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redclercs · 11 months

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DELICATE✰ CHARLES LECLERC.

vii. all of my enemies started out friends

— the one where you get the sense you've been betrayed.

warnings: death threats, foul language, a panic attack. 2.7k words. (+written articles) not proofread whoops.

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By Alana Blake

WELL, all of our doubts have been cleared, here is the reason as to why our ex favorite couple called it quits months ago. Thank you to our anonymous source for spilling the tea!

First things first, let's not lie to ourselves, we all thought it had been Aidan Kim who had finally dumped y/n's ass for good. But as it turns out, he wanted to keep her forever? Aidan, boy...

Anyway, one night in February (ehem Valentine's Day, so cliché) he dropped down on one knee, popped the question with a beautiful Tiffany's ring and... Y/N SAID NO! Insert gasps here.

Without a good enough reason to justify her denial, y/n immediately ran to the opposite coast, where she currently resides with best friend, beauty guru and influencer Victoria Presley.

RELATED: Victoria Presley inaugurates first 'Presley Beauty' store in Beverly Hills.

Our source also confirmed y/n's blooming romance with Formula 1 pilot, Charles Leclerc.

"They are seeing each other, yes," the source said, "y/n doesn't want to call it a 'thing' since she's probably going to get bored of the poor guy.''

Well, there you have it. It looks like y/n's only talent is being a maneater. Somebody warn Charles Leclerc he's just piece of meat in the eyes of y/n!

SEE ALSO:

→ Victoria Presley attends the Monaco Grand Prix.

→ y/n y/ln reportedly auditioned for 'The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes'

→ Aidan Kim is currently recording his first solo album.

𝙂𝙊𝙏 𝙎𝙊𝙈𝙀𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙏𝙊 𝙎𝘼𝙔? 𝙇𝙀𝘼𝙑𝙀 𝘼 𝘾𝙊𝙈𝙈𝙀𝙉𝙏 𝘽𝙀𝙇𝙊𝙒!

You're seeing the top comments.

Anonymous – 4 hr ago

If I ever see y/n on the street i will literally kill her

sk12z8io – 3 hr ago

I KNEW SHE NEVER DESERVED AIDAN

mickeyyy – 40 min ago

she fucking cheated you cannot convince me otherwise

chiqin– 10 min ago

oh she's vile, rejecting a marriage proposal and getting together with another dude two months later? TRASH.

Anonymous – 10 min ago

I want to know who the source is and why are they speaking until now

WHO would have thought? y/n y/ln the "Queen of RomComs" where cheating is basically a Deadly Sin, is in fact, a cheater!

The news about y/n rejecting Aidan Kim's marriage proposal came out only a few hours ago via Inside Out, and while they claim y/n didn't have a good enough reason not to get engaged to Kim, we believe quite the opposite.

Having a side-piece is a perfectly good reason, actually. Sources, who wished to remain anonymous, confirmed that at the time of the proposal, y/n was already seeing Monegasque pilot Charles Leclerc, but they had been able to keep it a secret until Elix contract made y/n start showing up at Grand Prix.

Although the information spreading around is still unclear, we can be sure of two things: Aidan Kim dodged a bullet and y/n is probably the worst person on Earth.

#Y/NIsOverParty

June 3rd Barcelona, Spain.

You're sitting with Charles and Carlos when you get the first ping on your phone. You don't give it much thought, Mildred told you she'd send you two script excerpts she wanted you to practice for an audition video, plus your phone doesn't even really stop ringing.

Spain has been fun so far, you have been around both Carlos and Charles around a lot lately. Carlos is always keen on dropping facts about his country and you got, just like with Charles, his special edition Ferrari merch. This time you wear it, because fuck fashion podcasts.

Charles doesn't let this slip, feigning annoyance that you prefer to wear a Spain cap than a Monaco one, and telling you he will in fact take it personally. But he doesn't, of course, he's thrilled you're more comfortable around both of them. Enough to join them for dinner yesterday and today.

The Ferrari boys are talking about FP3 and how Qualifying might go later. They've done pretty well this weekend, and you're hoping Carlos will end the Grand Prix on the podium like Charles did last week.

"Is that your phone?" Carlos asks, he's tried his best for the last few minutes to ignore the never-ending flow of notifications, even after you've silenced it, the vibration still makes him lose focus on the conversation.

"Sorry," you wince, knowing how annoying it is. "It's probably Vic."

"Everything okay?" Charles frowns, following your hands as you take your phone out of your pocket again to activate the Do Not Disturb.

"Yeah, I don't—"

Your sentence hangs in the air unfinished as you read the screen, the last notification comes from Matilde an 'are you okay? call me' text. And then your eyes slide to the BREAKING NEWS from People Magazine, whose notifs you forgot to deactivate. You don't even know why you have the app anymore.

The preview shows your picture, a red x on your face and the words 'Cheater Alert' capitalized and bold.

"y/n?" you see the motion of Carlos' hand from the corner of your eye, but by now, you're obsessively scrolling down the 150+ notifications on your phone. Texts, calls, e-mails, tweets, comments.

You stop in the INSIDE OUT EXCLUSIVE the moment your eyes catch the word 'ring'.

They know.

And if they know, everyone knows.

Charles pushes his chair back, making the half empty styrofoam cup of coffee you were drinking spill all over the table. "What's wrong?"

Aidan has told them. Aidan fucking Kim, petty and vengeful Aidan Kim has told them about the ring. Because he wants to bury you so far down, you'll never be able to claw your way out of the hole.

Who else could have been? You told no one. Not a soul. How can a person not even tell their parents that she got a marriage offer and said no immediately, right before hopping on a plane to the other side of the country?

But cheating? Where the fuck did that come from? He's even lying now. Because he hates you, of course he hates you. Aidan Kim is not used to humilliation and that's what you did when you rejected him. And although it was an unspoken accord that you wouldn't tell anyone about it, he has done so, because what is better for his upcoming album than being the heartbroken artist with the bitch for an ex.

People are going to write 'It's your loss y/n!' with their proof of streaming for a retweet from Aidan's account, managed by a 34-year-old guy who can't stand Aidan's fans on a normal basis.

"I– I have to–" your mouth is dry, tongue thick and heavy, and you feel the cold shower of anxiety from your nape to your tailbone. This can't be happening.

And you don't know what you have to do. Call Mildred and Walter? Ask them what the fuck is going on over there and start an actual damage control PR thing? It's too late for that.

"What can we do?" Carlos questions this time, worry flows in his voice at the change in your semblance. "What can we do for you?"

You're scared, because people have talked shit endlessly for weeks thinking it had been Aidan who dumped you, changing the narrative, twisting it time and time again.

They have suspected you broke up with Aidan, they have dragged you through the mud, called you heartless for getting over him so quickly. Paired you up with Charles and called you both problematic for breathing around each other and being friends.

And they might have forgiven you eventually, but not if you actually broke Aidan Kim's heart and burned down his dream of a house, a marriage and a happy family. And by cheating.

He's lying, but who would believe you?

Your already agonizing career is never coming out of this. And at this point, maybe acting seems irrelevant compared to the way people are going to treat you from now on. No one forgets a woman who humiliates a man so publicly. She doesn't deserve to be forgiven, not when she's such a bitch.

"I can't breathe," you wheeze, clutching your hand against the fabric of your shirt. Your hands are prickling, and your brain is fogged, foreign. "I can't breathe."

Neither man touches you as you lean down, hands on your knees, shutting your eyes so hard you think your eyeballs might explode.

You feel one of the boys move, but you don't open your eyes to see who left. Your priority is getting air into your lungs, and you can't seem to do even just that.

"y/n," Charles is the one who stayed, and despite speaking slowly, you recognize the underlying panic there. "I'm going to touch you, okay?"

Your only response is a strangled noise as you breathe through your mouth.

Charles runs his hand down your back, you can feel his rings and the heat of his palm. “Try to breathe through your nose, y/n.”

He feels stupid for saying it, but it’s the only advice he sees fit. Carlos left to look for the medical staff that Ferrari takes with them everywhere.

You squeeze your thighs with your hands and again take a gasp of air. “I can’t. Help me, I can’t.”

Charles makes you straighten up by grabbing your shoulders gently. “Please try. You’re speaking you can breathe.”

You breathe through your nose, but it isn’t enough to relieve the pressure on your chest.

