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vitalphenomena · 1 month

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ORIGIN STORIES: i've been asked a few times recently where the ideas for my characters came from, so i thought it'd compile a list.

burns, harris, juniper, burns, lila came about when i was in the third grade, reading maximum ride, enjoying x-m.en: fir.st clas.s and knew a kid named burns and thought, what if a kid named burns could control fire? i ended up writing spirit on a forum (following similar line of thought as the burns naming convention) and needed a reason for her to be alone, so i kind of built harris's personality around the need for spirit to be abandoned, and the other personalities came after that.

alex haven came about because [we @bluedprints already had theo] ezra haven said, and i quote, 'wanna get you fucking pregnant again' whilst having sex with spirit haven after their first couple's therapy session following ezra's unfaithfulness.

davy actually came about before second gen was a thing. i wanted to give juni a baby and wouldn't it just be crazy if @jupiter3's flynn was the father? then phoebe came about as we just kept adding to second gen and realized that juni/sam/flynn would have also had juni/sam kids

beck came about because i wanted more labkids one day because i was bored. @bluedprints and dax basically created the narrative of labkids with a vendetta against harris harris. tonje, dana, charlotte, river, and noel's ocs came first, then i made beck bc i felt left out

shipley (now written by @corsey) was the villain in the first spirit novel i tried to write. i knew he came from a cult, and i knew he also needed to be from a cult that no longer existed and that he was delusionally trying to continue doing the work of, so i came up with mackenzie, cass, and jm (the last of which now written by @jupiter3) to destroy the cult. i was ~losing my religion~ at the time so obviously i had to be edgy and say something about baptism and evangelical christianity as well. i ended up with elijah/shipley/mack as one triad and the throuple as another because trinities.

rachel is another product of the second gen baby boom.

rose was one of my first ocs affiliated with @bluedprints henry. we wanted siblings, we wanted sharp emotional contrast, we ended up sticking them in knight based on an idea tonje had about cult siblings that she fleshed out and invited me into

naomi is a product of the baby boom and also, doesn't rose with two beautiful baby girls and a loving husband just make sense for her arc?

graham is a product of the baby boom because @bluedprints' henry needs just one nice thing: his beautiful boys who were damaged and lost before henry.

kieran and cain came about as characters in the second version of spirit's novel. i needed a cult leader and i needed a right hand man. and then they just blossomed from there!

gabriela came about because i always knew comphet compelled cain to have sex with women during orgies in glass and second gen had a bit of a baby boom.

cullen came about because we needed some villains in second gen. naturally i made him kieran's son and the guy from you. instead, we have wife guy cullen glass (who also kills ezra haven)

alessandra came about to be an affiliated oc with @midcenturies' belén, daughter of the remarkable beatríz.

maryanne came about as an affiliated oc with @midcenturies @jupiter3 @corsey after we watched h.ustlers and wanted to engage with themes like femininity, feminism, sexuality, sexism, sex work, dubious ethics and morality, and modern survival.

adrien, kai-ming, kennedy, noah, esther, rian, jeremy, rian, and hassan were created for @bluedprints' archetype. i wanted to explore some of the same themes of surrealism and horror and obsessive artistry. i started to develop different ideas for artists/creators, their struggles, and their role in our plot.

olivia came about because of a plot i'm doing with @gildedlife coming up shortly that i'm super excited about!

hanna, veronica, and bianca came about bc @bluedprints and i wanted to give cassius and ezra some new york friends to have sloppy sex with on a regular basis. bianca specifically came about to be one of the many mothers to edwin's many children

mercutio came about bc tonje held a gun to my head and made me.

felicity came about because tonje and i put cassius through the ringer and he needed a respite. he needed the love of a good woman.

amelia came about bc i wanted felicity to have a daughter to raise with cassius :) and being a single mother before cassius made sense for her character development.

joe was created in a rp group because a) needed older skewing chars b) needed less grimy service industry rats in bands c) needed a normal guy on account of there being a werewolf waffle house

isla came about because we wanted a) california ocs for theo to interact with when they went to ucla and b) i wanted affiliated band ocs for a band called burger kink. isaac and clara followed, the former bc i wanted to give theo a sugar daddy, the latter bc i needed more evil women on my roster

elizabeth "busy" is @jupiter3's creation!

samuel came about because busy is edwin miles' (@bluedprints) oopsie daisy. aka he got her pregnant then fumbled her. yes.

rhea came about because i was watching real housewives and started thinking about people in the tourism industry having to deal with obnoxious rich people. i was further inspired by the flor.ida proje.ct

weston came about in an rp group created by @jupiter3 and others who aren't active on tumblr rn. basically they gave me a template for a final/slasher survivor and he just came about from that.

louis was an idea i had admittedly based heavily heavily heavily on an old ex who worked in restaurants with me and was putting off leaving our college town to pursue his masters.

maxwell is a product of the baby boom after we came up with the houlou ship @jupiter3

#OOC.#GENERAL.

