#i thought a lot about future me back then knowing that somewhere sometime i'd be on the other side of that initial Getting Sick
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Complicated
Steve's version ❤️ Part Two 💕
Warnings: Heart to hearts, fwb, angst. Fluff.
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Eddie had apologised since your fight, he had came over the next night, pretty wildflowers in his hands that he holds out to you.
"I'm sorry, I was a dick, Chrissy and I have been fighting... Shit thats no excuse. I was a dick. Full stop and I'm sorry"
He bites his lip and takes your hand. He looks so sorrowful that you melt.
"It's just you've never been interested in any guy and then bam there's Steve. I just got scared that maybe you'd forget all about me"
You squeeze his hand and shake your head.
"Eddie, that would never happen" he exhales looking more relieved.
"I'm still so fucking sorry sweetheart, I never should have acted like that, said that shit" he looks at you all puppy eyed and full of remorse.
You hadn't quite fully forgiven him but it was a start.
However, your thoughts had been overtaken by something else for now.
Steve.
It was like the two of you were magnets, Steve drove you to his after his work shift ended.
Robin suggested the three of you have your own movie night but she crashed somewhere during Back to the Future.
Which left you and Steve and the tension between you. To distract yourself for a minute, you looked around, heart beginning to twinge.
This house was beautiful yes, however it felt more like a show home than anything else. Steve must get lonely with his parents away all the time.
"It's beautiful but so big, I hate to think of you here and feeling alone" he softens and his fingers entwine with yours, there comes that tingle again.
The spark.
"Kinda glad my dad isn't here if I'm being honest, he's an asshole. I miss my mom sometimes. How close we used to be... Hey, wanna take this upstairs so we don't wake u up Sleeping Beauty"
Upstairs? In his bedroom? Your heart skips a beat and you nod.
"Yeah, I'd like that" he leads you upstairs and into his room, in here feels impersonal too. Not like a twenty year old lives in it and that hurts your heart even more.
"You know whenever you feel lonely, give me a call and we can just talk" You offer and he smiles as you both sit on the bed.
"I'd like that but it would be a bit of a dilemma honey because I can't stop thinking about kissing you. It's distracting" Oh.
"Well, I guess you're gonna have to kiss me Steve Harrington. I'd hate to think of you being distracted" you tease him and he chuckles and leans forward, lips meeting yours.
It doesn't take long for you to begin heatedly making out, clothes thrown hastily on the floor as you fuck relentlessly, well into the night.
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Ever since then the two of you have barely been apart, hot sex into the early hours until your both spent and sated. It's a distraction from all the shit going on in both of your lives.
It's easy to talk to Steve, easy to open yourself up to him, Steve takes a little more time. You don't blame him for being hesitant, he's used to caring for others so much that you don't think he ever really sits down and takes care of his own mental health.
When he does open up though it's amazing, he tells you things he's never told anyone, late night conversations that turn deeper and heartfelt.
He tells you about his parents, opens up mre about Nancy. It's nice to get to know Steve on a level that not very many people do. Except for Robin.
"With Nance there was always the feeling that she was holding back, I changed so much because of her and I'll always be grateful for that but a lot of what happened between us, it makes it hard to put myself out there"
You listen intently, head rested on his chest, he quietens for a second then speaks again.
"I spent so much time going on all of these dates, relationships based on just sex and that didn't make me happy, even if it was fun for a little while"
It hits you again how much more experienced Steve is than you. You've been hiding the fact that he's your first, he's opened up so much that you decide to do the same.
"Steve, there's something I have to tell you" he looks down at you curious and strokes your hair gently.
"What?" you take a breath and blurt it out feeling nervous for his reaction.
"You're my first, I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I guess I was nervous how you'd react" his eyes widen and he softens, his hand entwining with yours.
"You never have to be nervous about anything with me sweetheart, thank you for telling me" he kisses you and those pesky butterflies fill your belly again.
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Steve never thought that he would be jealous of Eddie Munson, yet here he was.
Yesterday you were sitting beside Eddie, smiling at something he said and Steve felt the stirrings of intense jealousy in his veins.
Eddie was a lucky bastard and he didn't even know it. He was the object of your affection and at first Steve wasn't too fussed about that.
Now? Well, now was a different story. It was subtle at first, he just assumed that the annoyance he felt around Eddie was to do with him being a dick to you all those weeks ago.
Then came the little bursts of jealousy, stuff he could wave off and pretend that it didn't happen.
Now though? Well now there was no ignoring how he felt. Anytime he thought about your feelings for Eddie it was like a vice squeezing his chest tight.
Did you still want to be with Eddie? He was nervous as shit to ask you. Even though the two of you were growing closer and closer, the thought of asking you, of knowing the answer terrified him.
Because what if you did? He swallows, he doesn't like to think about that. He promised himself after Nancy with Jonathan that he wouldn't put himself in this sort of position again.
Yet he had.
Speaking of Nancy, he hadn't thought of her in a long time, his thoughts taken over by you. He thought about you constantly, lost himself in daydreams about you at work.
Much to Robin's amusement.
"Earth to Steve" Robin calls to him and he comes to, lost in thought about you and him last night.
"Sorry, just uh got lost in my head" he apologises and begins to stack the shelf.
"Wonder who the girl is that you're dreaming about huh?" she teases and he blushes ignoring her knowing gaze.
The door opens signalling a customer and Robin nudges him.
"Speak of the devil" she nods to you. You're with Dustin and Eddie. He feels himself light up at the sight of you and when you turn around and give him a big smile and a wink, he's putty in your hands.
Shit, he was screwed wasn't he?
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Thinking about your soul stone au again. I just love it so much and I'd love to read more if you have more ideas. Maybe ironstrange getting together? Or, will anyone find out what happened with the soul stone? Or, what happens when they get back to Earth?
I have so many ideas for this ‘verse, including everything you mentioned here… so of course I wrote something else. LOL. I went from writing Tony’s break up with Pepper (because that has to happen before IronStrange get together), to deciding I’d written too much of that and just jumping to them getting together, but I didn’t want Tony and Stephen to get together just because the Soul Stone said so, so I thought about how a slower build up would work, and I ended up somewhere intermediate. (And now I have ideas for how they get together… and all the build up before that…)
I’ll probably come back to this if I run out of prompts. Or if someone drops another prompt for this in my queue, whichever comes first. (Four prompts currently in the queue.)
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Stephen meets Tony in one of the more private sitting rooms. He brings a teapot and two cups, setting it down on a small side table between two arm chairs. Tony is slumped in his seat, staring into the distance. That seems like a bad sign. “How did it go?” Stephen asks, pouring a cup.
Tony sighs and takes the cup of tea Stephen hands him. “I didn’t tell her.”
Stephen pauses, then pours a cup for himself. “Didn’t you decide you couldn’t keep a secret this big from someone you’re marrying?”
“Yeah.” Tony takes a long sip from his tea, but Stephen thinks he isn’t stalling for time. Steadying himself, maybe. Sitting, Stephen waits. “When I saw Pepper, the Soul Stone asked who she was.”
“It didn’t know?” Stephen’s relationship with Time doesn’t make him an expert on the infinity stones, but he wouldn’t have thought Soul would need a relationship of any kind spelled out to it.
Tony barks a laugh. “Apparently, it assumed she was someone else, because my soul and Pepper’s are, and I quote, ‘Not a good match.’”
Stephen winces. “What are you going to do?”
“I don’t know.” Tony rubs a hand over his face. “In a lot of ways, Soul is… another alien. If I met a random alien telepath and they told me Pepper and I wouldn’t work out, there’s no way I’d break up with her on their word.” He pauses and rolls his eyes, but doesn’t speak; presumably Soul weighed in. Tony catches Stephen’s eye. “So why am I considering it now?”
“Because Soul is more than a random telepath,” he says.
Tony hums briefly and sips at his tea. Eventually, his gaze goes to the Eye of Agamotto. “If Time told you a relationship wasn’t going to work out, would you end it?”
“Time isn’t chatty like Soul apparently is.”
Tony’s eyes narrow. “That isn’t an answer.” Shit. “Spill it, Strange.”
Stephen sets down his tea and looks at Tony. “Those 14 million futures I saw? Sometimes there were years between that moment and the final battles; I saw a lot of potential relationships for myself. Some went well. Some poorly. I can’t forget them, so I know that they’ll influence me, but none of them are this future. It’s unique. I have to approach it that way.”
“But statistically—”
“Statistically, you should have died in Afghanistan,” Stephen interrupts. “Statistically, half the universe should have died to Thanos. We are living in the statistical exception, Tony.”
Tony groans, leaning his head back against the armchair. “Pepper feels like the only chance I’ll ever have for a real relationship,” he admits. “I don’t want to lose that.”
“I don’t think this is your only chance. But if you love Pepper, if you think you’ll be happy together, then that doesn’t matter,” Stephen says. Time flickers a hundred futures with Tony past Stephen’s mind’s eye. Stubbornly, he pushes them aside. Potential is only potential, he tells the stone silently. This has to be Tony’s decision.
“Yeah,” Tony says, and sips his tea.
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First of all I just wanted to commend you for becoming a TS hate blog despite the annoying fangirl swarm you're probably going to face. You're truly doing the lord's work.
I saw that you said you were her a fan of hers but then realised who she was after her breakup with Joe. I was curious about how long you'd been a fan and how involved were you in the fandom and what was it that caused this 180? Was it one thing that just shook you out or was it little things added up?
For me, I had always considered myself more of a casual fan of her music but never got into the fandom side of it because I always thought of swifties as pretty fucking annoying. However, I've had mutuals through the years who were more in the fandom so I sort of observed from the outside. As for her as a person, I never went to bat for her but I always felt like I gave her a sense of grace and understanding despite her being 7 years older than me and far more privileged. For example, when people accused her of always playing the victim I always thought it was understandable because when you're young you often only see things from your own pov, but with age and maturity you start seeing the bigger picture.
