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the-floral-perspective · 9 months

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General creepypasta headcannons!

Ft: Jeff the killer, Ben Drowned, Ticci Toby, Dr Smiley, Puppeteer, Bloody Painter, Masky, Hoodie, laughing Jack, Jason the toymaker, Homicidal Liu and Eyeless Jack

Warning: these are not romantic! These are general personality trait headcannons. Also, a lot of the pastas are good friends with Ben. Mentions of weed and alcohol.

Also I’m using my AU where the creepypastas only kill r8pists and Peds (I’ll just call it the vigilant AU.)

I’m also working on a micheal afton smut rn, so y’all will get that soon.

Jeff the killer

-The worst person to drink with, he’s absolutely ruthless when drunk. (Angry, annoying or horny, you don’t roll the dice. He does)

-has a vintage tea set that was Liu’s (he stole it when he turned)

-he’s the most brutal and crude creepypasta, but whenever he’s mad he’s really fuckin mad.

-Ohioan tbh

-IAED (intermittent Anger Explosive Disorder)

-I feel like when he’s not having an episode he’s pretty likable (he’s probably accidentally one of the funniest creeps)

-this fucker definitely talks to himself, I feel like he might also have OCD.

-pop not soda

-his mouth slits are not that prominent (like food doesn’t fall out of his mouth) and he has his eyelids

-his skin isn’t smooth??? Mf was literally burned, he’s covered with a lot of old slightly healed burn scars.

-his hair care is better because of Ben.

-getting Jeff and Masky pissed off at the same time they will angrily tag team you (not sexually… maybe sometimes.)

-Jeff is very romantically detached and romantically stupid. Like he doesn’t really get attraction that much and when he does he doesn’t know what to do about it.

Ben Drowned

-vapes just a little (blue raz)

-weirdly responsible over the rest of the creeps (hygiene wise, he’s very meticulous) he’s the weed dealer of the house, his room in the attic is the major “fuck-it-up-and-party” Room

-not that angry of a person, very lax and chill.

-the funnest creeps to smoke the greens with. He’s fr just so chill (he’s also very funny too, trust me he’s fun AF)

-Ben is the funniest pasta, but only because of his pathetic-ness. Like he makes a lot of cheesy jokes and rhymes, it makes the other pastas laugh because most the time he doesn’t intend it to be funny.

-chronic mimicker, like it’s bad. If anyone else talks or says a word slightly different suddenly it’s the only word he’ll say for a month straight.

-his eyes are constantly bleeding and it pisses him off

-human eyes are brown and his skin is slightly tan.

-he’s very horny all the time but with no release. He doesn’t crush on the pasta girls, nor does he watch porn. This mf writes his own personal fanfiction in a diary (that the creeps stole one night while drunk and read)

-he’s honestly one of the cleanest creepypastas. (And probably the most popular for them all, at least. He’s friends with everyone.)

-ADD nightmare and screamo music daydream.

-I feel like if he sang he’d sound like that one song ‘King for a Day’

Toby

-he’s a little dickhead, but relatively lovable. It’s just cause he’s cheeky and devilish.

-doesn’t smoke weed or drink.

-he’s very jealous of Liu and Jeff since because of his sisters death. He wishes that like Liu, his sister would arrive one day somewhat alive. (It never happens)

-ADHD and bipolar nightmare, has a slender therapist lmao.

-Toby doesn’t like Jeff that much for trying to kill Liu. Liu and Toby are friends because Liu reminds him of Lyra (his sister)

-Toby is also somewhat close with the women of the mansion rather then the men. He’s good friends with both Judge Angels and Jane. Clockwork and him aren’t close anymore as she went off on her own.

-he’s a really deep thinker, and surprisingly sentimental. Though not for his victims. Toby is harsh whenever he feels like it.

-he’s a relatively quiet person. He’s good friends with Ben and EJ. Toby also has a slow reaction to danger, he’s the least likely in the group to get scared by something.

-Toby had to get a slender therapist because of his last manic episode (he made up “creepypasta” while accidentally high one night on Ben’s computer in 2010 and the pastas haven’t trusted him with tech since.)

-he wanted to become a writer growing up.

Dr Smiley

-originally, I feel like Dr Smiley wanted to do good for people. I feel like he wanted to be a politician until he forcefully remembered how people are. He’s also really bad at medical stuff, go to EJ for that, not smiley.

-awful trust issues, he doesn’t trust a soul. Ironically, Smiley is one of the most social pastas. Reverse psychology babe.

-smiley is good at a lot of things, this man’s a fuckin prodigy.

-one of the first creepypastas to join the gang. Also one of the most polite.

-he’s really classy and only ever accidentally taken an edible (never again). Smiley trips out hard whenever high, it’s almost concerning.

-definitely has a small garden for herbs. He’s either seen killing, out in the garden, or in his medical room.

-a lot of the pastas are convinced smiley doesn’t sleep (no one has ever seen it, though Ben did capture one singular photo as proof and that is it)

-dr smiley is always left in charge whenever Slender has meetings (he only has to approve missions sent by the pastas.)

-as much as smiley is a prodigy, he’s awful in the kitchen. It’s kind of sad.

Puppeteer

-smooth, might as well call this fucker MJ.

-he always wins in arguments bc he’s so sly. Sort of a kleptomaniac and will gaslight you.

-called pup by most (not like a dog)

-always has his business in other peoples faces, but unlike Ben, he doesn’t get away with it.

-Puppet laughs a lot but doesn’t really talk. he’s also pretty good friends with Jane and Helen.

-one of the least organized pastas. His room is really messy and so is he. He cleans up after himself, but don’t go into his room.

-Major Depressive Disorder

-him and hoodie always get A+ on their duo assignments. Though the two of them aren’t that close, they’re hella good at working together.

-puppeteer isn’t classy at all. He drinks as soon as he wakes up, but in a Fiona Gallagher way.

-definitely watches Shameless. His top show rn. Binged the entirety in 3 days. Didn’t sleep whatsoever. (His fave character is V bc she’s hot)

Bloody Painter

-LOVES Hozier. Like actively buys tickets for his shows. Either hozier or The Hush Sound.

-the most visual mf you’ll ever meet. If he’s real comfortable he’d ramble for super fucking long (and gets annoyed when someone gets bored or questions him.)

-work first, people last. Helen really just focused on the next step in front rather than the whole timeline.

-beat the shit out of Toby for the accident of 2010. Though the two made up.

-mentally I think he’s…. Alright??? He’s one of those disturbingly quiet people, very hard to read. Though, turns out he’s just mute. Also has OCD

-he has a problem trusting himself and his thoughts (as most ppl with OCD do)

-very unhealed, Helen is very raw. Like his wounds are barely closed. Sometimes Helen is able to relax though and that’s only when he’s alone or possibly with Puppeteer.

-Helen makes sure he has no bad blood between any pasta. He’s worried hoodie doesn’t like him, though.

Masky

-staring problem, huge staring problem. resting bitch face too. Truthfully he’s never really annoyed much.

-insomniac with a touch of depression. He’s always super tired. Chronic eyebag haver.

-probably has thin silver glasses.

-loves sugary coffee and tea. Drinks basic white girl drinks 100%

-really good friends with Eyeless Jack and often helps him get more medical supplies.

-dare I say slight accent??? Not rlly an accent, but sounds like he’s from Tennessee. His moms def from New Jersey tho.

-Jewish heritage. He also watches a LOT of Rick and Morty with Ben.

-buys his weed from Ben to relax. He was forced to stop smoking by Hoodie and Sally. Weed is the next best thing.

-he’s really good at voice impressions but almost never does them unless he’s with Sally or Lazari.

-Masky is very depressed and unmotivated, so Puppeteer is usually around him a lot. Not that either of them care much.

Hoodie

-he’s literally mute. Also believe that he’s short too. Like 5’7.

-watches attack on Titan, his favorite character is Miche and Armin. Besides that, he doesn’t watch much anime.

-his room is covered in posters.

-Slendermans favorite, second to Dr Smiley.

-he loves 80’s music. The puppeteer does too, they listen together sometimes on missions.

-in love with Diet Pepsi and cool ranch Doritos.

-knows how to knit (don’t ask.) (he got high with Ben one time)

-come to think of it, everyone has went borderline insane smoking with Ben before. Hoodie has a picture book filled with their embarrassing high moments.

-hoodies room has a lot of spare notebooks and picture books. Don’t know why. All of them are individually organized. If you looked through them you’d go insane tho.

-worst handwriting in the entire mansion.

Laughing Jack

-he has a grudge against all cheeses. Like he fucking HATES cheese. Especially blue cheese.

-worst diet of the pastas. He eats like a 6 year old mixed with the Elf. Everything to him has to be sweet, if not then it has to be crunchy. Like chicken tenders, he can eat those, but that’s about it.

-secret genius because everyone thinks he’s stupid (when he’s really the instigator) the only person who’s caught onto this is Ben, but no one believes Ben.

-constantly humming.

-he hates TV and phones but likes music. Though if you put on bubble guppies or some shit, his brain would probably shut down.

-he’s constantly eating the floor, this mf is so clumsy.

-Jack riots a lot and starts plenty of petitions. Like when slender tried implementing a dinner time schedule, he petitioned for it to be gone because he didn’t want pasta. That one chipped at Slender’s nonexistent heart.

-he’s rebellious in nature and very horny. He’s constantly doing the most, very over the top whenever he likes someone.

-he hates Japanese horror films

Jason the toymaker

-he doesn’t turn his assignments into doll’s because they don’t deserve a second chance at life. Jason is one of the only pastas that kill normal people. The normal people are tortured and turned into dolls, his assignments are tortured and left to rot.

-Jason has an eye for fashion and has sewn a bunch of dresses for Sally. He also has a very high pitched giggle.

-tbh Jason listens to Kesha 100% it just scratches the spot

-he’s almost a horder. More than once did Slender have to expand Jason’s toy shop.

-hates all animals, there is not a single animal that he likes. (Though somehow, smiledog really likes him.) (Jason hates him but doesn’t harm him)

-he’s honestly such a priss, like fr. He’s always gossiping os judging. It’s funny though.

-he doesn’t really like much of the pastas. He likes Ben and sometimes LJ is cool, but aside from that he just doesn’t care about the rest much.

-he absolutely fucks up thin mints and raisin cookies. His fave food is probably a cinnamon raisin bagel with cream cheese tho tbh

Homicidal Liu

-Liu doesn’t really remember Jeff, but Sully does.

- Liu’s other systems are named Ajax and Diane, both of which are female.

-he really likes keeping up on YouTube drama and actively prays on downfalls.

-Liu’s best friend is definitely Toby or Zero. Aside from that he’s really closed off, he admires Slender too.

-Dissociative Identity Disorder.

-he definitely almost got on Zalgo’s side, but something (he doesn’t know what) pulled him to Slender more.

-least picky out of the creeps. He can stomach basically everything.

-he was one of those kids that had chronic ear infections, Liu constantly would have cotton balls in his ears Bc of this 😭

-Liu gets sick really easily, his immune system is NOT happy. Prob because he really likes spicy food but still.

-definitely 100% the best cook out of the pastas (with Ben being the best baker)

-Slendermans third favorite after Dr Smiley and hoodie.

-he’s honestly so homesick, but he doesn’t remember what for. Feels a strange connection to Jeff, but also almost hates him? He’s conflicted.

-serious victim of medical malpractice and medical abuse, he absolutely hates hospitals and anything to do with them.

Eyeless Jack

-used to write music in college before he turned. Also actually really sad about how his life ended.

-he’s good friends with Ben and Masky and surprisingly talkative. I felt like he almost whispers though.

-I also like to think that Jack is very musically inclined and the reason he went to medical school was so he could make bank in the future. His parents definitely didn’t want Jack to be a musician.

-so he can definitely play electric guitar and some piano (he tries and learns everyday)

-really bad at sports and awful sense of direction. He’s always lost. Ben usually has to fetch him once he goes out for missions.

-though I don’t think Jack being lost is all his fault, the path to the mansion changes every three hours and Jack leaves often for kidneys.

-he sees sally as a little sister and does a lot to make her happy.

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astermath · 11 months

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pierced ☽༓･

pairing: ethan landry x fem!reader

summary: they say nipple piercings taste like house keys. and there’s no place like home baby. aka ethan finds out you have nipple piercings and naturally, he’s intrigued.

tags: established relationship, use of female anatomy, no actual sex lol just foreplay, barely proofread, minors dni!!!

word count: 1.3K

notes: always thought nipple piercings were hot tbh but I’m too scared to get them :////// this is my way of coping :///// also again I’m telling y’all i see ethan as a tits man 100% no way around it!!!!

let me know if you’d like to be added to the tag list for further ethan landry related content!

