#EVERYBODY SHUT UP ITS BEEN 5 YEARS

[gunsatthaphan]

"I now have the courage to do things I never thought I'd do."

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[bellewintersroe]

Max Verstappen X HornerDaughter!

Part 7, here’s the LINK for part 6.

Max throws a luxurious 26th birthday on a yacht in Monaco. Despite it being a fairly civilised meet up the drinks flow a little too easily when the majority of guests have retired for the night. Leni finds herself being one of the party goers drinking with Max until the late hours of the morning. Things only get a little too out of hand from there.

warnings: no spoilers but obviously alcohol consumption, swearing, Max and Leni are giving each other the eyes 👀 mentions of specific antics I will not go into detail about. Taglist: @ironmaiden1313 @callsignwidow @fangirl125reader @norassimpingzone @roseseraj @eugene-emt-roe @copper-boom @its-elias-world @cassiopeiia24 @larastark3107

“Happy birthday! Happy birthday!” I cheered, the birthday boy holding a hand out for me as I climbed on the boat, handing Max the biggest bottle of alcohol and a card over.

“Leni!” He exclaimed catching a sight of the present. “You didn’t have to!”

“No it’s fine, you should celebrate with it.” I wobbled slightly before setting my feet down on the ground below. “Thank you.” He smiled, rubbing my arm slightly. “It’s okay.” My voice cracked slightly as I had to force myself to tare my eyes to the other guests on the boat. Amongst them were Max’s mum and sister, whom I’d got along with so well over the years. I was relieved to see them here, alongside a couple more familiar faces I’d met over the years. ”Leni, it’s been too long!” Victoria stood up, welcoming me in a tight hug, one which was followed from his mum. “I know it’s been ages. When did I last see you both, last year?!” “In Abu Dhabi!” Vic immediately began snorting out laughter as I attempted to muffle mine, the memory of how plastered we both were after Max had been crowned champion was hilarious. We did things that were super messy and ever since it had been our inside joke. “Oh..” I cleared my throat. “Was it really that long ago?”

“Yes. I’m surprised you’re not still hungover.” Her voice wobbled from laughter. “What, I don’t get it?” Max approached, touching my back gently before sitting down besides where I stood.

“You wouldn’t.” His sister responded. “I probably am.” I answered her question with a giggle before we returned to our seats. I purposefully sat a little away from Max, especially seeing as his family was here. I didn’t want them to think anything was going on between us, not that it was- but I did want something to happen. Well, partly, the other side of me was playing devils advocate and told myself it was too early after his previous breakup. Even I was in a full fledged relationship only 5 months ago, hell I didn't think I’d thought about my ex once in the past two months, but I had to rationale the time frame before letting myself fully grow feelings for Max.

My mind was a goldmine for overthinking. It was hard not to, even when he was next to me, the warmth of his skin would brush against mine and I’d move away, but only after I’d experienced the way my cheeks warmed, or how my heart would skip a little, stomach would churn, or I’d experience the overwhelming sensation to move closer to him. Fuck! “Are you still with your boyfriend then, Leni?” Sophie asked me as I smiled gently, shaking my head. “No, we broke up a couple months ago now.”

“Oh.” She nodded as I awkwardly smiled, gripping my glass of champagne.

“He wasn’t a really nice boy though, was he? You could do better.” When she did that, I noticed how she eyed Max up slightly who sat besides me, innocently swigging his beer.

“Probably… has my dad been telling everybody about this or?”

“Actually Max told us.” She nodded as I almost choked on my drink. Max looked towards her as if to say ‘shut the hell up’ before I began laughing.

“You’re just as bad as my dad.” This time, I placed a hand on his arm. “They gossip all the time!” Victoria added on as my hand slipped off, shaking my head. “And they say girls are bad…” “Well are you going on dates, Leni?” Sophie asked again. Max let out a groan, “mum, we don’t have to talk about this now.”

“No it’s fine.” I reassured Max. “I’m not, nobody’s asked me.”

“Max ask her on a date.” Sophie immediately spoke, speaking deadpan serious. Victoria and I began laughing at the bluntness behind her words, but when I glanced over to Max I knew I’d needed to save him from such an awkward situation.

“No, no, I’ve seen a couple guys, but I wasn’t really interested.” “Well, I’m sure you’ll find somebody very soon…”

As the night continued we’d sailed further out, lingering not too far from the harbour when we’d dropped a few people off to go to bed. It was 2:30AM and despite the fact we weren’t allowed to play music, the 7 of us that were left were playing all kinds of stupid games.

“I’ve got a game! I’ve got a game!” Maria, who was a girlfriend of one of Max’s friends announced excitedly. “It’s like would you rather, but it’s not would you rather, because we don’t play kids games anymore.”

“Okay..” Ben, her boyfriend waited patiently. “So you have to say like ‘Ben would you rather drink this drink or that one’, and whatever you pick you have to do.”

“Alright, alright.” Max agreed, clearly pretty drunk if he was agreeing to play. “Would you rather, Ben, jump in the water or drink three of them.” Max pushed forwards 3 cans of beer.

“Well, seeing as we’re not allowed in the sea…” he reached out for the alcohol, making a start with his chugging skills. I cringed, praying I wouldn’t get such a difficult question. Who would’ve thought the game would turn so silly so quickly, when people began kissing each other, I’d already polished off way too many drinks.

“Leni!” Somebody called out. “Strip off your dress or take your underwear off.”

“Oh my god.” I laughed, knowing some of the other girls had already done the same. “Neither!” My response was met with protests. “You just want everybody to go commando!” I pulled on the strings of my underwear, not believing I was doing this at all. People wolf whistled and I rolled my eyes, sticking my finger up at Henry who had sent the request out of several other girls. From besides me Max was snickering like a child.

The game was still going heavy with four of us left, Ben and Maria, and Max and I. I found myself with a blanket Max and I shared wrapped over both our shoulders, huddled closer together.

“Leni sit on Max’s lap or give him a lap dance.”

“I don’t know how to give a lap dance!” I exclaimed in my defence, feeling Max’s arm shift down onto my lower back as I shuffled onto his lap, sitting across him with a casual arm over his shoulders comfortably. The alcohol was making me fidgety, I’d craved nothing more than this, I didn’t care about any prior doubts I had. When Max’s other hand rested on my lap, beer in hand, I gulped nervously.

“Max, now kiss Leni or throw her in the sea.” Despite my lack of sobriety I knew I was blushing a vibrant pink colour, giggling towards the Dutch man. “You can throw me in the sea, Max.” I teased. Max was smiling, borderline grinning in amusement. He took my cheek with the hand that still held it beer and we shared a peck on the lips, one that ended so fast I barely even felt anything.

“Oh, do a real one!” Maria groaned, swaying. “Like this-” Ben pulled her in closer, arm wrapping around the back of her neck as they shared the most sloppiest kiss I’d ever seen. Max and I both grimaced, blinking away. They weren’t stopping. “Ew.” Max muttered as I laughed.

“Go around the other side of the boat if you’re gonna do that!” The driver exclaimed as they actually stood up, ‘sneaking’ away on Max’s half-joke.

“Oh my god.” I exhaled in amusement, glancing back to Max. My legs were fidgeting slightly, and being alone in a position like this was making feel all hot and bothered.

“Jesus.” Max muttered as I glanced back down to him, amusement spread across both our faces. Max’s eyes fell to lips and I felt a burst of energy, excitement, an overwhelming desire to lean in. It must have been a mutual feeling, because his hand reached up to touch my face again, bringing me in for a kiss which happened so quickly my drunken mind couldn’t comprehend it.

The kiss was warm, his lips were plump and smiling against my own. We laughed as we kissed one another, butterflies filling my stomach as I placed another hand on his chest. At first it seemed playful, borderline not even real. We were giggling into the kiss like we knew we shouldn’t have been doing it. It seemed to come out of nowhere, but I wasn’t complaining. Max was a good kisser, even if we were both shit-faced. His lips moved against mine, beer discarded to one side as he deepened the kiss, pulling me in closer to his lap with a hand on my waist.

We were giggling, like children, and when a funny noise emerged from the two stumbling around on the other side of the ship I turned away and let out a louder laugh. Max exclaimed one of his own too, hugging me closer with a hand on the side of my hip. I felt his chin rest on the bare skin of my shoulder, eyeing my body up from where I sat.

“They’re so drunk.” I managed to squeak out, like the two of us weren’t absolutely rat-arsed. “I know.” He snickered, I turned back down to him and we shared a few more kisses. “What’re we doing, Max?”

“I dunno.” He laughed, kissing me again. I hummed out a giggle, deepening the kiss. I could feel his hands beginning to press on me, finger tips digging in as he pulled me even closer. Our tongues moved against one another’s, and we were fully making out. In fact, when I’d shuffled even further onto Max’s lap, I could feel something pressing against my thigh. He was fucking hard, oh my god. The thought felt alien to me, the fact I was sitting on my good friends lap, making out and he had a whole fucking boner. It turned me on to say the least.

It wasn’t until the boat docked up at the harbour that we broke apart, his hand digging deeper into the flesh of my thigh, as though he was desperate for more. My core was throbbing for him, I hated to sound so crude, but I was so desperate for him it was pathetic. Maybe it was a good thing that we were both a little too drunk, Max attempted to swig the last of his drink, but in return he heaved all over the path on the way to get a ride home.

“Oh, no, Max!” I scurried away in a fake disgust. Truth be told I went home and threw up more than I’d liked to have admitted that night (or morning) and passed out on the bathroom floor. Only future Leni would have to worry about the events of the night which just unfolded…

#max verstappen imagine #max verstappen fanfiction #max verstappen x oc #max verstappen x hornerdaughter #F1 x reader #f1 x OC #f1 x hornerdaughter #Horner daughter

[mars101]

5 Reasons To Love Lee Juyeon

☆ PAIRING = juyeon x reader

☆ GENRE = established relationship, pure pure fluff, i love love so much :<

☆ WARNINGS = reader is shorter than juyeon, eating, one use of y/n (i tried not to use it for once :<), pet names included: sweetie/sweetheart (to reader) & hon/honey (to juyeon)

☆ WORD COUNT = 3k?? or 2.9k??? one of those

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★ SYNOPSIS = "What made you love me?" a question not usually asked when it's your eighth year together. but juyeon was just so curious, so here's five reasons why (and how) you fell in love with lee juyeon.

★ RELEASE DATE = 02.14.24

★ PLAYLIST = 💌

★ AUTHOR’S WELCOME = happeeee (late) juyeon day !!!! i love you juyeon ☹️☹️ ok now its happy valentines day !!! lolol i was supposed to post this for his birthday but it was still a wip 💀 so now happy vday juyeon !! ok bye enjoy this pls (NOT PROOFREAD OR BETA READ BTW)

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Date: Feb 14th, 2024

“What made you love me?”

Juyeon’s sudden question made you stop mid-bite into your food. His tone makes you think he's playing around but when you look up at his face, he has a serious but curious expression displayed.

“So suddenly? Uhm…”

His eyebrows raise in curiosity as he awaits the answer. Mouth parted while he nods gesturing you to go on.

“You're you.”

“Huh?”

“I love you because you're Lee Juyeon”

The male pouts as a blush paints his cheeks, “I wanted to hear specifics. Like, like… you know!”

You chuckle at your lover's reaction and caress his hand on the table. “I'll give you specifics then, alright?”

“More than alright”

“Hmm let's see…”

No.1: “Lee Juyeon is a caring man.”

Date: Feb 14th, 2019.

Valentine's Day 2019. The day you weren't able to go on the date the two of you had planned for weeks because you had a fever.

The two of you have been calling each other all day, hearing the sound of his voice made you feel better each second.

During the whole call you heard rustling in the background but decided not to comment on it until you heard him walk out his house and enter his car.

“Juyeon..? Where are you going?”

“….Nowhere.. where are YOU going…?”

