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ghostfacd · 5 months

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SASSY MEN DO IT BETTER! | TOM BLYTH

PAIRING. tom blyth x fem!actress!reader

SUMMARY. in which yours and tom’s behind the scenes gossip session goes viral and everyone’s dying to know who’s it about

AUTHOR’S NOTE. thank you to whomever requested this, nonnie i love you! this was so much fun to write and instead of Instagram posts, I decided to do tweets this time! enjoy as always and thank you for the overwhelming support on my au, it means so so much

installment of this au (recommend reading for context)

It started off innocent.

Just you and Tom in the background of a Behind The Scenes video where Rachel was currently talking about her character, Lucy Gray Baird.

You and Tom were fairly close in proximity—as you always were anyway—and you two were scrolling through your phones, showing each other funny videos or pictures of beautiful places that showed up on your feed.

That was until a message popped up from your ex, some jerk who had somehow gained a role in a movie and thought he was now some hotshot in the film industry.

“Oh seriously,” Tom mutters, watching as you tapped on the messages your ex had sent you. “He’s got to be kidding.”

Your ex had apparently “missed you greatly” and wanted to hang out so you two could catch up. He said he watched The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes and was in awe of how well you acted. If he wasn’t such a toxic asshole when you two were dating, you would take it as a compliment.

“I don’t know where he has the nerve.” Tom says, giving you a disgusted look. “Like girl, please.”

“Girl please?” You say, giggling as your head fell back into his chest. “Baby, I didn’t know you said things like that.”

“There’s plenty of more where that came from,” he says, “Okay, I need to stop. What if someone on set thinks I’m crazy?”

“They already think you’re crazy.”

Tom rolls his eyes, shoving your shoulder back slightly. “You’re lucky you’re my girlfriend.”

“I think you’re more of the girlfriend in the relationship Tom,” you say, shrugging. You fail to hold in your laugh as you watch Tom’s expression turn into shock. “I’m kidding, thank you for being the best boyfriend I can ask for.”

He grumbles a sure whatever under his breath when you engulf him in a tight hug.

“You’re practically crushing my lungs.” He says a minute in, only to be responded with a roll of your eye. “But hey, I’m much better than that newbie actor ex of yours, right?”

“Is that even a question?” You say, pulling away. “He was just nonchalant and mean to me half of the time. Don’t know why I even dated him.”

Your phone goes off, another message coming from your ex. “Oh, he called you knock off Draco Malfoy, which by the way, isn’t even an insult because he doesn’t even come close to you or Draco Malfoy in terms of looks.”

Tom lets out an honest to God laugh at your commentary, shaking his head in amusement. “Yeah, but didn’t you have a huge crush on Malfoy as a kid?”

You pretend to think for a minute before nodding your head teasingly, “yeah, I guess things never change huh?”

“Okay stop, you know I’m a fake blonde.”

And the entire moment between you and Tom is captured on camera, sending your fans into a frenzy as they watched how cute you two were with each other.

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hana-no-seiiki · 1 year

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YANDERE! DELINQUENT! OC x READER

As celebration for 1K followers and 1K likes on the HAIRPIN | POPPED short fic. I have drawn a sketch of Mori and made another fic for you all ! Enjoy ;D

Please read the previous fic linked above for context.

warnings: [y/n] is masc leaning though i don’t use anything specific to describe them. [y/n] is kind of a terrible person. perv! mori. mentions of sex. underwear theft. stalking. m. masturbation.

IT TOOK MORI AN EMBARRASSING AMOUNT OF TIME TO NOTICE THAT YOU TWO WERE IN THE SAME CLASS. But now that he knew, he made sure to attend as much as he can. Shamelessly staring at you like he was about to have you as his next meal.

This would have prompted your classmates to warn you, if you weren’t such a menace and a half yourself.

From what Mori learned from his stalking, you were about as bad as he was when it came to physical hostility only that yours came in the form of verbal and emotional assaults. You were known for turning even the most popular person in campus into an outcast with just a click of a button. It became your job to basically be on the know-how of everyone. You probably knew everything there is about Mori himself.

He found out after seeing an underclassman confess to you. Poor kid had his heart shattered when you told him that you shared his declined terrific confessions about wanting to be railed by you, to not only the entire school, but the internet as well.

What was even worse was that kid still liked you after all that. Apparently you two were acquaintances and he had unknowingly saved the junior from getting his ass beat by kicking the bullies’. And that led to you and Mori meeting.

Tch. Why did he have to owe that lanky piece of shit the honor of encountering you?

After going through the 5 stages of grief that is falling in love with you. Mori decided to just fuck it and accept the fact that he ain’t getting you out of his heart and/or mind anytime soon.

Might as well indulge his feelings.

By that he means following you everywhere.

And he means everywhere.

His lackeys are so confused. Why was Boss stalking you? You had a horrid reputation like him, but you only attacked when provoked. But the way Boss was staring you down said otherwise. His horny was mistaken as anger.

This would have prompted them to ‘deal’ with you. If you didn’t threaten their social lives.

So for the next month it had been a standstill. Until one fateful day. When you dragged him to a dark, abandoned shed behind the school.

And started taking off your pants/skirt, and your undergarments. Your genitalia out for show.

“Wh-Wha—Wait— I’m—“ He stuttered. He’d seen you strip many times before. Even masturbating inside your closet and on your bed. But seeing you do it right in front of him with nothing between you two was still . . . new but nice . . . and a tad bit overwhelming.

“It’s my underwear.” You dangle the piece of cloth on front of his face. Using your free hand to put your pants/skirt back on.

“I can see that, why are you giving me your dirty ass—“

“I was thinking it may have been the kid. Taking all my laundry and all that. But then you started following me everywhere.”

“Y-You knew?!”

“I was guessing. But now I know.” You shrugged casually, as if you hadn’t just dropped the biggest bombshell in the world. As if you hadn’t just exposed his depraved actions towards youz

“Which brings me to my next point, I want you to go out with me.”

“What?!”

“Is that a yes or a no?”

“YES! I mean, yes — But . . . why ?”

“Well it’s an equal exchange. I’d have a boyfriend to stop all those pesky confessions and attempts at my life, which you have been doing for me in the background. Thank you, by the way—“

“You’re- You’re welcome? You could have said something—“

“Let me talk properly before I change my mind.” Tired of holding your underwear, you decided to throw it on his face before continuing, “And you, get to take all the underwear you’d like. Get to take me on all the dates you’d like. Maybe even fuck me in whatever place or position you’d like.”

This was too good to be true. Mori was leaking from the words coming out your mouth, but he had to make sure he wasn’t getting himself into a situation he didn’t want.

“What’s the catch?”

“It’s simple. Know your place. I take the reins of this relationship. Not you. I make the decisions and adjustments to this exchange. Not you. We’ll break up when I say so. So there’s no backing out on your terms I’m afraid.”

The arrangements seemed unfair. Too perfect. It wasn’t as if he’ll break up with you at any moment, he’ll just have to focus on keeping your eyes on him. There was nothing to be afraid of. Doubt still permeated, but even then . . .

“Deal.” He answered immediately. The benefits were too good to care about essentially being a guard dog. He might as well indulge as he has been.

This time without the time spent hesitating on his decision.

“Let’s make good on that deal right now, shall we?”

[ YANDERE DELINQUENT / MORI CHARACTER PROFILE ]

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bettsfic · 2 years

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writing cheats

i know i’ve probably written about these all individually but i’m putting them together in one post. these are writing tricks that are extremely cheap and dirty; when you use them it feels like cheating and honestly by posting them i’m probably exposing all the easy moves in my own work, but more than a writer i am a teacher, so here you go, some writing cheats that have never steered me wrong.

quick character creation

what’s really annoying is when you have two characters sitting at a restaurant or something and the server has to come by. to what degree do you describe the server so that it’s clear they’re just a background character but that they’re not just a faceless form, so that the world has texture without taking up too much space on the page? rule of three, babeyyy: two normal things and a weird one.

she had pale skin and blue eyes but her hair was dyed black like a 2010 emo kid.

he was tall and broad, and he wore a sweatshirt with an embroidered teddy bear on it.

the woman stood there comparing the prices of toilet paper. she had a short angled bob and carried a keychain the length of a trout.

why does it work? it gives the reader something to hang onto, a brief observation that shows the world exists around your narrator. it also works when introducing main characters, but there’s so much action going on that you can’t take time to write a rich long paragraph about them. all you need is a little hook.

quick setting creation

i used to TOIL over descriptive paragraphs. for years i was like, description is my weakness, i must become better at developing imagery. i believed this because a famous writer once projected a paragraph i had written onto a screen and asked my cohort, “count how many images are crafted in this paragraph.” there were none. none! my friends were sitting there like, “we are TRYING” but they couldn’t find any.

i would say that after years of studying imagery development at the sentence level, i am, perhaps, competent at it, but what was more helpful was for me to shrug and tell myself, “i’m just not a writer who does that.”

anyway. my cheat is thus:

there’s not much you can assume about your audience. the audience is not a homogenous whole. but your ideal audience is something you can guess at, and that means you can play around with their existing knowledge and expectations.