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mamahoggs · 1 year

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the wonderful @bnt0 tagged me in this and as the resident trash man i had to share my trash

three ships:

1. promptis (prompto x noctis) you saw this coming. you expected it. 2. rian/deet from dark crystal. idk what their ship name is but they had me in a chokehold the second that show dropped. 3. nandermo bc they make me insane.

first ship:

oh god. oh dear god. it was probably tidus/yuna in ffx but i also remember as a very young child wanting cindy and jimmy neutron together so bad

last song:

terrible things by april smith and the great picture show

last movie:

THE NEW PUSS IN BOOTS LITERALLY JUST SAW IT. SO GOOD

currently reading:

… fanfiction. specifically this if you really wanna know, and a good all time favorite is this if you really Really wanna know.

currently consuming:

egg sandwich i just made. very good

currently craving:

chai latte which i’m going to try to make in a hot minute here

tagging: IDK HOW FANDOMY YOU GUYS ARE SO FEEL FREE TO IGNORE BUT @simarcana @void-imp @mangosimoothie @m0ckest @lovelyboe @falsogod @pralinesims and YOU 🫵

#lian blabs #tag games #i have so many ships but i just picked the first 3 that came to mind #we could be here for hours

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piglet26 · 6 months

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Star Wars: The Last Jedi Rewatch

Well, here we go. The most divisive Star Wars maybe ever. No, that would be Rise of Skywalker or whatever it was called.

I never read the scroll. Probably should.

We open on The Resistance evacuating. I wonder how much time has passed. At the end of the first film The First Order knew where the Resistance was. Rey had time to leave. Ren healed up a bit.

ILM did a wonder job opening with the animation and the sound design is top notch during this film.

This slapstick skit with Poe and Hux is great.

Poe Dameron is someone you want on your team. Needed to learn some leadership skills, but he's a talented and brave man. Also Leia that Dreadnought needed to go so Poe got lucky with that one. I'm happy that Rian gave Poe more purpose this movie cause he needed the development.

General Hux my how you've tied my heart on the end of a string.

Finn, my boy! staying focused on his sole friend Rey. Once again I remind people that he literally has one friend in the world - Rey - who was ready to die with him and fight for him. He has no attachment to the Resistance he just met most of these people. It makes sense that his purpose would be finding his friend who he last saw passed out.

Ah here's the rub. Once again, any good will this film has bought so far goes down the tube once Luke throws his lightsaber. People mainly hated this film due to it's handling of Luke. I agree. I understand Rian Johnson had to come up with some reason Luke disappeared........ but this?! He abandons his friends and twin sister.

Where Rian Johnson succeeds is literally everywhere else. The scene between Snoke and Ren perfectly illustrates the imbalance and abuse between the two. The scene which I called "No More Daddies" where Ren smashes his mask into pieces is the beginning of his separation from hero/savior identifies. Adam Driver plays this scene perfectly mostly because unlike many other actors rage isn't something he's afraid to get access. He's very much like Al Pacino in that way. Also, please smash that mask to shit you're too gorgeous to keep that face behind a mask.

Luke Skywalker drinking Green Titty Milk. Yup, I understand why Star Wars fans HATE THIS. However, the impulse to run away to an island where it's literally just me, my dog and fish people......... I relate.

Luke "Where are you from"

Rey "Nowhere"

Luke "No one's from nowhere"

Rey "Jakku"

Luke "Alright that is pretty much nowhere."

Leia Organa is the strongest character of the OG3. Han Solo runs from his broken family and Luke runs from his failure. Leia just keeps soldiering on. Respect.

Once again as the First Order tracks The Resistance through lightspeed I wonder how The Republic won the last war and are currently this damn broke. How don't you have more impressive equipment, materials and a proper army?!

Poe Dameron "Permission to jump in an X-wing and blow something up."

Leia "Permission granted."

BB8 and Drones are the best.

#the last jedi #rey skywalker #bb8droid #star wars #star wars fanart #poe dameron #jedistormpilot

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reiisan · 2 months

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Various things. (Akita Rian. 2024.04.05)

Welcome back to Rian's blog~. Did you watch yesterday's "The One-Man Live vol 0.5" live stream? I hope everyone that could come to the event and those that watched it had lots of fun♪ Please let me know what you think! Following the livestream of the one man live 0.5, FC pre registrations for "One man live vol 1." has started today at 1200! It'll be our 1st anniversary, so I'm excited for what kind of live it'll be(っ ॑꒳ ॑c) I'm looking forward to spending this special day with you all! For more information please check the link below! I'll be waiting🫶 https://bokuao.com/news/detail/1238

Hairstyle that exposes our ears might be a rare thing.🤭 Kokoka and I had matching hairstyles so we took a picture!🤳🏻 I've been telling Kokoka since the start that I really like her face ^^ ☁️ ☁️ ☁️ ☁️ ☁️ ☁️ ☁️ ☁️ ☁️ ☁️ BokuAo's member profiles are now available on the BokuAo's official youtube! We introduce ourselves once again and talked about youth♪ You can also check out the individual photos on X! Please check out the youtube video↓👀🤍 https://youtu.be/HEabob4g19U?si=TDLBw3tqMvq_qWM- Well, that's all for today! Thanks for sharing your favorite sweets🫶 I got hungry for sweets after reading everyone's comments🤤 I'll let you know again when I go to the candy store♪ Thank you for reading to the end today!

#Boku ga Mitakatta Aozora #Akita Rian

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weirdandpissedoff · 5 years

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Rian Reads: X-Man #3

Writer: Jeph Loeb Artist: Steve Skroce Inker: Bud Larosa & Mike Sellers Letterer: Richard Starkings & Comicraft Colorist: Mike Thomas & Digital Chameleon

Cover Date: May 1995

When we last left Forge, he’d just been descended upon by Domino, Grizzly and Caliban while hiding out at an abandoned farm. This issue dives head first into the action as Forge stuns his foes with a flash grenade and runs off to warn his fellow rebels/thespians of the attack. Theorizing that Apocalypse sent Domino and company after the source of the strong telepathic energy he’d sensed without knowing what he/she/it looks like, Forge tasks Mastermind with posing as X-Man to keep their enemies from getting their hands on the real Nathan Summers. This scheme works for about 12 seconds until Mastermind uses his powers of illusion on Domino and she realizes that he’s a fake, blasting all the meat off of his bones with one of her sci-fi guns.