You and Ethan had been dating for a few weeks now.

Ethan loved you very much, and there was no way you couldn’t tell. The brunette was practically glued to you, even before you two became a couple. Always had an arm around you, your fingers intertwined when you held hands, having you on his lap whenever he could...

Needless to say, there was no lack of affection in your relationship. But yet, you two hadn’t really done anything sexual yet. Besides a stray hickey or a squeeze of your ass during a heated make-out session, the two of you had been relatively conservative in your touches. Ethan was a virgin, something he’d blurted out randomly to the group before, and the thought of it made you want to take your time with him.

So at times, when all you wanted to do was rip off your clothes and take him, you restrained yourself. Because you liked him. A lot. You wanted things to be different.

He spent a lot of time in your dorm too. Not having a roommate made having some privacy a lot nicer, and he gladly accepted your invitations to stay over every time.

It had been pretty warm, most of the windows being open as you situated yourself in your small kitchen, pouring you and your boyfriend a drink. Despite it being relatively dark outside already, the heat persisted, and so you decided to wear something other than a baggy shirt for once.

You could hear the lock of your door click open, and you smiled to yourself. Ethan had a spare key to your place, originally just for emergencies, although you’d argue seeing each other was an emergency at any given moment.

He called out your name, kicking off his shoes and dropping his bag next to them.

“I’m in the kitchen baby!” You opened the fridge, looking through the contents to see what you could make for dinner later. A pair of familiar arms snaked around your waist, a soft hum leaving his hips before he pressed his lips to your neck. “Missed me?” You turned your head to face him.

“Always,” He leaned in, kissing you softly, “it’s so hot outside...”

“Tell me about it.” You closed the fridge and let go of him, snatching one of the iced drinks you poured off the counter and handing it to him. You then grabbed your own, and held it out to clink gently against his. “Cheers to summer in New York.”

“Cheers.” He smiled, taking a good, long sip as his eyes remained on you.

Or more specifically, your chest.

He’d never noticed before, mostly because you hadn’t really worn tops like this in front of him, but he could definitely tell; the outline of two barbell piercings stood stark against the cloth of your top. It was pretty obvious, and his eyes quickly darted away before you’d make a comment about him staring at your tits again.

“Ethan?” You raised an eyebrow, back leaning against the counter.

“Yeah?” His drink was still at his lips.

“You were staring.” You snort, amused by how clueless he was to where his eyes landed. Seemed like it was too late to pretend he wasn’t looking.

“Oh,” His cheeks tinge pink, “I-I’m sorry, I just--” He was so vulnerable to you when you looked at him like that, so expectant, like you wanted him to admit something.

“It’s okay,” You took another sip, holding eye contact. He swore the look you gave him was making his pants tighter already.

“I didn’t know you... Had those...” He wasn’t sure how to phrase it in a way that didn’t make him seem like a creep.

“What?” You tilted your head slightly. “Tits or nipple piercings?”

“The second one.” He still isn’t sure if you’re about to cuss him out for being a pervert, or if you’re enjoying this.

“I figured,” You chuckled, and he felt the nerves melt off his body. “Just never came up before I guess.”

The two of you spend the rest of your night on the couch, watching a movie. Despite him insisting you watch it carefully, his own attention was elsewhere. He had to admit he didn’t know how to feel about someone else touching your chest and your nipples before he could, but then again, he did think they looked really hot. Even if he just saw them peek through your top a little.

He’d sneak glances every now and then, and as your attention inevitably shifted from the movie to him, and the two of you stumbled into an impromptu make out session, his hands just itched to touch them.

Your kisses were hot, arms slung over his shoulders as you straddled him. His hands settled nicely onto your sides, but you could tell they were slowly creeping up. You grinned against his lips, hips moving slightly against his growing erection.

“You know,” you spoke softly, lips brushing over his with your words, “if you’re so interested, I could always just show you.”

“W-What?” He pretends to play dumb, but he knows exactly what you mean. His cock twitches slightly at the thought of your naked tits in front of him, and he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t thought of touching them before.

You sighed, almost dramatically so, as your hands gripped the hem of your top. You pulled it off in one swift motion, tits bouncing slightly as they were released.

If he wasn’t rock hard already, he absolutely was now.

His mouth was almost watering at the sight of them, swallowing to keep down some of the nervous spit that had gathered in his throat. “Fuck…” He mumbled, before his puppy eyes met yours again. “They’re beautiful… Can I…?” He reached his hand up halfway.

“Of course, they’re healed, you can do whatever to ‘em.” You arched your back a little, further moving your tits into his face.

He seemed hesitant at first, hands coming up to gently cup your soft breasts, humming softly at how perfectly they fit into his hands. They were so soft, and for a moment he couldn’t believe how lucky he was. You were so gorgeous, and you were all his. Only ever his.

His fingers moved over to your nipples, pads running gently over the sensitive buds, eliciting a soft whine from you. The noise only further encouraged him as he continued to play with them. He glanced at you every few seconds, partly to check for any discomfort, but mostly because how pretty you looked, biting your lip to hold back your noises. But he wanted to hear them, he needed to hear them.

So he decided to go a little further, sticking out his tongue, running it achingly slow over your right nipple. The cold metal of the barbell piercing was a strange, but not unwelcome sensation, something he could definitely get used to. The sensation of his warm tongue against your skin, his arms wrapped around your waist as he pulls you closer, hips grinding ever so slightly, it almost makes you dizzy. You never knew he was so eager to touch you, maybe you’d been keeping the poor boy waiting for too long.

He opens his mouth and sucks down, doe eyes peering up at you as his name falls from your lips in a soft moan, sweet as honey. “Ethan...” You whine, hips still moving, chasing friction against his restricted hard-on.

“Yeah?” His mouth lets go, but his hands stay busy, not giving you a break.

“I-I didn’t know you-- shit-- wanted to touch me this bad baby...”

He grins sheepishly, sitting up a bit more to capture your lips in his.

“I can show you just how bad I’ve been wanting you...” He mumbles between kisses. “Please?”

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hazbinhazmeinachokehold · 28 days

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Sorry if I’m a bother, if that’s the case feel free to skip over this one.

I freaking loved it! I’m now inspired to draw Sam with the overlords now! If it’s not too much trouble could I ask for Zestial, Charlie and the rest of the hotel’s reactions to Sam?

(Ooo!😳 what if for Angel’s it’s Valentino who tries to hurt him?! That could get messy!)

A/n: Nah dude you're fine! Though I don't write for Zestial (not that that's your fault I keep forgetting to put that in the rules.)

Warnings (?): nothing major happens but Val's here so warning for abuse. Also, Alastor is hurt in Husk's part and Val is hurt in Angel's part, it's nothing graphic but if you don't want to read about that skip those parts.

!!!not proofread!!!

Charlie: Just as cuddly as you! Gladly accepts any candy from you. She ends up getting candy from the hotel for you. Let's you tag along if it's safe (or at least what she assumes you can handle.) Despite being the princess of Hell it's a known fact that she's a pushover and usually refuses to use her powers. So it's not that much of a surprise when someone attacks her. What is a surprise is how you react. I'm going to be honest, she is at least a little scared of you now. Though she's pretty sure you'd only attack people when they hurt your friends. We’re about 80% sure they're harmless.

Vaggie: She ain't too keen on cuddles, but isn't totally against it. She's not great with kids when they're just chilling so she doesn't know what to do. Also, she isn't one for sweets but appreciates the gesture. You remind her of Charlie in a weird way (but like platonic obviously.) Vaggie got some crayons for today's bonding activity when some random sinner attacked Vaggie. Before Vaggie could defend herself the sinner was ripped off of her. She just stared dumbfounded as you took care of the sinner. Well, there goes her thinking you're like Charlie. I mean sure you seemed sweet when somebody attacked a person you liked. You became terrifying and did anything to defend them- wait never mind you're more like Charlie now.

Angel Dust: Kinda creeped out by you before you do anything tbh. You follow him around nearly everywhere and keep offering him candy, despite barely knowing each other. But he understands you're a kid and may have a hard time showing you care, but he sets a ground rule: NEVER follow him to work. It's not a place for kids to be, and you followed that! Valentino just couldn't keep his hands off Angel even out of the studio. You too were just at a park, it was night so no one was really around. Until Valentino spotted Angel, you didn't hear any of the words that were said between them. But you did see Valentino hit Angel and that was the end of that. Seeing you almost kill Valentino was horrifying but also very cathartic. After the initial shock wears off you get about 20 bags of candy and however much cuddle time you want.

Husk: He's pretty blunt about finding you off-putting. But you don't seem to care and still follow him around like a lost puppy. The fact that him insulting you didn't sour your opinion of him even a little bit concerns him. So he starts to look after you. Not because he cares about you! Just because it'd be messed up to let a kid get manipulated no matter who they are. He totally cares about you. He gives chocolate milk or any sweet drink you like at the bar. One day Husk decided to stand up to Alastor which seemed to be a huge mistake on Husk's part. It would have been if it wasn't for you walking in on the scene. The threats were made good on. Just towards Alastor instead of him doing them. Husk is a little shaken up but hey he's probably free now. Gets you any candy you want and shows you a shit ton of card tricks.

Niffty: Tbh I don't have much to say about her. She finds you interesting but doesn't give you much thought. Though eventually when you protect her she returns your affection. Because you are scary and small which are both things she is.

Sir Pentious: (this is while he's in hell btw) Not great with kids. Like I don't think the egg bois are kids but even if they are the only experience he has with kids is his minions. But he does try! He does care for kids. He'll get you candy and cuddle if you want. He used to try to take over territories a lot. He always failed but he still made a lot of enemies that way. So when one of them finds him and tries to hurt him while you're around? I mean if he still wants that territory he can definitely take it now. To be honest I think he'd find you cool, even if you're more than a little scary.

#hazbin hotel x reader #husk x reader #angel dust x husk #angel dust x reader #charlie x reader #vaggie x reader #sir pentious x reader #niffty x reader #child reader #platonic

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fashion-runways · 2 years

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okay, i promised an explanation and i won’t go into too many details because honestly i’m still kind of a mess and there’s a lot we don’t know yet and everything but-- 2 weeks ago out of nowhere, in the middle of the night at 6am cops showed up at our home and raided our apartment and stuck around up until 2pm just making a mess of the whole place and taking photos and whatever, they broke the downstairs front door (which we now have to pay to replace off our own money), made an absolute mess of every room in the apartment, took every electronic device except our phones (and that’s only because i started crying about having all my healthcare info on an app and how i was going to lose all my appointments, and i think they felt bad for us?) and detained my father. they have barely given us information on what he’s accused of, they’re still nowhere near investigating those devices they took so they won’t give them back to us, and we have no freaking idea if or when my dad is coming back, because again, they’re not giving us a lot of information. on top of that my dad is pretty old, he's 65, he was supposed to have surgery this month because he can’t see very well from one eye (his workplace was paying for it) and he kinda can’t hear very well from one ear too, even though he refuses to accept it, and he’s been on anxiety medication for a while, so i’m kind of scared of what will happen to him without actual medical care or a nice place to sleep every night?? i don’t know. i truly don't.

now, this as you can imagine is traumatizing enough as it was, and it continues to be, but on top of that my dad was pretty much the only person with a stable job and a concistent income in this family, so now that he’s detained and we literally have no idea when he’ll come back, me and my mom got basically left in the dark. and even if he comes back, like, i don’t know, next week? i’m pretty sure he’ll get fired because he’s been missing work for 2 weeks now. i have some money that i saved from the stuff you guys send me, my mom has some money she makes, but it’s... obviously not enough, and this is a really stressful situation to be in, obviously, i wouldn't wish this on my worst enemies tbh.

so... i don’t know. i can’t promise i’ll post anything new because i’m limited to mobile for god knows how long, that’s why i’ve been reposting stuff. and if you want to help, if you enjoy the blog, if you have anything to spare, that would really be helpful. i know this sounds insane what happened, and trust me it still doesn’t feel real sometimes?? like i’m going to wake up and it'll be a bad dream? i don’t know. as always, since i’m from latin america, anything helps. literally even the smallest amount of money helps. sorry this post is so long and so trauma dump-y, but i said i’d explain and i need help more than ever, this blog is basically the only semi-stable thing i have income wise. if anyone wants me to tag this with any trigger warning specifically, let me know, i wouldn’t know what to tag this myself.

anyway, i have my kofi account that i link in every post i make here: https://ko-fi.com/fashionrunways and my redbubble account: https://www.redbubble.com/people/dinah-lance/shop if you’d want to buy something instead. and as always thanks for loving this blog and for always helping us, i know it doesn't seem like it matters sometimes, but it does to me 💖