if you say your characters are in a tacky shit-on-the-walls restaurant, if your ideal reader is an american who went to restaurants during the maximalist era of franchise design, they will conjure their nearest memory of one of those places. and for those readers who aren’t familiar with it, they’ll use other context clues to conjure that space. the point is, you don’t have to list every single stupid license plate nailed to the wall. you can leave it as one detail of one sentence and let your reader extrapolate from there.

if i say the dentist’s office looked like a gutted 90s taco bell, maybe no ideal audience would have ever seen a place like that, but a lot of people can mentally conjure a dentist’s office and a 90s taco bell and overlay them together to create a weird and fun image.

you can go even simpler than that: a bathroom the size of an airplane lavatory. a tiny studio apartment with a hotplate instead of a stove. a mansion with a winding stairwell. the point is that you want to define the size of the space and its general vibes.

in some ways detailed description can be overrated, because your reader conjures images even in absence of them on the page. and for those readers who can’t mentally conjure images, it doesn’t matter anyway; they take you at your word. the trick is to figure out what details are unexpected, relevant to understanding the story and its characters, and those are the things that you add in.

one other note: after working with hundreds of writers on drafting, for *most* of us it’s difficult to develop images and establish setting in a first draft. it’s nearly always something to be saved for a second or later draft. i think it’s because while we’re writing we tend to put character and action first.

nail the landing

there’s a joke i heard once from a writer i really admire: “you know it’s literary fiction if the story ends with a character looking at a body of water.”

and god it’s so painfully sad and true how easy it is to nail the landing of a given story by ending on a totally irrelevant piece of imagery. the final beat of a story followed by your character looking up at the sky and seeing a flock of birds in the shape of a V flying past. or maybe they’re sitting in their car and they count the rings of a nearby church bell. or maybe they watch an elderly couple walk down the sidewalk hand-in-hand. i don’t know!! when in doubt shove an observation, an image, whatever, something neutral at the end and it’ll sound profound.

(this cheat is the only one that can really bite you in the ass because if the image is too irrelevant you risk tonal incongruity. for use only in the most desperate of times.)

sentence fragments

when writers ask me how to punch up their writing or start developing their own style, my go-to advice is to give up the idea of a complete sentence. fuck noun-verb-object. if you have a series of character actions, knock off the sentence subjects like in script action. if the clause at the end of your sentence is particularly meaningful, don’t separate it with a comma but a period and make it its own thing. if your character is going through something particularly stressful or heinous, that bitch is not thinking in complete thoughts so you don’t have to convey them that way. make punctuation bend to your will!!

rhetorical moves

this one opened a lot of doors for me stylistically. remember that famous writer who called me out on my lack of imagery? i always thought his prose was beautiful, that he’s one of the best living prose writers, etc. once i learned more about rhetoric though, i realized he just employed it a lot.

usually when we talk about beautiful sentences it means a sentence that uses rhetorical devices. the greeks were like, you know what, when we give speeches there are certain ways to phrase things that make the audience go nuts. let’s identify what those things are and give them names so we can use them intentionally and convince people of our opinions.

i love shakespeare, i really do, but one of the big reasons he’s still a household name today and his plays are still performed is because every sentence of every goddamn play utilizes a rhetorical device. the audience is hard-wired to vibrate at the sound and cadence of his writing, like finding the spot on a dog that makes their foot thump. for five hundred years, william shakespeare has been scritching that spot for us.

i have no idea why, cognitively, rhetorical devices are so effective. i’m no rhetorician. all i know is that well-deployed anaphora makes a reader want to throw their panties on stage. my intro to rhetorical devices was the wonderful book the elements of eloquence by mark forsyth, a surprisingly fun read! hopefully that will open some doors for you the way it did for me.

the downside to this is that once you know rhetorical devices, it’s like learning how the sausage is made. on one hand, as a writer, you’ll have a lot stronger grasp of style, but as a reader good prose loses some of its magic.

pacing it out

many writers, myself included, rely on the tried and true “he bit the inside of his cheek” or other some such random action to help pace out dialogue. one time my thesis advisor sat me down and said “you’ve got to take all of those out.”

“all of them?” i said.

“all of them,” she said.

i thought, but that will weaken the text! it didn’t. once i cut what i came to call cheek-biter sentences i never went back. and now when i edit for other people i’m like, look i know where you’re coming from but just cut all these out and see how the scene stands. if it doesn’t feel right you can put some back in. a lot of times when you’re drafting you put those in the way some people say “um.” they’re just sentences you jot while you’re thinking of what the other character says, so from a writing perspective it seems like you’re pacing, but readers don’t read it that way. they just want to get to the next line of dialogue.

but sometimes you really do need to pace out a scene and i think there are other ways to do that that don’t rely on banal physical movements, such as:

interiority: a sentence or paragraph of relevant cognition, bonus points if you weave in background context. good interiority defines the voice of your writing.

observations: i know i just said description is overrated but idk sometimes you just need a character to note the back and forth clacking of one of those desk ball toy things.

character texture: maybe your character notes something about the person they’re talking to. a wilted pocket square. a mole that looks like it needs looked at by a dermatologist. a scar on their forehead. some detail that deepens or complicates our understanding of a character.

narratorial consciousness and access

this one is less a cheat and more a problematic opinion i have that doesn’t win me any popularity in writing circles.

i believe that if you’re writing in first person or close third or any narration which is dedicated to the mind of one character, you are only ever obligated to convey the experience of that character’s consciousness. and nothing else.

by that i mean, if your point of view character is unobservant? then they’re not going to even notice the flight attendant is missing one of their canine teeth. if your pov character is focused and obsessive, they’re going to think lavish, detailed paragraphs about that which they’re obsessed with and have no acknowledgement of the rest of the world. if your pov character has no understanding of time, does your story even need to be linear?

defining the scope of a narrator’s cognition early on can give you parameters in which to work. even if you don’t consciously do this, you still do it. if you write in third person limited present tense without really thinking about it, that’s your scope. i’m just pointing out you can choose to do it differently. you get to define your narrator.

whenever we talk about narration we also talk about information access and the order of information being revealed/conveyed. writing must always be in order; even if you’re writing multiple concurring things, it still has to be rendered on the page in order one after the next, because the human mind can’t read two sentences over top of one another.

if we’re restricted to the mind of a character, that means we’re also restricted by their knowledge and experiences, and this can be used to your benefit. i don’t want to take too much space for this but i do talk more about the relationship between narration and reality here.

in short, you the writer get to choose

what the reader knows,

in what order they know it, and

its relationship to the presumed real events of the story, which develops the (un)reliability of your narrator

okay going to cut this off now before i go on more rants about narrative scope. i hope you found this helpful and go on to put some of these nasty lifehacks in your own writing!!

#writing advice

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verstappensrealwife · 12 days

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Breaking the contract - Lewis Hamilton x Driver!Reader

fluff, smut.

approx. 1800 words.

warnings: sex, swearing, me not following any sort of time line.

a/n: I tried a new format with more "speech" but i low-key went back to my descriptive ways towards the end... whoops! ----- also i haven't proof read yet :P

lewis hamilton masterlist - here. f1 masterlist - here.

When you signed the contract to join MercedesAMG in 2019, you had also signed that you “would not partake in romantic relations within the team”. That was easy. All because they didn’t say you couldn’t have sexual relations people within the team.

It started in August of 2019, just after the hungarian grand prix there were, of course, big celebratory events to kick off summer break.

You had held one yourself at your home in Monaco, inviting all the drivers, as well as some other people of course.

The house, nestled on the cliffs of Monaco overlooking the azure Mediterranean, exuded an air of opulence and sophistication. Its sleek, modern design boasted floor-to-ceiling windows that offered panoramic views of the glittering coastline below. Inside, the décor was a blend of contemporary elegance and minimalist chic, with plush furnishings and tasteful artwork adorning the walls.

As guests arrived, the sound of laughter and lively chatter filled the air, mingling with the gentle hum of music playing in the background. The atmosphere was electric, charged with the excitement of the recent race and anticipation for the upcoming summer break. Amidst the throng of glamorous guests, you moved with ease, playing the gracious host and ensuring everyone felt welcome in your luxurious abode.

“You know i deserved to win…” Lewis said behind you, you rolled your eyes and spun around. “… It’s true! I mean 0.012 seconds faster is stupid- I should have won.

“Are you not bored of your own voice sometimes?” You asked with a laugh. “Because I am.”

“I’m sure you could get used to it,” He smirked rather flirtily, “In a different context of course…” You looked around to see the rest of the grid, and anyone else who had showed up, to be having a good time, lots of laughs and well… free booze meant lots of chatter to cover up what lewis was whispering in your ear. “Look, love, I know you want something and it’s not gonna be the championship,”

“Oh Lewis, how you underestimate me!” You smile, “I know how to easily distract you from winning,” - he looked at you to carry on - “Well how about… every race you don’t win, you get to make me do anything you want! Tweet something, post something, anything.”

“Anythi-“

“That’s what I said…” You replied, cutting him off before smiling innocently and walking away. He followed eagerly.

