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beomie3 · 8 months

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2am ☽༓･*˚⁺

bf!beomgyu x fem!reader

warnings: smut, reader is super horny n desperate for beomgyu at 2am, make out, oral f!recieving, face sitting, use of vibrator, safe(ish) sex, praise kink? cum eating, they are super messy lol.

wc: 4k

♫ title track: 2am - che ecru

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thunder rumbles overhead and you're still restless under the sheets, thinking about the way beomgyu looked in his tight jeans today; the way his bulge naturally poked out a little too much to go unnoticed by you. you just wanted to palm him through his jeans, see that fucked out half-open smile when he's falling apart under your touch.

you replayed scenarios in your head, imagining all of the dirty things you would've done to him when you two sat on the couch earlier playing charades instead of fucking, which you so needed right now. nonetheless, you still had tons of fun with him earlier, you were just horny as hell right now lol.

you rubbed your thighs together at the dirty thoughts replaying in your mind as beomgyu lay "sound asleep" next to you, not knowing that his eyes had fluttered open moments ago from your sudden squirming. he had fallen asleep a while ago, lulled by your warmth and the whir of soft thunder and rain at your window, but here you were wide awake.

he turned around from being little spoon, suddenly facing you with slightly tired eyes, lips puffy from sleep, heavy head propped on his sandwiched hands. you just wanted to crash your lips to his, press your body so tightly to his and tangle all of your limbs together. but you feared maybe he wasn't in the mood and you didn't want to wake him any further.

but oh hell, did beomgyu know that horny look on your face; the way your eyes slightly narrowed with unholy thoughts behind them, subtle flush on your cheeks, body warm and threatening to break out in a sweat.

if it wasn't for your squirming, beomgyu would probably still wake up because of how hot your body temperature was, practically screaming out for some sexual attention.

oh yes, he noticed all of these things about your current state but he remained innocent, acting like he had but a clue in the world to what you were experiencing. just staring at you with tired puppy eyes barely visible in the warm glow of your night light.

"what's wrong baby?" he cooed in his deep, sleepy voice, not intending to turn you on the amount that it did. your legs were shut so tight, slick wetness beginning to seep past your panties and onto your thighs. oh was beomgyu in for a wet surprise.

"i-" you struggled to find the right words to say without saying what you really wanted to say; fuck me right now beomgyu, i need you inside me at this instant!

instead you searched his eyes with a half open mouth, the words caught in your throat and having to clear it a couple times. noticing your struggle to admit your horniness, beomgyu began trailing his fingers up your thigh, feather soft, making it even harder to speak out.

"it's okay baby, just say it. say whatever you want to say," his pinky finger began lightly prodding at your hot and throbbing clit through the wet fabric, stifling a moan as he ever so slowly slipped his pinky past the elastic of your underwear.

"you looked so good today beomgyu. so fucking- hah," you were halted when he pressed his pinky to your absolutely drenched core, circling around your entrance without any added pressure.

"continue on my love, i'm interested," he was beginning to tease you, slowly inserting the tip of his pinky into you as you tried to form coherent sentences, already fucked out by his pinky. barely his pinky.

"i've just...been thinking about being stuffed with your cock all night and i thought i could make it through the night but i can't- i just can't gyu," you moaned out his name at the end, as he had slipped a hand under your (really his) baggy shirt and began circling your nipple with his cold fingertip until it was perky, pelting your entire body with chills.

"you need me to stuff you full of my cock? you could've just said that earlier baby," his deep voice trickled into your ear as he pressed a light kiss to your jaw in the dark, his entire hand already drenched by your juices as he hadn't even done much down there except prod at your clit and slightly finger you with one pinky. you nodded furiously.

"i can do that. i can do double that," he kissed your jaw again, reaching over you and into the drawer of the bedside table to pull out the pink vibrator you both kept there to use during frisky times like these.

he sensed just how badly you needed to be fucked, practically wetting the bed with your arousal and exuding feverish amounts of body heat with how horny you were. he'd be sure to give you the night you needed. give you everything he had in him; even bringing in the help of a toy, turning you on so much you nearly felt dizzy. beomgyu to the rescue!

and so he started out slow, leaning on his elbow next to you as he peeled back the sheets over your bottom half, rubbing the vibrator that had yet to be turned on over your underwear, making you whine out.

but you enjoyed the anticipation, moaning against his lips as you passionately made out. desperately tugging on the fabric of his plain black shirt. he got the memo and slid it off, running your hands down his warm, delicious skin, desiring to press your soon to be naked body to his so badly.

the pace of your make out was quickened as you sat up and he followed, pulling your night shirt off and abandoning it to the side, savoring your hot skin with his hands as he smoothed them over your chest, back, and waist.

you held his face as you kissed him, becoming rougher as you wrapped your arms around his neck, sucking at his plump lips. fuck- he was so delicious you just couldn't think straight, head buzzing with euphoria as you pressed your bare chest to his and felt the warmth seep from his skin, nipples perky against him.

you sat onto your knees with your ass in the air to help him slide your panties off, not noticing the strings of wetness clinging to the wet fabric in the dark, but then you immediately felt the cold air hit your wet thighs, making you aware of just how drenched you were.

"how are you this fucking wet? i love it," he nearly moaned against your neck as you leaned over him, collecting some of your juices with two fingers and placing them into his mouth, quickly crashing his lips back onto yours with sloppy tongue so that you could taste yourself on his lips.

"don't you taste so good?" he pulled away, gazing up at you starry eyed as you bit your lip and smiled, seeing his white teeth slightly peek through his lips in the dim light.

you were on all fours leaning over him, ass still in the air and he took advantage of this by sitting up on his knees, hand firm on your back to keep you in this position.

he turned the vibrator on but took his time nearing it to where you needed it most, watching you writhe as he placed it onto your leg, ass cheek, everywhere BUT your soaked and neglected pussy. you were on the brink of frustration, moaning and clenching around nothing desperately to notify beomgyu of how needy you were.

he was enjoying this; lip between his teeth, conscious of the throb in his dick as it lay flush against his stomach under his plaid pajama pants. he also couldn't wait to fuck you, but he wanted to treat you to as many orgasms as he could before it was his turn to stuff you with his cock as he had promised.

finally, the vibrator reached your clit as he held it between your legs from behind, your back arching as you let out a loud moan, head thrown back and hair messy over your face. it felt so good, especially the feeling of beomgyu's attentive eyes on you, controlling the speed and placement of the toy against your desperate clit.

wetness dribbled down your thigh, serving as beomgyu's cue to lick it up and savor more of your taste because he loved it, situating himself behind you and starting to lick up your thighs. you grew louder as he began to eat you out from the back, still holding the vibrator to your clit as he fucked you with his tongue, cursing at the sheer pleasure.

he too began to moan at how hot this was; you on all fours, ass in his face as he ate you out while double stimulating you, now triple stimulating you as his moans also vibrated against your entrance and had you nearly screaming.

you cried out incoherent sentences as he sucked the juices from your entrance, eyes rolling back as you were so close to snapping. you yelped when he turned the vibrator speed up a notch higher, right up against your swollen clit as you came hard, clenching around nothing but his tongue that was there to catch your juices as you rode it through your waves of pleasure.

so not to overstimulate you, he pulled the vibrator away from your wet folds and over to your nipples, perking up at the vibration over them.

you hung your head, nearly falling over from the instant fatigue after coming so hard. but he kept you there with a firm hand on your hip, kissing and licking your skin like it was an ice cream; tongue trailing all around your thighs, ass, and back, licking a long stripe to your ear as he gently nibbled on it and sent chills darting up your spine in small waves.

he rolled the vibrator off to the side, quickly sliding himself under you and helping you to straddle him, to which you immediately began messily undoing the strings of his pajama pants.

he lifted his hips and slid his fuzzy pants down along with his boxers, stained heavily with precum as he had grown painfully hard at the sight and sounds of you so needy for him.

the two of you were beautifully bare now, and you lowered your hips down to his, sitting on the underside of his warm, throbbing and rock hard dick, causing both of you to breathlessly moan out when you began to grind on it, whimpering when the rim of his tip perfectly massaged your aching clit.

slick sounds filled the room and you picked up the pace with the guidance of his firm grasp on your hips, already feeling the urge to come again just by the sensation of his warm cock sliding through your puffy folds perfectly.

"wait baby," he slowed your back and forth movements on his dick and looked up at you with his beautiful brown, doe eyes; both love and lust shining in their depths.

"come on my face?" he tilted his head slightly and you could just melt on sight. he was just too perfect and cute for this world, asking you for something so nasty, but sounding like the best idea in the world.

you smirked and leaned down to kiss him, his soft hand coming up to cup your cheek, tongue entering your mouth as it quickly got heated and his dick was prodding at your entrance. as badly as you just wanted to slide him inside of you, he made you wait for it which made it even better, like the cherry on top of all the foreplay.

using his hands to guide your hips, he groped at the plush of your ass, tracing little soothing circles over the red skin after squeezing it so hard. you crawled on your knees to position yourself over his pretty face, knees sinking into the pillows on either side of his dark head of hair.

he looked up at you like you were the most fascinating thing he'd ever seen, using his thumbs to spread your wet folds open as he licked his lips at the delicious sight, a low rumble in his throat as he groaned, hungry for you.

sitting down on his face with the guidance of his hands on your hips, he began to go at it; licking and sucking and slurping and making out with your lower lips, throwing your head back with a loud moan with how fantastic he was. sliding his fingers up and down your waist, pinching at your nipples to add to the pleasure.

while he was busy eating you out like you were the best meal he's ever had, you reached over to grab the vibrator, turning it on the lowest setting and reaching behind you to run it up the length of his cock, leaving it on his tip and he moaned into your folds.

he wasn't expecting to be teased back but to say he enjoyed it was an understatement. he fucking loved the sensation against his throbbing head mixed with your taste all over his mouth. and you loved it too, tongue stuffed so deep into you that you could feel his moans vibrate into you, lightly grinding your hips against his tongue to fuck yourself with it.

it wasn't long before you were completely riding his face, both fucked out of your minds as he mumbled incoherent words against your slick folds, lapping and flicking his tongue across your clit messily as he held it firm for you to use like a toy, so so close to unraveling all over him.