My issues with her started in 2020, the year after she made a documentary where she shed her white women tears and proclaimed she wanted to be politically active and use her voice for good. But when the opportunity came with covid, BLM and the election she did less than the bare minimum, a couple of tweets and some cookies iirc. After that her shitty allyship continued to annoy me especially after that Ginny and Georgia tweet, but what was really grating on my nerves was the way her fanbase and the media were hailing her an artistic genius for the littlest things. She's always been one of the poster girls for white mediocrity in the entertainment industry but it was taken to whole new level with her directing her "short film". I don't know what makes good music, but I do know little more about movies and directors and all too well was just so meh and bland and basic and the fact that Sadie and Dylan are both brilliant actors yet their performances in that "film" were so lackluster tells me she does not have what it takes to be a director. Yet she was invited to one of those variety talks and was campaigning for a Oscar nomination? And will apparently direct a movie sometime in the future? Has the world lost it's fucking mind?
Anyways come 2023 to her dating a bigot and I realised just how much of a performance her "activism" has been and her going back to the same tricks of playing victim that made me realise it wasn't immaturity and age this is just who she is.
Sorry if this is tmi but I thought since I was asking for you story I'd tell you mine in a sense. I also have some completely unqualified armchair psychology takes on miss t if you're interested in hearing them. They're probably not "hot takes" or something someone somewhere hasn't already said about her but this was already too long for me to dump them on you unasked.
Hope you have a great day! X
I started fangirling her in 2016 when the whole snakegate thing happened. With reputation especially, when she wrote those monologues about her being comfortable being her ownself at the end of her 20s and wanting a normal life and privacy outside media scrutiny. Her talking about how she used her "taylor swift sqaud" to heal her past insecurities not knowing how it could affect someone who still doesn’t have that type of friendgroup, her deciding to keep her relationship private instead of making it a circus for the media. You know, you could see the personality growth in her at that time. To me she really felt like a very matured person.
Even though there were still lots of things (that you talked about) used to make me very uncomfortable, like that ginny and georgia tweet and her posting that black image of blm trend with THIRTEEN HEART EMOJIS (so embarrassing and weird?)
Moreover, I never liked any of her self directed music videos. Like those were so bland and boring and never fit with the music. But people still praising her and giving her vmas and shits was just a confirmation that nobody cares about art these days, they only want the clout from her name. Her music is also very boring. She writes about the same events in thousand different songs to milk the shit out of it. Like girl please move on!
But what made me actually unstan her was the whole shitshow she put up after her breakup with Joe. The person she talked so highly about in her whole discography was now a villain too. She went on a brought up a whole hate trend on Joe by making her friends unfollow him publicly.
SHE IS THE ONE WHO INSTIGATED THE WHOLE JOE ALWYN HATRED TREND.
You know no matter whatever someone does (his only fault was not wanting to marry her lol), nobody deserves to go through this type of media harassment. But Joe did. Joe is the person who saved her when she was having this kind of media treatment but later on SHE instigated the same type of hatred for him. That just proves how terrible she is as a human being. And not to forget she immediately started dating a vile, racist, islamophobe, bigot, piece of shit and said that was the best time of her life. She didn’t even acknowledge her wrong in the relationship on her breakup announcement (she acted unbrothered). She used Ice Spice to cover up her mess. I mean how many more reasons did i need after that?
Now in her travis era, she switched completely 180° saying being public is her real personality. She also brought back her squad pap walks. She is really feeding into the narrative that Joe kept her in basement. So like the MAIN thing that made me fall in love with her in the first place was all along a lie? She never matured? She never wanted to have privacy? She never valued a normal life? Her personality growth really went downhill to a shithole.
But after being so invested in her for 7 years, I can tell you that a breakdown is coming very soon and I will not feel bad for it at all!
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Weddings 101 with Dieter
Chapter Two: Proper Accommodations
Dieter Bravo x plus size OFC (Maya)
Fanfiction 18+
Masterlist / Dieter Bravo Masterlist / Weddings 101 with Dieter Series
Word Count: approx 4.7k
Summary: Maya arrives to Hawaii in Dieter's private jet. Turns out, the man's got a villa and would like her there with him and his goat. A car ride and some ridiculous banter ensue. Things are great until the OJ.
Warnings: Bad jokes, candy, even worse nicknames, Dieter being himself, self-doubt, self-esteem issues, cursing, mild body worship, food (it's a Nerdie expectation at this point), jealousy, brief mention of drug use, the nicknames worsen and include food, slander against Oscar Issac, accidental drug use, we got fluff people!
Notes: I started this series awhile ago and wrote this chapter last month. Then I fell face first into Frankie and hadn't looked back until the king trash panda himself took up residence in my brain. So we're back and I'm working on future chapters. The jokes continue to be bad, I'm not a comedian - I'd be very broke. I just enjoy two people being idiots with each other. It's a joy.
After disembarking and gathering her belongings, Maya thanked Dieter immensely for basically giving her a ride to Hawaii and if he wanted to hang out later that would be great. She needed to be away from him, the dancing was too much, he was drawing her in. Dinner could be later this week, it didn’t need to be tonight, she still needed to check in at the hotel.
Bravo leaned in for a hug and Maya returned the squeeze, pressing their bodies together. He was simultaneously firmer than she thought and also softer around the belly. His hands started roaming a little too low down her back towards butt and they gave a little squeeze. Maya should have swatted him away or told him no, but she decided to run her hands down his back as well and give him a little grab too. Turns out that Sugar lips was also quite firm as well, he jumped a little bit giggling.
“I gotta say Kit Kat. This has been a lot of fun and I only drank while we did this whole thing, This is new.” Dieter stated triumphantly like he just got first place at something.
Maya shrugged her shoulders and grinned, “Well Sugar lips, it turns out there's a lot of ways to have fun that maybe don't always include drugs sometimes.”
“Hey, your brother's wedding is on which island?” Dieter asked. His assistant who had been back trying to chat up the flight attendants a little bit got an inkling that there was something a little suspect going on, so he went over and gently reminded Dieter about his schedule including popping in for press at a golf tournament. Bravo wasn’t really feeling it, but he had already agreed as part of a contract.
Maya shook her head and told him, “You don’t have to feel pressured to do dinner right now. It’s an open invitation. You have very important stuff to handle, Dieter.” Her smile was weak, as much as she wanted to stay with him, she needed to leave this fever dream of an evening here. On to wedding business. She took a step back and he released her, Dieter disliked this greatly and his assistant for bringing up work shit. That can wait later.
“Oh no Kit Kat you're not getting out of this one.” Dieter beamed and threw an arm around her shoulder, pressing his hip to hers, so soft and warm. “You’re definitely telling me where you're staying and I'm definitely coming there and if I don't like where you stay, we're gonna stay somewhere else.” He decided. His assistant’s face went pale as Brave shot him a stern look, ‘say something I dare you.’
Maya chuckled and poked Bravo’s cheek, “What do you mean we? I'm booked into the same place with all the family. I don’t even know where you’re staying.” His assistant was furiously texting, he knew he had more work to do and how Dieter was fully capable of making his job a living hell if he didn’t get his way. She had mentioned that the wedding was taking place on Oahu but Dieter had been too busy watching her eat to listen.
“Well, I gotta see this place, see if it's good enough for more Uno games and whatever else we come up with. It also needs to be pet friendly because Daisy is coming with me to visit.” The goat sauntered over to the pair and let out a ‘baah’ They both chuckled in unison. Maya went to protest again but he stopped her, “Nah you lost the game Toblerone. You call me sugar lips first of all, and second, show me the address.” He held his hand out, presumably for her phone. Maya gave him her palm and he used his middle finger to stroke her palm, making her draw her hand back with a squeal. She sighed and pulled out her phone, showing Dieter her accommodations which she felt were pretty nice it was like on the 6th floor of one of the Hilton hotels right off the beach on Waikiki island Dieter took one look scoffed and grabbed his nonexistent pearls and said, “No dice, this place is bullshit. Maya you’re not staying there. I'm not staying there. Toblerone, you’re gonna come with me to my villa.”
To this Maya put her hands on her hips which got Dieter a little a little hot under the robe which he was more than fine with. Maya was disturbed at what he was saying, she thought it was a pretty nice hotel but more than that who does he think he is trying to tell her where to stay.
“Now Dieter-”
“It’s sugar lips, “ He interrupted, she clicked her tongue and leaned forward where he leaned back.
“Now I know, you are not trying to tell me where I should go, and where I should stay are you?” The robe-clad man shook his head and then put his hands up. “I am a grown woman.”
Dieter tried to explain himself, “I'm not saying that it’s not a decent hotel. I'm just saying you could stay in a better place with me. We discussed decadence earlier, right?”
She crossed her arms against her chest, “And what makes you think that I want to stay in a hotel with you Dieter Bravo?” He was making this a lot harder than it needed to be. Just let me go. He doesn’t want me, he just wants the feeling I give him, the fun. I’m not just for anyone’s use.
“Again, it's sugar lips and we were not having so much fun on the plane. Like you're just gonna give this fun up just cause it's your brother's wedding. I mean because you know destination weddings already suck why not have why not have a little fun you know?”
“And what type of fun are you talking about Dieter because I just met you and Uno was fun and I am extremely grateful for the free ride but whatever villa you stay in, if I thought I couldn't afford the jet ride I am damn sure not going to be able to afford a villa.” Maya now threw her hands up. This man was impossible.
“Look, I didn't say you had to pay for it. I just said you had to stay with me and we need to get you some better wedding clothes anyway.” Bravo told her, he was re-thinking the jab about her wedding clothes. He was sure she probably looked pretty in them, but she deserved a lot more luggage than what she had.
“I'm not trying to hear about fashion choices from a man who walks around in pajamas and a robe sir. You haven't even looked at my suitcase, so how do you know that my clothes are not appropriate for a wedding?” Dieter’s assistant looked up from his phone. Usually, his boss was much smoother than this. What about this woman made him so rattled? No matter, the assistant now had to inform the personal chef to stock and cook for two people instead of just Dieter.
“Yeah, I got a sixth sense about these things Kit Kat just trust me on this. Now you will like the villa. It's got like 6 rooms, so we don't even have to stay in the same room. We'll just play Uno, drink, maybe I can get you to try some other stuff and we'll just have fun. Plus, we have to eat dinner.” Bravo slowly approached Maya, placing his hands on her hips and leaving her a kiss on her forehead. Kit Kat closed her eyes. So many red flags, she should leave, thank him and leave, maybe get his number. He’ll forget to call. It would be fine. And yet…
“We'll go to and from your brother's wedding, maybe you'll even let me come along to the wedding?” She shook her head, knowing that this was a horrible idea. But you only live once, right?
