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little-pup-pip · 20 days
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Could I request a Celestia and Luna (mlp g4) moodboard? Fem leaning and deco paci please. Thank you! ^^
Sure!!
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teddybearty · 11 months
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Sooooo Amanda is pretty cool right???
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wordstome · 3 months
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⋆⁺₊⋆☾⋆⁺₊⋆this message is just an excuse to share 10 random headcanons of your fav ⋆⁺₊⋆☾⋆⁺₊⋆
For König, of course :3
He's left handed, but was forced to learn how to do things with his right, so he's ambidextrous
He doesn't like the texture of wet lettuce. If the lettuce isn't bone dry he won't eat it. For this reason, he doesn't eat salads
He doesn't like artificial strawberry flavor, but he loves artificial banana flavor
He goes through guitar picks like nobody's business. Why can't he just be a little gentler? Who knows!
He has a mole on the left side of his forehead (his right) near the hairline that is usually covered by his hair. When his hair is buzzed it's incredibly obvious
He was one of those babies who came out with incredibly light blond hair, and then it darkened as he grew up. It's more of a dirty blond as an adult, but it does get bleached by the sun
He eats his steaks extremely rare. As rare as he can get them. It's not a "durr burr manly men eat bloody meat" thing like you'd think with the rest of his personality, but because when he was little he [König has advised me not to finish this sentence]
He has a ball tongue piercing. He used to have snakebites, but they closed up when he went to the military
He has very veiny hands
He has a great sense of the placement of his body, if that makes sense. He would make a good dancer
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ladytauria · 4 months
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👀👀 meeting in the ER with damitim pls?
thank you!!
this is more urgent care than ER---actually, i'm picturing this happening at Leslie's clinic?---but. still on theme xD it's also heavily inspired by this post, bc... it's just so damian, you know?
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“So… you said a cat did this?”
“Ah… yes.” Damian is distracted—not by the distant tug of a needle, in and out of his skin, but rather by the man doing the stitching.
He would not call him the most beautiful man he’s ever seen, but the man is certainly… attractive, with his sharp cheekbones and aquiline nose. Most striking is the pale, ice blue of his eyes; made even more so by the dark circles under his eyes.
Damian can relate.
“It was a kitten, actually,” he admits, somewhat reluctantly. 
That gets those eyes on him, the needle stilling. The nurse’s brows raise. “A kitten?”
“She was very fierce.” Normally he keeps gloves in his car for such an occasion, but he had taken them out to wash them, and— Well. Of course he ended up finding the kitten before he got them back into his car.
"I see," the nurse says, a smile tugging at his mouth. "I wonder if I'll be stitching up the next poor person to find her, too."
Damian sniffs. "Hardly," he says. "She's in my car." His emergency kennel, luckily, had still been there. He hated to leave the poor creature out there—on the way over, he had contemplated calling Richard or Todd to pick her up for him. However, neither of them was likely to listen to his instructions to leave her alone. Richard because he would believe he could befriend her, and Todd because he would underestimate the severity.
Pity Cassandra was out of town.
Pity Jon lived two hours away.
“Huh.” The nurse goes back to stitching. “You didn’t let go?” He sounds vaguely impressed. Damian cannot help the way he puffs up with pride.
“Of course not,” he says. “I would hardly leave the poor thing out there to suffer. Fierce or not, Gotham’s streets are no place for a kitten.”
The curve of the man’s mouth turns—soft, almost. It is reminiscent of a look he often sees from Richard, though it incites a different feeling in him entirely. He feels… warm. His fingertips tingle.
“Of course not,” the man echoes, softly. “Do you do that a lot? Rescue kittens, I mean.”
“At nearly one in the morning? No, not typically,” Damian says. “However, I volunteer at an animal shelter, and I am enrolled in the veterinary program at Gotham University. I find myself rescuing many animals.” He also had, vaguely, considered the notion of stitching himself up. It was only the knowledge of Richard and Pennyworth’s disappointed faces that had sent him to the clinic, instead.
“Huh,” the man says, thoughtfully. “So what happens to the kitten now?”
“She is young enough it should be fairly easy to socialize her,” Damian says. “Once she is used to people, I suppose I will look into finding her a home.” He would keep her himself, but— He has reached his limit on the amount of animals he can realistically take care of. His younger self would scoff at this, but part of adulthood was learning his limits. A dog, two cats, a snake, and several fostered kittens were certainly his.
The nurse hums, snipping the thread. He lingers at Damian’s side. “You know… I always wanted a cat. Do you… think I could call you, sometime? Maybe arrange a visit?”
Damian’s pulse quickens. “I—yes. I would be, ah. Amenable to that.”
The nurse smiles. The brightness of it steals the breath from Damian’s lungs. “Cool,” he says. “Hold on just a second.”
The nurse disposes of the needle and washes his hands before snagging one of the brochures from the countertop, by the sink. He withdraws a pen from his pocket and writes, quickly.
When he passes it to Damian, he winks. “You should be good to go now, Mr. Wayne.”
“Thank you,” Damian says, sliding off the exam table. As he walks out the door, he glances down at the paper. On it is a phone number, which Damian memorizes automatically, signed—
Tim Drake. Call me :)
Next to words is a doodle of a cat, wearing what is likely a nurse’s cap.
Damian is impossibly, terribly charmed.
[ send me an au if u like~ ]
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floatinghanmi · 10 months
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tried my hand at coloring with this dami!! (art by simone di meo)
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jfleamont · 5 months
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Hello! For the Beatles prompts… “Treat me like you did the night before” for Jily, please? 👀
Aaah thank you! This one could get spicy 👀
The common room was packed, filled to the brim with students celebrating the beginning of the Christmas break; the train was set to leave the following morning, and everyone was busy saying goodbye.
Most of the Seventh Years had opted for staying, and James was one of them. It took him a solid minute to find Lily among the crowd: she was in the middle of a conversation with a young boy, no older than thirteen.
“Evans? Can I steal you for a second? I just wanted to run some ideas by you.”