“Well- Well- since i’ve not won 5 of the races this year so far do i get those prizes?” he asked, you shrugged and nodded. “And you truly mean ANYTHING I want from you…” - You nod once again- “Meet me upstairs?”

You smirked and walked away… towards the stairs.

And it carried on to 2021 before stopping for a while since Lewis had found- in his words- “The one.”

“The one” also cheated on him in 2023 and left him for you to fix.

Yes despite fucking, you were good friends with him before that and continued to be outside of your agreement.

He came to you first, immediately after she had left. He banged on your wooden doors and as soon as you opened it, he was on you. Kissing you. Holding you. Grabbing you.

“This is to make up for the last 2 years we’ve missed.” He mumbled against your neck as he pushed you towards the nearest surface, kitchen counter. “God how I've missed you— th-this.”

Your top was somewhere near the door, your shorts not far behind, and now you stood legs apart, chest against the cold of the countertops as he fucked you to no end.

The intensity of the moment was overwhelming, fueled by months, years, of unspoken desires and suppressed emotions. As Lewis's hands roamed hungrily over your skin, every touch ignited a fiery passion that threatened to consume both of you. With each kiss and caress, the weight of the past two years melted away, replaced by a raw and primal need that pulsed between you. Lost in the whirlwind of sensation, you surrendered to the ecstasy of the moment, giving in to the magnetic pull of his touch. The kitchen counter provided a makeshift altar for your reunion, bearing witness to the fervent connection that transcended words. In that fleeting instant, nothing else mattered except the intoxicating dance of bodies and souls intertwined in a desperate embrace. As the echoes of pleasure reverberated through the room, it was clear that this was more than just a physical reunion—it was a soul-deep communion of two hearts seeking solace in each other's arms.

In the hazy aftermath of passion, as the echoes of your shared ecstasy lingered in the air, you found yourselves entwined in a tangle of limbs and whispered promises. With each ragged breath, the boundaries between past and present blurred, and for a fleeting moment, you existed in a timeless realm where only the intensity of your connection mattered.

Lewis's gaze, dark and intense, bore into yours with a raw vulnerability that mirrored your own, laying bare the depths of longing and desire that had simmered beneath the surface for so long.

“Well…” You say, “What happened at home?” You giggle at the obscurity of this situation. Now lay on the bed- no you don't remember when you moved from the kitchen to here.

He huffed a laugh back, “She was… not the one.”

Sitting in the sweltering Bahrain heat, beads of sweat glistening on your brow, you impatiently awaited the arrival of your helmet, a symbol of the impending battle on the track. The air crackled with anticipation, the thrum of engines and the bustle of the paddock serving as a backdrop to the fevered excitement building within you. Around you, your mechanics moved with precision and purpose, their expert hands ensuring every nut and bolt of your car was meticulously inspected and fine-tuned to perfection. With each passing moment, the tension mounted, a palpable energy that pulsed through the air like an electric current.

And then, as the sun beat down relentlessly, the moment arrived. With a flourish, your helmet was placed in your hands, a potent talisman imbued with the promise of victory. With a steady hand, you secured it in place, the familiar weight settling comfortably on your shoulders like a suit of armour. In that instant, you were no longer just a driver, but a warrior poised for battle, ready to conquer the asphalt and seize glory on the track.

And conquer you did. As the lights went out and the roar of engines filled the air, you surged forward with a fierce determination, every fibre of your being focused on one singular goal: victory. With each corner conquered and each straight conquered, your lead grew, stretching wider and wider with each passing lap. The competition faded into insignificance as you carved through the desert heat like a blazing comet, leaving your rivals in the dust and crossing the finish line with a commanding lead of almost twelve seconds.

As the chequered flag waved in triumph, a surge of adrenaline flooded your veins, mingling with the heady rush of victory and the anticipation of what awaited you beyond the confines of the track. Tonight, amidst the backdrop of celebration and jubilation, you knew that the real race would begin—a battle of passion and desire that would leave you breathless and exhilarated, lost in the fiery embrace of the one who fueled your most primal instincts. With a wolfish grin, you licked your lips in anticipation, the promise of the night ahead igniting a fire within you that burned hotter than the desert sun.

As the haze of sleep began to dissipate, Lewis's urgent voice pierced through the fog, pulling you from the depths of slumber into the harsh reality of the moment. With a groan, you rolled over, finding yourself nestled against his side, his presence a comforting anchor amidst the confusion of waking. His words tumbled out in a rush, laden with anxiety and apprehension, as he relayed the unsettling news that threatened to disrupt the fragile equilibrium of your clandestine affair.

Beneath the dim glow of the bedside lamp, you sat up, the cool air of the hotel room sending a shiver down your spine as you focused on the screen of Lewis's phone. The harsh light illuminated the evidence of your indiscretion, casting a harsh spotlight on the secret world you had carefully constructed away from prying eyes. Yet, despite the gravity of the situation, a sense of defiance stirred within you, a stubborn refusal to let fear dictate the course of your actions.

Lewis's words were rushed as he spoke of potential repercussions, his voice tinged with a vulnerability that belied his outward confidence. In that moment, your lips sought his in a tender kiss, a silent reassurance that spoke volumes of unspoken longing and shared intimacy. “Calm down, okay, we will be fine.” You said, trying to reassure the both of you

“But they’ll think we’re a couple and–”

“And that's so bad?” You asked, offended.

“What- wha no no no! God, no. You are… great. More than that you’re perfect and I’d be very willing to break my contract if it means to be with you…” He stopped talking, realising he had said all too much. The weight of Lewis's confession hung heavy in the air, his words a potent blend of vulnerability and longing that stirred something deep within you. In the stark silence that followed, the enormity of his revelation washed over you like a tidal wave, leaving you reeling in its wake.

For so long, you had danced on the razor's edge of desire, navigating the treacherous waters of secrecy and deceit with practised ease. Yet, in that moment of unguarded honesty, the facade crumbled, leaving you exposed and vulnerable to the tumultuous emotions swirling within.

With a trembling hand, you reached out to brush away the strands of hair that clung to Lewis's forehead, the touch of your fingertips a tentative gesture of reassurance amidst the uncertainty that threatened to consume you both. In his eyes, you saw a reflection of your own turmoil, a silent plea for understanding and acceptance that resonated deep within your soul.

"Let's keep this to ourselves," you whispered, the words a sacred vow of secrecy and devotion that echoed in the quiet space between you. Lewis nodded in fervent agreement.

In that moment, amidst the chaos of conflicting emotions and uncertain futures, you found solace in the knowledge that you were not alone—that together, you would face whatever trials lay ahead, hand in hand, bound by the unbreakable bond of love and shared understanding. And as you leaned into his embrace, the world faded away, leaving only the two of you entwined in a silent vow of devotion that transcended the boundaries of time and space.

GOD I AM BAD AT ENDINGS FUCK

anyways <3

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veinsfullofstars · 2 months

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-trips and drops all my eggs on the ground-

(ID: A small compilation of Kirby series fanart featuring Magolor in various silly and disconnected scenarios, with guest appearances by Marx, Kirby, and the rest of the RtDL team as well. More detailed descriptions and transcripts under the cut. END ID.)

I sketched out most of these months ago while I was playing through KRtDLDX for the first time. The Epilogue was giving me thoughts and the brainworms were feeding. Still, I didn’t really have any big piece ideas for these, so I figured I’d just slap them all into a comp, throw some lines and color on, and call it done. A little loose on context, I admit, but I think they came out okay in the end. I just love drawing this wretched man (and the clown that bothers him).

Sketches started 02/28/23, render started 11/02/23, finished 11/04/23. NOTE: This was originally posted on my deleted account on 11/04/23.

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Image desc. & transcripts (in no particular order):

-Magolor points to a barrel, smiling pleasantly, and says “Trust me, it’s foolproof! Now get in~” Marx looks on unimpressed.

-Magolor (in his tattered gray outfit) grabs his head with a look of fear on his face, saying “No one told me there’d be consequences to my actions!”

-Magolor (in his Tome Trackers outfit) winks and twirls his mustache, saying “Of course I’m trustworthy! You can tell by my mustache and ridiculously high IQ!”

-Shopkeeper Magolor holding the Gem Apple sapling and giving the viewer a thumbs-up, saying “That’s right! Spin-off games have canon in ‘em! It’s all over for you lore bitches!”

-Magolor happily lifting Kirby by the hands via Helper mode

-a large human hand squeezing a frightened and very unhappy-looking Magolor

-Magolor smiling smugly while the RtDL gang (off-screen save for their hands) all point their weapons at him (see the Knife Cat meme)

-Magolor showing Marx a Gem Apple, a look of wonder in the jester’s eyes

-Magolor weeping and clutching his head as a pair of large hands reminiscent of his Soul form loom around him, ready to grab

-Shopkeeper Magolor smiling with his hands together, an arrow pointing at him reading “no longer evil :)”

-Magolor (in his tattered gray outfit), first standing neutrally, then looking down at his hands, then shrugging with his eyes shut, saying “Oh, well. Time to learn nothing.”