“I haven't been to a wedding before, apparently I was told by my friends I couldn't come to their weddings.” He finally finished. She opened her eyes and looked at his sad brown ones. At some point Dieter had removed his sunglasses. His eyes were longing for her to answer him.
“Now why did your friends tell you not to come to their weddings?” Maya asked, her hand reached up and ruffled his hair, he leaned in the direction of her hand.
Dieter beamed, “I'm just so much fun you know, and I just try bring joy to wherever I go.” He couldn't keep a straight face while talking. Maya threw her head back and howled.
“I bet you do bring joy, don't you? Oh Lord Dieter,” Toblerone giggled and kissed his cheek. “Fine, I will stay with you at your villa. I am staying in a separate room. We just have to make sure I'm on time for the different dress rehearsals and family events. Ok?” Her hand fell to his cheek, her thumb traced his nose, she felt his dimples form as he smiled. Dieter put both of his considerable hands over her hips and squeezed, he would never get tired of doing that.
“I promise Kit Kat you won't regret it. I promise it'll be the best week ever. We'll have so much fun, so much joy. Maybe you won’t wanna leave.” Dieter dipped his chin to maximize his mischievous eye effect. It gave her a tingle up her spine.
Maya leaned her forehead on his shoulder, “I don't know if I should trust you when you say fun and joy like that because your voice keeps cracking.”
The pair headed over to a car that was scheduled to take Dieter to his beachside villa that thankfully was only about 15 minutes away from the wedding venue where most of the events they’d be going to be taking place. It was much further from the hotel but outside of mandated events with the wedding, she didn’t plan on being at the hotel much now. She went ahead and texted her mom and her brother that she had a few hiccups with her flight, but she still was coming to the weddings and events. She also let them know that she had some different accommodations that she was going to stay at for the week. Her family was a bit concerned but they knew that Maya knew how to take care of herself.
On the car ride over, Dieter had slumped over on her shoulder, nuzzling into her. His hand laid on her thigh. Maya was petting little Daisy that sat in her lap.
“You're a cute little goat aren't you like your daddy? This is going to be a wild ass week. What have I agreed to? I’ve lost all my good sense Daisy.” She laid her head back on the seat, closing her eyes. Today certainly was something.
Dieter’s fingers pressed into the flesh of her thigh, he wasn’t quite asleep. He was plotting what to do once he got her to his villa. He was sure that his assistant had picked up to adjust things for her as far as the chef and food storage was concerned. Though playful, Bravo knew that Maya was still weary of him. That was fine, Dieter was a master at getting into people’s personal space and between boundaries they had set up for themselves. He was careful not to move his head, he wanted to savor the movement. She had been set to leave ten minutes ago. He had a small victory in that already. He would need to keep the momentum going. His hand relaxed and circled down to her knee, a grin formed on his face.
The driver hit a pothole making the car bounce roughly and apologized. The actor had no issue with this, Maya slid against the car door, diagonal with one leg extended that Daisy slid down onto, not hard as she shook off the impact. Dieter’s head landed on Maya’s thigh where his hand had been, he snaked an arm under her leg pretending that he was more shaken then he was. The driver slowed down and only sped back up when he didn’t see anymore.
“Kit Kat! You alright? I got you.” He couldn’t help but smile as Maya rubbed the back of her head.
“I’m okay, I think. Bumped my head.” It took a moment to look down, she saw Daisy on the car floor and Dieter using her thigh as a pillow, feeling something under her leg that she identified as his arm. “Why would you grab…? Does anything you do make sense De-” She paused, remembering their bet. “Never mind.”
“You could just say it, you know. It’s just two words, Toblerone. Come on…” The dimpled man grinned rolling on his side, he was face to face with her stomach. It appeared very soft and jiggly. “I’ll poke you if you don’t.” It wasn’t a threat, he’d likely poke her belly even if she did call him his nickname. It was calling him.
“You’re infuriating. I get why you’re not at weddings, Sugar Lips” Maya lowered her voice at his nickname and straightened herself up in the seat as much as she could, Dieter’s arm under her leg was making that a bit difficult. “Seriously Dieter, move your arm. It’s going to go numb under there.” Her hand went to move his arm but he gripped her leg tighter.
“Nuh uh. My arm’s fine but if you want me to move I will.” His dimples were still on full display until his face went into her stomach, shaking his head from side to side. She’s so soft and warm. I think it’s okay not to breathe for a bit. Maya yelped and grabbed Bravo’s shoulders, she pushed him away slightly but she he proved too strong as he held his face in her soft stomach. She ended up just holding him, her palms running across his back.
“Dieter you’re fucking insane.” He didn’t let go. She felt his nose poking her deeply. No one had ever dove into her belly, laid on it sure, but not dove in and held on like this. She wasn’t sure what exactly he needed from her, but until they reached the villa, the only sounds were from Daisy and her occasional ‘baah’s’ and the wheels on the dirt road. It wasn't an uncomfortable silence, the opposite actually, which made Maya even more unsure of what was going on.
The villa in question was at the top of a hill behind a gate. The driver entered a code that was provided to him via text from Dieter’s assistant and pulled up the long driveway to the front door. The door itself was made from a beautiful dark oak and the shingles on the roof were a red clay color. The house itself was two levels with glass walls facing the side of the house toward the beach. The sun was almost finished setting by the time they reached it. The back of the house away from the beach was an eggshell white. It was beautiful and modern, not that Maya knew what she was expecting. The driver took all her and Dieter’s bags out of the car and placed them in the foyer of the house.
“Dieter, you have to get off now. We’re here.” Maya stated softly, her hand ran through his curls. She cursed herself for doing it, but they were so silky dancing across her fingers. Bravo groaned and pulled his head back and laid on her thigh once again.
“Promise you’ll let me lay on you again and then I’ll move.” He peered up at her, she sighed.
“Let’s see how dinner goes.”
“You drive a hard bargain Kit Kat. Fine, but!” He lifted a finger and placed it on her chin. “If you let me, you can play with my hair again.” Scoffing, Maya used the distraction to slide out of the car. Brave puffed out his cheeks laying across the backseat of the limo. Daisy licked his cheek before hopping out of the car, following the woman. “Daisy! You’ve turned on me! What is wrong with everyone?!” He fussed, his assistant snorted and helped the driver move the bags from the foyer to the bedrooms. Maya asked which room she would be staying, the assistant mentioned there were six rooms plus Dieter’s study. She snickered at the word study, she couldn’t picture him being able to focus on anything that didn’t involve his own fun for longer than five minutes.
Maya picked the room that was two rooms down from the master bedroom which she assumed to be Dieter’s. It was still much bigger than the hotel room she would have been trapped in for the week. Complete with a king size bed, walk in closet, 80-inch flat screen TV, numerous outlets for devices to be plugged in, a small desk area was present, the bathroom was huge with two sinks, a walk in shower that had a bench, removable shower head and a tub for a nice even soak; it was perfect.
Bravo had finished his rant and entered the villa, he checked with the chef in the kitchen and told him to make pizza. Ham and mushrooms but no pineapple. His assistant checked in with him before heading out for the night, informed Dieter which room his guest was in and that he would come to pick him up at noon tomorrow to get him ready for the first part of the golf event later that afternoon. Rolling his eyes, the actor agreed and asked if Maya had the driver’s number so he could take her to any wedding events she would need to go to. The assistant nodded and informed him that he also gave her the back up driver’s number in case Dieter was using his primary driver. Bravo was pleased with this and threw his robe on one of the stools in front of the kitchen island.
Maya came down the winding stairs and waved to Dieter and his assistant. She smelled the pizza that was baking in the oven and beamed, “Pizza! I actually haven’t had any for a while.” She had on a pair of dusty rose pink ballet slippers, she had changed into a plain light blue t-shirt with gray shorts. She saw that Bravo’s assistant was heading toward the door, and she tapped him on the shoulder.
“Thanks Zack for helping me get set up. I’ll try and keep out of the way.”
Zack the assistant blinked, he actually had not heard his name for a bit. His body had tensed but he calmed. “It’s no problem Ms. Maya, let me know if you need anything. He does need to be at least up and showered by noon though.” The woman nodded and his assistant left, she made sure to set an alarm on her phone for 11 in the morning just in case. Bravo was deeply disturbed. First of all, that was his name? He was sure it was Peter, or Lou, or Aspen or something. Secondly, Why did she need to touch him? Third and most important, when did they have time to talk? He wasn’t in the car that long. Shit maybe I was, because I hit a little snow on the part of the seat Kit Kat had been sitting on. I remember mellowing out for a bit, but only a bit. Maybe. His arms snaked around Maya’s wide waist as his chin rested on her shoulder, he shot the young man the same look he did when they were outside the car at the airport, one of pure annoyance. Maya shook her head as Zack left and the chef signaled that the pizza was finished.
“Sugar lips, we were going to have dinner right?” She gently pulled Dieter’s hands off her waist and turned around to face him. “Come on, let’s eat. Don’t pout.” Her smile remained just as wide, sniffing the pizza that the chef was cutting up. He warned that it was still hot of course and not to eat it quite yet. Nodding, Maya reached in the cabinet and grabbed a glass, pouring herself some orange juice. Dieter watched her reach while leaning on the counter but looked away as the chef let him know that there was more food in the fridge and he was leaving for the night. Dieter told him goodbye and missed what container the orange juice came out of.
“Yeah we are. What did you talk with…Zack about?” He was in fact still pouting. Maya smirked, setting her glass on the counter.
“Just making sure that you’re at your event on time tomorrow. Despite me being here, you have obligations Cupcake.” His left eyebrow shot up as his arm snaked around her waist again. She didn’t shirk away from his touch this time, putting her head on his shoulder and leaned into him.
“I like the sound of Cupcake. Why’d you change it?”
“Trying out some different ones.”
“Alright, show me what you’ve got.” Dieter moved from her side to in front of her, just sliding his hand to her hip instead of across her waist. Maya was noticing a pattern, that he always seemed to need to touch her. She thought that she should think it’s weird, but she enjoys it. There’s always a hand, shoulder, his chin, lips, cheek finding its way to her.
“Jellybean, Marshmallow, Fluffy Boy, Pooh Bear, Tater Tot.” Dieter turned up his nose. He might let her guess which one he actually liked out of those, but he could throw out some new nicknames too.
