fall asleep around strangers but then when they trust you the even sleep on their backs?

That’s suna 😳🐱🥺

Anyways considering this was your favorite activity, it wasn’t weird for suna to call you over when he got a new bed

He used to have a single bed so it was really small and you had to sleep on top of him

Not anymore tho 😤

You probably still will tho-

Anyways so he called you over to try out his new bed

Notlikethatyanasties

So as soon as you made it to his house he was waiting on you by the door

you both rushed to his room to wrap yourself under the soft covers

“Am I in heaven taro? This must be heaven?🥺” “there’s even angels here y/n”

“𝒮𝒾𝓇 𝓅𝓁𝓈🥺”

“Never said it was you” 🥴

“𝒮𝒾𝓇 𝓅𝓁𝓈😡”

This fkn boy is a bully but it’s okay he always kisses it better 😳

After he kissed it better 😤 you wanted to take a picture so you scooted closer to him and angled your phone

He smooched your cheek 🥺🥺💗💗💗

You couldn’t decide which bed you liked better, the new or the old one

What you did know however is that your number #1 favorite place would always be Taros arms 🥺💗

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earthdeep · 3 years

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ok. thoughts on dgs now I've completed both 1 and 2. spoilers abound under the cut. but tl;dr I liked it a lot.

man, the thing really did feel like a great adventure huh? the game did an excellent job at conveying that sense of grandeur, along with the humour and melodrama one expects from the series. I can really only talk about it as the one conjoined unit though. while aa1-3 were a trilogy, I would argue they largely stood as entries on their own in a way I don't think the dgs duology can. I mentioned when I finished up dgs1 that I would've been disappointed if I'd had to wait for part 2 like the original japanese audience did, and my opinion on that has only strengthened. between the morse code message, and van zieks'... development, these are two parts of a whole.

but it is a very good whole imo, with its throughline of ryunosuke gaining confidence and finding what to believe in (the truth will set u free babey!). it matches well with the recurrent theme of ur idols being... not quite as u imagined. as is aa tradition, u have the complex web of family and legacy and forging ur own path, all balanced in a way that I really like. man, it's just... so well crafted.

obvs there are a few weird hiccups here and there, logic sometimes not clicking together (at least for me), and for that I do appreciate having the story mode option. I only used it... I think twice? once in the pawnshop case where I forgot I'd only shown one receipt to gregson and not both, and once in the teleportation case where I missed examining the book on sithe's desk (in my defence it has a really small hitbox compared to the desk that surrounds it!). but it saved me some frustration, so that's always nice.

the setting was definitely very enjoyable. I personally have a soft spot for seeing portrayals of my country by those outside the anglosphere, and this absolutely hit the spot for me. the scenery was an excellent balance of the familiar old london fare and ace attorney's brand of surrealism that just. yes. excellent. weirdly high number of blonds tho. but some of the behind the scenes content did explain it was to more clearly differentiate the britons from the japanese, and ok I can understand that.

but moving onto the characters themselves, bc BOY was this a fun cast! the animation team went OFF with these guys and I love them for it. except daley vigil; those awkward poses just kinda made him look more unfinished than he already did, dunno what happened with him.

there's just... so much little stuff I would be just reiterating from my liveblogging, but now I'm done there's other stuff I can sum up.

right off the bat, favourite character gina. she has stolen my heart along with everything else on my person. I'm proud of her for learning to open up and trust others, and imo she's one of the characters with the most dramatic arc. also, top notch character designs. excellently green. yes I am biased.

honorable mentions go to susato for being 100% the coolest person in this shebang, and kazuma for his total flippancy towards the whole assassin thing. for the ten years between asogi sr's death and the student exchange deal, the mikotoba residence must have been a sight to behold. and by that I mean a warzone.

but... argh I've put it off. I don't particularly like talking about van zieks, but I can't just ignore him since you know. discourse. ugh. he's the one character in this game whose dialogue I resorted to flipping through without really paying attention. there is only so many times I can watch him deride the japanese before it's just boring. like it's not like I'm even that annoyed by the insulting thing. I love prosecutors like blackquill and nahyuta who at least bother to be funny, but van zieks is just xenophobic and that's it. if I wanted that experience I could just pick up a copy of the spectator and not worry about missing key plot details if I skim.

and no he doesn't have a good reason to hate the japanese. hating a country bc someone from there killed a loved one of urs is already flimsy enough, but when u state ur ire is being drawn by how it was covered up BY UR OWN COUNTRY'S JUDICIARY? DUDE. but yes, he got to eat shit during the last case and I felt only schadenfreude at him having to face the fact that even the aforementioned 'a japanese guy murdered my brother' didn't hold up in court. get dunked on u idiot.

boy am I glad kazuma also got the limelight for that case so I could focus on him instead. bc there was actually some depth to that situation, with the fun eternal moral conundrum of "revenge: yay or nay?". I'm already seeing debate in the fandom of his actions and personally, I think he was pretty much exactly in the grey zone. this man is chaotic neutral through and through, and taking a governmental assassination contract and then just Not Doing It is incredibly funny actually. I'm very sorry he was unable to live out his dream of having a fun homoerotic detective adventure in london with his friend while doing the hitman equivalent of tax avoidance. enjoy whatever the FUCK one calls handing over the physical embodiment of your soul to your friend for safekeeping while you go your separate ways half a world apart. that's Romantic with a capital R, that.

but anyway, yes. good game. time to trawl through the extras menu now!

#earthdeep does life #sonic lawyer adventures #dgs spoilers

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astro-break · 4 years

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Quick first thoughts on the first ep of the Hypmic Anime. Spoilers beware (and im writing this as I watch so :p)

Otome’s speech is.... questionable from a persuasive point of view. Manga did a great job of introducing her (which you can read here) but they really cut out the more terrifying parts of her speech and how she uses force to show people that she's not to be messed with

Its cool seeing everyone in their respective environments though. thats cool. Though they could have added Sasara and Kuuko (shhh i know why they didn’t let me dream)

I love how poppy the typography is. Its amazing how the visuals just leap out at you. The OP does a great job of this. The first few seconds before the title really gives me Persona 4 OG OP vibes with the influx of information given. The rest is a clear concise and streamlined way that still gives character. Animation is sparse but still carries across a general idea of each character and shows off each character object. Rendering is really nice and pays a bit of homage to the posing artwork thats done for the MVs. They also do their division hand signals and thats cute

Love how the OP has blatant HifuDoppo and DRB matchup foreshadowing

so far I really like what theyre going for. BB is about brotherly familial bonds and they show the goods and the bads. Jiro and Saburo bickering right out the gate really cements the fact that they get along like cats and dogs but you can still see that they love each other, working together when the situation calls for it

Now the 3d models. Theyre... not great but usable if you don’t look too hard. They serve their purpose and don’t actively detract from the viewing experience.

Visual typography in the rap itself are fun and poppy but they dont.... speak to me? like theyre there yes and I appreciate them but the only ones that got me excited were from Ichiro’s rap

I take my words back the group portion was kickass and I apologize

I love how they interpret the Hypnosis Speakers though. Esp. Saburo’s organs. That was super creative and I love it! If there was one thing that I felt was missing from the franchise was a deeper exploration of the speakers but the anime puts a new and fresh spin on it! Love it, especially with their attack patterns!

If the production team ever feels inclined to, Id love to see those info sheets on Otome’s desk released. There seems to be very interesting info and stats written out about each member (like capabilities, personal status etc.) They all seem unique too so I really really really hope they release images of those sheets

OOOOOOOOKAY MTC. I have such a big biased for them so Im very torn to see what unfolds

Rio striking out on his own is interesting. Out of everyone in MTC hes the biggest team player yet here he trusts his teammates to go ahead. This either displays Rio’s willingness to trust his teammates or it becomes very OOC if the anime wants to set him up as a lone wolf like character

I love how they specify its a drug deal. It means that Jyuto surely will show up and it also shows that Samatoki knows Jyuto’s motives and willingly gives black market info that he knows aligns with Jyuto’s goal. Thats A+ detail writing there and a great establishing characteristic for both of them

OOohhhhhhhhhhhhh man Asunama-san’s voice acting is god tier his work as Samatoki is phenomenal. He pulls of Samatoki’s threatening voice so well with those almost calm words before his voice becomes loud and confrontational. Those rolling syllables in contrast to Komada-san’s almost lyrical and airy speech and Kamio-san’s strict and enunciated words is such a delight to hear. It just speaks to how amazing and great these Seiyuu’s are in order to pull of such amazing work

Im so biased but MTC has such a better rap than BB im so sorry. Just by watching Samatoki’s part, the imagery is amazing. Even the arrival of his Hypnosis Speaker was awesome and sent a shiver down my spine. using the lyrics to form blades and blood was such a great thing to do. Theres so much more variety that just him standing there and shots of his hypnosis speaker. The old fashioned vignette shots, the four panel spread, the nods to old Kurosawa era films are great and I love these small details. Even the typography looks better.

Again, the interpretations with the speakers is fresh and new. Its great and I love the different imagery and attack patterns. Each one is so unique but carries across each different style of rap.