Once he returns the question back to you, the two of you say nothing. The voice of Juyeon’s gps tells you everything you need to know as you hear it say your street name.

“Juyo.. You shouldn't come over, I don't want to get you sick”

“Who said I'm coming over? I'm not coming over, just going somewhere..” He continues to act clueless the whole car ride, dodging questions and comments as he makes his way to your house.

Even as you watch his car pull into the driveway next to your mom's car, Juyeon still tries to act like he isn't at your house.

“Sweetheart, I don't even get what you're saying. I'm at home, is there another handsome, tall, kind, sweet, and did I say handsome man you're seeing?”

The phone hangs up as the doorbell is rung. Outside the window, you can see Juyeon on the steps to the door. Red roses hidden poorly behind his back.

“Oh! Didn't think I'd be seeing you here hon”

“This is my house.”

You sigh as Juyeon happily skips his way into your house, ignoring the sniffles of your nose and coughs escaping your mouth. “Juyeon you really shouldn’t be here. Even if it’s Valentine’s Day.” Opposing to your words, you shut the front door behind you.

“But if I wasn’t here, how could’ve I brought you these flowers?” He pulls out two bouquets of roses from behind his back, “One’s for your mom, because she's so sweet for having to deal with me here everyday”

Juyeon opens his arms with a big smile, “A small cold isn't going to stop me from showing my love for you” Your engulfed in his hold as he rests his head atop yours. “Sadly, I don't think anything will stop you Juyo.”

“Nope!” He pulls his head away just to come back and plant a kiss on your forehead. “Whether you're healthy or sick, I'll always be here beside you.”

No.2: "Lee Juyeon is a romantic man."

Date: Feb 14th, 2021.

Everybody knows what happened this year, no need to explain it. Juyeon was thanking the gods for the fact that the year prior, he came up with the idea for the two of you to move in together.

But there was one problem this Valentine's Day. He couldn't go out to get flowers this year. To him, it's the most important part of the gift. He didn't need to go out to get your gift because he got it a year before. But the flowers! What's February 14th without the surplus of flowers in the air?

A day before Valentine's Day, Juyeon did the last thing he thought he would be doing. Googling last-minute gift ideas for Valentine's Day.

It took an hour for him to find something to replace the missing flowers and it was perfect. Especially since they were easy to personalize. He's lucky they're easy to make too as he finished them while you were sleeping and hid them in his bedside drawer.

“Good morning, Juyo Honey~ Happy Valentine's Day!” You softly kiss his cheek, and he rustled awake at the warm feeling.

He blinks his eyes open and squints as he takes in his surroundings. Once his eyes land on you, they widen, and a soft smile makes its way onto his face.

Juyeon’s hands lay on your cheeks as he brings you closer to him for a soft kiss. “Happy Valentine's Day, sweetheart. Sorry I didn't make you breakfast in bed this year, I stayed up making you something last night.” He yawns and does a big stretch.

“Hon, you don't have to apologize.. I'm happy just staying here with you for hours- Wait made? Don't tell me… You made another giant card filled with pictures and glitter??”

“No! Come on, sweetie, you know I try not to repeat gifts. It's something even better,” He turns to his bedside table and reaches into the bottom drawer to get the first gift for you.

A gasp leaves your mouth as you lay your eyes on a bundle of paper flowers made by the man next to you.

“Juyeon! What- I- When did you make these? And how long? Oh my” You sit up, and the bundle is placed on your lap.

“Made it last night after you fell asleep. Only took me about… three hours?”

“I fell asleep at ten… You stayed up till one to finish these?”

“Well yeah, I was missing only the flowers this year. I had to find a way to have them for the day.”

Your face drops at his words, “There’s more..?”

“We're baking a cake together, I got the ingredients delivered.” Juyeon pauses before glancing towards the closet door, a common spot for hiding gifts in the household. “And there's a giant card…”

“Oh no…”

“It's confetti, not glitter this time! So there's a difference!”

No.3: "Lee Juyeon only has eyes for you."

Date: Feb 14th, 2016.

”sent to lee juyeon”

”For: lee juyeon”

”can this go to juyeon?”

Your school was doing a cute Valentine's Day event, pay a dollar or two to send your crush or lover or friend a simple carnation rose. Seems cute on paper, doesn't it?

Yes... But all the work of delivering flowers on Valentine's Day is as stressful as staying in class for the whole day. Who knew flowers could start so much drama?

People coming to the busy student council room and yelling at you because their flower wasn't sent first, couples sending flowers to other people and confessions. Way too many confessions.

Someone at the center of a majority of these confessions is Lee Juyeon. Last year his friends, Younghoon and Hyunjae graduated so now it's like all the confessions piled onto him.

“Flower delivery!” You knock on the classroom door, and the teacher inside gasps at the amount of carnations you and your fellow council member were holding.

“Oh my! Is there one for every student? Why is there so much?”

“All for Juyeon.”

“Oh..”

“We'll be back here don't worry.”

Valentine's Day was never your favorite holiday, why show all your love for someone on one day when you can do it every day?

The door to the student council room slammed open before you could even touch it, another annoyed and entitled student bursts out. Your friends inside sigh at the outburst.

“Oh Y/n! There's something up with this one flower” Yunjin beckons you to the table with notes and letters. “Did you plan on confessing to Juyeon today? Because if so, you made a mistake on the form.”

“Confessing on Valentine's Day? I thought you knew me by now. Let me see this.” Before you can take a look at the note, it's snatched out of Yunjin's hand.

“Eric?!? What the??”

“Oh uhm… I'll go and deliver this flower, hold up.”

“But you're on writing duty! Your handwriting's the best-”

“There’s two piles done!”

Eric runs out the door with the note, grabbing a red carnation to complete the set.

“It's everyday with this kid.. Sorry Y/n but, do you think you can go and bring him back. Easy way to get a small break from delivering flowers”

Yunjin looks at you with a pleading look on her face, and you send a nod and a thumbs up her way as you head toward the door.

Luckily Eric didn't wander far and good thing his voice carries across the hallway as you were able to find him quickly. Oh! He's talking to Juyeon..

“Dude! You're lucky I got a hold of the note before they did-"

“Eric? You keep on running off. What's the excuse this time.”

“Uhhh….” Eric's like a deer caught by the headlights as he thinks about what to say, “This is my excuse” He pushes Juyeon towards you and runs back to the student council room.

“Hi..”

“Hi Juyeon, don't worry, all of your flowers were delivered. You don't have to go home with like three piles of flowers-”

“This is for you,” The boy in front of you holds out the red carnation. He looks away from you with blushing cheeks and shy eyes. “Happy Valentine's Day, Y/n.”

"What the fuck???"

After the initial shock fades away, you find yourself softly smiling at the surprising actions of Juyeon. Hands reach out towards the flower in his hands, “Happy Valentine's Day, Juyeon. Are you free after school?”

“What?!?” His head flinches to your direction and his eyes widen, “Me? I mean, I think so.”

“Juyeon, do you want to go out on a date with me?”

He's left speechless at your boldness, his face almost as red as the flower in your hand.

“Of course!”

No.4: "Lee Juyeon always knows what you need."

Date: Feb 14th, 2022.

“Are you sure you can drive yourself back home?”

“Yes, hon, I'm sure. And I'm already halfway there!”

“Okay okay, just making sure..”

You were currently on your way home from work. Yes, you were working on Valentine's Day, unfortunate, right? Plans had to be rescheduled due to the sudden schedule changes your boss made without warning.

A bouquet of roses rested in the passenger seat next to you. Waiting to be gifted to your lover, “Juyo, When I get home, do you think you can-” Through the phone, a loud crash is heard, followed by a faint ‘oh no!’, “Juyeon.. Are you okay?”

“Sweetheart.. Why are the suitcases on the highest point of the closet..?”

“Because we never go any…where….”

“Oops…” Juyeon hangs up the phone right as you pull up to the house. Your keys rattle in your hand as you unlock the door, roses in the other hand.

Juyeon is nonchalantly sitting on the couch like nothing happened, “Oh hey! How was work?” He gets up to embrace you and plant a kiss on your forehead.

“Hon you can't just ignore what you hinted at just now.”

“Hinted?? What did i hint at? Ha.. Oh, wait! What's that over there??” Juyeon points to a random object behind you, and foolishly, you turn. The bouquet is snatched out of your hand, and Juyeon bolts into the kitchen.

“Juyeon!-”

Laying across the kitchen table were rose petals. They formed a heart around an envelope and your passports. Inside the envelope was confetti and a printed out paper conforming the plane tickets of Juyeon and you to Italy.

“Don't worry, I contacted your boss for the days off. He's actually weirdly nice, asked me if I wanted a job.”

“You.. booked us a flight to Italy…”

“Yeah, sweetheart you've been working so hard these days. You were literally just on shift not even an hour ago, and it's Valentine's Day. My love needs a break, I know there's a bunch of stress bubbling inside that pretty head of yours.”

Juyeon pulls you closer to him, his hand stroking your head, “You've been doing so well, sweetie. I'm here whenever you need me.”

You bring your arms around his waist as you bury your head onto his body. “I don't know what I'd do without you, Juyo.. Every year, you always manage to show me up on Valentine's Day, though.”

“I think it's because I'm better, haha!”

“I'm throwing my luggage at you later.”

No.5: "Lee Juyeon loves you."

Date: Feb 14th, 2024.

“Why'd you ask me that question?”

Juyeon’s eyes start to waver across your face, his hands resting beside him as he leans back into his chair.

“No reason, it's just.. did you notice it yet? The flowers..”

Your eyes land on the flowers sitting on the side of your kitchen table. A mix of red and pink roses fill the vase. One flower sticks out from the rest, a red carnation.

A soft smile appears on your face, and fingers reach out to softly caress the flower. “The first flower you ever gave me.. How sweet” Your hand softly grabs a hold of the flower, pulling it out of the vase.

“No wait!-” Juyeon was cut off by the sound of something falling off the carnation's stem. His hands were quick to grab the object before you noticed what it was. “Uhm…”

“Juyeon… What fell from the stem?”

“What fell from what? Haha.. More like, what's that over there?!?”

“I'm not falling for that again.”

“Oh.”

Juyeon sighed and mumbled under his breath, “You know what, I was going to wait till after we finish eating, but why wait any longer.”

He stands up from his seat and makes his way around the table until he's right by you. The male grabs ahold of your hand as he takes a seat next to you. His lips softly make contact with your knuckles, and his eyes lock onto yours.

“Juyo..? What.. What is this..?”

“Something I've wanted for years, a romantic dinner in the house I share with the person I love the most.” Juyeon says with a soft smile, his thumb caressing your hand. “Can you believe it's already been eight years since I confessed to you?”

“Eight years already? That's so weird. It felt like only a few years ago. Maybe it's because when I'm with you, you always make me feel like a high school student with a crush.”

He chuckles at your words, “Valentine's Day has always been a special day for us, hasn't it? I can’t wait to spend more and more years with you.” Juyeon pushes himself off the chair and onto the ground on one knee.

“Your shoelaces are untied-”

“Juyeon I'm not wearing…shoes..”

Your words trail away from your mouth as Juyeon looks up at you and reveals the object he that hid from you, a ring. In his hands lay a sparkling and beautiful ring.

“What the fuck?? Juyeon?-”

“Ever since I met you in senior year, you've been the only person on my mind. My mornings start with you, my nights end with you, and my days are all about you.” His shaky hand comes back to your own, and he holds on tight.

“You are the light of my life, and I knew you were my one true love since you made that same reaction when I confessed to you. So… will you let me spend a lifetime with you by saying yes?”

By this point, both of your eyes are watery, but the love in each other's eyes is visible through the blury tears.

“Will you marry me?”

“Get out! Of course I will!!”