“I raise you Maya: Sweet cheeks, Good & Plenty, Love muffin, hot buns or-”
“Wookie!” The actor’s eyes narrowed and he let go of her. His hands were in the air instead, tightening around nothing. That clearly struck a nerve. Maya bit her bottom lip and sniffed the pizza. Maybe Dieter Bravo wasn’t a Star Wars fan.
“Absolutely not! I auditioned for that movie and they gave it to that guy with the black curly hair! Him and his stupid forearms and that massive five o’ clock shadow and…”
“Are you talking about Oscar Issac? You auditioned for Poe Dameron?! I can’t see it, Dieter.” Picking up a slice, she put it to her mouth and bit off a large piece of the slice. The handmade dough seemed to have garlic in it and the sauce had sauteed onions. Cheese topped with ham and mushrooms with a medium brown crust rounded out the delicious flavors together in the pizza.
“I could have acted like I knew how to fly an x-wing! They’re the ones that missed out!” Now pacing, Dieter started explaining that Issac wasn’t as good an actor as he was, didn’t get as many roles or money and he clearly was better looking than him too. Maya just watched him, continuing to take more bites of the slice and picking up another one. Her low rumbles from her throat were making Dieter slow down. “And he got to work with Mark Hamil and Carrie Fisher….Maya are you…What did the chef put in that pizza?” He finally stopped and watched as she had sauce around the corners of her mouth and a touch on her nose.
“I was really hungry. I figured you were going to talk about He who shall not be named for a while. The pizza’s warm now and not hot. Shit it’s so good!” She licked her fingers and Dieter thought it was strange. He picked up a slice and took a few bites. Yummy but nothing unusual. Her behavior is odd. He didn’t plan to give her any molly. That was going to be after a movie or two and he wouldn’t force her…Ah. His juice. He was gonna take that tomorrow to get through that golf thing. This is not good. Maya reached for her orange juice glass that was half empty and Dieter snatched it away. “No Kit Kat! You need water only. Trust me on this.” She shook her head at him and started on her third slice of pizza humming a song he didn’t recognize. Dieter got her a bottle of water out of the fridge along with the bottle of orange juice he had planned on taking tomorrow. It was half empty, he instructed her to drink instead of just giggling and poured the rest of her glass back in his bottle. No one’s wasting premium drugs though.
“If you’re mad I drink your juice, sorry. I like orange juice and this pizza. You gotta eat this pizza too. Stop thinking about that man. He’s not in a villa in Hawaii. I feel a little warm…” Sweat beads were forming on her forehead. He handed her the water bottle and she popped the bottle and started gulping it down. Bravo had to pause, what else did he need to do, normally his assistant or someone his team hired made sure he was safe during his drug escapades. He had agreed to scale back so they were giving him a bit of leeway letting him stay without one of his team there and just a guest. Now he had gotten his guest unintentionally high.
“Fuck me…I don’t want to have to call them. They’ll never let me stay by myself again after this.” He muttered to himself as he got a wet paper towel to wipe Maya’s face. Her giggle at the cool water was cute though. He never really had to take care of himself, let alone someone else. He then wiped off her hands and held them after.
“You don’t have to call anyone Sugar Lips. I’m open to fucking you sometime this week. Not sure when. I have to let the idea marinate in my brain. We can start with touching though.” Her eyes were glassy and her smile was warm. Dieter almost took her up on the offer as she closed the distance between them and continued to look up at him.
“Maya you truly don’t know how much I want to take you up on that. We can’t tonight though. We have to get settled in and you need to drink so much more water. Hydration is important.” Truly, if she wasn’t high, able to truly say yes to him and he didn’t think she would be pissed about finding out she got high from his OJ, he would take her up to his room right now, but he isn’t that kind of man. Sure he’s not an angel, but not an asshole. “I think we’ll leave the pizza and go upstairs to get some sleep. We can check the rest of the house tomorrow.” Taking a step back, he held one of her hands and led her up the stairs. Entering Maya’s room seemed odd to him, but he was going to have to figure this out. Hopefully.
Undressing her was a bad idea, in fact, Dieter had to keep Maya from undressing in front of him. Unheard of this situation, keeping a woman he wanted fully clothed. Dieter was able to wrangle her in the bed and lay beside her, as soon Maya’s head hit the pillow she was out, snoring loudly. He chuckled, content to watch her face.
“So weird. I never thought I would wanna watch someone else sleep. Not sure what it is about you Toblerone. Maybe because you’re not pretentious? Mmm, no I don’t think that’s it. Doesn’t matter for now. I’ll think about tomorrow. Don’t dream about my snobby assistant or Oscar Issac, no matter how great of an ass he has. I bet you that’s how he got the Star Wars gig.” Bravo’s hand traced her round cheek, poking it softly. “I should ask you what skincare you use, you could be twenty-five or sixty-five Maya…” His voice trailed off and his hand landed on her neck, she curled closer to Dieter and groaned lightly, an unknown warmth next to her but she didn’t feel afraid. Maya felt safe next to someone in bed for the first time in a long time.
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Fic Writer 20 Questions
Thanks for the tag, @frostbitebakery !!🥰🥰🥰
1.) How many works do you have on ao3
35, but that also includes some of pyro's that I'm listed as co on because I helped with so much of the plotting out and behind the scenes stuff
2.) What's your ao3 word count?
336,631
3.) What fandoms do you write for?
Right now primarily Star Wars bc that's where my brainrot is, but I've been known to play around in a few other sandboxes. There are a few Star Trek fics on my AO3 as well, and there's a multifandom xreader sideblog floating around somewhere that I am not going to tag because I consider it a Different Era and not reflective of the work I'm doing now. Even though I'm STILL getting notes on a Wolverine smut fic I posted all the way back in 2018.
4.) What are your top five fics by kudos?
Foelu
SubObi Week Day Five
SubObi Week Day One
SubObi Week Day Four
SubObi Week Day Six
(Foelu is leading by A Margin in basically everything but hits now, it's insane)
5.) Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
I try to! And I'm usually pretty good at it. Sometimes I'm really not sure what to say and sometimes I get kind of overwhelmed so not always, but I do try. I'm super behind on Foelu atm bc you all continue to just blow me away with the support on that one, but I promise I'm planning to sit down and try to get caught up soon.
6.) What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
Angsty endings aren't super my thing, to be honest. Most of the things I've actually finished have happy endings, just because that's my personal preference. Most of my angst is in the middle, and I'd say probably the angstiest fic I have (at least right now) is Traveling Song. Ari has...been through it. It used to be a whole lot worse before the first rewrite happened though.
7.) What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
Idk, maybe the Obi-Wan Omegaverse series I did for SubObi Week?
8.) Do you get hate on fics?
Not yet, here's to hoping that doesn't change anytime soon.
9.) Do you write smut? If so what kind?
Oh, yes. All sorts of it 😈😈
10.) Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?
Crossovers have never super been my thing, so no, not really.
11.) Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Not that know of, again, hoping it stays that way.
12.) Have you ever had a fic translated?
Not yet, I think, but I have had one or two podfic'ed!
13.) Have you ever cowritten a fic before?
I'm listed as a co-author on @pyromanicdaydreamer 's The Moments In Between since I helped with so much of the development for it (what can I say, I'm an ideas guy if I'm anything), but I've never really co-written anything, as far as the actual words and stuff.
14.) What's your all time favorite ship?
I'm mentally ill about Codywan in a way I've never really been before or since, to be honest. They're my special little guys. Also, though, Octavious and Jedidiah from Night At The Museum, Obviously.
15.) What's a WIP you'd like to finish, but doubt you ever will?
Oh, so many.
16.) What are your writing strengths?
I think the most consistent feedback I've gotten is that my character work and humor are good, which does just make me feel real nice because characterization is something I worry about.
17.) What are your writing weaknesses?
I am a total slave to the muse, my WIP graveyard is sprawling. I do think I could stand to be a little more descriptive at times, and I'm never going to claim that an English teacher wouldn't cry at some of my grammar. I'm a lot more concerned with how things sound than if they're technically correct.
18.) Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?
It's one of those things that's dependent on the characters, but when appropriate I do think it can add more depth. It also just makes sense for some characters--for example, you can be on either side of the clones-being-Mandalorian debate, but picking up another language from the trainers that the Kaminoans and likely their future generals don't know could only be in their best interest strategically.
19.) First fandom you wrote for?
Marvel I think. Pyro and I wrote a bunch of OC stuff in the 2012 era, and I think one of my very first ones was a Thor x OC that might even still be on ff.net.
20.) Favorite fic you've ever written?
Oh fuck. Uh. C'mon, man, this is like asking me to choose a favorite child. Shit. Um. I don't know if it's my favorite, but They Told Me I Couldn't Bag A Jedi was a lot of fucking fun to work on.
I think I'm gonna tag @ferretrade @goddammitjim @shootingstarpilot @bluemaskedkarma @brigittttoo
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Minors / ageless will be blocked.
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You knew this was destined to happen. You knew this was coming, yet at the same time a feeling of surprise still overtook your senses and governed your body from moving from where your feet were rooted. He was only meters away, no longer technicolored as you remember him, but now almost discolored and... Bloody. The discoloration was probably from the dim remainder of light in the room, or so you had hoped. So with that out of the way why don't we ask ourselves this: how did you end up here? Where even was this mysterious setting you've found yourself in, dear reader? Well perhaps we simply need to jog your memory back up to speed. Allow me.
This man before you, the same one you once thought was a hallucination.. He was the reason you were in this distant colorful schoolroom, standing before your friend and now foe. He had woken you up, accompanied you to your place of work, and even dissuaded you from Ian despite how badly you missed the old days. The past days of snowy walks to school, your first dance, your first kiss, and abandoned plans of a joint future. This technicolored clown had dissuaded you from many of your friends and coworkers, lulled you to sleep with soft words of reassurance and comfort, promised you the very sun, the moon and its stars in all of their millenia of light, who drew you in with affections and praise galor, who was now asking you to make the ultimate sacrifice: To sacrifice your very life, and your place in your world, to remain with him in this.. childishly educational world stored inside of that VHS. That old, red VHS tape... Had it not been for the old tape falling off of a shelf that fateful day you wouldn't have had all of these mishaps. Had you not been curious, Ian and Shaun would still be okay. I'd like to think the blame isn't entirely on your shoulders though, dear ____, maybe he revealed the tape to you himself. Maybe he used the little power he had, to simply push the tape out and into your perception.