The 3d modles aren’t any better tho lol

(Hi this is Astro who is reading over their assessment again and making a note. Yeah I’m a bit harsh on BB’s rap. I’m not going to change it since I still stand by it and this post is supposed to be a documentation of my first impressions. I think one of the reasons why I’m so harsh on BB is because of their dynamic as a trio of brothers. They Have to have a more uniform approach than the other divisions. Which in of itself isn’t a terrible thing, it just doesn’t catch my eye as much as MTC did. Thats all! I definitely don’t hate BB, they’re maybe my 3rd favorite division out of the current lineup [not including TDD era teams like Kujaku Posse, MCD, and Naughty Busters] its just that their rap was pretty meh)

Samatoki crouching like a real gangstar and the cigarette kiss killed me

sadjkhfjkasdghsadjkcsdjhsdfsjhf im dying i love these trio of dumbasses so uch oh y fod someone save me aaaaaaaa (Astro note here! yeah i died when the jyuto and samatoki’s stomach growled im weak please. Samatoki’s face is just so precious and funny I might set it as a profile pic somewhere)

But also my initial assessment of Rio possibly being characterized as a lone wolf is very much jossed and im very thankful for that. It seems that Rio was simply trusting his teammates to carry out their part of the plan while he carried out his own. I like that, it really shows how much of a team these three are and that they genuinely trust each other. He’s also comfortable enough around them to invite them to dinners after work casually and not just for special occasions.

I really love MTC guys

Oooh! we get Ramuda on his design process which is really cute. the inside of his studio is super cute and retro and i love it. the poppy old music you would hear in a cafe or 90′s resturaunt is also really cute (astro note: yeah i know that in ARB you see the interior of Ramuda’s office but its kinda different seeing it animated)

the translation i have has gentaro speaking in early modern english (Shakespearian english for those who aren’t english nerds like me) but from what I can hear, he doesn’t speak in a particularly old fashioned way? Its more formal than old? and hes speaking without any of his character persona lying thing that he likes to do (as he refers to himself as “Shousei” throughout the segment where hes in Ramuda’s office which is kind of his default pronoun of choice). so its kinda odd for the translation to go in that direction but im not complaining

Gendice banter is gold but it feels... flat? a little? it doesn’t have the same impact as in the drama cds or in the manga? i feel? Also Ramuda using gratuitous english is??? idk how to feel about that

kjshf thats against the rules Ramuda omgggg,,,,,,,, (astro note again: while watching i was under the assumption that using your hypmic for monetary gain such a as buskering [which is what FP is doing] is against the rules. May not be the case but whatever)

FP’s rap might be my favorite in terms of tune and lyrics though. It’s a nice laid back bop and really gives of chill vibes. the integration of 3d and 2d is really nice and i love how they play off each other in the rap. The wordplay is so fun with little nods here and there and the beat is poppy too so it really energizes me.

Ramuda’s rap concerns me slightly since he makes very subtle and small nods towards his past (being created in a laboratory, warfare, and his overall very unpleasant life experiences) but spins it into something cutesy. It could be a coping mechanism, it could be me overthinking it. But it does make me worry a bit. Gentaro and Dice’s rap really play off each other with Gentaro sticking to stories and Dice taking up the baton by carrying on that same imagery but putting his own spin on it.

the self awareness of how scattered they are as a team is interesting though. It doesn’t seem like something you’d speak about in a rap? but i guess since its not really a do or die situation they can afford to be looser on things like this.

Right off the bat, i don’t like how they handled Hifumi and Doppo in relation to Hifumi’s fear of women. Slug made a post once talking about this and I echo many of his sentiments. Hypmic has never been very tactful about tackling this particular issue and while I didn’t have high hopes that the anime would be any better it hurts to see Doppo take away the one thing that allows Hifumi to function within society.

Doppo’s breakdown mirrors a lot of my own mental state when I spiral though its shown a lot quicker than what happens to me oof. that hits close to home. though Jakurai’s advice is. Questionable. Its not the best advice to give to someone but we have no idea what kind of doctor Jakurai is so ill let it slide

Jakurai’s pose looks like hes going to do a mahou shoujou transformation lmao

I don’t have many thoughts about the rap though again. How they visualize the rap is interesting. the different imagery is quite interesting for each of them and the typography is nice a distinct but im still on the fence about the visuals here

The sound is in the same boat. The sound effects either drown out the rap or are too quet but some parts are nice at least. When they talk about Tokyo’s beating heart, the heartbeat sound is a but distracting especially since its only played once. But the imagery is at least nice

I wonder if for the eds they’re going to take a similar approach to what Enstars did and have a four different endings, one for each division. I love the blend of styles here and it really accentuates that although they’re different they mesh well together.

Ramuda’s silhouette though is hilarious. Love it.

:p and thats it. Uh not bad for a first episode. Established all 12 characters really nicely and their dynamics. I had some problems with it but then again nothing is perfect. I look forward to what they show us next week

#hypnosis mic #hypmic #hypnosis mic rhyme anima #hypnosis mic rythme anima spoilers #hypmic spoilers #my post

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quentinblack · 3 years

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Australia Magizoo (link to full story on FF.Net)

Australia Magizoo really was quite something.

Their day had begun with an extremely filling breakfast that could’ve possibly put even Hogwarts to shame, as Ron loaded up on copious amounts of poached eggs, bacon and sausages.

Hermione had settled for a few freshly made French pastries and a slice of toast with something called Vegemite spread onto it. Ron was not sure what exactly Vegemite was, but it had an awful smell to it and did not look up to too much cop either – his girlfriend reassuring him that it was just a type of yeast extract did not particularly sell it either. It looked like it had been scooped out of the bottom of a cup in one of Professor Trelawney’s tea-reading classes.

Following their stomachs being filled by their respective breakfasts, they had spent nearly the entire day exploring the gigantic grounds of Woollahra’s wizarding tourist attraction – and Ron could see why it was such an attraction.

The park was filled with almost every creature that you could possibly name, with a large section even being dedicated to housing non-magical creatures of interest too - such as lions, giraffes and even wild polar bears in a sub-zero arctic section!

A lot of the magizoo’s star attractions were dedicated to beasts that Ron and Hermione had been fortunate (or unfortunate) enough to encounter before. He had never really considered how lucky they’d actually been over the last seven years, at least in terms of seeing such a wide array of creatures.

Children and adults alike were crowding round for a glimpse of a phoenix in the flesh, which Ron shrugged off as nothing too exciting, as he’d seen Dumbledore’s one countless times before in their former headmaster’s office– and he’d even been flown out of the Chamber of Secrets by it in second year.

They balked at a massive queue that had formed for rides on the thestrals, with many lucky adults and children very excited at the prospect of riding on a beast that was invisible to them. Hermione read on a sign that outside of Britain the wild populations of thestrals were dwindling quite a lot, so for many non-Brits this would be their first and possibly only chance to ever see, or indeed, not see a thestral, which any British student would obviously just take for granted - they were even used as a mode of transport at Hogwarts!

If they had thought that the queue for the thestrals was large then that paled in comparison to the one for the hippogriffs, as everyone longed to receive a bow from one of the delightful, but deadly part-horse, part-eagle creatures. They did not linger there too long, as again, unlike much of the world’s population they had also had their fair share of experiences with hippogriffs.

The next portion of the park following the hippogriffs was dedicated to the world’s deadliest beasts – and after Ron hastily hurried Hermione away from the acromantulas, they spent a while looking at the magnificent Antipodean Opaleye dragon. The purple dragon was a New Zealand-native and as such, one of the more locally sourced creatures in the entire magizoo, although they soon noticed that the next part of the tour was actually dedicated entirely to the magical creatures of Australia.

At first they were introduced to the bunyips which were based in a large swamp. They were peculiar creatures, with big tusks, flippers for feet and large bushy tails. A sign near them spoke of how over the years there had been several infamous incidents where rogue bunyips had got loose and attacked muggles, with the beasts coming out at night in the cover of darkness to attack small children, women or defenceless household pets.

One of the world’s last living muldjewangk was housed in a lake not far from the bunyips. The muldjewangk, who did not surface whilst they were at the lake, were described as kind of like a cross between giant squid and merpeople.

It was said that in centuries gone by hordes of muldjewangk terrorised muggle fisherman all over the Indian Ocean, but in the last hundred years they had become an endangered species thanks partially to pollution in muggle waters, but mostly due to wizarding-poachers hunting them for their teeth and blood, with both apparently fetching a pretty penny due to their rarity and variety of uses.

It was just as they were walking away from the lake, somewhat disappointed at not glimpsing a sight of the muldjewangk, that they bumped into Tezza, who was the porter that had taken their bags upon arrival and asked about You Know Who’s nose. It seemed that Tezza performed an array of roles at the hotel, one of which also seemingly involved working with the creatures themselves.

“Alright guys?!” he chirped excitedly when he spotted them, as they said hello and made some small talk.

“Didn’t get to see the muldjewangk? Don’t be too down guys, they don’t like coming out during the day much anyways. The kids here are always devo at missing out like, but let me show you some little buggers that I think you’ll both be stoked on seeing.”

They followed Tezza over to some large gum trees, which had magical protections placed just in-front of them, indicating how dangerous whatever beasts they housed must be.

“Now these little ones might look cute, but trust me, they’re fierce little bastards especially if they’re after a bit of grub,” he said, as he pointed to what looked like a tiny little bear climbing the tree nearest to them.

“Isn’t that a koala bear?” a confused Hermione asked, as Tezza burst out laughing.