Lily, of course, had seen him approach; she turned to him slowly, almost as if she was annoyed by the interruption.
But he knew she wasn't.
“It's about Head stuff,” he added, smiling apologetically at the young boy.
“Conor, do you mind if we talk later?”
“Sure, don't worry! I'll try your method and I'll let you know,” he replied and waved them goodbye.
James stepped closer to her, unable to keep his distance. They were in public, but no one was paying them any attention. He could get away with it.
“What method?” he asked nonchalantly.
Lily shrugged. “He had some questions about Potions, I helped him out. Now, what did you want to talk about? Head stuff, you say?”
The smile that was tugging at her lips was driving him crazy.
“You know I didn't mean it that way.”
She tilted her head, feigning confusion. “Oh, do I?”
You'd think that someone who wanted to keep things secret would try to be more subtle.
James cleared his throat and looked around the room, not because he was afraid of getting caught, but because her eyes alone were doing things to him. “Can we go somewhere else?”
“You can tell me here.”
He raised an eyebrow as if to say really?, but she merely smiled.
“Alright. You're leaving tomorrow, right?”
She nodded.
“And do you remember the last match?”
Lily's eyes widened, and she was instantly aware of what he was asking her. “You were very nervous,” she murmured, “at least at first.”
“Yeah, turns out that a good night's sleep does wonders,” he replied, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, “along with some other things.”
Lily visibly shuddered. “Oh?”
“I want you to treat me like you did the night before.”
She grabbed his wrist, squeezing it gently. The wicked smile on her face was the sexiest thing he'd ever seen.
He couldn't believe his luck.
“Well, I am leaving tomorrow. Would be a shame not to say goodbye properly.”
James smiled triumphantly. “A right shame.”
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vexick · 8 months
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Messing around with some tools and some color palettes i got from (@/color-palletes)
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ofmermaidstories · 3 months
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Hi ofmermaidstories! This my first time sending ask but I am dying to know……..do you associate any colors with your stories? If so, what colors? Thx, ily
hi there anon!! welcome by. 🌷🎐🪟 you know—i think this is the first time someone’s asked me that??? another person last year shared like—what colours they saw the Readers being represented by (i’m trying to find the post and can’t 😭) but specifically fic? 🧐 i think you’re the first!!! HMMM. ok i have to admit that the only colours that immediately come to me are for surrender and something—
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surrender is pale pink (like roses in a bucket) and gold (like sunlight through yellow gingko leaves), and something is dark green (izuku’s hero costume in the city night) and bright orange red (like tanabata streamers or festival goldfish).
does this answer your question a little???? i think if i had to immediately name colours for the other fics, it’d be like—white, like sun-warmed marble for the sun god’s bride, and sparkling blue and green for the widening sky. umm… on my way would be lavender, like the last stretch of twilight. 🎨
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relocatedheads · 1 year
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for you my sweet love, I hope I did your idea justice!! ->
@yungadltfrictn​
Summary: the trio go on a deal and ends with some hurt / comfort Pairing: Steddie X Reader - poly relationship  Trigger Warning: panic attack / misogyny  Content Warning: previous high explanations / insecure reader / Steve gets a little assertive physically / Eddie is short tempered (kinda)
My master list :D
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“I don't know,” you whined, exacerbated from the constant failed attempts at finding a new jacket. “Do yous think this is too long?” You turned from the mirror to look towards Eddie and Steve. One paying the correct amount of attention and the other distracted by the small trinkets dotted about the charity shop.
“No, I think it’s short enough.” Steve had walked over to pinch and pull about the jacket, “Suits your jeans.” His comment was matched with a little kiss to the top of your head. “You should get it.”
You looked around in the mirror to try find the infamous set of frizzy curls, “Eddie, where have you gone?” You couldn’t help the laugh, knowing the boy all too well.
He reappeared with a jacket of his own in hand, holding it up by the shoulders, jingling it “Look how metal this is!” If a jacket could’ve been described as Eddie Munson, it was this one. But the boy stopped in his tracks once his brain caught up, “Tell me you’re getting that?” His face was a bashful smile.
“I don’t know..” You’d tuned back to the mirror, moving around trying to settle your brain.
“Sweetheart, Babe, Love of my life, how can you not be sure?” Steve laughed at the boys dramatic nature. “Its amazing, and with the jeans! You gotta!”
“Steve said the same thing!” 
“So it’s a yes?” Steve was smirking at you, rested upon a structure.
Shrugging it off, you smiled coyly hopping off to the till. Eddie and Steve found themselves bemused by your giddy nature, like always.
Opening the door, Eddie glanced at his watch haphazardly “Oh shit, hurry your asses, I have business to attend.” Walking out under his arm, you and Steve cross your brows at him, he makes a smoking gesture towards you both.
“I aint done one of them in ages, lemme join.” Steve replied, wrapping you under his arm as you all walked to Eddies van.
“A smoke or a deal?” 
“Both.” Your head and eyes just followed between the two as you all go in and set off.
“Get your own hobby, man.” Eddie groaned, eyes rolling around the road looking for the right turn.
You both laughed at his blatant pouting, “Don’t be so selfish, Munson.”
The ride remained light as always, music on lower than Eds preferred, but only to hear yours and Steves conversations: pointing out people you knew - which ended in a mini bitch fest. 
Eddie pulled up to a lay-by unexpectedly. His motions of turning the engine off, getting his box from the foot well and getting out was so fluid the two of you didn’t seem to register. He opened Steves door and delivered rather cockily “You coming then?” 
The walk to Eddies place of shop was wordless to start with: Eddie leading a head, Steves hand in yours - which you swayed childishly, causing a little game filled with small shoves, tugs and giggles to form between you. 
All the metal head could hear was gasps, laughs, shrieks of Steves name, belly laughs from the as fore mentioned and an unnecessary amount of leafs crunching. But he also could feel his heart swelling at his two loves being so enticed by each other. If anyone had told Eddie he’d life would resolve with a prick ex jock turned gentleman and a forever sweetheart by 20, he would’ve swore blind you’d had the wrong Eddie. 
