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wwinterwitch · 1 year

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new vows – din djarin x gn!reader

summary: the first time din ever removed his helmet in front of you

pairing: din djarin x gn!reader (no pronouns used)

word count: 2.5k

warnings and tags: fluff and angst + good ending, insecure!din, established relationship, kissing, the helmet's removed, doesn't follow the plot of the show at all (it's just din, reader and grogu being a happy family)

author's note: oof i hate how this turned out but my best friend read it and told me to post it so here we are, i hope it doesn't suck as much as i think it does

a reblog and/or comment on my posts really help me out as a content creator so thank you in advance if you take the time to do either!

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Din was observing you and Grogu from the entrance of the Razor Crest, arms crossed across his chest as he leaned against one of the walls of the ship. He smiles to himself when he hears the child giggling after you put a flower at the top of his little head, immediately reaching out with some difficulty to grab a flower from the ground and offering it to you.

"Thank you, Grogu. It's very pretty!" you say to the baby, who looked absolutely thrilled to realize you liked his gift.

The kid stands from the ground, lifting both of his arms as a sign that he wants to be carried. Already familiar with the gesture, you quickly lift him up from the ground before laying on your back in the middle of the landscape filled with lilac and light pink flowers. The baby giggles again, holding onto you as you both lay there.

Din's smile fades just enough shortly after that when the inevitable thought pops in his head again. That annoying and sudden thought that always makes an appearance during the day.

At first he didn't mind, finding ways to always push it away before it got to him. However, it's been more and more frequent these past couple of days and it's becoming a bad habit he seems unable to control at this point, and it's starting to really annoy him.

His mind is filled with all these doubts and insecurities. Not only because of the content of what he's thinking, but because it's completely impossible to push it away now. Almost like an avalanche, it falls down the mountain at a rapid, devastating speed and it only seems to get bigger as minutes pass. It destroys everything in its way. In this case, the prime and only victim is Din.

Perhaps the worst part is that it always ruins what should be pleasant moments. If Grogu is looking up at him from the ground begging to be carried, the thought is there. Whenever you wrap your arms around him or grab his hand when the two of you are exploring yet a new planet, it's there. Even when he's trying to sleep right next to you, hearing the faint sounds of the baby already asleep, you can bet that thought will be there to torture him.

Because all of those little moments he shares with his partner and son remind him of the fact that neither of them even know who he is. Sure, they know how he is, but not who.

Every touch is not really a touch, it's just skin brushing against a uniform. Every exchange has a helmet hiding his features. They can hear him laugh, but they don't see his eyes squinting just enough and the smile that adorns his face. They can hear him remind them of his never-ending love for them, but they don't get to look into his eyes as he says it.

And it hurts because his mind has tricked him to believe none of those moments are real. Because they've never seen the man that claims to care for them so much, none of it is genuine. It's just touching a uniform and hearing empty words coming from a helmet. It almost makes him feel like a droid rather than a human, leaving him longing for that real connection.

He knows he probably shouldn't, but he craves that actual contact, which is something he never felt before you two showed up in his life.

Being a Mandalorian and living by their code was easy. He never even considered breaking his vow because nothing and no one was ever worth it. What could possibly be more important than this? That's what he would always ask himself and he wasn't able to come up with an answer– until you and Grogu showed up.

Now that you two are here, it's obvious to him that his priorities have changed. He wants to commit to an entirely new code. To prove his undying fidelity to his family and make a vow to the two of you.

But that brings another set of insecurities that make this entire situation a lot more difficult for him. As much as he needs to truly feel connected to you, he's terrified of what that connection means. It's obvious that in order to obtain that, he needs to take off his uniform. Most precisely, his helmet– which is something he has never done in front of anyone. Ever.

So that's when his mind is yet again filled with negative thoughts. What if you don't like what's under the helmet? What if you already have a picture of him in your head and he disappoints you because he looks nothing like it? What if you suddenly don't love him anymore because he's not what you expected at all? And what if Grogu rejects him too? He couldn't deal with either of you not liking what has been hiding underneath all the Beskar.

That's the complicated mess that's been haunting him for a few weeks. That inner struggle he has tried to keep hidden from the two of you. Should the helmet stay on despite being an obstacle to reach the depths of connection he needs to have with his family, or should he remove it and risk rejection? Is it better to settle or search for more?

He feels pathetic. The supposedly fearless bounty hunter is terrified of even thinking about taking a risk. Going on adventures used to be a lifestyle. Now, the mere idea of it is enough to fill his mind with self-doubt, making it almost impossible for him to make a decision.

He thought about it later that day when the three of you were already inside the Razor Crest and getting ready to go to bed, really considering his options and trying to create different outcomes to this hypothetical conversation that kept playing inside his head.

You were telling Grogu a bedtime story when Din joined the two of you. He sat on the bed and listened to you speak as he watched the baby, who was struggling to keep his eyes open at that point, holding onto the little blanket covering his body.

By the time the story was over, Grogu was already completely asleep. You carefully brushed his face with your pointer finger in an affectionate manner, smiling down at him before focusing on Din.

"Ready to go to bed?" you asked.

"You'll tell me a bedtime story too?"

The comment made you laugh. "I think you're a little old for bedtime stories."

"Ouch. I'm not old."

"I said a little old," you quickly correct, putting both of your hands on his shoulders. He quickly lifted a hand that was resting on your hip a few seconds later. "Not the same as just old."

You smile down at him as he gently caresses you from your hip all the way down your thigh before his gloved fingers trails back up. Your smile inevitably takes him to the dark corners of his mind again because he knows you won't be able to see him smiling back at you.

His next words came out very impulsively. "Can we talk?"

Evidently, you were a little concerned after hearing that given the tone he used. "Is there something wrong?"

"I've just been thinking a lot lately...there's something that's been bothering me and it won't leave my head."

"Okay..." you said, trying to be receptive to what he was saying but still having no idea of what's going on.

"Neither of you know what I look like," he decides to simply confess. Why would he try to over explain something that is actually quite easy to say? "And I've never...you know, actually touched you," he adds, his helmet titling towards his hand still resting on your hip, hinting at the glove covering it.

"I mean, yes...but that's because you're a Mandalorian. It's what your people do, right?"

Din nods after your words. "It's part of our code, but...I don't know. It's been bothering me because lately this entire uniform feels like an obstacle. I still feel like it's a part of me but...it also stands in between us."

"I've told you how I feel about the suit," you quickly say in a soft, reassuring voice. "I don't mind it one bit."

"I know, I know. This isn't because of something you did or said," Din explains. "I guess my priorities have changed."

"You mean...?"

"I mean, I care more about connecting with you than with my traditions. I've started to question things I never took a second to consider before you and Grogu showed up. I want to be able to touch you– really touch you. And I want to look at you and talk to you. Not through a visor and a modulator," he further explains, feeling like a weight is lifted off his shoulders. "I don't need to be a Mandalorian when I'm with you two. I just need to be Din."

"Oh, darling," you start affectionately, feeling so incredibly in love with the man sitting in front of you. "Whatever it is that you want and need, I'll support you no matter what. Helmet or no helmet, you're still the guy I fell in love with."

"Really?" he asks with evident worry.

"Of course," you immediately reassure him.

"I guess it took me too long to talk about this because...well, I didn't know if you'd like what's underneath the uniform."

"Din," you call in a very serious voice, hoping that'll hint just how much you mean your next words. "I love you so much. I love you because you're the kindest man I've ever met. You're loyal, passionate, brave...and you care so much about me and Grogu. I could stay here and mention a trillion things about you that make me fall in love with you every single day. You're the one I want to spend the rest of my life with and nothing in this world is ever going to change what I feel."

He was quiet for what felt like forever, simply staring up at you while you held the helmet in between your hands so you could stare directly at his visor where his eyes should be.

"You can't see it but I'm smiling, by the way. This is a good silence," he offers, which immediately makes you laugh.

"Is it okay if I take it off and see that smile for myself?"

He hesitated before answering. "Are you sure you won't change your mind?"

"I promise I won't change my mind."

There was another pause before he finally answered. "Okay..."

You start to remove his helmet in a gentle, slow manner. If he wanted to stop you, he could at any second. You really didn't want to rush it because you still wanted to give him a chance to back down if he wanted to.

The fact that he wears the helmet all day in front of you has never been an issue. You fell in love with the person he is, whatever he looks like couldn't possibly matter any less to you. That love is not going anywhere. Ever.

It looks like Din is confident in his decision because he doesn't stop you at any point. He continues to keep one of his hands attached to your hip and the other rests on his lap for a few seconds until he uses it to help you completely remove his helmet.