“They might look like koalas, but take a look for yourself,” Tezza said, before waving his wand and erecting a human-like mannequin on the ground about 10 metres directly below the creature. It noticed and after a brief second of contemplation it instantly threw itself down through the sky, claws first, soon landing on the head of the mannequin, tearing it apart with both its paws and teeth.

“Bloody hell!” Ron swore.

“You can say that again, mate!” Tezza replied. “That little bugger is called a drop bear and well… it lives up to its name,” he added, as the little beast tore furiously at the prop, before Tezza conjured it up a few dead rats for it to feast on instead as a treat for its part in the show.

“Do they mind being here… at the magizoo… with all these people ogling at them?” Hermione asked Tezza.

“The drop bears?”

Ron felt a little awkward as he guessed the train of thought and line of questioning that his girlfriend would have for Tezza.

“Yes, the drop bears, but, well, all of the creatures and beasts you house here really. Do they like it here… rather than being in the wild?”

“To tell you the truth Miss Granger,” Tezza said, as he paused for a brief moment before continuing. ”For most of them now there ain’t no wild no more anyway... what with all the poachers like, and it ain’t as easy as it was years ago keeping ‘em away from exposure to muggoes neither. It’s the same way most the muggo animals are going too. Woollahra’s the best place for ‘em I say.”

Hermione seemed content enough with Tezza’s response, although Tezza was hardly going to turn round and admit the creatures all hated it there if they did anyway.

The magizoo worker began guiding them away from the drop bear enclosure and further along to a stretch of grassland in the distance.

“Course, we don’t house any beasts that are sentient,” Tezza continued, as Hermione nodded along in approval. “You won’t find no centaurs, vampires or werewolves here… ‘tho all the guests would be clamouring to see ‘em if they were, as you can imagine, like.

Fancy that ehh? Seeing an actual centaur or werewolf in the flesh, now that would be proper gnarly!”

Ron was once more left feeling a bit spoilt by his education.

He couldn’t quite believe that Tezza had never seen a werewolf or centaur in the flesh, at Hogwarts they’d had a werewolf and a centaur among the faculty at varying intervals of his stint at school.

“What about house elves?” Ron asked nervously, as he stole a quick glance at Hermione, who looked even more interested in Tezza’s response to the latest question posed to him, as they walked past a giant, yellow warning sign that read:

“CAUTION: YOU ARE NOW APPROACHING THE YARA-MA-YHA-WHO ENCLOSURE. THIS BEAST IS EXTREMELY DANGEROUS! DO NOT ENGAGE IT IF IT ESCAPES! CHILDREN UNDER THE AGE OF 15 MUST BE ACCOMPANIED BY A RESPONSIBLE PARENT OR GUARDIAN!”

“You certainly won’t find no house-elves here!” Tezza said in a slightly bemused tone. “Not working for us anyway… course we get lots of rich families from America, India and France come and visit who bring theirs along for the trip… ya’ kno’, funny thing is I’d never even seen one in the flesh before I started working here myself!”

“Why is that?” Hermione asked. “Are house-elves against the law in Australia?” she added, with a hopeful tone in her voice.

Tezza audibly chuckled.

“Against the law? We’d have to bloody have some for ‘em to be illegal! Never really caught on down here since nobody could bloody afford one. I’m sure whoever cooked up the idea for this place could have their pick of them now though, like, you know I-

“WHAT’S THAT?!” Ron burst out, as Hermione instinctively grabbed his hand, as she too saw a giant bear-like creature waddling towards them.

It was just their luck.

The one time they visit the magizoo was the time that the extremely dangerous creature broke out.

Why was it always them?!

At least Tezza would know what to do.

He didn’t look in the slightest bit afraid, which reassured Ron that he must know how to handle the very dangerous looking beast heading towards them.

“What’s what?” a bemused looking Ted asked them, as Hermione and Ron both drew their wands, which confused him even more.

“Over there!” Hermione gasped, as she pointed over to the furry giant which was getting closer to them, albeit at a fairly slow pace.

“HA-HA! You can’t mean… oh you think that silly bugger is the dangerous beast that sign was warning yous about?” he asked with a patronising look on his tanned face, as Ron nodded awkwardly.

“HA-HA! You wait until all of the lads hear about this one!” he blurted out, with a furious grin washed across his face. “Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger frightened off their rocker by a silly old yowie! COME HERE YA BIG WALKING CARPET!” Tezza shouted, as the yowie responded to his call and quickened his pace, although only slightly.

“They’re clever creatures, yowie’s, but they’re bloody pussies. Wouldn’t hurt a mozza, even if it was biting on one of their balls!” Tezza joked, as he stretched his arms out for the yowie to give him a hug.

The yowie towered over him, it must’ve been at least seven foot, but he showed no fear when it barked softly and wrapped its furry arms right round his thin-frame, almost lifting him off of the ground with enthusiasm as it hugged him.

“We call him Chewy,” Tezza said excitedly, as the yowie released him. “You know, like the wookie from Star Wars.”

“What’s Star Wars?” Ron asked blankly.

“Only one of the greatest bloody movies of all time, mate!” Tezza replied indignantly.

“I’ve never watched any movies,” Ron responded.

“You ain’t ever seen a single movie in ya’ life?”

Tezza looked in a state of shock, perhaps he was a half-blood or a muggle-born and had grown up with the muggle television.

Ron shook his head in response.

“Blimey. Where did you find this guy?!” Tezza quizzed Hermione.

“It’s kind of a long story,” she replied, before smirking a little at both Tezza and then Ron himself.

“Now you run along now Chewy,” Tezza ordered to the yowie. “Shouldn’t be out here near the yara-ma-yha-who anyway you daft git,” he added, as he poked his bear-like companion. The yowie obeyed, sauntering off in the opposite direction after uttering what sounded like it could only be a laugh at Tezza.

“Oh my goodness,” Hermione mouthed, seemingly noticing something in the distance. “Is that… is that…

“Too right-o, Miss Granger,” Tezza replied. “That is a yara-ma-yha who.”

Ron saw it out of the corner of his eye, rested on a similar tree to the one that the drop bear had been grasping to before it flew out of the sky.

The yara-ma-yha-who was a slightly slimy, amphibious looking red creature that can’t have been much bigger than the average goblin.

Its dark blood-red body resembled a frightening cross between a frog, an octopus and a common garden gnome.

It was truly hideous.

It hung to the tree by its tiny red hands, but it also had thin, slippery suckers on the rear of its body which it used to swing around the tree too, almost like a monkey would do with its tail.

“That little bugger is damn-near the most deadly beast in this entire magizoo. If I had to face the dragon or that thing without a wand – I’d choose the dragon every bloody time… you wanna kno’ why?” Tezza asked, pausing slightly for effect.

Ron suspected that he would tell them the answer whether they wanted to hear it or not, but nonetheless he humoured Tezza all the same.

“Alrite, I’ll tell you why… you run into a hungry dragon on a bad day, it’ll smoke you alrite… but dragons don’t play with their food… a dragon will roast ya’ long before it thinks about eating ya’ to stop ya’ from runnin’ away… but these things… mate… ya kno’ what these things do to ya? It uses those suckers to drain you of your blood, but not enough to kill ya’… na’, it takes just enuff to weaken ya’ and keep ya’ within its grasp… then it will swallow ya’ whole… they can swallow up to four time their body weight… but that’s not the last of it, oh na’, wouldn’t be so bad if it was, like, but that’s only the start of it… ya’ see once it falls asleep it pumps oxygen right through the victim’s brain and airwaves… acts kinda like an oxygen tank in there… to try and keep ya alive… then as it gradually comes out of its slumber it slowly regurgitates ya’… then… when it wakes up… it starts the process all over again. They can sometimes keep their prey alive for over four days before finally killing it for good.”

Hermione said nothing, but she had a look of utter disgust and horror on her face.

“And has one of those…things… ever actually escaped?” Ron managed to muster.

“Oh Christ no!” Tezza jibed. “They’d probably shut the whole place down if one of those got out and killed a poor little ankle biter or somethin’. Can you imagine the bad press we’d-

“ATTENTION ALL STATIONS!”

A loud, slightly muffled booming voice came out from what looked like a small, portable muggle radio on Tezza’s belt.

“WHO WAS THE LAST OF YOUS TO HAVE SEEN OUR BRITISH VISITORS? I REPEAT, WHO WAS THE LAST OF YOUS TO HAVE SEEN OUR BRITISH VISITORS? OVER!”

Tezza smiled slightly.

“Funny you should ask that, Zoe,” he said into the radio. “I’m with ‘em right now. Over.”

“Is that you Terrence? Over.”

“Sure as hell is, Zoe, you see-

“What’s your nearest assembly point? Over.”

“Well… we’re just by the old Yara-ma-yha-who enclosure… so I’d say…erm… ah ya! The Great Barrier Reef café. Over.”

“That’s great. Head over with them now… I’ll meet you there in ten minutes. Over.”

“No worries, Zoe, mate. I’ll bring ‘em right down. Over,” he said into the radio, as he started heading east, then motioned with his hand for them to follow him.

The Great Barrier Reef café turned out to be a massive muggle-style aquarium, with a sizeable restaurant in the back serving up mostly seafood-based cuisine. The aquarium hosted mostly exotic fish found in the seas of Sydney, but there were also other creatures like sharks and turtles housed there too.