-Shopkeeper Magolor showing off a Gem Apple to the viewer, saying “This apple cured my sociopathy! Imagine what it could do for you!”

-Magolor and Marx sitting back-to-back on the floor, the former fixing a pocket watch with a screwdriver, the latter propped up on his side watching a Minecraft let’s play on a purple childproof tablet; Mags says, “So, anyway, that’s how I lost everything to a baby, went to hell, fought my demons, and ultimately grew as a person.” Marx responds in disinterest, “Uh huh, sure, buddy.”

-Magolor winking at the viewer with a hand on his chest, saying “Of course I have a heart. Several, in fact! In really nice glass jars.”

-Magolor and Marx holding hands (er, well, Mags holding the end of Marx’s hat like a hand), facing away from each other, looking flustered and nervous; an arrow points at them reading “Shhh… they’re on their first date

-Marx smiling innocently at the viewer, eyes shut, one tooth peeking out, waving the end of his hat; an arrow points at him reading “causes problems on purpose”

-Magolor looking at something off-screen, a hand over his eyes as if to block the sun

-a tear in the background shaped eerily like a smile, a goopy drip connecting top and bottom, a blank red eye in the center peering out from within

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rederiswrites · 1 year

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Ok, I swear, this one's for the people who DON'T follow K-pop, and only know BTS as some Korean boyband that uses a lot of autotune. Just to highlight some things I'm currently enjoying the hell out of from their careers. Lemme start with some context.

So in Korea, Idol is a job above and beyond just performing onstage. You are meant to be a product. An object for adoration, specifically trained and cultivated to create the sort of parasocial relationship that sells out shows and merchandise. It is fucking rigorous. It usually involves substantial economic hardship unless and until you're one of the handful of groups that makes it big. It's also blatantly predatory, and idols are chosen when they're literally kids, at most 18 usually.

Your contract with the label frequently specifies that you're not allowed to swear, smoke, date, or generally do anything not squeaky clean anywhere you might be seen, which, since they've got cameras shoved up your ass and bolted to your bed, is everywhere. Merely touching a person of the opposite sex can set off a whole scandal and get you (or the poor unfortunate you breathed near) a huge pile of hate. They're also perfectly aware that they're "just" idols, just boybands or girl bands, to a lot of people, and not considered serious musicians, even in their own country.

Idols also have a pretty short shelf-life. Korean beauty standards are, as far as I can tell, even more youth-obsessed than in the US. The oldest female artists are like, 34. There's like, one woman over 30 for every twenty under 20. Men's careers often founder on their mandated military service, which is roughly two years (depending on branch). They've got to serve that by the time they're 30.

BTS got extensions, because they're a statistically significant percent of the entire South Korean GDP. But now the elder members have got to do their service, no way around it. Kim Seokjin (Jin) went in a couple months ago, Jung Hoseok (J-Hope) a few days ago. So the group is on hiatus, there's no helping it.

That was the background. What happens now is the fun part.

The Korean government played politics, bouncing back and forth on "should idols big enough get exemptions" for years, specifically namedropping and using BTS as a political toy. BTS themselves didn't comment on any of it, and played their cards very close to their chest and said nothing about their military service. Then they did a huge concert in Busan, Korea, where they resurrected an old rap cipher which involves chanting "Fuck you I don't care, you can't control my shit", performed it with such fire that it looked like they were legit about to start a riot, and then the next week announced that they were going on hiatus and Jin was entering the military.

Since then, let's see: nearly every member has at least posted a shirtless photo, and the three youngest members have done entire photoshoots (and in one case a music video) shirtless. Jimin released a single titled "Set Me Free"--not terribly subtle--and a photoshoot he made a point of saying he'd designed from the ground up, which is SOAKED in queer symbology. I have to emphasize that these choices are all MUCH more significant than they would be in the US. Min Yoongi put an entire album full of rage and violent imagery and painful intimacy and swearing, and smoked and shot people and performed self-harm in his music videos. J Hope released an album full of dark driving rhythms utterly unlike his previous work, and broke sales records as a solo star at Lollapalooza, even while still singing and rapping primarily in Korean.

Some of the members are quieter, clearly a bit unmoored without the thing that has shaped and dictated their entire adult lives, but they're also shrugging off the idol image with deep relief. Namjoon is philosophizing and being extremely frank about mental struggles and crying on camera. Jungkook is having regular almost uncomfortably intimate lives, where he just sings along with the music or folds his laundry or even just smiles sleepily at the camera for a while. Who the hell knows what Taehyung does. Exactly as he pleases, probably, but definitely while wearing thousands of dollars of fashion and looking like the prince of the dark sidhe.

I was looking forward to this. Not to the military service, of course. As a non-Korean, I'm well aware that it's none of my damn business, but of course I don't like it. But I was looking forward to these guys slipping the leash and having lives and careers beyond the chains of idolhood. And it's been pretty awesome so far.

#BTS #K pop

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pastelcheckereddreams · 2 years

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Aaaa I just- I love this gesture.

It’s so quick, considering the pace of the scene and the focus of it - Porsche and Korn - but it’s so telling.

Honestly, the first few times I watched this moment, I didn’t get the significance. I thought Kinn’s careful movement, the rigidity of his hand here, was a continuation of his hesitance in the previous scene: remembering Porsche’s rejection of his touch, the way he didn’t hug back although he allowed it (and isn’t that a lovely contrast - the way Kinn is so respectful and careful of Porsche’s boundaries now, when in the beginning he “crossed the line” without consideration).

But watch Chan in the background: he ducks his head at Porsche’s immediate exclamation, readying himself (perhaps against his personal feelings) to subdue Porsche the second he is shows aggravation towards Chan’s boss. Kinn attempts to place this placating hand on Porsche’s waist at the exact same moment.

So I can’t help but think that this gesture is actually a signal - Kinn, the family heir, immediately acknowledging the escalating threat in Porsche as he shrugs Kinn off, but signalling to the head bodyguard to wait.

To that end, consider how it’s not just a finger lifted in silent gesture by Kinn: it’s the finger that holds the Theerapanyakul ring, and the camera lingers.

It’s a silent command. A silent signal that this is a family dispute - Porsche is family, not a security threat.

Even though the focus in this scene is Porsche and Korn, and there is so much context to distract us, there is still this little moment reminding us of the power dynamics between the bodyguards and the family they protect. And it serves to remind us, too, that Porsche has transcended that boundary.

And just as Kinn trusts, Porsche defers to Korn’s power, even as he rejects everything he now sees has been bestowed upon him at Korn’s whim. (Even- Kinn? Porsche may think- but no, that’s whump for another day.)

Wait, is what this gesture says. I know Porsche - I know him. There is no true danger here.

And then that same arm grabs for Porsche as he suddenly rejects everything Korn has offered him (does that- include-?) Yet Kinn, despite the frown on his face, waits for his father’s nod to follow.

The subtext.

#nikkirewatches #kinnporsche episode 12 #kinnporsche ep 12 #kp episode 12 #porsche pachara #kinn theerapanyakul #kp chan #kp korn #korn theerapanyakul #nikkiwrites #kp meta #kinnporsche meta #scene analysis #detail analysis

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void-botanist · 4 months

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hiii i come bearing a very silly wip question

for whichever wip you think would be the funniest to answer for... please tell me what a discord server with the characters would be like. is it a fun hangout with friends? is it a discourse-riddled nightmare? maybe both?

Multi!! I was going to talk about the androids from TFA because they already organize their chats in a serveresque format but a Nicea server would be so much funnier. Cady started the server but got bored of making admin decisions so he added Rodney. Rodney was like "uh…great but I don't know either" and Gil was like "nonono I got you" and got Rodney all up to speed and now they are Discord admin spouses as they were meant to be (again. mlm/wlw solidarity). Of course the whole crew of the Nicea is on there, plus Bo, Celia, and Martin, and eventually Tatya. They all have their own circles within the server. And oops this was so delightful to me it got long so

Cady: has had Nitro from the beginning, which he uses to post gigantic ascii pictures that he creates, and is always the first person to try whatever new feature. He loves soundboards so much. He's also usually the person hosting Jackbox or otherwise streaming something (playing some horror game and screaming every time he gets jumpscared, or being way too serious about a flash game that he's way too good at).

Declan: has almost every channel muted because he can't stand the endless notifications. Cady made him a channel for his special interests, #declans-amphitheatre, which he had every intention of using for five minutes and then forgetting about it (for real or on purpose), but it's actually become a space that most of the server members pay attention to. He also shows up to the politics channel when summoned because there are some things that he keeps tabs on and knows Everything about.

Rodney: has never muted any of the channels and just deals with the onslaught of information. He wants to Know. He has his own black heart emoji that is optimized for both dark and light mode, and he reacts to everything with it. He keeps second guessing the organization of the server and is usually the one revoking privileges that Cady gave to someone then forgot about. But his favorite thing to do is post goofy things he encounters in his historical research, followed by talking at length about action movie choreography and watching Cady play (non-screaming) games.