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ofallthingsnasty · 1 year

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henlooo!! i read ur post abt manipulator kaiser and oliver. (i’m already 20 btw) what would be their reaction if their foreign!s/o tries to escape from them and go home to their country? would they hunt them down or would they just let them go?

hello hello haha 🤗 tbh I've only thought about Kaiser with a foreign darling so far because that really tickles me - but Oliver as well? Interesting thought 👀

word count: 1k goes with this thirst post here

tags: yandere, emotional manipulation

I think neither one is the 'hunting down' type (Shidou or even Barou, however...) - but Kaiser, in my opinion, will not hesitate to utilize his fame. Soccer is really popular here in Germany and I know a fair share of players and their partners even though I am absolutely not invested in the Bundesliga and the likes. You leaving and in such an abrupt way? Basically overnight? That's going to be all over the yellow press, no doubt. He is one of Germany's best players and he won't have to lift a finger to get all eyes on your 'break-up' (Of course they don't know that you basically fled, don’t know what he’s really like behind the scenes-). The media circus will be a lot for you. You'll definitely have to go private or even delete all your socials because of the sheer amount of hate you will get (if he let you run your own, of course. He might just be the type to insist on him curating those for you, never mind the fact that you could be located through those). Your face is all you see the moment you open any European news site, aside from the more serious ones. The media will most likely smear you - and maybe even turn on you fully once Kaiser drops a few calculated words. Everyone will speculate why you left like you did, will try to analyze yours and Kaiser’s relationship until they’ve found a plausible reason. You’re better off ditching the internet or the media all together for a little while. As for Kaiser, would he ask you for forgiveness, knock on your door one night or just straight up snatch you up? Oh, no. He's too proud for that, even though he is positively seething. He's angry, first and foremost, angry that you could be so ungrateful, that you would just leave him, a goddamn superstar. You were supposed to worship him like the rest of them, not run for the hills the moment he got a little too comfortable. But I can actually see Ness sniffing your location out and paying you a tearful visit, harping on your feelings, telling you how much of a mess Kaiser is without you, how he can be so difficult but, really, he only acted the way he did because he loves you- He’ll put on his sweetest face, the biggest teary eyes. When you don't fall for it, he will turn downright nasty and berate you for it, threaten you. Don't you know what level of influence Kaiser has, how much money he has to waste? You think some measly borders will stop that? He can turn your life into hell even from a continent away, you'll see. Ness will play the errand boy for Kaiser happily - and he'll mean every word he'll say. Disloyalty towards Kaiser is just something he won’t stand. I think he'd leave you to mull over it - waiting to see if you can be scared into crawling back. But if you still don’t come back, Kaiser will make Ness’ threats come true until you do, paranoid and destitute. He can absolutely pull some strings - and he will.

Oliver doesn't have the same tools available to him - not that he isn't famous, just not as much as Kaiser - your break-up will probably be picked up by some tabloids and fans online but it won't make the waves it does with Kaiser. But forcing you back with his influence is not his style, anyways. No, Oliver will make you take him back. Willingly. I think he'd grin and bear the ‘break-up’, on the outside. He won't lose his cool over this, even though it's bothering him a lot. He'll throw himself into his work, his team, keeps that laissez-fair attitude as if his life depends on it. I don't see him as the type to come up with an intricate plan to get you back but he'll let you cool off a little and bets on your poor, little brain smoothing things over for him in retrospect. He won't pick up anyone during this time to get back at you or to make you jealous - he'll be on his best behavior, won't be mentioning the 'break-up' anywhere, won't utter a word of contempt into your direction, won't even go out to party that much. For his standards, he's turning into somewhat of a golden boy - but it really is just a ploy. To make you see how much you've changed him. To make you see how heart-broken he is. Due to his charade, you’ll probably think yourself safe - until he turns up at your door one day, with the biggest apologetic smile on his face. It’s so jarring, it actually stuns you into silence. He’ll show you just how much of a talker he can be - for hours and hours he’ll lay it on thick, won’t spare a single, oh-so-sad detail. And it’s so easy to let yourself fall for his charms again - it wasn’t all that bad, right? You’ve loved him, still kind of do - the old wounds have scarred over, the pain long gone. And with the way he eyes you, still tired from his travels, like some kicked puppy, his attention solely focused on you... You can feel a familiar tug at your heart again and before you know it, you find yourself doubting your past self. Maybe you just overreacted at times? Maybe you could have poured yourself more into the relationship, could have given him more - shown him just how much you loved him. It’s an ugly feeling of doubt, of uncertainty, of longing. Before you know it, you’ll see the relationship through a different lense and him in a much softer light - how lucky you are, then, that he is here to stay for a little while, just until you can sort your feelings out. And this time, he’s serious - and willing to show you with a shiny ring on your finger.

#blue lock x reader #yandere blue lock #oliver aiku x reader #michael kaiser x reader #yandere oliver aiku #yandere michael kaiser

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st4rb3rr13s · 6 months

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Autumn Eren 🍂

Eren headcanons during fall!!

This has been written probably so many times but let’s act like I’m original 😍😍 also I’ve been having bad writers block so I apologize.(let’s see how long it takes me to write again!!)

No warnings

Eren LOVES autumn. It just brings him so much good vibes😭😭 like yes Summer is amazing. The cookouts, the beach, him being shirtless(showing off), ice cream, yes, he’s a summer boy but AUTUMN?? 🤦🏾‍♀️🤦🏾‍♀️

Eren would definitely light up pumpkin spice candles in his living room, maple candles in the kitchen, vanilla pumpkin waffle in his bathroom, and cinnamon spiced vanilla in his room. HE LOVESSS THE SCENTS!! Ever since he was a kid, mama Carla always made sure to light candles.

Mama Carla would make autumn such a homely feeling for Eren. She would always bake him sweets after school, but during autumn it would be pumpkin bread, pumpkin fritters, apple pie cookies, pies. He’d try to recreate it but it just left a disgusting dessert and a mess.

Eren as a child LOVED jumping in leaves, but as he got older he stopped doing it. Now he just crushes the leaves and he loves doing that. The crunch gives him such a happy feeling.

Eren would hate trees, BUT THE DIFFERENT COLORS OMG!! He would go crazy, taking so many pictures of the different leaves. His favorite is the red ones, red is just a pretty color to him. Would even plant a tree in front of his house to see what color it turns.

Eren would have different decor for different seasons, so you know his decor for fall would be so cute. Pumpkin pillows, leaf plates, ghost cup holders, ugh!!

Eren would actually like how cold it gets because he can wear bring out all the fuzzy stuff he has. DONT START AT THE FUZZY SOCKS AND BLANKETS! I know a lot of ppl don’t like socks for presents…but Eren would love them just for fall. He can wear fuzzy socks while doing chores while having a blanket wrapped around his arms. He loves being warm.

Eren loves going to the pumpkin patch. (If you couldnt tell he loves pumpkins) He’d try to get the biggest and smallest pumpkin. Different colors too, like green and white. He’d definitely carve pumpkins with you, getting frustrated it’s not looking how he wants.

Eren loves eating candy corn. It’s sometimes concerning how much candy corn he eats in one sitting…but it’s ok bc he shares SOME with you (fat ass.) If you let him, he’ll eat a whole bag in a day. (You have to hide it from him or he won’t eat dinner and wake you up to eat dinner at 2 am.)

Eren and Mama Carla will be talking shit with a pumpkin spice latte in their hands. Eren would tell her all the gossip on campus (let’s be real, Eren WOULD be the NOISEST MF(But not noiser than Connie.)) Pumpkin Spice Latte is just their thing, and no one can take that away from him.

Eren’s least thing about fall is Halloween tbh. Yes it’s fun, but also not rlly. (His dog got sick accidentally eating chocolate and Eren hasn’t been the same since.) but he will give kids candy. If you beg hard enough he’ll even dress up!!

Eren goes to Halloween parties tho, just doesn’t dress up. (Unless you beg him). He’s fine with standing out too, he honestly just came to have fun with his friends then he’s out.

Eren loves the extra candy cause then he can eat all of it while watching a horror movie. (He would scream and hold your arm ORRR have a straight face the whole movie(he’s also get a stomach ache so…))

Eren has a love/hate relationship with horror. He’d love horror attractions, movies, games, shows, whatever. But every horror attraction he goes to, somehow he gets agitated. He screams his head off until his friend called him a wuss. So now he looks unfazed and ignores the workers who try to scare him. (He’s just a big baby who gets scared too easily.)

Eren would be so excited about the fnaf movie. He played all the games ever since he was younger so now he’s be so hyped for the movie and force you to go.

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i am very curious about your thoughts on various utena/atla character parallels… every once in a while i see you offhandedly compare like.. korrasami and utenanthy and i’m like HOLD ON this is so true! if you have any further ideas about that i would LOVE to hear them. i honestly don’t know how big the audience is for rgu/atla analysis but i am definitely part of that audience. 😭

yesss i can't believe you're literally the first person to ask me this lately i've been making rgu references on like, every single post i'm shameless!!!!! over the summer i even wrote (like 95% of) an essay comparing sokka and nanami (tldr; they are meat) and i have yet to revisit it (bc i'm scared tbh) but i will post is eventually that is a PROMISE (for an audience of 5 people). also before we go any further my utena blog is @saionjeans and we have fun there. also, i have some utena/atla crossover art here and here, so check that out if you haven't already. the rest of this post will be scattered thoughts because my nanami-sokka essay will be doing a lot of the in-depth analytical work and i don't need to rehash that all now. but also, because i have never not once in my life heard of brevity, i did write a bunch of mini essays anyway, because of course i did.

korrasami and utenanthy: love and abuse

i compared utenanthy to korrasami a couple times, most notably in this post where i talk about how meaningful their relationship is despite being (arguably) underdeveloped, and then in the tags i still have to acknowledge that utena and anthy nonetheless did it better 17 years prior. but i do think that there is so much to be said for utena-korra and anthy-asami as two young women who are both set up to be "special" but in a way that denies and restricts them from their own humanity, cloistering them away from the outside world and making them more vulnerable to abuse. i talked pretty recently about how asami's abuse is really shrugged under the carpet in a way that pisses me off if i think about it for too long. rgu does such an incredible job of gradually exposing that abuse and its effects on society, not as a deviation from the norm (of the nuclear family, of the romance, of the school, etc.) but in fact a common symptom of it. lok does not critique the nuclear family in any meaningful way despite setting up so many different areas through which such a critique could be facilitated (made worse by the fact that atla sets such a fantastic precedent). but anyway, enough about lok (and how she disappoints me).

2. miki & kozue and katara & sokka: siblings and memory

in my sokka-nanami essay i talk about how various characters can be read to embody various analogues, but how my focus in that essay is primarily to draw a parallel between sokka and nanami by using the framework for gender/patriarchal logic rgu establishes. however, i also talk about how azula can be read as a nanami (or even an anthy) figure, as well as how katara and sokka can be read as miki and kozue (katara = miki and sokka = kozue, obviously) (and note that kozue and nanami are significant foils/mirrors too). i mean, they even have a similar light blue (to signify naïveté, innocence, childlike wonder) versus dark blue (to signify cynicism, jadedness, resigned subsumption into harmful norms) color scheme going on. the Special sibling and the afterthought. (although before going forward i do want to be clear that i am in no way alluding to any incestuous undertones wrt katara and sokka, and i would even argue that the allusions to incestuous desire between miki and kozue are more complex and nuanced than simply reducing it to mere perversion. but that's beyond the scope of this ask lol)

i know that some people might bristle at my comparing katara to miki (baby misogynist, little freak) but miki really exemplifies the trope of the "sunlit garden" in the same way that katara exemplifies that trope in atla. miki isn't the narrator of course (akio is), but the central motif of desire staked to an illusory formative memory since lost that defines a character's motivations and self-becoming is first properly introduced (not including the utena meeting dios intro) and defined through his obsession. in the same way, we are introduced to the world of atla through katara's formative memories, her desire that motivates her self-becoming also being an illusory formative memory, as well as a tale she longs to replicate ("the four nations living together in harmony"). katara, like miki, is defined by her naïveté and childlike innocence, her somewhat reductive desire to be noble and heroic, and her need to flatten everything into a clear-cut narrative wherein she is always its heroine. like miki, she resents her sibling for being transformed into a more cynical version of themselves in accordance with society's pressures (in kozue's case, it's the inescapability of patriarchy, whereas in sokka's case, it's... a lot of things), and longs for a time when they were "truly happy" and playing together (playing piano, playing in the snow, you get it).