When turned to face his loves, he was met with the two of them linked by both arms, you practically being dragged by Steve from leaning over into his personal bubble, Steve had a hand on her cheek taping it. As they noticed him looking, they both blushed and stopped instantly, sending him 2 beautiful dandy smiles. 
“Okay,” He broke the ice, walking backwards, “I want: no funny business; no words; no sweet talking” He pointedly looked at Steve “And no handiness.” That same looking being directed over to you. Both of you nodded, he continued “I got a reputation to fill,” Eddie spun back around, holding a pointed finger in the air, as the tow of you caught up to him, “Cannot have my people think I’m soft.”
You laughed at his clearly sappy nature, bumping him slightly. Steve shook his head, “Eddie, when you used to sell to me, you opened a conversation without telling me how you used to choke on the smoke...”
“I was just a boy, Harrington.”
“Eddie it was 2 years ago!” 
He slung an arm over both of your shoulders, pulling you both into him, leaning into Steves personal space, “And look where you are now? Two of you is enough, I cannot handle a third partner.”
“Ow, I really wanted a girlfriend.” You joked from under them both. Steve rolled out a chuckle and Eddie knocked his head into yours, planted a little kiss to your hair. 
The rest of the walk was simply and sweet. It weren't too long until the clearing came into sight and he let go of your both. You could see the Eddie, the freak, Munson persona being draped on as he strutted up a head. 
“Better late than ever, Munson.” A deep voice bellowed.
“Time is relative.” There it was... his professional voice. Eddie had a talent of dipping and twisting his voice base on the person / environment he was facing. Any time it was brung up, he never seemed to notice he did it, but you and Steve could guarantee your butterflies were set off and your knee buckled every time. He matched the new louder, deeper voice with a cocky dramatic action of looking at his watch “And i’m just on time.”
“Harrington? y/n?” Great. Of course Eddie decided to bring you both to a deal with one of the Jocks. You smile, Steve salutes. “Didnt know you did group deals munson.”
“Nah, just training new staff.” The 4 of you took refuge at the picnic table. Eddie delivered his comment while shrugging off his jacket, lumping it onto the table. 
“Didn’t know a goodie two shoes like you did this sort of stuff.” The jock spoke as you all sat: you next to Eddie, and Steve opposite, next to the jock.
You pull a straight smile at the boy and shrugged. Both boys locking eyes, sharing a stare then glaring at the jock.
“We’re all full of secrets, aren't we?” Steve butted in, the threat coming from his protective side - tone lowered and sharp.
“$40 for a half” Eddie breaks the silence almost unaware of the comment, he’s slightly muffled behind the tin of his box, hand fishing around for the right baggy.
“Bit steep, Munson?”
“I dont like you.” He says beautifully bluntly face still in the box, you tried but couldn’t help the little laugh that slipped. The metal head had an awfully good skill at being honest. His tone was still professional. “But” He looked up batting his eyes, “Flattery works great on me.”He tilts his head up, holding his head up by one hand, twirling his hair with the other, face set in a cockily open mouth smile.
The jock gave him a disgusted glare, “Does that pretty little thing come with it?” He tilted his head over to you.
For the most part, you were sat minding your own business - not looking (the scenery seemed to grab your attention best) but still listening - feet locked in Steves, you absentmindedly fiddled with your hands. At the sound of the statement your eyes widened in shock and disgust - oh to be able to say things like that without any remorse.
“Watch it.” Eddie snaps.
“C’mon I bet you’re right fun high.” the athlete completely ignored Eddie, you cocked an interested ‘please do tell more’ expression out of instinct. “Bet you’re a right devil.” Eddie closes his case, the slight bang due the jock back him, “There ain’t no way in hell, a pretty quiet good girl like y/n isn't just as a bad any other girl in this town when she’s on shit.” 
Your brain starts looping. You knew you, Eddie and Steve had eye rolled and laughed at drunk teen girls at parties, often overly reenacted their movements with each other. You guys were renowned for cringing at them. The comment hit you right in the wrong place. Were you actually like them girls when high? Were you an embarrassing handful for your boys? Did you get too loud you made everyone too aware of your existence?
You didn't know why the comment laid to thickly in your brain, but it did. You squinted your brows as you skipped through every high / drunk memory you had of yourself. Steve saw you mentally dip out slightly. He broke his star at you and fixated on the teen next to him, “For a man that just had to tell Eddie he has nice hair to get half off, you’re doing quite a bad job at cheapening the deal.”
“I'd rather go see someone else than ever compliment him.” It was a scoff, but the boy of question rebounded with his usual ease.
“I see the way you look at me.” He winked, mood shifting as he picked uptake bag and waved it, spare hand rubbing your thigh, “But, you’re still here.”
“$30 and a kiss from little sweets over there.” Eddie couldn't stop the laugh from the jocks confidence. You were still  mindlessly playing with your hands on the table. With the mental knowledge of someone talking to you, you looked up with your normal small smile. And just as men typically were, he took your politeness for flirting. He winked at you “Always wondered if quiet girls were really the biggest-”
Eddie practically booted the kids shins under the table, and with his typical devilish smile ,he spoke sternly “$40, half, take it or leave it.” 
“A whole ounce.”
“70.”
“Thats fucking ridiculous-”
“You’re still sat down.” Steve butted in, grabbing everyone attention. His tone matched his patience: growing short. The whole time, Steve’s feet were still knitted in yours and Eddie’s thumb still rubbing your thigh. 
Eddie began waving the bag again. “My time is running out. Are you buying or not?”
“Thought time was fake- or whatever bullshit you said.”
You pitted the boys attempt to be smart. “Relative.” with a straight face, you corrected him, nocking your feet into Steves, and hand going Eddies on your tight. 
“She speaks.” His tone is condescending as he stretched forward and put the $70 in your hands “And it’s cute too.”
But just as his hands reached yours, Steve was quick to stand too. He pulled the buyer back down into his seat with a rough hand to the back of his jacket. But the money and sentence already in the air.