Gil: constantly sends messages with no context because she's so deep in thinking about it that she forgot no one else knows what she's talking about. It's usually drama from the school where she teaches or home improvement plans. She and Rodney had an admin channel but it's barely about admin stuff at this point - they're just talking about politics and philosophy. On the public channels she is the reaction meme queen and also tied with Tristan as the most likely to ask everyone to show up to an event/rally for something.

Tristan: mostly posts her landscape photography and videos of her and Gil ballroom dancing. She hangs out in the voice channels a lot because she likes doing things while other people talk to her. Since the two people most likely to be in the voice chat are Cady and Bo, she also gets to hear a lot of chaos and nonsense that is extremely funny to her. She has tried to explain it to Gil and failed so many times that now she just shrugs and says "friendship?"

Isabel: most likely to send goofy selfies to the chat, half of which are just her poking fun at whichever server member she's hanging out with (they're in the background doing something else). She also posts her song recordings, which are 90% serious samples of her work and 10% meme songs that she also wrote, and you can't always tell which is which without clicking. She agonized over adding Tatya to the server because she didn't want it to devolve into strange flirtational chaos but she immediately begged Cady not to add his nephews (Neb & Oran) to the server because their love language is being fucking annoying.

Spinder: the emoji polls guy. Usually it's about something he's working on, like an embroidery piece, but it's also sometimes about whether he should get involved with whatever the tailors are up to or an extremely meme question (you know, the kind where you answer "vanilla extract") or sometimes something important and serious like when they're going to play Jackbox. He knows the name of almost every emoji and emote offhand but he does not use :rod: (Rodney's heart).

Bo: treated the server as a personal foodstagram to the point that they got their own channel, #restaurant-recommendations. He rarely messages on the server but is always emoji-reacting to random things and spends an inexplicable amount of time in the voice channels with Tristan.

Tatya: is honestly just so excited to see everyone else being excited. She's the other person most likely to message #restaurant-recommendations with suggestions for places and snacks out in her locality, which no one is in any hurry to go all the way back to. Despite her FTL connection her messages are most often a little bit slow and sometimes jump out of order. She asks lots of questions about the server like "why aren't Neb and Oran allowed here? also who are Neb and Oran?" and posts pictures of cool things she sees in the desert where she lives. Currently there is a debate going on among the triumvirate of admins whether she should get her own channel, #tatyas-travelogue. Or something like that. They can workshop it.

Celia: the server's hypemaster. Most likely to say "okay I'm catching up on all this and what the fuck????" in the main and drama channels, and has genuinely become enamored with #declans-amphitheatre and has learned an enormous amount of interesting things about pens by talking to Declan there. She always reacts with a relevant emoji and always votes the most YES option in every poll about whether Spinder should get involved in tailor schemes. She also loves Isabel's meme songs and Tatya's weird space snacks and thinks Cady is the only person she has ever encountered who is More than she is.

Martin: is never online except when summoned for Jackbox or when Cady begs him to post a picture of his pottery, but you will take his membership in this server out of his cold dead hands. He has had to swear not to also add his sons (Neb and Oran).

Nicea taglist: @kahvilahuhut @kk7-rbs @outpost51 @writernopal @athenswrites

#Isabel can't handle Neb & Oran calling her 'great-aunt' all the time. yeah they're technically right but can they stop #I was gonna say Celia was the hypebeast but that doesn't mean what I remembered it meaning #c: Martin #c: Celia #c: Tatya #c: Bo #c: Cady #c: Declan #c: Rodney #c: Isabel #c: Tristan #c: Gil #c: Spinder #c: Neb #c: Oran #wip: nicea #asks

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xanadontit · 2 years

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Wedding Recap: Let’s DO This!

I think I’m going to have to break this up not only for my own sanity but out of respect for everyone’s time and eyeballs. After much consideration, the best way to approach this - I hope because, um, that’s how I’m going to do it - is an overview of the events/vibe and then an airing of grievances by person. Happy to provide context and background where necessary. And I fully realize that, like, 90% of the Horror Factor is rooted in “guess you had to be there” but please trust that I had a low-grade headache the entire weekend and we can’t attribute all of that to heat, right?

Please feel free to ask clarifying questions or for more detail should a point be of interest to you. And as always, this is my very biased and kinda bitchy opinion.

The wedding was held at a venue in Sonora (where no one lives thus making it wildly inconvenient for all and hot AND a little smoky), and their whole thing is that you book it for Friday-Sunday and are served breakfast each day AND there are cabins/cottages onsite where family and the wedding party can stay. E and I resigned ourselves to bunking with MIL and SIL months ago for the convenience. In retrospect I would have emptied my savings account to stay at an Airbnb.

If I had to describe the vibe of the weekend it was probably “What do you mean you don’t have this figured out - what have you been doing for over a year?” As an event professional I get that there’s always a bit of chaos and things take time to come together. Watching the sausage get made and all that. But I’ve been hearing about the painstaking attention to detail and to-do lists and foolishly assumed there was some method to the madness. Or that the paid wedding coordinator knew how to manage jack shit. I had offered my assistance multiple times over multiple months only to be told everything was coming together and under control. Was it? WAS IT? I mean I guess it all did in the end but if the shortest distance between two points is a straight line these jokers took every curve they could.

Rehearsal/Rehearsal Dinner: We were given the wrong time for the rehearsal and showed up with minutes to spare (partially the fault of hellacious traffic - it should not have been a 4-hour drive!) but I was still ready on time. Rehearsal went off without issue other than Extreme Sweat because the chapel doesn’t have air conditioning. The rehearsal dinner was a pizza food truck; the proprietor was either given bad intel or didn’t listen but he parked his truck at the top of a hill and had to do a 357-point turn to get to where dinner was to be served. Dinner was late, obviously, as we all sat in the outside heat and tried to hydrate. E and I exchanged roughly a million wide-eyed looks and couldn’t stop murmuring “remember how our rehearsal dinner was in an air conditioned restaurant and served on time?” to each other.

Niece and MP had their wedding party introduce themselves to everyone, which was a lovely gesture in theory but because this dipshit can’t stfu he felt the need to interrupt every person and interject with either an inside joke or insult. He eventually gave a nice toast to his parents and family and then turned toward us and said “thanks for showing up.” I almost threw my chair at him. Niece shrugged. He admitted he had not even started writing his vows. Eventually we headed off to bed and didn’t offer to help with clean up. Why? We’re just the people who show up.

Day of Shenanigans: Woke up to SIL’s phone going off. Niece had not arranged for any of the communion accoutrements to be provided or set up and was freaking out. For some reason she assumed the wedding coordinator had it all covered. I am once again asking: what were you DOING all this time, if not triple-checking supposedly vital elements of your wedding ceremony? Items are procured as various people jump into action and my Catholic ass asks “wait where are they getting communion wafers on such short notice?” To paraphrase Nancy Donovan “you never can tell with these non-denominational goof around weddings.”

Breakfast in a hot room (the secondary theme was “Physical discomfort”) and then I was told to report to the Bridal Cottage for hair and makeup. The place was a wreck since seven (!) women had slept in there the night before and apparently they are all slobs. Still, I opted to hide out there because 1) they had booze 2) there was air conditioning, just like our cabin and 3) MIL wasn’t there and I needed a break from her incessant talking about bullshit. I made myself useful by helping steam dresses and holding my baby nephew who is absolute perfection.

Eventually I went back to our cabin to change into my dress for photos. As I was fighting the epic battle of Ass v Spanx my phone started blowing up. Niece 2 - the maid of honor - asked if I knew where the rings were. No? Why would I ever know that or have them? Absolute clown shoes. But apparently they were eventually found because rings were exchanged. We had some time to kill between photos and the ceremony and I opted to sit in the hot chapel rather than deal with MIL. Really put the hairspray and makeup setting to the test and give my nerves a break.

Ceremony: Started near on time I think? E looked very nice walking MIL down the aisle and MP almost looked normal. Her vows were lovely and she must see a different side of him because words like “kindness” and “sense of humor” were used and uh OK sure. His vows were also really nice so not sure who wrote them. The officiant is a friend/former employer of MP who is churchy so the ceremony referenced a lot about MP being the spiritual leader of the household. I tried not to gag.

Quite a few people had to stand outside thanks to the groom inviting too many people. Although I noticed an empty pew and thought “Hmm, the coordinator should invite people to come inside if they want” but it was probably cooler outside, tbh.

Photos took what felt like forever, but that’s where MP thanked me and E specifically for everything we’ve done and all our support. Weird!

Cocktail Hour and Reception: We got no food (see: standing around for photos) but I hit the chardonnay and got a good look at Niece’s other side of the family. Her redneck uncle wore a dirty baseball cap and had his (empty) gun holster on his belt. Stay classy, bro.

This is where the question of “What have you been DOING for a year?” is answered and that answer is signs. So many signs. And thank goodness because if there wasn’t a “Mr. and Mrs.” sign every two feet would I know this is a wedding? If there’s no “Welcome” sign on the cake table would I feel welcomed? Lucky for me I’ll never need to wonder for there were signs, signs, everywhere a sign blockin’ out the scenery, breakin’ my mind. No seriously my brain couldn’t process the sheer volume of decor. Someone take away that girl’s Cricut ASAP. The concept of “less is more” is generally lost on E’s family so I wasn’t surprised per se; if there’s an empty spot on a table you can rest assured that someone will fill it, most likely with a sign. Burlap might be involved too.