Still holding it with both of your hands, you look down to admire his face. You can tell by his expression that he's terrified as he stares back at you, impatient for any hint of rejection. He was still expecting to see the disappointment all across your features before you take a step back from him and reveal he's nothing like what you expected.

But that disappointment never appeared. Instead, he's relieved to see the smile forming on your face before you leave the helmet next to him on the bed, immediately reaching out to grab his face.

Din practically melts under your touch, closing his eyes and focusing on just how good it feels to have your skin touching him for the very first time. The way your soft fingers trace his cheeks before they move down to his jaw...it feels like absolute heaven.

And you take your time with that. Your digits explote his features as if contemplating them wasn't enough. You needed to touch every inch of his face in order to truly appreciate what's in front of you.

The most beautiful sight ever. The man you love so much, looking even more handsome than you could've ever predicted. From his soft brown eyes to the hint of a beard, he's so perfect you can't believe you're seriously this lucky.

"So?" he dares to ask. Hearing his voice without the modulator for the very first time almost made you feel goosebumps all over your body. How is this man so pretty?

You could've just said that. You could've stood there and told him over and over how pretty he is, but it didn't feel like it was enough. No words would ever begin to explain the admiration you have for this man, even before you knew what he looked like.

After feeling his skin for the very first time, you could only crave more. It was probably that inefficiency of words and the need for more contact that made you lean down and kiss him for the very first time.

He kissed you back instantly, the grip on your hip tightening just enough as he completely gave in to you.

It was evident you were his first kiss, but that detail couldn't be any more insignificant right now. His lack of experience didn't bother you. All you could think about is how lucky and happy you are to have him as your partner.

The kiss lasted for a few more seconds before you pulled away, failing to hide your smile when you saw his face. It was evident he was already missing the way your lips feel against his.

You stare at him again for a bit, caressing his flushed cheeks, before you finally decide to speak. "Does that answer your question?" Din was still too lost in his thoughts to reply out loud, so he simply nodded. His reaction after your first kiss made you giggle, and you swore right there that you've never felt happier in your life. "Good. I'd like to kiss you again if that's okay."

Another nod, this time looking more desperate, was all you needed to kiss him again. You got more comfortable as you sat on his lap, knowing you'll be there kissing him for a bit, feeling his arms wrap around your lower back to keep you close as soon as you sat down.

And as he holds you in his arms, he knows he made the right choice, silently vowing to be yours for as long as you allow him to.

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cevansbrat0007 · 1 year

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The Green Light: Afterglow

Summary: After an emotional afternoon, you finally allow your husband to take you to bed. Can you trust your man to help you see past your flaws? This is an immediate follow-up to The Green Light.

Warnings: Mature Themes, Body Acceptance, Smut, Daddy Kink, Implied Lactation Kink, Oral Sex (fem rec), Unprotected Sex, Spanking (mentioned), Punishments (implied), Post-Pregnancy Discussions, Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: Be sure to read The Green Light before this drabble, otherwise it might not make sense. Dedicated to my sweet friend, @sarahdonald87. Part of my ongoing Growing Pains Series. Not beta'd. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated. Thanks for reading! ___

“Here we are, my lady.” Your husband purrs, gently dropping you on your bed. He’d carried you all the way from the foyer upstairs to your bedroom and he wasn’t even remotely out of breath.

“Oof!” The sound of your giggles fill the room, helping you forget the fact that you’d been ashamed of your naked postpartum body only moments before. “And here I was worried about being too heavy for you to lift.” Your teeth go to nibble your lower lip as your Big Man quickly goes to work shedding himself of his clothes.

“Hush.” He chuckles as he kicks off his slacks. “Start that shit up again and my palm is liable to start twitching.” The pants go sailing into a random corner, which is nowhere near the hamper. But this time you allow it.

You were too busy enjoying your front-row seat to Andrew Barber’s enthusiastic, occasionally bordering on frantic, striptease.

“Yes, Daddy.” You mumble as you feel your core spasm in anticipation. “No spankings for this girl tonight.” More giggles tumble out before you can stop them.

Andy’s gaze never leaves your lounging form, his bright blue eyes brimming with adoration. What struck you most was that this open look of love was all for you. It wasn't a ploy or a tool used to manipulate - oh no. It was all truly genuine.

This was the only man you trusted enough to share your innermost thoughts and insecurities. The ones you so often convinced yourself were better off being kept locked away.

But your man wasn’t the type to ever leave you to face your demons alone. He never shied away from a challenge. If only because he wanted to see you smile.

Sometimes life with Andrew Barber was like walking around with your own personal knight in shining armor. It truly was the stuff of dreams.

“I’ve missed you so much, Baby Girl.” He growls as he stands in front of you now clad in only a pair of form-fitting boxer briefs. “You honestly have no idea.” His head tips back on a strangled groan as he palms his impressive erection.

The sight of the wet spot darkening the fabric of his briefs is enough to make your mouth water. You really hoped that your man had been serious earlier when he’d said you two had all night.

Because now you were starving for a taste of him as well.

“I’ve missed you too.” You breathe, reaching up to play with your heavy breasts. Andy’s attention immediately shifts as a small trickle of milk leaks out, leaving a delicious trail as it tracks its way down your belly. “I already pumped before you got home.” You can’t help but notice the way his cock twitches when you pinch your nipple between your fingers, producing another tantalizing drop. “So this is all for you, handsome.”

You reach out your hand, inviting Andy to join you on the bed. He takes it without hesitation, but instead of doing as you bid, he sucks the sticky digits into his mouth. Another moan rumbles deep in his chest as he licks your fingers clean.

“Fuck – I was hoping you’d be willing to feed me tonight, princess.” Your husband winks at you before climbing on the bed.

Feeling powerful in your own right, you rise up on your knees, giving him a better view while you continue to play with yourself. You sneak a glance at him through lowered lashes as you tease him, delighting in the way his nostrils flare every time he’s treated to another glimpse of milk.

“Am I making you hungry, Daddy?” Your voice comes out so husky you hardly recognize it. “Hm?”

“Very.”

He’s not kidding. You have no idea just how many times he’s spent himself in the shower fantasizing about the prospect of enjoying you like this again.

“But there’s no need to rush it. I plan to savor every second of our special time tonight. Starting with reintroducing myself to that sweet little pussy of yours. And you’re gonna offer it to me like a good girl, aren’t you?”

Andy quirks one confident dark brow as he waits for you to comply. Wanting to obey, your hands abandon your breasts in favor of maneuvering yourself backwards on the bed. You both knew from experience that you needed to be good and relaxed before taking things to the next level.

He waits until you’re settled comfortably against several pillows before taking hold of your ankles and deftly parting your thighs, exposing your glistening cunt to his predatory gaze. His tongue darts out to moisten his plump bottom lip as he leans forward to pet the swollen clit peeking out from between your folds.

Your hips buck when his fingers make contact with the slippery bundle of nerves. He repeats the action twice more before bringing his hand down with a little more force, eliciting a cry from you as the wet slap echoes throughout the room.

“Consider that your punishment for all of the negative self-talk you subjected yourself to earlier. Daddy won’t settle for anyone mistreating his baby like that.” Andy pops you again. “Not even you. Understood?” He raises his hand to administer another blow when you don’t answer fast enough.

“Yes, Sir.” Your response comes out more like a whimper.

“Good girl.” A hint of wolfish grin is your only warning before your man’s head is suddenly buried between your thighs. Your fingers tangle their way into his chestnut locks as he busies himself getting reacquainted with your most intimate flesh.

“Ooh! Yeah, Daddy – just like that!”

Andy takes his time with you, enjoying your flavor on his tongue once again. You don’t even have it in you to be self-conscious about the fact that you’d only been able to devote a few minutes towards a quick, ahh, trim down there before rushing out the door this morning.

Not that he ever really gave a fuck about things like that. Andrew Barber wasn’t the type to let a little body hair distract him from his prize.

“I don’t know how you did it, baby.” Andy rasps when he finally comes up for air, his mouth shining with your juices. “But you taste even sweeter than you did when you were pregnant.” He nuzzles your puffy lips with his nose before allowing his skilled tongue to tease your increasingly sensitive clit.

“It’s all for you.” You keen, arching your body off the bed. “Always for you.”

“Fucking soaked.” He growls, slowly working one thick finger inside you, patiently allowing you all the time you need to get used to his delicious invasion. “Let me know if you need me to slow down or stop, okay?”

“Kay.” Hopefully you wouldn’t need him too.