both kozue and sokka heavily subscribe to patriarchal logic and comport and reduce themselves in accordance with the dictums of a world they consider truly inescapable. kozue seeks power within her limited frame, whereas sokka only seeks power insofar as it allows him to assume his very narrow role of protector, but they both assume those limitations to be ontological and fixed in a way that does not allow them to see past it. however, the lack of empathy both miki and katara refuse to attempt in understanding their worldviews, in no way making an effort to broach that misunderstanding instead of simply letting the chasm between them fester, nonetheless implicates them equally. after all, they too both adhere to their own limited worldviews, only in their worldviews they are fundamentally special and thus beyond reproach. sokka and kozue are both integral aspects of katara and miki's sunlit gardens, and their idealized return to a picturesque nostalgia involves a transformation (or regression) of sokka and kozue into their more innocent former selves. and sokka and kozue are in turn obsessed with katara and miki, the central figure around which their identity and actions revolve.

through this framework, aang thus becomes katara's anthy (aangthy, hehe), as the embodiment of katara's hopeful/nostalgic ideal of heroism, companionship, and the idealized promise of a distant irretrievable past. like anthy with kozue, aang "replaces" katara's longing for the softer, more innocent version of her brother with aang's friendship. like miki with anthy, katara possesses romantic feelings for aang despite his functioning as a replacement for sokka before he became a shell of his former self (or kozue before she became... sexually active). this is because katara, like miki, idealizes the patriarchal narratives that dictate that all significant relationships be either romantic or familial (or both). she wholeheartedly subscribes to this notion, hence why she attempts to subsume everyone who can meaningfully fit into her narrative framework as either a lover (aang, haru, jet, zuko for all of 2 seconds) or a pseudo family member (aunt wu, hama, pakku, toph, etc etc.), replicating those dynamics as many times as she needs to to make them fit within her two dimensional tapestry. and crucially, coming face to face with yon rha subverts that, because she recognizes the messy humanity spilling forth from the neat boxes she puts people in, and must thus contend with her own role in her narrative. of course miki, being a side character and not the narrator, certainly not the hero, does not get this luxury. and he must find a way to grow up anyway.

3. akio and ozai: patriarchy

there's something truly incredible about how both akio and ozai manage to inflict psychological harm upon every single character in their respective shows, even if they never interact with those characters directly. their reach is vast and spindly; it cannot be overestimated. and yet, ozai has only reigned for about six years. akio is only acting chairman of ohtori academy. they are not patriarchy itself, but merely its signifier. and obviously their modes of embodying patriarchy differ in many respects: a school is not a nation (despite the similarities), and a father is not a brother (despite akio being father-like). ozai is defeated by by being stripped of his technology of violence, whereas akio is not "defeated" in a literal sense (although i suppose anthy driving a car through his ghost and exploding him into a cloud of roses does make quite the statement), anthy merely leaves. and yet, in both instances, they are both forced to succumb to their own limited ideology regarding what constitutes power. if ozai lacks firepower, he lacks control over his subjects and the right to sovereignty. if akio's control is challenged, if people realize that they can just leave, that the ends of his world are entirely arbitrary, he no longer has the power to abuse and exploit and use others for his own ends.

the metonymic signification of patriarchy figured through both ozai and akio in dual ways further emphasizes their respective roles. ozai is both king and father, akio is both (acting) chairman and (acting) father. patriarchy dictates every aspect of [a patriarchal] society: from interpersonal dynamics to the nuclear family to the school to the state to the world. what makes both akio and ozai so brilliant in this regard is the fact that their influence is reflected in all these facets. ozai abuses every member of his family individually; controls them as a system; inflicts his (family's) propaganda onto the fn education system, rewriting history with (almost) no one to disprove him; inflicts his imperialist agenda both within the fire nation (ruining local economies through industrialization, forcing citizens to conform to restrictive roles, inflicting violence through occupation) and beyond it; he refers to the world as "my world," as if he is its creator, its owner, or its god. and in many ways, he is. akio similarly abuses everyone interpersonally (most notably anthy, touga, and utena); subsumes utena into his nuclear family system so that she cannot leave; uses the academy as a site of control in which adolescents are forced to comply with socially codified norms and thus made more vulnerable to the influence of adult authority figures (especially those who emphasize their individuality or inherent specialness when compared with the rest of the student body); operates ohtori as a sort of nation wherein patriotism is reified through the use of uniforms, affiliations, sociopolitical hierarchies, and an acting government (the student council); and defines himself as the creator/owner/god of his world. to be end of the world. to embody not an apocalypse, but a cage.

ozai and akio both fashion themselves the entire world, but it also makes them more vulnerable to resistance, to any mode of critique that points out the obvious: no, you're just one person, and the logic you use to dominate others is deeply, noticeably flawed. it's a logic that they exploit but that in turns exploits them, as they have so deeply internalized it that they can no longer immunize themselves against any kind of resistance. ozai claims that there is no room for an air nomad in his world, which is why aang defeating ozai through the pacifist values of his people and not through his greater power (which would nonetheless be subscribing to ozai's logic, and thus letting him win ideologically if not physically) is so crucial in shattering ozai's paradigm. just as utena, as someone who refuses to conform to the strict, arbitrary, and violently enforced norms of patriarchy, can so thoroughly disrupt akio's control by resisting him. just as anthy can by leaving. akio remains in his cozy little coffin, exerting meaningless control to uphold the hollow puppet of his ego.

people sometimes joke about how long it takes for zuko to recognize that the burning off of half his face was "cruel" and "wrong," but it's not that zuko didn't find it painful, it's not that zuko didn't fear his father, it's not that zuko idolized his father beyond reproach. he questioned his cruelty, in fact he did so constantly. he simply saw no other way to live. he had no conception of a world beyond ozai's defined limits, had no choice but to believe ozai's dogma and loathe himself for not sufficiently adhering to it. similarly, people often ask "if anthy could leave all along, then why didn't she?" because she, too, was trapped in a coffin of her own self-loathing. to leave an abuser is not as simple as simply stepping beyond the threshold and never looking back. first, you must locate the threshold. then, you must find the courage to look beyond it. i briefly touched on azula being an anthy figure before. well, i think that she is. just because she has yet to see beyond the threshold does not mean she does not find her limits. and yes, its not triumphant, and yes, her facade that masks her pain and fear is shattered, but ultimately, that breakdown is a good thing for her. because that's her first step to freedom.

4. the sunlit garden as mythmaking events

i talk previously in this post about the motif of "the sunlit garden" in rgu vs what i like to call "a mythmaking event" in atla, and i do want to elaborate on that slightly. i provided a link to a post on my utena blog going into what the sunlit garden "is" for each principal character, and atla has a similar mode of communicating these nostalgic desires and idealizations that motivate self-becoming, largely through flashbacks. for aang, it is quite obvious, as his memories of a before and after are (temporally, although not psychologically) fragmented by an entire century. that disconnect severs the two versions of himself quite neatly. those memories with gyatso and the other air nomads (as well as with child bumi, and with the mysterious kuzon) are his idealized past, his "sunlit garden," whereas the storm is his mythmaking event, the point in his life where his choices collide with his telos. there is no going back.

katara and sokka have a similar sunlit garden, their snowball fight being the last truly happy memory they have before the black snow falls and their childhood innocence is severed from them forever. kya's sacrifice and murder is katara's mythmaking event as she then chooses to assume the mantle of her mother who took her place, decides to become the greatest waterbender possible to compensate for surviving the genocide, and chooses to be a hero so that the collective memory and sacrifices of her people will not be in vain. like utena, she witnesses pain and suffering at a very young aged and is moved to become a hero so as to mitigate that suffering, even if her own formative tragedy can never be rectified. also like utena, she idealizes a seemingly utopian past wherein violence was more covert and thus presented itself as more ideal (the time of princes vs the time of harmony). her naïvet�� and persistent idealism are both her downfall and her greatest virtue. she refuses to accept the true state of the world to the point of blindness, but it is also that refusal to accept it that allows her to force the world into a kinder shape.

as for sokka, his mother's death was also a formative trauma, but his true mythmaking event is when hakoda leaves for war with all the other men of his tribe. hakoda tells him that "being a man is knowing where you're needed the most, and right now, that's here, protecting your sister." it's not a rose crest ring, but it may as well be. from that moment onward, sokka officially comports his identity into being his sister's protector, which is how he thus defines his manhood. and of course, being his sister's protector means being a martyr, because the precedent for "protecting katara" that has already been established is, well, dying for her. like aang being the avatar and the last airbender and katara being the last southern waterbender, sokka is thus defined by his necessity (ie, usefulness to others) as well as his isolation – not only the "last warrior/man" of the swt, but also via his own process of depersonalization and self-dehumanization as he attempts to fully embody his role as an eventual martyr.

zuko's mythmaking event is, of course, branded onto his face. in fact, zuko essentially assumes both katara and sokka's mythmaking events by first being irrevocably altered by his mother's sacrifice, and then being all the more transformed by his father's decree as he attempts to dictate what kind of man zuko needs to be. his "sunlit garden" is also shown to us in flashes: memories of a (literal!) sunlit garden, of turtleducks, of his mother's gentle guidance, of happier times on ember island, on his father's hand resting on his shoulder with pride instead of malice. it is unclear just how truthful these nostalgic memories are. obviously, his family was never actually happy. ozai had always been exerting control over them, even if his violence was once more obscured. we never see azula's sunlit garden, for instance (although i'd argue that she and zuko possess the same mythmaking events), and i cannot help but wonder whether it's because, like touga, she never actually had one.

finally, some honorable mentions must go to the following: toph, whose sunlit garden is also her mythmaking event, as she learns from badgermoles how to hone her gift and reject the rigid societal impositions that seek to limit, repress, and control her. hama, who never attempts to return to her sunlit garden in the swt with kanna, despite her freedom as established in her mythmaking event of teaching herself to bloodbend; she knows that she is irrevocably altered, and thus she can never go home again. appa, whose sunlit garden, of playing with the other bison at the southern air temple, occurs in conjunction with his mythmaking event of meeting aang and becoming the avatar's animal companion.

all of these events are depicted through flashbacks wherein the consecutive shots between flashback and present day mirror the character who is having the memory in the past and present, overlaying their younger face onto their current face with identical framing. i'm too lazy to compile a bunch of screenshots here, and i couldn't find the post i'd seen previously that had done so, but if you're as familiar with atla as i am, then you already know exactly what i'm talking about. this device is so effective particularly because it exercises restraint. every flashback in atla is crucial because it signifies either a sunlit garden or a mythmaking event that motivates the character its focalizing in the present day. atla is economical with its flashbacks, but not withholding. like with rgu, flashbacks in atla are used with a specificity of purpose, and illustrate their points in clear, precise ways. just because atla is not as overtly metatextual with its central themes of narrativization, nostalgia, idealization, bias, and storytelling, does not mean it is not present, and in fact, overt. ranging from katara's role as narrator to the fire nation propaganda aang attempts to correct in school, the use of memory and illusion is crucial in illustrating how atla functions as a narrative about heroism, legacy, and challenging dominant myths through preserving cultural memory under an imperialist regime.

5. final thoughts

obviously, i could go on forever. there is simply no limit to my ability to unpack and dissect these two shows (hence, my sideblogs dedicated to doing so). i haven't even talked about zuko as an analogue to saionji with regard to their latent homosexuality, misogyny, violence, and struggle to conform to a patriarchal ideal. and i barely touch on katara as an analogue to utena with regard to their naïveté, heroism, myopia, persistence, and somewhat misguided desire for justice (through her terms specifically), although like kozue and nanami as mirrors wrt sokka, her traits that i describe when comparing her to miki also map onto utena in many ways – except of course, utena, unlike miki, is also the "hero," and thus has the same destabilizing revelation regarding the banality of evil that katara undergoes in "the southern raiders." moreover, i only discuss one central motif in utena, because i think the sunlit garden is the trope that maps best onto the thematic work atla is doing, but i'm sure that there are many more frameworks i could compare. and yet, i only have so much time, and only so much space in which to ramble. so hopefully, for now, this suffices. however, if there any specific areas in which you would like me to elaborate, you know that i shall always be happy to do so.

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fever-project · 2 months

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All the LU Warriors headcanons I’m seeing in the tags makes me want to share my own so uh, have them.

He rarely talked for most of his life. He never really wanted to after puberty hit, he didn’t like how his voice sounded. So he barely interacted with anyone that wasn’t his immediate family. After the war started, however, he wanted to talk more. Even though Proxi could talk for him-which he was very grateful for-he wanted to be able to voice his own opinions by himself.