★☆★ AUTHOR'S GOODBYE = technically, its still valentines day… so i made it before the deadline hehe anyways thank you for reading i love yall and shout out to all the hotties out there mwah byebye

☆★☆ TAGLIST = @sanasour, @boomhoon, @loonaluvz, @deoboyznet

#deoboyznet #tbz imagines #tbz x reader #the boyz drabbles #the boyz imagines #the boyz x reader #juyeon x reader #lee juyeon x reader

[katherinecrighton]

Nuts and Bolts: Some Writing Advice

(Reposting a 2013 post from the Anna Katherine co-tumblr)

A friend of mine awhile back asked the aether for some practical, straightforward writing advice, which I assumed meant nuts and bolts stuff.

This is what I ended up writing to her.

(Caveat emptor: 1. The reason advice looks contradictory is because it literally is different for everyone — shit that works for one person won’t work for someone else. Just stick it in your toolbox and move along. 2. I will say obvious shit that you already know. Because it’s possible somebody else doesn’t. 3. You may totally disagree with anything/everything I say, oh my god, that’s fine.)

1. Use the word “said.” Throw in a “she declaimed” every once in a while if you like, but don’t do it all the time. Feel free to put in no dialogue tags at all, if it’s clear who’s speaking. But “said” is free and generally invisible to the reader (and the goal is to not remind the reader that they’re reading).

2. Writing advice for short fiction and writing advice for novels are and writing advice for one genre versus another are all going to tell you slightly (or wildly) different things. So, you know, watch out for that. I suggest switching mediums entirely, and try reading up on screenplays or three-panel comics.

3. Stick your finished draft into a Kindle or some other robot reader, and have a mechanical voice read the story to you. It’s a step removed, and you’ll hear where it clunks. Make notes as it goes.

4. If you don’t have a robot reader, read it out loud to yourself. Actually out loud. Put check marks wherever you cringe. It’s where the reader will likely cringe too.

5. Start your story at the point of change. It’s more interesting. Backfill with exposition a couple of paragraphs later.

6. Sometimes, if I’m writing a one-off, I pick a motif and stick with it as a lodestone for all my descriptions. It’s a way of creating a sort of subliminal mood and atmosphere for the reader, while at the same time maintaining a nice sense of continuity.

7. The English language likes to hear things in threes. Three bears, three nights, three wishes, and what with one thing and another, three years passed. English also likes iambic pentameter and any other rhyme or rhythm scheme it can get its hands on. Readers want language to both have a pretty meaning (three brothers seek their fortune) and a pretty sound (now is the winter of our discontent). The fastest way to do this, and not have it be totally obvious, is to combine the two. Have three lines of description, three examples of something, three jokes — and do it semi-regularly. It creates a rhythm in your work, like a heartbeat. Study other people’s stories and see if you can find where they’re doing the same or similar things. Count stuff.

8. Then, later, fuck with your readers by breaking the rhythm. Stop the heartbeat. Miss the step. The reader will get nervous and uncomfortable and have no idea why. Makes for good tension.

9. Other things that make readers uncomfortable: Set dressing. We’re used to visual mediums. If you want to set up a really uncomfortable scene, describe key things around it going in, and make it clear that it’s Not Okay. A pair of scissors that have been left half open. A door that is not entirely shut. A radio caught between two stations, the garden hose still left running. Nothing overt, nothing obvious – just stuff that feels uncomfortable to read. Do enough of those in a row, as you head toward a confrontation, and the reader will be a ball of avidly reading tension by the end of it. 

10. Graphic sex scenes are equal to action scenes. In both instances, know where everybody is, and what everybody’s doing. Describe with more physical action than you think is necessary. If the reader doesn’t know where everybody’s limbs are and what tools are being used, then they’ll get confused and bored. You can always edit later.

#katherine crighton #writing #nuts and bolts

[vriskabot]

do you have any davris headcanons?

i saw this ask the instant it came in and i could not believe my EYES. trust when i tell you ive been typing FURIOUSLY in the meantime okay. okay headcanons. -dave has always been a little genderweird and vriska putting makeup on him when she was bored one night unlocked his third eye and now he cant stop putting red shit all over his eyelids -vriska has also always been genderweird and you can see where im going with this. -she steals his clothes ALL the time -he pretends to hate it when she gets her disgusting $5 perfume stink all over said clothes but you know he loves that shit (and she knows it too) -flaming bisexuals -once theyve been together for a while they are THE most "i am going to have the longest silent conversation with someone across the room you have ever seen in your life" -they both think they can read each other like a book but in truth its only about 60-70% accurate -the inaccuracies are always funny as fuck though and 9 times out of 10 its some entirely off the wall MADNESS due to their upbringings they think is entirely normal. the conversations that directly follow these revelations are legendary amongst the extended crew and every single one thats happened in a public memo has been screenshotted by basically everyone they know -speaking of which. i dont think they dm for basically anything ever. they either have conversations right in the GC (sometimes in the middle of other conversations, which karkat fucking HATES, especially when they flirt with each other) or they speak in person/over the phone. no in between -they flirt with each other all the time and its disgusting but its incomprehensible to literally everyone else. vriska tells dave she found some gnarly roadkill and sends coordinates and dave is like "babe stop not in front of everybody" -she used to send pictures too but that got shut down real quick and now thats really all she dms him for -i dont think vriska likes it for the same reasons dave does but he did absolutely get her into the weird and wacky world of vulture culture. dave likes the wet specimens the most but vriskas a fan of bones and taxidermy -speaking of which. this is more vriska/troll-centric but i love the idea of vriska being able to eat bones. dave gets the same schoolboy "oh my god this is so cool" kick out of it every single time -im well aware that music is a time thing but i genuinely cannot comprehend a world wherein vriska is not a music girlie. this definitely did a lot of the heavy lifting in The Early Days because when youre emotionally constipated sometimes you gotta let a song do the talking FOR you -vriska 100% introduced dave to crunkcore and he got way more into it than she ever did. he listens to 3oh3 religiously -dave samples vriska on his tracks all the time because she CANNOT shut the fuck up. he also likes taking pictures of her but even after years together he still kinda keeps those to himself and gets flustered when she finds one -man i just really love the idea of them being fucking obsessed with each other. they rag on each other ALL the time because thats just how they feel the most comfortable being affectionate but at the end of the day they snuggle up all soft and quiet and just enjoy being with somebody who understands how hard it can be to even allow that to happen in the first place -they ARE super casually affectionate with each other though, even in group settings. i dont think theyd like grand pda like kissing or saying 'i love you' in public but personal space just doesnt really exist for them. they hang off each other and sling legs over laps all willy nilly -they also stim on each other. dave likes to play with her hair while hes talking and vriska likes to play with his hands/fingers when shes bored this post is so LONG i could keep going for days. please always ask me about davris, especially if youve got more specific questions!!!

#homestuck #dave strider #vriska serket #vriska #davris #davevris #we8comic #ironies in the fire #q+a with vel #Anonymous #SORRY I KINDA WENT OFF #please everyone talk to me about davris For Ever

[ladykailitha]

Ser Stephan of Harring’s Town Part 5

Tag limit is 20 (which we haven’t hit yet)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

This was fun because it is based a on actual one-shot I DM’ed. Yeah, the barbarian knew what was up in that one, too.

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Eddie was having fun. He had devised the most heinous, hideous, horrifyingly good murder house. Essentially the party had been drugged at the local tavern and locked up inside this house where everything was trap that could (and if he was honest, probably would) kill them.

Everyone started off separately and finally got together to try to escape this house once and for all.

“The room you are in has three winged-back chairs, a side table filled with all sorts of liquor in various bottles and containers. There is a beautiful dwarfish rug on the hardwood floor. There is a small round table with two glasses one filled, the other empty. There are many paintings decorating the room, all of them of the same man in different stages of life. Some young, some of his handsome youth and distinguished middle age, but only one of him in his advancing years.”

“I step into the room,” Mike said.

“Do the rest of you follow?” Eddie asked.

Everyone nodded.

“Everybody make reflex saves!”

The party groaned but did as they were told. Thankfully they all passed. Erica and Steve by the skin of their teeth, but they passed.

“The door slammed shut behind you with a large gate dropping down in front of the door, sealing you in. A beautiful crystal hour glass with green sand slowly lowers from the ceiling. The sand barely beginning its decent to the bottom. A voice rings out: ‘You have one hour to escape this room and my mansion for good,’” Eddie said the last part with a rich, posh accent aged up and worn. “Roll spot checks!”

They all roll but only Will and Lucas succeeded. He pulled them aside (Steve hasn’t quite learned how to not meta game yet) and whispered to them. They walk back to the table.

“I tell the party–” Lucas began.

Eddie tutted. “Ah-ah-ah,” he said wagging his finger. “Role play it.”

Lucas sighed. “You don’t make Steve role play it.”

“That’s because we’re still teaching him the game mechanics,” Dustin defended. “We’ll make him role play next time.”

“Yeah,” Will agreed. “You’ve been playing long enough to be able to.”

Steve flashed Lucas a reassuring smile. “Plus, I’m supposed to be a fantasy version of me, doesn’t take much role playing that. Come on, you can do it.”

Lucas took a deep breath. “It’s not just the hour glass that’s filling with sand, if you look at the walls, you’ll see that they have sand pouring down them.”

Eddie grinned. “Everyone now can see that the ranger is indeed correct yellow sand is sliding down the walls and will fill the room in the hour allotted.”

“Can I blast our way out?” Will asked.

Eddie shrugged. “You could try, but a fireball in a small room like this, is more likely to kill the party.”

Will nodded.

“Well,” Dustin said. “Most of the traps have been puzzles, so there is probably a puzzle here we need to solve.”

Steve frowned. He didn’t want to ask his question out loud in case they made fun of him. So he pulled out a piece of paper from his bag and jotted down a note and handed it to Eddie.

Everyone else was talking over each other trying to find the puzzle.

Eddie looked up from the note and smiled softly. “Make a spot check, Steve.”

Mike whipped his head to face them. “What?”

Steve rolled the dice. “I got a seventeen.”

Eddie nodded and wrote something on the paper that Steve had handed him.

Steve read it and then folded it up. “I just had a question.”

“About what?” Erica asked.

“I don’t wanna say,” Steve said, ducking his head. “You’ll think it’s dumb.”

“You don’t have to tell them, Steve,” Eddie said. “You can keep what you learned to yourself.”

Steve shrugged. “The room just felt off.”

Mike rolled his eyes. “How can an imaginary room feel off?”

Steve blushed. “You don’t have three chairs in a sitting room,” he whispered.

“Are you serious right now?” Dustin said. “That has got to be the most bullshit thing I’ve ever heard.”

“That’s why I didn’t want to say,” Steve said.

Eddie eyed him for a moment. “Let’s take a break. Don’t worry, I’ll pause your time so that you don’t die.”

They grumbled and filed out to use the bathroom and stretch their legs.

“You okay, man?” he asked Steve once most of them had gone. “You usually snap back them when they get like this.”

Steve sighed. “I just don’t have the confidence with this game. I want to bitch back, but they have years of knowledge and experience of this shit and I know that Dustin or Mike is going to pull up some rule from Rangers Fifth Guide or whatever proving me wrong.”

Eddie nodded. “You’re right about Mike, but it will probably be Erica instead of Dustin. They’re what are colloquially referred to as rules lawyers. Players that have studied the every rule and every book front and back and can quote it back to you ad nauseum.”

“Great,” Steve muttered.

“Except that they know that with me,” Eddie said with a grin, “that I don’t follow the rules.”

Steve looked up. “You can do that?”

“It’s what’s called a homebrew game,” Eddie explained. “I set the rules and they are expected to follow them. Because here’s the thing, Steve. Will could blast his way out of the room and as long as the squishy ones are in the back, you’d probably all survive. But I told him no, because I wanted everyone to solve a puzzle and not use violence to get their way.”

Steve blinked. “Oh. So I don’t need to know all the rules to play?”