You propped your hand up, the money between your fingers. Eddie grabbed it, tossing the bag to the jock in one swift movement. “Don’t need to tell you how to roll, do I?” It was tongue in cheek, but that was the Munson humour. 
“Fuck off, Munson.” 
Eddie laughed and waved a bashful goodbye - batting his eyes again. “Bye baby! See you next week!”
The jocks turns back around to lunge at the metalhead. But Steve is up again in no time, hand on his chest - a pointed stare and cocked brow follow. The jock huffed at his match. Steve learnt he could do more with looks then he could his words.
The three of you back sitting, the air is a little tense. Both boys knew how you could get with unsolicited opinions. After a beat, “Ew men.” You announced, along with a short stiff laugh and pretend shudder. The boys met you with a joint head shake as they looked at you knowingly. “You two ready to go, or do I need to endure that again?” There was a tone to your voice that they know all too well - a faint wobble sitting under it.
“Y/n..” Steve was quiet, voice laced in care, his hands grazed yours as you stood.
“C’mon” You’re over compensating for a familiar feeling you tell is bubbling. “I've got a date with 2 studs, a sofa and a rom com. and I do not intend to be late.” You’d hoisted yourself up and out of the bench, walking back into the forest, arms and hands emphasising and filling in the gaps your tone failed to deliver.
On the walk back to the van, Eddie had an arm over you, rubbing your arm. Steve stayed behind you both, just looking. Eddie was rambling something quiet to you but Steve could only hear your brain ticking over.
With the 3 of you in the van, you fell into a comfortable silence. You could feel your breathing was more pointed. You’d desperately tried to stop your knees jumping slightly. But that alone confirmed to Steve you weren't relaxed. 
He looked over to you, only seeing the side of your face: tense brows, rolled in lips, eyes dotting between the outside structures, pupils focused on your inner monologue. Oh what he’s pay to wipe the look of your face. You card a hand through your hair, tugging it a little.
Steve knew he was right when your breath got heavier. “Heyyy” it was a quiet, loving sigh. At the lack of active knowledgement, you were pulled into his chest, the comfort of Steve let you drop. You wrap an arm around his shoulder, it was uncomfortable but it never couldn't distracted you enough from the sobs that fell. Loud, breathless weeping. It sounds painful, like you've experienced heartbreak, murder, everything awful. 
The sound made Eddie zone back in, the sight of you clinging to one of your boyfriends, face lost in his neck, his hands rubbing your back wasn't exactly what he wanted to see. “Wow, hey hey hey” Steve tried reassuring, Eddie put his hand is on your thigh - doing what he can. 
you just wept. Steve felt you getting hot, felt you shake, felt you tense. The sobs were mixed with gasps. ones that aren't refilling your lungs. At the sound of that, Ed opened his window the full way, pulling over on a random street. hand now on your back, “Can you look at me, bunny?” His voice wasn't big and loud.
You shook your head, but moved so you werere in-between your legs, hunched over. Eddie and Steve share a look. Oh no. --- I know. Abruptly, Ed got out, made his way to Steves side, and opened the door to lean over him and put a hand on your shoulder blades, “C’mon, let’s get some air.” Your reply was harder, heavier, louder sobs. They were akin to like muffled screams at this point.
“Hey, baby, no, c’mon.” Steve’s hand was the back of Eddies, adding a small amount of pressure to try ground you. “C’mon, listen to Ed.” The two of them sat patiently listening to your wailing, frowned upon their feature as they watched you, waiting for something to change. 
You sat up, elbows on your knees, face in your hands. The sobs were no longer screams but hearty nonetheless. “That’s it,” It was a huff but more a loving one than an angry one, the Ex Jock leaned in to undo your seat belt, moving your arms around so your untangled form it. “You gotta come stand outside.”
When you shake your head, sobbing more, Steve’s heart broke. Having you in tears over the voices in your head wasn’t a new experience for them both. They were verteraines for your sobs and panic attacks. But they’d vow no matter how often exposed, it never got easier.
Pulling you into his chest, he began stroking through your hair, “Oh baby.” Though talking to you, he was looking at and talking at Eddie. The others face was breaking, he had a sad expression. 
Steve’s expression the same, he tried again “Please try for us. C’mon we’ll get up together.” You give in and struggle out. Thankful for his chivalry, Eddie natural holds his arms out to guide you both.
They both big guys. Steve, you would say was wide - dense maybe. At no point was a bone felt on him and he was a force to be wrecked with. Eddie. He was on a league of his own. Someone you expect to be a stick ,was just big. In all aspects; big bones, big build, big hands. big big big.
There was a noticeable different feel when you got huddled into the latters chest. You were suffocated, lost, buried. His big shoulders huddling over you, protecting you. You knew that as your knees buckled and the sobs wept again, he’d catch you. And that he did.
“Lets take this off, yeah?” In reference to the jacket and your blistering body heat. “You’re a little warm aren't you?” You nodded - almost like a brainless child. He also held your hair up off your neck, blowing air on your forehead. anything to cool and calm you down. The felling was tickling you causing a little laughed to slip.
“Thats it, welcome back.”
When you let go of Eddie your knee wobbled slightly, Steve was there a hand on your back in a flash. There was the familiar embarrassment surrounding you. Looking a the floor, balls of your hands wiping your eye as your groaned, “God that was gross”
“No, talk to us...” Steve was leaning against the van, hands on his hips. Even though his stance was domineering, his tone and facial expression was so full of love you felt nauseous. 
You were airy, out of it and nickered. Looking up at your boys, you airy laughed at your expense. “Jesus.” Eddie smiled at you. You moved to fann out your t-shirt, now a sweaty mess. “It’s so dumb.”
Talking through a smoke, The metalhead started, “Absolutely not. Yaknow what is dumb though?” There was a pause as he took a drag, “Fucker gave me $100! agh gotta love rich bastards!” He closes with a daydreamy laugh, cut off quickly with “No offence, Stevie” 
You laughed at that, Steve eyed his man, “None taken, trailer trash.” Eddie eyed him back before directing the conversation back.