Speaking of immediate family, he currently has none. He and Linkle are not biologically related, but after the war they now consider themselves to siblings. Linkle’s older by two days.

Wars has a thing for his Zelda(I’m not calling her Artemis I do not like that name for her)but he hasn’t made any moves yet. He gets nauseous whenever he thinks about dating in any kind(mainly Cia’s fault). Zelda respects this, and doesn’t show that she has any romantic feelings about him whatsoever because she doesn’t want to scare him. Wars just thinks his love is one sided, making him wanting to ask her out even less. Linkle’s trying her best to help them out, but she hasn’t been successful yet.

Enough about love, because Wars is a-spec. He’s somewhere on there, I know it. Definitely not me projecting.

Wars loves clothing and the occasional dressing up. He never tells anyone this, but everyone during the war knew it. He got the others to participate too.

Legend once sarcastically criticized Wars’ fashion choice and he changed into his Koholint Hero’s Clothes for a week. Wars did not tell him why he did or what the clothes were called, but Wars felt so proud of himself. Legend just thought he was just making fun of him for his pink hair or something.

Wants to tell Legend so bad about Marin, but Marin probably told him that if he ever meets her Link, to not tell him he met her. She didn’t want to give him any hope that they’ll meet again, because they won’t.

Wars loves fairies. He loves them so much. He loves feeding them, dressing them up, taking care of them, all of that. Fairies love him too, because he tries to feed them whenever the chain isn’t looking. He tries to make sure that no one else knows, since he thinks it’s a bit embarrassing.

Wars wants to use everyone’s items one day. He had so much fun using the Spinner during the war, not to mention the Fire Rod. But he never really asks, since he doesn’t wants to come off as weird.

The ends of his scarf/cape thing used to be red, like in the game, but the dye faded after a few years. He tried to redye it, but it didn’t really work.

He was the captain of his own, specific group consisting of the wayward warriors from across time. They all did interact with regular soldiers, but they mostly worked with just each other and looked to Wars to guide them. Since he usually only command with these guys so I guess he was more of a lieutenant? Idk how ranks work tbh. Nevertheless, he was always called captain by the others, since most of them didn’t really know how ranks worked either. Captain just seemed to fit him. The others who did know about ranks just went along with calling him captain.

Impa helped him so much you have no idea. He was a pretty good leader by himself, but he always appreciated the help.

Both dislikes Tingle and is eternally confused by him. And disturbed. Can’t bring himself to hate him though.

Wars knows things. He’ll nod his head along whenever Time or Wind tell the group their stories, he’s heard them all before anyhow. He does the same with Legend, Sky, and Twilight when they share as well, since he’s heard a lot from their friends. He usually pretends that he doesn’t know anything, however. He’s just nodding along to nod along.

Wars hasn’t told Sky that he met Fi before yet. He doesn’t want to give him any false hope that she’ll wake up again.

he hopes that she’ll wake up too.

Wars doesn’t really understand Four’s negative view of dark magic, or anyone’s negative view of dark magic. A few of his items has a dark attribute, he’s worked with people who had dark magic(like midna), and he’s taken care of dark fairies. Dark magic is just like fire or water magic to him, it’s another type of magic that just so happens to be used by bad guys a lot.

Wars gets along pretty well with Twilight. I’d like to think he’s close with everybody, and besides Time and Wind(and the more teasing relationship with Legend) Twilight’s up there. Probably tied with Sky.

Probably interacts with Hyrule, Wild, and Four the least, compared to others. They all get along, but he almost never actively searches for them to hang out.

Very vague whenever he talks about his adventure. Usually just says something about the war and refuses to elaborate. Everyone’s usually fine with this since most of them do the same thing, but he’s dramatic about it.

#linked universe #lu headcanons #lu warriors #linked universe headcanons #linked universe warriors #fever rambles #im trying so hard to not put in stuff from my own linkmeets wars #I have two different ones and they are both different from each other and from LU wars so trying to keep all my thoughts about them separat #is a bit of a pain lol #but all wars no matter how I look at it loves fairies and I will gladly die on this hill

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Next Door

Summary: You're back from college for the summer, and your next door best friend became even hotter (I suck ass at summaries)

Pairing: Connie Springer x black!fem!reader

Word Count: 6000

Warnings: best friends to lovers, neighbors to lovers (?), accidental voyeurism, little bit of sexual tension, confession of feelings, fingering (f), virgin!reader, protected sex, multiple orgasms, handjob, blowjob, little bit of dirty talk (?), aftercare (i think I covered it all, let me know if I didn't)

A/N: Reposting this bc it didn't show up in the darn tags 😑. This isn't my best work, but I'm just happy that I finished it tbh. If it doesn't do well? Oh well. Lmfao, I just wanted to get this out bc I have so many more WIPs, and I was almost done with this one. If this doesn't work, idk if I'll repost it again lol

Being home from college means a lot of different things for different people. Some people hate it, missing the freedom that they had in college. Others love it, especially if they move a good distance away from their families. You fall somewhere in the middle. You still have your freedom, but you really don't have anyone to enjoy that freedom with.

High school wasn't your favorite phase of your life, but you were able to make friends that you're still in contact with today. The problem was that they weren't free to hang with. You tried to make plans with them right as school got out, but they quickly fell through, so you're spending the beginning of your summer wondering how in the hell you're going to pass the time.

With truly nothing else to do, you decide to unpack some of your stuff, and you push open the curtains covering your windows before opening them up. Opening up the last one, you realize that it's the same window that faces Connie's house. You falter a little bit in your movements as the memories flood back into your head.

You moved into the neighborhood right before you started third grade. You were upset and scared because you had no friends, and you were going to a new school. You remember the first time you opened the window, conveniently doing it at the same time as him. You were too nervous to say anything, but he gladly spoke up first, introducing himself.

You both didn't go to the same school, much to your dismay, but he quickly became one of your best friends. You hung out after school, during the weekends, on your breaks. He made the move much more bearable, and you don't know where you would be without him.

Although, it wasn't until you got to high school that you started to develop feelings for him. You tried to blame it on the fact that you weren't really getting any attention at school, but the harder you tried to deny it, the more you realized that that wasn't the case.

You never said anything though because you found out that you weren't going to be together much longer. He was older than you by a couple of years, and he was heading to college, leaving you to tackle the last two years of high school by yourself. He still managed to call you every now and then, which definitely helped, but it wasn't the same.

When it was your turn to go to college, you were going to a college that was a couple of hours away, and he was staying, deciding that he wanted to stay close to home with his family. You didn't blame him, and saying goodbye to him was the hardest thing you had to do.

You haven't seen him since you've been back, and you don't know if you want to. You tried so hard to get over him, but he's not someone that you could just get over. You shake yourself out of memory lane, getting back on track to unpacking your stuff with a loud sigh.

Opening up that window seemed to open the floodgates because it seems like for the past couple of days, you've been thinking about Connie nonstop. You've started to avoid going out of the house in fear that you might run into him. What would you even say? You wouldn't even begin to know how to start a conversation with him.

You tell yourself to just get over yourself, opting to just forget about your conflict. You open the front door, grimacing at the heat that's coming from the outside before walking down your driveway to check the mail. You're going through it, slowly walking back up to your house when you hear clanking coming from your left.

You look up, seeing the garage door at Connie's house open. You stop in your tracks, chewing on your lip as you wonder if it would be a good idea to see if it's Connie. You don't have much time to think because he comes into view, stepping out from behind his car, or more like stumbling out. You chuckle softly, watching as he wipes the sweat from his forehead.

Seeing him makes you question why you were even worried in the first place. You give yourself a quick pep talk before you head over to his house. He's looking through the shelves in the garage, swearing when he drops something.

"Hey," you call out when you get to the garage. He jumps, dropping what was in his hand as he turns around. The fear on his face turns into a bright smile as he walks toward you.

"'Sup, baby! I haven't seen you in ages!" You can't help but laugh as he brings you into a hug. "When did you get back?" he asks, keeping his hands on your shoulders when he pulls away.

"A few days ago," you say. "I've been seeing family and unpacking." Being this close to him makes you realize that he's not the same boy you said goodbye to a year ago.

He's gotten taller, a little bit more tan, and you don't ever remember him being this built before. You didn't even realize he was shirtless until now, and you swallow heavily when you notice. He's got a tattoo on his arm, and an ear piercing, and that crush you had starts to come back in full form.

"Cool, cool. You look amazing by the way, how was your first year of college?" You feel your face flush warm at the sudden compliment, almost losing your thoughts, but you remained focused on the conversation.

"Oh, thanks," you respond softly. "It was pretty good, a lot better than I expected. You look great, too," you add, and you sound so lame, but he doesn't seem to care, probably too excited to see you again.

"I'm glad it went well for you," he answers, and he crosses his arms over his chest, which makes you focus on his the way the muscles in his arms move. "Speaking of that," he says, and you're glad he changes the subject because you weren't really sure how to continue. "A friend told me about this show that I know you would love. And since you're back, I thought we could watch it together."

You feel so many things run through you at the thought of hanging out with him again, but you're easily accepting. "Yeah, I'm definitely free, so my couch is always open," you laugh, and his smile seems to get even bigger.

"Awesome! Well, I should get back to working on this car," he says, pointing over his shoulder. "It was good to see you again. Seriously."

"Yeah, you too," you say, taking a step back.

"And I'll be over sooner rather than later to watch that show." He sends you a wink that definitely doesn't make you melt, and you laugh as you nod, walking back towards your house.

"I'll be waiting." And it's not a lie because you literally have nothing else to do but wait. You get back to your house, close the door, and rest your weight on it. You try to fight your giddiness, but you let it out for once before you finally calm yourself down.

Waiting just made you even more anxious though. It was a couple of days before he was even able to come over, having things to do and catch up on, and you currently had the house to yourself because your parents wanted to go on a vacation for their anniversary.

You were close to pulling your hair out waiting, and you decided that a shower might help, thinking that it was the heat that was getting to you. You feel much more relaxed when you get out, walking to your room with a clearer head. You throw your towel on the bed, the specific clothes you wanted to wear in your suitcase because of course they were.

You're going through your clothes when you hear your name being called. You jump, yelping loudly as you quickly cover yourself, looking around for the voice. You look towards your window, your eyes widening and your heart dropping in mortification when you see that it's open.

"Sorry for scaring you," you hear, recognizing the familiar voice, and you can only see Connie's hand peeking out from his window. "I just wanted to let you know that you left it open. I didn't see anything, I swear."

"T-Thanks," you sigh, and you quickly shut the window and the curtains before you fall to the floor, putting your face in your hands and groaning loudly.

You didn't move for a while, a million thoughts running through your head, and you finally put your clothes on when you got over your embarrassment. Connie texted you later that day saying that he was free, and you almost canceled. There was no way you were going to be able to have a normal conversation with him now; your face fuming at the thought of being in the same room as him after what happened.

He said he didn't see anything, and you keep repeating that in your head, but it doesn't make you feel that much better. You take a deep breath when you hear the doorbell ring, trying to think positive thoughts as you walk towards it.

Your hands are shaking when you open the door, your eyes meeting a beaming Connie on the other side. "Trust me, you're gonna love this show," he says, walking in when you step to the side. You laugh easily, feeling a sense of comfort come over you as he sits down on the couch.

You sit down next to him as he pulls up the show, and right as he's about to play it, he jumps up, saying that you need snacks. You watch as he runs to the kitchen, and you look at the TV, noting that the show does look like something that you would watch.

He comes back with a bunch of drinks and snacks all in his arms, setting them down on the coffee table in front of you before he sits back down next to you. He's definitely closer to you than he was before. Way closer than he was before, and you can feel the heat coming from him as his body pressed into yours.

You're not really feeling hungry, so you grab a soda, popping the tab open and you take a long sip. You're secretly wishing it was alcohol because it's definitely going to be a long night.

The first episode has you pretty glued in, and you and Connie nurse your drinks through the first episode, but halfway through the second, you're focused on his arm that's made its way behind you. He relaxed further into the couch with a sigh, spreading his legs a little wider, and you breathe out slowly as you press your legs together.

You're starting to sweat, your mind starting to focus on if you should ask Connie if he saw anything earlier today when you got out of the shower. You make an excuse that you have to use the bathroom by the third episode, and Connie agrees, so you go upstairs while he uses the one downstairs. You press your hands against your face, feeling how warm your face is. You splash cold water on your face, trying to calm yourself down.

There's no reason for you to be thinking about your stupid crush that's slowly making you horny, which you partially blame on how much he's changed. You hype yourself up before you leave, taking another deep breath and leaving the bathroom.