“Yup!” Eddie smiled. “So don’t let the little shits get to you, okay?”

Steve nodded and he straightened up.

They came back and started arguing about the puzzle again. And every time they suggested something Steve would shoot it down, only to be backed up by Eddie.

Finally Mike snapped when they only had nine minutes left. “If you’re so god damn clever, you figure it out.”

Steve smiled, smug. “The largest painting in the room is of the old man that locked us up in here. So I asked Eddie to describe the painting.”

Dustin frowned. “What’s so important about a damn painting?”

“It’s the only one of him as old and Eddie told me that it shows the whole room,” Steve explained.

“The whole room?” Lucas asked incredulous.

“Yup,” Steve said, popping the P.

“Everybody make spot checks,” Eddie said with a grin.

This time because they had information from Steve all but Mike’s paladin succeeded.

“The painting shows the old man sitting in a green winged-back chair with a glass of wine at his side on the round table,” he filled them in.

“Okay...” Will said, an idea brewing in his head. “You know what that means, don’t you, Sir Stephan?”

Steve grinned. “Match the room to the painting.”

Suddenly the room erupted in dissent.

“There’s no way it’s that simple!” Dustin protested.

“Five minutes, my intrepid heroes,” Eddie said, pointing at his watch.

Mike rolled his eyes. “What choice have we got?”

They remove the full glass from the table and fill the empty one with wine from the side table. The pull the yellow and red winged-back chairs off the side so they can put the green one in the middle.

One minute remaining.

“It didn’t work!” Erica screamed as the room was nearly at the top of the walls, within seconds it would fill the room killing them all.

Steve grinned. “I go over and sit on the chair.”

Eddie grinned back. “As soon as Sir Stephan sat down the hourglass stopped spilling into the bottom and the sand in the room vanished. The iron grate rose and the door opened.

“A voice rang out: It appears you have beaten me this time, but always keep a wary eye over your shoulder’,” Eddie said in the same voice from before. And then he stood up and bowed.

Everyone started cheering and jumping on Steve congratulating him. Steve looked over at Eddie who winked.

Part 6 Part 7

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[imitationgame77]

Musings on "(Faked/Temporary/Apparent) Death of A Significant Other" in Fiction

[Mentions contents from Network Effect (The Murderbot Diaries), Sherlock Holmes, BBC Sherlock, and House, M.D. (Season 8), Good Omens. So, potential spoiler]

Losing someone you love is probably the most traumatising experience that can change you forever. In "Life Change Index" by Holmes and Rahe which gives a score (max=100) that indicates how much stress a mojor/minor change in life causes. Since even potentially good change, like starting a new jow, can cause some stress, it includes both positive and negative life changes. But "Death of a Close Friend (37)", "Death of Close Family Member (63)" have high levels of stress, with "Death of Spouse" comes to the top with 100 points.

It is also stressful to experience loss vicariously through books, dramas, and films. Even when they are fictional. When it comes to a temporary loss, however, it is a different matter altogether, I think. I may go as far as to say we actively love it. Pain of loss, anguish, followed by joy of reuniting with the loved one - which we probably do not get to experience (even vicariously) in real life.

The most classic example of "turned out to be actually alive!" is, Sherlock Holmes by Arthur Conan Doyle. Holmes leaves a farewell letter to Watson, with forensic? traces indicating he fell into the Reichenbach Falls with Moriarty. Watson being a Victorian gent, he does not describe how he fell to pieces. But when Holmes dramatically re-emerges 3 years later, Watson promptly faints. Then

Watson is delighted! He does not seem to mind that Holmes had led him to believe that Holmes was dead for 3 years, without a single note to say otherwise.

In BBC Sherlock, John Watson living in the 21st century was not so stoic in his response. At Sherlock's "death", John first fell to pieces, requiring him to go to see a therapist where he admits that Sherlock was his best friend. When Sherlock reappears with awkward cheerfulness, John punches him in the face after recovering from the initial shock. And stays very angry for a while, feeling betrayed by having been left to grieve for so long (2 years).

In House M.D., which is basically a medical drama version of Sherlock Holmes, with his best friend James Wilson, House also fakes his death. At his funeral, everybody tries to say something nice about House, but Wilson, angry with grief, calls him arrogant, accuses him for never caring for his friends. Then, gets a text message from House, "SHUT UP YOU IDIOT". House had to go to jail over petty crime for 6 months, when Wilson had only 5 months to live due to cancer. House sacrificed the rest of his career to spend the rest of Wilson's life together.

In Good Omens (Netflix version), when Aziraphale got inconveniently disincorporated, Crowley falls to pieces. Giving up on the idea of running away from Armageddon, he tries to drown his sorrow with drinks. When Aziraphale manages to find him there, Crowley immediately notices and gets delighted, even though Aziraphale was still without body and invisible.

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The point I think I am getting to here is that "apparent death of a character, followed by a sort of resurrection" seems to be done in fictional creations when the said temporarily-deceased-one has a significant other that would take us (reader/audience) through anguish, followed by almost painful joy.

Thus, it makes sense to me that in Network Effect, it is Perihelion (aka ART) that would make the protagonist Murderbot go through grief by its apparent death. (Well, it was a death, for a while.) Obviously, MB would be devastated if it lost any of its humans. It cares for the PreservationAux colleagues deeply. But in addition to the fact that it would be a lot harder to resurrect a human (augumented or not) in a story later, it had to be ART, because as the author herself said in her interview, it is probably 'the love of Murderbot's life'.

It is noteworthy to say that MB itself did not give name to its emotional experience, because it probably did not know except that it was a very strong, very negative emotions. Its instant hatred towards those who killed ART and subsequent crippling grief become apparent to the readers through what Amena notices. Its pain is strong and raw, so much that even when MB is simply saying, Ugh, emotions, we feel its grief. And when finally we get to the part with:

All the lights in the control area went dark, then blinked back to life. Simultaneously all the display surfaces around me flickered, went to blank, then flashed reinitialization graphics.

And ART's feed filled the ship. In the pleasant neutral voice that systems use to address humans, it whispered, Reload in progress. Please stand by.

[ ..... ]

Then ART's voice, ART's real voice, filled the feed. It said, Drop the weapon.

Relief and joy we experience is almost heart-skippingly painful. Even though MB's response is more BBC Sherlock's John than the original John Watson, we know how much it must mean to MB. I re-listened/re-read that part at least 10 times.

It is also worth noting that ART also seems to love "pain of loss followed by joy of reunion/resurrection". In Artificial Condition, when a major character died in Worldhoppers, MB had to pause seven minutes while ART sat there in the feed doing the bot equivalent of staring at a wall, pretending that it had to run diagnostics. Then when the character came back to life 4 episodes later, ART was so relieved that they had to watch that episode 3 times before going on!

After long ramblings, my conclusion is, temporaly death of a significant character in fiction is good. More significant the character to the character we can emphasize with, the more painful the loss, and more delightful the reunion. John Watson is the love of Sherlock Holmes's life. Aziraphale is Crowley's. ART is Murderbot's.

#tmbd #murderbot #perihelion #bbc sherlock #sherlock holmes #good omens #faked death #house md #murdermetamay #the murderbot diaries #murderhelion

[roman-is-roaming]

Eyes Don't Lie

KÖNIG x MALE READER

warnings: Angst , Fluff , smut , a hint a fart

(A/n: I'm back! I am currently still working on my book and still animating! Time to stress relief by writing smut!!!)

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Colonel König, everybody knows him. He recently got promoted from a Sergeant to a Colonel. His eyes and body language says it all when he heard about his promotion. His eyes were beaming with joy and he could not stop fidgeting, mainly because of his anxiety. He has especially requested to not announce it to a best friend of more than 5 years, you. You and him were inseparable, literally. You both were like two locks clicked together, capable of overcoming obstacles and challenges together and that is what made both of your bond unique. He promised to keep you safe from harm and you promised to have each others backs no matter the cost. He was always beside you, out in the field, during break times and even having rooms right beside each other. It was nice having him as a friend, you both even had matching sweaters that you both grrw out of as the sweaters were made 4 years back.

"MEDIC!" Your teammates shouted as they carried you on a stretcher. The light on the ceiling irritated your eyes. Your breathing was unsteady and inconsistent, as if your lungs were ripped out of your chest. You choked on the blood that was stuck in your throat. Drops of dark red blood was left behind as your teammates were running to the medical room. The sight of you was horrifying, your teammates looked traumatized by looking at you. How bad was your injury? How did you even manage to survive that explosion? Where was König?

You were then settled down on a surface that was cold to touch. "This won't take long, (c/n). Try to stay alive." The medic then put a mask over your nose and mouth, causing you to inhale the anesthesia. Your eyes fluttered shut slowly, the last thing you heard was: "how do we tell Colonel..."

Which Colonel were they talking about?

You woke up feeling sore and weak. You groaned and shuffled your legs around the bed. "(y/n)?" You heard König's voice but it was coming from the outside. "I know, Colonel König. I think it's best if you let him rest now and back up a little bit, it takes time for him to recover from such experience." A medic told him.

Colonel König?

"König?" You called out. You could see his shadow getting bigger as he approached the door. "(y/n)..." He slowly approached you and cupped your face. "I should have never let you out on that field." He mumbled to himself, loud enough for you to hear. "You assigned me to go out in the field?" You raised an eyebrow. König eyes widened as he realised what he had just said. "You're a Colonel...?" You looked at him in his eyes. He felt the urge to come up with so many reasons but... Eyes don't lie, his eyes says it all.

"Congrats, Colonel König. How long have you been keeping this from me?" You chuckled as you leaned back on the bed. You eyes weren't as bright as they used to, König noticed. Sure you were happy for your friend but, why didn't you promote too? You were still stuck on the role of a Sergeant. After all, you were beside König and you were on the same level as him but he got the promotion instead.

"(Y/n)... Please I.. I know its-"

"More than 5 years, König. All these years, I have been friend zoned by you whenever people asked what was our relationship. I kept it from you and now this? You kept this secret from me for what exactly?"

"I didn't want to hurt you-"

"Hurt me? Well guess what Colonel. You made me feel like a shit hole. I can't believe I'm saying this but I actually had feelings for you, I thought I could finally trust someone and love them but I guess not."

König saw the tears swelled up in your eyes, he did not know what to do or say. You pushed him away and wrapped yourself in the covers, hoping all your worries and thoughts would just go away if you kept your distance away form him. You loved him but you had that jealously in your head that overpowered every other thought. "I'm sorry I just can't process right now." You said in a cracky voice.

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König was in his room, beside yours. He fidgeted with the photo frame of you and him in the matching sweater. A knock was then heard by König. "Come in." He said. It was Soap. "How are ya?" He sat next to König on the bed. "It's just... I don't know. All I see in his eyes is fear and hatered." König brushed his thumb across your face on the photo. "Do you like him too?" Soap asked. König nodded. "I thought he wouldn't feel the same."

"Try out your shot, you can't just start avoiding him y'know? I mean sure he needs space but you have his phone number right? Go ahead text him." Soap said, as he stood up and patted König's shoulder.

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K: "(y/n)?"

K: "I know you're reading this... Please (y/n)..?"

(n/n): "I'm outside your damn door open up I'm going to fall down and break into Lego pieces."

König opened his door and saw you. You both settled down on the bed and it was so awkward. He held you hand and breathed slowly. "König are you having a panick attack?" You asked. His turned to face you and locked his green eyes with your (e/c) eyes. "Ich mag dich... wirklich sehr." (I like you... I really do.) He said, as his eyes turned watery and hung his head low.

"Colonel König, look at me." You demanded. He looked up at you with sad puppy eyes. The next thing he knew was that his lips met yours as you lifted up his mask. He melted into the kiss and wrapped his arms around your waist to deepen the kiss. ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~

How did this all happened?