He hums in pleasure when your thighs instinctively go to clamp around his head. Effectively holding him hostage as he goes back to appreciating the meal you’ve so generously set before him.

Not that he was complaining any. Your husband is more than content to lap at your drenched core like a jungle cat enjoying his favorite treat as you buck and writhe beneath his sensual ministrations.

“God!” You push at his head as you feel the coil tighten in your belly, threatening to snap with each maddening lash of his tongue. Fuck if it didn’t feel good to be worshiped like this!

“Daddy, I – ooh! I can’t!” Your knees begin to tremble as your impending orgasm looms – just out of reach. It was too much. Too much too soon. “Andy!” You wail as you crest higher and higher – your body hurtling towards that carnal plateau. “Oh FuckFuckFuck!”

Glittering pinpricks of white hot pleasure course through your veins, growing more and more intense by the second. Sensing you’re about to run, Andy wraps one thickly muscled arm around your thigh while his free hand goes to rest on your belly.

You get the message loud and clear. You’re to hold still and take it, take everything your man has to give you, until he’s good and satisfied.

Your husband increases his ardent assault, loving the way your heels dig into his back when you finally go flying over the edge into absolute bliss. A spectacular display of lights and colors dance behind your eyes as the orgasm thoroughly wrecks you.

You’re not sure how long it lasts. But you’re aware that at least a few minutes have passed by the time you’re finally able to think again. Of course your smug husband is waiting for you on the other side, his eyes glazed over with unrepentant lust.

“Beautiful.” He bestows a hot, open-mouthed kiss on your still spasming cunt. “Thank you for that gift you just gave me.” The reverence in his tone lets you know that he means every word. “How do you feel?”

“Amazing.” You tell him, also feeling just a tiny bit bashful. On impulse, you reach out to lightly stroke your fingers through his messy strands, your short nails affectionately grazing his scalp.

It’s a simple moment of quiet intimacy shared between two lovers.

“You wanna keep going?” You smile at the question, appreciating his thoughtfulness. Andy wouldn’t push if you said you wanted or needed a break. But you also weren’t ready to stop just yet.

He wasn’t the only one who wanted more out of this evening. Mr. Barber was shaping up to be a terrible influence on you...

“Yes, please.” You beckon him forward, opening up your arms to receive him. Wanting to feel the heat of his tattoo-covered chest with your own two hands. Seconds later, your man joins you at the head of the bed.

Unable to resist, you bridge the distance between you to take his soft lips in a kiss. Andy lets you lead for a moment, giving you time to appreciate just how good you taste before taking control again. Your eager tongues dance with one another as a familiar fire ignites a slow burning in your belly.

By the time you finally pull away you’re both breathing hard and grinning like a couple of dopey, lovesick teenagers.

“Hi.”

“Hiya, Andy Bear.” You giggle back, excitement blooming in your chest. “I love you.” You put everything you have into those three words, wanting him to feel the emotional weight behind them.

“I love you more. Any pain or discomfort just tell me to stop. Okay?”

“Mhm.” You nod, knowing that there was also a handy vial of lube in the nightstand nearby in case you needed a little something extra. “But I want these off first.” Your man doesn’t fight you as you work to divest him of his pesky boxers, finally freeing his hardened length from its confines.

You hated his boxers almost as much as he despised your panties. Damned things always got in the way.

You tenderly wrap your hand around his girth, loving the way his big body shudders in your grasp. Emboldened by his response, you begin to work him with your fist – occasionally using your thumb to tease the swollen mushroom head.

Andy lets out a sharp hiss as you continue to tease him. But he doesn’t make any moves to intervene until you pull away briefly, intending to roll him onto his back so that you could tend to him like he’d cherished you earlier.

“Later.” He promises, kissing the pout off your lips. “Remember, we have all night.” Although, he can’t quite seem to resist taking a nipple into his mouth either, sucking just hard enough to be rewarded with a taste of your breastmilk. “Sorry – but they’re right there. Couldn’t help myself, Baby Girl.”

“Uh huh.” You nip at his jaw as your hands seek out the taut globes of his ass, giving them a hearty squeeze.

“Not my fault you’re sweet all over.” His sensual laugh rumbles through his chest. The sound proves to be rather contagious as he helps you get settled comfortably on a pillow before lining himself up with your slick entrance.

Andy’s eyes never leave yours as the broad head of his cock gently bumps against your cunt before slowly easing inside you. “Just look at me, princess. Daddy’s got you.” He keeps going, pausing only briefly to link his fingers through yours. “Swear I’ve got you. Fuck, you’re tight.”

You knew that he did. Your husband was always there, waiting to catch you when you fell. Your fucking knight in shining armor.

“And you’re big.” You gasp, breathing through the pressure. Only to exhale in relief when your man is finally seated fully inside you. “But it feels good. So full with you inside me.”

Once Andy’s satisfied that there isn’t any lingering discomfort, he finally allows himself to move. He starts things off slow enough. And he doesn’t increase his pace until you sink your teeth into his arm.

“Okay, my greedy girl.” He purrs, acknowledging your impatience. “Have it your way.” Andy bears down then, giving you time to get used to the power of his thrusts as he finds his rhythm.

It’d been so long since you’d been together like this. You’d missed the kind of intimacy that could only come from being physically joined with the man you loved. With your husband.

“God, yes!” Your hips snap up in time with his movements, making it clear that you were well and truly enjoying yourself. “Oh please don’t stop!” You tell him, pressing a quick kiss to his knuckles.

And while Andy is thankful for the encouragement, he’s also pretty certain that he couldn’t stop even if he wanted to – that’s how far gone he was. His hungry mouth slants over yours as your velvety walls continue to clench around his thick cock, enthusiastically milking him for all he’s worth.

He swallows each and every moan that slips passed your lips as he lovingly fucks you mindless. The sharp sound of his heavy balls rhythmically slapping against your core pushes you even closer to yet another orgasm.

Right as you’re about to topple over the edge, Andy pulls back – adjusting your positions so that your legs are now draped over his shoulders. And then he’s back fucking you like the sensual madman that he is, angling his body so that his cock hits that special spot inside of you.

But his attention is focused solely on that of your connection. Almost as if he’s enthralled by the carnal image of his hard cock slamming home inside your sopping wet pussy over and over again.

Fuck! You were gonna cum again.

“Never had a better pussy.” He snarls, his pace becoming more erratic. “Never had a better wife.” Your man was close – so fucking close. And you weren’t too far behind. “All fucking mine.”

“Yes, Daddy.” You mewl, spurring him on as your inner muscles work him over good. “Take your pussy. Take it. Take it. Take it.” You chant as your orgasm threatens to rob you of breath.

Your bliss crashes into you at the same time it hits Andy. He throws his head back when he cums, a pleasure-filled roar escaping his throat while your hungry cunt milks every last drop of his thick seed.

You were his greedy girl after all.

He lightly continues to pump in and out you for another moment, his movements eventually slowing when he finally comes back down to earth. But even still, he finds himself reluctant to sever your connection.

“We have all night, Andy.” You remind him gently before reaching out to cup his bearded cheek.

“Promise?” He whispers back, his eyes shining with emotion as he presses his lips to the inside of your wrist. “Because I’ve really missed my wife.”

Truer words had never been spoken.

“Well, I think that’s only fair to say. Especially since I also really missed my husband.” You lightly trace your fingers over one of his many tattoos. “Which is why neither of us is leaving this bed until it's time for us to get the kids tomorrow.” You toss him a wink for good measure.

“You promise?” Andy asks again, not bothering to hide his chuckle.

“You've got my word on that, Big Man.” You pull him down for another kiss. "Now, let me welcome you home again."

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 1 year

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I was so determined to hate chapter six as a diehard Hercules fan, because just from the first part, I thought they weren't doing the movie "justice" (whatever that means).

But I finally finished all of it, and oh MY GOD, I think it might just be my favorite chapter in the whole damn game.

My biggest complaint is that I wish there was more Shroud brothers content in it? I swear, I felt like I didn't know what was happening with them, like, 70% of the time.

When Idia goes down to Ortho in the beginning in his Chariot, I genuinely had no idea what he was planning and was completely thrown for a loop when he's suddenly on Ortho's side and behaving as the "big baddie." And then he overblots? What brought upon that? Was it because he spent too long down in Tartarus with the Phantoms and blot? But then isn't his curse supposed to burn blot? And are members of the Shroud family the only one who have the ability to run Styx because of their curse? Is that why Idia is fated to this future and this future alone?

I tried to read through the story twice to be sure but remained just....very confused!

(Sorry if you've already answered this before; I've been stalwartly avoiding any chapter six content until I read it myself!)