"how are you so fucking good beomgyu?" you moaned out, and you were sure the neighbors would probably know his name by now. the sound of you moaning his name like that, praising him and all, had him thrusting his hips up and into the vibrations on his tip, on the verge of exploding all over his own tummy.

all he could do was moan out, looking up at you with pleasure filled eyes, furrowed eyebrows as you rode his face, fingers interlaced with yours and palming your ass together as you felt your core reach its all time high, tightening around his tongue stuffed deep into you, coming all over his face as he sucked and lapped up your juices; the sounds of your lewd moans and whimpers having him drizzling warm cum all over and making a mess of his tummy and spilling over onto the sheets.

catching your breath and crawling in front of his thighs, you used your fingers to scoop up his cum, sucking your fingers clean of the slightly salty liquid, leaving him infatuated; eyes glued to you as he propped himself up on his elbows.

you licked his lower abdomen up completely, cum decorating your lips as you ran your tongue around to savor every last drop, his heart pounding at how hot you looked doing so. his body was about as hot as yours now, jaw slack as he stared at you in awe as you sucked your finger suggestively, intense eyes on his.

"you're so hot." he breathlessly mumbled, wetting his lips with the dart of his tongue over his open mouth, sweat beading at his forehead and daring to drip down onto his flushed, glimmering face. what a beautiful sight it was from your angle.

"says you," you still had your wits about you even after being drunk off of him, both looking at each other fucked out as ever.

he couldn't contain the sudden urge to manhandle you, suddenly sitting up and crashing his lips to yours as he secured an arm around your waist and hips, quickly flipping you over onto the bed so that you lay under him, pinning your hands down and above your head and interlacing them with his.

butterflies darted down your spine and into your stomach at his sudden assertion of dominance, melting against his warm body; willing to do anything and everything for this boy.

his sweet scent wafted into your nose and you felt right at home; arching your back up and into him to be as physically close to him as humanly possible.

"you wanna be stuffed with my cock hm?" he nudged your jaw with his nose and you could feel his smirk on your skin; moving your head aside to give him the access of your neck, blowing cool air into your ear and shivering as it traveled down your steaming skin. he just knew all the right things to do to have you so overcome with such hot arousal.

and holy shit, the way his voice turned you on was a whole other story; whimpering and squirming under his body and wrapping your arms and legs all around him. it simply melted you like honey, seeping into your brain and had blood rushing directly to your clit. so breathy and deep and amazing. and hearing his moans in your ear? you just couldn't wait to hear him moaning all loud like he always does when he's fucking you good.

"please gyu," you nodded, hair staticky against the pillow as your locks fanned out all over it. leaning down, he took your cute tits into his mouth, drunk on the way he swirled his tongue around each bud, subtly rutting his hips against yours; cock flush against your folds and threatening to slip inside at any moment.

he tapped his tip against your clit, releasing a mewl from your lips. you really thought he was going to fuck you in this position, but you thought wrong. suddenly, he picked you up and flipped you over again so that you lay on your stomach, hand firm on your lower back to keep you there.

he watched you for a moment from his vantage point, the way your pretty side profile was visible as you lay your head on the pillow, attractive back that just called his chest to lay flush to it, cute ass in full display as you slightly wiggled it in anticipation.

he palmed your plush cheeks with both of his warm hands, kneading the skin deliciously and sliding them up your back. pressing them by your sides as he lowered himself down, warm chest pressed to your back, lips right next to your ear now as his warm breath spilled into the shell.

he hooks your left leg so that the back of your knee is held with his the bend of his elbow, chin resting on your shoulder with gentle kisses to your skin. the moment you've been waiting for arrives; he takes his cock and circles the tip around your slippery entrance before sliding it into you so slowly, stretching you out deliciously.

you moan loudly into the pillow, ass pressing into his stomach as he's all the way in, so deep inside of you that you can feel the weight of his balls on your clit, walls clenching him so tightly; causing him to twitch and whimper into your ear. you bury your hot face into the cold pillow, heart racing at the sound of his sexy moans and whimpers melting into your brain.

he thrusts are deep and slow until he starts slightly picking up his pace into a rhythmic pattern, rolling his hips against the plush of your butt as the subtle sound of slapping skin and both of your moans fill the room in harmony.

"this what you needed baby?" he coos against your ear out of breath, voice sweet and fanning across your skin.

"yes beomgyu oh- fuck yes," you moan out repeatedly, so dumb on his cock that you could hardly form a coherent sentence. he has an idea that will get you even more fucked out, reaching over to grab the vibrator, placing it against your swollen clit, leg still hooked in his arm and lifted at the perfect angle.

your legs begin to shake as he simultaneously ruts his perfect dick into you, hitting your g-spot as he also satisfies your clit with the delicious buzz. you can't stop moaning his name; wanting to moan his name indefinitely because of how it rolls off your tongue just perfectly.

his brown hair is messy over his sweaty forehead as you turn to look at him; his mouth half open, lips glossy and half lidded eyes, absolutely pussy drunk.

he looks so fucking hot, so perfect and sexy that you don't think twice before pulling his neck to you with your free hand, sucking his lips into a hot make out, strings of saliva connecting you when you come up for a breath.

it's not long before sweat is dripping down his neck and down onto your back, slapping sounds against your ass and high-pitched moans loud enough to be heard well outside of the room.

he turns the vibrator up one more notch, eyes rolling back in your head as you feel overtaken with everything he's giving you, his moans growing louder as he can feel the vibrations through your walls and onto his cock.

"your pussy's so perfect baby. you're so perfect and you're all mine hah-," he deeply chuckles into your neck, sucking marks onto the skin, biting your shoulder gently but sure to leave a mark when he realizes just how close he is.

cursing against your back he holds your hip in place, judging by how loud and shaky you're growing, you'll come at any moment as well. his grip on you is sure to leave bruises in the shape of his fingertips, marking you his.

nothing but i'm so close with spews of filthy words and each other's names exiting one another's mouths fill the room. his tip kissing the deepest part of you with every single thrust.

"cum all over me gyu, decorate me in your cum," you moan out as you feel him violently twitch inside you, that being the last straw before you're gripping the sheets so hard you could rip them, vigorously fluttering and clenching around his cock as you orgasm, entire body shaking.

"yeah? i can do that, watch me." he moans out of breath as he turns your chin to watch him; giving you two final thrusts before he pulls out, releasing so much cum all over your ass and back, its warmth inviting chills to the surface of your skin.

his head is thrown back, mouth open and adam's apple bobbing up and down as he moans your name mixed with profanities and other incoherent words. a sheen of sweat covers his entire body that's on full display for you, stomach tensing as he finishes releasing onto you. your insides continue to flutter, cheeks flushed from both sweat and because of how sexy he is, simply not able to take it anymore.

you collapse onto the bed and he follows right on top of you, making a mess of his own seed on himself, smearing between your back and his chest, not giving a shit about it with how fucked out you both were.

you thought you might be done, but you were only getting started.

it's three hours later and the two of you have been fucking all night, going as many more rounds as you could both muster. him on top of you, you on top of him, sideways, legs over his shoulders and nearly behind your head, legs pressed to your chest, hands above your head, hands tangled in his hair.

soft, hard, intimate, catching one another's moans in your mouths, lips puffy and red by now with nonstop making out.

and by the time you collapsed on top of him with your nth orgasm, the birds were chirping outside as the sun slowly began peeking it's bright eye through the blinds, casting warmth onto your skin and onto the now disheveled and sticky sheets.

panting and absolutely out of it, a few final i love you's were all you could physically say before you were fast asleep, sprawled out on top of him as he lay with his eyes nearly closed, tucking your hair away before placing a gentle kiss to your damp forehead.

you knew you could always count on your gyu to satisfy your horniness; on top of all the other ways in which he satisfied you. you were smiling in your sleep as the sun bathed you, his eyes soon fluttering shut.

let's hope you can walk tomorrow... was all he whispered into the damp air with a soft chuckle before falling asleep, chin resting on the crown of your head <3

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a/n: if you made it this far, tysm for reading! i got this idea so late at night like... late-night gyu hours omg. nonetheless, i hope you enjoyed! :))

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loveroftoomanyfandoms · 7 months

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Cooking Up Love, Chapter 11

Pairing: Chef!Matt Murdock x F!Journalist!Reader

Rating: T

Story Summary: Here

Warnings/Tags: Hallmark levels of fluffy, cheesy goodness (and speed that their relationship develops, lol), no use of Y/N, Matt is not a vigilante, idiots in love, Kelsie is her own warning 😈

Word Count: ~1k

A/N: Super short but super important chapter here! This is setting up our Mega Angst for the story, which will be coming next! 👀

As always, thanks to @theradioactivespidergwen for the stellar divider! 🥰

Tag List: @yarrystyleeza @hailey-murdock @mattkinsella @bellaxgiornata @danzer8705 @chezagnes @shouldbestudying41 @thepunisherfrankcastle @mattmurdocks6thscaleapartment @roseslovedreams

Ugh, why isn't this coffee kicking in, you thought to yourself while you sat at your desk attempting to proofread several articles for the Thursday digital edition of the paper later that morning. I've read this same sentence no less than 5 times.

You shook your head, trying to clear it. The unusual quiet in the normally bustling office definitely wasn't helping your sleepiness. Maybe some stronger coffee will help.

You stood up and walked towards the break room. Skyler had brought a bag of espresso roast coffee in the previous week and you were pretty sure there was some still left.