Carlos comes back just when you feel like you will pass out. And you let the medical staff lead you away, leaving both your friends behind, worried sick and wondering what could have possibly triggered you like that.

You're still lying in the gurney after Qualifying is done. The medical team doesn't let you watch it, you should not be subjected to strong emotions right now. The thing is, the strong emotions haven't even started. You need to talk to your team, and you want to talk to Aidan. You've only heard from him twice since your breakup in February, the last time three days ago when he texted you 'out of SoHo'.

In all honesty, you're not certain you'll be able to hold a conversation with him without telling him to go fuck himself or having another panic attack. But you must know the reasoning behind his actions, no matter how stupid it is. How angrier it will make you. You want to understand why the person that once loved you is stabbing you in the back like this.

You're free to go an hour later, and it's some kind of miracle that you're relieved of your Elix duties. Maybe it has to do with the disaster that Ferrari's Quali was, in contrast to the Free Practices. No one wants to make things worse, or have pictures to remember it.

By the time you're back in your hotel room, Aidan's campaign has been transported to Youtube. And it's only 10 am in Los Angeles.

FROM AIDAN KIM’S YOUTUBE CHANNEL “STATEMENT ON RECENT NEWS”

You are looking at the top comments.

star5dan he had to find out he got cheated on thanks to People? fuck

flowerbedkim I'm not even joking, i will end y/n

dropbeats1 it takes a lot of courage to propose, y/n is def a bitch

stardomyn you knew y/n for years and you can't defend her? she is obviously not a cheater.

aidanyn this keeps getting worse i can't pick a side😭

You read the articles sitting in your bed. Legs crossed and back curved, with your shoulders slumping forward. It's like you have the whole weight of the world back in them, and you're not even sure you're strong enough to carry it anymore.

Did you really not have a good enough reason to say no? Not having a good reason to say yes should be enough, at least that's the way you think about it.

But you had many, many reasons. Some you'd denied yourself to even think about before he pulled the ring out of his pocket.

Every relationship has its ups and downs, you knew that. You know that. But how long can you stay in an all time low?

Maybe you lied to yourself saying Aidan had never hinted marriage was in his plans. He mentioned it in interviews, and in casual conversations with other people. He would tell you that “in the future” you’d have to reconsider being an actress. That you should really think about the roles you wanted to take on so they didn’t haunt you (and you hypothetical children) in the future.

Aidan would drop comments about how you should stick to the easy parts of acting, making the same movies, for example. How you should behave a certain way and shut your mouth in specific occasions.

How you had to change yourself to fit into what he wanted.

And you did. Because at first, it wasn’t that he wanted you to change for him. He made you think he wanted you to change for your own good.

And that night in February, you realized you were scared. The thought of spending the rest of your life like that terrified you. So you ran, and that was really the bravest thing you could have done.

And the bravest thing you can do now is stand up to him. Because he cannot keep on stepping on you and destroying what you built for yourself.

"Hello?"

You're shocked he actually picks up your call but you can't back down now.

"What the fuck, Aidan?" you try not to raise your voice, you do your best to help the strain that comes from not crying. You're furious, not sad, but you know Aidan won't recognize the difference. "What the fuck is this whole circus you're putting up now?"

The way he chuckles makes you want to throw your phone across the room.

"Do you really think that was me?" he asks, changing his voice to a lower tone. "Do you think I willingly say the girl I invested three years of my life on said she didn't want to marry me?"

"Well who else could have been? Do you think I'm stupid?"

"It was not me, y/n! Jesus Christ I don't know how many people—"

"So it was your sister, that bitch?"

"Don't you call me sister a bitch ever again."

Well Mia Kim is a bitch. And she was for the whole three years you dated Aidan.

Starting with telling anyone who would listen that you were after Aidan for clout, even after you hooked her up with your acting instructor and helped her get a minor role in Outer Banks. Comments on your appearance, on your acting, and the way you Aidan and you got along. And the worst part was that every time you two saw each other she acted like she adored you.

"She is a bitch, Aidan, and this is something she would do out of spite! Also, cheating? Are you fucking kidding me?"

"I don't put anything past you, y/n." Aidan chuckles again, it's sarcastic and bothersome.

"Fuck you, Aidan. We knew each other for years, and suddenly I'm the worst person on Earth?"

"Yeah, maybe you always were and whoever is letting people know is doing the world a huge favor."

Your skin isn't thick enough yet, and his words hit the way he intended.

"I'm glad people are eating you alive, y/n," he continues as your silence prolongs, you can't swallow the tears now. "It's what you deserve."

He hangs up before you can respond, and it doesn't matter anymore. There's nothing you can say to make him admit to his crimes, and he's happy. He's happy you're being torn down in such a vile way.

The phone inside your hotel room rings and you pick it up before being able to pull yourself together. The 'what?' that lashes out catches the woman downstairs off guard, and this is another thing you add to the list of things that make you the worst person on planet Earth.

"Someone is here for you, Miss y/ln," she says in an apologetic tone, "Mr. Leclerc?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to speak to you like that," you take a deep breath, and then process her words. "Leclerc?"

"Hmhmm," she hums, "Should I send him upstairs?"

The alarm clock next to the phone shows 19:57 in red and you remember you agreed to meet him and Carlos for dinner at seven thirty. You didn't even shower or changed.

"Uh– yeah, please do."

You splash cold water on your face and brush your teeth in the two minutes it takes him to get to your room.

Charles knows there's something wrong the moment you open the door, and it doesn't take a genius, really. But you wish he was oblivious to the way you look and the off-putting energy you give off.

"I'm sorry I'm late," you say making space for him to enter the mess of a room you have. "Is Carlos waiting downstairs?"

"He's at the restaurant already," Charles shrugs, it doesn't matter that you've made them both wait over twenty minutes. "Are you okay?"

You sit on your bed, letting him stand in the middle of the room, like a mannequin out of place. You have two options, lying to him, pushing everything under the rug and lookin for your purse to meet Carlos downstairs. Or tell the truth and burst out crying in front of him.

You don't like either.

So you stay silent, looking at patterns in the rug and trying to get your racing brain to come to a stop, if only to have a decent meal with the two guys that saw you panic hours ago.

Charles sits down next to you, the mattress gives to his side, sinking. "Do you want to talk about it?"

You eye his hand as he places it on top of the washed out knee of his jeans. The prominent veins and the three rings on his fingers. You remember the way it felt when he ran his hand down your back.

"I don't." you reply, taking your eyes back to his face. You wonder if he knows, just doesn't want to mortify you about it. That he's 'just a piece of meat' and a 'homewrecker'. You wonder if Carlos knows too.

"Do you still want to come downstairs?" Charles tilts his head, giving you a smile that lifts one corner of his mouth.

"Sure, let's do that," you get up from the bed smoothing your jeans down although there's nothing wrong with them, and regaining that self-consciousness that you didn't even change your clothes for dinner while Charles is looking like that in a clean white shirt. "Sorry for being late."

Charles lets you roam around the room looking for your purse for two minutes, still sitting on the edge of your bed, before speaking again. "We really like you, y/n. I really like you."

You snap out of your self-induced trance, pretending like you were checking you had everything you needed in your purse. "What?"

"Carlos and I really like you, and so does Matilde, and that friend of yours Victoria. You're not alone, I hope you know that."

He's seeing right through you again.

And the effort that took you to pull yourself together and the self-deprecating words that ran through your head to force yourself not to cry in front of him are all left behind, as you burst out crying.

You let Charles hold you, his right hand on the nape of your neck while the other soothes you the way it did earlier. He doesn't complain about the way your tears stain his shirt, and doesn't even make a sound as you sob.

And you stay like that for as long as you need to, although you haven't cried nearly enough. It has to suffice for now. Because you have to go back to L.A. and fix the mess Aidan created.

─── team principal radio: ❝i feel like i'm doing rowoon super dirty by having him as aidan kim, tbh. anyway, i hope you enjoyed this chapter! reblogs and comments/asks are highly appreacited, i'd love to know your thoughts!♡❞

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cakesandfail · 11 months

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Do you have any headcanons about how Vetinari ended up taking power?

Actually yes I do!