Nooo, not walking into something wanting to hate it… 😭 Personally, I try to give media the benefit of the doubt until I can experience it for myself and then make a sound judgement 💦 I don’t think any good comes from jumping the gun on content I have yet to see. A lot of stuff can be taken out of context in a bad way if you don’t know the full picture, and expecting the worst can set up the content to fail (confirmation bias, oof). I’m glad that you ended up liking episode 6 though, it’s definitely my favorite of the main story as well.

I think TWST is a lot stronger when it tries to do its own thing or it gets creative with its interpretations of Disney rather than loyally following the original’s ideas. (Episode 2 is a prominent example of how strongly adhering to the Disney inspiration can harm the narrative and weaken its characters 😔) TWST is meant to be a reinterpretation of classic Disney villains, so I like it when we can see just how far they can push the envelope and make a name for itself unrelated to what came before it.

I don’t think it can be helped that episode 6 didn’t seem to show much of Idia and Ortho; it had to balance a LOT of other characters, their development, and new lore in addition to the Shroud brothers and it was handled surprisingly well despite that bulk. I also feel like we spend a lot of time without Idia and/or Ortho due to… well, having to tiptoe around certain dark and sensitive subject matters?? Even in JP, some things had to be implied instead of explicitly stated. That requires reading between some of the lines or putting together vague events or lines of dialogue spoken from different parts of the episode.

When Idia flies down into Tartarus, he was just going to check on Ortho because he had a weird hunch once the holo-Ortho called him by his childhood nickname (Idy in EN, “nii-chan” in JP, whereas robo!Ortho usually called him Idia in EN and “nii-san” in JP). Idia was NOT going there expecting to OB, he was just convinced to give in to the temptation offered to him by the thought of reuniting with his dead brother. It’s not outright stayed, but you have to infer that Idia has been quietly suffering based on his gloomy attitude and self-deprecating, “woe is me” lines; him OBing is just a culmination of those frustrations and guilt surrounding Ortho. I believe the implication is that Idia OB’d quickly because Tartarus is teeming with Phantoms. The high amount of blot present overpowered the speed of his natural abilities to burn blot. Think of it like metabolism; Idia’s body could not burn the blot as fast as the blot was accumulating, and as a result, he was overwhelmed.

It was definitely stated in episode 6 (by Idia, then again in his post-OB flashback) that the Shrouds are ideal candidates for operating Styx due to the organization’s focus on blot research. Most of the other employees are humans with low magical reserves to minimize their changes of OBing, whereas the Shroud family direct the facilities, as their bodies are able to rapidly dispose of any blot they accumulate or come near. (However, as Idia alludes to, the Shrouds MUST be near blot to burn and/or generate blot themselves by using magic consistently, otherwise the curse will turn inward and start eating away at the cursed individual.)

It is also said that the Shrouds (a branch family) were a part of a rebellion against the main family (Jupiter), so they were punished by being forced into this particular line of work. Idia is essentially paying for the sins committed by his ancestors. Gate to the Underworld is also a hereditary UM which is unique to the Shrouds; only they are capable of managing the secure door that separates strong, ancient Phantoms from creeping into the real world and destroying it. Idia is, therefore, obligated to carry on the Shroud family legacy for the sake of the world.

Again, episode 6 throws a LOT at you so it may take some rereads and some thinking to put everything together. I still forget things or confuse the details, so I find myself constantly double-checking episode 6 if I'm referencing info from it.

#Idia Shroud #Ortho Shroud #Ignihyde #spoilers #notes from the writing raven #question

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Invincible s2e5

It's here, it's here!! Some of my thoughts. Spoilers ahead

"He's never on the hook for the lives he destroys. Just leaves it for everyone else to clean up. Again and again." -> incredible

Brothers eh!! and also Debbie saying mark must get his nobility/reluctance to abandon people from her side ;-)))), especially since this is like one of if not the only time mark is compared to his mum and not his dad. (Whether it's a you're nothing like you're dad, you will be your dad, your dad doesn't influence my view on you)

debbie taking time off work ot look after mark's brother just after they all said they wer so glad she was back :-(( I get that she priortises mark's education though

oop the donald sub plot, forgot about that but now Im hella intrigued again, he a cyberman, though he's the six million dollar man to hear Cecil tell it (we can rebuild him...)

william boxed up mark's stuff.... oof that must have been rough (for william i mean, assuming he's dead)

cecil stfu and stop being a creeper- although if he wasn't like that he wouldn't be cecil, his job is to be a bastard in order to do what he deems necessary

"He's an alien. We're more qualified to take care of him."- very ominous very uncomfortable, glad to see mark isn't having any of it but still. actually ingernal loving mark's convo with cecil

Cecil's little side eye at the end, he's scared ohohoh. and that petty "im sureyour mum will love ooking after her ex's kid" like uh, no but she said she'll do it for mark and otherwise mark will do it so so?

Mark and Amber are cool, and yeah it's nice to see him listening to her problems even if maybe it's revealing that uh... yeah he can't be there for her and that's complicated (as mark said)

Rudy and monster girl is intersing, like i get why she's pissed and i get where he's coming from

DECEASED they all knew he was from mars.Almost disappointed because him desperately trying to be human was hilarious but also this reveal was the funniest fucking thing so, even his reveal felt so unhuman

also how noble and excited the abckstory is until the awkard... so I sort of tried to kill him but I didn't even do that right and now he's coming to earth to kill us all possessed by a hive creature

"No, before, I was lying. Now I'm telling the truth. It's very different." hilarious, might steal that.

Rex, gonna go OOC real quick, then pan to Atom Eve AMV... iconic, I wonder what this could mean /s

Ok I was like, stop commenting on everything but like Rex is a prick but the absolute funniest, saying that maybe Eve's parents WANT her to be abducted because they still haven't fixed her broken window lock killed me

also more seriously actually the familiarity with which they talk and rex moves around eve's room (the l atter would be weird if it weren't so obvious eve could make him stop if she wanted) is great? Because yeah they dated for a while, like they should know each other even if they don't get on anymore and it's great to see the evidence of that Similarly the fact taht Eve reveals at teh end she knew rex just wanted something but that she also does think he genuinely helped her see that she helps people

Man, mark :-( spread too thin, and he's realising it but what is the way out?? Butter spread over too much bread and you can't just put it back in the tin

Shapesmith's intonation and diction and also just his timing of what he says is, mwah, chefs kiss, incredibel

when is the shapesmith show coming, we've already had "Allan"???

was gonna say "nice fight scenes" then kate happened, and i mean they're still good but oh fuck holy shit oh god hog do

.um. well post the homeward guardians fight all I have to say is that it seems that Rex is ranking guardian after all.

Or um, them some cliff hangers amirite, sure do hope everybody is fine

but no did like Rex's last line of the episode and also King lizard's smarmy evil pragmatism ooh very nice.

#invincible s2 #invincible s2 spoilers #invincible season 2

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cant believe i was so fucking delusional about Flamebringer and Enforcer interacting in some way that it came into existence

actually can we talk about that

listen i already Hortus de Escapismo would be a treat because its a Laterano related event and it involves my wife. actually he got an alter even i knew it i KNEW IT I WAS AN EXALTER TRUTHER AS SOON AS I SAW THAT BOUJEE WINCHESTER 1887 MY FUCKING WIFE IS HOME MY WIFE

and then they dropped the operator records for the Notarial Hall trio and for anyone who has not read those yet tl;dr from somewhat dubiously google translated chinese text:

in Insiders oprecs theres almost an all out brawl over a family heirloom donut recipe. its so funny to me that we all made fun of him cause his halo looked like a donut and he really is Donut Man™

actually his personal donut recipe is so sweet and greasy that the doctor nearly chokes to death on it. im pretty sure if you eat it you can physically feel your arteries popping shut

apparently he likes sweets so much because when they picked him off the streets in some small town bordering siracusa and brought him to laterano they gave him some candy and it just left such an impact on him

do all of you have dead parents is that like a requirement

he has donut pajamas

Executor oprec is kinda cute honestly. this guy is autistic. he has joined the war on autism on the side of the autism. anyway what we learned is that apparently his lack of empathy (as in the sanktas 6th sense) is something hes had from birth and not in fact due to his job as an executor

and also he has always had a black halo and wings. according to the manhua they also dropped his entire extended family has black halo/wings it has absolutely fuck all to do with him being willing to kill sankta if his job necessitates it its just genetic

he doesnt actually have that much of a problem recognizing what people are feeling, its more that he has trouble piecing together cause and effect or what those emotions mean to people. and his parents (before their tragic demise) taught him to like draw shapes on paper matching different emotions to parse it? cute

anyway the other executor that was on a mission with him when he was still a rookie bites the dust and Executor takes it so so so seriously and fucking tries to eat 100 scoops of ice cream because his senpai made a joke and he was just like "okay so that can count as a last will and testament i guess" like babe. babe. he applied for executive gelato funding

and they leave us hanging but i genuinely wonder how many he managed to eat before he probably vomited and couldnt see gelato for the next 3 months

Federico Giallo? no. Federico Gelato

also hes only around ~25 as of Exalter

Enforcer goes around asking various sarkaz about Kazdel cause obviously hes intending to go look for Cecelias dad with her

actual live reaction as soon as i saw 炎客 BEYONCE?! FLAMEBRINGER?!

