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julysn · 1 month

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fanfic ideas

(i would totally write these if i felt motivated. but i don’t. so now u have to listen to me.)

fandoms i had in mind: south park, unwind dystology, tcoaal. but these can be used for any fandom.

a/n: HI HELLO i would like to see these happen. so im dumping it on YOU. you’re welcome. most are x reader focused bc i have wrote those all my life, but u can switch these up idgaf

writers i see u sprinting at me from a mile away. it’s okay. slow down bookie. it’s okay i’m here.

ALSO IF YOU USE THESE GIVE CREDIT FOR INSPO 🙏 just put my user somewhere visible on the masterlist/notes or tag me 😉 it’s not that hard pookie

# south park ──

and yes u can use these ideas for any other piece of media. just give credit i am BEGGING 😭🙏🙏

— … unwind au. HELLO DO WE SEE THE VISION WTF?? cmon guys. stan and kyle being connor and hayden WTF DO U GUYS SEE IT wjat. kyle as connor definitely they’re pretty similar imo

— fingerbang au where it has four separate endings for the main four. but y/n is a stylist/manager/makeup artist (if u need it.. look up kpop fics for inspo)

— instead of tolkien and his parents moving in across tegridy farms, it’s y/n. yeah that’s all i got

— doubling down except heidi’s y/n, and y/n doesn’t get back with cartman.

this was one i attempted writing a WHILEEE ago but never really. yk. got the hang of it.

but basically to sum the idea up, it’ll be the entire doubling down episode except extended. like, it could play it longer and extra scenes (ex. extension of the dinner scene where they make fun of cartman to heidi, every scene in the montage written out)

— childhood best friends to enemies to lovers where y/n had a big fight w the love interest days before they moved. but then they move back to south park and (not surprisingly) they got a glow up and they’re hot now! so everyone tries to flirt w them but the love interest catches their eye and they’re still enemies ofc but they catch feelings

— this is more of a oneshot, but y/n asks someone (or a set of people) to get matching sanrio pajama pants. yeah. do whatever stinks

— high school au. where y/n is a sad emo loser and the love interest is popular. and they lose a bet and have to ask solemn little y/n out but y/n says yes so the love interest is like “….. im gonna break up with them after three months.” but (spoiler alert) THEY FALL IN LOVE!

bonus points for angst w happy ending. like y/n finds out about the bet or something and then the love interest is like “NO PLS. I NEED U. U DONR GET ME” and they’re vulnerable and desperate and y/n’s like “okay! 😊😊”

idea. hi. i have idea. y/n gets bullied for dating love interest so they’re protecting sad little y/n bc they feel bad and it’s really cute and love interest thinks “…….:…. why is y/n kinda cute.”

— DETECTIVE KYLE X CRIMINAL Y/N PLEASE IM BEGGING??? i Love him i Need This. ARAAAAHHHHH

— angel y/n who is pure and innocent but NOT NAIVE! please do not make y/n sound like how those 2013 wattpad fics would’ve made her sound. demon love interest.

is it just me or y/n is a separate entity. she’s banging every character in existence like what. also i’m not religious so i wouldn’t really know about this stuff

# unwind dystology ──

— au where risa isn’t in a state home and she has cool foster parents. and she has to babysit lucas but one day she meets connor bc he’s home (shocker!) and they become friends and he slowly stops being away from home to see her 💘💞🩷

— CAN WE GET SOME X READER UNWIND FICS PLEASE

— au where y/n gets hired to be connor and risa’s bodyguard. and risa has her gay awakening so connor and y/n get to know each other and fall in love!

— blind date hayconrisa. how will this happen? idk ask urself

— high school au. again. why am i so obsessed w high school au’s IM BARELY EVEN A FRESHMEN DAWG 😭 but anyways fake dating haycon. like maybe connors trying to escape from his admirers so he agrees to fake date hayden.

surprise surprise. THEY FALL IN LOVE THOSE GAY FUCKERS

— mermaid risa x sailors connor and hayden. i live laugh love hayconrisa.

— jackson wang party and hayden gets DRUNK (boy u are not old enough to be drinking!) so connor takes him home and takes care of him

— rockstar au. do we smell it

— guardian angel hayden who is never serious to the point connor’s like “….. are u seriously my guardian angel wtf”. but haycon. i lov haycon

— LIFEGUARD AU. LIFEGUARD CONNOR IS THE HOTTEST THING I HAVE EVER THOUGHT OF. WHERE ARE THE ARTISTS I NEED U

— risa or hayden has to tutor connor bc his dumbass is failing every subject (high school au)

— underage smoking + shotgun kisses in the graveyard…,,…. hayden somehow gets weed so he shares it w connor and risa and maybe haycon/conrisa shotgun kisses oneshot. hear me out hello

— yo chat can we get some more unwind angst w happy ending

— greek god/goddess au? dunno how that’s gonna work but i just came up w it

— LOVE BAND AU. connor being sad emo guitarist with a hot keyboardist girlfriend

— au where lev did clap at happy jack…,…

# tcoaal ──

i cooked way too hard w these. someone better write one of them and tag me (we’ll get married in a gorgeous cathedral if u do… 🌝)

also IK THESE ARE MORE FLESHED OUT THAN MY SP AND UNWIND ONES! it’s bc i prefer multi-chapter tcoaal fics

— me trying not to mention unwind au whenever i think of writing fics for other fandoms. NO BUT SEEEEE it would work so well. like maybe the graves parents wanna unwind ashley and andrew somehow finds out so him and ashley run away (andrews.. uh, 17? and ashley’s 15 prob. u gotta know the unwind lore for this to work)

maybe they’re like starkey when he killed that juvey cop. maybe they do kill juvey cops. maybe

— 1980s AU OMG where it takes place in the united states (did europe have a lot of arcades back then? but anyways. the united states had more arcades so let’s just say it takes place there) and andrew is the sad emo loser at the prize counter.

and y/n is babysitting for some kids when she (not specifically fem reader but i have a habit of using she/her when talking about y/n…) decides to take them to the arcade bada bing bada boom

and the two meet at the prize counter and they hit it off really well despite andrew being an absolute ass. and the kids are like “….. are they flirting” so then y/n begins to take them to the arcade more often to see andrew 💞💞🩷💘💘💞 and they get to know each other outside of him being at work

— nsfw ashley x y/n x andrew threesome smut where they take turns FUCKING y/n RAW!

w/ plot: ashley and andrew are both head over heels for y/n and they’re arguing over who gets to have you because.. um. idk. and then y/n shows up somehow and she’s like “guys what—“ and they immediately begin flirting with her

so she’s like “i like the both of u WANNA SEX” or something (cmon im not good at porn w plot) so they… yeah. they BANG!

— government detective/officer y/n who gets sent to track down the graves siblings. she finds them w a colleague and is sent on an undercover mission to somehow befriend them, get close to them and lure them into a trap where they get arrested

but in the process (surprise surprise) she falls for them! and there’s four separate endings. one for if y/n picked to save andrew, one if y/n picked ashley, one if y/n picked both and somehow kept her job and one if y/n eventually hid her feelings and just let both get arrested!

maybe even some epilogue chapters for all of the choices. like for the first two it’s y/n getting spooned/spooning the other as they talk about what would’ve happened i’d they didn’t escape (bc y/n was smart and made the one who got caught walk in front) and the remaining sibling doesn’t know that y/n still works for the gov’t.. for the third one maybe y/n moves in w them and they’re all poly now? dunno. still thinking. and for the last choice maybe y/n felt guilty and went to visit them in prison to confess but they’re both extremely pissed

smut for this one would be crazy 😭 “technically i’m getting paid to get closer to them so it won’t matter if i let them make me cum right” typa sex idk

also. maybe y/n’s getting cornered in an alleyway by some creep and as she’s about to try and strike andrew and ashley save her! and that’s where the attraction starts because she’s like “wait.. they kinda have morals.. like kinda”

— now hear me out i might b cooking w this. rock band au. ashley does drums, andrew guitar, y/n something else maybe singer bc she’s a talented queen. and they’ve all been friends since childhood and ashley doesn’t really have a problem w y/n bc she hasn’t made romantic advances on andrew and occasionally lets the two hang out bc yk. ashley. anyways something something something idk

— i have one thing on my mind. catgirl + catboy ashley and andrew who both meet y/n as she’s their parents’ neighbor who’s smoking on her porch. and they approach her for some reason maybe andrew wants a cig and y/n is the funniest person alive so they both grow a liking to her

love love love catgirl ashley killing her victims and then poking them with her tail as andrew just stands there like wtf

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vtforpedro · 1 year

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update- TWs in tags

Thank you all very much for your replies to my last post. I’ve had zero energy this past week and yesterday was a very hard day. Got my decision in the mail and wow, they sure are long. It’s not good, folks!!! Not good at all. This guy is an SSA shill and I’m flabbergasted. Hopefully my attorney gets back to me next week asap because not only do I have grounds for an appeal, I believe I’ve been denied my rights by law. Some highlights from his decision. They’re very painful to read and my case manager way back in November of 2021 said that they love to tell people they’re disabled but here’s why you can work. Basically what this dude did but I’m seriously confused and angry. I think it also speaks to the type of person and biases he has. -I meet the disability insurance thing, as in he considers my record to start back in October 2015, which is how my attorney laid it out. And it’s true because that’s the last time I was able to work. -I am severely limited and cannot perform the work I once did. The work I once did was, uh, retail/customer service, and a ‘stay at home’ job if you will by being a caregiver to a veteran (my ex). -My disabilities as the SSA listed them: chiari malformation, leukemia, major depressive disorder recurrent, severe, PTSD w/dissociative affects, headache, s1 radiculopathy (nerve damage), and idiopathic intracranial hypertension (IIH, my number one enemy) -Chiari and leukemia aren’t considered disabilities, which I knew they wouldn’t be. I’m in remission and people often work with debilitating cancers even tho they should absolutely not have to. Let’s begin with what he got wrong lol -He dates that I got an EMG done in March of 2022 before the lumbar puncture. I did not get an EMG until September of 2022. The LP was in April of 2022. -Nerve damage. I have zero evidence of nerve damage in my medical record, according to him. Zero. I do not have a single symptom to suggest nerve damage and I need at least one from both ‘categories’ the SSA lists. But I have none. I was bedbound for eight months because of nerve damage. I had noted swelling (with pictures) of my paraspinal muscles which might have contributed. I had an EMG because of nerve pain. My dr ordered an EMG because of nerve pain. Shooting pain down my leg and numbness/tingling. Also the severe pain in my lower back causing me to not be able to sit up or walk without excruciating pain 💀 I was referred by my neuro to a pain specialist who really wanted to do steroid shots in my lumbar region FOR NERVE PAIN. I was in physical therapy for months to relearn how to like walk and sit up but also for NERVE PAIN. Legit have no words. It’s noted in my neuro’s and his PA’s file about the radiculopathy explaining what happened to me finally. Hhhhhh. -MDD/PTSD/suicidal ideation. I have extensive medical records going back to 2015--NPs, therapists, my psychiatrist, and the neuro psych eval I had in Sept of 2021 + more since. The eval is one of my most important medical documents. He said the medical evidence did not support major depression/anxiety/PTSD for 2+ years with no improvement, which is not factual. My medical records from my NP in 2015-2017 show how many medications I was on that did not work. How long I was in therapy because it did not work. My current psychiatrist is on my side and tells me every time I see him that I’ve been on everything and we’re limited lol I believe this summer I will be with him for two years alone. The judge notes I have no medical evidence of panic attacks despite them being listed in my medical record. At most of these places. Again. Plus the ER at the very beginning discuss panic attacks. This man read my neuro psych eval where she diagnosed me with those MH disorders (beyond already being diagnosed elsewhere). This is an intimately personal document because it details a SA that occurred in 2012 plus the abuse my ex put me through for 2yrs, which made me unable to work starting in 2015. She noted high concern for my well being as my suicidal ideation is, uh, high lmao and the effects of PTSD from multiple traumatic things. He said there is no evidence in my medical record beyond a depressive and anxious mood which do not fit the bill for MH disabilities. He completely ignored the neuro psych eval (and everything else) so I think that speaks volumes of the type of person he is. -IIH. This is where I get very angry. He lists it as something I was diagnosed with and it was in consideration, yet he completely fails to consider it. He considered ‘headaches’. Not IIH, not multi-feature chronic migraines that are well documented, not the recommended brain shunt by my neurosurgeon if pressure was high, which it was. He is, by SSA law, supposed to argue for/against the conditions listed. He didn’t. -Allegations. He says that the “allegations” I have made don’t completely match my medical records by, like, existing or severity. Except the things that he says I alleged but are not supported are because of IIH. Which he had plenty of medical evidence of + the burden of deciding I meet criteria for disability is on the SSA at this point. He has to by law complete my medical record himself once it goes to him (almost a year ago) so he has the entire picture to make an accurate and fair judgment. He says I allege symptoms not endorsed by medical record but they are symptoms of IIH lmao -He implies I lied (”allegations”). He said that in my records it has been noted I stopped driving once all this happened (dec 2019) and have not driven since. It is noted *everywhere*. But he says that I indicated I drove one (1) time in December 2021. Obviously, this is not true and I have no idea where he got this from. My mom was pissed because she has driven me everywhere for 3+ yrs lmao I have a feeling someone misheard me say dec 2019 for dec 2021, so the judge thinks this makes me a liar. He completely ignored the vocational expert’s testimony in the opposite way I have read happens--narrowing me down to 1 job, then 0, but deciding himself I could perform jobs like ‘mail clerk, router, or marker’ whatever the fuck those last two are. A dr who reviewed my case (I didn’t even know they did lkafaja) said I could only have occasional interactions with people. The judge said that he felt that was not true and increased it to frequent. I don’t trust people. At all. I never want to make friends irl again because it feels way too fucking vulnerable. This is in my medical records. Anyway. I truly believe I have grounds for an appeal b/c of mistakes he made and I hope my attorney agrees with that. The judge is not supposed to fuck up dates or ignore medical evidence entirely in his judgment. BY LAW. Angry, hurt, tired. Why does this keep happening to me lol why can one thing not go right but instead everything always gets worse. I feel like I try to put good out into the world when I can but it spits on me in return. I want to give up.