I wrote a fic about his first day in power that vaguely referenced this and while I don't have like, a fully fleshed out story, there are a few bits and pieces that I sort of bodged together from things in the books and what I personally find entertaining about him as a character:

There's a bit in Soul Music which says that there was a rat plague in Ankh-Morpork shortly before Vetinari came to power, and that his solution was "tax the rat farms". It's unclear in context whether this means he suggested it at the end of Snapcase's time in power or if it was one of the first things he did after he became Patrician. I've just gone ahead and assumed that the rat plague was the last straw for Snapcase and that actually having a good suggestion was one of the reasons Vetinari was in people's minds as a replacement

That then leads us to ask, well, what on earth was he doing there? He's been in power a fair while even by Guards Guards but chronologically must still only be in his early 40s by then, to have been in his late teens in the 30-years-ago bits of Night Watch (and he can't be older than that, because it's made fairly clear that he's in the Guild equivalent of secondary school at that time, and Vimes knows that the two of them are approximately the same age). Given his canonically hilariously long list of postgrad qualifications, he probably went straight from Assassins Guild grad school to the Oblong Office, more or less. Conclusion: he was the fucking INTERN. (or possibly working as a clerk, but calling him the intern is at least 500% funnier)

Given the running joke about him being this weird posh dude who doesn't seem like a threat until you remember where he was educated, I would imagine that his whole "ah capital jolly good here I go getting slang wrong again" bullshit started here. We know that among the Ankh-Morpork elite, pretending to be stupider than you really are is something that can both keep you safe and help you get away with a lot, because we see Vetinari and Vimes and Sybil do it. So this is where he got his practice. Bertie Wooster the FUCK out of your working day, quietly get on with the things that need to be done while nobody's looking, and nobody will realise because they just think you're Madam's weird nephew with the shit beard and the puppy

So, bearing all that in mind, picture this:

Snapcase is dead. The important people (at least, the people who think themselves important) converge on the palace. In a small room off the Oblong Office is a young man steadily working through a large pile of paperwork. Oh, yes, that's Madam's nephew, you know... Havelock, isn't it? They ask if he knows what's happened, and he says no, he has no idea, he's just been working his way through all these regulations, and gosh, they really are very dull. And... well... nobody else is here. And nobody else seems to understand the filing system, or the rest of the staff, or anything really. But he does.

This guy's had a few good ideas when he's been doing the minutes at various meetings, that makes him a plausible candidate surely? And he's so young, so he's going to need a lot of guidance from helpful, experienced folks, right? How useful. He's just smart enough not to be an obvious puppet. Very handy indeed.

And the cream of Ankh-Morpork society being what they are (truly the cream- rich and thick) they don't realise until it's far too late that this lanky goth weirdo they'd thought would do their bidding knows everything about everyone and he's been quietly furious about the result of the Glorious 25th for over a decade. And, whoops, they'd somehow forgotten that he didn't spend all of that time on Guild postgraduate courses doing resits. Oh dear. And now he's their boss.

#patricianblogging #i have wanted to go into detail about this for AGES thank you for giving me an excuse

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plural-this-user-is · 23 days

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I really love ur stylized userboxes!! The fonts n stuff look so well done, how do u make them so nice looking? /nf

Really appreciate the question(s) and the compliment!

One of us (Unknown who) tried to answer this before, but never answered the actual asks... so I'm here to do it, whoops!

Process for our userboxes below the cut! -🦋

We use the app iBis Paint X for all of our Userboxes! (should be avaible to all devices)

This is our template and outline for all our userboxes (which you can use if you want - we don't gatekeep)!

When you're in the app, click the plus (+) symbol and then import image. It should be transparent in the app.

The font we use for our Userboxes is called "Gen Jyuu GothicX Heavy" and is avaible to download in the hundreds of fonts that the app offers to you!

After this, the process is rather simple:

Choose the image of your liking and make it fit into the left square of your userbox.

After that you can either pick the colors of the image or choose your own colors for the rest of the userbox (namely the right rectangle and the outlines)

Then you can put the text of your liking and color it to your liking. Our order of layers is like this:

Our settings for the text is:

Our text size is anywhere between 40 - 60 (this entirely depends on the size of the text we put into the userbox). The outline size is always at 15.

I'm not the best at explaining, I think, but if you do everything to your liking, your userbox should look something like this:

I really hope this makes sense whoops,,, if not feel free to ask questions or point out things that I left unclear!!

#🦋#not a userbox

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lazaruspiss · 8 months

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sladedicktalia??????? i am LISTENING

there's like. 5 fics. im so starved. i think theyre so hot and funny together!! im obsessed. also this got long so im adding a readmore. whoops.

SlaDick: classic enemies to lovers. they may try to kill each other half the time but they respect each other more than anyone else. OBSESSED with each other, Slade knows he's weird about Dick and couldn't care less but Dick is so in denial about it. they could both give explicit consent but be so antagonistic about it that it becomes unclear if "yes i want to have sex with you" is actually code for "die right now" and i think that's beautiful.

SladeTalia: they fucked! in canon! there was some bullshit plotline where Talia tried to give Slade Damian and pretend he was his son instead! ex fuck buddies who show up just to make each other's lives harder bc they wanna fuck so bad it makes them have stupid brain. also they're both hot as hell. i'm weak for big strong milf/dilf idk idk.

DickTalia: LISTEN TO ME. TALIA WOULD TREAT HIM RIGHT. THEY BOTH KNOW HOW EMOTIONALLY DEVASTATING IT IS TO LOVE BRUCE. LISTEN TO M- ok aside from that. Talia is someone who tried so hard to be good, to choose to be kind. She loved Bruce because she saw how hard he tried to do good in the world. Her character has gotten considerably colder over time, in huge part due to a certain writer writing about her despite knowing nothing about her, but in universe i try and rationalize it as a growing cynicism stemming from both her father's gradually increasing cruelty and Bruce's failure to support her or commit to her or to even just respect her. She hasn't been shown to have very many people in her life who she can really trust and be close to. She used to have a good relationship with Ra's, she used to have Bruce, she's even lost Damian at this point. She feels like such a lonely character to me. And I think Dick would be able to see that, be able to understand it better than most. He's always had people who loved him, people he could turn to, but he's also ended up perpetually isolated for one reason or another. Dick and Talia both feel to me like characters who are so lonely the further they get in their lives. I could see a silent understanding there. The kind of people who would be able to find solace in simply sharing a space with each other. Neither of them like to talk about what they've been through, I think they'd like to have someone who just gets it. Trauma for trauma, you know?

SlaDickTalia: several angles available here.

1) Dick deserves some sexy older lovers who would wine and dine him and also rail him within an inch of his life and also kill for him. i am not immune to the aesthetics!! to the allure of a hot older duo double teaming their young spitfire partner!!!

2) corruption arc. u know u wanna.

3) Dick's fear of abandonment x the 2 most devoted people on the planet. if they were dating nothing bad would happen to Dick again, Slade and Talia just wouldn't allow that. smth smth, couldn't get rid of them if he tried <3

4) Bruce would hate it and that's always fun :3 not that that's hard tho, Babs is like the only one of Dick's partners that Bruce liked and that's bc he wants to keep it in the family.

5) healing.... sobs...... esp when it comes to feelings around parenthood. Those three have shit to work out and i think having some company would help.

6) They all need more people time but 2/3 of them don't get along with anybody so they're kinda stuck with Dick. that kid will forgive anybody if u bat ur eyelashes and behave well enough. He's also more likely to still see them as people despite everything they've been through, and when you're a military experiment and a semi immortal daughter of an immortal terrorist... It can be hard to find someone who looks at you like you still have a chance at humanity.

7) Slade and Talia playing a Cat Vs Dog type game with Dick in the middle. I think it's funny.

#sladicktalia #sladick #sladetalia #dicktalia #i have feelings about them. can u tell #asks #hardlycats

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finalfrontierpublishing · 1 year

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Ok so I've been very quiet cause of all the prep for binderary - please behold the binderary stack of doom!

I set a goal of 12 books - unclear whether I will meet that target but the prep work has been done. As of now, I am a little behind.

Book 1 of Binderary! An anthology series by magneticwave. Anyone who knows me will know I absolutely love magneticwaves' AU fics, they have such a great writing style and they manage to capture a lot of different genres/characters perfectly.

Fics can be found on ao3 here.

Statistics:

Body text: Liberation Serif, 11 point

Heading: Bodoni MT

Subheading: Didn't LT Std

So to be honest I started typesetting this in July last year when I first started typesetting but hadn't gotten the hang of setting my styles for headers/body text and OH BOY was it monstrous to edit. My sweet baby bookbinder bad habits! I had to completely redo the typeset from scratch, it was too horrendous to do it manually.