Flamebringer is a wanted criminal the Notarial Hall has his mugshot on the office notice board (which tells me that there is NO WAY that Executor doesnt KNOW him or about him please i am so delulu rn Lowlight i fucking beg you let them interact kiss. violently suck face, even. "Dino wasnt this a 炎见 post?" if you were paying attention to my Twitter youd know i really like 葬炎见 in that exact order but ill take any combination of just two of them) and also he absolutely does not give a shit he just keeps watering the plants while Enfocer talks at him

Enforcer gets slammed against a wall and maybe choked a little unbelievable and Flamebringer is like "go bug someone else, blood is not for watering flowers" like oof ouch the edge on this guy

Mudmud helps Enfocer in the end tho :)

also he might be like 19 while my conservative estimate was at least 25 i THOUGHT the Notarial staff had law degrees now i get why everyone in Guide Ahead was like "waow, so young :o and already an executor!"

#arknights #flamebringer #enforcer #flameforcer #being held at knifepoint can be something so homoerotic #blood #going apeshit under the readmore #炎见

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Different anon: I don't even think Mofftiss were necessarily high on their own farts, I think TFP and a lot of S4 were actual genuine malice on their parts towards the fandom for...liking the thing they made so much, I guess. It just made such a *mockery* of so many important things. The Redbeard retcon is one I'm deeply bitter about as a dog person who identifies with Sherlock; their desire to act like "magic madwoman in an attic" is a groundbreaking concept that Eyre didn't already do WAY BETTER AND LESS SEXIST; the "ha ha John was going to cheat with the GIRL Holmes"; the "you identify with these men and their story? haha who you are doesn't matter". Never mind the nonsensical writing choices, even. It just seems so outright *nasty* and calculated to be cruel when one knows how aware of the fandom they were. I can't give them enough competence credit to believe they could pull off any of the S4 Wasn't Real type theories, but god, thank god for the fandom pretty much discarding the series.

Anyway, the show ended with TAB in my heart, and we'll always have Apple Tree Hill or whatever that other show was called...

(referencing this post)

Ah, yes, EXACTLY, I think you've kind of summed up my feelings on the matter... I still remain... 10%?... hopeful that they really did fuck up the season on purpose because it's meant to be fake, but yeah, it's REALLY hard for me to not see it as anything other than pettiness towards a fandom that "guessed" the plot to TAB,, so in retaliation made S4 SO wacky, thinking that it's BAD writing if people can figure out where it's going (hint: it's NOT) so instead just eff it all up for the sake of a Shyamalan Twist. I agree with you with how cruel and nasty it feels looking at it that way.

LOL Yeah, TAB was sort of the end for me as well... I love TAB and my blog wouldn't be where it is today without TAB, so I have a soft spot in my heart for it. AND LOL APPLE TREE HILL wow what a time that was oof.

Thanks for sharing your thoughts, Nonny <3

#steph replies #replies to replies #s4 shitposting #my thoughts #chatting with nonnies #mofftiss #death of the author

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I would post this on my own blog for discussion, but at the same time, some of my mutuals are Billy antis and I don't want to accidentally invite conflict, but, like, if Billy did survive season 3, I believe fully he would have been targeted by Vecna. Not just because he already escaped him once before, but because we already see him targeting vulnerable teenagers and using their own trauma against them. Billy was already pretty vulnerable beforehand thanks to Neil and his isolation from anyone who might actually care for him, which is probably why the Mindflayer got him in the first place, but after the Mindflayer? Who quite literally forced itself into his body and then used him to hurt and kill people he never would have done otherwise before nearly killing him in a way so brutal, he just barely survived, all after having to rip open the bandages on painful memories to get his own body back? And God forbid if he's still living at home because he has nowhere else to go and with those injuries, he really can't go anywhere else.

He's emotionally and physically vulnerable, while really not being able to talk to or trust anyone. Also, the dread of just getting his own body back only to risk losing his mind to the same person who traumatized him. There could even be a possible parallel for his arc that the Mindflayer got him because he had no one to rely on and save him while he was able to escape Vecna because he finally had a support system who genuinely cares and wants to help him.

I'm not all that good articulating my thoughts, so I hope I'm making sense, but, like, as someone who relates a lot to Billy, any aus where Billy survives and gets the help he needs gives me serotonin.

OOF, must be hard to relate to a character but be surrounded by people who hate him. I’m with you on this, though. Billy would easily be targeted again, and wouldn’t it be interesting to see people fight like hell to protect him the way he protected them? Billy deserved that. To have someone fight for him.

#asks

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Thought I'd do a little bit of a personal update! I'm doing the reorganising thing which is still slow but really motivating - enough that I'm having good energy days where I'm getting more done! I should be able to start work on the new fish tank soon!

More commentary/thoughts/where I'm going creatively below the cut. (It might be a bit heavy, you've been warned - check tags for more info)

EDIT: Fixed Tumblr borking this, now looks like how this WAS SUPPOSED TO oof

So I'm in the process of redoing my entire office just to fit this fish thank (which has now been leak tested so we're good to go), as well as reorganising based on tips I picked up from this book for people with ADHD that I've found massively helpful. Honestly it's been great for helping me just THROW SHIT OUT because while I can have my moments of ruthless detachment and clear inventory my family is very much a 'use/reuse/reappropriate' kind of deal, which while great often gives me hesitation throwing stuff out primarily because of that pressure - especially when I'm stuck living with them. Now I know it's necessary to get everything to a state where it will STAY organised.

It's also let me take inventory of the stupid amount of traditional media art supplies which have been sitting there since high school in near pristine unused condition (we are talking a LOT of very useable acrylic paints here) and get them all organised. After chatting with my psychologist yesterday I've bought more/replacements for things I had to throw out (literally dry as a bone markers) as she literally said she 'very much encouraged' my idea of starting a visual art diary to help process emotions and stuff.

I know over the years my inspiration to do stuff has withered, usually because it's been hammered by bad moods (caused primarily by external forces I could not control on top of my already battered neurology). I know now because of shit in my past that has been largely unresolved, art has never been an outlet for emotions for me because I'm so afraid of taking up space. Despite emotions being a powerful source for art, I rarely draw on them both because I have spent so much time trying not to feel them or hiding them because unfortunately my history is one of a lot of rejection, right down to a very young age where my caregivers should have been way more on the ball. It's helped me acknowledge my way of expressing love and affection is kind of fucked - when I feel close to someone or like them a lot it has the opposite effect where I instinctively want to pull away from them because I'm scared I'm going to 'ruin it', like my life is tainted and by associating with them I'll drag them down somehow. I know it's silly but it's very hard to get past because it's automatic - that was the only way I was guarenteed to get affection, if I was the most borin, biddable, palatable child in existence who caused no problems, even if it meant enduring physical and emotional pain alone. I inherently find it hard to trust people being genuine about liking me as a person because I'm just waiting for the shoe to drop when they realise I'm too much hassle - which unfortunately was the circumstance my relationship ended around so yeah, that did not fucking help. Basically I go from being really comfortable around someone to masking intensely and yeah that is NOT GOOD. I also legit feel the reason I have alexytheimia is because I had to develop a buffer so early in my life just to survive as far as I have.

I'm hoping art journalling will help me process some of those thoughts and feelings and I still want to try and show them, just to show myself they DO have value, they are a valid part of the human experience and they should be allowed to take up space - I do not need to hide them away or cut pieces of myself out to become more 'palateable' to people. So yeah um, I guess there will be some vent art, I don't know if I'll post only to my art blog or here because it's more sketchy shit and I reserve the art blog for finished pieces now ... either way knowing me it's going to be highly metaphorical and symbolic so I don't know how 'triggering' it could be but either way I'll probably tag the absolute shit out of it just to make sure I don't adversely effect someone (yes I am aware of the irony in me saying that as it's basically me trying to 'not ruin' things again but even putting it out there at all is a big enough step - also tags are just basic decency).