But enough with the focal contemplations of past action: You bit the apple, and now you're reaping the fruit of your actions and his deceit. Jack was... Bloody. No, that was a far understatement. He looked off in the way the dead do at a wake, how even as they lay preserved and clean you can still tell the little blood in their veins has stopped running through their bodies, that their clocks have stopped. He seemed to have some sort of wound at his head, maybe even somewhere another wound could be found at his torso given the amount of blood covering his normally clean and prestine primary colored attire. His eyes.. Those same eyes you had sometimes found yourself staring into for just a minute too long, those dark doting eyes that somehow were always filled with light of adoration and ambitious optimism, were pale, almost not even there. But his smile still remained all the same as he extended a gloved hand towards your paralyzed body-
That's right, you were lured into this world inside his tape: this.. "Setting". The only source of light was from a static screen bathing the long-forsaken schoolroom in a grey toned display. You could even just faintly see a long dried pool of blood close by. No doubt belonging to Jack, you figured. Speaking of, he finally shattered the silence with a softened smile.m despite his now ghostly appearance.
"Shh, it's okay. I know this is a lot to think about, but you're all I need and you know that. There's only one sun in my sky, and that's you."
He stepped closer, the static began to clear.
"Aren't I your North star? That's right.. I'll guide you."
His arms were now held open. Would you dare to run into them like before?
"None of the other stars can do what I can.."
The static had stopped somewhere in between his words casting a more focused light in the room. And as terrified as you were, that same fuzziness began to cloud your brain and with it your better judgment. Was it really the right choice? To throw away your life, life itself, for this one person?
Your life before wasn't the best: You worked a crappy job at a busy yogurt chain, your childhood sweetheart and who you thought was your soul mate was still gone, and even Shaun had left at some point. Come to think of it... No one has still found either of them yet. Did they really just up and leave on their own?
But with Jack, you were loved. Appreciated. He woke you up, kept you company and looked after you when everyone else had left. He kept his word to never leave your side, and did his best to keep you on your feet and operating when the worst of your circumstances dawned on your reality. Was he as bad as he seemed right now?
Hello! I haven't wrote anything in almost 2 years. This game has a very small Fandom, and after viewing a playthrough on YouTube on my dash, I've become invested in where this technicolor clown is going to lead us.
If you're already following, hello! I don't speak much or post if not at all, if you are under 18/ageless I will be purging and blocking :( it's nice to finally meet you all though, sorry for being scared to say hello!
It's not weird to say that a clown revived my love for writing, right? I hope not *lol. Anywho, I hope you guys will tag along for this fic of mine, and if you guys like what you've read please consider sharing/reblogging/following! Thank you for supporting my return to writing :)
#something's wrong with sunny day jack#swwsdj#sunny day jack#jambeebot#sunny day jack x reader#I hope yall dont mind the reference to the snippet posted by Jambeebot :D#If anyone regognizes the art this written off of you get a gold star
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Twenty Questions for a Fic Writer
Tagged by @hearthouses and @ladyculebras!
How many works do you have on ao3?
162.
What's your total ao3 word count?
557,449 words.
What fandoms do you write for?
I tend to bounce from fandom to fandom and don't generally return to older ones, so the fandoms I've written for in the past I may not write much or at all in the future. I've written the most works for IT Movies, followed by Star Wars, but more recently I've been writing for The Locked Tomb and Danganronpa. All for the Game is probably my longest-standing fandom I can easily dip back into. I also have a bunch of other fandoms I've tried out writing once or twice for exchanges.
What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
Unexpected - 1,192 kudos. Bojack Horseman, Bojack/Mr. Peanutbutter. Fake dating/accidental marriage. For a long time it was the most kudosed fic in the fandom but has now been surpassed by a couple of megacrossovers. I'm pretty proud of this one--I love any fic where I get to stretch my comedy muscles and I've been told it does pretty well at hitting the canon tone.
you know what they say about assumptions - 865 kudos. Star Wars: The Clone Wars, Anakin/Padme/Obi-Wan. Modern AU. Maybe the only modern AU I've ever written? I think it's just had a long time to compile kudos.
Into the Dark - 716 kudos. IT Movies, Richie/Eddie. Time loop.
The Kids Are Alright - 670 kudos. IT Movies, Richie/Eddie. Teen years getting together fic, the only explicit rated fic on this list.
Lights Will Guide You Home - 632 kudos. Star Wars, attempt at plot, eternally unfinished WIP that I started when I was sixteen. I do sometimes think about orphaning it.
Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
I used to. I try to. But I ended up with a backlog that I can never get through and now I mostly just go in bursts and respond to everything on a couple recent fics and leave it at that.
What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
This feels hard to determine! I've written a lot of stories and it's hard to remember all of them, lol. I'm excluding noncon because that's too easy. Scorp's suggestion for this one was quiet birds in circled flight, which is an IT fic where Richie commits suicide. the kind of love (i've been dreaming of) is a Raven Cycle resurrected-and-came-back-wrong fic. an eye for an eye is an All For The Game gore fic where Neil gets his eye taken out and everything is terrible.
What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
Unexpected is an accidental-marriage-turns-real fic that is pretty fluffy. real love is a heart attack is an arranged-marriage-turns-sexy fic. Maybe that's a theme. (Realizing as I go through my fics that I rarely write endings that are really nice or really bad. Usually somewhere in the middle.)
Do you get hate on fics?
I wrote a werewolf porn fic where some people got really mad about the wolf sex in the comments. Other than that, just some unrequested concrit a couple of times.
Do you write smut?
All the time. My nano story from last month ending up gen was the biggest shock of my life.
Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?
Never have, and I don't know if I ever will. They just don't really appeal to me for some reason.
Have you ever had a fic stolen?
I think it happened in IT fandom, but by the time I went to look into it it was gone already.
Have you ever had a fic translated?
Yes! One of my All for the Game fics was translated into Russian.
Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?
Never done it. If I did so, I'd definitely want to ask someone who speaks the language to look it over for me.
Have you ever co-written a fic before?
No, I think I'm too much of a control freak and also slightly uncertain how it would work.
What's your all-time favorite ship?
Whatever I'm currently obsessed with eclipses everything, so I don't know if I have all-timers, but Neil/Riko from All for the Game eats my brain all the time.
What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?
Anything from prior fandoms, really. But I can't think of any examples right now. I have a million little bits and pieces floating around in my google drive, but I'm not really thinking about them anymore.
What are your writing strengths?
I love writing smut. Apparently I'm good at dialogue, although I find it painful a lot of the time. When I try for comedy, it tends to land. And I love writing horror and I'm always delighted when people tell me I've genuinely disturbed them, lol.
What are your writing weaknesses?
I'm terrible at plot. It's really hard for me to think of things to happen, which seems like an insane problem for a writer to have, but it's true. And I'm not great at doing any kind of heavy editing. 80% of what I type the first time stays on the page.
First fandom you wrote for?
Hunger Games, when I was 11/12.
Favorite fic you've written?
Oh, man, I think I have a recency bias, but Crashing is definitely the fic I'm proudest of. It's 72k and almost five times as long as the previous longest story I'd ever finished. It was a huge accomplishment and I'm still so happy I did it.
Tagging anyone who wants to do it!
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Asgardian bloodline nonny here, I'm sorry that it didn't come across that way but I was totally in agreement with you and being sarcastic towards Taika. 😊
I was genuinely curious why it would be a problem because I couldn't think of any reasons. Because Taika has so casually presented it as not being a problem. I got deceived by him lol.
I have a follow up question: IF Thor gets to have Jane back as he did in the comics and have kiddos with her, wouldn't their powers be seriously 'diluted' because their mommy is human.
Wouldn't it be better if he found another powered being like Odin found Frigga so that their baby would carry his bloodline well. And this he can still do in the next movies.
I say this as a Fosterson shipper, by the way. Just positing a scenario.
(You know better than me but I think it's mentioned somewhere in the MCU that Odin's grandfather was the first of their line who founded Asgard. Thor is only the 4th.)
LOL it's okay nonny ily 😘 I'm just bad at reading sarcasm sometimes (which is hilarious, because it's practically my second language.) <3
And hmmm... You know, I've thought about that too, and I have a couple of different ideas. Because the magic of the Asgardians - and especially the royal ones - is something I'd classify as "soft magic".
For clarification, in writing "soft magic" is classically described as the following:
"[...] one in which the “rules” of using magic aren't entirely known to the reader. There's an air of mysticism, and it leaves a lot of room for the imagination."
So... Magic as it is in Lord of the Rings, or the Force in Star Wars. Hard Magic is more like bending in Avatar: the Last Airbender. Another good example I usually hear recommended to best describe "hard magic" is Full Metal Alchemist, though I've never personally watched that show.
I'd wager then that it could go a few different ways: Half-Breed Children, One or None, and another option based partly on a loose theory of mine I'm going to ... lightly dub the 'All-Force Theory'. More info about those 3 options under the cut.
In any of the provided cases (but especially One or None or All-Force), Jane and Thor would be able to successfully be together, and Thor's line would be able to continue on and eventually keep producing. With the potential for multiple powerful Royals at the same time, conceivably. Then in that way the Royals wouldn't go extinct, and Thor would get to be happy and have a family all his own.
Which really would be sweet for him, because the guy's a bit of a chainbreaker in the mold of his family's trauma, and the idea of Thor breaking old habits and old systems he learned from Odin and Frigga that hurt him and his brother, and choosing to raise his kids and their grandkids with the sort of love and freedom he didn't get before would be absolutely wonderful for him. (assuming in this scenario he also doesn't take the throne. Though I'd think him breaking the mold and changing the direction of his family line for the better is something he would do anyways but ESPECIALLY as King of Asgard. He has every reason to build a stronger foundation for the future, and certainly has the heart and willpower to do it, and do it well.)
(...Also I do think that you're right about Buri being the first and founder of Asgard, because that's also true of actual Norse Mythos I'm half-certain. But where in the MCU they state officially, that I'm actually not sure... ;;v;; Since I know for sure it's not in the mainline Thor movies, and I haven't watched, say, Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. to get Sif's perspective on anything, because I don't have the time to watch every spin-off of the MCU ;; I do know they mention Bor and Buri in the Dark World Prelude comic, but as if it's not in the mainline Phase 1-3 films, then it's considered a "spin off tie in" to me, and therefore not canon. Mostly because not everyone would have read it, and therefore it's unfair for the narrative to draw upon it as a canon factor — which is why I take issue with Phase 4-6 but whatever.)