Endbands are done in silk, I'm still on 2 colours as I am a coward - who knows when I will proceed to 3. I did however make a boo boo as I changed my colour scheme after I did my endbands and then went whoops. Oh well.

I did some bravery with this and used text weight endpapers for the first time. Was very lucky and had benefit of experience that it did not crease.

Obligatory shelf fic because the shelf is up to 10 but I have 11 incomplete textblocks sitting on my desk and alas, where will I put the books now.

Jesus I need to stop binding red and gold books I evidently have a problem.

Cover icons credited to noun project: David S, Aamond Garg, ochre7, Mark Hammar

#bookbinding #fanbinding #ficbinding #binderary2023 #my books #james bond #00q #star trek #spirk #harry potter #the mandalorian #dinluke #renegade bindery

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zjofierose · 8 months

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tagged by the ever-lovely @kianspo, thank you, darling 😘

rules: give us the links to your fics with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and fic with the fewest words.

so, the formatting of this makes the instructions a little unclear, but i’ve chosen to interpret it (and provide answers) as follows:

1: fic with the most hits: Holding Your Own Weight (Teen Wolf, Sterek), at 44,615 hits. because of course it is, LOL. i have not reread this in years, i have no idea how it holds up, but it’s definitely the most popular thing i’ve ever written.

2: fic with the second most kudos: Well I Don’t Know Why I Came Here Tonight (Teen Wolf, Sterek), with 1,244 kudos. honestly, i’m not surprised it’s a TW fic (i may end up a little surprised if not all of these are TW fics, tbh, that fandom was and is so huge it skews all my results), but i am a bit surprised it’s this fic! this one’s from 2021, which was well after the TW heyday, so i was always surprised it got as much traction as it did.

3: fic with the third most comments: Like They Do In Babylon (Voltron, Sheith), with 91 comment threads. oh ho! a non-teen-wolf fic makes it onto the list!! (technically Holding Your Own Weight also has 91 comment threads, but we already used it, so whatever). this one’s interesting to me, because i felt like it really kinda flopped when i posted it if i’m honest? but i guess the people who did read it left comments on it, so that’s nice. i liked this one, i should write more dance AUs.

4: fic with the fourth most bookmarks: Well I Don’t Know Why I Came Here Tonight again, lol whoops. 248 bookmarks.

5: fic with the fifth most words: Spark, Flame, Burn (Teen Wolf, Sterek), but excitingly, this is my most diverse list yet - i’ve got four different fandoms represented in my five longest fics, so in this case it’s just coincidence that it’s a TW fic. and actually, once i finally finish my accursed post-posting edits, it’ll be Flowers in the Window (1D RPF) instead.

6: fic with the fewest words: Circulation, a very early Star Trek RPF fic, which is quite frankly terrible LOL idk what the hell i was doing. pour one out for zjo of 2010 who was just discovering the concept of fanfic, bless. 393 words.

tagging @sequencefairy @onlythebravest @zanniscaramouche @commodorecliche @semperama @homosociallyyours and @lululawrence

#meme me baby #tag game #ficcing is srs bzness

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sun-lit-roses · 10 months

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Thor’s Hammer

I have not forgotten about Stargate! I’m just really slow 😂 But I’m so ready to see our heroes once more and (hopefully) a new planet! Season 1, Episode 10, let’s go:

Oh boy, report time!(sarcasm) Jack looks like he has my level of enthusiasm.

Ooo more aliens!

WHAT is with the pictures being used for illustration 😂 Yes, we’re talking about Thor, so here’s some 90s sci-fi book covers to prove our point.

Teal’c with the insider knowledge for the win!

This sounds ominous.

Daniel is so eager - got his friendship box and just leaving the rest of the team behind lol

I’m unclear why the people at the gate are laughing? Their exit wasn’t that funny.

Um, team? Now might be the time to get away from the humming giant hammer.

A scanner?

No! Teal’c!

Whoops, there goes Jack too!

Why did everyone run away? Shouldn’t they be less afraid after the magic scanning hammer?

Wow, Daniel, just ‘they’re dead’?? That’s a leap 😲

Ah, they ran to get their leader.

“You’re a little short for gods.” Aw, I like her.

Sam On A Mission.

Not dead, yay! It would be hard to keep going with a show that just killed off half their main cast.

Ugh. Could have done without the Junior Check.

Did Thor just beam in?

Wait, is this a voice mail?

Yeah, that’s not a person.

Wait, I thought the hammer was at the stargate? How many hammers are there?

‘Hall of Mohair’ Okay, that’s pretty good and now all I can think of is a cavern lined with records and ‘70s outfits. And a giant hammer.

Wait, what are the hand thingys? Have we seen those before? I don’t remember them? It has been a while since I watched this show.

Didn’t even say thank you! How rude.

Ooo former Goa’uld, got it. Oh, that’s what the second hammer does! Not great news for Teal’c, though.

Hey, that’s right! They can just run all the Goa’uld through the hammer like an assembly line. Problem solved!

What the heck is that?! Some form of alien crocodile?

Those horns don’t look very efficient for drinking tbh

That’s a convenient thunderstorm for omens.

The cave broke the fire stick?!? Truly this is a terrible day.

Teal’c’s onboard with the Goa’uld Assembly Line Plan, too. Good, I think he has the most common sense out of our intrepid quartet.

I’m getting the sense that Sam is not the diplomat here 😂

Well, that’s good news! At least one host survived and connived her way out.

Good thing they came on a day with a thunderstorm.

Is that the Creature From the Black Lagoon?

“Weapons are of no use here.” Jack promptly fills him with lead. Nice.

What is The First One? First of what? First Goa’uld?

Ooo, guess lead is not a successful deterrent.

Vampire Goa’uld! A concept I did not know I needed, but am very happy to have. Imagine if this is what Dracula looked like, but Jonathan thought he had a skin condition and it would be Rude to comment about it, especially since he was a Client.

Of course Teal’c, you also thought the Vampire Goa’uld did not exist... gotta say this conversation is not super comforting, guys. Although the little beat before Teal’c says ‘I think’ was hilarious. Also Jack’s quip about putting a stake through it’s heart.

Aw, Daniel is so sweet on his wife. I hope she does show back up. And gets some lines.

Yeah, I’m going with he’s not dead, guys. Should have tried the stake.

That’s a really cool dam scene! Aquifer? Something with water. It’s a neat set piece.

Sam and Daniel arguing feels like a disturbance in the force.

Weapons can’t kill him, but they sure do slow him down.

Team Science Nerds found it!!

Hm, this looks like a pretty official cave room. Sadly no mohair records, though.

Did Jack forget about the second hammer thing?

Okay, found the second hammer thing. Poor Teal’c.

I’m so glad Space Vampire gets a villain monologue. I feel like we don’t get those in shows anymore.

Come on,shoot him just a little further into the painful red hammer thing!

No! Teal’c!

Ah, Jack to the rescue.

Team: 1. Space Vampires: 0.

Not that this family moment isn’t sweet, but couldn’t they just knock a hole in a cave wall or something and patch it up once everyone’s out? Like there’s no time limit with the Goa’uld Vampire gone, they could go back to Earth for help and explosives.

Poor Daniel.

Did they just leave this world unprotected?

Okay, at least they’re thinking about this as well.

And Daniel gets to share his box! He’s so excited.

Rating: 🔘🔘🔘🔘

4/5 Gates New planet, potential for new aliens (possibly coming back in the future if the thundercloud is to be believed and Thor gets Daniel’s box?), Space Vampire, learned some more lore, what more could I ask for? The cave did take the fire stick out of commission, which is just a crime, in my opinion. Also, I think I’m holding out on 5/5 gates for something truly status quo changing. But overall a really good episode, I enjoyed it!

#long post #stargate sg1 #reaction post #thors hammer #i am just so tickled at the idea of a space vampire

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-Snappy Snack/7-11 combo, the night of the homecoming party-

JD: -sucking away at his slushee- Ahh, who needs some obnoxious jock party free for all when you can just freeze your brain, right Danny-Boy?

-Dan is just swirling his Cherry Coke slushee with his straw looking deep in thought-

JD: -frowns- You’re still thinking about Dumptruck, ain’tcha?