Speaking of: the wine bottle/beer growler/clear bottle with twinkle lights centerpieces were... there. Niece made them. I cannot imagine they were cheaper than small floral arrangements with some votives but that also doesn’t “capture their personalities” which is apparently “wine and beer.”

The food was buffet and from a barbecue place and fine, I guess? Beans, mac and cheese, chicken, very dry beef of some sort from what I could tell, a green salad with a choice of ranch or Italian, and a dinner roll. One of Niece’s friends said it was the best wedding food she’s ever had. God bless these small town kids!

We were seated with some of Niece’s other family, Redneck Uncle and....drumroll... Grifter Sister’s daughter and her boyfriend/father of her four children. Grifter was unable to make it since her other daughter had a baby that week and she was sticking around to help (the unvaccinated father has Covid). GS’s daughter is very soft-spoken and seems nice enough. I think she has a lot of thoughts about meeting the family and likes everyone well enough but is less pushy? Anyway, we were impressed they made the trek considering they have only met us and the bride once.

After dinner was over, MIL went to the cabin to change into a t-shirt and shorts. I am not joking. She also missed all of the toasts because she was outside doing lord knows what. Last night she complained about how upset she was and I rolled my eyes at E. Maybe don’t LEAVE the reception?

First dance, father-daughter dance, mother-son dance, AND a mother-daughter dance which was very sweet. SIL and Niece invited her stepmom to join partway through and hopefully the videographer didn’t catch MIL having a fit about that.

I stood in for a breastfeeding Niece 2 for the bouquet toss and didn’t try hard lol. Before the garter toss, I saw a guy pick up a guitar and looked at E to say “Anyway here’s Wonderwall” and next thing I knew MP had a microphone and was singing to Niece who was sitting in a chair on the dance floor. I would have dropped dead if that were me but hey, whatever, man.

Niece got an idea for the cake cutting (when we take away her Cricut can we cut off her access to Pinterest?) called “Who Takes the Cake?” There are two jars, one each for the bride and groom are guests are encouraged to put cash in one (or both?). Whoever has the least amount of money gets cake smashed in their face. Here is where I point out that cake-smashing at a wedding is 1) tacky 2) an early predictor of divorce 3) fucking tacky. Yes I’m a buzzkill. This was her alternative to a money dance, which I also find tacky but understand has cultural significance to some. But these are just white people. Their culture is ranch dressing. And cake smashing. E and I declined to participate at all, and I heard no cake was smashed but she smeared some frosting on him. Sure.

I saw a few people drinking cocktails and inquired at the bar and was told that only the groom or groomsmen - not even the bride or bridesmaids! - would have to order for me, since they were the only ones authorized to do so. MP ordered me a shot and I’m not sure what stung more: the tequila or the raging inequity and entitlement. SIL said something about how they felt it was important to invest their money in the venue (which was pretty but my kingdom for consistent air conditioning) and alcohol. Oh you mean the alcohol he won’t share? Because the stuff available to us plebes wasn’t that impressive.

Niece later told me that they had a lot of no-shows. Like, several of “his” tables were only at 50% capacity. But per MP, every person he invited was incredibly important and would be upset if they didn’t receive an invitation.

After Party, If You Want to Call It That: SIL, her date (more on him later), E, and I joined the wedding party and some friends to have a drink. Things were fine at first but we excused ourselves after MP kept making incredibly crude comments (”jokes”) about his sex life with Niece and what he was going to do to her that night. And look: I’m the Sex Positive Aunt and I’m not of the “OMG no, my precious baby niece simply can’t be having sex” mindset. But I don’t want to hear about THAT guy being the other party. SIL and E both said thing to the effect of “hey, that might be a bit much” and he continued so again, we excused ourselves and didn’t help with any clean up. Felt good. Felt right.

The Morning After: I woke up thinking I’d watch some F1 racing in bed until brunch was served and then we’d be on our way. SIL said something to the effect of “OK, see you up at the reception site when you’re done with your coffee!” I’m sorry, what? Free accommodations are never free, I guess, and it was expected we’d participate in clean up. And you know what? In theory I am cool with that but again: chaos reigns. “Where do these leftovers/these flowers/whatever go?” No one knows! How? Why? Is this hell? It might be!

To my genuine surprise, MIL did not ask if we were coming back to the house to visit (which would be roughly 2 hours out of our way but when has our convenience or comfort stopped her?).

The drive home was uneventful. We’d ride in silence for a bit and then one of us would pipe up with a “Hey, what was up with...?” type of comment and we’d discuss, sigh, and sit in silence again for a bit. Sweet, merciful silence aside from music. Bliss.

If you read all of this you are literally braver than any US Marine. Individual grievance-airing and shit-talking and gossip to come. I’m sure you’re excited.

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snezfics-n-shit · 7 months

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Sicktember Day 20: Cramping Pain

Fandom: Ace Attorney Characters: Maya Fey, Phoenix Wright, Dick Gumshoe, Pearl Fey, Godot, Larry Butz, channeled!Mia Fey Notes: So this idea quite literally came to me in a dream last night so I am obligated to write it. Maya’s very clearly not doing so great during a long-awaited investigation reunion of sorts. She insists she’s fine, though, because it has been way too long since she’s had the opportunity to not only investigate with Nick but also see some familiar faces. Of course, it’s Sicktember, there’s no such thing as “fine!” Again, set post-SoJ for timeline purposes, no real big spoilers beyond T&T here, just that it’s been a good while since Maya and Nick got the chance for an old fashioned investigation. There are small mentions of background Magshoe, Fradrian, Miego, and past Feychols, but nothing really impactful on the story.

“... And that’s when he showed me his sword collection! One of them looked just like the one the Steel Samurai used in episode–” Maya’s retelling of last weekend’s events was once again cut off by a wince and instinctive press of both her hands on her abdomen.

“Maya, I’m starting to think you might not be feeling up to today’s investigation. You know, you can go back to the office any time and use one of the heating pads there. Athena and Trucy made sure the bathroom cabinet’s fully stocked, too…” Phoenix dug through his suit pockets to find the office key he was more than ready to hand over. Maya already had the original office key, but after an incident with Trucy attempting to pick locks while blindfolded, both the office door’s lock and key needed replacements.

“No, Nick, it’s not cramps like that! I’m on the pill, anyway.” Maya took a deep breath through clenched teeth as pain waved over her once again. “It’s kinda… worse,” she held up her right hand to stop Phoenix from interjecting, “but I can handle it! Trust me, Nick!”

“Alright.” Phoenix had no intention of arguing with Maya, especially when they both were eagerly looking forward to this investigation. “Wait, I thought you weren’t allowed to go on the pill. Kurain politics and all that.”

“I’m breaking the cycle.” Maya shrugged with as much of a grin as she could muster.

“Aw man, you were the one who broke my bicycle, pal?” The familiar voice of Detective Gumshoe joined the conversation, though he clearly lacked enough context. “I mean, it’s not that bad with my new salary, but I wish you would’ve told me!”

“Detective Gumshoe!” Maya ignored the misguided accusation and ran into a hug with the scruffy detective. He wasn’t very scruffy anymore; in fact, it was so clear he had recently shaved that Maya could smell the aftershave on him. The strong chemical smell made her nose run, but she didn’t care. She missed the big guy so much! “It’s been forever! How’ve you been? How’s Maggey? How’s–”

“Woah, woah! Calm down.” Gumshoe chuckled heartily. “Maggey and I have been doing fine. Missile’s been dealing with a bit of arthritis lately, but the vet said he’s in otherwise great shape.”

“Aw, poor old guy.” Maya’s eyes wettened in sympathy. “I hope he’s not in too much pain–!!” Speak of the devil, her own pain was making itself known again.

“Did I hug you too tight, pal?” Gumshoe stepped back to give Maya some space. He waited a few seconds to see if she would be alright, only for her to still be doubled over in pain.

“Maya!!” Phoenix couldn’t help but shout. A memory of his daughter flashed in his mind, prompting him to feel Maya’s forehead out of pure instinct. “Gumshoe! Get an ambulance! I think it might be her appendix!”

“On it, pal!”

. . .

The nurses told him that she’d be fine, so why was Phoenix’s mind still playing a loop of everything that could go wrong? Was it because he should have figured out what was going on sooner? Was it because he remembered Trucy’s medicated ramblings about Houdini’s demise prior to her own appendectomy? The latter certainly didn’t help, especially when he was sure that was a moment his family could look back on with light laughter in the future. Clearly, whatever that future was hadn’t come yet.

“Is Mystic Maya okay?” Pearl’s arrival and worried questioning brought Phoenix back to the present. “I would’ve come sooner, but Mr. Godot got pulled over…”

It made sense for Godot to come with, now that Phoenix really thought about it. His relationship with Mia essentially made Maya family in all but blood. With the Kurain Channeling Technique, Mia’s death was hardly an obstacle for that, at least once Godot was finally free from the grasp of needing to find someone, anyone to blame for what happened.