“Wanna talk? Or are we cutting into the two studs and sofa time?” His tone matched Steve’s previous: the love nausea was back.
You laugh again, they were small laughs but laughs nonetheless. “It’s dumb bu-” You began, you’d leant by now that you could say anything and the two would never judge you.
“Nahum” through the fag again, “$100 is dumb. your feelings, not.”
“Anyway” It was dramatically spoken, “My point” Steve moved over to put his arm around you, “It’s weird, the kissing remarks didn’t bother me - i’m used to that stuff. But like, the comments on how I act high-” the boys knew you struggled letting go of control at the best of times. It sunk for them then. “I just started, like, seeing myself from a third person, and get really embarrassed and-” You did a as-you-can-see type gesture
Eddie smiled, “You’re a lot easier to handle high than him.” He pointed at Steve. You both squinted at him, he explained, pointing his cigarette between you both ”Have you ever had to drag a pure bred Harrington up a hill at 3 am when he’s smoked his body weight? no? didnt think so? I've lugged lighter bears in my time.” The small story made you both laugh. Munson ad his dramatics.
“Sorry? I don’t recall you being any easier. Darling, he once stood in my kitchen eating soup from a saucepan, while cooking pasta and snacking through my cupboards. All while telling me about how he believes d&d id based off real life - which by the way, didn’t get a single word of.” 
“Oh sorry Mr I'd-rather-go-dancing-nude-outside-then-get-the-munchies-like-a-normal-person.”
“You really put you and normal in the same sentence?”
Their comical bickering had you chuckling into Steves chest.
Eddie threw the fag out, “Sweetheart, you and your little giggle fits are a piece of piss! I’d much rather see you laughing your ass off for a few hours than deal with him.”
“Or, when you sit n talk to your bears-”
“Steve!” You cut him off almost instantly but weren’t quick enough.
You noticed Eddies eyebrows fly into his fringe, “Wo-ho-ho-ho do tell.” He has had stupid playful smirk on.
“You said you wouldn’t tell him!” You grumbled in Steves chest, rolling in it to hopefully get close enough you’d fall inside, but he stood proudly above you, laughing.
“Nah-ah-a don’t do that to me, sweetheart.” Eddie pulled your out and twirling you around, “You’re so cute, youre gonna kill me.” The compliment fell like Ana after thought, as thought it slipped out from his accidentally. You blushed nonetheless, “Did they have anything juicy to share?”
“shut up-” Embarrassed, you shoved him off you. Eddie’s warm laughter grew; he pulled you back in for a quick kiss. 
“You feeling better?” The mood serious again, you just grumbled into his chest “Don’t like it when you cry.”
“im sorry.” There was a flat smile as you looked up to Eddie.
“Absolutely not.” You both turn at the sound of Steve. Who was stood with his hands on his hips again, “You’ve got nothing to apologise for. Ain’t your fault, ain’t anyones.” He looked over at Eddie there, knowing that mans brain better than him sometimes. “And apparently you’ve got a date or something to get it?” You giggle, snuggling into Eddie more. 
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ghost-proofbaby · 1 year
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Congratulations on 1k!!! I neeeeed lavendar haze with your thoughts of Eddie as a cat dad!!!!
thank you!! <3 and oh my gosh, this is such an adorable thought i might melt. please bare with me, though, as this is my first time ever doing a headcanon of sorts <3
1k celebration - come party with me!
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first of all, eddie is 100% a cat person over a dog person. i'm sorry, i don't make the rules.
he likes their energy, and he respects the way that they don't constantly invade your space like a dog does (although he does love to pet the occasional puppy like the rest of us)
when he first becomes a cat dad, it is completely by accident
it's storming outside when he hears the meows at first, barely audible over the thunder
when his curiosity finally gets the best of him, he opens the trailer's front door to a small calico cat, fur drenched and all skin and bones (and fur)
he isn't even given a moment to make a decision on whether or not to let her in; she strolls right up to him, rubbing her wet fur all over his pajama pants before slinking right past him into the trailer
wayne isn't home yet and eddie starts shitting bricks at the thought of what his uncle will say
but then he gets the cat dry and her fur is so soft
and when he sits on the couch, she wastes no time hopping up onto his lap and curling up comfortably. she's been purring since the moment she weasled her way into the trailer
he indulges, and by the time wayne gets home, he's already named her and decided to keep her
her name is stormy, based on the weather and the dominant grey in her fur pattern
wayne tries to fight it but ends up losing once the cat also starts to love on him. he's a goner. after a long lecture on responsibility, the munsons decide to formally welcome a third member into their household.
eddie has to learn what a lint roller is because her fur immediately gets all over his dark clothing
he becomes one of the people that just accepts that he has his pet all over him
they also have to start vacuuming and dusting more often or else they both start sneezing
stormy becomes a full blown lap cat, always waiting patiently for one of the munson men to settle down for her to immediately curl into their laps as they relax after long days
eddie finds out from a book from the library that petting cats actually has been scientifically proven to relieve stress and wayne never hears the end of it
she's great, and lovable, and even when eddie wakes up to a face full of fur, he doesn't regret opening the door that night
it doesn't stop with stormy, though
when the month of october rolls around and stormy munson has been around for well over a year, eddie notices a black stray cat hanging around the trailer park
which is fine, except it's a black cat. and it's halloween. and last week, he saw a similar black cat get deliberately hit by one of the jocks who screamed out their window something about "bad luck"
he also hears one of the old ladies talking about the way black cats get 'sacrificed' around this time of year. how people will go out of their way to hurt them. it's terrible, and it has eddie giving extra head scratches to the unnamed black cat whenever he goes outside to smoke
when he eventually brings it up to wayne, all the old man says as he strokes stormy in his lap is 'we're not taking in another stray, boy. drop it.'
but at this point, eddie has already named the cat, and even bought a goddamn collar that matches stormy's. name tag and everything. ozzy. ozzy munson was the cat's name, eddie had decided.
the night he brings in ozzy, he expects wayne to be at work already.
he isn't.