#vtforpedro personal #vtforpedro medical #mentioned abuse and SA noted by a medical record #mental health stuff re disability decision #does anyone know disability law lol #in the great us of a #i'm so tired

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coffeeheartaddict2 · 2 years

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Edenbrook under Caroline Bloom.

During the first half of 2021, Caroline Bloom took over the hospital from her ex husband Leland.

Caroline was a fan of the medical research being done and made moves to work closely with the FDA to streamline processes to get studies to FDA stages quicker.

Before Naveen retired he confided to Caroline his hopes for the free clinic and how the diagnostics team would be apart of this. Naveen declined to run it but agreed to have the clinic named after him. Ethan was recommended to run this clinic and the hybrid chief/practitioner role was born to make it more enticing to Ethan.

Casey was offered the role of Team leader at the recommendation of Tobias but she wanted to earn her stripes first. Tobias then suggests that they run the team together which Caroline approves.

After the various court cases wrapped up, Caroline worked to drop the Bloom from the hospital name. It was back to being Edenbrook.

Casey and Tobias recruited Baz back to the team and after an extensive interview process, Dr Aurora Emery won out.

The clinic went from strength to strength and so did the team. Mid way through 2023 Tobias starts talks to expand the team. The team is to be split into research and practice.

The plans come to fruition in 2024 and Tobias leads the research arm and Casey the medical practice. Aurora is Casey’s second in command.

During this time Casey gets involved in advocacy for education and access for sexual health for women abs those of the lgbtiq + community , abortion as well as general women’s health especially in the poorer areas of Boston and Massachusetts as a whole.

Aurora is in charge of the team when Casey takes Maternity leave for much of 2025.

Some of the research breakthroughs that occur:

A drug that stops organ rejection when a person who is IgA deficient is receiving an organ- the brothers Mirani are the researchers behind this.

Elijah’s gene therapy study to regain movement in immobile people is a success

Tobias, at the encouraging of Casey and Raf investigates how the maitotoxin antidote can be used with other toxins, it can and Tobias and his research team win an award.

Ethan writes a follow up book to Diagnostic Principles and he co-authors a book with Casey about her advocacy work with women’s health.

In 2026, Caroline is ready to step down from CEO of Edenbrook. Her niece Evelyn Knight takes over as CEO. Caroline as a parting gift opens a clinic in one of the poorer areas of Boston that also has a high poc representation. Casey is offered the role of director of this clinic but turns it down as she feels a non poc would not be well received. She recommends that Aurora take the role which she agrees too. Casey spends some of her time practicing at the clinic. The clinic is named after Delores Hudson.

Meanwhile the DT has a presence in the paediatric ward with Sienna Trinh. This branching out of the team is a great success.

Casey has her first keynote in 2027 at the medical symposium in Miami.

Jackie takes a role in administering the intern and residency program. She thrives in this role and as time goes on applications for the residency applications grow.

Ethan steps down as chief in 2035. He cites family reasons for stepping down, Hudson is at school and Alexis is not far off starting. He stays as an attending for another 5 years before retiring.

After retirement he writes a memoir of his time as chief and his book paves way for other hospitals to make hybrid roles in the higher management. Tobias takes over as chief.

Casey stays leader of the DT and internal medicine for the rest of her career. She continues her advocacy and her second book that she co-writes with Aurora deals with overcoming misogyny and racism in the medical field. This book encourages poc to take up medicine and empowers female medical students in general.

Authors note: if you reached this far you did well. I thought it fair that we find out what occurs at Edenbrook after when egos collide.

Tagging: @jamespotterthefirst @jerzwriter @potionsprefect @liaromancewriter @genevievemd @crazy-loca-blog @a-crepusculo @bex-la-get @ofmischiefandmedicine @binny1985 @schnitzelbutterfingers

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johntestel · 6 months

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Guide to testing and tagging, portable electrical equipment and residual current devices at workplaces – Western Australia

Electrical safety is a critical aspect of maintaining a safe working environment. Under the Occupational Safety and Health Act 1984 (OSH Act), employers and individuals with control over workplaces are mandated to provide safe electrical equipment and protect workers from potential hazards. The Occupational Safety and Health Regulations 1996 (OSH regulations) further outline the requirements for the inspection, testing, and maintenance of portable plug-in electrical equipment and residual current devices (RCDs). In this article, we will explore the key provisions of the OSH Act and regulations, focusing on who can inspect and test portable electrical equipment and devices, the competencies required, tagging requirements, inspection frequency, and record-keeping obligations.

Understanding the Legislation

The OSH Act and OSH regulations establish legal obligations to ensure electrical safety in workplaces. The OSH regulations (3.59 to 3.63, 4.37, and 4.38) specify the requirements for maintaining safe electrical equipment. These regulations apply to both construction and demolition sites, as well as all other workplaces.

Defining Electrical Equipment and RCDs

Electrical equipment refers to portable, hand-operated, and moveable plug-in appliances, as well as flexible extension cords and power outlet devices. It includes articles that are not part of a fixed electrical installation but are intended to be connected to an electricity supply using a flexible cord or connecting device. On the other hand, a residual current device (RCD) is a device designed to isolate the power supply to protected circuits, socket-outlets, or electrical equipment in case of excessive current flow to earth.

Testing & Tagging Requirements on Construction and Demolition Sites

For construction and demolition sites, compliance with Australian Standard AS/NZS 3012:2003 is mandatory. This standard sets forth the minimum requirements for electrical installations and the in-service testing of RCDs, portable, relocatable, and fixed electrical equipment. Regulation 3.62 mandates that the testing and tagging of portable electrical equipment or portable RCDs on such sites be carried out by a competent person. The tester's name, test or re-test date, and license number (if applicable) must be included on the tag.

Testing and Tagging Requirements in Other Workplaces

In workplaces other than construction and demolition sites, Regulation 4.37 stipulates that employers, self-employed persons, main contractors, and those with control of or access to the workplace must ensure appropriate checks, tests, and inspections of electrical equipment and RCDs are conducted. The frequency of inspection and testing should be determined through a risk management approach, considering the specific work environment and the potential for damage to the equipment. A maintenance program should be in place to ensure electrical safety.

Competencies for Testing Electrical Equipment and RCDs

Testing electrical equipment requires specific knowledge and skills. A competent person should have acquired training, qualification, or experience to effectively test electrical equipment and recognise potential hazards. A PAT user should have completed a competency-assessed training course on testing and tagging using a PAT delivered by a registered training organisation.

Inspection and Testing of Electrical Equipment

Inspections of electrical equipment range from regular checks by equipment users to more formal inspection programs for high-risk equipment. The person inspecting the equipment should have the necessary knowledge to assess its condition and identify any damage or potential risks. However, inspections generally do not require tagging unless conducted on a construction or demolition site.

Testing RCDs

Testing the operating time of an RCD necessitates specific technical expertise and interpretation of results. It should be performed by a licensed electrician or a person who has successfully completed a competency-assessed training course on RCD testing. This training course should be delivered by a registered training organisation accredited under the VET system.

Tagging Requirements

On construction and demolition sites, all tested portable electrical equipment, RCDs, and non-portable RCDs must be appropriately tagged in accordance with AS/NZS 3012. The tag should clearly display the name of the competent person who performed the test. In other workplaces, tagging is not mandatory for portable electrical equipment and RCDs, but there should be evidence of a maintenance program.

Inspection, Testing, and Tagging Frequency

Frequency plays a crucial role in ensuring electrical safety in the workplace. According to the Occupational Safety and Health Regulations, electrical equipment and residual current devices (RCDs) must undergo regular inspections, testing, and maintenance to minimize hazards. The frequency of these checks depends on the type of workplace and the specific regulations that apply. For construction and demolition sites, compliance with Australian Standard AS/NZS 3012 is required, which outlines the minimum requirements for electrical installations, equipment testing, and RCD inspections. This standard provides guidelines on the frequency of inspections and testing to ensure ongoing safety. In other workplaces, employers, self-employed individuals, main contractors, and those in control of a workplace are responsible for determining the appropriate frequency of inspections and tests based on the specific hazards and risks associated with the electrical equipment.

Regular and systematic inspections and testing not only enhance workplace safety but also help create a culture of electrical safety awareness among employees, promoting a secure working environment for all.

Like to learn more, go to www.testel.com.au for more information.

#electricalsafety #testandtag

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hydrus · 2 years

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I had a good week. I got started on some long-delayed serverside janitor improvements, and I got so stuck it in was all I worked on! This release has nothing important for regular users, so if you are not involved in running a hydrus server, you can skip it entirely!

server stuff

Only for server admins and janitors!

Improving the janitor workflow is now my 'big job' for the rest of the year. This is the first step of what I'd like to fit in to spare days over the coming weeks and months.

This week I update the repositories so they cache counts of their various metadata. They can now quickly say 'I have 2,124,543 mappings' and so on. If you have a large server, it will take a few minutes to update as it counts everything up for the first time.

Once you are booted, make sure you are in help->advanced mode, and on review services you will have a new 'service info' button. Click it and you can see all the numbers, including the current lengths of the petition queues. Anyone with an account can see these for now. If you want more privacy, I can figure something out, but tbh I think it is probably good for users to be able to see everything here.

The numbers in the petition processing page are fed by this too. No longer will it manually count up and max out at 1,000 petitions--it will deliver the actual number real fast.

Also, a sibling petition can now have both ADD and DELETE rows. This happens if the same account gives the same reason (like 'replacing a->b with a->c') to a sibling petition and a sibling pend. You now see those together, with that shared reason, and action it as one item.

I suspect we'll need some more UI clientside to encourage using the same reason, but for now I have updated manage tag siblings to give the same 'reason' when you replace an existing sibling. Previously, this is where it would give a 'AUTO-CONFLICT...' style reason. Now, those things should be bundled into the same thing you see.

This stuff changes some of the hydrus network protocol. Normally, I would update the network version number, but that requires everyone to update. Since this only affects advanced users, and I expect I'll be doing more in coming weeks, I am not updating the version number. An old client will run into errors if it tries to pull petitions from a new server, but I think a new client will be able to work with an old server. In any case, if you are a server admin or janitor, please update your clients and servers at roughly the same time this week, or you'll get some harmless but annoying parse/404 errors.