Connie's not back yet, and you sit down, trying to recall what happened in the second episode. When he gets back, he's still in your space, and you notice that he's a bit warmer than before, but there's no part of you that minds. You ask him to talk about what happened in the second episode, and you both laugh when neither of you can't really remember.

He offers for you to watch it again, and you agree. He turns it back on, but this time as you start to get comfortable, he actually lets his arm rest on your shoulders. You tense for a second but relax shortly after, resting your head on his shoulder, which feels much more firm than you remember.

You can focus a little bit better this time because you remember some of the stuff that you caught before, so you're able to piece stuff together. At one point, you look down, Connie's tattoo catching your eye, so you poke at it when you ask him about it.

He rolls his sleeve up so that you can see it fully. "I got it last year," he says, and you notice that some parts of it look familiar.

"Why?" you ask curiously, and he laughs sheepishly as he scratches his head.

"Uh, you could say I was missing someone," he starts, and you hate how your heart sinks. "And this is her favorite show." Now you feel like shit because that was the show that you and Connie watched together all the time in high school.

"Is she a girlfriend or something?" you find yourself asking, looking away from him.

"Oh, no," he answers. "Um, I've liked her for a long time but I don't know if she feels the same way." You nod, but you don't respond, suddenly wanting to take shelter in your room.

"Well, have you said something to her?" You don't know why you're entertaining this, and you look up at him. Being this close to his face only makes your feelings for him even stronger, and you're just now noticing that his hair's grown out a little.

"I'm kinda scared to, to be honest," he sighs, meeting your eyes. "I don't wanna lose her." He doesn't take his eyes off of you, and you start to focus on his arm that's around you. He practically has you tucked into his side, and then you're thinking about what happened earlier.

"Um, Connie," you say, looking down. "Did you really not see anything earlier today?"

You hear his breath hitch, and you bite your lip as you wait for an answer which will determine what you should do with your feelings. He tilts your head up by your chin, and you have to remind yourself to breathe.

"Would you punch me in the dick if I answered honestly?" he asks, and you laugh, shaking your head.

"No, I won't. I promise."

His gaze drops to your lips quickly before it goes back to your eyes, and you fight the urge to look away as you wait in anticipation. "I probably looked at you a lot longer than I should have," he whispers, and your face falls slightly in surprise.

"Really?"

He nods, and you grip his shirt when he leans in closer. "Yeah. You're the prettiest girl I've ever met, I couldn't look away." You nearly melt in excitement, the smile on your face so hard for you to fight. "I'm not a creep, I swear. I haven't done that in the past."

"I trust you," you whisper, huffing softly, and you take a deep breath before you say the next thing. "I like you, Connie." He freezes, and you look over his face for a reaction. You're about to retract when he doesn't move, feeling shame bubble up in your stomach, but then he suddenly kisses you.

You hum in surprise before you close your eyes and melt into him. He brings his hand to rest on your neck as your hand grips his shirt. You both pull away to breathe, but he's closing the distance soon after. You moan, wrapping your arms around his neck, and he grabs your leg, pulling you to sit on top of him.

"I've liked you for so long," he says against your lips before he moves to kiss down your jaw and towards your neck. "Fuck, I've always thought about this," he mumbles, and you're so overwhelmed with the feeling of his hands running over your body that you can't even respond.

You shudder when his hands make their way under your shirt, and he brings his head up to kiss you again, slowing letting his tongue slide in your mouth, your mouth pliant and easily letting him in. You let him take your shirt off, and he stops to look at your chest. You didn't wear a bra, wondering in the back of your head if part of you "forgot" since you knew that Connie was going to be coming over.

"Shit, they're even prettier up close." It's like he's in a trance as he cups them in his hands, and the moan that you make is louder than you expected it to be. He rolls his fingers around your nipples before leaning down to suck at them.

"C-Connie," you gasp, one hand digging into the couch while the other finds its way to his hair. He keeps his hand pressed on your back so that your chest is arched into him, and you feel tears forming in your eyes. You've never been touched like this before, and you're flooded with so much pleasure that you're not sure if you can take this any longer.

He groans against you as his fingers work into your shorts. You whimper, your legs squeezing around his when he rubs circles over clit. You pull on his hair, and he groans again, using his other hand to roll your hips against him, and that's when you feel it. You didn't notice before, but you can feel how hard he is under you, and you're shaking from all of the different stimulations.

"W-Wait, Connie," you stutter. "Connie, 'm gonna cum--" It's like you're on the edge of the cliff before you finally fall, and your hands grab his shirt like your life depends on it. You cum with his name on your lips, and you don't know if he can tell because he doesn't stop rolling your clit between his fingers.

You pat at his back, and he finally stops as the last of your orgasm flows through you. Your chest is heaving as you slump against him, sweat coating your skin. "Wait, did you--?"

"I've never...no one's ever," you try, nearly embarrassed at your admission, and he nudges your head up with his shoulder. You watch something glaze over his eyes when he looks at your face.

You're still shaking, your body attempting to recover from something it's never felt before. "Why didn't you say anything?" he asks, rubbing over your legs before he slides you off of him. He grabs your hand when he stands, pulling you towards your room. He kisses you when he gets to the door, pushing it open as he keeps his lips on yours, only pulling away when he gets to your bed. "The couch shouldn't be where your first time happens."

Your face gets hot again as he walks into your room, and he gently guides you to sit down on your bed. "I don't care where it happens," you say, your voice barely above a whisper, and he has to hover near your face to hear you. "I just care that it's you."

The smile he responds with makes you warm all over, and he moves you further up your bed, trapping your legs between his as he slides his shirt off. You raise yourself up so you can touch him, and you can see the outline of his dick in his shorts.

You run your hand over it, and he releases a shaky breath before he puts his hand over yours. "You don't have to," he tells you, but you shake your head, moving your hands to the waist of his shorts.

"I...wanna try," you say softly, and he lets his hands slide off of yours, and you tug his shorts down. You move your head back when his dick pops up, and there's nowhere else you can look. He's proportionate in width and length, biting your lip in anticipation of it being inside of you, and you wrap your hand around him gently making his hands ball into fists. You guide him towards your mouth, and you don't really know how to start, so you lick at his head.

You lick at him again when he moans, this time a little more confident, and then you take him into your mouth. He groans, letting his head fall back, and you suck at his head before you sink down on him.

"Damn," he chokes out, looking down at you as he tries to keep his hips still. You bop your head up and down, going further every time until you gag, and you pull away, coughing. You give yourself a moment to breathe before you swallow him again, and he places his hand on your face. "D-Don't hurt yourself, baby," he tries to tell you, but he's practically speechless.

You pull off of him with a string of saliva connecting your lips to him, giving yourself a breather, and you wrap your hand around him again. "Is this okay?" you ask, and he nods quickly, putting his hand over yours.

"Mmh, just a little tighter," he says, squeezing your hand just a little more, and he shudders. "Y-Yeah, just like that." You watch as you both stroke him, and he sighs when you swirl your tongue around his head, and he can't control his hips anymore. "Shit, okay, okay." He moves your hand away, and you pull away, frowning.

"Was that not okay?" He huffs dazedly as he shakes his head.

"It was amazing," he breathes, "but I wanna cum with you around me," he responds, pulling you up so that he can kiss you, and he hums when he can taste himself on your tongue. "You sure you wanna do this?" he asks quietly. "We don't have to."

"I do," you say with a quick nod, and he smiles widely before it falls.

"Oh, uh, you wouldn't happen to have any condoms, would you?" You chew your lip as you shake your head. "That's okay, I have some at my place," he says, and he nearly falls off of the bed as he pulls his shorts up. "I'll be right back, don't go anywhere!" he exclaims as he runs out of your room.

You laugh as you hear him run down the stairs and then the front door opening and closing, and you fall back onto your bed. Your face hurts from how hard you're smiling, and you can't believe what just happened. You start to think that you might be dreaming, so you pinch yourself, and luckily you don't wake up.

You jump when you hear the front door close, and you hear loud footsteps on the stairs again. Connie runs into your room, closing the door behind him as he catches his breath and walks towards you. He has more than one in his hand, and you raise your eyebrows at him, darting between the condoms and him.

"Oh, no, don't worry," he starts. "I just got excited, so I didn't tear one off," he clarifies, and he tosses them to the other side of the bed before taking the rest of his clothes off. You follow suit, and after you do, you freeze when Connie just stares at you.

"What?" you whisper, making a move to cover yourself, but he's quick to pin your arms down, keeping his legs next to yours to keep them open as he hovers over you.

"Sorry, I'm just still getting used to the fact that you're under me like this." Your legs press against his at his words as you feel yourself getting wetter. You want to shrink under his intense gaze, and you close your eyes when he presses a soft kiss to your forehead. "You're so pretty," he mumbles against your lips.

"You already said that," you say, a big smile on your face. He lets your arms go in favor of resting his hands on your neck when he kisses you. You do the same, pulling him down so you can feel more of him on you, and you both moan when he grinds against you.

He takes one hand and trails it down your body, giving your tit a teasing squeeze before it travels between your legs. You jump when he rolls his finger over your clit. You can't keep up with the kiss as he keeps up his movements, and he pulls away as he starts to slide his finger in.

"No one's ever touched you like this before?" he asks, feeling his lips brush against yours with every word, and you shake your head, at a loss for words as he moves his finger in and out of you. "So, I'm gonna be the first to stretch this pretty pussy out?"

You nod quickly, your nails digging into his shoulder as he adds another finger inside. "Wanted it to be you," you say, not really feeling shy to admit it anymore, and he drops his head in your neck.

"Fuck," he sighs, stretching you out when he spreads his fingers, and you bring his face back to yours, the feeling of his lips on yours seems to ground you in a way. "You wanted it to be me?"

You hum your answer as you nod again. "Always thought about it being you." You watch his eyes roll as he bites his lips, feeling him shudder at your words.

He keeps his eyes on yours, and the look in them seems to make you even hotter. "Mm, I'm gonna make it so good for you." He puts gentle pressure on your clit, rolling his thumb over the sensitive bud, and you grab his wrist as you moan.

Your legs tremble around him, and you tighten your grip on his wrist when you feel that familiar pressure building. "I'm ready, Connie, c'mon." He chuckles softly, curling his fingers a couple more times just to tease you before he slides them out of you.

He sits up, and you watch as he licks over his fingers before shoving them in his mouth. He groans softly as his eyes roll, and you chew on your lip gently as you watch him. "Damn, you taste amazing," he sighs. "I wanna eat you out so bad," he tells you as he rips one of the condoms off. "But you don't mind if I fuck you first, do you?"

You don't know how he can still keep that playful smile he always has while being unbelievably hot at the same time. You shake your head quickly at his question, feeling like you're going dizzy from arousal. Your fingers dig into the sheets underneath you as you watch him roll it on, and you swear your heart is going to beat out of your chest.

You're so caught up, that you jump a little when he places his hand softly on your face. "You'll tell me if you're hurting, okay?" he asks, resting his weight on one of his elbows, leaving his face close to yours again.

"Yeah, I will," you breathe, and he holds his other hand up, pinky extended.

"Promise?" You roll your eyes, matching the smile on his face. Connie made it a habit when you both were in high school to kiss your fingers when they were interlaced, saying that the promise was stronger that way.

That's what you expect him to do, but when you lock your finger with his, he moves to kiss you on the lips instead. It makes you dazed for a second, but the split second after, you can feel yourself falling even harder for him. He grabs a pillow, having you lift your hips up so that he can slide it under you. You look down at the same time he does as he lines himself up, tensing up reflexively, and he shifts his weight so that he can rub at your hip.

"Relax," he whispers, somehow managing to keep his face close to yours. "Just lemme know if it's too much." He circles the tip of his dick at your hole, making your legs twitch, and he starts pushing in at the same time he starts rubbing at your clit.

You're thankful for the distraction because it's definitely more than his fingers. Your nails dig into his arm as you wince, and you reassure him to keep going; it's not painful, just a little uncomfortable. Once his hand is free, he uses it to rub over your body, continuing his motions on your clit.

Connie's head falls against yours as he digs his hand into the sheets next to you. "Oh...myfuckingGod," he groans, his hands moving to grab at the pillows by your head. "F-Fuck, you're so--shit." He tries his hardest to move carefully without hurting you, but it doesn't help that your cunt has such a tight hold on him, practically sucking him in without much effort.

He lets out a ragged breath, trying to shift his focus back to you. "Talk to me, baby," he says, lifting his head up slightly as he opens his eyes so that he can fully see your face. "How ya feeling?"