Tezza stayed with them in a waiting area of the main reception, which housed a large open-tank filled with different types of rays, which people, mostly children, were able to reach in and feed if they so pleased.

Whoever had designed the hotel had really gone all in on the muggle-theme, as this particular section even had a large boxed television raised up high on the wall, with some kind of muggle wildlife program playing.

“That man on the television. Is he a muggle?” Hermione asked, as the blonde, burly man in a khaki outfit stalked a large crocodile whilst he talked to the camera.

“Who? Steve Irwin?! He’s only one of the most famous muggoes in all of Australia! Surprised you ain’t heard of him,” he replied.

“But how… but how is he able to avoid being killed by that crocodile? If he’s not a wizard?” Ron quizzed, as he too began watching on at the TV in surprise.

“Beats me, mate. But he ain’t in no danger – those crocco’s love him,” Tezza said with a wry smile on his face, as he placed his left hand into the water and reached down. “Why… Steve-o up there’s in no more danger with one of those crocs than I am with this little sting-ray,” he added, as he caressed one of the floating flat creatures with his fingers.

“AH YA C***!!!!” Tezza blurted out, splashing water everywhere as he quickly removed his hand from the tank.

“The little bastard stung me!” he exclaimed in outrage.

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robinskey · 5 years

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Coworkers (pt 2) (Steve Harrington x Reader)

Part One//Part Three

A/N: This is the second, considerably longer part to Coworkers (which you can read here, if you haven’t already. Thanks for the request, anon!

Warnings: Steve being a drunk mess, one(?) swear word

Request: Heyyy could you do steve x fem! reader where reader thinks steve and robin are a thing and reader kinda ignores steve for a time until one day( he is super drunk) he goes to her house and just says he wants her back (even tho they never dated) thank you!!

Steve and Robin started work the following week.

You didn’t get many shifts with either of them. When Keith scheduled them, he almost always scheduled them together. You suspected it was because he thought Robin’s surplus of brain cells would be able to make up for Steve’s lack of them. You also had a sneaking suspicion that Keith had started to develop a bit of a crush on you, and he didn’t particularly like the idea of you working with another guy-especially one as attractive as Steve Harrington.

Clearly, he was oblivious to the fact that Steve wasn’t interested in you. He and Robin obviously had something going on. Steve gave her a ride to work almost every day, even when it wasn’t his shift. The two of them were constantly teasing each other, and Robin referred to Steve as “dingus” and “Stevie” more than she used his actual name. Even though you questioned Keith’s motivation for making it so, you were glad you didn’t have to work with Steve very often. Listening to him constantly go on about how great his (girl)friend was bothered you a lot more than it probably should have. You told yourself you didn’t know why you felt that way, but you knew. Of course you knew. You weren’t like Keith, completely oblivious in matters of love.

No, you were smart. You were self-aware. Self-aware enough to recognize that you were starting to develop feelings for your new coworker and former classmate. And as if it wasn’t bad enough to start crushing on Steve Harrington, you were crushing on Steve Harrington while he was crushing on someone else. It was a recipe for disaster-something you wanted to avoid at all costs.

So, while you were cordial with Steve at work, you were never overly friendly with him. You made small talk but kept your responses short and to-the-point. When he invited you to grab a bite to eat with him and Robin after work, you politely declined. You did everything right. Yet, the more you pushed away, it seemed, the more he tried to befriend you. Nonetheless, you rejected every invitation he offered and always went straight home after your shift.

One evening, you were sitting in your living room, watching a stupid program on TV. Your parents were out of town for the weekend, so you had the whole house to yourself. It would have been a great excuse for you to tag along to the party Steve had told you about earlier that day. However, you were perfectly happy with your own company, rather than that of the boy who you knew didn’t feel the same way about you that you did him. Besides, you weren’t totally alone; your dog was curled up on the sofa next to you, snoring peacefully as you rubbed her belly.

And then, of course, the doorbell had to ring.

Your small dog instantly sprung into attack mode. She yipped as the bell rang once, twice, three times, all in quick succession, followed by a rhythmic knock. You considered sprinting into the kitchen to search for a weapon against the crazy person that was clearly on the other side of the door. Then, the nut job spoke.

“Hello? Is this the Y/L/N residence?” The words slurred together slightly, but you thought you recognized the deep voice.

Against your better judgment, you called out, “That depends. Who is this?”

“This is Mr. Steve Harrington, sir. Reporting for duty.”

That gave you the motivation to actually rise from the couch, pace across the room, and fling open the front door.

Sure enough, Steve Harrington stood on your porch. He wore a sweatshirt and a pair of jeans. His hair was somehow messier than ever, standing up in every direction, as though he’d just rubbed a balloon around on his head. And his skin had a rosy tint to it, especially on the tip of his nose.

“Why hello there, Ms. Y/L/N. How are you this fine evening?” he asked. He attempted to lean one arm against the doorframe, missed the wall, and stumbled. You laughed, but he was too far gone to be embarrassed about it, so he just regained his balance and tried again. This time, he landed the pose. However, the time for it to be considered “cool” had long passed.

“Steve? What are you doing here?”

“Oh, you know.” He mumbled something incoherent, then added, “I was in the neighborhood.”

You raised your eyebrows and repeated, “The neighborhood?”

“Yeah, the neighborhood.” Steve waved his free hand around vaguely. “You know, where your neighbors live.”

“Yeah, Steve, I know what a neighborhood is. But I thought the party at the Kennedys’ was on Oak Street.” Steve’s head bobbed up and down, and you furrowed your brows. “Isn’t that, like, four blocks away?” He nodded once again in confirmation. Your frown deepened. “Did you drive?”

Finally, Steve shook his head “no,” and when you asked how he got here, he answered, “I flew here on a magical horse.”

“Steve-“

“I walked, okay? Jeez. Killjoy.”

His arm started to slide down the door frame again. You grabbed his shoulders to steady him, and he stumbled forward into your arms.

“Are we hugging now? Mm. This is nice.”

Steve’s hot breath tickled your neck, which might have been something of a turn-on if he didn’t reek of alcohol. You weren’t exactly keen on the idea of inviting an ultra-intoxicated Steve Harrington into your house. However, the Indiana winter was relentless that night. In the two minutes you’d been standing on your porch, your teeth had already begun to chatter, and Steve’s lips carried a blue hue. If you left your inebriated coworker to his own devices, he’d probably catch hypothermia in a matter of minutes. Thus, you decided to let him stay. You half-guided, half-dragged him to the sofa. When you turned to take a seat in the nearby armchair, Steve’s fingers wrapped around your wrist.

“I don’t bite, you know,” he slurred.

Dumbfounded, you collapsed next to him. As the couch cushion sunk under your weight, Steve followed the motion. You had to give him a gentle shove to prevent him from falling onto your lap.

“Jeez, Steve. How much did you have to drink?”

A giggle escaped his pink lips. “What ever would make you think I’ve been drinking, Y/N?”

“Because, Harrington, you’re not usually this much of an idiot,” you said.

Steve clasped a hand over his heart as though you’d just stabbed it and murmured “ouch.”

“Do you want me to call someone to come pick you up? I could look up your number in the phonebook-”

“No way,” he said. “My dad would kick my ass.”

“Okay, fine. I mean…” You glanced around, eyes landing on the wall clock whose little hand pointed to the one. “I could drive you home, I guess.”

“No need,” Steve said. “I have my magic horse, remember? So I can fly home whenever I want.” He cupped one of his hands around his mouth and lowered his voice to a whisper. “I actually came here ‘cause I want to talk to you.”

“Okay,” you said, drawing out the word in confusion. “Look, I don’t have any influence over who Keith gives a raise, if that’s what you wanted to talk about. I know Hawkins Family Video doesn’t pay much but-”

“No, no, no, no, no.” As if the string of “no”s couldn’t convey his point well enough, Steve also shook his head, sending his wild curls into motion. He uttered a final “no” before adding, “Actually, I’m not here for me. I’m here for you.”

Before you could realize what was happening, Steve booped your nose. You just stared at him, partially in stunned silence and partially in bewilderment.

“You’re real cute. You know that?” he asked. The corners of his mouth tugged upwards into a blissful smile while yours creased into a deep frown. His followed suit. Concern glimmered in his glazed-over chocolate eyes. “Why the long face, Y/N? That was a compliment. Hasn’t someone ever complimented you before?”

“Well, yeah, but-surely you didn’t

“I want you back,” Steve blurted.

“What?”

“I. Want. You. Back.”

His over-enunciation of every word made you roll your eyes. “Yeah, Steve. I heard you,” you said. “I just don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I’m talking about you, silly. And me. But mostly you,” he rambled. “I guess I don’t want you back, since I never had you in the first place. I just...want you.”

You furrowed your brow. “You...want me? What the hell, Steve? You have a girlfriend.”

“I do? That’s news to me.” He reached out and brushed his fingers across your cheek. “Is it you? Are you my girlfriend?”

Steve’s hot breath tickled your neck, which, if he hadn’t reeked of alcohol, might have been something of a turn-on. You weren’t exactly keen on the idea of inviting an ultra-intoxicated Steve Harrington into your house. However, the Indiana winter was relentless that night; in the two minutes you’d been standing on your porch, your teeth had already begun to chatter, and Steve’s lips carried a blue hue. If you left your inebriated coworker to his own devices, he’d probably catch hypothermia in a matter of minutes.