As a side thing, as a server admin, if the service info numbers ever get borked, please hit 'regen service info' in your 'administrate services' menu. I've added extensive testing this week to ensure the update routines are mostly good, but I'm sure there are some complicated situations where the counting logic is dodgy. Let me know how you get on with it!

full list

almost all the changes this week are only important to server admins and janitors. regular users can skip updating this week

overview:

the server has important database and network updates this week. if your server has a lot of content, it has to count it all up, so it will take a short while to update. the petition protocol has also changed, so older clients will not be able to fetch new servers' petitions without an error. I think newer clients will be able to fetch older servers' ones, but it may be iffy

I considered whether I should update the network protocol version number, which would (politely) force all users to update, but as this causes inconvenience every time I do it, and I expect to do more incremental updates here in coming weeks, and since this only affects admins and janitors, I decided to not. we are going to be in awkward flux for a little bit, so please make sure you update privileged clients and servers at roughly the same time

server petition workflow:

the server now maintains an ongoing fast count of its various repository metadata, such as 'number of mappings' and 'number of petitions of type x'. when you fetch petition counts, no longer will it count live and max out at 1,000, it'll give you good full numbers every time, and real fast

you can see the current numbers from the new 'service info' button on review services, which only appears in advanced mode. any user with an account key can see these numbers, which include number of petitions in the queue. I can make this more private if you like, but for now I think it is good if advanced users can see them all

in the petition processing page, sibling and parent petitions will now include both delete and add rows if the account and reason are the same. I'm aiming to get better 'full' coverage of a replace petition, so you can see and approve/deny both the add and the remove parts in one go. for fetching, these combined petitions count as 'delete' petitions, and won't appear in the 'add' petition queue

when users encounter an automatic conflict resolution in the manage siblings dialog, those auto-petitioned pairs are now assigned the same reason as the original conflicting pended pairs. they _should_ show up together in the new petition processing UI

as part of this, sibling and parent petitions are no longer filtered by namespace. you will see everything with that same account and reason in one go. let's try it out, and if it is too much, I will add filters clientside or something. since we are now starting to see add and remove together, we'll want to at least have the option to see everything

boring server stuff:

the petition object is updated to handle multiple actions per petition, and the clientside petition UI is updated appropriately

the server tracks 'actionable' petition counts as separate to the number of raw petition rows. some of this was happening before, but the logic is improved, including clever counting of the new petitions that include both add and delete rows

for when my count-update logic inevitably fails, there is now a 'regen service info' entry in the 'administrate services' menu for all repositories. numbers generated will be printed to server log

some unusual repo upload logic is cleaned up, e.g. if a user with 'create permission' uploads a sibling or parent, any pending rows for that content will now be properly cleared)

fixed a stupid swap logical bug where janitors who could only moderate siblings (and not parents) were only being given parent numbers and vice versa

all server services now respond to /busy check. it requires no authentication and just returns 1 or 0 depending on the current lock state

fixed a bug where tag siblings or parents that were denied would still make a new definition record for the child/bad tag

with all the fine number changes, fleshed out the server unit tests with more examples of submitting and altering content and then checking for numbers afterwards. now checked are: file add, file admin delete, mapping add, mapping admin delete, mapping petition, mapping petition approve+deny, parent add, parent admin delete, parent pend, parent pend approve+deny, parent petition, parent petition approve+deny

significant refactoring of the tail end of server content update pipeline. more things now go through logic-harmonised update methods that ensure count is reliable

did some misc server db and constant enum code cleanup

misc:

to match the new change in the server, in the client, tag and rating services now store their 'num_files' service info count as the new 'num_file_hashes'. existing numbers will be converted over during update

fixed a probably ten year old bug where 'num pending/petitioned files' had the same enum as 'num pending/petitioned mappings'. never noticed, since no service has done both those things

if the upload pending process fails due to an unusual permission error or similar, the pending menu should now recover and update itself (previously it stayed greyed out)

next week

Back to small jobs. I had planned to do a little janitor stuff this week and then do regular work, but these number updates killed me and I ended up in a rabbit hole of unit tests making sure everything was good enough. The goods news is I fixed some other long-time server issues in doing that, but the bad is I did nothing else. So, I'll do some small work and try to get to some github issues too.

It would be nice if I could hammer out some final Qt6 problems so we can move to it fully in a couple weeks.

#release

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Katara x Aang :3c

are you trying to get me in trouble

-cough-

no but in all honesty, my genuine feelings about kataang boil down to three major points: 1. it's boring, and does not jive thematically with either of their character arcs, to the point of, 2. actively hampering character development on both sides, and 3. katara deserved better.

points expanded under the cut. (please, if you're a kataang shipper and you see this, just keep scrolling. i've tagged it appropriately and put the bulk under a cut and at this point that's literally all i can do lmfao.)

send me a ship and get my (brutally) honest opinion!

1. It's Boring: This is the most subjective point on the list (I mean, in fairness, it's all subjective, but I have evidence from the show and post-canonical materials to support my other points; this one is just preference), but there's just... nothing to kataang. It's cute (when it's not actively aggravating), and... that's about it. It's not even that I dislike friends-to-lovers as a shipping trope (though it's not my overall preference), because there are a lot of friends-to-lovers couples that I do ship (kanej comes to mind, also will/elizabeth from potc, karolsen from supergirl, romione and hinny from hp, among others), but one thing that I think all of those couples have that kataang doesn't is that both sides of the pairing are teens or adults when they get together, with teen/adult dynamics and issues and stories to deal with, rather than one half being a teenager and the other being literally prepubescent.

And don't get me wrong, I have no problem with age gap ships in general. And as far as atla goes, Katara, at 14, has the same age difference from Zuko (16) as Aang has from her, and it's never stopped me--because both Katara and Zuko are well into puberty when they meet and I have no problem picturing them being into one another and growing together as they enter adulthood. Aang, on the other hand, is a child. And he acts like it. Which wouldn't be a problem, if the show weren't expecting me to believe he is a) ready for a romantic relationship, and b) ready for one specifically with Katara, who is not only older and far more mature but is specifically cast as his caretaker in a very maternal role for the entire show's run.

This show asks me to believe that a teenage girl well into adolescence is going to be attracted to and develop romantic feelings for a pre-adolescent child--and it asks me to believe this while showing us otherwise that Katara's type is actually older boys with fabulous hair and angsty pasts in all of her other potential romantic dalliances--and then enter into a relationship with him, all while ignoring the elephant in the room that is the fact that she was basically acting like his mother for the entire series to that point. (Something that is heavily lampshaded earlier in the very same season.) That just stretches the bounds of credulity way too far for me, especially when there's no evidence that Katara herself would get anything out of their romantic relationship.

There's nothing there for me to sink my teeth into. No delicious development, no parallels where they help each other grow, no internal conflicts that they have to work through together, nothing. Certainly no reason for me to actually believe Katara feels (or would grow to feel) anything for him other than the platonic affection of a caretaker. I can easily believe she loves him dearly, as a friend and quasi-little-brother, but I just can't see that developing naturally into romantic love--not the way it's presented in the show.

And even if they did manage to at least make the development of Katara's feelings believable, unless they changed something fundamental about the nature of their relationship, it'd still be boring, so.

2. It Actively Hampers Their Character Development--On Both Sides: I've written before (extensively lol im so sorry) about how kataang is actively detrimental to Katara and to Aang. In short (because ye gods this post is already getting long enough), Katara is narratively harmed by being shoved into a relationship that completely ignores her stated feelings--a relationship that had been presented as a one-sided puppylove crush for the vast majority of the series--and it inhibits her growth as a character in ways that become far more obvious in the comics and lok, where the very same creative forces that lead to her beginning a relationship with Aang in the first place reduce her to 'the Avatar's girl' and very little else, all the way through to the end of LoK (where she is a Healer and the Avatar's wife and, again, very little else).

As for Aang:

As to how this relationship is detrimental to Aang (other than the comics and LoK nonsense)? Just take a look at book 2, when he’s trying to learn Earthbending from Toph. Katara constantly coddles him. Much of the time, she’s afraid to be anything other than gentle and understanding with Aang--partly because of her fear that if she pushes him too far, he’ll run away. (Which he does, several times.) But sometimes, what Aang needs to grow is a sharp kick in the slats, which Toph was more than willing to provide--and which worked. Katara was great for teaching Aang to waterbend, but he needed more than that to grow as a person. And he can’t get that while he’s in a relationship with someone who will apologize for getting upset when he was very explicitly neglecting her.

In addition, it is pointed out by Guru Pathik at the end of Book 2 that one of Aang's chakras is blocked by his attachment to Katara. Aang takes this to mean (incorrectly) that he has to stop loving her in order to become fully realized as an Avatar, but this is actually part of the problem--because the issue isn't that he is in love with Katara, it's that he's possessively attached to her. He believes himself entitled to her love in return, rather than selflessly loving someone regardless of whether or not they return that affection. (This is obvious come the EIP episode, where Aang demands to know why he and Katara aren't in a relationship already--because he kissed her without asking [or even checking to see if she'd be ok with kissing him], which he phrases as mutual even though it very much was not, and he gets angry and violates her boundaries when she says that she is confused and doesn't want to think about it right then.)

It is his attachment to Katara--the need for her to return his love, the belief that she will and it is only a matter of time before he gets what he wants--that he was supposed to let go of, not his feelings for her in general. Unfortunately, while he pays lipservice to doing this (far too late for it to be useful--if he'd stayed with the Guru for five more minutes and unlocked his chakra there, that battle would've gone very differently), he almost immediately backtracks on that development come book 3, and there isn't another single whisper of Aang maybe growing up and moving past his one-sided and possessive crush and realizing that even if Katara doesn't feel the same way, it doesn't mean she loves him less or that their friendship is less important.

What really needed to happen, for Aang to grow as a person and become fully realized as an Avatar, was for him to grow up. To realize that his feelings were not of paramount importance, and that even if he was in love with Katara, he was not entitled to her love in return. He should have been able to move past his need for her to love him back, in order to get past that stumbling block, unlock his chakras, and regain the Avatar State in time to face the Firelord. But he didn't. As a result, they had to find some other way to just give him the Avatar State (a well-placed rock) and the means to defeat Ozai without killing him (the deus ex lionturtle) and his entire character arc just fell apart in the third act rather than reaching a satisfying conclusion.

3. Katara Deserved Better: This really ties into how her romantic relationship with Aang hampered her own development, but I'm still bitter enough about it that it gets its own bullet-point. And the biggest single reason I could never ship kataang--the thing that would've turned me off even if there were substance and a halfway decent storyline for them--is the fact that Aang kisses her without her consent (for the second time) in Ember Island Players, Katara gets angry at him and storms off, and then..... she walks out onto the balcony to make out with him.

With nothing to bridge that gap.

It's bad enough that a show aimed at children had a scene where the child protagonist kissed the object of his affections without her consent when she didn't want him to (made explicit by her angry reaction)--and this is absolutely an issue when the show is aimed at children and it may well be the first experience they've had with consent issues portrayed in media--but this moment is never addressed again. Katara just decides--completely off-screen--that she does love him Really and walks out to make out with him in the epilogue. There's no conversation, no apology for violating her boundaries, no discussion of why that was wrong or any indication that Aang understands what he did and why it upset her. They don't have a single one-on-one interaction between that kiss and the epilogue, and the only other time they are on screen together, Aang yells at her and storms off.

So, even leaving the comics and lok aside, Katara deserved much better from her own romantic plotline. In fact, she deserved to have one, rather than simply being the oblivious object of Aang's affections, given a couple moments where she blushes but otherwise remains completely ignorant of his feelings (she looks shocked and upset when he kisses her prior to the invasion, and then she completely forgets that even happened because she's confused as to what Aang is even talking about during EIP until he brings it up; that's not the behavior of a fourteen-year-old girl who was kissed by someone she was developing romantic feelings for), before the epilogue where it becomes clear that she figured all of that out off-screen and had feelings for him after all.

She's a main character, not a side-character written in solely to give one of the mains a love interest. She deserved a romantic plotline of her own. (She could have had one with someone else, with very few changes made to what was actually on-screen prior to the epilogue, but that's another conversation entirely.) She deserved to have her feelings considered at all important by the person she was going to be paired with in the end, rather than having him just assume she felt the same way and then get mad at her for never giving any indication of it when he'd never asked about her feelings to begin with. She deseserved agency in her own romantic narrative, and she just didn't get that with Aang.

So yeah, at the end of the day, my biggest issue with kataang is that it involved doing Katara dirty, and she's my favorite character and she deserved so much better damnit.

#atla #katara #aang salt #kataang salt #anti kataang #atla meta #katara deserved better #salt for ts #ask meme #invincibleweasel #asked

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mostly-marvel-musings · 3 years

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We were on a break - Chapter 3

A/N: This chapter has been sitting in the drafts for months now, and finally I’ve made some progress so yay! Hope you guys like it, feedback’s very much appreciated.

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

Warning: Strong language, angst, some fluff.

Word count: 906

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“Look at all this Stark stuff you’ve got lying around. You have to get rid of this crap (Y/L/N).” Ward stated bluntly, scanning through your clothes and stuff you had lined up for packing.

“It’s not crap Ward.” You snapped snatching Tony’s T-shirt you always slept in from his hands, a little annoyed hearing his tone. He had invited himself over to your apartment to ‘help’ you get packing for your mission, only so far he had only managed to piss you off.

Sure Ward was one of your close friends but, he was being unnecessarily nosy at this point and you were irritated. Excusing yourself to get some water, you stomped out of your bedroom, with Grant following closely behind, noticing how upset you got. If only you had the guts to shoo him away directly.