Next up, disobeying Forge’s orders for at least the 73rd time over the course of the 3 issues of this series thus far, X-Man rushes to the scene to square off against Domino. Of course, she quickly gets the better of him in physical combat, forcing Nate to unleash the full extent of his psychic abilities on her. In a rather morbid move, X-Man forces Domino’s mind to experience all of the deaths she has caused over the years at once, which sends her into a catatonic state.

Pro-tip: Do not fuck with X-Man.

Elsewhere, Toad, Forge and Sonique (the new girl they met in issue 1) murder Grizzly and Caliban in cold blood because apparently the Age Of Apocalypse has turned everyone into huge assholes. Following all of this action, Nate and Forge share a tender moment during which Nate admits that Forge has been right all along and Forge forgives Nate for all of his mistakes. Of course, for anyone who is familiar with popular plot structure and foreshadowing in fiction, this most likely means that Forge is going to die any minute...which is exactly what happens when he goes wandering around in a creepy barn alone looking for Brute, who he finds dead at Essex’s hands.

Sensing through their psi-link that Forge is in danger, Nate rushes to his mentor’s side just in time to watch him breathe his last breaths. Forge’s final act before succumbing to his injuries is to make HIS life flash before NATE’s eyes, revealing to him that Essex is not to be trusted and that salvation lies with Magneto. In a fit of rage, Nate blows up the barn with a psychic blast and is confronted by Essex, who finally takes his true form as Mr. Sinister.

Considering how little I cared for the first issue of X-Man, this series has come a long way. It felt very disconnected from the rest of the Age Of Apocalypse crossover event in the beginning, but by now X-Man is building towards becoming one of the key players in the story. Steve Skroce’s art remains a highlight while I continued to roll my eyes at Jeph Loeb’s typically overdone narration. The theme of this issue’s excessive caption boxes? “Evil” and all of Loeb’s many thoughts on the subject. Regardless, this was a pretty good issue with plenty of action and a decent cliffhanger.

- R.

#Rian Reads #Rian Reads X-Man #X-Man #X-Men #comics #comicbooks #Marvel #Age Of Apocalypse #Forge #Domino #Mr. Sinister #Caliban #Grizzly #Sonique #Jeph Loeb #Steve Skroce #Mastermind #Apocalypse

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capsiclecevans · 4 years

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“you bring out the best of me”

Warnings: none as usual, just floofy fluff Summary: Chris finally wins the Oscar he has always deserved and he dedicates his win to you and mentions you in his acceptance speech Word Count: 1.5k Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

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Chris was nervous, there was no doubt about it as you watched him button up his crisp white shirt in the mirror, his hands trembled lightly as they reaches for the next button. It wasn’t uncommon for him to be nervous on award show nights, but tonight was more intense than every. It was the Oscar’s and Chris was nominated for the first time, and he was a favourite to win for his role in the latest drama he was the male lead in. His anxiety had been building over the last couple of weeks on the build up of tonight and you had tried your best to help calm him, but you could clearly see how it was affecting him as he was getting ready in the hotel room you had for the night.

You carefully stand up from the chair you was sat on, making sure that you didn’t stand on the elegant dress you was wearing, walking over to your nervous wreck of a boyfriend. You rest your hand on his shoulder lightly, not wanting to scare him as it was clear that he didn’t notice you approach him, the thoughts in his head overpowering everything else. He looks at you and tries to smile at you, tight on his lips, you smile back gently. You have never seen him this nervous before and it struck at your heart because he was sweetest man you have ever met and he didn’t deserve to feel like this.

“You are going to be fine, I will be there right beside you the entire evening…” You say, finishing with the buttons on Chris’ shirt and helping with tucking it into his black slacks and then with his bow tie. Once you have finished you straighten the collar of his shirt and press a kiss to his cheek.

“There we go…” You step back lightly, looking Chris up and down slowly, smiling to yourself before looking at him. “If you aren’t the sexiest man in the world, then pigs can fly…” You say, earning a laugh from Chris for the first time since you had both started getting ready for the award ceremony.

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The red carpet went better than you imagined, Chris kept you close the entire time. Either an arm round your waist, hand on the small of your back or hand-in-hand. Like he was scared you were going to go back against what you told him in the hotel room while you were getting ready. Now you were sat in your seats, your hand resting against Chris’ thigh as he spoke to James Corden who was sat to his left about their plans for the next year or so. You were just taking in the occasion, smiling to yourself when the light hit your engagement ring just right for it to glimmer and catch your eye. In the plans that Chris was talking about was your upcoming wedding, or as the press was calling it ‘The Wedding of the Year.’

You were brought out of your little daydream when Chris’ hand came to wrap round yours gently, covering your ring lightly. You smile up at him softly and raises your eyebrows as he smiles back at you, leaning over and kissing your cheek softly. You lean into the touch, a small flush coming to your cheeks. 10 years together and you still acted like you have only been together for a few months, this is the affect he had on you and you never wanted this feeling to stop. You were completely in love with this man and you knew you both would do anything to keep each other happy.