Half-Breed Children - all kids spawned by Thor with Jane would become half-breeds so to speak. This can result in either an asgardian-human child being weaker than what a royal Asgardian would be when paired with another Asgardian, OR it could result in that child being able to explore completely unique avenues of their magic, sometimes even allowing for a stronger reflection of it. (I think of characters like Inuyasha, who is able to overcome his half-brother despite being a hanyō. Not because he's physically stronger than his brother, but because he has a unique experience that fortified his resolve and allows him, most of the time, to overcome his obstacles by creative means.)
One or None - this idea follows the Legend of Korra/Avatar: the Last Airbender rules where, say, if a fire nation woman had children with an earth kingdom man, their children would either be one of the following: a non-bender (unable to bend at all), a fire bender (fire nation dominant), or an earth-bender (earth kingdom dominant.) In this case, Thor's children would either be born with or without Asgardian genes, although their mother would be a human. You either get another Asgardian, as Thor's gene is dominant despite being another species, or you don't, and you just get a human.
All-Force - this one is sort of a pet theory I have had rattling in my brain for a few months now, so you can take it or leave it really, but I did realize through watching (and rewatching, and... rewatching some more) the Thor films, and it struck me that:
a.) the only Asgardians with "special powers" of some stripe (usually following a personality theme, go figure) are the Royals. (Again, this is discounting Heimdal, only bc I'm not sure what his deal is in the grand scheme of MCU!Asgardian Things. Love that man tho.)
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b.) the Royals can have incredibly specific powers, but also overlapping powers all while alive at the same time. Things like Clairvoyance/Prophetic tendencies, the amplification of powers, enchantment, blah blah blah, you get the picture.
Assuming, then, that the Royal Line is the royal line because they possess great cosmic power, starting with Buri, then it COULD be argued that, in Earth-199999, the "Odinforce" is less an Odin-Force and more an All-Force, and one that ALL of the Buri line will possess. Mind you that I do have a general idea of the comics and their version of the Odinforce and how it works — namely that is must be passed on from King to King, and usually is at the former king's death. BUT the Odinforce has never been named or expanded upon whatsoever in any of MCU!Thor's media, so we can reckon with the idea that it may simply not exist in this universe, OR that it does, but that it works differently from the comics, and manifests in ALL direct-lineage Royals.
For instance: Buri would have it. Pass it on to Bor. They would have incredible powers at the same time, because that is the All-Force, so to speak. Bor passed it on to Odin, and Odin passed it on to Hela and Thor who ALL three possess this particular powersource simply by being around.
Also I've noticed that Hela, and especially Odin and Thor share a lot of powers all at the same time in the MCU and I'll list some that I can think of off the top of my head:
Clairvoyance of various stripes (thor has prophetic visions/dreams, odin can see through the ravens even while he's in the Odinsleep.)
The ability to completely recharge oneself by falling into a multiple-day Sleep, though this state leaves the royal completely vulnerable (Odin's Odinsleep in 2011, and while it's technically not canon, Thor wipes out for 2 days straight in the original ending of Dark World after managing to endure the Aether. Lil' baby Odinsleep. He was a sleepy boy.)
Enchantments that can take this innate power away, as well as temporarily share one’s personal gift (Odin in 2011, Thor in L+T even though I hate that movie too)
The ability to further enhance and channel this power through the usage of a conduit weapon (odin’s spear, hela’s swords, thor’s axe)
Generally just being 10x more enhanced as a physical being compared to other Asgardians, who are already leagues beyond that of humans
Admittedly the 'All-Force' idea is, again, simply based on speculation and fan-theory, so I'm not saying this is ACTUALLY the case of how the powers work. BUT if it was the way it worked, then Thor's kids, even despite being half-breeds, would probably still end up all having their own innate abilities regardless of the fact they're not technically full Asgardian. Simply because they're a direct descendant of Thor.
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I found this on another blog a month or so ago and knew I wanted to save it for today. I'm reposting it as my own so that the poor blog I found it on doesn't suffer this long confession/ramble/whatever-this-is being attached to a reblog. Even though I already reblog a lot of sappy/romantic crap on this page, this is highly personal, so I'm a bit hesitant to post it but I really want to say it somewhere. So, here goes.
Today used to be the day I'd look forward to most every year. A year ago today, you said "Yes" when I asked you to marry me. I drove past the cabins a few hours ago and couldn't help but think of that morning, the bitter cold and the beautiful skies. I never once thought that I would ever dread this day. I have been stressing about today for months, and now it's here.
It's been more than a month since I said goodbye to you, and at this point I have spent the better part of this year (a terrible way to describe a unit of time in this instance) separate from you. I thought that it's what I needed in order to heal, but so often I'm afraid I've made a mistake. I thought it was the right call; professionals said it was; those closest to me said it was. But I don't feel any better than I did a month ago; I often feel worse. And sometimes it feels like I never even said goodbye at all, because you haunt me every night when I go to sleep. Whether the space has helped at all or not, I genuinely can't say, but I think my heart would say that it hasn't. I want to come back so badly, but I'm terrified, and I don't know what decision is the right one. I keep hoping that I'll wake up one day and see that you've reached out, but I know that that's not going to happen.
I still very much believe that this poem describes us. Seven months since we separated and, despite everything you've said, everything you've insisted, I still believe this. I don't know if that's because I'm still in denial (which I know I am), or if it's because of all of the things that you've said during this process that changed down the line—it's likely some combination of the two—but I still believe this poem describes us.
I decided that today, I'm wearing my ring.
I'm still angry. I'm still so angry, but more than anything else I feel alone. Because at the end of it all, there's nothing you could ever say or do—nothing that could ever happen between the two of us—that would take away how much I love you. Even if I do one day move on, as you may have, I know I'm destined to search for you in everyone I meet in the future.
I still don't fully believe you, that you've moved on. That you're okay with this. It's not that I think you lied to me, not intentionally, rather that I think you still don't know for yourself how you feel; that you feel some passing certainties in the moment that fade when one instant turns into the next. That you're just afraid of the possibility of getting hurt again and having to experience all of this pain anew, which I understand. And maybe that's simply me projecting (I know it is to some degree). Maybe it's just my denial. But... part of me believes that you believe this, too. That our souls can't part.
It's as you yourself said on the night I said goodbye: "We're not most people." We never have been. For seven years, we always beat the odds; what's stopping us from doing it this time, too?
Or maybe I'm just insane. Maybe I'm still clinging to a fantasy that doesn't exist anymore. But for now, I will continue to believe that it's true, because it's the only thing that I can do. It's the only thing keeping me going.
I'm almost certain that you'll never read this, which is part of the reason I have the courage to send this out into the ether at all, but if you do see this: I hope that you're okay. I hope you've made the most of the time you've had since we parted, that you're not just surviving but thriving. I hope you've created wonderful memories and that you continue to do so, and I can't wait to hear about them some day.
I'm sorry that I've been gone, sorry that we ended up here at all. I miss you more than you will ever know or understand. I hope you've remembered to give Alec a hug whenever you've missed me, too.
To Charon and back. Happy anniversary, love.
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I..may have figured out Sunny Anon’s Discord on the Jazz/Prowl server..? I am unsure but I may have, everything points to it to being them to me but I will not worry about it too much.
But anyways, I hope you are doing well Shi-Shi. I am having a few days trip for school in two days so I may be out of data, and I will not be back until I get to the hotel or Tuesday next week late that night. Then another week after that I am going on a 10-12 day trip with my family. I am going to have a lot of homework when I get home, unfortunately. I am not ready. @^@“
Before I go, I will also say that I absolutely love the animation you made a couple days ago, Love and War. It was so beautifully made and you can clearly tell every frame that was there, effort and creativity was put in it to make the story come together! I wish it was longer as it was gorgeous. I may not know the characters or the storyline very well, but it was very well done and extravagant! I wish I had more words to describe it, but alas, there is only a few English words that would truly describe what I am feeling, Shi-Shi. I hope I can speak again soon, sometime next week I am sure, if not, I shall just be looking at your page and liking your posts even though I am not speaking.
I hope you have good days and nights filled with good luck and happiness, Shi-Shi, have a good day/night.
-Meister
Thank you!
I was so nervous about making the animatic I may have gone overboard with the details, but I am so happy to know that you noticed~
Lack of appropriate English vernacular or not, I'm so grateful that you took the time to send in your thoughts. (although this ask did make me all squirmy and embarrassed).
You may get your wish about it being longer too, since I'd also like to do the whole song.
I hope you enjoy your school trip and subsequent family vacation. Not sure about the school trip, but a nice trip somewhere with family/close friends is always a fun time.
I also wish you good luck with your future homework backlog hehe. Too much homework left waiting on me always gave me anxiety.
I hope you have a good day/night Meister anon, it's always a pleasure.
#meister anon#thank you very much#I appreciate your check-ins#same goes for all my regular anons hehe#love you all#twisted wonderland
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I'd like to hear some of your headcanons about Miho and Duke! :D
Ask and ye shall receive buddy!!!! 💖
I'm gonna so some single headcanons for each of them and then ship hcs bc I got fucking brain rot for them.
Miho
Okay in the manga it is mentioned that Miho actually is a student librarian and I fully believe this girl is actually a huge bookworm. She loves fantasy and romance novels and always has a ton of books she loves to reccomend and would be an active part of booktok. She also probably adores shojo manga.
She owns every Bridgerton novel too you cannot convince me otherwise. She binges that show like it's the end of the world. She wants a regency era dress so bad. And a tiara.
Everyone kinda treats her as ditzy but I think she's smart in a lot of things that no one gives her credit for or sees as useful. She's actually really good at literary analysis and she's really good at making her own little knick knacks that make her happy. I think she just gets caught up in her own mind and her own daydreams she kinda just doesn't give as much attention or thought to conventional things or sometimes people's emotions but she tries so hard.
Would probably actually be a jack of all trades in several different areas bc she also picks up on her friends hobbies.
She always wants to go to Build A Bear with her friends so they can make plushies that can be besties.
Got into ttrpgs bc she thought Ryou was cute and wanted to impress him. Stayed bc she got genuinely invested and is actually a very active and dedicated player.
Miho looks like the girl that has the froggy chair from animal crossing in her bedroom. I think she'd love frogs.