You paused as you spotted Ellison at the Keurig. "Copier's on the fritz again," you said, walking over towards the cabinet that held the coffee mugs. "Thought you should know."

Ellison nodded as he waited for his coffee to finish. "Hopefully there'll be enough money in the budget to replace it next year. Damn thing's probably older than I am."

He looked over at you and squinted. "No offense, but you look like shit."

You huffed out a laugh. "Gee thanks, Mitch. You sure know how to make a girl feel special."

"Rough night?"

You shook your head. "Just tired. I only slept about an hour last night."

Ellison studied you for a moment. "Look, why don't you take the rest of the day off? Go home and get some rest."

You opened your mouth to protest, then thought better of it. You were still exhausted and a nap honestly sounded wonderful at the moment. "Are you sure?" you asked instead. "I was just going to get some more coffee and try to power through the rest of the day."

Ellison nodded. "Absolutely. It's been a slow news day, and besides, you've been working your ass off lately and deserve a break."

You smiled. "Okay. Thanks, I appreciate it."

Ellison shrugged. "Eh, don't get all sappy on me. I just don't want you burning out on me, otherwise who else would tell me if my editorial column sucks or not?"

You grinned. "Oh I'm sure people would be lining up for that privilege."

Ellison chuckled. "Seriously, go get some rest."

You nodded. "I will. Thanks, Mitch. Really. I'll see you tomorrow."

You walked back out to your desk and gathered your things, then stopped by Skyler's desk. "Ellison gave me the rest of the day off, so I'm heading home. I'll see you tomorrow, 'kay?"

Skyler nodded. "Okay. Get some rest."

As you headed down to the first floor and out the door, you considered stopping by Daredevil on your way home so you could apologize to Matt in person.

You headed towards your apartment building, sighing happily when you finally walked in the door.

You shook your head. You were so tired that you honestly weren't even sure if you could come up with a coherent apology. I'll talk to him after my article is turned in.

You peeked in your pantry and refrigerator, wrinkling your nose at the paltry options you had for dinner that evening. Instead of a choice between boxed pasta, instant ramen, or leftover Chinese takeout you wished you had Matt's spaghetti carbonara, pesto-parmesan linguine, and tiramisu. Maybe I could order something for delivery later, try something else on the menu.

You headed into your bedroom, changing into something more comfortable before climbing into bed.

Your mind drifted to your article. You really didn't want to have to replay the last few minutes of the blind tasting yet again, but you needed to add a bit about it at the end so you could give it a quick read-through then send it to Ellison.

You sighed. You were a professional, dammit, and no matter your feelings, you were going to write a damn good article about Matt… Even if you never spoke to him again after it was all over.

I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable last night… No, take responsibility for your actions, Matthew.

I'm sorry for trying to kiss you last night… Actually, no, I'm really not.

I apologize for my behavior last night. I must have misread the situation and… Ugh.

Matt sighed as he rode the elevator up to the Bulletin offices, wishing he would have had time to make a fresh tiramisu for you.

He stepped off the elevator, unable to detect your now-familiar heartbeat among those of the rest of the Bulletin staff.

"Can I help you?" said a woman's voice to his left.

"Uh, yeah." Matt turned towards her and asked to speak to you.

"She's not here."

Matt sighed. Damn it. He probably wouldn't have time to come back later and based on what Foggy had said about you looking miserable he wasn't sure if you would be willing to come by the restaurant either. "Do you know when she'll be back?"

"Actually ," the woman continued, "she's out on assignment for the rest of the day. You know those investigative types, always looking for their next big scoop."

Matt furrowed his brow. That had been the exact opposite of the type of stories you had told him you were interested in writing. "I thought she was in Features."

"Oh, yeah, she is, but she really wants to be an investigative journalist, you know, digging up the dirt on people, finding out their deepest, darkest secrets and publishing them for the world to see." The woman paused. "Nothing nor no one is going to stand in the way of her and a good exposé… even if she has to make one up."

She made a dismissive sound. "Anyway, would you like to leave a message for her? I'll make sure that she gets it."

Matt shook his head. "Oh, uh, no, that's okay. I'll… catch up with her another time. Thank you."

"Sure thing. Have a nice day!"

Matt walked back to the elevator then headed down to the first floor. He had thought that he was getting to know you, but after that surprise revelation from your coworker he wasn't so sure.

He shook his head. Could you have been lying to him this whole time?

#lotmf writes #Cooking Up Love Masterlist #Chef! Matt Murdock x Reader #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x fem!reader #matt murdock x female reader #matt murdock x you

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sentientstump · 2 years

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I know it’s been like, the hottest of minutes, but I’d love to hear more about your TC deity au

...whoa greetings there, you're right its been awhile (im even surprised someone remembers it "xD ) Now lemme think about it for a long time

thinking is still in the process but i think I've got something coherent now:

Whats the setting?

A pretty small patch of land. If you stand in the middle of it you'll be able to see its borders on the horizon. Probably 15 km (or 9.3 miles) in radius. Fields, a river, small clumps of trees, forests, many lakes, river hills all around the perimeter. No powerful human technology, small villages of 25 houses, quiet surroundings (idk the specific age but it can be any tbh, TC have been there for a long time before humans anyways) (also this is heavily inspired by the folklore we have here, the general one that is widely known by the public, and the landscape of my homeland)

What are these strange seasons?

There's only 3 guys in Team Canada so i didn't want to use our 4 seasons that we currently have. One season would have been either blank or had another deity and i was like no

Tranquility season is when nature slows down and humans are sitting in their warm homes perfecting their crafts by the heat providers. The season starts with a layer of snow that did not melt the next day after. •(based on the myth of The Bull of Frost that gradually loses its horns one by one and then the head ->) People have a certain myth where The Snow Fox takes off his winter clothes because its getting too close to a warmer season. The winter coat goes first, then his hat. People also say that he takes off his scarf too, but no one saw him without it•

This season is ~5 months long. Cold weather, sometimes powerful winds, a lot of snow

Restoration season is when nature starts to wake up from its long slumber. Lasts for 4 months, from first revealed patches of old grass to mushrooms in the green forests. Weather gets gradually warmer, thunderstorms and crazy cloud formations are not rare

Harvest season is when nature provides with many gifts. Vast spaces of hay grass, field onions, berries and mushrooms of many kinds, fish and wild meat. Humans grow their own gifts as well but not as much as their southern neighbours. Constantly changing weather, many rains, many clear skies

What is a deity?

It's a being that is not the embodiment of the current season but an extension of it, a helpful spirit that takes care of the yearly balance. Humans here have a lot of respect towards them, so in exchange deities provide with nature gifts, fishing and hunting luck, great health for their livestock, etc etc

How do they interact?

Usually, in-between the seasons two deities exchange their news and stories. The seasons do not overlap in three. But their duties are. Sometimes another deity joins the conversation as well

When Etho and Pause meet they are not in their prime. Etho has to uncover his face due to the warm weather and Pause is still in the process of growing his antlers again. They often talk about Beef's hybernation schedule

When Pause and Beef meet they discuss the status of the living beings. Etho is still lurking in the forests but humans are unable to spot him. He sometimes visits the other two

When Beef and Etho meet they talk about the annual races against time. People need to prepare their foods for the long Tranquility season. Sometimes Pause shares information about forest resources and how humans collected them

so thats the current lore i guess xD too much words but hey, i tried my best to compact ^^"

here's the differently worded but with the same information twitter thread. here's the inspiration for this pauses design :D

and heres some of the development doodles i had:

thank you for reading this far lol, means a lot to me :,D

#ethoslab #pauseunpause #vintagebeef #team canada #tc deity au #the tag i guess :o #artstump

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sunhatllama · 1 year

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Hello, for chreon request: Sick Fic but the sick is a bioweapon 👉👈🥺 who gets got and the consequences are up to u <3 -leonisdumbasallhell🔪

HI @leonisdumbasallhell !! omg you're one of my favorite blogs. I love this premise so I made it quite a bit bigger than I was originally going to, so this is part 1! (I promise the sick part of this sickfic will come eventually LOL)

Rating: M

Contains: blood, strong language, description of injuries

Tags: Married Chreon, Infection, Major Character Injury

Word Count: 1556

Part 1/? | Next ->

Please Don't Leave Me (Part 1)

A Resident Evil fic request

"—eon. Where...you? Respond."

The fuzzy masculine voice rang in his right ear. It was coming from his earpiece, he realized. Whoever they were sounded worried, but Leon was having a hard time forming coherent thoughts, much less forming words.

He was on the floor, stretched out on his side, and there was an ache in his chest that he was all too familiar with. He had some bruised—if not broken—ribs. Fuck. He groaned, forcing himself to open his eyes, and judging by the way his vision swam, he knew he probably had a concussion.

He looked around and was treated with a blurry sight of the ceiling, ropes and hooks hanging from dark beams. He could hear water lapping against a shoreline and the occasional thump of wooden boats hitting the dock.

"Leon! Please respond, baby," the voice called again, this time more clear, but also louder, and Leon tried not to wince at the volume.

"...what?" Leon replied, pushing himself into a sitting position, swallowing against the nausea building in his throat. The world was spinning and it took everything in him not to fall back to the floor. There was also a strange pulsing in the veins in his arms that he swore was familiar. Looking down, he noticed that there were dark lines streaming down his forearms in a web-like pattern. Infection. He was infected. Part of him knew he should have been worried, but he couldn't find it in himself to care.

"Where are you? You were supposed to be at the rendezvous point 30 minutes ago," a woman spoke, and Leon strained his mind, finally remembering her name. It was Rebecca, how could he have forgotten?

He thought he should answer her question before they yelled again. "Hit my head. By the docks. Might be infected." Each word sent a piercing pain through his skull and he swallowed the rising bile. God, he hated getting hit in the head.