he immediately throws a spare slipper at eddie and yells for him to 'take that cat back outside!', but in surprise, eddie drops ozzy to the floor of their trailer
stormy is there in an instant, and both men are waiting in suspense to see if they'll like each other. when stormy suddenly begins to lick and groom the other cat, wayne lets out a terribly long sigh.
safe to say, ozzy is the fourth member of the trailer.
eddie spoils them, using what money he has to spare on toys and treats and even a giant cat tree he manages to fit into his room because 'they like to feel tall, wayne!'
while stormy always liked to sleep by eddie's face, ozzy prefers the end of the bed
he's a menace every time eddie shifts his feet below the covers and immediately attacks them. the first few times it was cute. it stops being cute when one of his bites on eddie's toes finally brings blood. he nearly kicks the cat across the room on instinct before he remembers it's ozzy, his sweet, menacing, terrible, playful ozzy.
for a while, eddie refers to ozzy as a boy. but eventually, him and wayne decide to save up enough to take them to the vet, make sure they have their shots (especially since ozzy is growing into a biter when he gets too playful) and such
he gets a look from the receptionist for taking in a female stray and a male stray, and lectures eddie on how he should have immediately brought them in for spay and neuter
as it turns out, though, there was never any need - ozzy is a girl.
wayne jokes that they'll have to change her name now, but eddie just shakes his head
"ozzy is still a badass name for a girl, old man"
ozzy and stormy are confirmed to be up to date with their shots, and after paying a painfully large vet bill for what felt like just a whole lot of nothing, the munson men get to take their girls back home.
when they pull up to the trailer park, eddie spots another stray wondering, and wayne immediately turns to him
"do not get any ideas, boy. two is plenty."
by the next week, eddie has already named the large tabby garfield. matching collar and all.
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sharowolet · 1 year
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a family!!!
[ ID: Digital drawing of Xiao Xingchen, A-Qing, and Song Lan. There is one main image with all 3 of them together stacked vertically (Song Lan, A-Qing, then Xiao Xingchen) and separate images of each character by themselves. Xiao Xingchen is facing the right with his back towards the viewer. His whisk is in his left hand, and his sword is in his right hand; they are both held such that the hair of the whisk and the blade of the sword are dragging behind him. His sleeves have white flower and cloud patterns. A-Qing is in mid jump and holding her bamboo staff diagonally behind her. She has grass blades and gingko leaves on her sleeves. Song Lan has one knee on the ground obscured by his hanfu. He is holding his sword horizontally in front of his face. All three have very large flowy sleeves. ]
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little-pup-pip · 3 months
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Hi, I just found your blog and it's really cool! Would you be able to do a middlespace moodboard that's emo/scene themed? I also like Hello Kitty! It can be feminine or gender neutral! :)
Sure!!
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marleysfinest · 1 year
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it takes a while, but after some gentle coaxing, reiner agrees to talk about his favourite things.
his favourite season is spring. he loves watching all signs of winter melt away in front of his eyes; the leaves begin to bring new life to the trees, the wildflowers decorating the meadows, the echoes of the lambing in the nearby fields. he likes to go out in the morning and feel the cool air on his face as he hugs his mug of coffee. with bare feet, he paces through the damp grass, relishing in the cold and dewy residue soon to be absorbed by the sun. after being surrounded by so much death for so long, reiner relishes in spring’s new life.
he loves coffee. but keep it simple; black coffee, every time. he might be talked into a flat white on occasion, but the bitter, rich flavour of a good, strong black coffee his the spot every time. why over-complicate a good thing?
reiner loves to swim. alone, or with you - so that he can boost his ego and lift you completely above his head without worrying about injuring you by launching you through the ceiling - he chooses this as his exercise whenever he can. warm water soothing his aching muscles, laying on his back and floating weightlessly, letting the waves carry away his troubles. submerging his head just for a few seconds at a time for that calming, muffled quiet.
he’s a sucker for a love song. he has Etta James on his playlist - much to the bemusement of his fellow warriors - and is frequently on the receiving end of a thorough teasing. but Etta, Aretha, Stevie, Dolly; it’s all his guilty pleasure. to him, it’s the ultimate show of affection - not that you’ll catch him serenading you anytime soon. but, don’t be surprised when he sings along word for word to Frankie Goes to Hollywood.
despite having early starts drilled into him since he started warrior training all those years ago, reiner loves a lazy morning. nothing too extravagant, but waking with you leisurely and really feeling the soft sheets against his skin in the blur of the morning is a form of bliss to him. taking the time to yawn and stretch and rub the sleep from his eyes; all such mundane things to you and I, but things that make the perfect morning for him.
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softerpixels · 6 months
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a trip to the petting zoo with friends and family. // lot is by amitaliri on the gallery & post is inspired by @oshinsimss lovesick series 🥰
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reine-du-sourire · 5 months
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for prompts, remember that Jesper & touch post that did the rounds the other day? Ingvar hugs, take it any direction you like
Ingvar loves hugs. He loves giving them and he loves getting them; he has it all down to a science.
Hal is good to hug. He makes a funny squeaking noise at first, but relaxes quickly. He hugs back. Ingvar knows not to hug him too hard or for too long, though.
Stig is great to hug. He likes hugs, he hugs back enthusiastically, and he doesn't mind being squeezed. He squeezes right back.
The twins are convenient to hug. Ingvar likes to hug them both at once; it's a great way to stop them from fighting without throwing them overboard. Much more pleasant, anyway.
Stefan is fun to hug. He loves it when Ingvar's enthusiasm lifts him right off the ground; he laughs delightedly when Ingvar spins him around in a whirling circle.
Edvin is nice to hug. He always smells good and his returning hugs are surprisingly strong for someone of his size. He lets Ingvar hug him for as long as he likes.
Jesper is hard to hug. He's so small and slippery, but can be scooped up and hugged tightly and carefully. It's funny when he hides his face in Ingvar's shirt.
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would u ever explain the circley levels of hell chapter/plot/theme structure bc i am very curious 👀👀👀
WELL NOW THAT I'VE FINISHED MY DEGREE!! yes absolutely!