“Look I’m sorry I was being rude but you know I’m right. You can’t move on with his belongings lying around.” He said, softly this time placing his hand over yours making you look up to find his face a bit too close to yours, making you uncomfortable.

“I’m only trying to help you move on (Y/N).”

Stepping away from him, you stormed back in your bedroom, hoping he’d get the idea that he was no longer welcome and leave you alone. No matter how awkward that encounter had been, you knew deep down Grant had a point, you weren’t supposed to cling onto Tony’s memories but when was that stuff ever easy?

His shirt was the last item left to pack, after much contemplation, you stuffed it inside your luggage, it was super comfy after all.

The plane ride to Seychelles consisted of you avoiding Ward at all costs and him trying to find ways to get you alone. Lucky for you, Agent Hill had sent Clint along for the mission, last minute welcome changes allowing you to keep busy with him to prevent Ward’s advances.

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It was one of those uneventful afternoons when you’d found yourself going through Tony’s extensive accessories closet, watches you knew added up to a couple million dollars alone, sunglasses that he so pompously fashioned at every given occasion. You picked up the ones that had a red tint glass and put them on along with a matching tie that you draped over your tee before marching your ass out to the bedroom to check your avatar in the full-length mirror.

“Tony Stark - genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist. Well, ex-playboy. I’m with (Y/N) (Y/L/N) now.” You tried your best impression of the man, quite pleased with the enactment before FRIDAY’s voice nearly made you scream.

“Fucking hell FRIDAY!”

Apologies Miss (Y/L/N), Boss has requested your presence in the lab and he insists you keep his tie and sunglasses on.

Of course he’d spied on you at the moment you wished he hadn’t. You made your way down to his lab nevertheless, heart racing at the thought of what Tony might say about your shenanigans.

Tony picked up the red tinted glasses you’d once wore as a joke, that memory of your ‘eventful’ afternoon in his lab fresh in his mind as he got dressed to leave for Oslo for new leads on Ultron. He’d asked Natasha about you in hopes that she would reveal your whereabouts if he coaxed her enough, the spy was nothing but adamant though.

Everything that happened after Tony created Ultron, the visions that Wanda Maximoff planted in his mind - the Avengers all of them dead, because of him, all because he didn’t save them instead turned out to be the reason the team was divided and the world fell apart. It made him realize you’d been right all along and he’d been too stubborn and focused on creating something that turned out to be his doom, ‘typical Stark move’ as you called it. Technically it wasn’t the first time Tony had managed to royally fuck something up, only this time the magnitude of its repercussions was huge.

He had made him his mind to find you and make up right after sorting the whole Ultron situation out, if that was even possible. Given the current predicaments, it seemed like a distant dream. Still he wasn’t going to leave any stone unturned, he’d do his best to apologize, to get you to talk to him by any means necessary. Tony needed you now more than ever, he just hoped with everything in him that you still needed him too.

…

The salty balmy setting in Seychelles instantly lifted your spirits. Pristine blue waters with matching skies, white sands and stunning beaches, this definitely felt more of a vacation and less of a mission. The change of scenery you always wanted was just granted to you, albeit your mind couldn’t help but imagine visiting this wonderful place with the love of your life one day.

You and the team were residing in the same luxury resort Leeds was at with his family, The Four Seasons Resorts at Desroches Island and according to intel given by Hill, he was laying low until next week when a big event was planned in honor of his 50th birthday – which also happened to be the day his biggest deal with Hydra was going down. That meant you had some time to conjure up an effective plan to get his attention and time to unwind, the wheels turning in your head suggested you could do both.

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[Mason is booking it to Ex’s location.]

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#life’s alright in devil town // mason #higher ups // other blog interactions #manager are those extensions? // ex manager tag #meetings // physical interactions tag

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rmtndew · 4 years

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Begin Again ~ Chapter 7

Summary: Walter Marshall is a dedicated homicide detective doing his best to balance his work life with being a single father to a teenage girl. Fiona Sparks is a woman doing her best to take care of everyone and everything around her, except for herself. Neither has had the best luck with relationships, but once they meet, they’re willing to give it another shot, this time with each other. (It’s basically just romantic fluff)

Pairing: Marshall and OFC.

Rating: PG

Warnings: Mentions of death, cancer.

A/N - This is a sequel to ‘All I’ve Ever Known’. I started writing this because I needed an escape for some personal stuff going on and my coping mechanism included giving Marshall all the love that man needed, and imagining him being the softest boyfriend to me, then passing those details on to Fiona (my OFC).

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This is the final chapter for ‘Being Again’. I want to thank everyone who commented and shared my story, and sent me messages. You have no idea how much it means to me! I appreciate y’all so much! Thank you! 🥰

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Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7 (Final)

When I woke up the next morning, it was like the night before had only been a dream. Like it was too good to be true. But when I checked my phone, I had a text from Marshall that reminded me it was absolutely real.

Marshall: I hated leaving you. I hope you know that. Those few hours of sleep that I had with you were some of the best I’ve had in ages. You say I make you feel safe, but you make me feel calm in a way I’ve never felt. I hope you have a good morning. I’ll call you later.

After I read his text, I felt myself starting to cry. It wasn’t a sad cry. It was a happy, cathartic cry. Like I couldn’t contain everything I felt for him, and it had to release somehow. I’d never shared a bed with a man simply to sleep before. My past boyfriends had always expected something in exchange. Having Walter just be there was new to me. What I felt for him went beyond attraction. I didn’t know if I could ever put it into words, I just knew that it nearly hurt to feel it all. But I didn’t want it any other way.

The rest of my morning went much better than the previous days. I checked in with Mom but did my best not to worry about her. I went to the store, bought groceries for the week, and even splurged on some new candles. Then that afternoon, I started prepping for dinner. I had an idea in mind and hoped it would work out.

At a little after seven that evening, with only ten minutes left on the oven timer, I called Marshall. “I have two questions,” I said once we exchanged ‘hellos’. “Although I think I already know the answers to both.”

“And what would those two questions be? Or would you prefer to give me the answers first?”

“Well, I think the answer will be a yes, and then a no.”

“I’m very curious now.”

“Okay, so question one: Are you still at your office? And question two: Have you eaten dinner yet?”

“Am I that predictable?”

“Only in this one specific instance,” I said. “But it brings up a third question that I don’t know the answer to.”

“Which is?”

“Would you let me bring you dinner? I overcooked and I won’t be able to eat it all, and it’s not the best as leftovers.”

He was quiet for a moment. “Could I come to you instead? I think an hour’s break might do me good.”

“Of course you can come here. I’ll keep it warm and we can eat together.”

“Alright. See you soon.”

After I hung up, I pulled out the new fall scented candles I’d bought that day and put them on the dining table, flocking the vase of flowers he’d bought me the night before. I wanted the house to be warm and inviting, but I didn’t want him to know that I’d planned any of it. I was pretty sure that the only way I could get away with spoiling him a little was if he thought it was an accident. He may have been the one to ask to come over, but I knew that if I’d mentioned coming to him, he wouldn’t want me to go out of my way, and would come to me instead.

He was there in less than half an hour, which made me think a little speeding was involved. I nearly teased him about putting on his siren to get there, but I couldn’t get the words out fast enough. As soon as I closed the door behind him, he had me pressed against it, his mouth on mine in an almost bruising fashion. It was different than the enthusiastic urgency so much of our makeout sessions at his place had involved. Something else was driving him. Whatever it was made him pull away almost as quickly as he’d started.

“I’m sorry,” he said. He tried to take a step back, but I wouldn’t let him. I grabbed his sides, doing my best to hold him in place. He wouldn’t look at me. “I’m sorry,” he said again.

Once I was convinced he wouldn’t run away, I moved a hand up to his face. I didn’t try to make him look at me. “What are you sorry for?”

“I didn’t mean to be that rough. I shouldn't've -”

“Shh. No,” I cut him off. “I’m not fragile, honey. I can handle a rough kiss.” He finally lifted his eyes to mine, but the look on his face was conflicted. It hurt me. I put my other hand on his face, cradling it gently. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

“I just desperately needed to feel you.” He dropped his forehead to mine. “This case...the more we find out…” He let out a breath and put his hands on my waist, pulling me closer to him. “It doesn’t matter.”

He held me tighter against him. His hands felt so needy. I was afraid to say the wrong thing and make him self conscious. I stayed exactly as I was, holding his face, and let him press me further against him. Whatever had happened in the case since we’d spoken on the phone had gotten to him. He was usually so big and tough and strong, but he stood in front of me, soft and vulnerable. After a few moments, I pressed a soft kiss to his lips. He kissed me back, then let me take the lead, keeping it slow and tender. I pushed my back against the door and let him melt into me. When it felt like all the tension was gone from his body, I took one of my hands from his face and moved it down to one of his hands on my waist, holding it.

“Let’s go eat, okay?” I said.

He nodded, holding my hand, and followed me as I walked to the kitchen. When we reached it, he stopped at the entrance and looked around. The lights were dimmed and the candles were lit. “You didn’t have to do this for me.”

“I didn’t,” I lied. “I used to do this for myself when I lived alone. Sometimes I’d put on music, or, if it was raining, I’d open a window and listen to it. I thought tonight would be a good night to try it again.” I rubbed my thumb over his hand. “And now I get to share it with you.”

“Your candles are better than mine,” he said, finally giving me a small glimpse of a smile.

“I can help you shop for new ones. How’s that sound?”

He nodded. “Sounds good.”

“Good.” I kissed his shoulder. “Take a seat. I’ll make you a plate.”

“You don’t have to. I can do it.”

“I know you can, but I want to,” I said. “Will you let me?”

He chewed the corner of his mouth for a second. “Yeah,” he quietly relented.

“Thank you.”

He sat at the table and I pulled the food from the oven, where I’d been keeping it warm. Spinach and cheese stuffed chicken with roasted vegetables. I made us both plates, then got us drinks before sitting down. I sat right beside Marshall, rubbing his back with my left hand while we ate. A few bites in, he seemed to brighten a bit.

“This is fantastic,” he said. “But I don’t believe for a minute that it doesn’t taste good as leftovers.”

I smiled. “That might have been a tiny lie so you would let me feed you,” I said. “Do you forgive me?”

He put his hand on my knee. “I do.”

“Good.”

He let out a breath and sat back in his chair. “You don’t know how much I needed this. I’ve been staring at the same evidence for hours, trying to figure out what I’m missing, and I can’t seem to find it.” He licked his lips. “Our victim, he wasn’t a good person. He had an extensive history of domestic violence. I keep looking at the pictures from the crime scene and comparing them to the ones in the police reports of his ex-girlfriends, the ones they filed after he’d beaten them, and I can’t imagine one of them or someone in their families shooting him twice and walking away. After what he did to those women, anyone who shot him because of it would have had more passion behind it. This was too cold and calculated for that. So if he wasn’t shot for what he’d done to them, then what was the motive?” He ran a hand over his face. “And that’s what I’ve been asking myself the last three hours, and what I would have been asking myself through the night if you hadn’t intervened.”

“Maybe stepping away from it all for an hour will help you refocus.”

He nodded, gently squeezing my knee. “If nothing else, I’ll be thoroughly distracted,” he said, finally giving me a proper smile.

I smiled back. “I’m happy to distract you for as long as you’d like.” I gave him a kiss. “Now eat your vegetables and you can have dessert.” He raised his eyebrows at me and smirked. I blushed, burying my face in his shoulder. “Tiramisu. I bought a tiramisu. That’s the dessert.”

“Good. Because although another type of dessert would divert my attention far more, I’d prefer for it to last longer than an hour.”

I was still blushing but managed to raise my head to look at him. “Really?” I asked. He nodded. “I’ve, um, I’ve never had dessert last that long.”

He looked nearly appalled. “Never?”

I shook my head. “Maybe twenty minutes. And that’s being generous.”

“You must be the only one being generous is that’s the longest it lasted.”

“You’re not wrong.”

“When it’s time for us...would you let me change that for you?”

My cheeks burned. I averted my eyes. “You don’t have to.”

“That’s not what I said.”

“I know, but-”

He took his hand from my knee and moved it to my chin, lifting my face to look at him. “Fi, none of it should be about ‘having’ to. It should all be want. I’m asking because I want to. You should only answer with what you want. Neither of us should feel obligated,” he said.

I bit my lip for a moment, then nodded. “Okay,” I said. “I want to try letting you change it. But I get in my head a lot, so I can’t promise I’ll be good at it.”

“You don’t have to be. That’s not the point.” He let his hand fall from my face down to his lap. “You and me together, that’s the good part,” he said. “But when the time comes, we’ll talk it through, yeah? Make sure we’re on the same page.” I nodded. “Good girl.”