So uh ... That's what I've been up to? Also why I've been kind of shit about WIP Wednesday tagging and responding to other tag games (which I am now once again remembering a bunch of that I STILL have sitting in my motifs cause I still wanna do them ; m ;) I think I tend to get something like reverse SAD this time of year, arguably for the same reasons SAD develops - it gets so damn hot that I have the curtains closed in my office (which has the biggest window in the house) all day to keep the heat out. So arguably I have just made 'tiny dark winter' for about two months because I ain't going outside when it's over 30C (aka the temp tomorrow. And the day after THAT. Fuck I hate summer). Just instead of dark and cold it's dark and sweaty - feeling clammy also being a sensory problem for me so all around BAD TIME until the season changes :/

Outside of all that I'm speculating writing a wlw romance in a western setting because I have had on off cowboy rot since forever and I should probably do something with that already. Currently speculative Native American love interest/secondary protagonist with a background that probably touches on maybe the boarding schools and then reconnection with culture. We've had similar stories with our indigenous population in Australia unfortunately (colonialism is a plague) so I can sort of have some understanding but I probably need to hit the books on that one. For any Americans/Canadians reading this if you know some good books, PLEASE send me your references, I really want to make sure I do this right. I reblogged a post a few days ago about how Native Americans are often dehumanised in westerns and they just become part of the landscape, and I really want to push against that. Also do some contrasting against how oppressive western colonial era culture was by comparison to native culture honestly because I feel that would be a really interesting dynamic. Idk when/if stuff with this project will start happening but we'll see.

If you read this far, thanks! It's pretty validating to know people care this much, since it's hard for me to believe people do care a lot of the time because of all the above bullshit. So just so you know, I love you guys 💖 and you get a bonus cat:

Tiny p.s. living with my parents now is very different from when I was a child, I know the people who caused me hurt are long, long gone. They are not the same people anymore - so I am okay! It's still frustrating but more for the reasons of wishing I had my own (bigger) space to live in and put all my stuff and just 'I am a 30 year old extremely supressed lesbian speed running puberty and this environment is not conducive to exploring that' if anything. While I'm out with my Mum I can't like ... talk about that shit lol. So yeah, frustrating but for entirely different reasons. Just clearing that up.

#kerytalk #trigger warnings:#trauma #emotional neglect #depression #honestly it's pretty light on specifics though so hopefully ok #healing

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Babylon 5 S02E12: Acts of Sacrifice Table of Contents • previous episode

work went from '''part time''' to "hit 40 hrs by thursday and work 10-12 hrs every day" and that felt like I was about to do myself a post-surgery injury so I quit and have been back in bed resting. fucking bummer, dude.

But, back to B5!!

Space battle for a strong opening!

oof, war crimes out the ass. The Centauri government/military just love killing civilians. And words cannot express how supportive I am of G'Kar showing anyone and everyone video proof of their war crimes.

:( :( G'Kar is fighting so hard for his people. And no one will help. Average government behavior :( :(

The Centauri's justifications are frequent ones I've heard pulled out about the USA;s imnperialism. Well deserved, an excellent blow, and depressing again at how relevant it continues to be.

The Lumati being introduced as a new-to-the-humans advanced civilization makes me wonder again how much of the galaxy is explored and mapped. I love it when the worldbuilding draws me in and makes me want to know more about it. Some series, when I wonder about things it's because the story doesn't make sense in some way.

Sheridan's idea of diplomatic training seems to be to tell Ivanova to handle it with the information and knowledge she already has. Love that for her, hah.

G'Kar's diplomatic style has dramatically shifted - he has always been interesting but he's becoming more compelling.

Ugh, Londo. Petty suffering isn't enough for him right now.

That's a fucked-up stance for Sheridan to take, tbh. Do better, guy.

Petter suffering all around! It was slick work by Ivanova to steer the Luminary into the tour she already had planned for them, but has got to be painful dealing with them on the tour anyway.

Aww, is Londo feeling ostracized? Left out? Sucks to suck.

Only at episode 12 and tensions are this high already.

It genuinely sucks for G'Kar that he just doesn't have allies on any side. His own people on board the station are bound and determined to see his diplomatic efforts sunk.

Damn, the bartender is really rubbing it in! I do not feel bad for Londo that he was stood up.

Really super lame way of connecting with the Luminary. Your late stage capitalism has created a disempowered underclass. We're impressed!

Way to go, G'Kar. It'll be good for him to win a battle.

Their love can bloom while making clandestine deals. It's a good look on both of them.

Man, G'Kar is gonna do whatever it takes to preserve the little aid he's getting. I want so much better for him and the Narns.

Well, no idea where Ivanova got that idea. I thought she'd offer them a hearty handshake.

Ugh, grossest way to be a little less violently murderous, Londo. Makes me so glad that victory tastes bitter to him.

next!

#babylon 5 #g'kar #woodsfae b5

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sinofwriting · 8 months

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Also this is me asking about the Lando, Mclaren, Max, Red Bull thing

(I enjoy seeing other people’s perspectives and what they think)

@ireadthensuetheauthors

Oof, okay @ireadthensuetheauthors. Buckle up because I have thoughts. Also for anyone wondering this is being asked because of my Oscar fic, lover.

Thoughts under the cut

So, in said fic, I kind of brought up the perception of Max being called a teammate killer, despite Red Bull being the obvious issue, and in that fic parallels were drawn between Max/Red Bull and Lando/McLaren.

Now, let me preface by saying that I love Max and Lando. I love pretty much all the drivers on the grid:

I'm genuinely shocked however that Lando has not been labeled as a teammate killer or in the beginning of coming one. I don't know if it's because he's still somewhat new to f1 or it's just that while talented, he's not Max levels of talented.

But lets face it, Carlos left for Ferrari (on good terms which also is a difference between say Pierre and Alex leaving*cough* redbull),after two seasons. Daniel was forced out of McLaren after two seasons, despite being a more experienced and an arguably better driver despite the 2021/22 season being what they were.

Also, Carlos since leaving McLaren and joining Ferrari has been interesting at Ferrari. It's clear that he wants to be first driver (and lets face it as long as Charles is there, no one else will be first driver), but is also unable (unwilling?) to push the car for everything that it can give. Which while it does give him good results, makes him a bit disappointing compared to Charles who drivers the car to it's rails. He is able to get in the points and even on the podium sometimes, but it also took him a long time to ever get on the podium (4/5 seasons) and took him a bit longer to get a win (7/8 seasons).

Daniel joining McLaren was very good for the team. A proven good experienced driver who had 31 podiums under his belt and 7 wins. And in his first season with McLaren he proved that Mclaren could be a race winning car, by giving them their first win since 2012 (8/9 seasons!). And yes Lando was doing very well, in the points more often than Daniel and placing higher than him in the standings for both seasons, but Daniel was still performing well, even after admitting that he was having issues with the car.

The decision McLaren made to break contract with Daniel to sign a rookie, is something, it's a very interesting decision. And Oscar is showing a lot of promise and is doing well for his rookie season. But that's not the point.

The point is, McLaren is showing like Ferrari and Redbull they heavily favor a driver, and will as long as he's there. Lando, Max, and Charles, are always going to be the priority at McLaren, Redbull, and Ferrari respectively. And like I kind of stated in my fic, I do think that if somehow Oscar gets a win before Lando at McLaren, even earns more points than him or is just about equal to him, they still will favor Lando.

This is just my thoughts (some of them at least) on the whole thing. I don't mind some healthy discussion about this in the replies/reblogs of this post, but please be kind. On my other blog I already had to delete an f1 post due to some anon hate messages and I'm honestly just here to have fun and occasional real deep thoughts.

Also, Max is not a teammate killer neither is Lando. The teams themselves are the problems. And this post was more about the perception and potential parallels of them.

#i'm going to tag this but i swear if i get one hate message i'm going nuclear #f1 #formula 1 #mclaren #lando norris #don't interact if you can't be kind and remember that there is a human behind this screen #and this isn't me saying you can't disagree with me #you can #just don't be an asshole #the fact that i have to type these things is insane #but here we are

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shuhwaa · 1 year

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tips for growing your writing blog? im a bit of a newbie and i already have a chapter fic published but it didn't seem to get the interactions i thought it would get (don't get me wrong im not after the number of notes but sometimes i rlly just wish it got more than four)

btw, love u and your fics sm!! also, you're one of my fav authors here on tumblr 🫶🫶🫶🫶

Hey anon^^ first of all, thank you for saying that <3 it means a lot to me!! 🥺🥺💞

Tips for growing your writing blog... oof. Please take everything I have to say with a grain of salt, as it's mostly my own observations and opinions!!