“You okay?” He asks, looking at you, a smile touching at his lips. Far from the anxiety riddled Chris that you had in the hotel room, you smile and nods, squeezing his fingers with yours to let him know you are happy.

“Yeah, just taking everything in…” You chuckle before leaning into Chris, striking up your own conversation with him till the ceremony started.

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As the ceremony went on, you could feel the nerves radiate off of Chris as his category came closer. You reach over and rest your hand on his knee, smiling at him lightly when he eventually catches your eye with his. He sighs a little, smiling nervously before taking your hand in his, bringing it up to his lips for press a kiss to your knuckles.

You look over to the stage when Sandra Bullock and Jennifer Lawrence are announced to present the Best Actor award. You smile lightly at Chris and squeeze his hand gently, keeping a hold of it so he has a grounding point over the next couple of minutes. Whether he won or lost you knew you would be exceptionally proud of him and what he has achieved.

“Wow, tonight has been fantastic, with some worthy winners…” Sandra says as Jennifer smiles and nods along with her.

“And we have 6 outstanding actors lined up for this next award, Best Male” Jennifer says into the microphone on the podium before introducing the nominees. “The nominees for Best Male Actor are, Joaquin Phoenix for Joker, Antonio Banderas for Pain and Glory, Chris Evans for Life of the Party, Leonardo DiCaprio for Once Upon a Time in Hollywood, Adam Driver for Marriage Story and Johnathon Pryce for The Two Popes.”

“And the winner is…” Sandra says as she starts to open the envelope, looking down and reading the winner before looking to the crowd and leaning to the microphone. “Chris Evans for Life of the Party.”

Cheers erupt around you and Chris as you look at each other happily, pride emanating off you as you kiss him briefly, standing up to hug him as James Corden claps him on the back in congratulations. You are sure you hear Robert Downey Jr. a few rows back shout “Go on Capsicle!” But it is drowned out by the cheers and clapping for your fiancé.

There was now a permanent smile on your face as you watched Chris walk up the steps of the stage to accept his well deserved Oscar trophy. All his handwork had paid off and you could not be more proud of him.

The clapping finally died down as he stood at the podium to give his acceptance speech, after receiving the award from Jennifer and hugging both her and Sandra, he nervously chuckled before catching your eye in the crowd. You smile at him and give him an encouraging thumbs up, tearing up a little at the sight of him accepting the most prestigious award of his life.

“Wow…I can’t believe this…thank you…” He starts off, still in utter shock that he has won and that he is holding an Oscar that will have his name engraved on it by the end of the night. “I’d just like to thank everyone on the production of Life of the Party, especially Rian Johnson our director, this wouldn’t be happening right now if it wasn’t for you and your brilliant job at directing. Also, my parents and siblings, they have been so supportive throughout my entire career and I would never have started acting if you didn’t give me the courage to do so.” He takes a deep breath before he turns slightly in your direction and smiles softly, like he is now only talking to you, ignoring the hundreds of people in the theatre and the TV cameras that are broadcasting the ceremony live across the world. “And finally I would like to give the biggest thanks to my wife-to-be, my soulmate and my everything. She’s been with me ever since before I was casted as Captain America, Steve Rogers as you will, and she has been my rock ever since. I couldn’t have done this without you, and sometimes I am shocked at how you handle everything that comes with myself and this life. I know it is crazy and overwhelming at times but I love you and in everything I do, you bring out the best of me, I love you so much darling. This award is for you.”

You couldn’t help the tears fall down your cheeks as Chris spoke about you, in front of millions of people watching in the theatre but also at home. He never shied away from declaring his love for you or showing the world how in love he was with you. When he finally arrived back to his seat during the next, and final, ad break you hug him ever so tightly, even more in love with him than you were moments ago before he won the award if that was possible. You were extremely excited to marry and spend the rest of your life with Chris, and hopefully the news in the form of a small baby onesie sporting the “My Daddy is an Oscar Winner” on the front that you had printed for tonight, not that you knew he definitely would win, would seal both your happiness for years to come as you gave it to him the next morning after spending the night celebrating with each other in the hotel room you started the evening in getting ready than out at the Vanity Fair Party.

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clumsyclifford · 3 years

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ok hello i absolutely love all ur fics, you’ve just got a certain quality in ur writing that is just… mmm. yeah so anyway, do you have any advice on how to improve or just how to write?? (especially fic cause personally i struggle with that more than original stuff??)

hello!! that is very kind of you to say thank you <3

advice on how to write. oh boy. oh man. well i can try. i will do my best. i will also try to be brief but we all know how that song goes

update from having finished answering this: alright. okay. this is not only long, but decidedly english teacher-y. i’m sorry that i am the way that i am. this is what you get for asking a leo for writing advice. am i joking? maybe. maybe not. anyway. this post got away from me in a big way so here’s a read more. warning: LONG post under the cut.

1. study your characters. for RPF like the band stuff i write, that literally means watching interviews, watching them perform, seeing how they interact with each other, picking up on their mannerisms (behavior) - what they do with their hands, if they repeat themselves or stutter when they talk, the quality of their voice when they're talking about different things, and so on. also keep track of things they mention a lot in interviews especially about each other - for example jack has mentioned before that alex has an annoying habit of twirling his hair when he zones out. that kind of thing. IMPORTANT NOTE!: you don’t have to use all of this information. just like studying for anything, you collect all the information you can and then you parse through it and use whatever you think will contribute or be relevant to your story.