He doesn't move once he's fully inside of you, even though it's almost impossible, allowing you to adjust for as long as you need. "I feel good," you answer softly, moving your hands towards his. He grabs them, lacing his fingers with yours as he moves your arms over your head. You try to remember to breathe as your body gets used to being full in a way that it's never been filled before.

Being in this position makes you realize how close Connie is to you. You can't help but stare at him, feeling every part of him that's touching you. You think about how intimate this whole thing is, and you can't help but get the feeling that this feels right. You can tell he feels the same way, his lips meeting yours for a kiss that's deeper than the previous ones. One that says more than you ever could.

"You can move," you urge quietly, and you moan when he shifts just a little on his knees.

He groans in response, letting his head fall forward. "Dunno if I can, to be honest," he whispers.

"Why?" He can't look at you when he answers, back to focusing on how he's supposed to be making this whole experience good for you.

"Because I'll cum in a second," he admits against your skin, and you feel him take a deep breath as he squeezes your hands. You meet his glazed eyes when he lifts his head back up.

"I'm ready when you are." Your mouth falls open as you gasp when he moves, not really caring for the empty feeling you have when he slides out. You moan when he moves back in, his movements jolting your body with every thrust. Your eyes roll as you feel your toes curl, and you wrap your legs around him, not wanting him to stop for a second.

"O-Oh, God," he moans. "Y-Yeah...I'm gonna cum, 'm gonna--fuck me." You feel his hips stutter out of rhythm, a loud groan of your name signaling his orgasm.

You feel him slow down, but to your surprise, he doesn't completely stop, letting go of your hand in favor of pulling your leg up further. He picks up his pace instantly, sending your back arching as he reaches that pleasurable spot with the new angle. Your free hand braces on his neck, your nails once again finding home in his skin.

He hooks your leg in the crook of his elbow, his nails digging into your hips as he pulls you into him. "Your pussy's fucking sucking me in, h-holy shit!"

You jump when you feel his finger rubbing your swollen clit, and your back arches, pushing you further into the onslaught of your pleasure. "C-Connie! Fuck--" You can't even finish your sentence, your face contorting as your climax mounts.

"God, you feel so good. Shit, baby." You try to keep your eyes on his when he finally looks at you again, but it's no use. Your eyes slip closed, every snap of his hips sending you higher and higher.

Connie whines at the oversensitivity, opting to bite at your neck as an attempt to hold himself in for just a little longer, groaning with every thrust into your tight heat. "Gonna--cum," you rush out. "Connie, 'm gonna cum." It's really the only warning he gets, your body going taut, and your legs shake as your orgasm crashes over you.

It's definitely something you never felt before, almost scared at the number of things you're feeling, and you hold onto Connie as he cums right behind you, riding out your highs. You don't let go of him until he stops moving, not realizing how tightly you were holding onto him until he does.

Your body relaxes, letting you collapse onto the bed as Connie barely catches himself with his hand. You pull him onto you anyway, not wanting to separate from him just yet. "Oh, my God," he says around a laugh which you copy. He looks at you, running a finger over your face. "Are you okay? I didn't hurt you, right?"

"I'm more than okay, Connie." You pull him into a softer kiss, mostly because it feels like you could fall asleep any minute now. You hum into the kiss as he lets your leg fall. He smiles widely, peppering kisses all over your face.

You wince when he slides out of you, and he apologizes softly before urging you to move over. He pulls the blanket that you were on off the bed before taking it out of your room, and you roll over on your side, feeling more than satisfied. You hear him come back, only rolling back over when he pulls you to face him. He cleans you up with a warm washcloth before handing you some medicine and water for the soreness.

He grabs another blanket, throwing it over the both of you when he lays down with you, and you roll over so that you're facing him. He rubs over your body so gently that it nearly puts you to sleep, your eyelids feeling heavy.

"So, what happens now?" Connie asks, his voice barely audible to you, and you barely manage a shrug.

"What do you want to happen?" You move your head so that you can look at him, seeing that he's already looking at you.

"Well, I dunno if you could tell, but I like you a lot," he answers, "and not just for your body," he adds, and you huff as you roll your eyes.

"Does that explain the tattoo then?" you find yourself asking, and you think you see a faint blush on his face.

"Yeah, pretty much," he admits. "I was going through some stuff, and I really wanted you here. I thought it would help."

"You could've just called me," you say, your brows creasing slightly.

"Yeah, but you were out having fun, and I didn't wanna affect that," he responds, and you move further into him causing him to hold you closer to him.

"Well, now that I'm your girlfriend, you can call me any time," you whisper, the feeling of falling asleep right around the corner. You feel his chuckle vibrate against you, and right as sleep catches up to you, you hear it.

"I love you."

Your eyes close as you smile, placing a gentle kiss on his skin. "Love you, too, Con."

#connie springer x black reader #connie springer x reader #connie springer x black reader smut #connie springer x reader smut #connie springer smut #aot x black reader #aot x reader #aot smut #snk x black reader #snk x reader #snk smut #attack on titan fanfiction #snk fanfiction

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juniperhillpatient · 2 months

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Okay BEARING in mind please that I have a lot of thought out ATLA opinions (most of them can be found in the tag for my first rewatch) & also that i do not analyze smartly on first watches / read throughs of ANYTHING (examples include that on my first watch of Buffy I shipped Buffy/Xander & hated Dawn, on my first watch of ATLA I disliked Azula for a long time & didn’t care about Jet, on my first watch of Scream I wanted Dewey to be the killer because of Scary Movie. I could go on probably)

—- here are my initial reactions to ATLA LA as someone who’s been having fun watching (usually tipsy) & enjoying my faves in live action even if it’s badly written 😃

Pros:

Jet is hot

Uh… um. Uh… umm. That was my big one okay..

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Oh! Oh! Suki is also hot.

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I think Katara’s live action actress did a really nice job even if I don’t always love how she was written I could tell this girl put her heart into it

Same with Azula’s actress tbh. And Aang. Zuko & Iroh also. It took me a second to get used to this Iroh but acting wise ignoring the script Zuko & Iroh did good. (Sokka & Yue were only okay but they didn’t do bad by any means once I got used to them.)

Azula’s intro was super fun. I thought for a second they were even gonna do something fun with her & this whole ratting out the rebellion plot. Also the actress did good & there were a few parts that were well written like her early displays of insecurity & her beating the shit out of that trainer & shooting Zuko’s letter. There was promise until there wasn’t.

They didn’t do a bad job of combining some of the plots. “Masks” was the strongest for me. It did a nice job showcasing several plots & I really enjoyed the significance placed on Zuko valuing the lives of inexperienced soldiers. Everything just came together super well in that episode with the Koh plot & everything. Now that certain criticisms of the Omashu episodes (like Jet’s mischaracterization in hurting his own people) have been brought up to me I dislike those episodes more than on my first watch through but I still think the Freedom Fighters were fun to see. And if you don’t analyze it too hard the plot combinations are fun. Anyway why would you analyze this adaptation too hard?

Cons:

Why isn’t Azula scared of Ozai? I get it he’s forged her into the perfect weapon & she did what he technically wanted but she disrespected him publicly & he was fine? Okay.

Above mentioned explanation of why Jet wasn’t done right ^^ He shouldn’t be willing to hurt Earth Kingdom citizens. Even if it was fun to see his logic & the Jetara moments & I do think the actor did a good job (no I’m not just saying that ‘cause he’s hot. That helps though).

Katara didn’t have to struggle at all she’s just a #girlboss! Isn’t that great? #feminism!

Who’s this super serious kid who always puts the mission first & where’s my silly goofy guy who wants to go on endless side quests? The actor does decent but that’s just not Aang.

Discount Zhao 😭😂

I just -

Discount Zhao lmaoooo 😭

Overall: I had fun. I will repeat myself - this is like the Harry Potter movies or the Series of Unfortunate Events tv show or any other adaptation of something I loved in its original form that’s never going to get it quite right to me. I hated some things. I had fun with other parts. Mostly? It was just fun to see my faves in a new format. It’ll never ever live up to the original but I never in a million years wanted nor expected that. Quite frankly? I didn’t want this to be made at all. But since it is whether I wanted it or not? I’m glad it was at least entertaining & enjoyable to have fun with.

This was ALWAYS going to be an example of what I call the “Marvelification” of television. Nothing is nuanced everything is quippy everyone’s edges are dulled. I never expected anything else so I’m not even listing that as a con it’s just a given to me. Binge culture whole season releases & the endless remakes & reboots of streaming sites are the death of television. This is again just a given to me I don’t have much more to say about it right now (though I’m sure I do just not now).

The original ATLA will always mean everything to me & this was just a fun little adaptation. Like a fanfic. If it gets renewed? Sure I’ll have fun watching more. But if it doesn’t I truly don’t care. Anyway I’m sure I’ll have more thoughts eventually these are INITIAL reactions please don’t treat them like I signed this post in blood I’m just thinking out loud having just finished this show! That’s all for now lol

#rose watches atla la

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wooahaes · 1 year

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you’re my savior (and it’s a pleasure)

pairing: non-idol!seungkwan/vernon & gn!reader, background non-idol!dino x gn!reader

prompt: ive never seen an episode of ITS but ive seen that gifsest of seungkwan + vernon being scared of a moth. relatable tbh but also i could save them bc its a moth... i will gently trap it and release it outside

word count: 1.1k~

warnings: moths & bad writing. also maybe excessive profanity? idk its more than usual. intentional lowercase, no proofreading.

daisy’s notes: i forgot about this tbh. honestly u could also potentially interpret this as a poly relationship if u want. im not even gonna tag anyone on this one, its just silly silly bad writing i finished up after having to catch and free a moth from inside my own house.

anyway google play savior by shinee--

this was probably the worst moment in seungkwan’s entire life.

all he meant to do was come back inside to get utensils for the four of you. this was meant to be a small trip between the four of you out of the city, and yet he was pretty positive he might die if that fucking moth moved. he had backed up, shoulder bumping into the edge of the door. he let out a gasp of pain, carefully keeping his attention pinned to the huge moth that had been sitting across the room.

he sat there for a moment, watching it carefully. if he moved, it might move. all he wanted was to get utensils, and he knew the three of you were sitting outside waiting on him...

“dude--”

seungkwan let out a yelp as he turned, immediately shoving vernon when he laughed. “it’s not funny! there’s a moth!”

“dude, it’s just a moth--” vernon leaned in, looking to where seungkwan was pointing. “oh, shit, that thing’s huge.”

“i know!” seungkwan pouted, tucking himself closer to the wall again. “kill it.”

“dude, i’m not gonna kill it.”

“someone has to get rid of it and i can’t do it!” seungkwan pouted, slowly moving so that he could hide behind vernon. “the window’s open! it should just go out!”

the moth, clearly with an agenda, took off from the coffee machine toward one of the overhead lights. seungkwan immediately took off with another scream, vernon following closely behind as they looked back into the kitchen. seungkwan pressed his hands onto the dinner table, letting out a sigh as he looked back inside with a frown.

“it’s huge,” seungkwan mumbled. “what are we gonna do?”

vernon had drifted away, heading back to the open doorway to see where the moth had landed. it’d continued flying around one of the hanging lights, landing and flying over and over. “you could just... go for it. it probably won’t kill you.”

“probably?!”

“it’s a moth,” he shrugged. “just grab the utensils and my drink and come back--”

“then you go!”

the pair slowly edged their way back toward the open door, seungkwan trying to locate the moth again. vernon continued toward the fridge, glancing around as he went to grab his drink. he watched where seungkwan was making his way toward a drawer, and slowly made his way over to him.

and then the moth flew in again, and both screamed before booking it back out of the room. the two regrouped again outside the kitchen, watching inside as the moth continued its reign of terror.

“we need the utensils.”

vernon had nodded along, watching. “right.”

“so...” seungkwan looked back toward the door outside, where he could see you and chan idly talking (flirting, he and vernon both think, but he was doing badly at it--not that you’d think the same because you laughed anyway). you were leaning toward him with this sappy look on your face, only to laugh again at something chan must have said.

flirt later. save them from moth now.

immediately, the two of you looked up when both of them yelled for chan. the two of you shared a confused glance, and chan rose to come to them--telling you to stay behind. yet you followed after him a moment later, the concern too clear on your face that something was wrong.

“there’s a moth,” seungkwan said, “go get it.”

chan looked between the two of them, “you’re... stuck out here because of a moth.”