I'll make a video explaining this too since it might be helpful to hear me explain it with... my face, but this circular story structure is something I'm calling orbital plot structure. Luckily for all of us, I wrote up a detailed memo for my workshop which I'll share below (with lots of expansion)!
Disclaimer: The following is all my original writing theory AKA I came up with all of this myself AKA this method is in early development. You're welcome to share it/use it wherever, just link back to me! This also means when I think more, there may be more to say, LOL.
TL;DR: the orbital plot structure consists of two elements: the thematic satellite and the "scene" rings that orbit the satellite. I've shared two versions (the original and the modified version) below!
Orbital plot structure
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The orbital plot structure consists of two essential components: the thematic satellite and the scene rings. We have a core theme (the “satellite”) that every single scene “orbits” around. Every scene links back to the theme.
Plot progression/movement comes from the rings rippling outward (indicated by the outward pointing arrows). However, this movement is still deeply connected to the theme (indicated by the unfilled arrows pointed inward—we are pushed out by the theme like an exhale but naturally brought back toward the theme like an inhale). The amount of rings will differ for each work.
This plot structure may work well for theme-driven stories and chapters between 1500-3500 words.
Example:
Below is an example of the classic orbital plot structure for the first chapter of my novella, BODY BACK (chapter update HERE!). That chapter is called "Living Pictures."
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The theme for this chapter of course is "life as a living picture." Every single scene is necessitated by this theme and therefore precipitates the next scene that is also necessitated by the theme.
Here is a breakdown of how each scene links back to that theme:
Scene 1:
Harrison floats fully-clothed in a pool that belongs to a wealthy couple. He is jaded and also thinking about God
Explanation: This scene quite literally IS a living picture. Harrison feels unreal/otherworldly and not like an actual human person.
Scene 2:
Harrison describes the couple who own the house/pool. The man is a realtor, and the woman stays at home mostly, but walks dogs on the side.
Explanation: Harrison projects the couple who owns this home into "living picture" mode. He doesn't see them as people, but merely as The Realtor and The Dog-Walker.
Scene 3:
Harrison contemplates his “easy” Las Vegas life since moving in with his mother, Suzanna.
Explanation: Harrison explains how HIS actual life in Las Vegas has felt like a living picture (he also resists this idea at the end).
Scene 4:
Flashback: Harrison recalls drawing his new sort-of boyfriend, Jeremiah.
Explanation: This flashback with Jeremiah is ALSO a living picture. Heightened language. Dreamy imagery. He doesn't feel present, but like a snapshot in a moment.
Scene 5:
Harrison describes his vices (smoking and his ex, Lonan lmao, comparable) which trickles into a recurring dream/nightmare of Lonan.
Explanation: This scene is AGAIN a living picture--more dreamy language (it's quite literally a dream too). Lonan is captured in this memory, even though this moment was once real and not a photo.
Scene 6:
Distracted by the dream, Harrison is caught by the couple. The man seems unimpressed by him, though the woman (Sadie), perhaps realizing how young he is, invites him inside for tea.
Explanation: We SHATTER the living picture (LP) here. Harrison isn't living in a dream state, he's actually very much in the real world where breaking into a stranger's pool is NOT okay. LOL.
Scene 7:
Harrison observes the couple’s “catalogue” home while Sadie makes tea.
Explanation: Sadie and her husband live in a home that is also picturesque. BUT, he quickly notices something is amiss--she doesn't actually seem to genuinely exist in its pristineness and niceties, just like Harrison doesn't exist in the niceties of his "new" life in Las Vegas. This is why I ended the chapter here--he's addressed the theme.
You'll notice I didn't include the arrows in the above diagram--I've only included those for demonstration purposes to show how movement in this type of structure works. You know how water ripples in a circular pattern when you drop a stone into it? That's how this story structure progresses--every scene revolves around that stone in the centre.
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^^ A visual for you!
Typically, in western storytelling, we think of structure like this:
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This diagram is known as Freytag's triangle/pyramid, and it's a useful way to understand stories (though... not my favourite for many reasons, but a great place to brainstorm your own writing theory). In diagrams like this, it's easier to see the movement of a story, since the line naturally moves left to right.
You could ABSOLUTELY map "Living Pictures" on the above structure, but I personally prefer the orbital plot structure for this particular series of books (Moth Work x Feeding Habits x BODY BACK) because of how deeply thematic they are. Because those projects are very internal and driven by complicated emotional exploration into central themes, it only made sense to map my own story structure that was reflective of that.
To clarify, I don't mean that other structures can't contain theme. Of course they can! But this plot structure is specifically built for thematically-driven work (this would NOT work if your work was not thematically-driven).
Funnily, the orbital plot structure is what my brain "sees" as I write chapters in this series (I don't follow this structure for every project). So while some people outline, brainstorm, etc, in advance of drafting, I start drafting with this in mind. Usually I don't figure out the theme until I'm through the first scene, or sometimes until I'm done the first draft, but when that theme is identified, it's very easy for me to either mould the rest of the chapter around the theme, or revise it around that theme.
If I'm stuck while drafting a chapter, it's usually because something about the theme isn't clear--consciously or subconsciously--to me.
Also: because of the nature of this structure being quite specific to a theme, this is probably not the best fit for very long works/chapters. But I'm sure you could try!
Speaking of longer works...
Orbital plot structure (modified)
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The modified orbital plot structure follows the same principles of the orbital plot structure with two essential components: the thematic satellite and the scene rings. Scenes continue to orbit the “satellite.” However, a new element—fossae/dips—are introduced in the case of longer word counts (3500+).
The amount of rings and dips will differ depending on the project (there can be more or less than what is pictured above). These dips serve as scenes that may not be as closely related to the theme but that still move the work toward another thematic scene/“bump.”
Plot progression/movement comes from the rings rippling outward (indicated by the outward pointing arrows). However, this movement is still deeply connected to the theme (indicated by the unfilled arrows pointed inward—we are pushed out by the theme like an exhale but naturally brought back toward the theme like an inhale).