She also gives trans girl vibes and I love that for her.
Duke
This boy gets the bougiest cologne he can fucking find and wears it like a badge of honor. Even if he does still dress like he shops at early 2000s Hot Topic.
Duke had to have been a theater kid. Look at him. That kid was Charlie in his middle school production of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory and now he's got main character syndrome.
I fully believe Duke is like. Nb or gender fluid. Just a vibe I get.
His favorite bonding time is going to drive his buddies to Taco Bell at 1 in the morning for a food run while they're blasting music in his convertible. He just loves the fun aspect of it and then the quality time of going to park somewhere and just sitting out and talking on a spring or summer night when it's warm and the stars are shining brightly.
He's the only one in the friend group who has an A in math like he's the only one allowed to do math.
Has a secret tattoo that only the dnd gang know about no one else is ever allowed to know, it is a secret to be taken to the grave.
Is not afraid to yell self confidence into you.
Miho/Duke (I AM ACCEPTING ANY SHIP NAME NOMINATIONS BC I HAVE YET TO FIND IT AND THEY DESERVE ONE)
They are both poly and established early on its okay to date other people as long as they keep open and honest communication and also they get to help pick out each other's outfits so they look their best.
They are super cuddly all the time like they will be on the couch just sprawled out together or Miho sitting in Dukes lap they just always wanna cuddle.
Miho and Duke doing each others makeup would be perfection.
Their first anniversary Duke takes her to a Bridgerton themed ball and got her the perfect dress and it was the sweetest thing.
All the self care / spa day dates all the time.
They flirt all the time and have cutesy pet names for each other and it's the really corny ones like Dukey-kins and Shnookums.
Matching/coordinated outfits for big events all the time.
They would be the aunt and uncle in the future that show up after a trip across Europe with all the presents and also pick you up after like 2nd period for food and don't take you back to school.
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I'm trying to help myself (long verse, long poem)
Ceadgearst
TW: mentions of self harm, mental health issues
Idk idk idk idk idk idk idk idk idk idk
Idk idk idk idk idk idk idk idk idk idk
Idk idk idk idk idk idk idk idk idk idk
I
decay
Where I stay
Watch me rot away in your face
I'm a waste I'm the waste
I stand on top of the world
With my favorite girl
And I twirl her around
There is music I can't hear a sound
Except for our heartbeats or maybe if she happens to speak
She gets me weak I feel so meek I rumble underneath
With my tongue inside her cheek
I wish I wish I wish I wish I wish I wish I wish
For what I had
I am glad but now I am sad
I am mad at myself for that gross negligence of wealth
Not in gold
but in good
I had everything I should
And I could've done more
So? Poor me
I weep in jealousy
I feel in envy of all I see
All the homies that don't talk to me
Sometimes I wonder what I could be if I never had to bleed
I wonder what it's like I think about it like a greed
I wish I was freed
But I'm always bound by something
But at the same time my wrists will remind me of the binds
Just like the pain in the back of my spine
Or my experiences uniquely mine
I wish I was fine
but I'm looking for a status quo that I don't actually know
I wish I could sit in the snow
And just lay there surrounded by a sea
That blends into me like light on a shadow
I'm glad though
that I've seen what I've seen sometimes because I can't mistake life for a dream
I see the cognation and the machine
The violence and the beauty seen
It makes me wanna scream because everything is a contradiction at it's seam
Do you dream?
Did you have a good dream?
I had a good one
We were basking in the sun
and we went to the lake and had a lot of fun
I can still taste your lips, the gloss, the caprisun
Did you think that I was done?
I'm only getting started
The way God drew you is the best art he ever did
I love you from head to shin
Beyond and in
When I look at you my future begins
I feel like you're my lucky girl at cards, when you're there I'm in
You came from the stars
I guess we all did but it's more apparent with you
it's true
there's something inside you stronger than glue
I feel the spirit in you and I just feel blessed by you
Ooo
I just love you
Delirious
I'm curious if I'm all that serious
Near to this thought is maybe that I'm not
if there was a shot
I would take it yeah not
My dad was named dot
and I hope he gets shot
He's everything I'm not and I'm actually pretty grateful cause he's a pretty hateful
guy I seen the devil in his eyes
Maybe I hope he dies
But part of me hopes he'll pull up to me with a burger and some fries
And say "sorry for all those years of lies"
But I would be too surprised so I'd probably expire and then my dad's engine would catch on fire
Me going somewhere and him going down
I don't know the fate of me the clown
There's others I can dam cause I know they're evil fucks
But when I weigh myself either way I don't feel enough
So maybe I'll just be a ghost or some stuff
That would be rough but it would be enough for me to read the newspaper
And ask all the questions about the tomorrow of later
I don't know, I'm rambling unstable
It's 3:48 it's pretty late but I gotta be up for some stuff around 7
I wish there was heaven but all I see is earth
The sky and it's girth
The sun in it's worth
The dirt the roots the earth's tooth
The rocks I tossed
like the stars when crossed
I lost my why somewhere down the line
so I confine myself to what I think is fine
This is mine
Cause there's nothing here
But empty fears and anxieties
Clothing stuck in the nineties
I smile kindly and then the memories remind me
Why I have no parents and I do my own arrends
Everyone talks to me how far it is to drive
When I walk everywhere just to keep alive
To get food to eat
A job to scorn
I get torn in half
And then I laugh like everyday
These emotions never stay
Just like the seasons I always change
But lately it feels like global warming isn't it strange
A flow of conscious I'm honest in what I think when I write with no ink simply sitting somewhere where I can think and breathe and talk to myself with ease
I've been alone for too long
I can't keep singing the song that's just wrong that hurts the ones I love but I just don't get it just because I think I do enough but I struggle to understand love
There is pain in something that'll you'll never read
There is life in every seed
That the crows pick up when they need to feed
October is my favorite month maybe just because I found my love then and that's enough
In my past years Octobers were so rough
But now with her I just feel so much love
I never want it to stop
But I don't want to scare her
Away
I want to keep her to stay
I want to lay with her all day
Pray to who you believe
The honest god, not the one that thieves
I feel the rain in my knees in my nose
The smell white people act like they don't know
The older I get the more I see my mom in my face
It makes me cry when I waste
huh
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Right here is a link to a Wikipedia article with links and numbers to resources for help! If you or anyone around you needs help of any kind, do NOT be afraid to get it! You can do this!
The story below has the following trigger warnings! ⚠️Suicide, self harm, mental health⚠️
Hi! My name's Parker, and I've tried to commit suicide multiple times.
I know you're thinking that's a morbid and socially awkward way to introduce myself, but hey, it's a big part of my story and who I am. Don't get me wrong, there's a lot more to a person than just their mental health, but a lot of the time, these things tend not to get discussed, period. Let alone when we are trying to get to know somebody, so for today, I hope we can put that stigma aside, and I can tell you a little about my journey.
I have ADHD, and depression is something I have lived with as far back as I can remember.
By the time I was twenty, I had tried to kill myself three times, I had a family that didn't talk to me, I'd cut my arms up so much my forearms were more scar than skin, my heart was crushed by someone I thought was the love of my life, and I was hooked on anything I could get my grubby little hands on.
I think about that shit a lot, the things I did, and the decisions I made.
I think about the person I was and the person I am today.
They're wildly different people, but now that I'm able to see it from another side, I realize one can't exist without the other.
I would've never learned the things I did, and I couldn't have grown from it.
It was hell, and I had to claw those life lessons from my struggle like a damn wolverine, but hey, I survived! Despite my best efforts...
Yeah, I know that's not funny, but if you don't laugh sometimes, you'll cry, and I'm sick of crying about it.
I hated who I was, and I had a hard time coping with everything I did, not just the suicide attempts but everything.
Though I finally realized I couldn't change the past, but I could change the future.
I could get help, and I could make sure none of that ever happened again.
I can't change the past, and it aches to know that somewhere in space and time, that kid is still struggling, and I wish I could talk to him...
I don't know what I'd say to him because I know he wouldn't listen and probably just lift my wallet.
But I still want to hug him, tell him that really it's all going to be okay, that he needs to let go of a lot of shit and learn to love himself, then I'd tell him to get rid of that asshole's shitty T-shirt.
The pain you feel, it's not for nothing, but it's also not forever. You'll learn from this, and in a way you least expect it, it will come full circle.
Ease up on the drugs, stop cutting, and get yourself some help.
I know you don't think you deserve it, but you do! And believe it or not, one day you're going to have a lot of people that want and need you around.
This shit doesn't get any easier, but it does get better. You just need to let it.
So tell that jackass his band ain't shit, tell your parents they're full of shit, and tell your siblings you love them even though they all suck, hang onto your friends, don't be so scared, let yourself feel, and listen to yourself once in a while! You know yourself better than you think, and you know what you need, and guess what! The answer isn't always coke!
I can't help that kid anymore, but I can help the one's reading this, and if in this moment you feel hopeless, do me, a stranger on the internet, a favor.
Take a deep breath, know that it gets better, and reach out to somebody! You deserve help, you deserve love, and you deserve to be alive!
With love,
- Parker W.
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Have you bothered to think of the future lately?
I mean, it kinda comes up in some way or another. However, unless it involves something upcoming I'm looking forward to, I really try not to dwell on the future. It terrifies me.
Would you rather have stars in the sky or the moon?
I love seeing them all over the sky.
If you could choose your phone number, what would it be?
*shrug*
Would you rather be somewhere familiar or get lost?
Uh, I'd rather not get lost.
Are you afraid of what you do not know?
The unknown is scary. That's why the future terrifies me. That's why just the thought of space and deep water scares me. You get the idea.
Is there something you are always interested in?
Yeah, lots of things. Like, I've always loved to read. Psychology has interested me long before I knew what it was. I've always been into TV shows and movies. I've always liked playing board games. Uhhh, yeah there's lots of things.
What did you last hear that made your jaw drop?
I feel like it was something recently actually, but of course I can't think of it at the moment.
Do you have a question for anyone right now?
Nah.
Is there something you always order when you go out to eat somewhere?
My go-to and safe option for my picky, strange eating ass is chicken tenders.
When was the last time you felt like you were starving?
My body is being dramatic and I kinda feel like that now, but that's cause my stomach knows my brother is bringing me Taco Bell soon lol. They finally brought back their rolled chicken tacos and I've been obsessed.