“dude. we might literally have mothman spawn in there,” vernon said with a nod back toward the kitchen. “it’s big.”

with a roll of his eyes, chan turned back to you. “i’ll take care of it,” he said, before heading into the kitchen.

the three of you came to the edge of the doorway, watching as chan grabbed the shopping list from earlier and began to slowly make his way around the kitchen in search of it. he turned back to the rest of you, raising his brows as he gestured a little around the room. where the hell is it?

he waved an arm around to see if the motion would spook the moth out of hiding. when it did nothing, he sighed, throwing his hands up, “it must have left--”

the moth, clearly with its own motives, bolted from the lamp it’d been perched on. chan let out a yelp, immediately bolting out of the kitchen and into vernon as he looked back inside.

“what the fuck is wrong with that thing?!” he held onto vernon’s shoulders, using him as his own shield, “it’s fucking huge!”

you rolled your eyes. “oh my god. i hate all of you,” you stole the paper from chan, heading into the kitchen. you had narrowly missed seungkwan reaching for the back of your shirt to stop you, ready to throw in the towel and just leave it for the night. maybe it would just fly out during the night if you all left it alone.

they watched the way you walked into the kitchen, shoulders back in confidence as you found a dry glass from the rack next to the sink. you looked around, scanning to see where it had landed this time, only to see it was tucked close to the wall near another lamp. wordlessly, you inched closer and closer to it, encasing it in the glass quickly. slipping the paper between the glass and the wall, you carefully pulled it back to reveal you had successfully trapped the moth. inching toward the window, you nodded for one of them to come over to it with you. chan shoved vernon forward, and soon enough he was by your side, one hand on the window in order to close it as soon as possible.

you lifted the glass, the moth took off outside, and the window was slammed shut. easy as could be.

you sighed, setting aside the glass. “it’s not that hard--”

only to get cut off by seungkwan tackling you, arms wrapping around you tight. “thank you,” he mumbled over and over. “if it wasn’t so big, i could have done that--”

“don’t lie to them,” chan rolled his eyes. “you would have shut the kitchen doors and let it have the house if it wanted.”

“it’s a moth!” seungkwan countered.

you pulled yourself free from seungkwan, heading over to the utensils drawer. “all of you,” you said, pointing chopsticks at them, “are going on a dessert run after this.”

for you? they’d go anywhere if you’d continue to be the one saving them from huge moths.

#wooahaes.fic #seventeen imagine #seventeen x reader #seventeen x you #svt x reader #svt imagine #svt x you #seungkwan x reader #vernon x reader #dino x reader

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piebingo · 12 days

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Get to know me tag

Thank you @hergrandplan for the tag🫶

do you make your bed?

Most mornings yeah

what's your favourite number?

what is your job?

This internship for uni!

if you could go back to school, would you?

I did! I’m getting my second degree right now. I regret it every time exam season comes around but otherwise I love it!

can you parallel park?

Nope! They never taught me in driving school and there’s not a lot of need for it in my city. I was fucked the few times I needed to do it elsewhere tho unfortunately.

a job you had that would surprise people?

I worked on a farm! It was one of the most challenging jobs I’ve had. It’s physically very harsh.

do you think aliens are real?

If life can exist on earth it must exist elsewhere too yeah. It would be weird otherwise no?

can you drive a manual car?

I learned how to but I’m not sure I would remember.

what's your guilty pleasure?

Those recap videos of dramas happening in niche spaces. Like niche communities of crafts or idk people who like car or something. The drama can be so funny.

tattoos?

I have 9! I think.

favorite type of music?

Something that’s fun to sing in the car. That’s pretty broad but that’s my first criteria usually for songs. I don’t really go by lyrics most of the time, more by what it sounds like.

favorite color?

Blue!! Everything blue i love.

do you like puzzles?

I don’t really do them ever anymore but it’s fun from times to times. Puzzles were my favourite thing as a toddler. I aced them all.

favorite childhood sport?

Fencing. I hated the competitions tho but hitting each other with swords was fun😌

do you talk to yourself?

All the time. I actually had to ask my friends this week if they could hear me talk during exams because I do when I study, and I was scared I sometimes talk without realizing. They said no, thankfully.

what movies do you adore?

The Proposal is my favourite rom-com. I’m not a huge movie girl tbh. I love sport movies tho like the inspirational "team going from the worst to the best in one season" type of thing. Idk, there’s a fun atmosphere in them.

coffee or tea?

Tea! I used to drink a lot of coffee but idk. I prefer tea, and I mostly just like having something warm with milk.

first thing you wanted to be growing up?

As a kid I didn’t want to do anything, as a teen I wanted to be an accountant.

Onward tagging: @lazybug16 @kruemel8 @k-pepp @princesimonsblog (no pressure ofc and idk if y’all have been tagged or not)

#ask game

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feelingpoorly · 1 month

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I disappear for a while then I come back to cry about being kink shamed, thinking I was over it and now feeling like I’m right back where I started again and haven’t written or worked on anything in months 😭

I’ve been posting this multi chapter fic in a fairly smallish niche fandom, especially for sickfic content. The thing is, I was getting pretty good engagement with kudos and some amazing comments etc. It’s been extremely obvious right from the start that it’s a blatant sickfic, the tags make it extremely clear, tagged as emeto etc etc

This is the second chapter that’s had actual emeto in, and I feel like it’s slightly more descriptive and graphic in this chapter than the last. As in, there is three lots of puking, it’s kinda centric to the chapter.

I posted this chapter, and suddenly… nothing. Barely any kudos and like two comments that were kinda weird and I didn’t know whether were good or not.

It sounds ungrateful but it’s not that at all. I’m not doing this for attention or “likes” but it’s kinda got in my head and made me really insecure, like the reason that it’s suddenly all gone really quiet is because my readers and people in this fandom are suddenly weirded out and grossed out by my writing. I know there have been a couple people who explicitly said they loved my fic as they are sick *this character* enjoyers and there’s absolutely no sickfic content in the fandom at all apart from me. But like, have I gone too far? Do people think it’s too much, too gross, have I weirded out the fandom?

I know it shouldn’t matter. If I was writing really graphic and pornographic smut, that wouldn’t matter. It doesn’t appeal to everyone, I personally don’t read it but like, writing that kinda thing really graphically is very accepted and normal. My emeto wasn’t even that graphic, just like, a standard sickfic amount. I’d like to think that the descriptions of vomiting weren’t like too explicit to be intolerable to someone who wasn’t explicitly into that. I do try and make my fics enjoyable as a whole and not just like pure emeto porn.

The insecurity of thinking that people now don’t like my fic anymore because it got too emeto and too graphic sickfic for them is just triggering a whole load of trauma and shame from the kink shaming I went through and I just can’t write anything and tbh I don’t want to update the fic anymore either even though I finished writing it months ago

Anyway this is just kinda a ramble but in case anyone is interested in reading it whether you’re in the fandom or not, I’ll link it anyway. I’m really not fishing for compliments, it just makes me sad that I’ve scared people away with too much emeto lol and they think I’m a psycho or something, but emeto is all I wanna write 😭

#sickfic #emeto #emetophilia #emeto kink #sickfic ideas #sickfic prompt #emeto blog #sickfic blog #whump #sick

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pfhwrittes · 18 days

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Actually I know you said I wouldn’t wanna hear you bemoan your writing process, but I’m actually very interested in that tbh

What is your process for a longer fic? How do you format your outline? What does your research look like if you need to do that?

I’d love to see it! Maybe this is more of Talk Shop Tuesday question lol

tats you can have a little Talk Shop Tuesday as a treat!

so i briefly touched on my process (god i need a new way to phrase that it sounds so wanky) in this ask here where i admitted to kind of flying by the seat of my trousers/pants with writing ("live by the PWP sword, die by the PWP sword i guess" is probably one of my favourite sentences i've ever written).

but i'll expand further under the cut because i know i'm going to get long winded as hell.

firstly, i'm going to admit something slightly embarrassing. i'm not a planner, or a plotter, or a think further than the scene i'm writing writer. i'm just not. i write entirely on vibes or wherever the worms take me. i think that's pretty evident from the fact that most of my fics/drabbles for the fandom are shorter than my left leg. i consider it to be a minor miracle if i break 500 words, never mind 1000 words for my fics.

secondly, maybe mummies is my most rigidly outlined fic ever. i have a super rough outline for my festival fic (remember that? god those were the days) and for my bbc ghosts inspired thing (again, another blast from the past right there) but maybe mummies is the biggest document i have in my WIP folder right now and i'll use that as my example for my outlining process (and hopefully i won't spoil the fic too much).

What is your process for a longer fic? i always start every single one of my fics by dumping a synopsis of what i want the fic to be at the top of my document. first of all, it scares away the Fear of the Dreaded Blank Page (where The Blinking Cursor of Doom lingers), secondly it pulls me back on track when i start getting lost in the weeds as i always get lost in the weeds to some degree. thirdly, it's kind of silly and mostly vibes. i basically just talk to myself in the blurb and at some point that may translate to an author's note but sometimes it doesn't.

then i move onto notable tags i know i need to include. so that would be the general vibe of the fic ("Inspired by The Mummy (1999)"), the genre ("Action/Adventure", "Romance", "Comedy"), or notable triggers ("Bugs/Beetles", "Implied PTSD", "Implied Alcoholism"). the notable tag section is subject to change as i write but as soon as i pop something in my fic that i know could potentially trigger someone or make someone balk at bit at reading it, i update the tag list. as i work through the sections/scenes of my fic i list the tags/triggers that apply to that section and mark them with a star and match that star up to the notable tag section.

for maybe mummies, i started writing it chronologically while on my third(?) rewatch of The Mummy. i spat out the blurb during my first watch because the brain worms took me gently by my throat and calmly threatened me at knife point (no, i don't know where they got the knife either and at this point i'm too afraid to ask). then i yelled at @391780 over having an idea as i usually do and early enabled me like the Chief Worm Wrangler they are.

then i got bored of writing it chronologically on my fifth rewatch after blocking most of act 1 and act 2, so i went to the last scene of the fic, blocked that out with bullet points (and made myself laugh) before deciding that actually, an epilogue would really tie everything up wonderfully. so then i spat out the epilogue (and very shyly asked @syoddeye if the emotional beats hit right and they were kind enough to go "i love [this metaphor] and [this interaction]" which basically cemented the epilogue for me. so if you hate it, don't you dare blame sy, i'll come for your kneecaps with my makita drill if you do).

aside from that, i block everything roughly using bullet points. sometimes that's a badly worded sentence, sometimes that's a particular dialogue exchange that fits, sometimes thats just [JP and F!RC bicker] (anything in parentheses gets filled with more detail in at a later date), sometimes the worms wriggle and i spit out an entire scene.

if i'm struggling to write a scene i tend to either leave myself bullet points or break the scene into smaller chunks. it helps my brain to focus on the parts i want it to write better that way and it takes the pressure off so i don't get stuck in the mire of "oh god this needs to be the most perfect first draft that has ever existed".

How do you format your outline? so my heavily redacted outline for maybe mummies looks something like this:

Blurb (stream of consciousness babble/vibes/silliness)

Title (currently blank)

Notable Tags (all the current tags/triggers, and there are 23 currently!)

Characters notes - John "Johnny" MacTavish - Female! Reader Character (RC) - Captain John Price - Simon "The Ghost/Ghost" Riley - Kyle Garrick - Philip Graves (then some redacted characters)

Act One (the set up) - Scene 1 - Scene 2 - Scene 3 - Scene 4

Act Two (the rising action) - Scene 1, part a - Scene 1, part b - Scene 1, part c. (etc, etc. you get the idea)

Act Three (the crisis) (see act two and three for how that would look)

Act Four (the resolution) (heavily redacted bits go here) - Final Scene

Epilogue (this i have written out in full, but i can't share it with you because of spoilers).

Odds and Ends (this is where chunks of dialogue i want to add into the fic, or interactions i want to go live until they find a place in the fic. it's also where the parts i've "scrapped" go too. i never delete anything from my outline, it just gets moved to the odds and ends section).

What does your research look like if you need to do that? oooooh boy. okay, another embarrassing admission coming up. my research for maybe mummies has been my nigh on continuous rewatching of The Mummy. i'm on 13.5 watches right now (10 before my surgery date, 3 post surgery, and one time i started watching it and fell asleep about half way through while my brain was slowly stewing in the remnants of morphine and codeine). other than that, i've got about 5 or 6 tabs that i've shoved into a folder in firefox dutifully labeled "shit i don't know about 1920s eygpt".

in short, my research is more of a mess than my outline.

hopefully this answers your question and i'm so sorry i made you slog through what is essentially 1.1k of words that may be nonsense.

#pfh answers #talk shop tuesday #this got away from me a little bit and took a surprisingly long time to answer because i got distracted by cake #and i also went on tumblr on my phone when i was typing this up on my laptop #my bad!#that mummy au

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