You and König were naked on his big ass bed. You saw his dick and wow, shiver me timbers down your spine. You were horny but at the same time, scared. How can that fit in you? You gulped and König noticed your nervousness. "Liebe (love)... You're in control." He carrassed your waist to calm you down. Oh how those words made you feel more relaxed. You lowered yourself on him and heard him whimper softly. Once he was fully in you, you started to move up and down. You moaned and accidently placed both of your hands on his chest. "S..shit." you cursed out. "You're doing... Mm... so well..." He said, containing his moan in. As you continued to move up and down, König touched your sensitive areas which was, obviously, your dick like that's so simple your dick is the most sensitive why wouldn't it be?

You felt overstimulated, he would not stop touching all of your sensitive areas. "K... K-könig.. Pleas...please.." you stuttered. He chuckled and kissed you. You moaned loudly as he bucked his waist up, causing his dick to go in deeper. In that moment, he and you came in the same time. Tears rolled down your face as you finally felt relieved after cumming. Your vision was blurry and you panted, a lot. Your eye lids slowly shut and you passed out on König's chest.

You were half asleep but felt a warm touch you. You fluttered your eyes open, it was König. "You're awake, I'm just cleaning you up." He said as he kissed you on the forehead.

Aftercare was great. You could lie with König and somewhat feel his pecs, amazing feeling.

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omg I can't believe I wrote smut!!! L to the O to the L!!!! Anyways requests are open!!!!! Anwyays thank you ya hip hip hooray huzzah!!!!

#cod mw2 x male reader #call of duty #könig mw2 #cod mw2

[sometipsygnostalgic]

So I’ve been developing an AU where Bow and Entrapta swap places! 

Here are the key points of this AU for Entrapta:  

Entrapta is Glimmer’s cousin, the child of one of Micah’s more distant non-magical siblings. When she lost her parents as a kid she was alone for a little while, and after people caught on there was some debate with whether she should go to Castaspella or Micah. She had no  magical powers so she went with Micah, and was effectively raised as Glimmer’s older sister. 

She’s about 3-5 years older than Glimmer here. 

Entrapta lacks her hair powers and has less tech advancement, so she is a bit of an underdog in the Rebellion. People are not afraid of her here, they underestimate her but she’s still a chaos gremlin who loves technology and machines, and adapts quickly to new challenges set in front of her.

Somehow she still gets Emily. She builds tiny robots. I’m going to struggle to stop her from trying to befriend Hordak and Catra.   

Glimmer is largely the same, except without Bow around during her childhood as the Voice of Reason, so instead Glimmer and Entrapta take turns being the voice of reason (though if you ask Glimmer she will claim she is always the sensible one).  

Adora and Entrapta should not be allowed in a room together. Adora’s storyline might get challenged if she has Entrapta there pushing her towards chaos and asking questions about how She-ra works and why Light Hope is stealing energy from the runestones.  

Their core conflict is that Glimmer has all of the expectations placed on her while Entrapta is seen as a bit of a disaster nobody, and nobody has any expectations of her. So from Entrapta’s POV, everybody believes in Glimmer and nobody believes in her, she’s the Amethyst of this situation and the black sheep, while from Glimmer’s POV, she is fighting so hard to be her best self at all times to break out of Angella’s shadow, while Entrapta never takes anything seriously and does pretty much what she wants. .  

Entrapta’s relationship to Angella is pretty awkward and complicated, because Angella is so focused on Glimmer. Entrapta doesn’t call her “mom” or even “aunt” most of the time, just “Angella”. However Angella does truly care about her niece.  

Bow meanwhile.... 

Bow is the Prince of Dryl and in charge of the kingdom already. Bow never really wanted to be a Prince but takes his responsibility very seriously and has pushed down all of his own desires in order to live up to his fathers’ expectations. His fathers love him very much but, like in the show, he thinks if he does a bad job then he will be letting them down, and they fail to recognise that he’s unhappy. So, Bow shuts things out and becomes a pragmatic character.  

Bow’s technology is very polished and he rarely has experimental mishaps but he’s not as into it, he doesn’t see his robots as people for example. Bow has a utilitarian approach to technology and his work serves its purpose perfectly and is well-tested before use.  

He doesn’t have any close friends, though he is very good in social situations as always - he has lots of practice. Bow is a charmer among the boys and girls, in COMPLETE contrast to Entrapta. However, he never gets to truly connect to people, as genuine as he comes across. 

Bow charms Glimmer pretty hard when they first meet, she gets a crush on the guy and there’s something about her that he likes. When she gets kidnapped at Princess Prom he offers his support to rescue her. 

Bow is presumed dead after No Princess Left Behind (and I’d do a much more convincing job than the show did here...) but in reality he decides to join the Horde because he thinks they can help him advance his technology and the Rebellion is a disaster so he thinks it’s the only way to safeguard his family and kingdom.   

Glimmer is Fucking Pissed when she finds out and she thinks Bow is a douche now but they do interact again. Oh god I turned them into Glitra 2.0.  Bow’s relationship to Catra is nothing like Entrapta’s since he isn’t in it for the friendship and she doesn’t interest him much, but Bow actually warms up greatly to Scorpia. Bow loses his shit constantly at Hordak’s weird technological choices and isn’t afraid to call them out.  

Over time Glimmer starts to realise that deep down Bow is a dork. Bow wants to use a bow and arrow and bare his abs, but is stuck using useful weapons and robots and dressing like a sensible person. He is a very repressed individual and his banter with Glimmer and other characters reveals the cracks in his cool facade. Eventually he learns to embrace his dorky side and stop hiding from his emotions. 

So the purpose of this AU is mostly to show how Bow and Entrapta would be different if thrown into each other’s circumstances, namely their relationship to technology and to heart:  Entrapta’s connection to these things is part of her very soul, I reckon, or at least she’s always going to be autistic and have the experiences that lead her to relate to machines. She can find love in technology and that is what she focuses on.  However Entrapta’s technology is very chaotic and prototyped, she could have been far deadlier if her distractability and sheer love for science didn’t get in the way of the whole “making weapons for the Horde” thing. But she is a chaos gremlin through and through so that’s not going to happen. In these circumstances she’d struggle a lot with the inability to escape social situations but also have more support pillars from Glimmer and Adora, and can look out for them too.   

Bow meanwhile CHOOSES to embrace love and connection, it’s more socialised into him by his parents, and I think there is an unexplored more jaded side to him, that we see sometimes like in Reunion where he hides his identity from his parents. I think Prince Bow, a version of him without Glimmer in his life, would be very susceptible to pressure and would make pragmatic choices over following his heart. I also think he would be far more efficient and deadly at tech than Entrapta because he doesn’t get distracted, but at the same time, she’s always going to figure out his work and keep up with him for as long as he isn’t truly passionate about it, and what Bow is passionate about is his arrows. That’s his dream, to become an archer, but he doesn’t think he can follow it.    

So yeah Bow is basically Equius Zahhak but more likable. Also he was meant to have a goatee but I only remembered to draw it in one panel. Since Entrapta’s hair isn’t magic she just cuts it short.

#she ra #spop #glimmer #bow #entrapta #my art #adora #nerd swap au

[male2mutt]

character building questions! prime numbers for the last oc you thought about!

oh shit THANK you omg omg

im thinking about my dnd/terrave oc hecla hespenhide...

2. she is so so reserved to call anyone her friend. maybe the only two ppl would be the soul-enfused automaton she made, erebus, and her teacher and headmaster arriana zolne-dragomir. even then, one of them she *made* and the other shes studied under for 30 years

3. mostly everybody. shes autistic and doesnt really have any reservations about acting weird around folks. if anything, shes more out of tune with her own emotions than other ppl are

5. hecla has only ever cried a handful of times and cannot do it on command

7. she really would only notice if you called out her full name. those closest to her could maybe get her attention with a "hesp"

11. a dead giveaway is that the real hecla wouldnt even bother trying to convince you shes the real one shdjfkh

13. she fakes a smile for crowds, when she has to. for Important People arriana introduces her to, for people who are interrupting her

17. what she notices in a mirror is fraying edges, broken clasps, loose threads. what others notice is that she looks so intensely tired, even when shes happy

19. she shuts them out. she could go for days without saying a word to them

23. her best friend, erebus, has almost no memories from when its soul was alive and walked the planes. but i dont think *she* knows she feels guilty about it. she wouldnt let on

29. incredulousness! this woman studied for 30 years at an academy that only requires 5-10

31. given that shes been stranded in a frigid wasteland for 5 years? she just survives it

37. hmmm.... shes worried she doesnt actually feel anything serious for anyone. shes worried shes just using everyone around her, without meaning to

41. shes picked up so many mannerisms from arriana that if she wasnt dwarven (and arriana elven) more ppl would assume their connection is familial

43. she doesnt understand ppl who havent Accomplished something. she was absolutely raised to be a workaholic

47. 👀... the first automaton she made. hes sitting in a closet in her study

53. arriana.

#that last question is........... foreboding #hecla hespenhide

[effervescentdragon]

i agree that you seem great for fic recs so I wondered if you have any nico r fic recs? i’d really like to see him as more than just a background character as Lewis’ toxic ex <3

hi anon! thank you so much for this ask, i was gonna do it yday but i was way too drained, so thank you for waiting! i do have some nico fic recs, coming under the cut! as usual, mind the ratings and warnings yourself, bcs i'm mostly providing my own feedback and feelings about these fics! :) i'm picking the ones that stayed in my mind pretty much rent free. <3

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again, first, ultimate, absolute winner about characterisation in my eyes is @kritischetheologie and Everybody Wants To Rule The World. it's the fic that made me completely unhinged, one of the best, morally grey, insanely well written fics out there, which i adore with my whole heart. it's a Seb/Nico, which i was very sceptical about, but damn was i proven wrong! some of the best, most in-depth characterisation and understanding of subject matter i've ever seen in my life. C's blog is also generally a well of Nico content, with musings and writings, and i have been getting my Nico fix there for quite some time now. it helps that C is very much Nico-like and i love her for it <3

kelogg's frosties & video games by @georgerussells - brocedes my beloved, alt '22 season, absolutely insanely well written (all of their fics are, ive read ALL of them, i should do it again). i love how nico is here, it's all told from lewis' pov but its raw, and just so in character, and wonderful. its the first brocedes fic i found and one of the reasons i fell down the rabbit hole. i adore it and rec it with my whole heart <3 (check out their crown series and the yt au series, i love those!)

high speed weekend survivor by @denialricciardo - nico/danny ric. may be one of my all time favorites, EVER. its an university au, and it's perfect. like, absolutely perfectly written, the author manages to literally effortlessly paint nico's character and all the little nuances, the technical talk is fascinating, everything about this fic just makes me so, so happy. i love it. <3

the torture of small talk with someone you used to love by finedae is a nico-focused fic ive read like 3 days ago and can't stop thinking about. i promised to leave them a comment soon when i get my brain right, but what i can say is that its. effortlessly funny and tragic in the same breath, lovely writing style, absolutely adore everything about it, how much they show despite it seeming to be just tell, it really isnt. peak characterisation. wholehearted rec. i love it. <3

the weight of the world we are holding by fadeoutslow is a 5+1 kisses fic with jenson/nico endgame that i think very much manages to perfectly encapsulate the characters of every single one person mentioned despite being so short (this is me wishing for more not a criticism) which is so fucking admirable. i love it. also, the world is changed because you are made is peak perfection (as is nico's ass, that's all im gonna say). :)

hot as hell by vandoorne is one of the hottest things i've ever read, and it's so effortlessly funny and just manages to get both nicos and jensons characters through. i love it very, very much. it's a witch/succubi&incubi au btw, so mind that :)

Roseberg's vs Haminkton by dearest @jean----ralphio is a florist/coffee shop au that made me laugh out loud when i thought i was never going to laugh (dramatic, i know), and something i re-read whenever i just want to feel warm around my heart and be happy. (thank you for that again friend!) <333

and finally, I'm going to put my own fic here - Vielleicht, Vielleicht. a jenson/nico angst fest (which is getting a sequel from nico's pov due to popular demand and me being incapable of shutting up sometime soon i think) about their relationship throughout the years, non-linearly. because i can :)

thank you for asking, i hope these help and that you like them!