Dan: I hope she’s gonna be ok. I know the Getalong Gang set her up to fall with that note… -swirls more anxiously-

JD: -Thinks for a moment about his earlier conversion with Veronica while Dan was getting their drinks- Mmmn. -narrows eyes thinking about an impatient Heather Chandler yanking the surprised but annoyed Veronica out of the store- -Sighs- …Well as far as I’m concerned Miz Sawyer and Miz Dumptruck made their bed and they can sleep in it. -briefly pictures a stripped down to her bra and underwear Veronica cuddling with a similarly stripped down Martha like a body pillow in bed and is wondering what that says about himself…-

Dan: Dunnstock. -swirls a little slower-

JD: -sips and looks a little embarrassed- …Oh is THAT how you pronounce it? …I’m gonna have to redo that letter of recommendation lest they give Honor Roll to the wrong Martha.

-Both boys get a mild laugh out of that-

Dan: I tried to warn Martha though, but she wanted to see Ram so badly…

JD: -pats Dan’s back- Ah I’m sure Mizz Dumpstock’ll be fine. She’s uh… how do I say this politely… -ahem- got a VERY thick skin.

Dan: -doesn’t look convinced, but knows JD is trying and nods in agreement. He looks out the store window looking at the faint light show from Ram’s house in the distance-

-Ram’s house, music blaring, toilet paper strewn all over the house and trees, teens doing what stereotypical 80’s movie teens do everywhere-

-Veronica is enjoying a good buzz from her first hit of… whatever it was Green and Red Heather offered her-

-Kurt’s running around shirtless with two beers in hand, whooping and hollering like a guy at a college frat party, helping keep the party alive and crazy, as Thrash smashes a can on his head and joins Kurt in the hootenanny. Throttle just rolls his eyes and goes back to talking to a starry eyed Cheryl Rodgers while a jealous Betty Finn watches nearby. Tracey is laughing maniacally, carrying more TP outside with some other kids, Specs is chatting about Yattodetaman to a bored out of her gourd random girl, but Gold Heather, walking by with more Jell-O shots for the other Heathers and Veronica, looks genuinely interested.-

-Ram is by the coolers, nursing a Budweiser, and watching Kurt… being Kurt with the other assorted party goers, and can’t help but feel a sense of attraction and arousal. He smiles warmly and is blushing hard, how much of this is his inner gay attraction or the other Budweisers he’s already had is a bit unclear. This stops the moment Ram sees Martha come in carrying something, and he spits out his drink in shock.-

Martha: -waddles up to the stunned jock, smiling cheerfully- Hi Ram~!

Ram: -coughs hard, clears throat- M-Martha?!

Veronica: -still a little zoned, but sobers up more the moment she sees Martha- Oh no… She actually came… I gotta… -Takes a step towards Ram and Martha, but feels a hand gripping her arm-

Red Heather grins evilly, holding Veronica in place, with Green sharing the dark glee while Gold instead shares Veronica’s concern: Ah-Ah-Ah, Sawyer, let’s see how this plays out. Why it could even be… -all three girls in unison- scandalous, hahaha~!

Gold Heather: Showing up took some guts thou-

Green Heather interrupts her: But now’s the time to rip ‘em out! Right, Heather~?

Red Heather: Shaddup, Heather!

Green Heather: S-sorry, Heather…

Veronica: -glares at Red, but knows her hands are tied and just watches Martha and Ram despondently-

Ram: Wh-what are you doing here, Martha…? I can’t believe you actually… came…

Martha: Uh huh! And I brought Sparkling Cider~! -Proudly displays the comically large bottle she’s been carrying around-

Ram: -stunned but kinda playfully amused at her earnestness- Heh, yeah, look at that…! -finger guns hesitantly- But WHY are you here, this isn’t usually your thing…

Martha: Well… -blushing, shuffles in her pocket and pulls out the note- I wasn’t gonna come, but since you took the time to write this sweet note…~!

Ram: Note…? What note? -takes the paper and reads it in visible confusion- -He notices the ink is the same kind of blue gel pen Veronica uses, and side eyes a panicking, but restrained by Heathers, Veronica mouthing “Please no.” over and over nearby. He glances back at Martha, who’s just blushing and beaming, and his face scrunches in pained awkwardness realizing what’s happening.-

Ram: Oh right…. The note! The note I wrote. Me, myself and I. Yessire. Oy… -clears throat and hands the note back- All the, uh, party planning, and I just… -mumbles- forgot.

Martha: That’s ok~! (Ram: …It is?) I know the football star’s got a lot on his plate, but just the fact he took time out of his busy schedule to write me…! -looks dreamy eyed- It’s just like old times! It’s exciting, right~? -takes Ram’s hand absent mindedly-

Ram: Y-yeah… Mondo exciting… -blushing, knowing what she means, the days of their note passing in kindergarten and elementary school, his held, broad hand twitching a little in her softer, plumper, smaller hand, hesitating on whether to clasp it back-

Red Heather looks irritated her scheme seems to have backfired; Veronica sighs in relief and looks smug but genuinely surprised Ram is apparently playing along. Maybe Ram still harbors old feelings for Martha after all…?

-And then a shirtless, half drunk Thrash walks up to the two awkward teens-

Veronica: Oh no…

Red Heather: -says in deep voice like the Kool-Aid Man only more sinister- Oh yeah~!

Thrash: -gets Ram in a headlock- Great party, Sweeney! Just like I’d expect from my protégé! You’ve learned well!

Ram: -gags in confusion, pats on Thrash’s bulging bicep to let go-

Thrash: -lets go but only because he’s distracted by Martha- Hey what’s that swine Dumptruck doing here? Didn’t you see the sign? No fat chicks! Tell her, Sweeney! It’s your rule!

Martha’s beam starts to fade: W-what?

Ram: -pathetically attempting to stick up for her- Hey, she… I… I invited…he-

Thrash: -not listening, yanks the cider bottle out of Martha’s hands- Oh I get it, she brought a peace offering. -pops off the cork and takes a swig, grimaces and spits it out all over Martha- You dumb cow! There’s no alcohol in here! -smashes the bottle against her feet, splashing her even more- Are you trying to POISON me and mah boy here? -slaps a despondent Ram on the chest- -Leans into Martha’s face looking angry- Now beat it.

Martha: -drenched and shocked starts to break down and cry, she turns and runs, slips and belly flops in the ground, causing some of the guests who’d been watching the display to bust out laughing, the Heathers included naturally. Veronica just looks defeated, shooting Thrash and Ram a disapproving, tired look. Ram attempts to help Martha, but she slaps his hand away in anger, gets up and stumbles out, crying harder.-

Ram: -just stands there looking ashamed and conflicted as Thrash shoves a Miller in his hands- Crack open another case, bro! That land whale party crasher’s outta here! Hmm, who should we throw out next? Im pretty sure that dork in the 3D glasses snuck in here… -snaps fingers- Yo Kurt! Crasher in 3D, 12 o’clock! (Kurt: -looks up from trying to kiss an uninterested Cheryl- Wuhat?)

Ram: -growls, shakes the beer can, opens and sprays it all over a laughing Thrash, who unlike Martha is actually enjoying it. Ram, not getting the desired affect, stomps off in a huff-

A drenched Thrash stops laughing and looks confused: Hey where are you going, Super Star?

Ram: -shoots a cold look back, briefly thinking back to when JD leapt out of nowhere and punched him and Kurt over teasing Dan and looks confused and angrier- Leave me alone. -goes outside-

Throttle: -walks up- What was that about, Terrance?

Thrash: -has suspicions but shrugs it off- Ah Sweeney’s pry just wondering how he’s gonna clean all this up before his ‘rents come back. -pulls out another beer and swigs- Aaah, poor bastard.

#Heathers #ram sweeney #kurt and ram heathers #heathers fanfic #heathers oc #jd heathers #heather chandler #veronica sawyer #heathers the musical #heathers headcanons #heathers 1989 #heathers the movie #heathers au #blueike productions #blueike

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rosetheex-editor · 8 months

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[Video transcript begin.]

[The video starts with the camera being obscured by a jean pocket, before being brought out and put in a shirt pocket, the things in view being some vines cracked bricks and a doorway without a door. Before a person identified as "Rose" begins talking.]

Rose: ok cassius, i'm here, let's fucking get this over with.