My blush deepened, but I smiled at him. “What did I do to deserve you?”

“Something horrid, I’m sure.”

I laughed. “I was thinking it must be the opposite. You see, Detective Walter Marshall, I quite adore you.”

He smiled back. “Do you now?”

“I do. I hope that’s okay with you.”

He nodded. “It’s more than okay,” he said. “It’s also mutual.”

My smile spread wide. “So you like me, huh?”

“Yes, Miss Sparks, I do.”

“I’m starting to question your taste, mister.”

His head fell back and he barked out a laugh that shook his whole body. “Normally that would be a good call, but not this time,” he said. “Besides, you can’t date a mess like me and question my taste.”

I pressed a kiss to his cheek, letting my lips linger for a moment, enjoying the scratching-tickling of his beard against them. “You’re my favorite mess,” I said as I pulled away.

He smiled at me. “Good, because it doesn’t get much better than this,” he joked.

I brushed a curl back from his forehead and let my fingers skim across his brow. He’d meant it as a joke, but sitting there with him, I couldn’t help but think it was true: It didn’t get much better than that.

I knew that Walter was tired. He kept yawning - and apologizing for it - during dinner. I kept telling him it was fine, that I understood, but he still seemed slightly embarrassed by it. After I cleared the table, I was going to get the tiramisu from the fridge but paused by the coffee pot on my way.

“Do you want me to make you some coffee, Walt?” I asked, turning to look at him.

He’d been dozing and jolted awake, looking almost surprised at his surroundings before his eyes landed on me. “I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be. You need some sleep.”

He nodded, rubbing the heel of his hand against his eye. “Yeah. I should probably go.”

“Or you could stay. You said you slept well last night, and I’d be worried about you if you drove home this tired,” I said. “And, you know, I kind of enjoyed it, too.”

“This isn’t an act just so I can get in your bed again.”

“I know.” I walked over to him and ran a hand over his hair, brushing it back from his face. I tilted my head towards the doorway. “Come on, bear. Go on up. Your sweatpants are folded on the chair in my room.”

He stood up in front of me. “Let me help you clean.”

I shook my head. “I’m not cleaning tonight. It’ll be there tomorrow. I’m going to set the coffee maker for the morning and lock up. That’s it.”

He gave me a look that was the closest to pouting as I’d ever seen on him. “I’ll wait with you.”

He followed me back to the coffee pot and wrapped his arms around my waist as I filled it with water, then put in a new filter and coffee grounds. As I set the timer, he left slow, open mouth kisses down my neck. I may have been complimentary when I was sleepy, but Marshall, as it turned out, was clingy. And I didn’t mind it one bit.

“Let’s lock up,” I said to him.

He buried his face in the crook of my neck and let out a breath. He stayed that way for a moment, then said, “Okay.”

He let me go and we snuffed out the candles, then he stayed close as I locked all the doors and turned off the lights. Going up the stairs, he held my hand, trailing behind me because the stairwell was too narrow for the two of us to walk side by side. When we reached my room, I gently nudged him in.

“I’m going to the bathroom. Go get comfortable and I’ll be back in a minute,” I said.

He just nodded his reply.

I continued down the hall to the bathroom. I had a laundry basket of clean pajamas to pick from, so I had a quick pee, then changed before piling my hair up in a bun. When I went back to my room, Marshall was already in bed. He was on his side and looked asleep. But after I turned off the light, I got in bed beside him and he immediately scooted closer.

“Do you want me to hold you?” he asked sleepily.

“I was kind of hoping we could switch and you’d let me hold you,” I said. He cracked his eyes open and looked at me, the crease between his eyebrows visible in the dark. “Not in a backpack, koala type deal, like you hold me.”

“How?”

“Like this.” I placed his arm around my middle, then gently guided him until his head was resting on my chest. I pulled the covers up around us before wrapping my own arm around him, lightly rubbing his back, leaving my right hand free to rake through his curls.

“You’re not wasting any time taking me up on my offer to play with my hair, are you?” he mumbled.

I smiled. “Nope. Is that okay?” He nodded. I let my fingers sink to his scalp and lightly began scratching it. After just a few seconds, his body weight seemed to double as he relaxed, melting into me, and the mattress. “Is this comfortable for you?” I asked, even though I knew the answer. “We can switch if it’s not.”

“No, s’good,” he said, his words slurred.

I kissed his forehead and continued to scratch his scalp. “Goodnight.”

“Night.”

Holding him to me, I could feel his breathing slow and even out as sleep claimed him in a matter of seconds. But even after he fell asleep, I didn’t stop. I held that big bear to me and loved on him as much as I could, hoping that even in his sleep, he could feel it. My plans to spoil him that night had only included cooking dinner and getting him to relax for an hour. What I got was so much better. I had never cared for a man as much as I cared about him. All I wanted for the rest of my life was the deep peace that welled up in me as I held him.

I woke the next morning with a hazy, dreamy feeling. I was warm and wrapped up and for a moment, I thought I was at the beach, stretched out on a towel under the sun. I expected to smell the ocean air, but when I breathed in, it was something else. Something better. Something that gave me the feeling of butterflies in my stomach. That feeling slowly began to peel the layers of sleep back from my mind, and as I began to wake, I felt the feeling of fingertips grazing up and down my back. Then I felt a kiss on my forehead. Soft, warm lips lingering on my skin, finally waking me up.

I opened my eyes and all thoughts of the beach disappeared. Gray sunlight streamed in from my window, lighting up my room enough for me to see Marshall’s face as he smiled at me.

“Good morning, darling,” he said quietly. He was on his side, just inches away from me.

“Good morning,” I said.

I blinked, letting my eyes adjust to the light, and taking in the form of the beautiful man in front of me. His head was propped up with one hand, his bare bicep next to my pillow, and roughly half the size of my head. His chest was mesmerizing as it rhythmically rose and fell. I’d never been attracted to chest hair before, but Marshall changed all of that. Without a second thought, I reached out and ran my fingers through it. He hummed contentedly.

“How did you sleep?” I asked.

“Like a rock.” His hand stilled at the small of my back. “How about you?”

“Amazing. You’re deceptively comfy for someone so stout.”

He laughed. “Am I?”

I nodded. “I like it.”

I leaned forward and kissed his chest, the hair tickling my nose. His hand moved from my back as he reached up to cradle my head while I continued to pepper his skin with soft kisses. When I made it to the juncture of his shoulder and neck, he tilted my head back and captured my lips in a slow, lazy kiss. He pressed my back into the bed and was over me, surrounding me, as he kissed me. I wrapped my arms around his neck, wanting to hold him as close to me as I could. He left me panting as his mouth moved from mine and kissed across my jaw and down to my neck. There was a spot behind my ear that he knew was my weakness, and he went straight for it. He nipped at it with his teeth before kissing it, and I went boneless against him.

“I love it when you do that,” I breathed.

His lips ghosted over my ear. I could feel his hot breath on me, sending a shiver down my spine and goosebumps across my skin. “I love doing it to you.”

“It’s a shame I don’t live alone anymore. I could get used to waking up like this more often.”

He nosed my ear, kissing the underside of my jaw. “I live alone,” he said. “For the most part.”

“Are you bragging?”

He laughed. “No. Just letting you know that the next sleepover could be at my house.”

“A sleepover? Can we stay up all night telling ghost stories?” I joked.

“Anything for you, my love.”

“Anything is a dangerous promise, mister.”

He looked down at me. “And yet I mean it.”

I smiled. “You really do like me, huh?”

He pressed his forehead to mine. “I really do,” he said. “Actually, I…” He made his grunting-humming sound, then shook his head.

“You what?” I gasped jokingly. “Do you like like me, Walt?”

He looked me in the eye, smiling at me. “You’re the only one who calls me that, you know?”

I played with the hair at his neck, twirling a curl around my finger. “I didn’t know.”

“I’m fairly sure most people don’t even know I have a first name.”

“I feel pretty special that you told me, then.”

“You are special.”

“And that’s why you like like me, right?” I teased.

He let out a long, measured breath. “That’s why I love you.”

My heart felt like it stopped completely. “Are you serious?” I whispered.

He suddenly looked nervous. “I am. Is...is that okay?”

“Is it okay that you love me?”

He looked so boyish as he nodded. “Yeah.”

“Yes, it’s okay.” I took his face in my hands. “Yes, yes, yes!” I said, peppering kisses all over it. “It’s…” I couldn’t even think of the right word.

“Not too soon?” he questioned, though his worry seemed to be fading some after my reaction.

I shook my head. “No. Not at all, bear. It’s right on time.”

He raised an eyebrow at me. “Is it, now?”

“It is,” I said. “Because I love you, too.”

The smile he gave me right then made my heart flutter like never before. There were no worry lines on his face, no concern, just happiness. I wanted to cry at how beautiful it looked on him. “Do you really?”

“More than I’ve ever loved anyone.”

He kissed me and it was like he was trying to pour every ounce of love he felt for me into it. It was so overwhelming that, finally, I did cry. Marshall held me and kissed the tears from my face.

The morning before, I thought that I couldn’t put into words what I felt for him. But right then, the words came so quickly, it was like I’d been saying them all along.

“I love you,” I whispered. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

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drethanramslay · 4 years

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Gone with the wind

Pairing: Rafael x MC( Addison Jones)

Word count: 1.5 K words (this is a short one, I'm sorry)

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Warning: angst and swearing and im apologising before hand if there are any mistakes. its 2 am in the night so :P

Songs: Don't leave by MØ and Before you go by Lewis Capaldi

It had been an eventful day.

From seeing Kyra collapse in her pool of blood, to spoon-feeding Elijah's intern, to having a wild cat and mouse chase in Mass Kenmore it was crazy indeed. Addison has had five heart attacks and six meltdowns in just a span of 12 hours which left her tired physically and mentally.

But you got to see Rafael for like five minutes, so that's a good thing right? he inner ever-optimistic conscience pointed out which made her smile.

Even though they chose to remain friends, anybody within a five mile radius could sense the palpable tension between the two. The lingering gazes, the long hugs and the occasional kisses on the forehead spoke volumes.

Addison fucking knew that he wasn't happy with Sora.

Hell since the time she knew that Addison was his ex, the fights have started increasing in frequency. Initially, Sora would hang out with the group and during those times, when Raf wasn't looking her way, the death glares that were sent her way, left Addy feeling uneasy.

And that was just the beginning.

There were times when she would shout at Rafael incoherently and the sweetheart that Raf is, would listen to her 'concerns' and try different ways to make her happy. Be it by taking her out on cute dates or by showering her with cute presents or swooning surprises. Addy wasn't even aware about this entire fiasco because they pretended to be couple goals. She only got to know when they had gone out fo beers on the nights of the softball game.

He is such a good actor... Addy thought to herself as she entered the lift and pressed the fifth floor, comfortable in the blue scrubs.

The patient poaching was a wild ride in Mass Kenmore and it was overwhelming. Addy had still not come down from her high, the lingering effects of adrenaline making her restless. Ethan tricking Tobias, Baz imitating Zaid and the run in with Aurora was too much.

I swear I need to have one bottle of wine asap. Addy thought has her shoulders ached, a knot forming due to the excessive stress.

She entered room 532 to see Bryce sitting by Kyra, holding her hand and giving her a reassuring smile.

"Hey there K-bear. Gave me quite a scare this morning, huh?" Addy sat by her side and pulled her frail body into a long bear hug.

"Hey Big A. I heard the you had quite the Fast and Furious chase scene today, huh?" Kyra said with a weak smile.

"You wouldn't even believe it Kyra! It was so exhilarating and equal parts terrifying."

"Give me all the deets but before that.." Kyra glanced at Bryce and he gave another encouraging nod. "I'm sorry for being a her to you Addy."

Addison stopped her before she got sucked into the whirlpool of guilt. "No, don't be. I rather you vent all your anger out on me if, its giving you the courage to keep fighting." Kyra gave a huge smile and hugged Addy again. Addy's eyes fell on Bryce. "So Bryce, have you thought of the treatment plan?"

"Yes. So we are gonna do an extensive surgery.." For the next fifteen minutes, Bryce explained the complete plan for the surgery along with the pros and cons, and Addy listened to him with rapt attention.

"So what do you think Big A? Do you think this is a good plan?" Kyra asked with puppy eyes.

"Kyra, if Bryce said its a good idea, I have complete faith in him. You couldn't have had a better surgeon on your side." Bryce gave a grateful smile.

"Thanks Big A. You are the best."

Witnessing the exchange between Kyra spoke up with a mischievous smile. "You know, I remember when you two were clueless little interns fighting over who got to treat me."