“Surgery wrapped up about a half hour ago. The last nurse I spoke to said she’s still asleep, but she should be fine.” Stating the situation aloud helped Phoenix to calm his own worries.

“So help me if anything–” Godot started, but quickly calmed himself once Phoenix’s words registered and he saw Pearl’s relieved expression. “I’m, uh, glad she’s doing alright.” He corrected his initial angry tone.

“Is it okay if Mr. Godot and I make a trip to the gift shop?” Pearl asked. “We saw some Pink Princess themed ‘Get Well’ balloons on our way here.”

“Sure,” Phoenix nodded, “I’ll, uh, be here and let you know if we can see her once you get back.”

. . .

Phoenix wasn’t sure if Maya had woken up well before the last time he checked in with the nurse or Pearls and Godot just took a really long time buying nearly every Steel Samurai and Pink Princess themed item they could afford at the hospital gift shop. Either way, the three of them were not at all the first visitors Maya received.

Larry was right there at Maya’s bedside, puzzling Phoenix because he was in such a rush that he hadn’t had an opportunity to inform anyone besides Pearls.

“Nick!” A unison greeting from the two beckoned him closer.

“Larry was reading one of his books to the kids in the hospital playroom.” Maya explained happily, but she still sounded groggy. “He was on his way out when he saw me in the window.”

“Not a lot of people have a topknot quite like Maya’s.” Larry laughed before returning his attention to the recovering patient. “Franzy and Adrian hope you get well soon, by the way, and Edgey’s boarding a flight here as we speak.”

“Please tell me you were at least aware of what was fully going on before you told anyone.” Phoenix pleaded, not wanting a repeat of the time Larry had nearly everyone convinced he had died after falling into Eagle River.

“Well, uh, not really…” Larry answered sheepishly.

“It’s okay! I’m okay with my condition being shrouded in mystery.” Maya smiled. “You need to lighten up, Nick.”

That was easy to say when Maya wasn’t the one internally panicking in the waiting room over what sounded like a matter of life and death.

“That reminds me, Pearls and Godot are here, too.” Phoenix gestured to the open door, not sure what was taking the two so long until the pair walking in did not include Pearl. Well, technically, Pearl was there, but…

“Sis!” Maya recognized Mia right away.

“Mia?” Phoenix pulled his channeled mentor aside. “What about Pearls?”

“She figured Maya would want to see me first.” Mia handed over a Get Well card filled to the brim with Pearl’s handwriting. “She did a great job of filling me in, too. Now, if you’ll excuse me…” She wiggled her arm free from Phoenix’s loose grasp and went back over to Maya’s bedside, which Larry happily stepped aside from to give Mia priority.

Godot stood next to Phoenix, giving him a look encouraging him to let the sisters have their moment. Even if Phoenix was a little intimidated by the close proximity, it was clear Godot had no hostile intentions toward him, which still felt almost foreign, if Phoenix was being honest.

“I’m gonna look so badass with this scar!” Maya beamed. It was almost like Mia’s presence alone boosted her energy significantly. “You know, when Penny and I were going out, I think she had a scar like this, too. I’m gonna text her a pic once I can get out of bed without feeling like I’m about to keel over.”

“Sounds like you still need a lot of rest.” Mia observed. “Do you want to go back to sleep?”

“Noooooo!” Maya protested. “I was gonna watch the Samurai Series DVDs that Nick borrowed, that is, if he felt bad enough for me to finally return them.” Though she still wanted those DVDs back, her teasing was lighthearted.

“I returned them!” Phoenix interrupted to object.

“Not all of them!” Maya turned back to Mia and lowered her voice. “He’s been holding on to the Sniffling Samurai box set for way too long.”

“Oh, has he?” Mia raised a brow. “A curious choice for someone you’ve told me swears up and down that the Samurai Series stopped being good after the Rainbow Samurai.” She shot Phoenix a devilish grin.

“Alright, I’m going straight home to return them and grab the portable DVD player, too.” Phoenix threw his hands up. “Do you want anything else?”

“Maybe some lunch?” Maya suggested innocently, almost too innocently. “The usual, please!” There it was, turning the suggestion into a demand.

Phoenix sighed and left, with Godot and Larry following him just after a wave and some goodbyes in order to give the sisters their time alone.

“So, what else have you been up to, Maya?” Mia continued the conversation once the crowd left. “I’ve heard you caused a stir with some of the older folks back home.”

“Oh, like you wouldn’t believe!” Maya started. “See, it started a couple years ago when I decided…”

The sisters went on to discuss all kinds of matters, filling each other in on various events. Maya spoke mostly about her efforts in making the village a better place, using her power as master whenever anyone tried preventing her hometown from trying anything new. Mia had some updates on the sights she was able to see while channeled by various trainees around the country; being a sort of celebrity within the Fey clan had its perks like that.

When Phoenix returned with the lunch, returned DVDs, and portable DVD player, he simply quietly set the bags near the bed before heading out to let Mia and Maya keep chatting.

What a lucky woman Maya was, to have a sister who refused to let even death itself prevent her from checking in on her when she was in the hospital.

Not many people could say they had a sister like that, could they?

#snez attorney #my writing #my fics #sicktember #sicktember 2023

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fulcrumstardust · 2 years

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Is the beach scene any more out of character than anything they've done with Cassian's backstory so far? I don't think so. I don't get why this is the part people have a problem with.

Look. I don't know about "people" but I can tell you why I have a problem with it and I assume since you slid into my inbox you're kinda interested to hear it? 😂

full disclosure I assumed he was doing drugs and I was eww no thanks, but apparently he's just eating bread or whatever but that doesn't change my sentiment about it

first off it's not because something is great that you can't criticize it. This whole beach sequence is tonally off. It's like the first draft of a script that was kept despite everything else being revised and improved. The writing is weird and subpar to what we've had so far. You can give writers the same ideas and they will come up with things totally different. I've talked about it with friends and we've all picked up on it so it's not just me going crazy.

It gave me casino royale stereotypical cliché bullshit of sad boi going to party drink and fuck to drown his sorrow. Do I think it makes sense for Cassian to get away and have fun to distract himself from the horrific reality of his life? Yes. Do I think they could have done it better? Also yes. Then you have the KX apparition and I just lost it.

We are in the middle of a scene about racial profiling and police brutality. And they give us a weird joke about "hanging" there while he's being choked to death? Played for laughs? While another dude is being beaten up in the background and it's framed as "humorous". In MY ANDOR? They've *never* done that before. And I know why they did it, I know ok, fanservice yada yada call back to Jyn WHATEVER. But they spent so much energy to make sure the show was grounded and gritty, sometimes downright depressing, and this felt so jarring in contrast. Especially in such a horrific context. I saw people being excited about that part because 'K2SO', and good for them. I'm not and I have a right to? This whole scene felt more star wars than the entire show and I'm not saying it as a compliment. *shrugs*

I still love the show, I still love everything else. For the record, I think Cassian's backstory is great if they could stop fucking up his age or something and not "out of character", it makes sense to me if you don't look too closely mmh. I still have feelings about some stuff. But I just hate that beach sequence. And that's that on that. Thank you. 😂

#replies #anon #andor spoilers #do you regret asking yet lol

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therhythmafterthesummer · 1 year

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I just realised I only subscribe to one person. And it's you! You're so interactive with us, it's worth it!!

That makes me sound awkward. I mean I am awkward. But it's because you post so much about the background of your stories, of the universes you create. I don't want to miss anything. If I were to be on a quiz show I would want my speciality to be your worlds.

*shrugs*

bestie i'm clinically awkward. i've been diagnosed with Awkward sdkjfhksjdfh

and omg not you getting notifications for things i post... are you not getting tired of me??? hahah (although i do try not to spam much.......not sure if i succeed)

i always have the time of my life answering y'all's question and expanding on the worlds of my fics and giving more context skjdfskjdfh it's so fun, so i'm glad you have fun, too 🥺

#notastraykid #ask

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anthrofreshtodeath · 2 years

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for the writing-background ask, trigonometry chapter 2 (on mobile so pardon any weird formatting)

"Jane was stalking the grounds around the house Maura currently kneeled in, her attitude strangely dour, even for a Sunday morning on which she could have been sleeping in. Well, it seemed strange to her partner, and Barry had said as much when Jane suddenly announced she was going to inspect the perimeter. It was strange to her brother, too, and Frankie had scoffed when she clipped his shoulder on her way out. Hell's wrong with her? He asked the two of them.