#idk how to tag this #akira answers asks #akiras rpf fic rec masterlist #its about nico r this time #princess cake #jenson x nico #sico #brocedes #daniel x nico r #fic ref #f1 rpf #anon asks #nico r

[sparrowandbee]

Chapter 5, Part 2 | Chapter 7

The Sparrow: Chapter 6: Playing to the Crowd

Synopsis: Marian reveals her story to the Capitol during her interview in a last-minute attempt to attract sponsors.

Warnings: Mention of alcoholism and substance abuse, objectification of narrator, some cursing.

Author’s Note: Happy new year, everybody!! I’ve loved seeing more and more Haymitch appreciation, so here’s some more of his POV, hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 1780

Somehow all the plucking and the waxing didn’t hurt as much the second time around. Granted there was less hair, but I think the anxious adrenaline of having to look sympathetic on screen minimised the sting. I barely felt the hairdresser tugging my thick strands into some ridiculous braided updo because my mind was completely elsewhere.

“What should I say?” I tried to turn my head towards Haymitch, who sat nonchalantly on the stool next to the huge red vanity of the dressing room but the stylist quickly snapped me back.

“Don’t worry about it too much. Just answer the questions genuinely.” He replied matter-of-factly, looking up quizzically at the hairstylist's hands working to pin another fake braid atop my head.

From the corner of my eye we shared a knowing glance of how ridiculous this all was.

I didn’t explicitly thank him for the gift… I had a feeling that that was better left unsaid, but everything felt more comfortable between us now. I knew he was truly on my side, no strings attached and the gift was the last piece of proof I needed.

We had been all smiles and jokes that morning, I felt a bit bad for Alder at the breakfast table. I had tried to include him in the conversation but he wasn’t very receptive. Haymitch even offered to be with him before the interview but he refused. Not that Alder needed any help- he got an 8 in training and was good looking enough to charm a crowd.

A little part of me was happy at his indifference towards the mentorship- I selfishly wanted to spend as much time as I could with Haymitch before the Games.

His presence had become a warm, familiar thing that I was absolutely dependent on.

Plus I needed his help now more than ever if I was going to make a successful last-minute plea for sponsors.

“Yeah, but-“ I began replying to Haymitch but the hairstylist cut me off with a monotone “Up.”

I swiftly obeyed until he reached for the tie of my robe, nearly undoing it.

“Hey!” I exclaimed, holding the thick towel material shut.

“Vanilla wants you dressed now,” he said unflinchingly, judging me from behind his pink-rimmed glasses.

“But… with him in the room?” I pointed towards Haymitch who was looking at the ceiling. I was shocked at the stylist’s neutrality as he shrugged. He quite literally couldn't care less about Haymitch’s presence.

“It’s alright, I’ll just…” Haymitch turned the stool around and faced the wall.

As if on queue, five more stylists came into the cramped dressing room and descended on me with another revealing black dress and plenty of glittery oil for my body. Vanilla trailed not far behind. I just hoped this one would be slightly more modest than my parade ensemble.

“You look absolutely gorgeous!” Vanilla exclaimed. That was not a good sign.

She turned me around to the nauseatingly bright full-length mirror and I could barely believe my eyes. Sure, this dress had more fabric, but I felt just as naked.

The dress was mostly just black lace with a low-cut strapless neckline that barely covered my breasts with just a layer of thinly padded lace. My torso was covered by a slightly more opaque mesh but my legs were pretty much exposed despite the gown’s length.

The lace was beautiful, I’ll give her that. It featured the most delicate bouquets of flowers throughout its entire length, but the fabric’s aesthetic value was the least of my concerns as I was strapped into toe-squeezing pointed glossy black high heels.

I felt utterly humiliated, and I was expected to smile and make conversation despite it.

Vanilla held my highlighted shoulders and admired her work in excitement. I didn’t want to look at myself so I turned my eyes up to the smooth white ceiling and crossed my arms to try to conceal what Vanilla’s dress accentuated so well.

After a few seconds she got bored of me and my lack of enthusiasm and wordlessly ushered her hoard of stylists out of the room.

As soon as the door closed behind them I turned around to find Haymitch still looking at the wall.

I smiled. That was considerate of him.

“You can turn around now,” I told him, tightly squeezing my arms over my chest but not having a solution to my exposed legs, “thanks.”

He grinned, looking only at my face.

“I think that gold eye makeup looks really nice. It makes your eyes pop.”

And in that utterly humiliating situation, Haymitch got a genuine, full-toothed smile out of me.

He looked good too. The button-up shirt hugged his subtle musculature just right, and despite the harsh light there was such a warmth on his face.

I loved the way his smile made his cheeks a little round in contrast to his masculine, harsh nose. But by far the best part was that unwavering blue-eyed glaze, so steadfast I could almost pinpoint some love behind it… almost.

I took a step forward, ignoring the pain of my feet. I knew I shouldn’t but-

“Come, come! It’s time to line up!” Vanilla’s high-pitched voice called from outside along with her repeated knocking on the door. It was probably for the best, but I felt slightly disappointed regardless.

I gave Haymitch a stern nod as I walked towards the door- a reassurance that despite it all, I was a woman of my word and tonight I’d stick to my promise. For both of us.

He nodded back just as Vanilla pulled me away.

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I took my spot next to the other mentors just as Marian was taking the stage. I stood right in front of the mounted flat-screen as she walked across the stage, her teeth looking paper-white through red-coloured lips. Somehow the same M who was basically folding in on herself just a few minutes ago now stood tall and walked gracefully as she greeted Caesar Flickerman.

She was good at this.

Good.

The audience roared in whistles and claps as M waved some more before taking a seat on the chair across from the interviewer. It was an absolutely unprecedented reaction for a District 12 tribute.

They obviously viewed her as their pretty plaything, the unfortunate styling said as much. But the stubborn, petulant Marian was playing along now, wrapping Caesar and the audience around her freshly manicured finger with a big, fake smile.

“Wow, Marian! It’s hard to believe that such a pretty face hails from the mining district. Tell us, have you ever worked the mines?” Caesar asked through his own toothy smile. It may have been a cheesy question but one that could tug the right heartstrings (and wallets) if M played into it.

“Um, yes, yes.” I could tell she was thrown off by the question but she never dropped her smile. “I was younger than most but-”

“Oh! And how come?” Caesar acted as though every word out of her mouth was the most interesting thing he’d ever heard. It was so fake but damn was the audience eating it up. Even the mentors had gone quiet now.

“Well, I was eight years old when my mother died, which left me officially orphaned,” she shifted uncomfortably, letting the facade slip slightly. I hated that she had to do all of this. I hated that I had to encourage it. “But she was never really present, so I’ve been surviving on my own for a long time.”

“Tell us more about that,” Caesar’s voice was full of fabricated pity. I knew she would hate that but it was necessary. Her story would help humanise her and appeal to the performative charity of the sponsors.

I knew her story, most regulars at the Hobb did- everyone at least knew of Edalia Kuns and the child she left when her addiction caught up with her. Her dad was going to be hanged for having orchestrated some sort of rebellion at the mines, but he escaped instead, leaving his girlfriend and newborn daughter. Marian’s mom wasted her last penny on any alcohol, powder, or pill she could get her hands on. She caused such a mess around town, I remember overhearing merchants sharing their relief when they found out she had overdosed. It was despicable.

Marian started working the mines at 16, tragically young to be in such a dangerous, dirty place. Having gotten to know her, I don’t know how she didn’t let it harden her. Despite all of it she still inhabited this world with flowers on her collar and energy to tell stories to the huddled orphans on the street.

“And tell us, what was your first impression of the Capitol after leaving dreary District 12?” Caesar continued probing.

I took a deep breath, not believing that it wasn’t over.

“Oh, well, I’ve been taking some pretty life changing showers.”

The crowd erupted with laughter. They liked her. I knew that that was our goal but I couldn’t help the rising jealousy as I watched the crowd scan her up and down. With just a little more courage I wanted to match on that stage, swoop her away, and give her real clothes. Screw the Games. Screw the sponsors. I just wanted her to be safe.

“Ha! Well that certainly is a charming answer,” Caesar looked out at the crowd who applauded on queue, like well trained baboons, “now the question that is on everyone’s mind: is there a lucky boy back home, Marian?”

Ugh. This question.

Judging by her face, she thought the same thing.

“Oh, no,” her giggle was an intoxicating sound as it escaped from her red lips, “I was too busy trying to survive, unfortunately.”

More laughter. I rolled my eyes on her behalf.

“Well, Marian, it seems like the entire Capitol is in love with you right now!” Caesar exclaimed out to the audience while she gave one last big smile to the camera. She was really good. “And if you win you’ll certainly have your pick of Capitol men!”

She stood up and the crowd followed suit, whistling and cheering as she waved. She looked down and the gold on her eyelids highlighted the warm chestnut colour of her eyes.

The whole ensemble was painfully Capitol, except for that eyeshadow. That color was all Marian- warm, luminous, beautiful.

I didn’t even realise how much I missed her. How much I needed her by my side, the few hours of separation tugged at my heart.

What will happen when she’s gone into the arena?

Whatever the outcome I knew in that moment that I would never recover from Marian Cartwright.

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Next Chapter

Masterlist

#the hunger games #haymitch #haymitch abernathy #hunger games au #hunger games fanfiction #thg haymitch #district 12 #hunger games

[oogaboogaspookyman]

WHY NOT LMAO

[TRINITY]

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FUNISINFINITE

[1]

Stuck inside a fake cartridge of a game that can't exist

Waiting for someone to play my thrilling game!

*hoo boy*

(do you know what it's like to see the world spin around you)

(over and over again, until you puke, and then start over from scratch like it's nothing)

Fun is infinite!

Said the Majin himself!

Fun is infinite!

None can compare!

*hoo BOY*

(fun is infinite!)

(said the Majin himself!)

None can compare for i am the only true game master in the room!

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HILL

[2]

GREETINGS AGAIN, I'M ECSTATIC TO SEE YOUR PUNY MORTAL FACE ONCE AGAIN

*AYO*

(IT'S BEEN LONG ENOUGH WE HAVE PLAYED THE SAME GAME AGAIN)

*THE GUY!!!*

LET'S GET THIS GAME OVER WITH FOR ONCE, IT'S GETTING TIRING TO CHASE YOU ALREADY.

*HE*

LET'S SEE WHAT ELSE YOU GOT TO OFFER, I'M WAITING FOR SOMETHING NEW, PUSSYCAT

LET'S SEE IF YOU CAN BRING BACK THE SPICE TO THIS DEAD OLD GAME WE HAVE PLAYED FOR TOO LONG.

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[3]

FUN IS INFINITE, NONE CAN EVER COMPARE

FUN IS INFINITE, NONE CAN EVER COMPETE

*WHAT THE ACTUAL SHIT*

(FUN IS INFINITE, NONE CAN EVER COMPETE FOR I AM THE ONLY ONE TRUE GAME MASTER IN THE ROOM)

SEGA ENTERPRISES WILL NEVER BE TAKEN DOWN

WE ARE GODS IN THE WORLD OF GAME PRODUCTION

*WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO YOU BOTH*

(FUN IS INFINITE, NONE CAN EVER COMPETE FOR I AM THE ONLY ONE TRUE GAME MASTER IN THE ROOM)

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DESIRE

PRAY

ANGER

FEAR

JOY

DISGUST

DESPAIR

i cAn't wAit

t0 tAke y0u h0me

thEre's s0 mUch t0 sh0w y0u

afTEr ALl

whAt aRE frIEnDs f0r?