"Clueless?!" Addison eyes bugged out.

"Little?!" Bryce clutched his chest out of horror.

Ignoring the offended looks Kyra smiled. "I'm glad that I have you both on my side." Addy gave a soft smile and reached to squeeze her hand, Bryce following suit.

"We aren't going anywhere." Bryce spoke. Addison looked up and she saw Rafael standing outside with his hands stuffed into his pockets. Their eyes met and Addy's heartbeat spiked up.

Bidding goodbye, she headed out and closed the door softly behind her.

"Hey Addy." Rafael spoke with a smile, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. He opened his arms and Addison walked into the warm embrace. She breathed in his minty cologne and suddenly all the distress of the day washed away.

He is like healing salve to my wounds.

"Hey Raf." She said as she stepped back to look at him.

"How is she doing?" Rafael asked as he waved at her. Kyra waved back enthusiastically.

"She is doing as fine as she can."

"Aren't we all?" Raf said as he looked down at her.

The memory of their previous encounter entered her head and she remembered. "What did you wanna talk about, superman?"

Raf's eyes averted and suddenly found interest in staring at his sneakers.

"No its nothing-" Raf began but Addy, turned him towards her, so that his brown orbs could meet her turquoise ones.

"Raf... I know that look. Its the look which you have when I caught you eating my M&M stash. Tell me, whats wrong?"

"I- I am leaving town."

Addison took a sharp intake of breathe. Panic started churning in her chest as she tried to calm herself. "How long?"

Silence followed which in itself, gave an answer to her.

"Rafael fucking answer me! How long will you be gone?!" Addy's eyes were tearing up and Rafael dragged her into the near by supply closet.

"Don't fucking touch me until you answer my damn question." She exclaimed.

"I..I don't know." Rafael stammered out.

Addison eyes widened and she immediately started rambling. "Where are you going? I am getting an off for the next three days. We could go together and chill and enjoy. You don't need to-"

Rafael gripped her shoulders stopping her. "Addison, I bought a one way ticket."

Do you ever feel trapped or frozen as you see the entire basis of your reality fall apart? That sheer hopelessness and the need to fix it, but you can't?

That's how Addison felt.

"No... Rafael you can't do this! Your friends, your girlfriend, your grandma and your job, is all here!! Boston is your life and you have always wanted to stay here and serve the community-"

"I want a change in pace, can you blame me?" Rafael said crossing his arms, his jaw clenching .

Addison's eyes blazed, the turquoise eyes, turning icy. She looked up at his towering height and poked his chest. "Don't for a moment think that I am going to fucking believe that sorry excuse Rafael Aveiro. I have dated you for seven fucking months and I know you inside out. You may forget or lie to yourself about us, but I damn well know you."

"So look me in the eyes and tell me the fucking truth."

"How can I tell you the truth when you are part of the reason I am leaving?" Rafael said through clenched teeth.

Addy was shocked and speechless. "Me? What the fuck did I do?I literally have been the most supportive person-" she managed to choke out before she was interrupted by him.

"Can't you fucking see it Addison?! I have a fucking girlfriend but I am still, like a fucking idiot, completely and utterly in love with you?! Everyday is a fucking tug of war between you and Sora and its ripping me in shreds. I am loosing all my sanity and to top this, I don't have a fucking job to go where I can just forget everything. I am fucking tired and I need room to breathe."

I am completely and utterly in love with you... That love confession was the best thing she had ever heard, but also like a slap on the face.

"Oh."

"Yes 'oh'. So that's why I have decided that I am going to yeet myself out of this hellish situation and start afresh." Raf said with so much determination that it felt like a stab in the heart.

"Rafael you don't need to do that, please. I'm begging you." Addison pleaded, tears streaming down her face. "You are the only good in this entire city. I- I will cease all contact with you until you get your head straight, as much as it hurts you. But please, please don't leave the city. I need you Raf."

"Addison, if I stay here... I-I can't last another day." He said painfully.

A violent sob shuddered through Addison and Rafael's eyes softened. He wrapped his arms around her as cries racked through her entire body. "I'm so sorry sweetheart... You don't deserve this shit I put you through..."

"Raf..."

"I know that I am leaving now. But if I do come back, be it one month or a day, I promise you that I will make you mine... that is if you still want me." he said, his voice cracking as he ran a hand through her blonde hair.

The embrace got over as soon as it started. She stepped back and cupped his cheek and smiled through her tears. "Rafael... there won't be a single day when I can ever stop loving you. I promise that."

"Me too sweetheart... me too."

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letmetellyouaboutmyfeels · 4 years

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So, I tried to answer this ask, and then tumblr fucked up the formatting, so I had to take a screenshot of it and make it as this post instead. My apologies to @handlewithcharacter, especially since she has been oh so patient in waiting forever for me to fill out this prompt. I hope it was worth the wait my dear.

It was Lucy’s idea.

The thing was, both of them needed a new start. Wyatt was fresh off the divorce from Jess, Lucy needed to get away from her mom, and it was less expensive to find a place together than to try and live alone.

The whole “we slept together once and don’t talk about it” thing was kind of awkward, sure, but they were making it work. It was better just to stay friends.

Which was why Wyatt spit his orange juice across the table when Lucy sat down next to him at breakfast and said, “we need to have a wedding.”

“We need to what.” Wyatt grabbed a towel to mop up the juice.

“Not a real wedding,” Lucy protested. “A fake one. We just send out the invitations.”

“If we send out the invitations, people will come. They’ll expect a wedding.” Lucy’d had some interesting ideas but she’d never gone full-on loony bin like this.

“Not if we only send out invitations to rich people.” Lucy pushed a list towards him. “Listen. Think about it. What do you do when you’re invited to a wedding that you can’t attend? You send a gift. Gifts like toasters and other household appliances. Appliances we need.”

...okay, she had a point. Some people might even just send money. “Are you sure about this?”

“Positive,” Lucy insisted. “What could possibly go wrong?”

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It was Jiya’s idea.

Jiya was technically Flynn’s secretary, but in reality she was so much more than that. After Lorena and Iris died, it was Jiya who picked up the pieces and kept Flynn going. She ran his professional life behind the scenes, tag-teaming with Stiv to make sure that all that Flynn had worked for didn’t crumble the same as he did.

It was thanks to her that the company was still running, honestly. It was thanks to her he hadn’t just laid down in the dirt to join his wife and child.

But being appreciative of Jiya, and trying to take some of her suggestions about being social again, did not equate to going to the wedding of two complete strangers.

“Absolutely not. I’m not crashing a wedding.”

“You can’t crash a wedding if you’ve been invited.”

Flynn waved the invitation in the air. “I don’t know this...” He looked at it again. “Lucy Preston or Wyatt Logan.”

“They know that,” Jiya pointed out, smirking. “Look, they’re having a wedding, right? And they’re right in the Bay Area surrounded by these jerkoff tech billionaires and millionaires who made their money off apps and whatever. So they probably figured, hey? Why not invite a few of those rich assholes? None of them will ever come, the invitation probably won’t get past their secretary, and the secretary will arrange to send a nice gift as a consolation for not being able to make it. Nobody’s going to double check whether their boss really knows these people. Who’d have the audacity to send a wedding invitation to someone they don’t know, right?”

Flynn had to admit, that was... a clever plan. He had to admire this Miss Preston and Mr. Logan for it. Moving in together, starting a life together, that was expensive and full of hidden costs. Tricking some people too rich to care into gifting them some household appliances or money? It was kind of genius.

And it would be kind of fun to surprise these people, kind of play their joke back on them. He’d still give a generous wedding gift, of course. But who said he couldn’t have some fun with this?

“...you know what, Jiya? You’re right.” He smiled - that smile that Jiya always said made him look like a mob boss. “Would you like to be my plus one?”

Jiya grinned. “Oh, as if I’d miss this.”

It would be fun - and what could possibly go wrong?

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“...he RSVP’d,” Lucy said faintly.

Wyatt stared at her. “Who did?”

He was in the middle of unwrapping the lovely gifts they’d gotten from several other millionaires on the list. So far they had a toaster, a printer, monogrammed pajamas, and a set of plates. Excellent.

“Garcia Flynn. You know, the security guy?”

Flynn, yeah, Wyatt remembered him. He’d created a security app with his best friend, based it off his extensive war record, his work with Interpol, and the NSA.

“Isn’t he the one who...”

“Lost his wife and daughter in that home invasion, yeah.” Lucy sounded sad.

It had been a horrible twist of cosmic irony.

“...wait.” The actual meaning of what Lucy had said caught up with him. “He RSVP’d? He’s coming?”

“He’s coming,” Lucy confirmed. “He’s bringing a friend.”

“To the wedding.”

“Yes.”

“That is not actually happening.”

“Yes.”

Wyatt stared at Lucy. Lucy stared back.

“...you know when I called you the Bonnie to my Clyde I was... joking about the whole causing trouble part, right?”

“Trust me,” Lucy replied, her voice a bit strangled, “I’m wishing I could smack my past self right about now.”

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Lucy had never been more grateful that her friends were all chaotic neutral gremlins who hated capitalism.

Jess, Rufus, Amy, Denise, and Michelle all leapt right into the wedding planning. Something small, nothing too fancy, basically a party except Michelle had sweet-talked her pastor into letting her borrow the church on a Saturday afternoon and they’d have the fake ceremony there first.

Michelle, as the only one who’d set foot in a church recently (Jess was half-convinced she’d catch fire the second she crossed the threshold), was going to pretend to be the pastor and conduct the ‘ceremony’.

Then they’d all retire to the backyard of Rufus’s friend-slash-boss-slash-father-figure’s place for the party. Mason was conveniently out of town at a science conference in England, and Rufus was house sitting.

It was all going to be perfectly manageable. So long as Mom didn’t find out about this stunt, anyway.

Lucy picked out her dress, something fun and simple, with a short, flared skirt so that she could easily dance in it, and a cute little hat-veil that was like the white version of the chic funeral hat that the wife who definitely killed her husband wore in the movies.

Wyatt was prepped (Jess, Rufus, and Lucy had all separately had to give him pep talks about breathing and not messing this up for them), Lucy looked fabulous, Mom was still in the dark, nothing could possibly go wrong...

“...oh my God, that’s Garcia Flynn!?” Amy hissed.

Lucy peered around her sister’s head and... oh holy fuck.

Six foot four of pure handsome was standing towards the back of the church in a well-cut navy suit. Next to him was a young woman who seemed to be around Amy’s age in a light purple dress that beautifully complimented her dark skin and brown eyes.

“Nobody said anything about him being sex on a stick, holy fuck,” Amy whispered.

Jess looked offended, then stared down at herself as if silently asking herself if she wasn’t sex on a stick.

Lucy had to agree with her sister, though. That man was... holy shit. She needed a tall glass of water.

The back door to the room opened and Wyatt and Rufus shoved inside. “Who the fuck is that woman with Flynn!?” Rufus whispered.

“His plus one,” Lucy answered. “Someone named Jiya Marri.”

“Fantastic, thank you, excuse me,” Rufus said, and pushed both Amy and Lucy out of the way. “Duty calls.”

“What duty!?”

“My duty of escorting that lovely woman to her seat, ‘scuse me.”

“Don’t use a Star Wars pickup line!” Lucy hissed after him. “Rufus! Rufus!”

They all watched as Rufus walked up to the two people, spoke with them for a moment - and then Flynn laughed while Jiya scowled.

“...he used the Star Wars pickup line,” Amy moaned.

Wyatt grabbed Lucy and hauled her to the side. “Watch the dress!” she warned him.

“Did you see him?”

“Of course I saw him!”

“But did you see him!?”

As far as Lucy knew, only she and Jess knew Wyatt was bi. He’d had several drunken benders, cry sessions, and breakdowns over it.

“Yes, Wyatt,” she sighed. “I noticed he’s a tree and I’m a squirrel. He’s a jackhammer, I’m a block of cement. He’s a Popsicle, and I’m a kid with a sugar addiction on a ninety degree summer day.”

“Please stop with the metaphors,” Wyatt groaned, screwing his face up. “Why do I still find you hot?”

“Because I’m a goddess. Wyatt.” She grabbed his arms and shook him. “What. Do we do.”

“I was going to ask you that! This was all your idea!”

“I won a wet t-shirt contest,” Jess said. “Twice. I’m sex on a stick.”

“That’s nice,” Amy said, not even looking at Jess. “C’mon, I think Rufus needs rescuing, Flynn’s just watching him dig himself a grave with Marri.”

She grabbed Jess by the wrist and dragged her out while Jess continued to look betrayed.

Lucy took several deep breaths. “Okay. Okay it’s fine. We’ll just... we’ll go through with it, it’s too late to back out now, and we’ll be polite, and... and...”