So first of all, it's only natural to be disappointed when you publish something and it gets less notes than you expected or wanted it to. This goes for any kind of cc, and I get that feeling very well - but especially for someone who's only just gettting started it must be discouraging. And we post our works here because we want to reach people! So like... I think it's only natural to pay some attention to the numbers^^

That said, I think the key to growing your writing blog and your follower base is time and luck. I've had this blog since July last year and I'm around 500 followers, and I've had my boy group writing blog @sxcret-garden since September 2020 and I'm at around 2.3k followers there - just to give an example. Still the amount of notes I get differs greatly from group to group and even from idol to idol! As you keep posting stuff, more people will find your blog and you'll gain followers, so I think you just need to be patient here!

Another thing that determines how many people will read your stuff is what groups you write for. There's a difference between girl group writings and boy group writings, and it also depends on the fandoms. In my experience the easiest way to gain many readers is by writing for newer groups with medium to high popularity, because if the group debuted recently, chances are there aren't thaaat many people consistently writing for them yet, so fans will be very much hungry for content haha. Popular groups in general usually get you more readers as well, but I feel like here it depends a lot on what members you write for! Since some are more popular among fans and some less.

Genre is an important factor as well. What I've noticed is that for boy groups, any genre will get you a decent amount of interactions, so long as the group is popular enough. With girl groups, smut seems a lot more popular than for example fluff. Though this as well depends on the fandom and also what gender your reader is! Same sex relationships in fics tend to get less notes than hetero relationships or gn!readers that most people can identify with. Fic length is another thing that can determine how many reads you get - especially in fandoms where tons of fics get posted everyday, long oneshots tend to get way more notes than short drabbles. Reactions are good go-to pieces if you want to get new readers' attention, because they're short and easy to read, and usually include all members of a group, so even people who only read things that include their biases have something to read here!

I feel like this answer is already getting way too long, so I want to get to the point that I think is most important here: Write what's fun to you. Write for yourself. This is the conclusion I have reached for myself, reflecting on the time I've spent on this hellsite as a fic writer. If you only think about how to get popular and how to please your readers, it's easy to find yourself forcing yourself to write things that aren't fun to you. Of course if you enjoy doing requests, then do that! But always keep your own limits in mind^^ I think if you write things that you enjoy, it pays off even when you don't get that many interactions on a piece. Plus, people can tell. If you genuinely enjoy doing something, you're more likely to put in more effort, right? And your readers will notice that^^

There's obviously also other stuff you can do to get a wider reach - paying attention to what tags you use on your works, joining a writing network, and finding mutuals who write as well and who you can count on to reblog your works! Posting teasers of your upcoming works can help as well.

Writing skills obviously play a part in this too, but many readers won't mind if your grammar or spelling isn't perfect, so long as they like what you write. A peek in the tags of the groups you want to write for will also give you some information on how many notes you can expect on average, or what kind of content fans want to see and engage with more! This kind of research can answer your questions better than I can too, because everything I mentioned so far can be very different from group to group^^

Haha, anyway, you've made it to the end of my rambles hahahha I hope this was at least somewhat helpful to you, and I also hope you'll have a lot of fun writing and that you'll have success with gaining readers soon! 💕

#if any of my followers who write have anything to add to this - please feel free!! 💕#answered #ask

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belltrigger · 2 years

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So. I was working on one of the many fic ideas I have when ANOTHER one popped into my head and I started working on that one too (adhd is both a blessing and a curse and I'm tragically uneducated at the moment so I have no other choice but to literally write all my ideas down and work on them as I go) and if you don't mind. I'd like to tempt/tease you with it.

What if Ingo, in an attempt to fight his feelings for Emmet, basically becomes a serial dater? Just constantly dating people left and right, men and women, trying to get over his feelings for his twin to the point that he sorta develops the image/rumor of being a playboy? But Ingo being Ingo, the overly polite sincere and passionate train master that he is, always agrees to date people but makes sure to tell them that he's already in love with someone but that he morally can't love or pursue a relationship with so he's agreeing not exactly because he likes them back but because he's hoping that maybe he'll fall in love with them back and be able to move on and forget or overwrite his love for the other person. It never works of course. His, MANY, exes and anyone who's walked away from dating him after confessing all end up thinking he's in love with someone who's already married and he's too good a person to break them apart. No one even considers he'd be in love with his own twin. And all his failed relationships make Ingo feel worse about loving Emmet. And Emmet is just over here pining over Ingo but staying away because he KNOWS Ingo loves someone already not even thinking for a second his love might be reciprocated. It kills Emmet on the inside see Ingo so heartbroken after each failed relationship.

That's all the teasing I'll give for now. It's obviously gonna be a hurt/comfort with a healthy serving of pining.

I'll go ahead and somewhat introduce myself. I'll be going primairly by "Guilty" since this ship is sort of my guilty pleasure and I'll most likely be posting some other stories and ideas of some more guilty pleassures of mine though for now it'll primairly be Blankshipping stuff. I'm still not sure if I'll make a side blog to interact with the community but I'll probably start at least signing my anon messages. BTW sorry for the borderline spam I've sent with all my ideas and stuff and thanks for responding to them so kindly! The chronic hanahaki, coma Ingo, speech impediment Emmet, and big argument right before Ingo gets YEETED to Hisui annon messages have all been me. I'm also the one who sent the Mr Forgetable song and that OTHER list of songs(which I've been listening to while writing notes and working on the fics) among some other messages I've sent but can't fully remember. I know its a lot of messages you're just really fun to talk to and I genuinely really like to read your ideas! Nice to officially meet you! I hope to actually start posting stuff on Ao3 soon! My name on there is Guilty_StandPoint

-Guilty

Ingo just putting as much of his everything as he can for each of these random people. There is no discernable type that he "falls for" because they are all approaching him. I imagine he struggles to try and cater to what these people might like, even though his initial thought is always "Oh, Emmet would like if I--" Then, he chastises himself because this is not Emmet, this is someone else who wants him, even though he is in love with his twin.

And then! If he can't make any of these people happy, how could he have ever imagined making Emmet happy was possible? Even after all the dating, he still loves his twin, so it didn't even work... And then Emmet, to the side, wondering what he has to offer that none of those people could.

_(:з)∠)_ oof.

And no worries about all the messages! Knowing that it's one anon makes me feel a little better, honestly! There are some that I haven't gotten to with everything else going on, and I was worrying that many people were waiting for my input!

Nice to meet you officially as well, Guilty! You have a ton of amazing ideas and prompts! I can't wait to read all of your stuff!

#Guilty #No longer Anon asks haha #blankshipping

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moon-ursidae · 2 years

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GAME SESSION 5 RECAP

i’m super sad to say that this might be the last session recap! i want to try to finish the game tonight bc i feel like i’m so close to the ending. idk what i’m gonna do with my life afterwards haha

i plan on writing a big post about my experience playing this game as a whole, and other thoughts i had other than me just writing down gibberish as i play lmao. i just love this game to fucking bits.

as per usual, spoilers for both games and the hbo series below!!

i genuinely am scared to finish this game bc it’s been the only thing that’s kept me going this week before the semester 😳

hours played: 3-4ish?

ALRIGHTY FOLKS! SHOWTIME!

alright so we’re at the section called highway exit

starting off in the stairwell directly after joel asked ellie if she really wanted to go through with this

“well i ain’t leavin without ya. let’s go wrap this up.” ALREADY STARTING OFF WITH A BANG HUH?

i love them.

this poor dude died on the shitter

elvis?? HAHA SORRY

“i’m sorry joel.” “that’s okay ellie.” 😭😭 AHH

i genuinely could not imagine losing your daughter like that, then having to move on so fast for your own survival. fucking insane.

and the piano in the back? so beautiful

SHE TOOK THE PICTURE OF SARAH AND JOEL😭😭

“well, no matter how hard you try, i guess you can’t escape from your past. thank you” AFTER HE TOOK A DEEP BREATH😭😭😭

oh my god that is very much a bloater

THERE ARE SO MANY?? WHY??

that had me C L E N C H I N G

“that’s something you can do when we’re done.” “what?” “teach me how to swim” “you got it.” go away i’m emotionally unstable

oh god it’s the hospital

every time they tell each other to be careful, specifically ellie telling joel to be careful and he ALWAYS reassures her. like just now i’m ferrying her across on the palette and she said “be careful” and joel responded “i gotcha” UGH my heart strings dude. they’re being tugged

joel pulling a nathan drake w the ladder breaking lmao

i’m amazed i figured out how to get across that fast

oh damn these are some rapids

i have an inkling something is going to give way and joel or ellie is going to be swept away by the current

“you’re gonna catch me?” “i got you” 😭😭

“see? you didn’t even need me” I’M GONNA CRY HE’S SUCH A DAAAAD

WHAT DID I FUCKING SAY DUDE

OH MY GOD ELLIE NOO

HER JUST FLOATING STOP IT

OH MY GOD

HE’S AT GUNPOINT BUT STILL GIVING CPR OH MY GOD😭

“c’mon ellie” DESPERATELY GIVING CPR

NOOOOO FUCK THAT GUY FUCK YOU ASSHOLE YOU’RE A PIECE OF SHIT

MARLENE!