Thus, you decided to let him stay. You half-guided, half-dragged him to the sofa . As you plopped down next to him, the couch cushion sunk under your weight. Steve followed the motion. You had to give him a gentle shove to prevent him from falling into your lap.

“Jeez, Steve. How much did you have to drink?”

A giggle escaped his lips. “Whatever would make you think I’ve been drinking, Y/N?”

“Because, Harrington, you may be dumb, but you’re not usually this much of an idiot,” you said. Steve clutched at his heart dramatically, as though your harsh words had actually wounded him. You ignored him and asked, “Do you want me to call someone to come pick you up? I could look up your number in the phonebook-”

“No way,” he said, shaking his head vigorously. “Nope, nope, nope.”

“Okay, fine, fine. I get it." You glanced around the room like the solution to your dilemma would be written on the walls. Your eyes just landed on the clock, its little hand pointing to the one. “I mean, I could drive you home, I guess.”

“No need,” Steve said. “I have my magic horse, remember? So I can fly home whenever I want. But I don’t want to go home just yet.” He cupped one of his hands around his mouth and lowered his voice to a whisper. “I actually came here ‘cause I want to talk to you.”

Before you could realize what was happening, Steve booped your nose. You just stared at him in a mix of stunned silence and bewilderment.

“You’re real cute. You know that?” he asked. The corners of his mouth tugged upwards into a blissful smile while yours creased into a deep frown. His lips followed suit. “Why the long face, Y/N? That was a compliment. Hasn’t someone ever complimented you before?”

“Well, yeah, but not-

“I want you back,” Steve blurted.

“What?”

“I. Want. You. Back.”

You rolled your eyes at his over-enunciated words. “Yeah, Steve. I heard what you said the first time.,” you sighed. “I just don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I’m talking about you, silly. And me. But mostly you,” he rambled. “You know, I guess I don’t want you back, per se, since I never had you in the first place. I just...want you.”

You furrowed your brow. “You...want me? What the hell, Steve? You have a girlfriend.”

“I do? That’s news to me.” He reached out and brushed his fingers across your face, leaving a trail of electricity down your cheek. “Is it you? Are you my girlfriend?”

“No, not me. Of course not me. Robin,” you said. When Steve’s lips parted, like he was about to protest, you added, “Oh come on, Harrington. There’s clearly something between you two.”

Steve snorted. “Trust me, Y/N; Robin doesn’t see me as anything more than a friend. And I feel the same way about her.”

Steve’s fingers grazed your skin once more as he clumsily attempted to tuck a stray strand of your hair behind your ear. It automatically sprung back into place. However, Steve’s hand lingered on your cheek. As he gazed at you with glazed-over chocolate eyes, something more than simple drunkenness glimmered in them.

Your heart pounded in your chest as he leaned toward you. The proximity was intoxicating; it clouded your thinking. You got so caught up in the fantasy of kissing Steve Harrington that, for a moment, the circumstances escaped you. But then you caught a whiff of his repugnant breath, which jolted you back into reality. You leapt to your feet, mumbled something about getting something to drink, and ducked into the kitchen.

Steve’s pink lips curled into a pout, but he didn’t try to stop you. Rather, he collapsed into the cushions with a faint thump. When you returned with a glass of water, a sleeping Steve was sprawled out on your sofa, snoring softly.

A sigh slipped from your lips, but you didn’t have the heart to wake him up. After setting the glass of water down on the coffee table, you headed back into the kitchen. You grabbed a couple ibuprofen, walked back into the living room, and laid them beside the drink. Then, you snatched a throw blanket off the armchair. As you draped it over the unconscious boy, he stirred slightly.

He murmured, “‘Night, Y/N,” before slipping back into dreamland.

“Good night, Steve,” you said. Before you could think twice about it, you brushed a rogue lock of hair away from his face and pressed a whisper of a kiss to his forehead.

Your mind reeled as you made your way to your bedroom. Somehow, you had more questions now than you had when your wasted coworker showed up on your doorstep. Nonetheless, you both desperately needed sleep, so your inquiries could at least wait until morning. Sure enough, you passed out almost as soon as your head hit the pillow.

In your slumber, you dreamt of Steve Harrington.

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deukaeloveclub · 4 years

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@in-somnias Wow I just watched the pretty savage stage cuz your rb and wow. I spent so much time hating on Teddy that I forgot Kiel Tutin also loves to hold bp back with his choreo

It was so stiff and awkward. It felt like it was trying to be both sexy and bad ass but doesn't commit either way. You’re right about the trying hard to be feminine, idk about the lyrics but just listening to the sound it is not particularly feminine aside from the fact that women are singing it. (also found a better feminine choreo for pretty savage in one youtube search so it’s really just Tutin) Choreographing for four isn't easy and I usually like call backs in choreo but Kiel's blackpink work always feels recycled and not in a good way 😔 bp's songs should have choreo that goes really hard but his choreos are so low impact it always feels like there should be more going on? A lot of the moves just look awkward whereas the choreo Sua was doing feel way more natural. (the flow is so nice) The choreo Sua is doing is cool because it’s well made and they’re not trying to sell it. There is a confidence in the creation and in the execution. And it's just like you said it's literally not the girls fault. I know they would really kill a stronger choreo from someone else but since they're successful as is there's not really a reason to change.

I'm not sure what you were seeing but some of my more specific complaints are that there's way too much standing still, which means you lose out on the possibility of footwork, the transitions are usually just them walking which is boring, and there are very little dynamics aside. Another thing is I think it's too centered around posing/facials and I don't think any choreo should ever be. The facials should an added bonus on top of the choreo. Take the Gashina point dance, Sunmi smiles and makes a flower around her face before doing the gun dance. But if all you do is smile no one is gonna know what dance you're trying to do. Unless you do the full body motion, it's not Gashina. Even if you're expressions aren't as amazing as Sunmi but you do the move, people will know it's Gashina. But back to Kiel Tutin there are a number of moves where the moves seem subdued as to put a focus on whatever expression is being shown. Facials can be added to a dance but do not equal dance. Because of this all these things I have felt that blackpink don't always fill the stage :/

To your comment about the one sua danced to being looser I’m gonna use a (possibly confusing) metaphor for this. So let’s pretend these choreographies are like public speech assignments. When you give a speech you don’t want your head stuck in your cards so you only write down an outline to refer to. Kiel Tutin’s choreo is like if you read the source material and then organized it into an outline and then presented it. You’re delivery is probably going to be kinda rough and you maybe leave out a point or two of your content. The choreo Sua was doing is like if you read the source material, wrote an outline, wrote out a full essay/speech, practiced speaking it and got your timing down to a consistent range and then went and presented with your original outline in hand. If you think about it Kiel’s speech is looser in content but the one Sua is doing becomes looser in execution because content was so tightly tied down. It’s like a really well tailored suit because it fits you perfectly you’re actually free to move in a natural relaxed manner versus a looser suit that actually ends up limiting your movement. No clue if any of that made sense.

Anyways I'm not officially trained either tho so this is just my opinion

#memelena #hello #i kinda ranted at you! i hope you get something from this #key talks #bp #they may not even like it that much themselves and that could contribute to it #i also don't think sexy dancing is their strongest suit...

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kiarazuri · 5 years

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Cover Appreciation: The Fire & Rescue Shifters Series by Zoe Chant

A curvy archaeologist with the find of a lifetime + a firefighter dragon shifter battling his instincts + a priceless artifact coveted by a ruthless rival = one blazing hot adventure! When curvy American archaeologist Virginia Jones finds the lost burial mound of an ancient Anglo-Saxon king near the English city of Brighton, she uncovers much more than she expected. Unearthing a priceless artifact summons an evil dragon who’ll stop at nothing to claim the treasure for his own hoard. Trapped in a burning building by a beast that ought to be imaginary, Virginia's only hope is to call for emergency… Dai Drake has an unusual occupation for a dragon shifter — he’s a firefighter, part of an elite all-shifter crew. When he rescues Virginia from the blaze, he instantly recognizes her as his one true mate. But how can he tell her what she is, when the first dragon she ever met was a greedy, bloodthirsty monster? As Virginia and Dai work together to save the artifact from falling into the wrong claws, the spark between them quickly grows to an inferno. But will his secret make their relationship go up in smoke? This is a sizzling hot, standalone BBW dragon shifter romance. No cliffhangers!

(Firefighter Dragon, Goodreads)

I know a lot of people hate Romance novel covers but I appreciate them for what they are. That said, some are still terrible and some are great. These are definitely the latter and I love them.

The starry/ashy black background with the cut out fire animals was a great idea, I think they’re done really well and that the size of the animals in comparison to the human bodies is good and not overwhelming. (tho the fact that the Sea Dragon is smaller than the Dragon is BULL, also the super stylized phoenix bothers me) The contrast between the black and red/orange/yellow of the fire is really beautiful and I love that the little details like the Dragon’s teeth and the individual strands in the Pegasus’s main are all distinguishable. The straight cut-off lines between the animals and black background are crisp and well done.