God she was going to have to meet the most handsome man she’d ever seen in her life and not flirt with him. She could cry.

“It’ll be fine,” she concluded.

Wyatt looked doubtful.

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Flynn had not expected the wedding to be so small. Then again, he wasn’t even technically supposed to be here, so.

There was just the pastor, her wife and their two children, the maid of honor (who was apparently the sister of the bride), the groom’s ex-wife (who was blatantly and hopelessly trying to get the maid of honor’s attention), and the groom’s friend, who was failing at flirting with Jiya.

They all seemed like very kind people, at least, and fiercely loyal to Lucy and Wyatt, the intended couple. They’ve been best friends for years, Amy, the sister, said. Though they’d never call themselves that, Jess, the ex-wife, added.

“This isn’t what I thought it would be,” Jiya admitted to him softly.

“Me neither.” He’d expected something big and fussy. He felt bad for crashing now.

The pastor, Michelle, asked for everyone to please be seated, and then the groom took his spot at the altar with her.

Huh. The guy, Wyatt Logan, was... huh. He glanced over at Flynn nervously, his cheeks going a little pink, and then glanced quickly down at this shoes, shifting his weight.

Oh. Flynn hadn’t been with anyone since he’d lost his family, but he knew what that look meant. And Wyatt Logan was exactly the kind of pretty that Flynn had a weak spot for.

Then the doors opened and the bride walked in.

Flynn’s jaw went slack.

Lucy Preston was stunning. Her wedding dress was a little casual, and her veil barely counted, but she looked like she’d stepped off a runway. The smirk on her face as she looked at everyone was making it hard for Flynn to breathe.

She caught him staring at her and winked, and Flynn wondered if God was punishing him for all the things he’d screamed when he’d lost Lorena and Iris because holy shit, the first two people he’d been attracted to since his wife were standing right in front of him and marrying each other.

“...you need a roof for that barn you’re raising, Boss?” Jiya murmured, playfully glancing down at his lap and then back up to his face.

Flynn knew he wasn’t raising a barn, or anything else, but he glared at her all the same.

Jiya stifled a laugh.

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“He’s still staring,” Wyatt whispered.

Lucy struggled not to glance over her shoulder. So far, the reception was going well. Denise worked in Homeland so apparently she and Flynn knew some of the same people and were getting along, Rufus had (with Jess’s help) managed to get a second chance with Jiya and was now making her laugh, and Amy was having fun playing DJ.

And Flynn kept staring at them.

“It’s just because we’re the couple who had the audacity to invite him to their six-person wedding,” Lucy murmured.

“N-no,” Wyatt replied. “I think I know what that woman in Jaws felt like.”

“As if you would object to being devoured by him.”

“I wouldn’t, but he thinks I’m married!”

Lucy bit her lip. “We never did talk about the time we...”

Wyatt blushed. “We agreed we were... better as... I know I hurt you. Going back to Jess. I fucked a lot of shit up.”

Lucy took his hand. “Look. We can keep just being friends. Or. We can split that six layer sundae. If you know what I mean.”

“Would he... he’s a millionaire, Lucy. We’re nobody.”

“He’s a millionaire who showed up to a random wedding, Wyatt. He’s lonely.”

“He’ll be appalled.”

“You’re the one who said he was Jaws. It’s San Francisco! Silicon Valley has sex parties, we are the least scandalous thing around here.”

Wyatt flushed, but squeezed her hand. “Okay.” He nodded. “Okay. What’s the worst that could happen, right?”

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Wyatt had never ached so much in his fucking life. Pun intended. Holy shit.

“I’m not moving for a week,” he moaned into the pillow.

Lucy laughed and Flynn (Garcia) lightly smacked his ass. “Lazy.”

Wyatt rolled over and grinned up at him. Flynn was handsome enough when he looked serious, but when he smiled it was like sunshine. “You like me anyway.”

“Do I, though?”

“Three days of sex suggests...” Lucy pointed out, trailing off with a wink.

“Talk about an unconventional honeymoon,” Flynn pointed out.

Wyatt froze, and he felt Lucy do the same.

“Um,” Lucy went pink. “About that.”

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“So nice to be invited to a real wedding this time,” Flynn noted as they took their seats.

“Oh my God,” Wyatt groaned.

“Shhh, you got us out of the deal, you can’t complain.” Lucy kissed his cheek.

He had, in fact, gotten the two of them out of it.

“I’m going to go find Jiya,” he told them, kissing Wyatt’s forehead and Lucy’s hair. He was the one giving her away.

As he stood up, he heard Amy say to Jess, “Wait, are you flirting with me?”

All of them groaned.

#mads answers things #mads writes stuff #timeless #timeless fanfic #garcyatt #garcyatt fanfic #handlewithcharacter

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hi hello everyone !!! this is my first muse here and i’m extremely excited to finally be able to join and give this girl a new home ♡ we have here miss selene song ( red velvet’s joy ), twenty-two, pre-med major, and senior suseong prefect !!! here’s a more extensive profile for other details but i’ve also written down some important stuff under the cut as well as some plots i can think of off the top of my head for efficiency’s sake ~ if you would like to plot please like this post so i can head over to your dms. either way i’m reachable through tumblr ims, twitter, or discord ( ask and u shall receive ) !! 🤙

i. information !!

selene song, 22 years old, suseong senior

virgo sun — see: very organised, extremely diligent, not the smartest tool in the shed but works hard enough to make you think otherwise. would tell you she’s not a perfectionist but really, her actions would speak louder.

pre-med major with a healing minor ( go crazy science nerd!! )

is very passionate about becoming a doctor someday so much that as early as now, she’s already thinking about what practice she would like to specialise in

born and raised in paris, france and went to beauxbatons

she came from a pureblood family but her father is more well known in the muggle world as a chief financial officer of some company while her mother owns a wizarding boutique ( something to keep her busy, they’re well off enough that she doesn’t need to work )

was sheltered growing up. her first official foray into independence was moving halfway across the world to attend mokseong

very much a sweetheart but with some [ redacted ] tendencies you just have to get her drunk first

actually really friendly ?? would talk to you or to anyone she manages to come across. 10/10 would talk to anyone unprovoked and has good memory so even if you just talked to her once about the most trivial thing she’ll still most likely remember you

doesn’t mean you get to take advantage of her when she catches you on those late night prefect patrols doing heaven knows what though !!! 😡 ( unless ur bffs then maybe,,,, just maybe )

absolutely hates being ignored or being compared to anyone. she’s had enough of that growing up and would rather not relive childhood trauma

has been helping out a lot in the hospital wing since her junior year so she spends a lot of time there !!

probably chatters a lot when she’s getting people fixed up and will hold your hand if the pain becomes a little bit Much

ii. connections !!

FRIENDS PLS — like i said, she’s extremely friendly and i’d really like to establish some solid friendships for her. doesn’t matter if you’re polar opposites she can adjust easily for the ppl in her life. she just needs someone to talk to, cry with, get drunk with... anything!

an ex — male, preferably either a fellow senior or a 1st-2nd year grad student. i’d leave it at that so if anyone’s interested we can discuss other important details ~

beauxbatons students — friends ?? people she’d be excited to see in mokseong ?? a BEST FRIEND please it would be so cute... just 2 friends moving across the world to be in uni together 🥰

possible relatives???

your parents were society friends back in paris and sometimes you were tagged along for those god forsaken parties rich people like to throw all the time and you hung out a lot during these events and what now !! you’re both in mokseong

dept. of health majors !!! — someone to share the stress of being health majors with... a competitive muse she can make fun of because she’s really not All that and it would be funny to her to see people butt heads with each other... someone to motivate her to study and someone who will pull her out of it because what is balance ?? once she starts grinding she never stops 🤟

prefects — somehow it’s the two of you who gets stuck doing patrols together and it’s either you love it or you hate it

suseong freshmen — pls feed her mother hen tendencies that is all ♡

iii. situations for threads !!

it’s a friday night and you managed to drag her out of the library after she put up a fight. moments later, she’s tipsy enough and the first person on the dance floor. “here i thought you didn’t want to go out??” pls take care of her... or not.. you can both regret your decisions later

your troublemaker muse ends up in the hospital wing to get patched up after a minor accident and she has suspicions as to how they got it, doesn’t pry, but makes them promise to never do it again whatever that was... a moment of vulnerability

she decides to solo-patrol the dungeons late one night and there you were.. waiting for your dalliance. instead of docking points, she decides to be terrible and wait for the person with you. possibly bore and annoy you with conversation about the health hazards of having sex in public until you finally leave

her favourite person to practice stuff on i.e. asking you to sit down for her as she practices taking your blood pressure 5 times, letting her prod on your body with a muggle stethoscope. she tells you that in exchange for all that, she’ll never let you pay her a cent when she becomes your doctor in the future!

as an ever trusting, gullible soul, you were able to scam her into something (be it smth she can try, believe in, or be invited to) and now she’s always hated you a little bit about it

“oh you like him/her? let me talk to them for you!” a.k.a she tries to play matchmaker

she’s having trouble in one of her weaker subjects (anything that’s not related to her major) and you help her out! or could be vice versa !! she’s great at science related things

#* ooc —

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aquaticalay · 4 years

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Siren .Chapter Three.

Bucky Barnes x Sonic Screaming!Reader

Summary: Bucky Barnes fancies you, a singer who performs at a local bar every Monday and Friday night. After a few months of attending your gigs, Bucky finally got the chance to talk to you. One problem: you are New York's sonic screaming vigilante. And the avengers have been trying to figure out who you are for months. (Post-Endgame)

Warning/s for this chapter : cursing lol, mentions of violence

Warning/s for the series: cursing, violence, eventual smut (which you can skip)

Word count: 1800+

Disclaimer: I do not own the Marvel characters.

Note: I'm uploading on mobile for the third time, still won't show up in the tags. Help

I will post a new chapter every two days. Let me know if you'd like to be on the taglist!

"This person did what?" Sam asked, making sure if he heard Bucky correctly. The two of them were in the Avengers meeting room the next morning.

"Screamed," He confirmed. "And it was inhuman. Even I hurt all over."

Sam studied the gun he brought back, then looked back at Bucky, an interrogative look on his face.

"What?" Bucky furrowed his eyebrows, "You don't believe me? Well–"

"Oh, I believe you," Sam said blankly, "In the last three months, there have been five reports on a high pitched noise. In the Bronx, Queens, Brooklyn, and Newark. The fifth was from Harlem last night, your encounter," Sam breathed, "I have been looking into it alone. I thought it was some sort of device. I… didn't even think it might be a person."

Bucky's finger anxiously tapped on the table. He hadn't seen who the person was. The hood she was wearing had given the person the features of a shadow— it's like they weren't even real. It was ghostly, the way they disappeared.

"If you find this… Siren, tell me. I want to be the one to find them," Bucky demanded, and he wasn't taking no for an answer.

You were the first to wake up. Still in the apartment, you noticed everyone around you was a mess, sleeping and snoring like college kids after a long night of partying. Vince and Luna stayed up until four, both of them in a state of panic. They were worried about getting caught, even after Lando reassured them that it was incredibly hard to track you, thanks to the layers and layers of security that he has set for your online presence. Lando fell asleep on the computer desk, after a long night of fortifying the security.

You decided to leave them a note saying that you were going home. You changed into a white shirt and sweatpants, stuffing all your things in a duffel bag.

You took the subway to Manhattan, where your apartment was.

Your home was not small— not at all.

It was a penthouse in the center of Manhattan, but some sort of guilt always haunted you when you step in. The penthouse wasn't yours, not really. You inherited it from your father, who was allegedly killed after he created you.

You've always loved to sing, ever since you were a child. Three years ago, a desperate ex-KGB spy, who has descended into madness, held you hostage in exchange for your father's money. When he found out your father has secretly contacted the police, he slit your throat, then commited suicide by stabbing himself.

They were able to salvage your life, but your vocal cords has been badly damaged, and every doctor you met told you the damage was beyond repair. You couldn't even talk, let alone sing.

Your father one of the four founders of Viseur Corps, a scientific research corporation. The other three owners were parents of Vince, Luna, and Lando.

Your father urged a bioengineering project to fix your vocal cords called project 'vox.' After a year of extensive surgeries, you could finally speak again.

The side effect, however, was unexpected.

A small miscalculation allowed your vocal cords to vibrate at the speed of sound itself, sometimes even faster.

A week after, all four scientists were found dead, cyanide poison in their systems, and the bioactive particles and chemical radiation used to restore your vocal cords has been stolen. Thankfully, without a proper application method, the sonic characteristics of the vocal cords were hard to replicate. Hard, but not impossible.