2. remember that characters are people. or at least they’re representing people, which is an important distinction (see #3). still, considering that your characters are people can be a helpful way to get out of your head. see, characters are supposed to be archetypical, and fulfill a role, and say certain things in certain ways and never really deviate from that. but people are highly unpredictable and behave in random ways for random reasons and have thought processes that are unfathomable. people will just do fuckin’ whatever. if you’re worried that your characters aren’t behaving in a believable way, keep in mind that you’re trying to make your characters represent people, and people’s behavior is justifiable any number of ways. people just do shit.

3. remember that characters are not people. sike! no but seriously, this is just as important to remember. unfortunately, no matter how hard you try, characters are never going to be people. that’s a good thing for stories, though. characters can pick up on nuance in senses that people can’t - they can distinguish between different facial expressions, different smells, different sounds - BUT ONLY INSOFAR AS IT MOVES THE STORY ALONG. in other ways, characters are ridiculously oblivious. you can use this to your advantage. in fact, a lot of the time, you have to. if your character notices right away that someone is flirting with him, then you can’t write a 30k slow burn, for example. characters don’t do that thing humans do where they go “what?” but then halfway through the re-explanation they register what’s been said. pretty much everything characters say has meaning. (by this i don’t mean semantic meaning, i mean significance - characters don’t really just say “what?” because they didn’t hear what someone said, they say “what?” because they can’t believe it or they don’t understand it or they refuse to understand it. characters never seem to run into the didn’t-hear-them problem. must be nice.)

characters can do whatever you want or need them to do, because you’re in charge of them. (sometimes this doesn’t feel true - mine do all kinds of shit and i just have go “well alright then” - but it is true.) they are gears in a story. you decide when and how they turn.

4. dialogue is your friend. i am super super biased here, because i looove writing dialogue. if you talk to sam about this i’m sure she would say that description and narration are the ways to go. but you came to me, so i get to say that dialogue is god. i don’t want to say that dialogue is the only method of communication (i know nonverbal communication is real), but dialogue is the fastest and most effective method of communication, and by extension, the most effective way to advance relationships between characters. now. obviously there are exceptions. if characters are kissing, they’re probably not doing a lot of talking. if they’re trying to be undercover or discreet, they’re more likely to rely on gestures and facial expressions than speaking. if you’re writing a very peaceful scene, you might not want to undercut it by adding a lot of chit-chat. but i maintain that dialogue is the best way to move a story along, for a few reasons.

first, at least for me, too much description is just tiring. depending on how skillful the writer is (sam), i can read a fair amount before i hit my limit, but unlike in mean girls, the limit DOES exist. you don’t want to over-describe the world (see #5). second, i find that dialogue is a really really good indicator of a person’s character. this is especially true and relevant in fanfiction, which is a lot more character-driven than original fiction in many ways. also, in a sec i’m gonna talk about showing [not/and] telling, which is every english teacher’s bitch, but dialogue is a really good way of showing who a person is and also a good way to establish facts about the universe. you could just narrate and be like “Jack hated waking up early,” and that works and in many cases it’s perfectly legit. but you could also do something like this:

“What the fuck,” Jack mumbled, still half asleep. “You better have a really fucking good reason to be waking me up this early. Like someone better have fucking died.”

and sometimes that’s just a more fun way to say it. (for the record you can also show AND tell here! there’s no reason why you can’t have this line of dialogue and then a line in the narration confirming how very much jack is not a morning person!)

the last reason why i am particularly fond of dialogue is because i am also particularly fond of communication, which is a preference thing. let’s face it, guys: characters aren’t gonna communicate if they’re not literally actually talking to each other. dialogue means talking to each other. talking to each other means solving problems, fixing (or creating) conflicts, understanding each other better. i love communication, ergo, i love dialogue. And You Should Too.

5. describe the world, but don’t over-describe. i opened this fic earlier and it was like “jack was excited to wake up to go to his first class at the university of baltimore” and i just. i was like is this really relevant. do i really need to know this. and i never found out because i closed the fic but in my defense it was on wattpad and i had only opened it out of curiosity. look. there are three ways to use details in fic. (a) introduce them right away (b) introduce them when they become relevant or (c) don’t introduce them at all. let me give you some examples.

(a) say your character A (i’m using jack because i’m used to him) wakes up. he’s in his room in his house off-campus. character B (rian) walks into the room. this might be a good time to explain that rian is his housemate. to that point: “show not tell” is a good rule, but sometimes “show and tell” is just as good. e.g.:

Rian walks in, holding Jack’s Green Day shirt and looking irritated. That’s really nothing new; Rian looks irritated at Jack roughly once a day. Being housemates for a year will do that to a friendship.

boom, now you’ve let everyone know they live together without throwing it in their face, and you’ve also told everyone that these two guys are friends and have been friends for at least a year but probably longer. you showed it by having rian walking in holding jack’s shirt - usual housemate behavior - but you also told it in a subtle way that established the relationship and some kind of history between these two. well done.

(b) sometimes you want a certain detail to make an impact. this is the kind of thing you hold onto and don’t specify, and in certain cases you leave the reader wondering, “well what about x?” and then when you finally explain x they go ohhhhhhhhhh. yknow. the italicized oh. consider the following:

(A)

“Alex is in my bio class,” Rian says, referring to Jack’s ex-boyfriend of last year.

Jack frowns. “So? Why should I care?”

“He’s my lab partner,” Rian says. “I have to spend a lot of time with him.”

“I don’t care what you and Alex do,” Jack says. “But you should know he sucks at bio.”