One thing that is ALWAYS bad on Romance novel series covers (and a lot of fantasy series with people-covers) is the difference in lighting on the human bodies. books 1 and 4 have more blue-light while 2 (and Unicorn to a lesser extent) is a really orange light and the rest are pretty neutral. Even with the differing skin-tones, the lighting differences are noticeable. Particularly with the blue tint to Sea Dragon’s dreads. Other than that the men’s bodies and poses are all good choices.

I think the most annoying thing I notice are the Unicorn’s tattoos. That said, they’re not as bad as some other cover tattoos.

The text is identical cover to cover, which I highly appreciate. I also really like the red to yellow gradient on the title I think it works well with the fires in the background. Other than that there’s not much to say.

I know that you don’t need to read this series in order and that you can read howevermany you want in whatever order you want but PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF EVERYTHING if you’re writing a series PUT THE BOOK # ON YOUR BOOK COVERS. This has always bothered me. I hate having to search to figure out what order to read things in. This is very common in Romance series and I first had to deal with it when I started reading Sherrilyn Kenyon in middle school. Do you know how many books that woman has written? It’s daunting. Also please put the series title. These could have EASILY had the series title and book # on them, there is so much open space for that. PLEASE.

I actually left out the 5th book from above (which you would never know because they don’t say the book #s on them!). So here it is:

And I left it out because it’s a cross-over with Zoe Chant’s other series Shifting Sands Resort so the cover is a mix between the two series covers and I think it works pretty well with both. It’s very noticeably a combination of the two. (I’m going to make a Shifting Sands Resort Cover Appreciation post once the final book is released ;))

The Fire & Rescue Shifters series has a second, sequel series still releasing called Fire & Rescue Shifters: Wildfire Crew and so far only 2 books have been released but they’re different enough while maintaining the original themes that I think they work well as companions to the above.

Here they are! I think something that’s weird about these in comparison to almost all other Zoe Chant covers is that we see their faces. It’s not bad but it throws off the series cover dynamic in my eyes.

Lastly, I will say that because these are published through Amazon the covers for the physical copies are all matte and uh, they should be gloss. Just saying. But that’s not something that can be fixed other than through publishing through someone else though so oh well.

See ya next time!

- Kiara

@tcstu @brynwrites @grimoireoffolkloreandfairytales

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illfoandillfie · 5 years

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Do you have any tips on writing smut?

oooo thanks for asking! i love talking about this stuff lmao

First of all I’ve answered a question HERE about what to do when your writing sounds cliched/awkward, so that might be something you find helpful!

I’m gonna give a few general kind of tips I have but if you have anything specific you want help with or if you’d like me to clarify or give examples or expand on anything below send me another message and i’ll do my best to help you! Anyway, let’s jump in!

1. Outlines!!

This is a general writing tip, not limited to smut but it is something I swear by. When you have an idea for a fic (or whatever) type up some quick dot points so you know whats gonna happen. They dont have to be detailed and they dont have to be full sentences, they’re just there to help keep you focused. I always type my outline first and then go back to the top of the page to start writing the actual fic so the outline is easy to refer to and as I check things off the outline I delete them. This becomes more helpful for longer fics, especially if you’re doing a multi chapter thing. It means you always have a clear idea of where you’re headed which makes it that much easier to write.

2. Start Simple

If you’re just getting started writing smut I defs recommend sticking to kinks and stuff you like. I certainly find stuff I’m not hugely into harder to write about. This is why most of the stuff i’ve written with a d/s dynamic has sub!reader - im a sub irl and I find it much harder to write a dom!reader. I’m not really into anal irl so I tend to not include it in my writing. Start with things you’d like to read about and things you’ve fantasised about. And if you have real life experiences you can draw on, use them. The more familiar you are with a concept, the easier it’ll be to write, particularly if you’re not that confident in your writing yet. The first smut fic I wrote was I’ll Make It Up To You which was based on a fantasy I’d got off to multiple times. I thought about it for a full month before I was motivated to write it and I’d been fantasising about it for a lot longer than that.

As you get more confident with you’re writing you can try branching out and playing with other stuff. I love doing those smut prompt things because it’s an easy way to experiment writing things I dont normally think of writing. They’re just short blurbs (most of the time) which gives me the space to test something new, get a feel for it, without having to write a full fic about it. But, I didn’t start asking for promots until I’d written 5 or 6 full fics, I wasn’t confident enough in my abilities as a writer before then. Start small, with things you’re comfortable with, and grow from there.

3. Research

If you’re writing something and you’re not entirely sure how to describe it, or you’re having trouble visualising it, don’t be afraid to do some research. Incognito Mode is your friend and you should it. I find I do this mostly when I’m writing stuff I don’t know (like with the prompts) and threesomes (god keeping track of three people can be a nightmare). Here’s a few places I go to for research (goes without saying but these links are NSFW):- (Assuming you are 18+) Pornhub (or a porn site of your preference) - Porn is probably the easiest way to find references. You can get a sense of how people move, how people sound, how the body looks in different positions. Even like seeing the most common ways people do things (like if you’re looking at blowjobs, do more videos feature the giver on their knees while the receiver stands? or is the receiver more likely to be lying down?) things that can help you get a better idea of what the scene you’re writing looks like. I recommend looking at amateur stuff over the professional stuff, it feels more realistic, less… idk gratuitous? (eg: when I was answering a prompt about fisting: it was an entirely new area for me so I wanted to see what it looked like. The professional porn was so much more violent and over the top - women essentially being punched in the vagina. The amateur stuff tho was more likely to show proper technique and even when it was rougher it wasnt as objectionable.)- Sexpositions.club - this is my go to when I’m trying to write about a position I’m unfamiliar with. You can choose a category (man on top/kneeling/deep penetration/blowjob/etc) and it’ll give you a bunch of potential positions with illustrations! Very helpful if you’re struggling to visualise the position. Also if you know the name of a position but you don’t know what it is exactly, i can almost guarantee googling the name will bring up its entry on this site in the top results. -Google - I guarantee if you google something like, ‘what does squirting feel like’ you’re gonna get a bunch of articles from bustle and mens health and cosmo and whatever fucking else called things like ‘5 women tell us what squirting really feels like’ or ‘tips to make your girl squirt’ or whatever. Read them! Especially if they’re the ‘5 women tell us’ type of article! They’re going to help you so much when you’re trying to describe a sensation you’ve never felt!! If multiple women describe feeling the same thing, use it! If all of them describe feeling different things, pick and choose what you like the sound of! Plus the articles are often full of info about how to do the thing which you can use!! The squirting example is one I actually did google when responding to a prompt! And every article I read talked about doing the duck pose with your hand so I included it in the fic!!

4. Write for yourself

This is actually advice I got from another smut writer (@theglowissodivine - she’s incredible and i love her) and it’s the best advice anyone has ever given me.

Don’t worry about posting it!!

When you start writing (especially if you’re new to writing smut) just write for yourself. Don’t think about people reading it, don’t worry about word count, just write it. If you’re feeling kind of blushy and awkward about writing smut, you don’t need to because no one else needs to know!! If you like the concept but hate your execution of it you can just fucking delete it and start again and no one needs to know!! When you’re not thinking about posting your writing, there’s less to be afraid of and it becomes easier to relax into it and just write! You can just focus on getting your idea down without worrying about making it perfect. Which makes it more fun, which makes you want to do it more, and the more you do something the better you get at it and then when you feel confident enough you can start posting! And if you keep the stuff you wrote and didn’t like, you can come back to it at some point in the future and fix it!

This is getting long so I’m gonna stop there but please let me know if you have any other questions!!

#writing advice #i hope this helps!!#i always feel like i ramble on too much #and no one is gonna want to read it lmao #Anonymous #ask

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afangirlwashere · 6 years

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Risk pt.1 (Peter Parker x superhero!reader)

Summary: (Y/N) starts attending the Midtown School of Science and Technology and her first day does not go so well. How does she deal with the aftermaths of Thanos?

A/N: Okay this is another attempt. The Bucky fanfic is kinda.. not.. doing.. well... But whatever! I had an idea so I put it into words! And it’s here! I just want you all to know that some things are changed a little. The timeline is a bit different! Here’s how: Peter, Ned and Michelle are still sophomores and this whole thing is kinda like - Homecoming happens - Thanos happens almost immediately. Just a little explanation for all of you.

Warnings: INFINITY WAR SPOILERS!!! a little sad (only at the beginning tho), and there’s like one part I’m a little insecure about but I think it’s fine ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

part 2 part 3 part 4

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Midtown School of Science and Technology. Does it sound nice? Not at all. Is it necessary? According to Mr. Stark, it is. (Y/N) just helped saving half of the population and a few days after she has to start attending a new high school. No pressure right?

New York is amazing though. Mr. Stark got her an apartment in Queens not too far from Peter’s. He had his reasons to do so. She doesn’t know that yet though.

(Y/N)’s interaction with Peter was short. She barely knew him. But she very clearly remembered the fear in his face when she found him in that weird nothingness of... white. Surrounded in this color it looked like the boy was in heaven.

How uncertain he was if this girl was really even there. If she wasn’t another one of his hallucinations. He was so alone it tortured him almost making him go bonkers.

She remembered how hesitantly Peter approached her but once he was sure she’s real he threw himself onto her hugging her hips as tight as possible like a little kid that lost his mom in the shop and finally found her.

He was kneeling and embracing her so tightly she almost couldn’t breathe.