The killer has never been found. Two years later, the sonic formula finally popped up in your radar. If you got the formula, you could stop anyone else from weaponizing the vox formula, and you could finally track the murderer.

You laid down on the couch, feeling utterly useless. You've got a gig to play a day after tomorrow, you could get some well-needed rest today. One problem: you could not rest. Not mentally. The burden of being somewhat responsible for your own father’s death, and your inability to catch the murderer so far has urged you to do more physical activities. Running, swimming, anything to get your mind off the stress. It has been an effective way to deal with negative energy.

You took a shower, and decided to go for a jog. You had your earphones embedded in into your earlobes, shielding you from any conversation attempt. It was a nice day. The sun was not too bright, the wind was not too hard. In the middle of your run, the music stopped. The tune changed into your ringtone, and you slowed down to look at your phone. It was Lando.

You stopped running altogether and started walking as you answered the call.

“Hey,” you greeted.

“(Y/n),” he said over the line. You could tell he was tired, “Got home safe?”

"Yeah," you told him shortly, "What's up?"

"You're on the news," he told you urgently, "well, not you. The other guy. You know, your alter ego.."

"Shit," you whispered, "How bad is it?"

"It's the headline on every news channel," he said worriedly.

As you were approaching a cafè, you did not hesitate to go in. You saw a TV in the corner, and sure enough, there was footage of your confrontation with James Barnes on the screen.

'The Avengers has started a nationwide manhunt for what they call 'The Siren,' said a reporter.

"(Y/n)?" Lando said through the phone. You were struck, you forgot you were still on the phone.

You snapped back to life, "I'll call you back."

Without waiting for an answer, you turned off the call.

You were in the middle of the cafè staring at the TV.

So yeah, some people were already looking at you funny.

When you noticed, you decided to get coffee. It would be weird just to burst in, stare at the TV, and just leave. You ordered a latte and took a seat, where you had a good view of the screen.

You listened intently, taking a good sip of your coffee.

They were describing what they could about your physical features, but with your suit on, the description weren't very accurate.

When you felt a hand on your shoulder, you froze.

"I didn't expect to see you here," said James Barnes. He was wearing a dark denim jacket and jeans, but he was missing his gloves and sunglasses.

He wasn't in 'disguise.’ He wasn’t trying to hide his identity, unlike last night.

Some people looked at him and whispered in awe that there was an avenger in the room, but no one really said anything. He still had his metal arm in his pocket, but it was probably more of a habit than a conscious act.

"Hi," you managed to give a smile. He ran his human fingers through his brown locks of hair nervously, "Do you mind if I…" he pointed to the empty seat in front of you. You tried your best not to panic, "Go ahead."

He sat, a paper cup of coffee on his hand.

Your heart was beating fast, thumping out of your chest. What if he found out it was you? What if he knew? What if he was here to confront your identity as the so-called 'Siren' the news has been talking about?

"Busy day, huh?" You said without thinking, tilting your chin towards the TV.

"Oh, right," Barnes said, pleasantly surprised that you knew who he was.

You had to hold back a sigh of relief. He didn't know it was you. You had to make sure it stayed that way.

"Yeah, I didn't recognize you last night, James," you forced a smile, but it came out sincere, "probably because of the sunglasses, and it was dark, too."

"I don't blame you," he let out a hearty laugh, "and please, call me Bucky."

"Well, Bucky," you said, and you have to admit your mouth liked the sound of his name, "what brings you here?"

He shrugged nonchalantly, "I come here every once in a while. Best coffee in all of New York," He sipped his coffee again, "and you?"

"Just passing by," you told him. In your defense, it was the truth, to some degree.

"I've been meaning to tell you," he said, and you could've sworn his cheeks turned a slightly redder shade, "you have a great voice."

"Thanks," you chuckled, and this time, you didn't need to fake it, "I try."

"No, really," he insisted, "and your performance was incredible. How long have you been doing this?"

Somehow, this was the beginning of a long chat, way longer than you expected. You were trapped in a three-hour long conversation with the charming man. Little by little, your worries fade away until it completely disappeared. You started enjoying his presence, laughing at his childhood stories as well as telling your own.

Before you knew it, it was four in the afternoon.

"I probably need to get back," he said, a tinge of disappointment in his voice. He masked it quickly with a curve on his lips.

"Oh," you said, followed with a smile, "See you around?" You asked with uncertainty.

"I hope so," he gave you a smile and walked out the cafè. You watched him go through the window, where he gave you one last small adorable wave. You found yourself giggling, waving back.

When he was nowhere out of sight, you noticed a scribble on your napkin. It was Bucky's number, followed with an old fashioned handwriting. 'Text me?'

You did not text him right away. You found yourself pacing back and forth in your apartment, frustrated. You had a good time. Such a great time, in fact, that you forgot he was in the middle of hunting you down.

Was it a smart move? You tried to convince yourself that it was a good idea. That this could be one one of those 'hiding in plain sight' tactics. He would never suspect someone he knew, right?

You flopped down on the couch, and grabbed your phone. You already saved his number. All you needed to do was type out the words.

'Hey, James. This is (Y/n). Got your number :)'

You hit send, telling yourself again and again that this was a good idea. It probably wasn't, but you only told yourself what you wanted to hear.

"You seem happy," Sam teased, raising eyebrows at Bucky, who just entered the room. Bucky shrugged, "Maybe I want to be happy."

"Whoa, what?" Sam said. Was this Bucky? Sam wondered, The same anti-social Bucky who only drank black coffee and only expressed his true emotions once in a blue moon?

"What's going on, man?" Sam urged, grinning at his friend's joy, which radiated in his smile.

"You know that bar I've been going to?" Bucky asked. Sam nodded, "The Mermaid- something? Didn't you say you've been crushing on a singer there for months?"

Bucky nodded, "I met her at a cafe," he beamed, "I spent some time getting to know her."

"That's what I'm talking about!" Sam jokingly exclaimed, "Old man Barnes is back it the game, folks!"

Bucky chuckled, hoping to get a notification sometime soon.

A few hours later, his phone gave off a little noise. For the first time in a long time, he couldn't stop smiling.

@thejourneyneverendsx @ispepeagain @magykal-777 @sfxsucker @moli1497 @justanothergirlwithdemons @ciochesono @allonszassbutt @hennessy0274-blog @chubby-dumplin @talk-geek-to-me @sebastian-i-stan @iwishthatiwasbuckysgirl @thelureabove @womanontheedgeofnothing @snugglemedaddy @perrythefrickinplatypus @missursulacalmet @angryknightstatesmantrash

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yume-x-hanabi · 4 years

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Writer Meta Meme

I decided to do all the questions on this meme :)

1. Tell us about your current project(s) – what’s it about, how’s progress, what do you love most about it?

My current project is Concubinage, my gaiwin arranged marriage AU. It started as a random, entirely self-indulgent idea, but it has since grown into an actual project. Progress is good, I’ve managed to do bi-monthly updates and I have 30k in my drafts so far.

What I love the most about it is that, since it’s an AU, I’m pretty free to do whatever I want. I don’t have to be too careful of timelines and so on. Plus, in this AU, Gaius and Wingul are able to get closer than they otherwise would, due to the different circumstances. They have their own trials, but it’s different than in the canon timeline.

Another current project is Tales of Xillia Week, but I didn’t get much inspiration for it so I think I’m gonna do meta/headcanon posts more than fics ^^;

2. Tell us about what you’re most looking forward to writing – in your current project, or a future project

I’m looking forward to getting to the part where it’s just domestic fluff haha. It’ll take a while to reach that point though.

3. What is that one scene that you’ve always wanted to write but can’t be arsed to write all of the set-up and context it would need? (consider this permission to write it and/or share it anyway)

Not just one scene ig, but I’ve been wanting to write one-shots showing how the Chimeriad survived, and... haven’t gotten around to planning it. So it’s pretty low on my project list tbh.

4. Share a sentence or paragraph from your writing that you’re really proud of (explain why, if you like)

I have... a few, but they’re all spoilers for future chapters XD;;

5. What character that you’re writing do you most identify with?

I don’t... really identify with characters. I mean, they’re pretty different than me in personality, life and circumstances...

6. What character do you have the most fun writing?

I love writing Gaius and Wingul of course, but Agria’s probably the most fun. She’s completely unrestrained, which makes her pretty easy and fun to let loose XD

7. What do you think are the characteristics of your personal writing style? Would others agree?

Exposition and worldbuilding XD

I can’t help it, I always need to develop the setting...

8. Is what you like to write the same as what you like to read?

Yes. I would love it if more people wrote gaiwin XD

9. Are you more of a drabble or a longfic kind of writer? Pantser or plotter? Do you wish you were the other?

I used to be more of a ficlet writer, but I’m currently doing well with a longfic XD

As for the rest, it varies. I like to plot and outline a bit, but it’s often rather loose and I let inspiration guide me.

10. How would you describe your writing process?

Wait for inspiration time, energy and motivation to align.

11. What do you envy in other writers?

Those who update super long fics every week. How do you do it????

12. Do you want your writing to be famous?

Naah, I’m fine in my corner of fandom. Though I wouldn’t say no to a few more readers, if only to know that the ship still sails xD

13. Do you share your writing online? (Drop a link!) Do you have projects you’ve kept just for yourself?

Yep, I post on AO3. And all projects are meant to be posted one day, but some aren’t simply because they aren’t finished.

14. At what point in writing do you come up with a title?

The beginning, usually, but I might change it

15. Which is harder: titles or summaries (or tags)?

Tags are easy. Titles and summaries are hard, and I always end up with something boring but heh, as long as they get the meaning across...

16. Tried anything new with your writing lately? (style, POV, genre, fandom?)

It was last year, but I tried first person pov with my Agria fic, because that fits her well. I’d like to try poetry, maybe.

17. Do you think readers perceive your work - or you - differently to you? What do you think would surprise your readers about your writing or your motivations?

I have no idea tbh. When I write, I like to imagine what my readers will think (especially like when I write funny scenes, I hope they’ll make people laugh), but idk if it’s exactly like I think.

18. Do any of your stories have alternative versions? (plotlines that you abandoned, AUs of your own work, different characterisations?) Tell us about them.

In Concubinage, I considered adding a plotline where Arst met an ex and had to deal with complicated feelings about it -- being reminded how it was to be in a loving relationship vs political marriage, craving intimacy like he used to have with said ex, etc. I ended up scrapping the idea though.

I also have... two or three possible ways things can play out in a much later plotpoint, and I think I’m pretty sure of which way I’ll go already, but the other possibilities exist. Maybe I’ll make a post about all abandoned plotlines one day...

19. Is there something you always find yourself repeating in your writing? (favourite verb, something you describe ‘too often’, trope you can’t get enough of?)

“And, but, and, but...” XD;

Also characters often find themselves doing something before they knew it...

My style is probably pretty repetitive. I’m not a native speaker, and I feel limited sometimes...

20. Tell us the meta about your writing that you really want to ramble to people about (symbolism you’ve included, character or relationship development that you love, hidden references, callbacks or clues for future scenes?)

Concubinage is the result of watching too many sageuk and taiga drama. No I’m not sorry.

When writing AU, I always like to include “cameo” of the original storyline (for example, as the plot of a book, or treating the canon games as a fractured dimension in Chimeriad Live AU’s, etc)

In Fractured Lives, I try to alternate Wingul and Gaius’ pov. It’s probably gonna bite me in the ass when some plot points work better in one pov but the chapter requires the other. I’ll probably have to come up with some fillers or something...

I have extensive headcanon about Auj Oule’s geography, history etc, which pops up in a lot of (planned) fics. Even if it’s different fics/AU’s (ex. Concubinage vs my pre-game gaiwin project vs the Wingul fic I was writing for the big bang), I reuse the same settings and OC’s. Most of those aren’t written/posted yet so it’s pretty self-contained for now, but if I ever get to completing those projects I hope it won’t be too confusing to readers who don’t follow all the stories...

21. What other medium do you think your story would work well as? (film, webcomic, animated series?)

If I had the art skills, I’d love to turn some of them into comics ;A;

22. Do you reread your old works? How do you feel about them?

Sometimes. Usually because I need to refresh my memory before writing a new chapter XD

23. What’s the story idea you’ve had in your head for the longest?

That project to write the whole pre-game Gaius & Wingul history, that’s something I’ve been wanting since forever. Well, I originally wanted to read it, but since no one’s gonna do it, I started thinking I should write it. It’s gonna be a huge project though...

24. Would you say your writing has changed over time?

I honestly have no idea. I do sense a difference in that it’s much easier for me to just write now; I guess habit helps. But I have no idea if style changed or anything lol.

25. What part of writing is the most fun?

Filling the tag with my OTP XD

#yume fanfiction #ask meme

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