[A laugh can be heard from an unclear direction, seemingly encompassing the whole space.]

Cassius: Look up!

R: fuck you mean ‘look up’?

[The camera moves as Rose looks up at the ceiling, nothing is there except more vines and broken bricks.]

C: Gotcha.

[The camera jolts suddenly as Cassius kicks Rose from behind.]

R: FUCK! ok jackass, you really want to do this?

[Rose grabs a knife out of her bag, as the camera moves again in rose's attempts to calm down.]

R: you never answered my question… why do this to me? to edgar? what did we ever do?

[Cassius stares at Rose for a few seconds, before devolving into a fit of screechy laughter, after around 30 seconds, he wipes his eyes, and turns back to Rose.]

C: You really don’t know?

R: no, you asswipe, i don't know you in fucking general, and edgar never told me if he knew you, so like, fuck you want for real?

C: You know what my job is? I’m in the PR department. I’m supposed to make sure Showfall has a positive public image.

R: and that has what to do with us? frankly i just want to move on from this showfall bullshit i'm getting real fucking tired of you dickheads.

C: They all say that, but they never move on. They never can. Which is why I have this job! Showfall needs you out of the picture to maintain their status. I’ve failed to destroy evidence before, but I sure as hell won’t now.

R: Yeah, blah blah blah. showfall can go shove it!

[Rose runs at Cassius attempting to hit him, but Cassius moves out of the way before Rose can connect on a punch.]

C: Not the brightest, are you?

[Cassius smiles as he pulls out a pair of small throwing knives, then fixes his shirt and cracks his neck.]

R: do you think i'm gonna stand here and let you hit me?

C: No! Where’s the fun in that?

[Rose runs back up to Cassius, missing on another punch, before running back.]

R: DAMNIT!

C: My turn!

[Cassius quickly aims and throws one of his knives at Rose, it can be heard connecting with concrete and clattering to the floor. Cassius grins at them, making it clear that he missed on purpose.]

C: Whoops!

R: fuck you… your job must really suck if you find it fun to attack random people.

C: You’re not random, Editor. We both know that.

R: oh yeah, what's so different? what's the difference between me and the other fucking people showfall has hurt!

C: There is no difference, you’re just the closest target. Wait– did you really think this would end with you? That’s selfish.

R: well… It can't be selfish if I'm here trying to protect people.

C: Honestly, you’re just as naive as your sister. A shame, what happened to her. A real fucking shame.

R: YOU FUCKER!

[Rose tries again to attack Cassius, this time with the knife, stabbing Cassius in the right arm before running back to reopen the gap.]

C: Rose, this is a throwing knife! You’re supposed to throw it at me, not just stab me! Here, I’ll show you.

[Cassius smiles and rips the knife out of his arm, before throwing it back in Rose’s direction. It hits the concrete again as Rose ducks out of the way, causing the camera to shake. When it can refocus, Cassius’ smile has faded slightly, his jaw clenched.]

R: fucking told you… i'm not just gonna stand there jackass! throwing shit is no good when the other person moves.

C: Hm, you’ve got me there! How about a little… Hand-to-hand combat?

[Cassius chuckles at his terrible joke as he drops the other knife, flexing his hands. There is a very muffled whirring noise as his fingers begin to contort, after a few seconds, the tips of his fingers have something reflective and shiny sticking out.]

R: knife fingers? you have to be fucking kidding me.

C: Mhm! Courtesy of Showfall Media!

[Cassius brings his right hand up and begins to sprint at Rose, preparing to stab her. But, at the last second, Rose sidesteps the attack, causing Cassius’ hand to be embedded in the wall behind her.]

R: who's the foolish one now, stupid!

[Rose roundhouse kicks Cassius in the head, knocking him out of the wall as she runs back, keeping her distance from Cassius.]

R: HA GOT YOUR ASS! what do you have to say now!

[Cassius stands back up, leaning against the wall for support, the claw-like knives have retracted back into his hands, leaving blood to trickle down the wall where his hand now rests. He stares at Rose, and grins. It looks unnatural on his face.]

C: Just this. If I did this right, he should be here in 3… 2… 1.

[Footsteps echo off the walls of the building as someone rushes to the room the two are in, as they approach, breathing can also be heard. It sounds panicked and heavy. Soon, another person enters. The camera turns slightly to reveal Edgar in the doorway, his hair full of leaves and twigs, eyes wide.]

R: EDGAR? WHAT THE FUCK!

Edgar: I saw the note, and you weren’t home, so I’ve been sprinting around the fucking forest for half an hour looking for you. Why the hell did you think going alone would be a good idea?

R: WELL YOU DO IT ALL THE FUCKING TIME, RIGHT? WHY CAN'T I?

E: Do as I say, not as I do! Also, it’s been established that whenever anyone does something alone it ends terribly.

R: AND THAT'S WHY YOU LEFT ME ALONE TO ALMOST DI…. NEVER FUCKING MIND I'M BASHING THIS FUCKER'S HEAD IN.

[Rose grabs a landline phone out of her bag, before sprinting at Cassius, smashing the landline phone into the side of his head.]

[Cassius falls back to the ground, and takes a sharp breath in, but doesn’t give her any other reaction.]

C: Good one, Editor! But if you really want me dead, you have to actually try to kill me.

R: SHUT THE FUCK UP!

[Rose hits Cassius 3 more times before speaking again.]

R: IS THAT WHAT YOU FUCKING WANT? IS THAT ME TRYING!

C: Still fucking breathing, bitch. Try again.

R: ROT IN HELL!

[Rose repeatedly smashes the phone into Cassius' face.]

E: ROSE. Jesus Christ! Stop!

[Rose stops, looking at her hands, now covered in blood, as she begins sobbing.]

R: i'm sorry… i'm sorry. i didn't want to do that again.

E: It’s fine, Rose, just– please. I know what it’s like afterwards. It’s not pleasant.

R: i didn't want to do that, i already hurt ruby i don't want to hurt anyone else.

[A raspy chuckle can be heard from Cassius.]

C: Are you really going to let this dumb mechanic tell you what to do? Kill me. You fucking won’t.

[Rose begins to pick up the phone but drops it, the camera shifts as Rose falls on the ground, Rose continues crying for a person identified as "Ruby" it seems this person is dead however.]

C: Yikes. Wrong choice.

[More whirring can be heard from Cassius’ direction. The camera turns to him as his spine seemingly expands outwards under his skin. Something pierces the skin in the direct center of his back. The camera remains fixated on the man as 4 large, sharp metal legs emerge, the appendages are covered in his blood, small bits of his flesh are also caught in small crevices. The legs lift him off the ground and begin to move him towards a nearby window.]

R: SHIT! HE'S GONNA GET AWAY!

[Rose pulls her gun out of her bag, but is already pulling the trigger as it faces Edgar, the camera still facing Cassius.]

R: go to hell!

[Loud noise detected. Confirmed sound: Gunshot.]

R: what….

[The camera turns around to face Edgar, there is now a gunshot wound in his left leg, Rose drops the gun in shock, before screaming.]

R: FUCK! EDGAR ARE YOU OK?

E: I– uh–

[He looks down at his wound, then back to Rose. He drops to one knee.]

R: DAMNIT!

[Rose begins crying again, in between trying to ask Edgar if he's ok.]

R: please just– just say you’re ok– i didn't want to hurt you.

E: I’m– I’m fine. N– nothing vital was hit, I think–

R: ok um fuck i'm calling 911! just hang in there.

[Rose grabs her phone, as she does the camera angle changes to Rose's blood stained shoes, her crying continuing.]

R: WHY THE FUCK IS THIS ON! TURN IT OFF TURN IT O–

[End transcript]

#((OOC) TW GORE WARNING)#encoreverse blog #showfall ask blog #((OOC) TW slight body horror)

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Demonstuck episode 1: “Weather Boy”

been a while since i wrote a fanfic and even then it was in an old journal i may or may not have let be lost to time. let’s do this and please go easy on me i’m dummy stupid and i’m still trying to read back to get the characters some degree of familiar.

It’s a quiet day in the house. A young man stands in his room and on this day it is… tuesday.

Your name is John, and you are a freelance demon hunter, which is to say- you sometimes go about and send demons back to wherever they’re from and receive money in the mailbox from an unknown source. It’s a bit sketchy where it’s coming from but less demons means less things killing wayward travelers on cold, lonely nights.