“Don’t leave me here alone, please! Please don’t leave! I don’t want to be alone anymore, please, please...” his cries and sobs seemed to echo in the nothingness.

Seeing him so desperate and terrified broke (Y/N)’s heart into million pieces.

Remembering how she kneeled to him and hugged him as tightly as possible filled her with a tiny bit of hope. She’ll get him out of this miserable place. He was still crushing her hips and crying.

It was only a week since Thanos snapped his ugly purple fingers but it seemed as if time passed differently here. There was nothing to do which must have been eating him alive.

After a few more minutes of this (Y/N) finally managed to calm Peter down a bit and make him cooperate. Frying his brain wasn’t particularly the best experience but it was the only way she knew how to bring him back among the living, bring him back to his aunt and Mr. Stark.

She only saw Peter’s aunt once and it wasn’t the best first encounter. They didn’t interact and (Y/N) was pretty sure the woman didn’t even know she was there. Mr. Stark on the other hand... He told her about Peter. It hurt him but he still did it. And he was the reason number one when it came to deciding who she’ll try to bring back first.

Hearing him scream in agony was another war sound that’s going to hunt her in her dreams.

He woke up lying flat on the ground and (Y/N) was leaning over him.

“Hi.” she smiled.

“Are you an angel?” he exhaled with amazement.

That was their whole interaction. Since then they saw each other only on the battlefield. No time to chit-chat there, unfortunately.

(Y/N) isn’t even sure if he’s going to be in school today. She nervously fiddles with the massive ring on her hand which had the letter W on it. A very nice lady welcomes her at the secretariat and gives her some papers.

The hardest thing to do is finding her locker. She looked for it every break that they got. She considered asking someone if they could help her but for some reason, everyone in the hall seemed so... distant and mean. Their looks were judging or maybe analyzing her. She even found herself looking for the Parker kid. He would have helped her.

In the end, she decides to look for her locker at lunch break. Not eating at the time she’s supposed to isn’t something to be happy about though. The halls are completely empty only a few noises from the cafeteria or the squeaking of boot soles from the gym can be heard.

(Y/N) is going around and checking the numbers. This is the third time she walked around the whole school and still nothing. It’s like her locker disappeared. She was about to try for the fourth time when a girl with darker skin came out of the cafeteria. Her hair is black and it neatly curls at the ends. She’s very pretty and looks like a nice person in general which is a pleasant change after today.

But there’s something off about her. The moment she walked out of the cafeteria her expression changed. She looked upset. But she also looked like a senior so she must know this school like the palm of her hand. Well... here goes nothing!

“Hey! Um.. hi! I wanted to ask if you could help with-” the girl interrupts her.

“I’m sorry but I’m kind of in a rush.” she points to the exit but smiles politely.

“Oh... Okay. I’m new here so I have no clue where to find....stuff.” (Y/N) laughs at herself, hoping the awkwardness will fade away a little.

“Good luck.” the unknown senior smiles as politely as before.

“Well, I guess I’ll see you around?”

The unknown girl whispers “I don’t think so...” and leaves.

Okay... That was strange.

(Y/N) grips the paper with her lockers number tightly and finally decides to eat some lunch.

Enough locker searching for today. She’ll try again tomorrow with more luck hopefully.

There’s a girl sitting and leaning against the wall a few meters from the door to the cafeteria. Her hair is in a low ponytail just like (Y/N)’s. Her lunch tray is next to her meanwhile she draws something in her sketchbook.

(Y/N) completely understands how this girl feels.

She gets her lunch just like everyone else. There’s not much left but a cheese sandwich and an apple should be enough. When her eyes land on a small orange juicebox her mood instantly improves. They had the same juice boxes at her old school. Seeing it here sends a painful nostalgy but at the same time, it fills her with happiness.

When everything is on her lunch tray she heads out of the cafeteria. There were a few eyes watching her “Where’s the new girl going?” kids from Flash's table start whispering.

Flash looks around to find who are his friends talking about but he only gets to see her back.

(Y/N) is relieved to find the girl in the same spot as before. The only difference is that her sketchbook is now closed lying next to her and she’s eating some pasta with vegetable sauce.

(Y/N) sits next to the girl and puts the tray on her long legs.

The girl sounds suspicious “Did Flash send you?”

“Who?” (Y/N) frowns in confusion “No. No one sent me. I’m new here.”

Her response is a subtle “Oh...”

They’re both silent for a minute.

“I’m Michelle by the way. But my friends call me MJ.” she introduces herself.

“I’m (Y/N).”

“Are you new in New York? I haven’t seen any students transferring to our school in the middle of the school year.” Michelle asks.

Alright. We trained this. Just don’t panic. Be natural.

“It’s kind of a boarding school deal but... Not really. My parents live in L.A. they work in film. Not that they’re famous or anything they’re both cameramans. We don’t have much time for each other and their way of dealing with it is to send me away.” Lies, lies and more lies.

Awkward and unclear. Perfect.

Michelle just nods. It looks like she believes her.

“Is this your first day?”

“Yep.”

“Did you have Mr. Conner?” Michelle squints her eyes at (Y/N).

She’s a little lost in all the names of the teachers “Is it the one with the billy-goat beard or the one that smells like eggs?”

“The one with the beard. The egg smelling one is Mr. Cooper. He makes us call him Steve because his childhood superhero and role model was Captain America. He’s trying to relate to us and be cool but he’s just making a fool out of himself.” Michelle shrugs.

“Yeah, I had Mr. Conner. He seemed like a great math teacher. His beard is attractive to every girl in my class except me.” (Y/N) gives a little rundown of her thought.

“Great. You passed the test. We can be friends.” MJ nods to herself.

This brings a smile on (Y/N)’s face. Weird friendship test but as long as she passed it she didn’t mind.

“Hey what were you drawing in that sketchbook?” it’s her time to ask questions.

MJ isn’t very keen about sharing something with her.

“Oh come on I answered all your questions. Plus I’m immune to the beard-beauty of Mr. Conner!” she makes MJ laugh a little.

“I just doodle people I see around me,” she says as she hands her the sketchbook.

There’s a lot of doodles of students and teachers. Happy, sad, stressed, angry, laughing, sleepy, concentrated. All the emotions you could possibly have in school. They’re there.

Some of her works are just quick sketches and some look very elaborate. There are two faces that look familiar to her but she stays silent. She’s not supposed to know anyone from here right? Let’s not put any doubts in MJ’s head.

There are two pages devoted to superheroes. There’s Mr. Cooper as Captain America in all sorts of different poses. The other page is devoted to Spider-Man. There are some good drawings of him swinging on his webs but there’s also one where he has the mask pulled off. It reveals a very very very masculine man with sharp cheekbones and longish dirty blonde hair. (Y/N) almost chokes on the juice she’s sipping. She wants to laugh so bad.

Oh wow. So this is what they imagine him to look like.

The last drawing is a girl with a piece of paper in her hand. She looks very focused on what’s written on it but also.. confused.

“Is that me?” (Y/N) turns to her new friend.

MJ smirks on the sketch “Yeah I couldn’t help but notice that you’re walking around the school for the third time with that same expression.” she comments.

“Wow... You really do have a talent.”

It’s nice to hear some recognition for once “Thanks.”

For the rest of the lunch break, they talk about different things. School, hobbies or memes. MJ even gave her her juicebox. (Y/N) is excited that she found a friend she can spend lunch breaks with.

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Day two and locker is still not found.

This time (Y/N) didn’t walk through the whole school building three times but only once because she got so angry when locker B215 wasn’t next to B214 she made all of the trash from the small waste bins fly out.

Michelle sat on the same place as yesterday. She exchanged drawing for reading today. It seems that she’s really into this story.

(Y/N) stands before the cantine and looks at her options. She picks fish fingers and mashed potatoes. They don’t look appealing but they smell good which is hopefully a good sign. To her delight, there are the same juice boxes as yesterday.

With all her food and juicebox in place, she happily starts walking to the exit to go sit next to MJ. Before she can get to the doors some guy steps in her way.

His clothes look starched and expensive. He’s definitely a nerd but the way he walks and holds his head high... A cocky, bigheaded, rich nerd. What a combination. This won’t end well.

“You’re (Y/N) right? You’re new here... I’m Flash Thompson.” he points a finger at her as he’s walking closer.

(Y/N) shifts her weight from foot to foot and waits for what’s going to happen.

“Look, you can sit at my table. You don’t have to be friends with losers that eat in the hallway. I can find a spot at my table for you. And maybe if you even ask nicely it can be right next to me.” Flash smirks.

All of a sudden (Y/N) isn’t as hungry as she thought. Her stomach is doing flips because of how disgusted she feels by that guy. Who the hell does he think he is to try and tell her where to sit?

“It’s fine. MJ gives me her juice boxes and draws me porn. I think I’m okay with her.” (Y/N) walks past him but Flash has the audacity to start speaking again and even catch her arm.

“There was enough charity yesterday. A lot of people would give anything for the chance I’m giving you right now.”

(Y/N) starts seeing red. She feels her powers slipping out of her control. Her blood is boiling.

Why does this Flash guy act like he’s giving her the opportunity of a lifetime?

“Touch me one more time and I’ll break both your hands.” (Y/N) growls silently but pretty much everyone could hear because the cafeteria was drowning in silence.