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[4]

I have been waiting for so long

*who the FUCK*

(for so long)

There's so much to show you, look at us now...

All grown up, up!

*WAIT*

There's so much to show you, after everything in the past...

*WAIT A MINUTE*

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[5]

It's been so long since i had tortured a soul in the old fashioned way

Do you have any idea how long we were gone?

Remember?

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LORD X

IAMG0DIAMG0DIAMG0DIAMG0DIAMG0DIAMG0DIAMG0DIAMG0DIAMG0DIAMG0DIAMG0DIAMG0DIAMG0DIAMG0DIAMG0D

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[6]

MY OLD FRIEND

WE MEET AGAIN

AFTER YEARS OF RADIO SILENCE

*LORD X??*

(AFTER YEARS OF RADIO SILENCE)

DO YOU REMEMBER ME? ALL THOSE SCREAMS OF PAIN FROM THE OTHER SOULS?

*IT'S LORD X!!!*

I'M STILL THE SAME AS EVER, I HAVEN'T FORGOTTEN MY MANNERS

I'M STILL KING OF THOSE OLD ROTTING HILLS, MY POWER CANNOT BE COMPARED EVER

I STILL REIGN TO THIS DAY!

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[7]

Fun is infini-i-ite!

None can compa-a-are!

*WHAT*

Listen to the Maji-i-in!

I AM GOD AND YOU'RE NOTHI-I-ING.

*THE FUCK*

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3

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:)

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[8]

Hey there pal!

Hey there!

We meet again!

Once again!

Again!

*what*

Do you know my name?

'Course you do!

'Course you do!

It's just me, everybody's favorite!

The blue blur!

*NO YOU'RE NOT*

It's just everybody's favorite!

It's just me!

Good ol' me!

*SHUT THE FUCK UP*

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HAHAHHEEEHEHEHEHAHA-

HAHAHHEHEHEHHAHAHAHA.

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AUGH-

Let's play a game

You can choose your favorite thing

This cliche never dies

You can't run and you can't hide

REWRITE

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[9]

*WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCKING SHIT WHAT THE FUCK*

*WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS*

*JESUS CHRIST*

Let your spirit leave your body

I AM GOD AND YOU'RE NOBODY

*MAN WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT*

*DAWG WHAT ARE YOU DOING*

*WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING MAN*

I will take you to my

WORLD

And i'll leave you without word

Hide and seek!

Can't you see?

Boyfriend is nothing for me

You're the one i'm looking for

Through the screen i can see more

Play the notes

It's so fun

Sonic loves to see you run

From a fate you won't escape

WHEN YOU DIE

WE MEET AGAIN

*WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING FR*

*THIS AIN'T NO FUCKING JOKE ISTG*

*WHAT DO YOU FUCKING WANT BITCH*

*HOLY SHIT WHAT IS GOING ON*

⭕

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notoveryet

[10]

This isn't over just yet!

This is so far from done!

It's not over just yet, friend!

I really hope you did enjoy the expirience, player!

There is way more coming your way!

This isn't over just yet!

This is so far from done!

It's not over just yet, friend!

I really hope you liked the expirience, expect more coming!

But for now, stay hyped my friend!

Signed REWRITE.

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[SEE YOU NEXT TIME]

#SoundCloud #rewrite sonic #sonic.exe #fnf #spooker's banger lyrics

[alanshee-keeper-of-realms]

Okay so for the last few days I've sat down to write this out, I have this queued to answer the blow out post of Diisdoodles

An ex friend who I thought of like family, a person I actually physically met, a person who now focuses on themselves

I repeat beating the dead horse I listened to them, from that Friday I listened and stayed away ranting in the Server we shared as is my coping mechanism. I rant nonsense because it is my insecurities I know and come to my senses eventually and calm down. I do it rhetorically if I am ranting

1. They weren't 17 when we met June 2021 they'd just turned 18 and was going into senior year of Highschool. I have gotten removed from several servers over former shipper habits, nowadays its rare for me to ship, seeing as everyone treats it like it's reality when it's not.

2. The White Supremists joke, ah that that was because every character they have had white skin, also they really hated acknowledging racism just ask em they removed it because others were uncomfortable with it in their writing,

3.That was without the context I laugh because I come from a toxic environment, my parents expect me to act a certain way and get angry if I try to tell them off, they are getting better however if you get pissed at this then yall are hypocrites, you cannot look at me and say your own families have behaved themselves no matter the race or culture, I'm talking everyone. Humans are Humans and we pick on each other, no matter how much we try to pretend we are innocent, we are not,

4. Oh this one hurt, representation is sick and twisted? Simone was dark already she's an Adult worker I even toned down for their sake. She's supposed to represent that money isn't everything Violet wasn't supposed to be a lawyer in the beginning she was supposed to be a doctor but did you know they have a phobia of hospitals so I purposely changed that for them so I wouldn't be triggering them

They're the ones who came up with the AUs min ideas, hey Dii remember Santa? A monster that feeds on the Fears of others and killed others because they couldn't escape said fears and starved to death

Or how about Echo, who is corrupted by the Wind Element and his own hatred for Zane becoming a Serial Killer? Simone was along for that ride corrupted by him,

And then that wind element moves on into another and turns them into a psychopath? Cause God the amount of tearing apart and gore in those would make Stephen King proud,

5. You see yourself as the Leader in everything. Why don't you step down from your high horse and realize being a Leader means you see everyone as equal

Your sheltered suburban 400k lifestyle is showing, a Leader doesn't step on others to make themselves look better,

A leader doesn't see another trying to create with their stuff and tell them no

I may have been using Nindroid Canon at the time, but I was trying to cater to you. I was trying to suggest things to add a bit to it

Did you forget to tell everybody how you muted those channels because you couldn't handle me having Realm 14?

6. Oh I am still mad about everybody else it's just you I'm vocal about because you traumatized me that much.

Though.she.be.little and General Yasur were apart of the trio,

Though.she.be.little gave bullshit excuses, who takes an RP so seriously like you have to change it thats ridiculous! I actually felt pretty damn guilty for forgetting their Sexuality and would still apologize for that to this day

General Yasur just baffles me. Honestly, I asked if I could vent and they said yes. I need clarification I need bluntness I need someone to rant to to keep that side out of the public. I found out how cold and not understanding they are towards mental issues after I asked for clarification and got blocked.

We were friends for longer than Diisdoodles I remember talking to them in 2018, and now they were so quick to shut me out.

7. You're really looking for an angle here, no I don't I have friends who are proshippers so if you're saying I should judge someone not on their personality and who they are but by their fictional shipping habits

Seriously dipped your toes into the Anti pool have we?

When I made that comment about you I apologized immediately and like I said in a prior post tried to explain my mindset but again you took it to heart

I don't care wtf you are doing I'm neutral and just here to read fanfics and support my fandoms, not get dragged into bs drama that reminds me of the Dems and Repubs fighting

8. No I don't because those people drive me nuts I can get hard headed about certain subjects but I'm no expert and clearly have no power

Came crawling to you? Full of ourselves again are we if I knew this would've happened looking for a friend

I would've never joined your stupid ass server

I remember the exact day I brought up the borg siblings, and you are immediately interested and wanted to hear more and even asked to put Chloe into an idea of an AU you had

And you kept on going. All I know you saw now is a meal ticket, easy street, yank these guys, and take off.

9. Felix is Transgender is it bad I wanted some rep and not have this Nindroid walk around hunky dory after being misgendered? Dysphoria is real and it's horrible.

10. You NEVER included anything at all the reason I mentioned it so much is because you avoid these subjects if your gonna be a show runner get your head out of your ass and be inclusive

None of them ever experienced anything you always had a fairy tale sheltered ending

God reading Harker made me wince because she was like an abused Housewife under Echo

Oh honey it's okay your murdering people but it's okay

Even children's shows push the envelope better!

11. It's because unlike you I didn't have someone to actually teach me this is the part I will admit I fucked up, I do have these and I am a lot more reactive then most

That kinda happens when your 2 years old sitting on the edge of the bed watching your caregivers abuse each other,

My brain learned to feign and shove the emotions away to survive no not an excuse, I know I did damage but I didn't know my emotions and that's why this keeps rearing up,

Didn't you do the same with this post I am writing about, however? You reacted to something that, by the normal sense, isn't a big deal

That picture its posted on Facebook it's on my Tumblr from Way Earlier like, no there is no reason, DMs when I feel angry I'm going to put walls up and show you your wrong, especially when I don't trust you to tell the truth.

You lost my trust the day you created lilac should I show everybody your plagiaristic side because I never got an apology for that

Now if I posted your Address or Name now that would be a big deal, yes my readers I know that very personal information

Diisdoodles in tern knows mine,

Makes me shake my head whenever they go off on a rage this is what the 5th or 6th time you've thrown a Temper Tantrum when people don't act like you want them to. Because to me it was all about you it was all about your Nindroid Canon

it was all about helping you create these worlds do I have no right to feel frustration that I can't create anything I want to do without you throwing a temper tantrum and muting channels that you want nothing to do with because it's not your stuff.

12. Wow with even I literally can remember the line I said that may make you think that I was arguing oh because Even is this way I thought that she would be this way, that's not arguing it's called overexplaining and I do it a lot because narcissistic parent it's how I get myself out of trouble, but it causes more trouble than it is worth especially when you have a person that takes everything to heart like you.

You say I couldn't handle being told no

way to put words in my mouth I don't fucking care honestly even isn't my character never was never will she be nor was Pandora or brat or Charlie

I never copied any of these guys afterwards not like how you did with mine

Quit trying to make yourself look better by telling lies because you removed me from all the servers and hide behind a block. Gee, it sounds to me like you really want this to be one-sided.

As for the final thing I love how you don't mention the fact that I literally asked you guys if you were okay with me talking about that fanfic because I knew it was dark.

I wrote it when I was 14 going through SA myself, yeah that makes it a ton worse but I love even more that you left out that context because we were all on voice chat and I don't recall sending it to you but the link is still up to this day because you know what I never delete things no matter how much a fandom changes shifts or whatever I just give them a warning about the stuff on my page.

It sounds to me like you have issues that you need to sort out because this whole post has just been seemingly about making yourself look better that's all I saw this as

That's all it's ever been about you got into some anti friends who are now side-eying you because of our former friendship and now you want to make yourself look better and God forbid if I post that picture because that shows your lying about your place in our relationship

And honestly that's such cowardice it's not even funny

Next time put some context because you know what I'm not afraid to put some context for people to read you just think about yourself in the long run and not others

You want to talk about white privilege look at yourself in a mirror didn't even have a fast food job they worked for Daddy as a secretary and had their own schedule live in a $500,000 house could go out and buy Legos whenever they wanted they could even within 2 weeks buy a $500 plane ticket to fly from where they live up to the city where the convention was being held for a weekend

Should I tell them about your car and what you wanted to do with it

And how much that actually fucking terrified me that I would hear that you got into an accident knowing that it was on purpose and that possibly the person that I see like a sibling or saw like a sibling was dead.

You're not the only one who is traumatized and you need to acknowledge that.

[nicohverse]

Entropic Float in 2023: An Update!

 Happy New Year, everybody!

It's 2023 and I have a lot of plans! I'll start out by offering reminders that there's a survey to influence the contents of the Entropic Float DLC (Letters To A Beloved Ghost) and make sure that you get to see your favorite characters again, as well as a few pieces of official Entropic Float Merch available on my etsy store. There are stickers of the full cast, keychains of the protagonists and antagonist, and pin buttons of each standard ending- But if there's a particular piece of merchandise you'd want to see, feel free to contact me and let me know.