There was a slew of swear words that Leon couldn't distinguish, then a shaky forced breath. "I'm coming for you." That was Chris. Chris was coming. He must have been who was talking to him earlier.

"Keep him talking, he probably has a concussion," Rebecca said, voice wavering slightly. "I'll get the vaccine ready."

"Alright," Chris said, then switched his attention. "Leon?" His voice was soft and Leon let out a sigh of relief. His husband would make everything better. "What can you see from where you are? I need to be able to find you."

Leon tried to focus again, this time putting more effort into it. Chris asked him, so he would try his best. Squinting, his sight realigned and he searched his environment for anything Chris could recognize. The first thing he saw was a pretty big rock from out the window of the building.

"...a boulder."

"A boulder? Okay, good. Anything else, sweetie? Doesn't have to be big."

Leon groaned, letting himself fall back onto the wet floorboards, a musty mist erupting at the impact. He could see blood pooling out of the corner of his eye, the crimson puddle growing the longer he lay. His skin felt like it was on fire and he could feel sweat budding across his hairline and neck, probably mixing with the blood coating his skin. There was a lot of it. Shit. "Hooks," he exhaled, answering Chris's question.

"Okay I think I know where you are," he replied, a little breathless, the earpiece stuttering slightly. "Tell me how you're feeling."

"Hot. Tired." He wasn't feeling very good, his vision turning dark at the edges. He didn’t know if Chris replied, but he couldn’t discern any words over the roaring in his head.

A flurry of heavy footsteps came from his right side and he closed his eyes, the rumbling sending a wave of pain through his head. "Leon!" Chris yelled, this time voice clear and nearly booming, the words echoing against the waves.

Leon tried to turn towards the man, head rolling, but the movement made his vision whiten. "Chris," he whined.

The man kneeled at his side and Leon gasped for breath. It was getting harder to breathe and his chest felt heavy.

"Don't worry, I've got you." In an instant, Leon was lifted off the ground and into his arms and Leon yelped, falling limp, eyes closing. "Stay awake. Please, Leon. C'mon, stay with me."

Leon lost track of time, his mind swimming with every sway of Chris's body, but never entirely falling unconscious, as much as he wished to do so. The man's chest rumbled, the vibrations deep and comforting. The familiar scent of gunpowder, sweat, leather, and something uniquely Chris overwhelmed him and he relaxed even further. A sharp voice came at him and he whined, trying to open his eyes, lids fluttering. A stab to his neck sent him recoiling and he pressed further into his husband’s chest with a cry.

As if a veil had been lifted, some of his pain went away and he finally felt like he could breathe again, a numbness in his limbs he didn’t realize was there dissipating in an instant, a flush of fluid rushing to the tips of his fingers. He gasped, gulping in air now that it was easier.

"That was the vaccine, Leon. You awake?" That was Rebecca.

Leon groaned, opening his eyes more easily than before, seeing Rebecca and Chris in his field of view, blurry faces focusing. "...huh?"

"There you are." Chris's chest rumbled again. The man looked down at him with unmasked relief, holding Leon tightly. He smiled, but his eyes were glassy.

“Hi,” he said, trying to smile, but he didn’t think he succeeded, for Chris frowned the moment he tried.

The man turned to Rebecca, voice wavering for a moment. “Why are his veins still black?”

The words should have worried him, and a part of his brain was sending off alarm bells, but he ignored it. He strained to look at his arms, seeing they were still darker than normal.

“I’m not sure—he should be fine after the vaccine. Doesn’t he have T-Virus immunity and Plaga antibodies?” Leon was annoyed that they were talking about him like he wasn’t there.

“Yes, he does. Shouldn’t that be helping him?”

“I think it is. If this is a mutated form of the virus, the vaccine might not be as effective. I will have to test his blood to be sure. Let’s hurry back to the helicopter before he gets worse. I can check over his other injuries on the ride back.”

“C’n I’sleep?” Leon slurred, feeling a wave of exhaustion come over him. He wanted nothing more than to pass out for a week, waiting for the pain to stop.

Chris looked down at him, squeezing him tighter, an air of alarm radiating from his expression. “No, not yet, baby. Rebecca has to check out that concussion of yours first.”

Leon whined but forced his eyes open a little more, trying to stay awake for Chris. Their pace seemed to speed up and his body started rocking more frequently. His head was going fuzzy again. “Tired, Chr’s.”

“I know, I know,” he murmured, voice wavering with emotion. “Can you try your best for me? We’re almost there.”

The next time Leon was aware, they were maneuvering him into the helicopter and onto a stretcher. He panicked, losing contact with Chris, and tried to struggle against the hands on his body. Chris. Chris. Where was Chris? He felt a sob beginning to build before a hand grasped his in a tight grip.

“I’m here Lee, we just need to get you secured before we fly.”

All of Leon’s energy left in an instant, heaving out a shaky breath. Chris was there. Everything would be okay. He shut his eyes, brow furrowing at the spike of pain in his head.

Soft fingers pried open each of his eyelids and shined a light straight to his retinas. It shocked him, but all he could do was whine and try to turn his head in futile.

A voice from far away spoke. “Pupils… dilated.”

Chris squeezed his hand again. “You’re…great, baby.” Leon could barely hear the words, but they comforted him all the same, and he took a calming breath.

Someone was bandaging his head and arm, something he didn’t know was injured. He supposed that could have been where he was infected. The pressure on his wounds made his back arch as he tried to get away, crying out before gasping for breath. The pressure on his hand tightened and he forced himself to focus on the touch. Leon wanted nothing more than to pass out and not have to deal with this pain, but Chris asked him to try, and he always tried for his husband. Words were passed between the people around him, but he couldn’t catch them all, recognizing, “Infection,” “Concussion,” and “Sick”.

The helicopter blades started to spin and a roaring pierced his ears. He yelped, trying to lift his arms to cover the reverberating sound. Hands grabbed his head gently and surprisingly moved to cover Leon’s ears for him, and he melted at the touch, deflating as the deafening roar lessened.

Before he could thank whoever was helping, another stab in his neck sent him careening into blessed unconsciousness.

#resident evil #leon s kennedy #resident evil fanfiction #resident evil fanfic #chris redfield #chris x leon #leon x chris #chreon #writing #writing prompt #ask #fic request #🦙's writing

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indecisive-dizzy · 5 months

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Share any Julie and Frank ideas you have :)

I’d like to hear them :D

sobbs ok I can't be coherent but I'll try

they cuddle so dang much,,,, like Eddie has to wait his turn

just finished a game? cuddles n tea

had lunch together? cuddle time bby

Frank's just tired and overwhelmed? feel better cuddles!

Julie's having a not great day? super cuddles.

these two can Not be in the same room without being either next to each other or on top on each other. Julie is only the Only people who can surprise hug Frank and they won't get upset. (Eddie can too, after they get together hehe)

they're both just so physically affectionate with each other. hugs, cuddles, hand holding. that cheek kiss thing french people do on tv.

Frank's calls Julie their Jewel. In my head at least. it's perfect, bc she is. Eddie is their Dear, Julie is their Jewel.

Julie is the only one to get away with calling them Frankie so often. Frank will occasionally tolerate it from others, but Julie is only one who Really gets away with it imo

They just love each other so much,,, Julie thinks Frank is funny,, I keep thinking of Two (2) things.

Barnaby's line: "A sense of humor only Frank could love"

I think Clown said that Frank and Julie would both write "Frank" on the funniest neighbor question from the worksheet.

These tidbits make me Weak. Maybe no one understands Frank and Julie's humor, or it's just terrible, but they think the other is funny. That means so much to me,,, sobs

They are so incredibly close that they Get each others humor even if makes No sense. I want a friend like that sniff

I think they can just look at each other and know how the other is feeling. Frank is so calm around Julie's wild antics that the other la probably think he doesn't even notice it. They do, they're just letting Julie have fun.

Also Frank has a somewhat wild side too and I love the idea of Julie bringing it out. They go bug hunting and Frank ends up 20ft off the ground in a tree having the time of their life. They get back and the two of them are covered in dirt, sticks, leaves, etc and they're holding hands and laughing and smiling and- Im just,,, sobbsss sobbing on the floor

wait I mentioned Eddie earlier hold on ok.

Eddie loves Frank and Julie's friendship. He's so happy to see them being happy together and having such a great time. I feel like Frank may have been worried about Eddie getting,, "jealous" ? over their friendship with Julie. But he isn't and he makes that very clear.

Eddie would end up getting closer to Julie and they become really good friends, I'm sure they've had their own cuddles at some point lol. Julie has that effect on people.

so now it's just,, all three of them in a cuddle pile in Frank's living room. Frank in the middle surrounded by his best friend and partner. sigh what a dream

cough this is getting long I think,,, and was complete nonsense. but just,,, Them! Frank and Julie. Julie and Frank. Inseparable besties. The champions of platonic cuddles and physical affection.

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itspileofgoodthings · 10 months

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maria i don't watch ted lasso but i need you to tell me everything it's doing wrong, i trust you

Chelsea!!! You sent this so long ago and I’ve just been mulling it over in my head ever since. First of all, thank you for your trust, I am honored lol.

But also, I probably don’t have a great answer as I am out of practice speaking coherently on something’s issues! But I’ll try.