Rian gives Jack a look. “First of all, that’s not true, he’s incredibly smart. And second, I’m telling you as a courtesy, because I thought you might not want your ex-boyfriend hanging around our house after he broke your fucking heart.”

(B)

“Alex is in my bio class,” Rian says.

Jack frowns. “So? Why should I care?”

“He’s my lab partner,” Rian says. “I have to spend a lot of time with him.”

“I don’t care what you and Alex do,” Jack says. “But you should know he sucks at bio.”

the only difference between these two excerpts (which i just wrote lol they’re not from anything real) is that the second one doesn’t explain who alex is right away. that makes it way more interesting when rian reveals who alex is a few lines later. magic.

(c) take this college au that we’ve established here. where does it take place, you ask? easy answer: it doesn’t matter. you don’t need to say what school they’re at. this will make your job easier, because then no one can fact check you, and it also means you don’t have to decide what school they’re at. but even if you do decide, it’s not usually necessary to say. believe me, you can go thousands of words without ever needing to specify what school they’re at. you know why? because it doesn’t matter. and no one cares. and as soon as you specify in canon that they’re at a particular school, you are bound to be accurate to everything that school does, and that makes your job way more difficult than it needs to be. as hazel once said, work smarter, not harder.

6. adverbs are also your friend. (yknow, words that describe verbs, typically ending in -ly, like “loudly” or “angrily” or “smoothly”.) ESPECIALLY when it comes to dialogue tags. (dialogue tags are the things you add to dialogue to say who’s talking and how they’re talking - like “he said” or “he whispered” or “he earnestly explained” or whatever). a lot of the writing advice you’ll see nowadays will usually guide you away from overusing dialogue tags other than the classic “says/said” and i STRONGLY concur with that advice. things like yelled, cried, mumbled, snapped - these are very good in moderation, when you’re really trying to emphasize the way a person is speaking. the more you use them, the less impact they have. in most cases, a simple “he said [adverb]” will do. instead of “he snapped” consider “he said curtly/sharply/coldly.” instead of “he mumbled” consider “he said quietly/clumsily/softly.” I WANT TO MAKE IT CLEAR THAT THESE ARE NOT DIRECT SYNONYMS. every word has a nuanced and slightly different meaning and that is the BEAUTY of the english language!!!! all i’m saying is that in many cases, a verb can be replaced with an adverb to achieve roughly the same effect, without making the reader feel like they’re scanning a thesaurus.

and speaking of a thesaurus: it’s not cheating to use outside resources like thesaurus.com to help you come up with words. i fuckin love thesaurus.com. i use that shit all the time for everything. i use it when i’m writing emails. i used it just now to write that last paragraph. thesaurus.com is your BEST friend.

7. grammar. (and spelling but that’s really a given.) unfortunately if i tried to teach you all of the essential rules of grammar this post would exceed tumblr’s previously-nonexistent word count limit. so i’m not gonna teach you any of them. this is just a general point to suggest that if/when you’re writing, have someone you trust, with a good grasp of grammar, look over it. of course it doesn’t have to be perfect or AP style or anything like that. readers will overlook a certain amount of grammar mistakes and every reader has a different threshold. but in general, as a grammar geek and former journalism editor-in-chief, i have a duty to my grammurai code to preach the importance of grammar in writing. good grammar does not necessarily mean good writing and vice versa, bad grammar does not necessarily mean bad writing, but bad grammar makes good writing a lot harder to read, and in some cases will even obscure your actual meaning. so please, have someone read it. for the record this is me offering up my services. i am very good at fixing grammar. i have lots of weaknesses in writing but grammar is one of my strengths. please prioritize grammar. thank you for coming to my ted talk.

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okay so now that i’ve said all of this shit and pretended to be an expert and embodied everyone’s tenth grade english teacher, let me add one very important disclaimer:

none of this is always relevant.* writing is an art, not a science. you are never going to be following all of the rules, all of the time. you shouldn’t. it’s good to know the basics of constructing a plot, establishing a character, showing and/not telling, moving the story along. but a lot of this advice is really subjective and heavily influenced by my writing experience and habits and tendencies and preferences, and those are simply not generalizable to the world. i am a sample size of one and science dictates that that means my results cannot be statistically significant. i am just some guy. earlier i said you don’t want to over-describe the world. but maybe you do! maybe you’re really into worldbuilding and you want people to know what they’re getting into. maybe you’re like sam, and you just don’t feel as confident in your dialogue skills but you love painting word pictures. i said that adverbs are your friend, but maybe you just prefer to use verbs. maybe you don’t want ANY dialogue tags and you want the reader to interpret the dialogue based on context and content. i said that characters aren’t people and they won’t behave like people, but maybe you’re trying to write hyper-realistic characters. maybe you’re just going for believability over narrative. WHATEVER. the point is, rules are made to be broken. no one is going to have The Answer for How To Write Good because there isn’t just one answer. every single writing rule has exceptions and you can be that exception as many times as you want.