I'm not going to include a physical example of this because that would be... a teeny cumbersome, LOL, but this is just an option for people who like the orbital plot structure idea but don't feel like they want to write scenes that are extremely thematic every single time (or their work wouldn't fit that original model).
To note: The dips/bumps don't need to be uniform. Two dips can follow each other, just as three bumps could follow each other. This will depend on you and the work.
But good writers don't gatekeep <3 so here's a written version of chapter six of Feeding Habits that follows this structure quite nicely. For the sake of clarity, I'm going to call the fossae/dip scenes "dips" and the thematic scenes "bumps."
CW: Dead animals, blood, violence
THEME: Indissoluble bonds
Scene A:
DIP: Harrison gets back to the NYC apartment he shares with his mother after running errands to ward off either the spirit that haunts their walls or to rescue whatever is stuck in them. His mother preps for a dinner as Harrison has invited his old pal Reeve over.
Explanation: This scene MUST happen to get us to the following "bump," and that's because we get some critical exposition here: Harrison has had to go to a hardware store for supplies to cut open the drywall in his apartment as he and his mother can hear something in the walls, AND, Reeve is coming over for dinner at Harrison's request. We're not sure why.
Scene B:
BUMP: Harrison removes a litter of kittens from behind the drywall. One of the kittens is dead. Strangely, a German Shepherd puppy is also in the litter.
Explanation: What does it mean for Harrison to find a single dead kitten in a litter of live kittens? Does that kitten have a bond to its litter, despite now being gone?
Scene C:
DIP: Reeve appears in a glamorous blur and makes an interesting first impression on Suz who seems slightly stunned and endeared by her.
Explanation: We need this scene to get us to the next bump--this is Reeve's intro and also introduces the "bond" she'll later form with Suz. The entire chapter title, "Blood Sister," comes from the women's bond. What does it mean to feel connected to someone as if you had actually done a blood pact? And is that similar to the bond between the kittens? ...And the bond between Lonan and Harrison...?
Scene D:
BUMP (subtler): At dinner Reeve confronts Harrison about his “straight-edge” lifestyle since moving to NYC and he realizes her judgements about his life being monotonous are very true–he lacks purpose.
Explanation: This scene gets us to an important realization for Harrison: he feels like something is missing in his life. I wonder WHAT (the answer is Lonan lol).
Scene E:
BUMP: Harrison and his mother clear the dishes and Suzanna confronts him on the fact that he hasn’t told her that Reeve is in fact Lonan’s sister. Suz knows the boys’ relationship is complicated, and plays Devil’s advocate by outright asking Reeve how her brother is. Reeve, who hasn’t seen Lonan longer than Harrison, has assumed Lonan lives with them or is close by, and feels semi-betrayed that Harrison has kept his whereabouts a secret.
Explanation: This one is more explicit of a bump. Why hasn't Harrison told his mother Reeve's true identity? Is it because he's not ready to even think about Lonan who he still feels inextricably connected to??? Yes!
Scene F:
DIP & BUMP: Reeve and Harrison drive to a garden and he’s reminded of the event that lead to him and his mother’s return to the east. Harrison meets Winona outside a convenience store, the same woman Lonan meets in ch.6 of Moth Work. She takes him to her mansion where she’s hosting a party and introduces him to her husband. Harrison makes multiple bad decisions which you can probably figure out for yourself!
Explanation: This scene almost serves as both a dip AND bump as we slowly "dip" into exposition. But the relevance and "bump" of this scene becomes abundantly clear when we realize the woman Harrison follows home is the SAME woman Lonan follows him in Moth Work. Indissoluble bonds driving you to do the same thing?? LMAO I love them <3
Scene G:
BUMP: Harrison wakes up in Winona’s house and is confused to see her and her husband standing over his leather jacket. If we remember what happened in ch. 6 of Moth Work, Lonan gets beat up by Winona’s husband and has Harrison’s jacket & angel chain stolen. We can assume from this scene that Winona has a) recognized the jacket and b) chosen him to come back to her house for the purpose of also beating him up (which happens).
Explanation: Again, why do Harrison and Lonan make the SAME decisions and have the SAME thing happen to them? Is this because they have an indissoluble bond? That theme is actually dropped explicitly in this scene. (Also a tangent: in the MW version of this scene, Lonan loses the fight--black eye art is the aftermath of that--and therefore loses the jacket, but in FH, Harrison stumbles out of there with his jacket HAHA so he won. Lonan is a loser. <3)
Scene H:
BUMP: Reeve and Harrison jump a fence into a garden to give the dead kitten an unorthodox “water burial” in the garden’s fountain. Reeve confronts him on why no one has seemed to care about her whereabouts for the last year, and also suggests the only reason he wanted to see her now is because he misses Lonan. Harrison miserably drinks too much wine.
Explanation: In this scene, Harrison contemplates the indissoluble bond between the dead kitten and its litter--it's gone now, but was still a part of that collective, just like Lonan is gone now from his life but is still part of his collective. Harrison accepts that yes, he indeed still feels connected to Lonan, and actually, deeply misses Lonan (like the kittens--do they miss their sibling now that its gone?). He literally writes out Lonan's name in the snow as an expression of admittance to that truth (THAT'S GAY AS FUCK HARRISON, GAY AS FUCK).
Alright, I couldn't help myself, here's an illustration to show what that chapter looks like according to this structure. You can see I only used one ring because I don't have that many scenes. Now that I think of it, for this modified structure, a single ring would work well for one story/chapter (whereas in the original structure, one ring equals a scene), unless you have 60 million scenes (or you use act breaks within chapters). *High five!* we've made a development as I wrote this post.
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A hint about orbital structures: some crime TV shows use this structure IMO, ESPECIALLY episodes that follow crimes that are geared at revealing something about one of the central characters. Look at many of the Criminal Minds specials OR at any Hannibal episode and you won't be able to unsee it LOL.
Let me know if you have any questions! For writers who have very visual brains like me (or writers who've described their processes as "sculpting" words like myself), I hope this is useful!
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