I mean, I think it gets a lot wrong. if I had to break it down! I think there’s two main things wrong. The first one is that there’s a core of rot behind its core principles. And that always leeches through eventually in a tv show, and in this one I think the specific way it does that is its refusal to question any of its moral principles or even just engage with them honestly. And this makes for really boring television. In a certain sense, you always know exactly where a storyline is going to go or the thesis statement that a set-up is going to land on before it goes there. It never surprises you. Too many examples to name but one of their basic moral principles is that a one-night stand/casual sex is not only fine but good and healthy. So every time that happens on the show you know that the characters are going to be praised/reassured for it and/or if any complications do arise it’s made VERY clear that it’s not the casual sex’s fault. And it’s not like I’m going to agree with most shows about this (it’s so evil!!!!!! It destroys people!!!!!!! It is damaging and devastating the romantic landscape!!!!!!!!!!!!!) but there are ways of engaging with it as a storyline that are so much more honest than anything Ted Lasso will ever dare to do. (Friday night lights, which is the show’s antithesis in every way, frequently has casual sex and without preaching and probably even without meaning to honestly traces the consequences of it in exciting and real ways.) and basically that’s the problem with the show over and over. It professes to want to say something profound about morals and culture and life but you know beforehand exactly what you will see and learn. You can see the moral “punchline” so to speak coming from the second they open their mouths. And there are better and worse ways that that can play out. The show’s belief that taking care of your mental health/talking about it and the importance of men specifically sharing their emotions is a) valid and b) can play out in some cute and funny ways. But even then the show is still not going to surprise you. Ted will call up the diamond dogs, they’ll talk about what’s wrong, there will be some quips and they’ll end on one of them saying some therapist-speak (mostly) truth and everything will be resolved. So even when I enjoy it (and I do! I like pretty much all of the mental health conversations) it is never as brave as it thinks it’s being.

The second thing is that the show just hates romance! Or, the problem is that the show is so committed to surprising its audience (derogatory) when it comes to the romantic relationships that it will torpedo perfectly good ones and give you no resolution or closure. And tv couples are NOT the place to put your “surprises.” Like. They broke up Roy and Keeley. Which. Why? Put it back! This is so dumb! And they’re clearly not going to let Ted and Rebecca get together because they want to avoid doing that. Which is okay! But it’s like—then give us something else instead. Give us some kind of resolution/satisfaction. Just? It’s so tired and again not nearly as exciting or unpredictable as it thinks it is. They’re not actually interested in the romances themselves, just what they can say about them to the audience. Which seems to just be a vague lecturing about wanting the leads to get together romantically. It’s annoying!

There are some things I like. A lot actually! I love the cast pretty much entirely. Jaimie is so fun and funny. The team dynamics are so fun and sweet. Rebecca is wonderful. (The show’s best storyline was the first season—her trying to sabotage her husband’s team and then realizing she’s sort of accidentally found a family instead.) And there are some good friendship dynamics—particularly Rebecca and Keeley and Roy and Jaimie (sp?). But even those dynamics are held back by the show’s repetitive storytelling. They will never have a conversation (specifically the girls) where they’re not saying some girlboss mantra you could read on Twitter. But anyway back to the positives. It can be funny and have some great one-liners. I love Ted’s similes and references and metaphors. The team is great and they’re fun to watch. I actually really like how they handle the sports side of it and the balance of wins and losses and how that isn’t really the point. (They should focus on it more.) And Ted and Dr. Sharon are a really wonderful pairing where a lot is unpacked. But they drop it and don’t take it as far as they could. So the whole affect is just meandering? Even when it’s fun.

TLDR: I think it’s more surface-level than it thinks it is (something I hate) and it hates romance and clear storytelling and will mess with both for no clear discernible reason. It also has an agenda. Which, good or bad, is not a substitute for complexity and honesty and they often try to use it as one!

#joons #anti ted lasso #>> I don’t want to be annoying with my tags but just in case/for reference #wrote this out fast. will edit later #thank you for asking! <3

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omg-just-peachy · 2 years

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Omg this was sooooo cute.

…and now I’m thinking of times the rest of the team lets Steve and Tony get away with breaking the “no kissing during missions” rule: when one of them is hurt and they can’t get to safety right away 😈

Imagine Tony being hurt and Steve cradling him and giving him gentle little kisses to try and make him feel better while the team is hiding out. No one would dare try and enforce the rule (maybe Clint does jokingly and gets scolded lol), Tony appreciates Steve rebellion in this regard💔💔❤️💔

ahhh ty <3 here is another snippet, this time of a mission gone wrong and everyone worrying...

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"Tony? Sweetheart, it's just me, okay? I'm going to set you down over here, alright?" Steve's words were blurry, sounding just far enough away that Tony knew it was Steve, but very little else. He heard himself groan, the sound followed by more muted words.

"He's... He's going to be okay, right? Isn't that what the doctor said?" Natasha that time, and Tony was feeling more awake by the minute.

"He said he hoped that would be the case. It won't be until we talk to Helen that we can really know for sure. The arc reactor shouldn't sustain that much water damage and he was already so..." Steve stopped, his voice thick.

"He'll be okay," another voice chimed in. "It's Tony, he's always okay." There was an edge to that last part, broken and breathy in a way that Tony was unfamiliar with Bruce being.

"Our Man of Iron will be right as rain as soon as we're home," Thor said, and Tony could almost picture the uncertain frown creasing his eyebrows.

Clint cleared his throat. "Yeah he's... he'll be..."

A silence hung thick and heavy throughout the room, and Tony wanted to tell them not to be so fucking dramatic, that he was right here in the room, but his head was so heavy, his chest felt like it had an elephant or five sitting on top of it, and he was fairly sure he couldn't string a coherent sentence together if his life depended on it.

His life probably did depend on it.

There was a quick squeeze just then, a pressure at his wrist followed by more muffled words. "I'm not going anywhere, okay? I love you." A lighter pressure, more sure this time. Steve, again, Tony knew, deep down, that only Steve could pair words so heavy with a kiss so light.

There were more words after that, muttered, muted conversations that Tony's brain couldn't focus on, followed by silence. Then, the sound of Steve's voice, always Steve, every time Tony could maintain consciousness long enough to focus.

It wasn't until he felt something hot and wet on his face that Tony was able to muster the strength to finally, finally pry his eyes open, blinking up at Steve from beneath a haze of heavy medication.

"Damn Rogers, no need to cry over spilled superhero," Tony heard himself say. There was another long silence, followed by the sound of more sobs, relieved this time, he was almost positive. "That was terrible, even for me. Dad joke dumpster fire."

"...Tony? You're... You look— You're okay?" Steve fumbled to get the words out, exhaustion and worry painting his beautiful features.

"Someone got to me just in time," Tony said, and did his best to grin charmingly up at Steve.

"Tony, it was so close, I almost... you almost..." Steve stopped himself.

"But I didn't, and you did," Tony reassured him. When Steve reached over to cup his cheek in his big, warm palm, Tony couldn't help but lean into the touch. Couldn't help but let Steve kiss him all over, from his lips to his cheeks and his nose and forehead, like he was cataloging every part of Tony, looking for some missing piece.

"You're okay," Steve said, more sure this time.

"M'okay," Tony agreed. "Little banged up, head's too fuzzy for me to be my usual charming self."

"You're always charming," Steve said immediately, making them both smile.

"S'why I love you. Hey, no one better give us any shit for kissing this time," he added, leaning up and pressing a quick kiss to Steve's lips.

Steve looked confused for a minute, then shook his head in disbelief. "You're not really still talking about—"

"I wouldn't be if you would get over here and kiss it all better," Tony quipped.

Steve kissed him, long and slow and full of enough reassurance for the both of them, the hospital machines beeping all around them, a sigh of life, a promise that Tony would be just fine.

#stevetony #stony #steve/tony #my fic

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zosonils · 1 year

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Wait, no, actually, tell me about the Scribblenauts timeline. I must be real... I like it too. I love unifying timelines where things seemingly just happen, tell us!

scribblenauts fans rise up >:] to be clear this isn't an attempt to sort out the canon timeline [although if you asked i'd guess unlimited > scribblenauts > super > unmasked based on the few splinters of plot we get] but rather taking inspiration from the scraps of story available to build something new and coherent, although at this stage 'coherent' isn't super accurate lmao it's just islands of solid ideas amidst a sea of autism nonsense

basically i'm deciding that the doppelganger's presence in 10-5 of super counts as a plot and slapping that on top of the more consistently defined world and lore of unlimited and onwards [so kind of what unmasked and the subsequent comic did but batman isn't there], with an added sprinkle of the 'scribblenauts being an actual organisation that maxwell is involved in' thing that never made it past background details in the first game. while unlimited arguably has the most iconic and/or existent plot and for sure i want lily to be a deutragonist i'm not sure how much of it i'll retain because 1. turning your daughter into stone is bad parenting 2. let her tag along and be an actual character instead of a literal rock you cowards and 3. the more super-inspired storyline i have in mind with the doppelganger is probably enough to carry the emotional intensity of a mostly lighthearted story by itself and i don't want to bog things down with too many subplots lol

i'm absolutely reading too deep into this kiddie game but i think the doppelganger as an antagonist of maxwell's own creation reflecting all his worst traits would be super interesting in an environment that puts more consistent and deliberate thought into character writing, so that's the idea i'm basing this autism-powered rehash on. i don't think it's ever actually specified but when i was a little sporelet playing scribblenauts unlimited for the first time i somehow got the impression that starites grant wishes? which is cute so i'm using that as maxwell's motivation to join the scribblenauts and seek them out, that he wants to collect enough to wish for something cool and superficial that a 12ish [?????] year old kid would want. but then after lots of adventures and character development when he's in the dramatic final confrontation with his doppelganger and has matured enough to see him as a distressed kid in uniquely terrifying circumstances rather than just an annoying knockoff he instead uses his wish on giving doppelganger the chance to be a normal kid with a normal life because he wants to make kind decisions now. then i guess they all go home and nobody dies in a scripted ufo explosion

this post is getting toooooo long so i'm gonna try and wrap it up now but god i already have so many ideas rattling around my head for an autism reawakening that could be over in a week lmao. now i'm even sadder that my computer is busted because i want to replay unlimited and refresh my lore so badly..... there's a fandom page [breezewiki sweep though] for the series which has helped refresh my memory but none of the sources are cited it's a nightmare. what do you mean maxwell and lily are twins for the love of god give me a single screenshot or manual scan that mentions this

also i didn't have a good place to insert this but even though edgar and julie having 42 kids is obviously a Silly Joke and excuse to give unlimited some unique characters i am choosing to interpret it as them being experienced foster carers. i don't care to sort through every single character and decide which if any are biologically related to each other lmao but adopted/foster families are swag as hell and there should be more of them in media! it also adds a nice layer to the doppelganger plot - maxwell is more willing to reach out to him because he's seen 'angry bitter kid who will only get better with kindness' in a lot of his brothers and maybe himself, and it gives doppelganger an easy place to go for his happy ending because maxwell's parents are experts at taking in kids like him. didn't want to end this post without mentioning this because i'm already suuuper attached to the concept