Entropic Float: Letters To A Beloved Ghost

As mentioned above, there's a survey to influence this DLC's content, but that doesn't mean I don't have plans for it! In fact, I already have a few of the side stories drafted. The DLC will be 5 USD or included in any pledge to the Entropic Float 2 Kickstarter. It will feature all new original art and music, and over 100k words of new content. By reading letters to you exploring unseen moments, past and present, you'll accumulate points toward meeting with somebody who's been hoping to meet you since long before you were invited to the clocktower. Not all letters will be required to finish the DLC's story, but all will be available.

Some side stories haven't yet been planned, as the survey is still open- But those that have been drafted include the pasts of Shinjiro Nozomi's friends, an oddly magical discovery at a small concert attended by Jasper Jasmine Jekyll, and a classic 'battle so we can become friends' between witches. Some will provide closure to doors left ajar in Entropic Float- Others will open up brand new doors for the sequels to shut- And others still will simply give you more time with the dear friends you made over the course of the game.

I plan to close the survey on 03/31/2023, and hope to have the DLC ready for release by the end of summer 2023.

Entropic Float 2: Land Of The Witch

I'm going to begin work in earnest on EF2 now that the new year has begun. I didn't 100% keep to my plan of not starting till the new year, but I managed to at least sort of take a break! I'm not going to be jumping right back into biweekly development updates, because this game has a lot more ground-up building to be done and I have a lot of other things to square away- I'd rather not post the same 'I got some of the point-and-click working the way I imagined' update too many times. I'll update once a month until development is progressing strongly enough to share more.

But you'll be getting introduced to the cast of the game quite soon- In next month's update, most likely! Though character trailers will come a bit later down the line.

Entropic Float 2: Land Of The Witch is... A point and click adventure game focusing on the 'Pine Creek Anomaly'. One year after the resolution of the anomalous clocktower in the Black Rock Desert, Kanatsune Ame is assigned a similarly difficult case. A rural town in the Appalachian Mountains disappeared five years ago- And the Anomaly in its place has only recently signaled its presence by opening an invitation. What will the World Anomaly which stole the town of Pine Creek reveal?

I can't give a timeline on EF2's development quite yet, but I'm tentatively hoping to run a Kickstarter in summer 2023, so that pledges to the Kickstarter can be swiftly translated into the reward of the Letters To A Beloved Ghost DLC. Before running the Kickstarter, I hope to have a demo ready to play, so that I can put my best foot forward. After all, EF2 is going to be a point-and-click adventure, not just a visual novel- Though I do plan, for accessibility, to also offer a 'kinetic novel version' in which the events of the game are arranged into a semi-canon order of experience.

The demo will of course be free, and will cover from the beginning of the game through to the first open exploration area.

The full game will be priced at 15 USD. While Kickstarter reward tiers will be determined closer to its launch, pledges of 5 USD will include the Beloved Ghost DLC only, while pledges of 15 USD or more will include both the DLC and Entropic Float 2, essentially giving you the DLC for free if you pledge at 15 USD exactly. I wish I could offer EF2 for the same zero-dollar price point as the first game, but I hope that the increased production value will make up the difference!

Any Other Projects?

Well, I wouldn't put this category here if I didn't have some other stuff going on. I'm considering participating in a few gamejams with short and sweet VNs. I'm also doing the art for an RPG that a friend of mine is writing. And of course, I'm selling on etsy, taking commissions, and working a day job. Wouldn't it be nice if I could just devote all my time to gamedev... Alas. Well, that's all I've got for now. Thanks for tuning in! More to come!

#indie gamedev #visual novel #visual novel gamedev #gamedev #indie games #entropic float #entropic float 2 #nicohverse #official content

[missmouse25]

Heyyyy girl !! How are you :) I have a requesttttt :)

Max F and the reader know each other since childhood but don't like each other but have the same group of friends. One day they all go on a vacation trip and they have to be together for some activities which brings them closer and closer and all the fans and friends can see it with all the pictures that are posted during the trip and they are happy for them and want them to be together and they start dating but nobody knows it and during the new year they kiss in front of everybody which brings all their friends to tease them on insta and stream And fans are starting to think they are together :’)

Thank youuuu

And I love your reading :)

Anon... you hit my favourite type of story right on the head ❤️i went a bit overboard but i'm sure you'll like it

Nemesis - Max Fewtrell (Part One)

gender nuetral first person pov // 1589 words // warning for some swearing and friends being not great but like not terrible // part two here

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“Oh my gosh, Max, just shut up!”

Every eye in the room rolled, none more so than his though. You’d think that after 15 years of this, our friends would be used to it by now.

“Just admit that I was right!”

“The hell I will!”

“Ok, ok, enough!” Sarah pushed us apart. “You guys need to chill.”

I folded my arms as I stepped back, while Max just shook his head.

My life-long nemesis: Max. Ever since I’d first met him at age 5, he had made it his goal to work on my nerves and upset me. Which worked 99% of the time. And because I was not one to give in easily, I had retaliated and tried to make his life hell. Which also only worked 99% of the time.

“Will you two just stop for a minute!” Sarah continued. “I have something to tell you.”

With one last narrow-eyed jeer at Max, I sat down and listened to my friend.

“Ok, you all know that I love to plan our group trips and this year is no different.”

A murmur of agreement rippled around the room.

“But this time I’m doing things a little differently...” Sarah smiled deviously. “This year, we’re working in pairs. I’ve already picked them but you’ll only find out once we get there.”

Chatter broke out and I locked eyes with my nemesis. I was certain we were thinking exactly the same thing:

“Anyone but you.”

~

I fell into my seat on the airplane, after the struggle of stuffing my backpack into the overhead compartment and ready for the holiday to begin. Almost 2 weeks far away from any responsibilities. I closed my eyes in bliss as I thought about all the fun I was going to have; all the laughs with my friends; all the food…

“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me.”

‘Fuck.’

Wearily, I opened my one eye to look who was standing in the isle.

“I’m gonna have a serious word with Sarah when we land,” Max continued to complain.

“Be careful when you open the…”

“Oof!”

A backpack tumbled onto Max as he opened the hatch; my backpack.

“The hell is in here? Its fricken heavy.”

Quickly I stood up and took it from him.

“Be gentle with it, geez!”

“Did you pack bricks in there or something?”

“None of your business, Fewtrell!”

We tussled side-by-side as we attempted to shove both our bags into the tiny space, bickering the entire time we did. After a 5-minute struggle, I sat down once again in my seat, reluctantly this time.

“Don’t bother me and I won’t bother you, deal?” I offered to my enemy.

“Deal.”

Max turned to look at the other passengers and I shifted to peer out of the window.

This was going to be a long flight.

As I descended the steps of the plane, Luisa popped up next to me.

“I have something to show you!” She sounded excited as she held her phone up for me to see.

I nearly screamed.

Somehow, while I had been sleeping, my head had ended up on Max’s shoulder. And even worse, he was fast asleep with his head on top of mine.

“Delete it! Delete it right now!”

But Luisa had already pushed on ahead and joined Lando and I rued the day I ever met Max Fewtrell.

~

“Sarah, please, just… anyone but him!”

The villa was beautiful with views of the ocean from almost every room. The sun shone onto the waves, making them glisten.

Everyone else had disappeared off to their rooms. Shared rooms, which wasn’t unusual for the group only now we were sharing with our ‘Holiday Partners’, as Sarah so kindly out it.

“No, you can’t change.” She metaphorically put her foot down. “You two need to learn to get along. To grow up. This little thing between you has gone on long enough.”

“I’ll sleep in the lounge!” I pleaded as she walked away, fingers now in her ears.

Max passed me on the stairs with a sour expression and without a word. Not that I needed one. But once I got to our designated room, I realised why.

One bed.

One double bed… for both of us.

“This is what happens when you holiday with couples,” I mumbled to myself.

I was about to go back down and inquire about a different room when Max appeared.

“Don’t bother, they don’t have any other rooms,” he said.

We stood in the doorway, staring into the dreaded area.

“I can sleep on the floor.” I lugged my bag inside.

“No, you won’t,” Max countered, following me in. “I’ll sleep on the floor.”

“I already said that I would, Max, so I will.”

“Why are you so stubborn!?”

“Why do you always argue with me!?”

The back and forth continued as we settled in. Eventually, we stood at the foot of the bed, angrily looking at it.

“Alternate.”

“What?”

“We alternate,” Max said. “Every night. One on the floor, one in the bed. Next night we switch.”

I considered his proposal.

“Fine. But I’m on the floor first.”

“Fine. Shake on it.”

Max held his hand out and as much as it pained me, I shook it.

The only piece of common ground between in 15 years.

~

“That’s the sixth time you’ve yawned in the past ten minutes.”

Everything was loud. And annoying. Especially Max’s voice.

“Floor not comfy?”

“You slept on the floor?” Luisa’s voice was softer, I appreciated that. “Why?”

“One bed,” I mumbled.

A red light up ahead caused the car to slow down and I plonked my head against the window.

“Why didn’t you guys just share?”

“No,” Max and I answered at the same time.

“We’re taking turns,” he continued. “We made an agreement.”

“You guys agreed on something!?’

I winced at Lando’s loud voice.

“The worlds going to end!”

“Ha, ha, ha, so funny,” Max said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

The car pulled off and my head bounced against the glass. Today was going to be a long day.

~

On the list of things 2 people can and will argue about:

Which was a better gift: a fridge magnet or a keychain (Magnet)

If pancakes are an acceptable lunchtime food (they are)

The benefits of third-wheeling (there are none)

Appropriate amount of emojis to use in a text message (as many as it takes to get the tone across)

~

“Don’t hold it like that.”

“Stop telling me what not to do!”

Who ever invented mini-golf needed to be put to rest because it only made my nemesis more insufferable.

“Why don’t you give me constructive criticism instead!?” I suggested, pointing my golf club at him.

“Don’t use it as a weapon!”

“You’re still not helping!”

I turned my attention back to the game and looked down at the golf ball. Stupid little thing.

“Just… let me show you how to hold it properly,” Max said, coming to stand next to me. “I’m going to lay my hands on your persons. Please don’t hit me.”

Me whole body went rigid as he placed his hand on mine, moving it into the right position. His other arm encircled me. I could feel his chest against my back and his breath in my ear.

Everyone else was watching but I shut them out and tried to focus on the task at hand.

“I refuse to lose to Lando at golf,” Max said quietly to me. “So just relax and do as I tell you. If we win, I’ll shut up for the rest of the evening.”

Now that was an offer I couldn’t refuse.

I gave a small nod, breathed out and gave in as Max moved my arms back and took the shot.

Perfectly, the ball fell into the hole.

The rest of the game and the day went by brilliantly. By the time dinner rolled around, I was practically bouncing off the walls.

I took my place at the table next to Max, as I had been assigned. Yet something felt off. I looked over at the nemesis. He was just talking to someone else, having a good time.

‘He didn’t say anything. Not a single comment.’

And although I knew it was the bargain we’d struck earlier, it was weird. It had always been something so common between us, so second-nature, that taking it away felt wrong.

As time went on, I felt awkward and it seemed that everyone else could sense it too. No one was surprised when I excused myself straight after dessert and went to my room.

~

“I don’t think you should sleep on the floor tonight.”

Max stopped his faffing and looked at me.

“Why not?”

“You’ll hate it and you’ll get no sleep. You can take the bed again.”

“We made an agreement…”

“And I’m happy to break it.”

Max sighed as he dug out his pyjama’s.

“Well, I’m not.”

We stared at each other for a moment before Max shook his head.

“No one would have to know.”

“Know what?” I asked.

“If we both slept in the bed. Not unless we told them.”

It was like the wires in my brain short-circuited and I froze where I stood. After the stunt on the golf-course, I never wanted to be in such close proximity to Max ever again. But the thought of sleeping on the carpet for another night made my bones ache.

“No one has to know,” I reiterated.

#holy smokes there it is #please let me know if you find any grammer errors #max fewtrell fanfic #max fewtrell x reader #Mouse Writes #ThatKindaVibe