Earlier today your older brother, one Jake Harley, went out on one such demon hunting missions. He tends to be the one to actually go out and fight the ones with solid forms, beit through possession or just existing in a physical way. Often he returns home thoroughly whooped and bruised, but always, always- a toothy grin lazily smeared on his face.

And speaking of such missions, it’s usually around the time your brother would come back to the house… and by that you mean it’s an hour past that.

Maybe you should go find him. He’s probably alright, but it feels like a good idea to check regardless.

You tentatively exit your room and subsequently your house as well, fighting off worries that you’re just getting antsy and that Jake’s fine. At the same time you’ve got worries he won’t get back until midnight, long after the shitty microwave meals you made have gone cold. Kid Cuisine doesn’t taste that great cold, frankly.

The air outside is chilly, as does many an Autumn night up in northern Washington. You live in a typical house, 2 bedrooms, a bath, and also for some ungodly reason- this place’s defining feature is how close it is to rumored demon territories. It’s unclear to you whether it was a good choice for Jake to purchase this place before it got demolished.

But hey. A place is a place, one you’re leaving behind for maybe an hour at most tonight. Gotta find your missing brother, yada yada.

The night is dark, and getting more so every step you take. Thankfully your dinky little flashlight you’ve had since you were 9 is here to guide you. The little decals are long since faded and chipped away, but you can still tell it used to have some lightning mcqueen design on it. Kachow am i right?

It’s quiet outside, not a sound of squirrels clambering up trees, birds chirping love songs to each other, or even the sound of dubiously human footsteps crunching up nearby leaves. Seems ominous but you’ve dealt with spookier stuff.

You continue to walk down the trail that lead out from your house, staying squarely within its borders as if that actually means anything. Honestly it could just be slowing you down, but you continue along the path regardless.

You are now in the thick of it all, the deep part of the forest. This path is likely the only manmade thing in these entire woods, and even then nature is already taking its planty hands and reclaiming it for itself.

You call out for Jake. No immediate response. You call again, even contemplating actually calling the guy. ...

Oh wow you really should have done that before you left, huh...

...

Oh well, you feel like you’re getting close to something, that’s good enough.

One last call into the wild and green, to the wild and green. “Hey, where are you!?” ...

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“!!!”

Chapter Two: ==>

#demonstuck #homestuck au #the filthy homestuck speaks #the filthy homestuck writes #the filthy artstuck #the filthy homestuck arts #homestuck #john egbert #homestuck fic #homestuck fanfic

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Chapter I, “Prologue”

Hey Upper East Siders, Gossip Girl here. Your one and only source into the lives of Manhattan’s elite. I have the biggest news ever. One of my many sources sends us this: Kaluna Caitlyne: Out with the old, in with the new. Here’s to a whole new Meeeee. Rest assured; you’ll get to know her quite well just by reading the following contents of this page.

✿ ⊹ ✿ ⊹ ✿ ⊹ ✿ ⊹ ✿ ⊹ ✿ ⊹ ✿

As a form of introduction, her name is Kaluna Caitlyne. You are welcome to call her Kaluna, Luna, Lunya, Cait, or any nickname. Just so you know, she’s prefer to be referred to with she/her pronouns, and she is no longer a minor. According to the Myers-Briggs Type Indicator, she falls under the INFJ-T personality type. (Whoops, The Advocate people). If there’s anything you’re unclear about before we proceed to the next chapter, shelve it for now and pick it up again later. Soooooooo, bye.

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chericeblog · 1 year

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Chapter I, “Prologue”

Hey Upper East Siders, Gossip Girl here. Your one and only source into the lives of Manhattan’s elite. I have the biggest news ever. One of my many sources sends us this: 'Cherice: 'Out with the old, in with the new. Here’s to a whole new Meeeee.' Rest assured; you’ll get to know her quite well just by reading the following contents of this page. Don’t believe me? See for yourselves.

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As a form of introduction, her name is Amore Cherice. Is it something that could be interpreted as beloved and sweet? Ugh... she’s got a way with words. (Nevermind). You are welcome to call her Ice, Cherie, Amora or just Cherice. Oh, she’s open for a new nickname. Just so you know, she’s prefer to be referred to with she/her pronouns, and she is no longer a minor. According to the Myers-Briggs Type Indicator, she falls under the INFJ-T personality type. (Whoops, The Advocate people). If there’s anything you’re unclear about before we proceed to the next chapter, shelve it for now and pick it up again later. Soooooooo, bye. Gossip Girl here and no one knows that better than Gossip Girl.

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mechanicalinertia · 2 years

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STMPD Recommends Bubblegum Crisis Fanfiction: Ryan Xavier's A Killer's Heart

I keep putting off reviewing Yours Truly, 2032 because I have such goddamn mixed feelings about it, and yet here I am writing about a fanfic I also have really mixed feelings about? Classic STMPD. Whatta guy.

Anyway! A Killer's Heart! 5 parts, with the first 4 parts available on the ol' Usenet mirror here, and all the parts available on a still-active Tripod over here, on a site Ryan eventually retrofitted to be all about Shinji x Rei in Evangelion.

It's a hard fanfic to recommend. But recommend it I will, because although it starts off really really really uneven, it gets better. Which is a recommendation I hate to hear from people regarding anime, but I guess that goes to show how much of a BGC superfan I am, eh? That I'm rereading this fic and powering the fuck through the cringe to the based.

Ultimately, how tolerable A Killer's Heart is highly dependent on the state of its arguable main character, Jason McCormick / Nicholas Brady. He's your typical Badass Male OC, for the most part, a Sexaroid rigged up as a mass-murder combat model with hypno-eyes and other Sexaroid gizmos hinted at in the RPG and OVA 5. So he's got a trenchcoat and a shortsword and a handcannon that fires motherfucking HEAT rounds and sunglasses and smokes like a chimney to keep the pheromones off of people. And that's the crux of what makes A Killer's Heart's first part so unbearable - Nick Brady is a massive prick in a favorable situation to be a massive prick.

So the whole story is an AU, okay? Wherein Brady is sort of 'unlocked' by Largo for reasons unclear to us, so he saves Meg and Lou (two of the dead Sexaroids from Moonlight Rambler. They're terrified of him. He enjoys that. They go to Earth, Brady becomes a merc-slash-Boomer-repair-guy, and ends up with Sylvie's corpse delivered to him. Throughout all of this, he is, as I said, an annoyingly massive prick. And it doesn't help that the author's commentary at the beginning also comes off as massively salty too. Take a look at this opening set of notes for Part 1:

"This is my first BGC fanfic, but I'm not making excuses. I put my all into this one. Anyway, the part of the series that I liked the most was the part about Sylvie and Anri; intelligent machines fascinate me. More importantly, Sylvie had a really hot ass. I thought it sucked when they died, so I did something about it (whoops, there goes the plot, NOT). In case you're wondering, most of this story (from the fourth section on) takes place some time after BGC #8. Feel free to criticize the timeline if you want. I'll be happy to ignor...uh...read your criticism."

"I have seen AD Police Files, as well as Bubblegum Crash!. After about a microsecond's consideration, I decided to forget that both series were ever made. So you can basically assume the events detailed in those series NEVER HAPPENED. If you see any cues from those series, forgive me; it seemed like a good idea at the time."

"OK, I have a few succinct rules about the characters in BGC : 1. If they are a boomer, or their name starts with an "L" or ends with "Stingray," they are cool (go on, admit it : even Mackie has his moments). If they are a screen-hogging, red-eyed singing bitch who should have died back in episode #1, they are most decidedly not cool. These opinions may or may not be reflected in the story."

So you sort of know what to expect, at least in Part 1 out of five very long parts. Here's Priss sulking around trying to figure Brady out; Here's Brady butchering and decapitating Boomers and occasionally vampirizing a human or two; here's Priss being tsundere for Leon (ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh); here's Brady bullying Meg and Lou for no good reason. Xavier does have Nene and Mackie finally hooking up and Nene living in Sylia's (Silia is how he spells it, which is somehow even worse) apartment, so that's okay, but on the whole the first part and the first chunk of part 1 is just so, so, so uneven. (It also doesn't help that Part 2's author note also insists in kinda salty terms that Priss isn't a 'lesbo', soooo... yeah. That's your prerogative, Xavier.)