#[not] sorry for the long ass scribblenauts infodump i just love the goofy noun kids! it may happen again #just fucking whatever #scribblenauts #yeah i'll tag this why not. see if i can get the 3ish active scribblenauts fans to weigh in on my deranged nonsense #also you know how i mentioned in the tags on my last post that one of my overambitious hyperfixation ideas was a super remake #cause initially my idea was that vanilla 5-10 is the 'normal' ending but if you've collected every starite you get this 'good' ending #i dunno that just seems like the kind of slightly annoying design decision that a late 00s ds game would have made hsnbkjndhfhnjj #i'm so normal about this fucking baby puzzle game. can you tell #long post #at least i think it is. i don't use mobile if i can help it #mysthalery

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hollybell51 · 2 years

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Chapter One

A goodbye and a hello

A Heart Of Ice - Jack Frost x fem!Reader

Masterpost

Word count: 1093

Summary: after having made some evaluations, you decide that it is time to break away from a certain very important person in your life, and hence make a new friend.

Notes: age limit is 15-16 (purely because of drug mentions and violence, more on this in the explanation section), and I just wouldn’t feel comfortable with anyone under that reading this xx. It’ll still be here when you’re a little older, it won’t have changed or gone anywhere I promise. Please see the explanation sections, since I feel like this one does need a bit of a background and some justifications.

Explanations:

Basically (Y/N)/you/the reader etc. is/are a Cupid, so powers over love (including romantic, familial, platonic and all other types). I kinda wanted to take that idea and run with it a bit, so when I wrote this I was like “hey, what if this character had like a kind of split identity?” so that’s what I did, like two sides of a coin (not actually different identities, more like personas/alter egos I guess). I couldn’t really find someone in Greco-Roman mythology to represent hatred, so I chose chaos/strife -- Eris/Discordia. Obviously Cupid is the Roman form of Eros, but Eros-Eris and Cupid-Discordia didn’t sound how I wanted it to, so we have Cupid-Eris. Please don’t crucify me lmao

Also, I mention “phasing” “jumping” and “disappearing and reappearing” a few times, which basically is how you/(Y/N) move/s, and I had it in my head as being like how Loki does in that Bifrost scene in the first Thor movie if that makes sense... anyways. Also I mention glowing or lighting up, which basically just happens when the whole power thing is being used or when you/her are/is happy... it all makes sense in my head but on paper (computer?) it’s much less coherent lol

On a more serious note, I need to address the drug references and content warnings. Because (Y/N)/you is/are somewhat an unstable character (I wrote this when I was an unstable character tbh), I wanted to give a sort of vulnerability/weakness to reflect that and where she/you is/are in life in this and the struggles that are faced...? I’m not saying drugs are bad, and I’m not saying they’re good or cool or anything like that (people can do what they want tbh, I don’t really care). I guess you could probably rate this M, maybe MA15, and I know that Rise of the Guardians is a kid’s movie but it’s fanfiction, I do what I want.

Ok, that’s enough from me, please enjoy!

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“Ah,” Pitch sighed, taking up a place on the log next to you. “You should have come tonight, (Y/N). It was wonderful.”

“Yeah?” you asked, poking at the snowy ground between your feet. “Had fun terrorising villagers?”

“Well yes,” he frowned. “I thought you would have enjoyed it.”

“Mmm.” You tossed the stick aside, getting up and moving over to your small pile of possessions. You grabbed a small bag, tipping out some of the dried leaves inside and taking up a piece of paper. You rolled it into a joint, lit the end, and took a drag of the pungent herb inside.

The thing about Pitch was that it was great at first, when he found you. You were alone, you’d been alone for about 5 years, and then he was there. He showed you how to embrace the other side of yourself, the side that wasn’t just Cupid. But gradually it was less “Eris and the Boogeyman” and more “the Boogeyman”. Nobody noticed the chaos and strife you created, it just became a by-product of Pitch’s fear.

You’d made up your mind that afternoon, when the shadows had begun to lengthen and the sun started its descent towards the horizon, when people’s fear had permeated the air with its pungent tang and Pitch’s eyes had gleamed with anticipation. You had to leave. You wanted to leave.

Now, Pitch watched you from across the small clearing, his expression unreadable.

“Want some?” you asked, holding it out.

“God no,” he said, “you know I hate that stuff.”

You shrugged. “I was just asking.”

He was silent for a moment, then said, “Are you going to tell me what’s on your mind?”

“What do you mean?” You sat down again, blowing out a stream of smoke into the cold night air.

He laughed. “You’ve been avoiding me, (Y/N). I can tell, you’re nervous about something. You try to cover it up with that infernal herb, but that won’t work. So what is it?”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“Yes you do. You never come out with me anymore, why is that?” He tilted his head to the side, studying you carefully.

You took a deep breath, placing your joint to the side. “Maybe I’m sick of bringing hate and darkness wherever I go. Maybe I want a change.”

“What do you mean? How can you be sick of it? The power I—we hold, how can you want anything but that?”

“That’s just the thing,” you sighed. “It’s not my power, is it? It’s all yours, always you they run from. You don’t hear people screaming “run, it’s Eris!” do you? Nobody even knows I exist.”

“I know you exist.”

“I don’t want to do this anymore, Pitch. I’m tired of being Eris, I want to go back to…” you stood, turning away and picking up my cloak from the ground. You pulled it on, shoving your things haphazardly into your pockets.

“Back to Cupid? You were weak, (Y/N), I made you strong. What’s love compared with the chaos you bring, the destruction! You can’t leave, (Y/N), what about me? What about all… this?” He gestured to the distant village, where you could still hear indistinct chatter and see the fires burning outside. As if those feeble lights would ever keep Pitch at bay.

“I don’t need you to be strong, and I don’t want to be strong if it means I’m just going around wrecking things. You’ll find someone else,” you said tightly, “but I’m sure you can manage fine without me. Chaos, strife, hatred… they’re all things you’ll be able to create on your own.”

“(Y/N), listen to me—” he started, getting up to follow you.

“No, Pitch. I’m leaving, and you’ll be wise not to follow me. I’ve had enough.” You pulled your cloak more firmly around yourself, darting into the trees and towards the village.

“You’ll come back!” You heard him yell after you. “You need me, (Y/N)! You’re powerless without me, you’ll fade away until nothing is left of you and then you’ll come running back!”

You hurried on, your breath clouding the air. You could already feel his cloying darkness wearing off, and with a start you realised that you were physically lighter. You didn’t so much as walk, but flitted between trees like you used to, before you met him and had become the slinking shadow at his side. You breathed deeply, calming the butterflies in your stomach as you grew closer to the lights.

By the time you reached the village, you didn’t even need your cloak. You cast it off, grabbing the few possessions you really needed in your hand. You could always find more of the drug somewhere, you didn’t really need food, and you would be fine without any of the other things for a while. You only needed your bow, and your arrows. You held up the weapons, watching the dull black surfaces as they slowly faded to a kind of dark silver. They’d be back to how they used to be soon, when they brought love and happiness instead of chaos and hate.

You moved through the village silently, everyone around you completely unaware of your presence there. The people around were mostly adults, but you spotted a few children holding tight to their parents’ hands. A couple walked past, their arms tightly wrapped around each other. So much love, such new infatuation with each other you could practically taste it.

Something freezing cold passed over you, and for a moment you thought it was Pitch, then you realised it was just a child. They ran on, completely oblivious to the fact that they ran directly through you.

“Hello?” The shout caught you off guard. “Ma’am, hello? Can you hear me?”

You darted around the corner, following the voice of a boy. He was standing in the middle of the street, his image flickering as people passed right through him.

“Someone answer me!” he called, “Hello?” He looked around frantically, then froze, staring at you. “H-hello? Ma’am?” he waved hesitantly, approaching you. His bright blue eyes were wide, almost scared, under a fringe of palest silver hair. He didn’t look any older than about 16.

But that didn’t matter, what mattered was that he was looking directly at you, seeing you, talking to you. It had been far too long, you realised, since anyone but Pitch had acknowledged -- been able to acknowledge -- your existence. You could have screamed, could have jumped straight to this boy and hugged him right there.

“Hi,” you said instead as he drew nearer. “Who are you?”

“You… you can see me? You can hear me?” He reached out a hand, gasping when you took it.

“And you can see me. Look at that,” you smiled as your fingers laced together. His skin was oddly cold, but soft, the bones of his hand delicate. “I can touch you too.”

“I’m… Jack. I’m Jack Frost.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Jack Frost, I’m (Y/N).”