Maura shrugged, only able to lie corporeally. She supposed she knew why Jane was upset. Jane had tried to convince her countless times that sleeping with Tommy was not a good idea. And, she had directly opposed all those warnings and slept with him the night before anyway. It had been satisfying like she knew it would be; he was in shape and he was kind and he looked very nice in her bed. But, Jane thought that that meant there were feelings, and Maura also knew that even if she tried to convince Jane that sex didn't mean love just as hard as Jane tried to convince her that sex with Tommy was a disaster, they wouldn't get anywhere. The entanglement of orgasm and emotion was as ingrained in Jane as anything else, and she really would see it as a great tragedy if Maura, someone as bright and rich and accomplished as Maura, had emotions for her youngest brother

Maura did have emotions for Tommy, but not those kind, and even if the only thing she felt for him was attraction, Jane wouldn't understand. Sigh. Perhaps some kind of apology was in order..."

i specifically chose this because it's shortly after the beginning of jane's jealousy/inkling of feelings for maura, even if she's unaware. it introduces the main conflict, and also jane's pining is also prevalent in cmwhs, pyrite, & cafuddári, for different reasons, and to a lesser extent in others.

Thanks for playing, friend! The only thing I won't do from the previous post is make puns because I hate them 😅

But as for the play-by-play for this scene, let's dig in, because I really like it. I chose to put this realization on Maura's part in the context of a crime scene because I wanted Trigonometry to feel like a storyline in the show. Jane is always in her element on the job, and I think it was important for Maura to see how her actions were affecting Jane the Detective, you know? Not that Jane was slipping, but rather that she was retreating into herself because the hunt is what is most comfortable and comforting to her when she experiences turmoil.

It's early on in the story because it establishes Jane's relationships to her partner, her brother, and Maura. It's an easy way to sketch out the world while remaining rooted in the main issue: Maura sleeping with Tommy when Jane said no.

At this point, in Jane's mind, she's just upset because she really doesn't think Tommy is good enough for Maura, and she's really afraid that Maura will get hurt by Tommy, because everyone does. But of course she's pining. She's very chivalrous, but she wants Maura. I wanted that to be obvious to literally everyone but her. And, well, Maura missed it, too. But the point of this story is that they're dumb lol.

In Maura's mind, she struggles with being an independent woman and doing whatever feels good to her and hurting Jane. I think, before Jane, she didn't really have to worry about the impact her decisions would have on others. Not that she made bad ones (I don't even think her decision to sleep with Tommy was a mistake, given she is as unaware of Jane's feelings as Jane is), but she was alone for a lot of her life. This scene is her working through the fact that she now might have to think about Jane and how Jane feels when she chooses things. It's a subtle kind of intimacy, the thinking of your loved one when you decide stuff, that long proceeds their sexual relationship.

Hope that's sufficient! Thank you again!

#ask anthrofreshtodeath

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ilsminho · 2 years

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hullo hullo! i'm autumn ( s/h, 21+ ) and this is my college dropout + conspiracy theorist, hwang minho! no context he reminds me a bit of this but i promise he means well! i’ve got his stats and background here if you’d like to give it a read, but it’s pretty hastily written so you may be better off reading whatever’s under the cut! please give this post a like and i’ll come to you for plots ♡ thanks guys & i’m really excited to be here!

gemini sun / aquarius moon / scorpio rising

think eddie munson from stranger things and john bender from the breakfast club! if i had to sum him up into a song, it’ll be teenage dirtbag by wheatus!

off the bat i’m going to disclose that he’s got that strong avoidant attachment, so that’s pretty much going to be the undertone of all his interactions! he gets really uncomfortable with vulnerability and closeness and the most conversation you’re going to get out of him is when he’s rambling about whatever conspiracy theory he’s investigating next! if you’re really close to him, he’ll even show you his conspiracy wall 🤩

as for his backstory: his parents were high school sweethearts! parents are from very different backgrounds—dad is from a family of fishermen and mom is from some super christian upper middle class family, so when they found out they were pregnant with him a few years out of high school, they were forced into a shotgun wedding. didn’t go well! they found out the hard way that living together with adult responsibilities + a child is very different from being recklessly in love as teens, so towards the end of their seven-year marriage, they really hated each other’s guts

when minho’s seven-ish, dad files for a divorce. there’s a custody battle and in the end mom gets him for weekdays, dad gets him for weekends

everything seems to have worked itself out until his mom tells him she’s getting married to some pastor from church! they play happy family and start popping out minho’s half-siblings, and minho’s kind of shrugged off to his dad cause he doesn’t really fit into their pretty picture. no big deal, he’s always liked his dad more anyway

until a year later when dad falls for a high-strung woman who’s weirdly jealous of his past and doesn’t like the idea of minho existing, so now he’s being shrugged off to his mom and their parents get into huge arguments about who’s taking minho for the week

throughout all of this, minho starts to get the idea that his parents were somehow abducted and replaced by aliens. it’s the only thing that made any logical sense to him, because they used to fight to have him and now they’re being really cold and distant, and a kid like him on the dark web reading reddit posts about people being possessed by aliens makes his brain go whirr

also starts to get the idea that he has to save his parents. he reads on reddit that aliens cannot come into too much contact with water, so he empties a bucket of water on his mom and gets the beating of his life. he hears from other conspiracy forums that aliens need to bask in the full moon to recharge, so he’s tracking moon phases and camping outside his father’s door. hears that aliens can’t cross the town lines, so he runs off knowing that his father would chase after him and cross the town line. basically a menace to society

as he grows older, he sort of gives up on his parents but his love for conspiracy theories never fades. even though he never really tests his parents anymore because none of them have worked ( because.... some of them are just really dumb and also his parents are not aliens ) he likes to think that there’s some explanation for why they sort of... ditched him

meanwhile in school, he was just a huge emo kid and because he’s so obsessed with his conspiracy theories, he pretty much got bullied for most of his schooling years! his teachers don’t really like him either cause he’s not a stellar student, is constantly sleeping in class and never hands in his homework

somehow, he manages to make it into a bachelor of science, majoring in physics in daeseong uni. doesn’t last long because he’s failing too many units and drops out in his second year, but throughout his college years, he managed to snag a part time job at cha ko latte as their barista and still works there even after dropping out! it’s one of the things he really enjoys!

plot ideas: uni and hs friends please! potentially even a bully from his hs days? / i’d love for him to have neighbours too! anyone from yeonhwa-gil ( dad’s place ) or yonghaeng-ro ( mom’s place ) please lmk! / i see him to have a pretty tight-knit group of conspiracy theorists ( sort of like the hellfire club ) ... would be cool / anyone wanna hear him ramble about his conspiracies? oorr aliens who think he’s hilarious because he’s so off or alternatively, them getting antsy because out of his 100 wrong ideas, he gets one right / humans who he suspects are aliens, it’s likely he’ll be playing a lot of ‘pranks’ on you but i promise he doesn’t mean to annoy you, he’s just very invested in his experiments

#╰ ––––––– 👽 ✧ OUT OF CHARACTER .#ilsintro #a little late to the party but i'm here!

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dutchforstrangers · 2 years

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Taichi Yagami week 2022 Day 2 - Friends

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For context see this post here.

Day 2: Friends | Characters: Taichi Yagami & Jyou Kido | Wordcount: 443

'What's more important,' Big Panda asked, 'the journey or the destination?' 'The company,' Little Dragon said. - Page 12

Seven/Eleven friends

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“What did she say?”

“You’ve got to understand that it’s not always about what you are doing or where you are going, Yagami-san. It’s also about who’s helping you along the way and most importantly, it’s about you accepting that help.”

He let those words pass his racing mind over and over again.

“Eh, something with accepting help from people who have been reaching out to me all along I guess?”

“Do you think she was right?” Jyou asked him as he put on another bandage on the wounded Digimon. His words sounded soft, but Taichi knew he was digging in his own way.

Taichi shrugged.

With his hands in his pockets, Taichi walked a few steps, his eyes wandering, taking in the sight of the Digital World. The ground had taken him to countless of adventures, the river a guide to where they were heading to. Back when they were just kids fighting in the Digital World that was both unknown and familiar, everything had been so clear. The road, the destination. But now…

All the dragging from the past few years had made his vision foggy, as if everything was hazy in front of his eyes and in his mind. He couldn’t think straight and now that the therapy sessions were coming to an end, he knew he had to clear that vision very soon.

It sure wasn’t easy though. He sighed and directed his eyes to the ground, his head too heavy for his neck to carry.

“You know, Taichi-kun, it’s okay to let someone lend you a hand,” Jyou said, the hand on Taichi’s shoulder making his words even more powerful. “Besides, we’d all love to help.”

As he broke his stare and turned his head to look at Jyou, his beloved Digital World in the background, the fog in front of his eyes and in his head did slightly lift. He remembered how these grounds had not only carried him over paths filled with adventures, but also Jyou and all of the other ‘DigiDestineds’. This world gave him a sense of home, but it were the seven, or actually eleven, friends that made it worth it in the end.

“One day I’ll get there,” Taichi said nodding confidently while looking away in the distance. In the corner of his eyes, he could see Jyou turn his head as well, assumably in an attempt to see what Taichi was looking at.

“Get where?” Jyou questioned him, his trademark confusion audibly seeping through.

“I don’t know,” Taichi laughed, for the first time since long showing someone the Yagami grin he was known for. “That’s what I have friends for, right?”

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#taichi yagami week #taichiweek2022 #digimon fanfiction by DFS #taichi yagami #jyou kido #tai kamiya #joe kido #digimon #here with you #taichi #tai #jyou #joe #taichi x jyou

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