*except grammar. grammar is fucking always relevant.

i hope any of this advice was helpful to you, even though i english teacher-ed the fuck out of it. and for what it’s worth, i approached this as if you were a relatively novice writer, but i know absolutely jack shit about your writing prowess and experience and habits. so maybe you already know all of this and none of what i’ve said is helpful at all. if you have a more specific problem, i would be happy to try and help. if you’re hoping for more specific feedback, i’d have to read something of yours first - but again, happy to try and help. i don’t know if you can tell but i loooove writing and english and grammar and all of this shit and it would be my honor. i have now spoken so long that james madison himself is begging me to shut up so i’ll stop here but thank you for coming by and giving me the opportunity to expatiate a shit ton. and GOOD LUCK i forgot the most important advice of writing which is HAVE FUN LOVE WHAT YOU WRITE AND WRITE WHAT YOU LOVE OKAY BYE

#yowza #mamma mia #hachi machi #someone get this bitch a muzzle #i feel like i keep saying i sound like an english teacher here but i never specify that im not actually an english teacher #god i wish my blog brand was just 'the person you come to with writing questions'#is it too late to establish myself as that #ask #writing advice #stuff #im giving it the stuff tag. i said enough that i feel like it's earned the stuff tag.#anonymous #if i keep looking at this im just going to keep adding things because adhd-coded brain wants ME to overdescribe. hypocrite #so im just gonna hit post n run #good luck

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mightyecho · 2 years

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BASIC INFORMATION

FULL NAME : aleksei rian frey

MEANING : man’s defender | king | free man

ALIAS / NICKNAMES : honestly, he’s lost track of how many aliases he’s given out over the years ( ah, such is the life of a rogue on the road ) for various grifts. | alek

TITLE(S) : N/A

DATE OF BIRTH , AGE & ZODIAC: june 14 | 27 | gemini

GENDER , PRONOUNS , ORIENTATION : cis-male | he/him | bisexual/ biromantic

SPECIES : human

BACKGROUND

OCCUPATION : former guild-rogue/ assassin ; assassin to the anastase family

RELIGIOUS VIEW : aleksei has grown comfortable with being agnostic. there’s something out there. is it the one true god? maybe! is it the old gods? who knows! not him!

EDUCATION : aleksei was never the best in school but he learned to read and write and how to handle money but it wasn’t until he joined the rogue’s guild that he really got an education in utilizing those skills to the best of his ability; the guild also taught him thieves cant- a spoken, written and signed language used by rogues.

PLACE OF BIRTH / RESIDENCE : danruba | danruba

FAMILY MEMBERS : demian frey ( deceased ) | naena frey | aidan frey | genya frey

ALLEGIANCES : the anastase family | the frey family

STANCE : the system needs to change. does he know how to implement that change? no. but someone does and it’s just a matter of that someone or someones stepping up to change it. but not him, don’t look to him for this.

APPEARANCE

FACE CLAIM : logan lerman

HAIR / EYE : longer, slightly curly/wavy dark brown hair with streaks of grey ( x )

HEIGHT / BUILD : 5′9″ | in the right light you could call him ‘athletic’, otherwise ‘fit’ might be a more accurate statement.

SPEECH : his voice is naturally a little softer but more often than not, there’s this undertone in his voice that has a distinct i know something you don’t know sound— like he knows the punchline of the joke before the joke’s been made. his danruban accent is slight now after years of traveling to different places, taking on different voices and characters for grifts or jobs but grows thicker in the company of friendly or familiar faces. he’s developed an uncanny ability to mimic the speaking styles and accents around walochnia over the years.

MARKINGS : a circular brand on the top of his right wrist, marking him as a thief that he got when he was seventeen-- when he left the rogues guild to work exclusively for the anastaste family, ( TW: blood, cutting, gore ) he took one of his daggers and tried to cut the brand out of his skin. all he really succeeded in was fucking up the mark and gave himself an infection. ( like don’t worry he cured the infection pretty easily, really it serves him right. ) it really just looks like a fucked up scar now but if you look closely and know what to look for, you can make out the mark.

SCARS : a small scar high on his left cheek, next to his temple that looks like a dimple when he smiles; countless ( unless he were to actually stop and count them, which, if he did would equate to about 19 ) silvery scars from various knives and daggers on random points on his arms and shoulders; a puckered entry/exit scar high on his right thigh from an arrow he took in the leg after fleeing from a job when he was in his early 20′s.

TATTOOS / PIERCINGS : he has two lines tattooed on his right forearm, symbolizing the two years he spent with the local militia as punishment for being a thief.

BEAUTY HABITS : he definitely does not use 2-in-1 shampoo and conditioner. when the situation calls for it, he keeps his face clean shaven— he’s never really been able to grow a beard like many other danruban men. it’s embarrassing, really. his face is always cold.

PERSONALITY

TROPES : gentleman thief ; brilliant but lazy ; lovable rogue ; generic audience stand-in ; liam neeson type ; wanna be hero ; crouching bard, hidden kazoo kid

INSPIRATIONS : silk ( the belgariad — david eddings ) | leo valdez ( pjo hoo — rick riordan ) | eddie dean ( the dark tower series — stephen king ) | kate bishop ( hawkeye — marvel comics ) | jaskier ( the witcher ) | clark “mouth” devereaux (the goonies) | finnick odair ( the hunger games series — suzanne collins ) | rocket raccoon ( marvel cinematic universe )

MBTI TYPE : ISTJ- T the logistician

ENNEAGRAM : type 3 the performer

TEMPERAMENT : phlegmatic

ALIGNMENT : chaotic good

ELEMENT : water

HOGWARTS HOUSE : slytherin

VIRTUES : diligence | charity

VICES : envy | pride

HABITS : chewing on his lips when he’s thinking ; rubbing the back of his neck ; twirling a ring dagger ( typically only when he’s Bored on a job he doesn’t just whip those bad boys out anywhere ) ; picking at the skin around his right thumb

HOBBIES : music — give him 15 minutes with any stringed instrument and he can learn to play it and will sing you a song for the wait. sleight of hand — it’s not magic but with the proper flair and audience, it can seem that way; it’s also an easy way to slip a coin or two into your own purse while claiming it has disappeared.