Chapter Two

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aegyo-ahegao · 1 year

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Hello this is embarrassing but Can you possibly write a Baby boy subby (NOT AGE PLAY) just super subby Felix Spit kink and sloppy make out sessions fic with Chan just something simple or It could be a subby DK with Woozi! If ya have time that is. Also just so we are clear, not a minor, i’m 23. So we cool!

omfg i love this!!! dont be embarrassed lol it's my forte to write self indulgent kpop shit! I'll do ChanLix here but i'll 100% do something with DK and Woozi too! (also I realised like halfway through writing this that you probably wanted more a multiple encounters type fic but i already started qwq) I hope you like it! <3

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“Fine, but… only if we go slow, okay?”

sub!Felix x gentle dom!Chan, spit, praise kink, pre-established realtionship

MINORS DNI UNDER THAT CUT

Felix knocked softly on the door to Bang Chan's room, careful to not wake up anyone else with the noise. He rocked impatiently on his heels as he waited for an answer.

"Lix?" Chan cracked open the door, rubbing his eyes. "Is something wrong?"

Felix swallowed before answering. "N-No. Can... I come in for a bit?"

Chan stepped to the side, making room for Felix to make his way in. Felix sat on Chan's bed with a huff. Chan joined him soon after.

"What is it baby boy?" Chan pulled Felix into a side hug.

Felix scrunched his face in embarrassment, both at the nickname and what he wanted to say. Chan and he had only started exploring their kinks with each other recently but Felix couldn't get them out of his head. Before he'd made his way here he'd just been laying in bed all night, thinking about what he'd have his boyfriend do to him if he was only brave enough to ask. "Um..." He cleared his throat. "Chris, I'm... I'm kinda-"

"Needy?" Chan whispered, placing his hand on Felix's cheek. "It's alright baby you can tell me."

Felix felt his face heat up. "Um, uh." He struggled to form a coherent thought with Chan's all-knowing eyes on him. So instead he gave a quick nod.

A smile curled on to Chan's face. "Good boy." He purred and pecked Felix on the cheek. Felix whimpered at the praise. "Tell me what you want, baby." He creeped his face closer and closer to Felix's.

Felix whined. "I dunno..." His head was already starting to get light and drifty. "I just want your attention."

"Aww, poor baby." Chan said, sickly sweet. "Poor sweet thing, can't even think he's so worked up."

"Stooop." Felix whined again. He gave Chan his very best puppy dog eyes.

Chan chuckled. "I'm sorry baby, you're just so cute when you're all fuzzy-brained." He leaned forward and gave Felix a quick kiss. And another. And another. Chan was right, Felix was getting fuzzy-brained. He could barely form sentences .

"Chan-hyung... Please." He squeaked.

Chan smiled fondly. "Do you want what we were doing a couple night's ago?"

Felix nodded. “Fine, but… only if we go slow, okay?”

"Of course, baby. I could never rush you." Chan cooed. He pulled Felix on to his lap like he weighed nothing. Felix tried not to melt. Chan tapped a finger against Felix's lips. Felix parted them gently, just enough to let Chan's finger slip in. Chan stroked his tongue softly, gathering some spit on his finger tip. He slipped another finger past Felix's lips and moved slowly towards the back of his mouth. Felix could feel his eyes start to water. He watched as a bead of spit rolled down Chan's palm and pooled into a crease on his wrist. Felix whimpered. He could see how enthralled Chan was by just watching the strings of spit as he moved his fingers around Felix's mouth. Chan pulled them out slowly and placed them in his own mouth.

Felix swallowed hard. He didn't think that would get to him as much as it did. "Shit..." he mumbled.

Chan sucked his fingers dry, or at least drier, then pulled them out. "Cute." He hummed. Before Felix could get embarrassed, Chan was already pressing another kiss to his lips. He kissed him again, his movements getting a little sloppy. His mouth started to open against Felix's. When Felix parted his lips in return he was instantly greeted by Chan's tongue in his mouth. Chan swished his tongue under Felix's, enjoying the minty taste of his toothpaste. Felix let out a small moan. He felt Chan smile against his mouth. He took Felix's bottom lip in between his teeth a tugged gently, making Felix moan again. Chan pressed one last firm kiss onto Felix's lips before pulling away.

"You should go lock the door."

#when is it my turn #kpop nsft #kpop #nsft kpop #nsft stray kids #lgbt nsft #nsft skz #nsft txt #not safe for minors #bang chan #christopher bang #fanfic #fanfiction #stray kids felix #lee felix #kpop writing #skz smut

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twenty-orange-balloons · 1 year

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Okay, I think I really didn't word my JGY post very well, so I am gonna restate it just once, while I am not half-asleep and giving myself no time to think my words through in order to respond to someone.

What I meant to say –

I don't think talking would have helped much and I don't think "Friendship is magic" bullshit would have worked and saved everyone.

Honestly, talking would probably have done shit. I was just spitballing on that post, my impulsive ADHD brain working ahead of my rational brain. That's why it's tagged cell rambles, because most of the time it's a 'top of the head' post.

So I will try to be a little more understandable/coherent in my reasoning for my dislike of Jin Guangyao.

What upsets me about Jin Guangyao, is that he has choices and when those choices backfire he blames other people.

I am not saying he has choices for everything he does or that he can always choose the one he wants. I just mean, he does have choices at some points. And when he makes those choices and then blames other people for them, it's annoying.

You can't deny that Jin Guangyao was never forced to do some of the things he did. Most probably, yeah, but some of it? No.

Especially after his father died, after he killed him in a Humiliating and Disgusting manner. Did the man deserve it? Yeah, he most likely did. Was Jin Guangyao forced to do it the way he did? No, he wasn't.

I understand he was dealt a shit hand at birth and people around him constantly reminded him of that. But just like in real life, you can choose how to react to it. Though, I agree that he didn't really have much options in that regard, because pretty much everyone around him was cruel and abusive towards him or didn't have the leverage to help him.

The thing that pisses me off the most about Jin Guangyao and ultimately why I don't like him and believe he was the cause of his own death, is because some of those choices he made, killing NMJ, maybe his son, continuing demonic cultivation research, letting Xue Yang live, etc.. was unnecessary/avoidable. Yet he acted like he was forced to do them.

That is why I don't like him.

Because he plays the victim after causing so much shit to happen to other people and acting as if he didn't have a choice in the matter.

You can see that clearly the moment before he dies, the way he turns from threatening everyone to pleading with Lan Xichen, acting like a victim, like he was forced to kidnap everyone and threaten to kill them, when he was the whole reason they were there in the first place.

He told Lan Xichen he didn't want to hurt him but threatened his brother right in front of him as if he believed that wouldn't hurt him.

He killed Nie Mingjue and then when the consequences of that, Nie Mingjue's corpse that he chopped up and spread around, came back, he acted like Nie Mingjue deserved it and he was forced to kill him, trying to plead that he didn't have a choice. He 100% had a choice.

It's the playing victim to things he's not a victim of, that upsets me. Not that he is/was/can be a victim. But that he plays one when he isn't. That's what I hate about him.

Side note: When I said he ultimately caused his own death, I meant his decision to kill Nie Mingjue. As soon as that thought crossed his mind, his death was already going to happen, because Nie Huaisang would never have let him live after finding out. That was supposed to be an entirely separate thought but I don't think I made that clear in the first post lol it really was just an impulsive, no thoughts, annoyed fueled ramble.

And maybe my post did come across as idyllic, as if talking would have saved him and kept everything bad from happening, I didn't mean it like that, as I said, it was an impulsive, no thought ramble. Of course I said something stupid lmao I really need to double check my impulsive rambles before posting them.

#cell rambles #mdzs #cql #not going to say anymore on this topic #I know many people disagree with me on many things #and I don't need people to validate my opinions about fictional characters #I just wanted to at least try to correct the slight misunderstanding on my thoughts about jgy #I hope this makes a little more sense than that last post #I truly was half-asleep when I was responding 😅#I think what happened was two separate thoughts accidentally came out at the same time and mixed in a way that sounded weird?#and I didn't register it until too late #I apologize for the whole mess 😂#jin guangyao #why i don't like jgy

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I’m the Ursa prompt ask lol. I wasn’t asking what would have happened if she took the children with her. I should have been more clear but I wanted some hcs about how she felt that night and her bravery in going to tell Zuko her last words to him because I rarely see those

Yeah, I'm really sorry for misreading your ask and snapping at you. I don't really do headcanon posts about the canon universe, but I will give you my speculation about what was probably going through Ursa's head, because yeah, you're right. Not a lot of people have talked about it.

I imagine there was a lot going through Ursa's mind, and I mean a lot. And it wouldn't have been particularly coherent. She has to run because she just helped her abusive husband kill her father in law, who forced her to marry said abusive husband, to keep said husband and father in law from murdering her son. And she may never see her children again, because she can't take them with her and has to leave them with her abusive husband who was willing to kill their son. But also she's getting away from said abusive husband. So there might be some, I don't know, adrenaline, and anxiety, and that thing where you are experiencing things, but just definitely not processing anything emotionally, like, at all. So she's hyped up on a fascinating cocktail of biochemical signals, and past her emotional limits, and now it's time to try to pack an entire rest of a lifetime's worth of parenting into her last goodbye to her children.

That could have gone better. She got way too intense with Zuko and shook him awake, and... Yeah, maybe she should just kiss Azula and let her sleep.

So after that, she leaves. She gets ready to set sail, lost, alone, suddenly without the cage bars that have both confined and supported her for her entire adult life. Without them, she feels as if she will fall apart. She's out. She's away. She will probably never see her children again, and she is going home.

Whether the events of the day hit her all at once, or whether the emotion dribbles in, bit by torturous bit, hit her it does, and her body and mind feel as if they will shake apart. It's too much and nothing will be the same again.