And then things start happening. In order to reactivate Sylvie's brain, Nick ends up briefly fusing with Sylvie's personality, and this, uh, it mellows him out some. Lo and behold, Nick Brady starts to grow a goddamn conscience, starts to back down on being an absolute sadist. Sylvie takes on some of his personality traits, and by part 3 or 4 they're basically a bickering Rumiko Takahashi couple, which is... actually somewhat amusing. Things just keep on happening, even if there isn't a whole lot of good old-fashioned hardsuit action until part 4, the character dynamics are interesting enough to keep me relatively engaged. It's weird, it's not a very action-heavy story, but there's still enough going on, especially once Largo resurrects (so much for not taking from Crash, huh?), to keep someone like me engaged.

Maybe it's just that however basic Brady's arc from sadist to sad sack is - as he begins to die due to various Boomer-related complications - incredibly compelling. For example, he vampirizes a guy and hates himself for doing it, then quickly externalizes those feelings of loathing onto Sylvie, claims it's all her fault, which feels - natural? Like something an emotionally stunted murderer faced with his own mortality would do. By the time he's kidnapped Sylia at the end of part 5 for Largo, it's clear he's incredibly desperate, broken down, and because of who he was at the start - so much of a boring-ass OPMC type - it's satisfying to see that Xavier can drag the story in a different direction than other fanfics of the same era.

Alas, it's unfinished! Has been since 2001. One more part, Xavier said, and he never put that one more part out. But what's there, you know, the 5/6ths of the story that is present, is solid, solid stuff. Shit, even the fight scene in Part 4 is one of the more awesome things I've seen in BGC fanfic, even if Xavier sees fit to mangle the shit out of poor Nene in a weirdly brutal way.

In the end, A Killer's Heart is a good fanfic. Read it, skim the first chunk as quickly as you can, enjoy silly scenes like Sylvie unzipping her riding suit and causing car crashes, cute things like that. Have fun, folks. It's hard to do that sometimes.

#stmpd reviews bgc fanfic #bubblegum crisis #fanfiction #bgc #fanfic rec

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DeForest Kelley, Trackdown, “Quiet Night in Porter” (1958)

Continued from here.

Well, the doctor done went and blabbed, and Tom (De) is pissed. He’s set to administer a butt-whooping, but his brother has a better idea: handcuff the lawman to the bed with his own cuffs. First, though, Tom has to get them, which he does in the absolute goofiest-looking way possible (#6).

The brother then takes the doctor out with him to find their mom, I think? (Sorry, I’m a little unclear on that part, was distracted by the concept of being handcuffed to a bed with this guy as a guard. 😏)

#sorry but #i couldn’t have been the only one thinking it #rly wish there were a fic market for obscure 50s westerns #deforest kelley #western!de #trackdown #classic tv #50s westerns #don durant #robert culp #dk gifsets

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There is a reasonably large amount of posts this week dedicated to Nace, Ace, Nancy and Park and even Fanson but the only spotlight Bess has gotten so far is when she's involved in Nace shenanigans and I'm here to remedy that.

Bess's plotline this week was very interesting because other than like the 1st and 2nd episode she's been very vocal about supporting Temperance. However, she's made a very sudden switch this episode because of the whole 'physically turning into Charity' thing. She's starts having very legitimate doubts about how good Temperance really is because what good person would do that and yada yada yada, this turns to Bess questioning her own judgement.

Now we have to keep in mind what Bess's background is. She grew up in a crappy East London neighbourhood, her mother kicked her out when she was 14 and she was taken in and groomed by an older man until she was about 18, which was when she got him arrested and fled to Horseshoe Bay in search of blood family that would accept her. And when they finally did, the older man came back into her life and framed her to get her kicked out of the family. Bess is also the character behind Nancy with the most love interests

(Nancy had Nick, Owen, Gil, Tamura, Park and obviously Ace. Bess had Lisbeth, Odette, Addy and Temperance to some extent. [Let's toss in the others while we're at it. George had (yuck and we do not talk about it but we do acknowledge it from time to time) Ryan and Nick. Nick had Nancy and George. Ace had Laura, Amanda and Nancy] so that's 6, 4, 2, 2 and 3. Nancy's winning by a landslide. I got distracted sorry.)

My point is, let's look at Bess's love interests.

Lisbeth was the first real romantic relationship Bess had but they broke it off (??? It was very unclear) when Bess wanted to protect Lisbeth from the knowledge of her imminent death. Miscommunication ended their relationship.

Bess's relationship with Odette was a more unconventional type, considering Odette was stuck in her best friend's body. I feel like in the back of her mind, Bess always knew that she would have to say goodbye but she still fell for Odette anyway. And then, when it came down to George or Odette, Bess had to choose to break her former lover's soul in two to save her best friend's life.

She got off to a rocky start with Addy and very hopefully they become a serious couple but that's just it. I'm pretty sure that for now they're just going on a few dates with nothing serious yet.

Older guy is a dick and I want him to come back solely for Bess to beat him into a pulp

And now interestingly, Temperance.

Bess started defending Temperance after Temperance taught her magic which was in (I believe) 3x02. Interestingly, in 3x01 when she's warning Ace about Betram Bobbsey, she makes a speech about how to lure in a mark and @the-magnificunt has made a wonderful analysis about it here.

After that, Bess was the only Drew Crew member to defend Temperance, usually from Nancy. Until 3x09 where, and I agree, it's fucking weird to take in your dead daughter's body as your own.

And there's a whooping 7 episodes in between where she's steadily defending Temperance.

Judging from the timeline (which is absolutely whack with only an average 24-36 hours in between), Bess has been defending Temperance for about 2 week. Which might not seem much (or at all really) but for this show, a lot can happen in 24 hours. And Bess has nearly two entire week of decisions to reflect on.

The cracks are first there when she finds Kegstand. But Temperance managed gaslight gatekeep girlboss her way back into Bess's trust

Yet when Bess finally breaks free of the rose coloured glasses she had when she looked at Temperance (that's thus transferred to Nancy), I am damn well sure that she's kicking herself for not looking into Kegstand more.

And what other cracks has she ignored? What other abominable acts have Temperance committed? She's a 200+ year old morally grey witch and she's definitely not a saint. But how far has Temperance went before? More than taking on her daughter's body? Less?

Bess doesn't know. And that terrifies her.

Because older guy had seemed sweet. Older guy had taken her in after her mother kicked her out. He must be a good guy to help her, right?

Wrong.

And we all know it. And Bess knows it too. But how long did she ignore the signs until she couldn't take it anymore? Until she saw his manipulations plain as day?

And Bess's remembers her helplessness against him and says no to Temperance.

No, you don't get to use me anymore.

No, you don't get to manipulate me like a puppet for your own amusement.

And most importantly:

No, you are not touching my friends, my family, my everything.

And that's why she was lashing out at Eve the entire time. She was so raw from her realisation that Temperance was not a saint and that her judgement was wrong, so wrong again, that she took it out on the first suspicious character she came across.

'Trust you gut,' said Eve.

My gut is wrong, thinks Bess. It's wrong it's wrong it's wrong. But you're sending out so many suspicious signals that I think that you're worse.

And you know what? Bess isn't Bess in the next scene. She's Nancy. Because Nancy Drew is always finding out the truth and Nancy Drew was right about Temperance.

Bess breaks into Eve's car and looks through her luggage, which is exactly what Nancy would do. And she finds evidence.

(Why should it matter that the evidence is wrong? That Anthony had probably planted the expensive watch there himself and that Eve had nothing to do with it? She thought Eve was sus and for once she was right. There was more to the story and Bess Marvin found it.)

So at the end of the episode, she channels her inner Nancy once more and goes to Icarus Hall to get evidence that Temperance is planning something big. (Because in 3x09, Bess and Nancy have successfully switched positions on the Temperance front.) But it's not enough to try to get evidence. Not if Temperance has put up security measures.

And you can see just how desperate Bess is when the letter goes up in flames. Because for once she was right. She'd hit jackpot.

Temperance was bad. She had evidence that Temperance was bad. But no one will believe her.

And like the evidence, like Icarus, little Bess Turani flew too close to the sun in search of the truth and burned.

#I'm tired and I hope this is coherent #nancy drew cw #cw nancy drew #bess marvin #nancy drew #ace [redacted]#ace [hardy]#george fan #ned nickerson #nace #fanson #temperance hudson #nancy drew meta

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