“and ellie?” SUCH. A. DAD.

“it was her. she fought like hell to get here.” crying in da club

“maybe it was meant to be” yes that they bonded and became father and daughter. was absolutely meant to be i agree.

”take me to her.” “you don’t have to worry about her anymore. we’ll take ca-“ “i worry. just let me see her please.”😭😭😭😭

they’re so hopeful for a vaccine no matter what and he’s just so worried about ellie🥺

“find someone else” JOEL ANGY

aye! lay off my man here bro

yoooo i didn’t know marlene knew her that long!

“then why are you letting this happen?” the desperation and anger in his voice :(

“if he tries anything, shoot him.” marlene all due respect but i feel as though joel is the one that will be doing the shooting

THE WAY JOEL LOOKED BACK AT HIM AFTER HE WAS SHOVED 🫢

this dude is so fucked

BRO DO NOT F U C K WITH JOEL OH MY GOD

“i don’t have time for this” GODDAMN

this shit is so intense my hands are SWEATING and i only just cleared the first area of fireflies

the west wing? but i was taught by beauty and the beast to never go there! lmao

that guy coming out of the door scared the shit outta me

OOF this surgeon’s recording about ellie’s immunity and that it’s huge for the better of mankind

wait that would be abby’s dad then right??

damn. marlene’s recording. fucking crazy. i couldn’t imagine being joel though and getting confirmation that they HAVE to kill ellie to make a vaccine.

so in game, it’s april 28th. gotcha. noted

marlene talking about how they radioed in that they spotted an old man and a young girl 💀 joel’s not that old guys c’mon

“yea that’s it. i’m comin’ ellie.”😭😭😭

marlene’s voice recordings :(

she won’t kill joel bc he understands how difficult the choice is

and he’s kept her safe from boston to fucking utah. across the damn country

OH MY GOD THE SURGEON TEAM’S SHADOWS IN THE FUCKING WINDOW

jesus fuck bro

“sweet jesus.”

GUYS LOOK IT’S ABBY’S DAD

one choice and the second game would go SO differently dude.

god seeing ellie on the table hurts my soul

i’m hesitating shooting them dude holy fuck

i shot 2 of them i feel horrible i left the woman i feel horrible oh my god oh my god oh my god

i feel so fucking bad right now i feel so GUILTY

“come on babygirl” 😭😭😭

THE WAY THIS IS SO FULL CIRCLE

I KNOW JOEL IS HAVING FLASHBACKS RN I FEEL HORRIBLE

RUNNING FROM PEOPLE IN GEAR SHOOTING AT HIM WHILE CARRYING HIS DAUGHTER😭😭😭😭😭😭

this music dude. i’m gonna fucking cry.

joel keeps saying that he’s gonna get her out🥺

the way it just fucking cuts to the pov of him driving. insane.

“turn out there’s a bunch more like you ellie. people that’re immune. dozens actually.”

the way he stuttered after the shot of him shooting marlene AH

i kind of hate the way that he’s lying to her, but i understand. we see how it affects them once she learns the truth about what happened.

“i’m takin’ us home” 🥺🥺

“i’m sorry.” HE’S APOLOGIZING FOR SO MUCH THAT SHE ISN’T AWARE OF RIGHT NOW AND THAT UUUGH

i am indeed crying

“you’ll just come after her.” BRO. JOEL.

i fuckin- need a MINUTE bro

another outfit change slay sorry i felt like that was a big switch up from what just happened haha

oooooh i’m playing as ellie? this is weird

“sarah and i used to take hikes like this. i think the two of you would’ve been good friends.” 😭😭😭😭😭😭

ELLIE AGREEING🥹😭😭

jackson!

the fucking music is making me emotional

“i struggled for a long time. surviving.” AND THEN RUBBING HIS WATCH I’M FUCKIN- I CANNOT DO THIS

THEM OPENING UP TO EACH OTHER😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

“swear to me. swear to me that everything you said about the fireflies is true.” UH OH.

“i swear.” i-

THE SHOT! THE FAMOUS ELLIE SHOT! AH!

“okay.”

CREDITS?

i- wh-

i’m just kinda sitting here frozen bc i don’t know what to do now

my life is so different now

there was a version of me before playing this game and now i’m here and do not know what to do

it’s bittersweet. i feel like a tightness in my chest bc i’m sad but a happiness as well bc this game was amazing.

chills. goosebumps all over my body.

i cannot believe this is over.

great i’m C R Y I N G now lmao

THE LAST OF US THEME PLAYING NOW YYYEEEAAAAAAAA

HER KNIFE IN THE WINDOW STOP. OH MY GOD.

i have so many things to say, so i’ll do a seperate post on that like i mentioned earlier.

all in all, jesus fucking christ.

#the last of us #the last of us spoilers #tlou #tlou spoilers #joel miller #ellie williams #joel and ellie #mads plays the last of us!🌿#joel miller🌿

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itwoodbeprefect · 1 year

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hellooooo 🎢 🤩 🍦and. bc i saw your last answered one and i'm being mean. ✨

shaking my fist. devilish!

🎢 Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?

for me, or for my readers? for me, oof, probably one of the longer things. i’ve been sending you updates about the starsky watches westerns fic, which i’m in the throes of now, but Coming Up Aces was also a Whole Thing last year (or actually in 2021, mostly), because it just would! not! be finished!

also. i think Rare and never simple deserves a weird little shoutout for being a birthday fic that i finished three months late, largely because it’s one of the longest things i’ve ever posted to ao3 even though it’s for a fandom i’m not in and a ship i have no particular feelings about one way or the other, while it’s somehow also one of the only fics i’ve ever written that keeps getting “oh i cried” as a response.

for my readers... well, depends on your mileage, of course, but it’s probably the jesus christ superstar fic that never made it to ao3. a significant percentage of comments for that one included an understandable “what the hell i thought this would be crack” sentiment.

🤩 Who is your favorite character to write?

overall, i think maybe john sheppard (of stargate atlantis fame)? he’s repressed in all kinds of ways, he’s queer in even more, people somehow think he’s cool but right under the surface he’s a huge dorky nerd, women keep throwing themselves at him and he keeps going “???” at it, he’s the hero of the story but he’s a giant slacker, he’s got a huge martyr streak but he does (probably) want to live, he loves his people so so much but he Cannot Show It, he chose the biggest asshole self-involved socially awkward supergenius as his best friend who he’s maybe pining for endlessly, and oh, the weird mix of pride and pressures that come with being responsible for the safety of others in an environment where you’re never going to be able to keep them safe - just so much interesting stuff. but most of all, joe flanigan’s face does many weird things at all times, and it’s never not fun trying to come up with ways to put that into words.

🍦 What’s the sweetest fic you’ve created so far?

huh. genuinely a difficult question! i’ve definitely written some stuff that in hindsight i think might... verge on being too sweet? but for pure sugar that i think still works, it’s probably something like In my dreams I have a plan (If I got me a wealthy man) or Get A Room, or: Three times Magnus and Alec were gratuitously in love and obliviously domestic about it or Flowers for no reason but you missed me. (respectively h50, shadowhunters and starsky&hutch). or. any of at least a dozen other little fics.

✨ Give you and your writing a compliment. Go on now. You know you deserve it. 😉

you know, after i answered this the first two times it occured to me that i could have just gone "i did this one, here's a link!" but by then i'd already set a precedent and now i have to keep going, so: i'm good at writing short fic! 1-3k is a particular sweet spot where i think i have enough room to say something (even if it's just something silly) but it's still very bite-sized, and over the years i've grown pretty good at both beginning and ending stuff that short while still leveraging it into having some sort of meaning in between.

send me emojis (if you want)! 🌈

#thank you for playing!! 🎉#ask #*

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