#avatar the last airbender #atla ursa #ozai #azula #zuko #posts i created #do you want to ask a question it doesn't have to be a question #noodle lord ozai #azula needs her own warning #zuko is a dweeby little turtleduck #mother bear ursa

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wibble-wobbegong · 1 year

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hi Wibble! i just wanna say petergate might be one of my favorite gates ever so far, and i love your analysis so much! if you don't mind me asking, there are a few things I'm unclear about:

who were the other henrys mentioned previously?

you mentioned that since November 1983, there hasn't been a body like Chrissy's, but wouldn't it be since 1979, or even the 1950s (i forget the exact year) especially if Owens was thinking about the Creels rather than the lab massacre when he saw Chrissy's body? because I don't think Will's fake body looked like Chrissy's. also, you mentioned how Chrissy's murder doesn't eliminate the possibility of a regular person murdering her. but imo, I don't think anybody who didn't have powers could have murdered someone like that, even the military general(?i dont know his title) didn't seem to think so, which is why he sought out owens in the first place.

another silly thing i wanted to point out is about the strangerwriters tweet: i find it interesting that they specifically mentioned calling dmitri "enzo" is fine but calling henry "peter" is weird. imo, it doesn't line up with the theory that henry was called "peter" in the lab. because then it would be fine to call henry 'peter', just like it would be fine to call dmitri 'enzo'. of course, if peter was supposed to be a different person entirely then it would be weird to call henry 'peter'.

I'm fully aware that this is a Colossal reach and I'm probably reading too much into a social media post but i can't stop thinking about it lmao.

i hope this was coherent enough and I didn't misinterpret anything in your analysis!! thank you for answering (if you do answer)

the other henrys were one of the guys at benny’s (1x02, 31:42) and the guy hopper arrested during the S3 protests (3x02, 37:42)!

if i said any date other than 1979 it was probably an error on my end!! i did mean to say that there haven’t been bodies like that since the labs kids even though i think owens was pulling memories from virginia’s death. i don’t backread most of my posts even though i definitely should, so sometimes small stuff like that gets messed up lol

I only say it’s possible for a non-powered person to have done that due to the lack of anything firmly supernatural other than that it would be incredibly difficult for a normal person to do. people can do wild things to other people, stuff that doesn’t seem possible until it happens. i also bring that up just because i do think owens carries a natural level of skepticism about most things, so the lack of anything certifiably supernatural wouldn’t lead to “there’s a war coming to hawkins” in the typical owens mindset. although what the general points out between the people el killed and chrissy are similar (the bloodied eyes) they’re also very clearly different, as el made them bleed from the inside out whereas chrissy’s eyes were pulled into her head (not that owens is given that information). for a somewhat skeptical person like owens who has worked with someone like brenner who can do unimaginable things to people, i’d say he wouldn’t be immediately inclined to believe it’s supernatural without gathering actual evidence. unlike brenner, owens actually follows scientific procedures for the sake of science.

also, HUGE agree on the strangerwriters tweet!! they make a point of drawing a line between peter and henry and the reason i put emphasis on dmitri and enzo being included is to show that the duffers aren’t lying to us like they often do. your reasoning is spot on too and only drives the point home even harder!!! kissing ur gorgeous brain anon

i’m glad you like the peter stuff!! absolutely honored to have made it into your favorites, because it’s become one of mine too. peter is like a son to me atp and he’s not even real lmao

thank you for the ask!! i hope i cleared everything up :)

#asks #petergate

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I am such a sucker for royal aus so just anything exocolonist related you can cook up for that will be greatly appreciated (also i feel obligated to mention that i was the one who left the vicks vapor rub comment on that fic)

ok im skipping ahead to this one bc ive actually Been thinking abt a royalty au. im not going to actually write it but ive been turning it over in my head LAKHSLGHAS

there's not really a coherent Plot just a few dif concepts that all are in the same verse technically. royal heir sol! i like royalty sol its fun. their kingdom is at war with the gardeners who are essentially some kind of fey wwww probably some kind of pact was broken on accident when they were about ten years old? adn now thigns are Goin. geranium+flulu were better peacetime rules so now that a war is happening its not going Great

few dif elements to this one!!! im just going to put them in any order

oh my god tumblr just auto turns these into numbered lists now i hate it here. let me out

ok anyways regardless. first concept is like.... sym/sol arranged marriage to end the war but dys is also there as a servant i think who's been conspiring (?) w/the fey for a while. they have messy feelings! honestly this might be a bit dyssol and sym is also there more than anything but i like dys having to watch sym+sol have all this like fanfare and Epic Romance and just go like. h.

2) vace is here. sorry this is one of the parts i think abt the most so Vace Is Here! i htink lum and them show up partway thru the war as like. powerful (?) duke from another area who basically shows up and starts throwing his weight around but bc he's helping the kingdom they cant really tell him to go away. it's a whole thing

as for vace himself i think he shows up w/the intent to seduce the royal heir so he can take the kingdom (lol) and instead. is bamboozled into friendship. becomes a better person. can't fucking understand sols love life at all but he'll.... let it go or whatever. he GUESSES. i have a clear idea in mind that after he tries to be better hes like. should i join your honor guard and sol is like. take some time to think abt it. and instead he fucks off across the kingdom on a Journey and after like six months sols like. hey when u come back u should join my honor guard theres a place for u here. nad hes like. cool (doesnt come back for another year and a half)

3) idk what im doing with it but i like the idea of nem+cal+tammy as a childhood friend trio only nem kind of was always on the outside. kind of grow up and apart and then after peace is brokered is like. ok what the fuck do i do w/myself now. id like her and cal to learn how to be friends again essentially? honestly she might kiss sym in this GLKAHSGDLKHASLKGDHALKSDHG i think abt sym+nem eternally ever since peace ending dating nem

THATS ALL I GOT THO WWWW none of these are coherent for a Story unfortunately except maybe the second one but. thats my vace in the pringles jar bias i guess

#WWW THANK U FOR THE ASK AND ALSO THE COMMENT #i do still think abt being the vicks vapor rub of fic authors every single day #asks #ask meme #i feel vaguely like i need to tag olivace bc.... well. u kno #sorry for being obsessed with my best worstie #i was a teenage exocolonist spoilers ?#teenexo stuff

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racingtoaredlight · 1 year

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Playing “Naked”

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I feel there’s this misconception by laymen that jazz musicians are just playing complete nonsense that has no point, structure or coherence. And in a lot of cases that’s true.

Think of jazz as finance.

Both are hugely reaching terms that cover a lot of ground, and are kind of hard to define in a singular “this is it” term. They also share a lot of high-level intellectual stuff that can be off-putting, and purveyors of these industries (lol at calling jazz an industry) have little problem tossing around concepts that seem very complex and difficult to grasp. Which makes them playgrounds for bullshit artists and conmen.

Conmen like John Scofield, for example.

When you take away all the surrounding noise, all the help from bandmates or clever arrangements. When you take away tools and leave a musician with just their hands and mind...that’s playing naked. Watch the video at the top.

Then watch this...

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It doesn’t blow my mind to see shcucksters playing solo gigs with two amps (mic’d and including a gigantic wedge monitor for some reason...) and two pedal boards, one reserved for looping yourself. It doesn’t blow my mind because these guys are everywhere...go to some rib burn off or some county fair and I guarantee you see some dude with an acoustic, a mic, and a quarter mile of pedals at his feet.

There ain’t shit “naked” about this. Well, there kinda is...because his aimless melodies are more exposed than they typically are.

And I’ll admit, there’s some decent stuff going on here at first...almost like he’s restrained...oh wait, nope. Go to the 3:00 mark and watch him vomit all over himself. Listen for at least 30 seconds.

When you play “naked,” it can be intimidating because all those things that help fill up space...bass, drums, piano and horns...are gone. Some guys fill this up with parlor tricks like slapping your guitar and making all this percussive bullshit...which is lame as fuck.

But, again to the video at the top...there are no parlor tricks here. No loopers or giant pedal boards. Sure, there’s a drummer, but his job here is to follow and mimic exactly what Metheny does. There’s no support here for Metheny...he’s just got his hands and mind.

And what he does with it is incredible. Compare what he’s doing melodically to what Scofield is attempting to do with great difficulty...those melodies are clear and defined, they’re coherent and each one blends into the other cohesively. You can tell where he is in the harmony...even though there isn’t harmony there. You can tell because his melody is so clearly defining it, which is what a musician is supposed to do, instead of just puke all over the floor and charge people to watch.

Seriously, that Scofield video pisses me off. Why not just call it “I’m too cheap to hire a band, but I have a bloated lifestyle to maintain?”

The master of playing “naked” is my idol, Joe Pass. You listen to him...yea, he’s fucking with the harmony and stretching sections out...but you know exactly where he is in the song, you can hear the melody in your head, and...if you catch yourself tapping your foot...you’ll likely match up with him during one of the many cuts where they cut from his Tommy Bahama shirt to show him tapping his old man walking shoes. The man had groove.

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The whole point is this...

If you’re going to be naked in public, you might as well invite the audience along with you. Otherwise you’re just some weirdo making dumb sounds until the cops show up.

I’ve found a nice niche playing solo guitar in this vein and have probably done 15-20 gigs like this now since last October. It was nerve-wracking at first, let me tell you. Just standing there like some jamoke...and that’s before you play a note.

But once you get used to it, it’s a fucking blast. People seem to like this shit more, and get more into it, than when I was playing rock gigs blasting ear drums out for drunk people. Again tho...that’s only if you’re inviting them along to join in enjoying the music.

Because good god, I’d never get hired again if I showed up and did shit like Scofield in that video above. The only thing keeping the crowd there is the fact that they paid, and if they walked out, they know they’d be wasting their money. Because everything he’s playing is metaphorically no different than him standing on a stage with his dick hanging out while giving two blazing middle fingers to the audience.

It’s not hard...ok let me amend this...it’s incredibly hard to learn how to play melody that clearly outlines the harmony while still sounding interesting, and it’s even harder to add in chords and basslines at the same time. THAT SAID...if you wanna play “naked,” and play “naked” well, this is what you gotta do.

Otherwise the audience will be even more lost than they were with bass, drums and piano. And also, if you don’t, people will start to think all jazz musicians are conmen like Scofield.

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