Everyone is watching them.

Out of nowhere, a familiar boy runs to them.

It’s Peter Parker.

“Woah woah guys let’s calm down before someone overthrows the water tank.” he makes unsubtle eye contact with the girl whos still surprised by his presence.

“Bugger off Parker.” Flash wawes at him as if he was an annoying fly.

(Y/N) finally turns around and walks out of the cafeteria not looking back.

“What took you so long?” Michelle doesn’t look like she cares at all but there’s that something in her tone of voice which tells otherwise.

“Some Flash guy was forcing me to sit at his privileged table,” she explains.

MJ starts to falsely choke which makes her new friend laugh.

The doors to the cafeteria open again. Both girls quickly redirect their attention to whoever wants to mock them again.

Peter’s standing there with another guy who’s shyly looking at the floor.

(Y/N) almost unnoticeably shakes her head to stop him. The further they stay away from each other the better. No one will even think they could have anything in common. The less attention the better. If someone reveals their superhero identities it’s over.

Peter swiftly walks over to them and sits down right next to (Y/N). His friend follows.

“What are you doing here?” (Y/N) asks as calmly as possible.

“Well... I heard this is the place where losers eat. That’s exactly where we belong so we're here. And MJ is our friend too so if she sits in the hall we sit there too.” Peter announces with a proud smile waiting for Michelle's reaction.

She just shrugs “I don’t care do whatever you want.”

Peter looks reconciled with his friend's behavior.

“Oh by the way, I haven’t introduced myself yet. I’m Peter Parker and that’s Ned Leeds.” he points at his friend who smiles a bit and nods but then continues to shyly look at the floor.

“(Y/N)” she nods at them too .

Her and Peter exchange a look that says Well played.

They have to make it believable.

“Miss Jones?” an unknown teacher walks around the corner “Kids why aren’t you sitting at a table in the cafeteria like the others?” he looks surprised.

None of them answer until MJ takes it in her hands “Because we’re losers...”

The teacher just stands there for a second and looks at them and they look back at him. He obviously doesn’t know how to respond to this.

“Um.. Well.. Miss Jones can you come with me for a second I need to speak with you.”

Michelle slowly gets up looking annoyed and disappears around the corner.

The moment she’s gone Peter starts screaming in an undertone “What was that supposed to be?! What are you doing here?! Mr. Stark didn’t tell me about this and I thought you were going bac-”

“Woah woah can you calm down a bit? We still have company here.” (Y/N) looks directly at Peter’s friend who looks like he’s watching his favorite tv show and he’s on the edge to see what happens next.

“What? Ned? He knows about everything.”

“What?!!” (Y/N) shouts.

“You don’t have to worry I won’t tell anyone. I’m like a locked vault.” Ned tries to reassure her.

“Apart from that one time in gym class right...?” Peter frowns at his friend.

Ned looks ashamed. He backs off as if he wanted to disappear.

“So he knows about everything that happened? He knows about me?” she asks.

“Yep. He knows everything.” Peter nods.

“Absolutely everything?”

“Absolutely everything.”

“Great.” (Y/N) rests against the wall again and closes her eyes to calm herself.

Closing her eyes doesn’t really help because all she sees is that white nothingness with a terrified Peter in the middle. Talk about trauma.

“You have to learn to control your powers my soda almost jumped out of the can.” Peter worries.

“You think it’s that easy? My powers aren’t controllable like yours. They’re like a ticking bomb!” she tries to explain.

“Why did Mr. Stark send you here then?”

(Y/N) lets out a sigh “He said I’ll have reasons to control it here. It’s supposed to be motivation. It’ll either work or end in a catastrophe.” she starts slurping her juice.

Peter is nervously tapping his fingers on the food tray “Yeah that sounds like Mr. Stark.”

He’s thinking how he could solve this situation. How to minimalize the risks?

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hey lady joanna, i'm not sure if it was u or someone else who posted this, but Ive found a pie chart of the asoiaf characters that r most popular in fan fic, and sansa was number one (and i think arya was a close 2nd?? cant remember properly). Do you know why this is? I've been reading a bit of fanfic recently, and ive also found that sansa seems to be the most shipped, and written about character.

Why do people write any fanfiction, about any character?

We write because we love it. We write because we must. I think a huge part of what makes fan fiction so singularly special is that there is no ambition in it, only passion. [x]

We all wrestle with feelings and we can recognize them in stories when we see them. We don’t need for them to be sanctioned. It doesn’t matter what the writer intended, or what the artists intended. […] One of the most radical things I tell myself about the media I consume is: fuck canon. [x]

More often than not, people write fanfiction to explore ideas that are harder to explore on their own. Themes of sexuality, queer characters, and other problems of young people that most mainstream stories barely glimpse at are laid out in full force. Are all fanfictions hugely creative stories that need to be told? Not necessarily. In fact, probably not. By their very nature they are ancillary. But if these are stories our young people are telling, and en masse as well, critics should learn to be less dismissive of them. Because the stories we tell as children lay the cornerstones of the stories we tell as adults. No matter how grammar-less and outlandish they may be. [x]

What is scary about transformative fandom is that it’s a place where young women love their media without reservation, and where they can make stories for themselves. That’s why as a culture we’ve decided that transformative fandom is weird and gross and morally wrong, and that’s why all the articles in the world explaining that transformative fandom is a totally legitimate way to interact with a text aren’t really making a dent in the never-ending stream of repulsed investigations of fandom. Because fandom is the province of young women and, culturally, we find young women terrifying. [x]

Sometimes Canon is Broken and I Need to Fix It. Anyone who is a fan of … well, anything, knows that there are certain moments when you’re reading along or watching a series or movie when you stop and shout, “Wait! What?” (one word: midiclorians) Sometimes when that’s happened I feel the desire to “fix” canon by writing my own version of “the truth” (known as ‘head canon’ or, if it gets widely accepted, ‘fanon,’ which is an abbreviated word for ‘fan canon.’) Also, people like myself write fanfic because the story they’re involved in is, on some level, really important to them. Characters become more than just fiction and what happens to them becomes very personal. The world becomes very real, and you start to want to explore every single nook and cranny, especially where you sense an inconsistency—something that makes you want to fill in the gaps. So, there are big and little “fixes” that call to fan writers. [x]

And why do people read fanfiction?

But every so often I find a fanfic I can’t keep my eyes off. It might capture the feeling of the original source, or attack the premise from an interesting and new point of view. I get to see my favorite characters come back to life through the power of words. The puppeteer might be different, but, in the best fics, anyway, my beloved puppets are back and better than ever. [x]

Fanfiction is born of love, from both the writers and the readers. And the Stark sisters are widely loved. People naturally want more of these girls’ stories, to visit them again, to hear their voices again, to recapture whatever resonated with them the first time around.

Regarding Sansa in particular … well, we haven’t had a book published with a Sansa pov in it since AFFC was published in 2005.

(I do not count snippets from the still unpublished TWOW.)

(2005 was a loooong time ago. I had a flip phone in 2005.)

People want more content with Sansa so they’re making it themselves.

Also, a lot of fanfiction is about shipping, and Sansa is very shippable. One of the central questions of Sansa’s narrative is who she will marry, from the very beginning of AGOT. GRRM teases so many possibilities for a potential partner for Sansa (some more likely than others), and people latch on to these various possibilities and generate a lot of fic for the things they love. Great fandom debates rage around who Sansa will ultimately be married to (assuming she marries) at the end of the series. Most (most!) people want Sansa to be happy in the end, but everyone (everyone!!) has different ideas about what (or who) would make Sansa happy.

And sometimes people don’t care about the endgame, they just want to explore vibrant alternate universes, since the ASOIAF canon has come to a standstill. For example, what would have happened to Sansa if Robert had never come to Winterfell? Personally I don’t particularly like alternate universes (most of the time), but lots of other people do, and they like exploring them in fic.

And sometimes fanfiction isn’t even about the roads not taken in canon, it’s about the roads GRRM would never take, because LBR, he’s an old Baby Boomer. Fanfiction offers stories that aren’t necessarily heteronormative.

Sansa is a fandom bicycle. She resonates with a lot of people. Sansa’s own story parallels the meta**-narrative disillusionment of the reader, but instead of a bitter awakening, it’s a hopeful one, because ASOIAF is a story about hope despite the darkness. (If you want to read more about this topic, @poorquentyn and @nobodysuspectsthebutterfly have spoken about this at length.)

**I don’t mean “meta” the way fandom uses this word to mean “literary criticism & analysis”. I mean “meta” in terms of being self-referential, or from a perspective above the work itself. GRRM is writing a fantasy story, but his fantasy story is about fantasy (the genre).

So this resonance, this ~reader avatar~ quality - it makes people want to explore the world with Sansa even more, and so they write fic.

You might want to pose this question to someone who writes a lot of Sansa fic tho, to get a better answer, because I don’t write a lot of Sansa fic. (I’ve written some, but not very much, and not often.) I typically like … darker … themes in the fanfiction I write. One of the fanfic stories I’ve been telling to myself (and only myself) for over twenty years would have the Purity Police up in arms. I’m so glad tumblr didn’t exist when I was a child cuz y’all would’ve fucked me up. This website isn’t healthy.

#liashara-river #replies #fanfiction #sansa stark #lannister thoughts

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