Would you ever dye your hair all the colors of the rainbow?
No, that would be too much.
Do you miss childhood at all?
Very much so. Take me backkkkk.
Do you like listening to music on speakers?
Yeah. Honestly, I do that more than I use my earbuds.
Ever feel paranoid?
Sometimes.
Do you like extra butter on your popcorn?
>> if I'm gonna eat popcorn it has to be flavourful so... yeah <<< Exactly. Extra butter is a must. I like to add salt, too.
Would you rather have Junior Mints or Reeses?
Reese's are my all time favorite. I was on a serious Reese's binge for several months and literally went through bags of them :X For the past month or so, though, my body finally needed a detox I guess cause I haven't been craving or wanting them lately. I hope my craving come back cause the shapes are back or the holidays and everyone knows those are the best. It's a scientific fact. lol. I'll just have to not overindulge so I don't get sick of them again.
Have you ever avoided going to the bathroom because you were busy?
Yeah.
What is the longest shower or bath you have ever taken?
My showers are at least 30 minutes, sometimes 45. Getting in is a struggle, but once I'm in it's hard to want to get out. I just like the hot water running over me, it's so relaxing.
When was the last time you were in physical pain?
I'm always in some kind of physical pain. I have chronic back pain, so that's a given, but I have other pains that like to join the paty, too.
How many times have you broken a bone?
A couple.
Do you own anything “designer?”
I have some Coach jewelry.
Will you be attending any concerts in the next month?
No, sadly. I'm bummed cause the Jonas Brothers played near me like a week ago and I wasn't able to go. I was obSESSED when I was a teenager and I kept up with them and their solo projects cause they'll always have a spot in my heart. The last time I went to a JB concert was well over a decade ago and it would have been nice to see them again. Actually, the last time I went to any concert was almost 15 years ago. :O I'm in need for a concert, damnit.
What have you been worried about lately?
What I'm always worried about-- my health. I also have a friend who's been going through some shit.
Do you know how to swim?
Nope.
Do you think you could go a week without sugar?
>> well, no, it's an integral part of a lot of foods and I'm not at all into deprivation for deprivation's sake <<< Right, like it would be hard to not have any sugar at all. But if you mean could I go a week without have any desserts or something then... no, I'd rather not haha.
Would you be willing to go one day each week without meat?
Yeah. I usually have a turkey sandwich and chicken in some form, but other than that I'm not a big meat eater and could easily go a day without it. I'd just eat mashed potatoes (I've been obsessed lately) a d cheese pizza.
Have you looked at any old photos of yourself lately?
I came across some baby photos recently.
Do you use sunscreen during the summer?
Only when I go to the beach and admittedly I'm the worst at reapplying it. I don't go anywhere, really, and if I do I',m not outdoors for a significant amount of time.
How many pairs of sunglasses do you own?
Zero.
Are you a fast or slow reader?
Fast.
Are you a short tempered person?
No, but I do get frustrated and irritable easily.
Best thing you’ve found at a thrift store:
I'm not a thrifter.
Would you survive if you were stranded in a strange city all by yourself?
No.
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Oh my god!! That was just great and I loved every second of reading that. Had to reread the post a couple times because I was so excited by the notification. The connections between Bro and The Handmaid you made are phenomenal! That’s exactly why I’m obsessed with them interacting and honestly, Bro interacting with people is kinda funny to me. Bro is funny without trying.
Don’t worry about how much you talk, I’m very much into reading long posts! I’m asking because I just want to hear another persons point of view and reasoning. No need to hold back.
Mom and Bro… sigh, I love them a lot :(
Their interactions in The Run and Go either make me laugh or pity them. Either way, it’s great. Sometimes I like having fun with them and exchanging conversations about them with a mutual of mine. How much would you say Dirk & Roxy are in their dynamic?
Sorry for the delay, I went to bed early last night haha!
Honestly I have many things to say about Mom and Bro, all the time! They're just so fun! I like writing them in RNG (the run and go) specifically because I love the concept of dealing with After, of dealing with things that came before, but already happened, and can't be prevented, and the guardians just happen to fulfill that desire pretty much to a T!
Warning most of this is just like. Fun headcanon stuff so sorry!
For me, I like to imagine that Bro and Mom knew each other when they were "kids", because it's implied in [I'd rather not talk about Hussie's awful Skaianet lore but it just sits in the back of my mind] that Jake Harley was their benefactor/sponsor, so I always imagine that they grew up separately until they were somewhere between 10 and 13, and then the beta guardians kind of like. Collected them I guess, at least temporarily. They met, became friends, stayed in contact when they separated, and then (once again all fake headcanons) Bro started to become more like how he is now, and after 16 he kinda walked out of Nanna and Grandpa's lives, and Mom became Grandpa's protege (more implied about Hiveswap which isn't entirely canon but sometimes I think about it anyway) . I like to think they still called and maybe emailed (cringes in 90s communication format) and stuff, but Bro was preparing for Dave at this point, and Mom was preparing for Rose. They grew apart, things kept happening u know, as they do, and they just! Stopped talking. Probably mostly Bro's fault lol
Anyway so all that being said, since they are to a point Roxy and Dirk, I think that there maybe have been a time before Bro was cruel, when he was Dirk, was still just a kid who cared a lot about what his friends thought of him, who maybe was a little awkward and only had one fucking friend, in Mom. He's a weird dude, for sure, but Roxy (Mom) likes weird, and they're both very smart, and very funny. I think they would have something in common, in the way that they both had a predestiny, in the way that their lives were already being carved out for them before they even had the chance to decide for themselves (i already said this about bro but it does extend to mom too lol). Much like Roxy and Dirk were the only two people who knew what it was like in a future without humans, I imagine that Bro and Mom probably felt, to a point, that they were the only two people in the world who had the kind of raw fucking deal they were dealt. I imagine they were shitty to each other, in that playful way that two very sarcastic people can be, because I always imagine the guardians as being a little bit sharper around the edges than their kid counterparts, even at the same age.
I think a lot about the fact that aside from being Ectobiological creations, they were still kids, who still grew up in “our” world, who had a bunch of fucking like. Genuine life experience and interaction with the outside world. We often see the homestuck kids as isolated in their own little worlds, for a variety of reasons, but it’s more interesting to me, to think of the guardians as being more connected to the outside world, in part because of the mystery in their upbringing, and also just. 30+ years life on earth!
I don't think Bro is a good enough person to actually stop Mom from drinking, but I imagine it probably "annoyed" him in a way, u know Cal influence etc etc but I do think he'd tolerate her, if only out of a kind of weird obligation mixed with genuine affection he'd probably never admit to. I do think Mom genuinely loved him, and though I headcanon the guardians as always knowing they had an obligation, I think she probably would have been happier, if they had been able to stay together. I like to think of the guardians as the worst reflection of the kids' inner selves, Roxy's addiction, Dirk's tendency towards calculation and manipulation, but they are still people, and it never stops being interesting, the concept of reconnecting with someone who you loved, who you failed, who failed you. Yeah!
Some of my favorite things Dirk has ever said about Roxy, for context, which influences a lot of how I write Bro and Mom's relationship:
#this isnt as long as i thought it would be but i got awkward in the end haha#hopefull mindset#long post#mostly headcanons and then just some dynamic rambling#they're both really selfish and also assholes but i like that about them a lot lol#i hope this is anything!!#LONG POST VERY SORRY
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Vivienne and her husband had already moved out, to a silly house David had described as "European influenced" and I had described (to myself, privately) as "a monstrosity." It looked like a Tuscan villa had been abducted by a Cape Cod and forced to grow dormers and an English garden.
It was still technically in the city, off the road that led out to the countryside, and so I suffered through a lot of rhapsodizing from David and Vivienne that this orange-bricked nightmare offered "the best of both worlds." I kept to myself the aphorism from Aesop that those who seek to please everybody, please nobody.
I love Vivienne. She is literally my best friend, and I began missing her almost as soon as she moved out. But we are very different people.
I didn't want a place like that, and I couldn't afford one even if I did want a place like that. Satiric novels don't sell as well as other genres do. I was currently working on a mystery novel in an attempt to branch out into something more profitable.
Of course, nothing sells as well as a good romance novel, but that genre I was happy to leave to Vivienne and Violet--not because I looked down on it, but because they were both so much better at it than I was. I can't write love scenes or romantic dialogue without cracking myself up and turning the whole story into a NSFL parody of a romance novel, and (as my agent was quick to assure me) those don't sell at all.
Obviously, there were no modern farmhouses, restored Queen Annes, or Codder-abducted villas in my future. A small townhome, an empty loft, a shotgun flat--that was the vibe. I only wanted someplace to write, read, sleep, and cook, in about that order.
When I ran into my grandfather at the city library, I remembered that he had started out in a tiny house by a lake somewhere. I asked him about that--what had living there been like? Did he think I would like it? Did he still own the house? Could I rent it?
"No, no, I sold that years ago," Grandpa said. "It was in Dragon Valley. That's pretty far from here, Velma, and I don't know whether you'd like it. Agrarian community, mostly."
"Oh," I said, disappointed. I don't want to live anywhere I can smell manure.
"I used to lease it to a family there, years ago," Grandpa continued, "but they outgrew it and moved away. Then we moved to Midnight Hollow and I thought, eh, may as well sell it. That was when we were trying to get the nectary going, you see."
I didn't see, but old people ramble sometimes, and you just have to put up with it when you want them to tell you anything specific. Patience is a virtue.
"Now Tahiya isn't like that," he went on. "All she wants is a well-lit corner to paint in. We had a little garden in Sunlit Tides, I remember, but neither of us kept up with it much. We're not farmers."
"Neither am I," I said emphatically. Sims need to eat, but there's nothing that says I have to be the one to feed them.
"What I think you ought to look for," my grandfather said, "is a place on Calypso Street, back by the mountain. Got a good vibe over there. Lot of artists."
He wasn't wrong about Calypso Street--I'd been to a couple of parties there--but he was way wrong about my budget if he thought I could afford to live on it.
"They aren't exactly giving away lofts on Calypso, Grandpa."
My grandfather cocked his head at me and raised an eyebrow.
"Actually," he said, "I might know a guy who knows a guy who kind of... is."
#ts3#ts3 legacy#sims 3#sims 3 legacy#planetary legacy#generation mercury#velma jeffrey#yuri padrino#yuri always knows a guy who knows a guy
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