HEALTH

NEUROLOGICAL CONDITION : paranoia — it’s impossible not to suffer a little paranoia in the line of work he’s in let’s be honest, even if he’s Great at what he does, there’s still that constant what if that sits in the back of his mind. insomnia — goes hand in hand with the paranoia. it’s real hard to get some sleep when your brain is sort of in a constant state of hyper-vigilance. imposter syndrome — it’s about drive it’s about power it’s about never feeling like it’s enough. the fear of making even one mistake only adds to that hyper vigilance, being wholly convinced that one small misstep on his part will ruin everything and throw him back to being a no one with nothing.

PHYSICAL AILMENT : listen, aleksei isn’t old by any means. he’s still got several years of this before he throws in the towel. but y’know, he’s not twenty anymore and while he’s gotten better at running across rooftops or jumping from windows, it doesn’t mean it’s any easier. he’s reminded of his squishy humanity the day after an assignment when that soreness sets in or how the knee he dislocated after falling one-too-many stories clicks now and grows stiff in the danruban cold. like he’s fine, he’s twenty-seven but he’s been riding hard and putting down wet for ten years and that takes a toll on a body.

ALERGIES : cats. and it’s awful because if he actually enjoyed the constant presence of any animal, it would be a cat.

EATING HABIT : really and truly, he can’t remember the last time he actually sat down and ate a full meal— probably the last time he was home? ( which, has been too long he’s very guilty over it. ) he eats on the go; if he’s in a city, it’s street food and if it’s on the road it’s dried rations— never a lot of food at once but little bites and morsels here and there to keep him going.

EXERCISE HABIT : his occupation is sort of an on going exercise routine but whenever aleksei finds himself without an assignment, he trains— at least in the moments when he isn’t occupied but even then, he’s still getting some exercise.

ADDICTION : adrenaline — listen, aleksei will evaluate a situation from every possible side to take into account every possible outcome but that doesn’t mean he won’t chase after that natural high every chance he gets. he’s the friend who holds your beer, tells you to hold on before you do whatever stupid thing you’re going to do and then joins in with you on the stupid thing.

ALCOHOL USE : if it’s there, he will help himself to it, especially if he isn’t paying for it. otherwise, it’s not something he seeks out. he had tried self medicating his insomnia with alcohol but all he ended up with was a two week hangover— so instead he just lets that run its course how it will. he considers himself a social drinker.

DRUG USE : he’s dabbled but the lack of feeling in control isn’t for him. the only time he wants to feel out of control is when he’s in the arms of a lover.

#warborn.task #「 there are so many things i’m not allowed to tell you┋⋈‣◜TASKS◝」#well ONE is finished #also i don't have talent so no pretty graphic ajkfsdaf

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prettyyoungandbored · 4 years

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You and I {DouglasBooth! Nikki Sixx} Chapter Twenty-Five

Pairing: Douglas Booth!Nikki Sixx x Reader

Summary: There was time when all Y/N and Nikki had were themselves and Nikki’s dreams of creating the next great band. What happens when the dream comes alive?

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A/N: Read the note at the end.

Previous chapter

Y/N sat in the hospital bed staring at the wall in front of her. Nikki sat beside her holding one of her hands in his. He was thankful not only for Dr. Kelly’s calm and reassuring demeanor, but that she was able to get Y/N an epidural so that Y/N went from screaming and cursing everyone out to basically buddha.

“You know I’m not actually going to have your balls snipped, right?” she said, turning to him.

Nikki grinned, holding back laughter. “I do, yeah.”

She drew a long sigh. “So you actually got the band back together?”

“Yeah, I did.” He pulled his lips back. “I wasn’t ready.”

“Ready for what?”

“To lose the guys for good, to say good bye to Mötley Crüe.”

Y/N smiled as she pulled her hand back to stroke his face. “Well, I’m really happy you guys are back together, even if it’s on the day our child is born.”

“And I’m sorry I took longer than I said I would.”

She waved her hand. “It is what it is.”

“But you’re gonna hold it-.”

“Oh, I’m gonna hold it against you for as long as you live.” Y/N sighed as her head fell back against the pillow. “I don’t know if I can do this.”

“You can.”

“You don’t know what I’m talking about.”

“I don’t have to.” He held her hands in his. “There’s not a single doubt in my mind you can give birth and be best the goddamn mother to our child. You moved to Los Angeles by yourself. You lived in a shitty neighborhood. You lived with four of the most fucked up individuals in a cramped apartment and you took care of each of them. You worked and toured with a rock band. Fuck, you went on tour with Ozzy fucking Osborne.You wrote songs for bands and artists. You dealt with my drug habits. You have done and been through so many things you were not prepared for and look where it got you.”

One of his hands let go of hers to stroke her hair. “Besides, I’m going to be with you every step of the way. You and I are a team. Always have been and always will be.”

Y/N’s eyes filled with tears as she pursed her lips back. “Jesus Christ, Nikki,” she laughed, wiping her tears. She leaned over and gently pecked his lips. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

The sound of the door opening caused the couple to jump, believing a doctor or nurse would be hurrying in to get her started on pushing.

Instead, Tommy waltzed right in with Vince and Mick not too far behind. Tommy lowered the surgeon’s mask, revealing his devilish grin.

“Alright, Mrs. Sixx, you ready to push?” Tommy greeted in a deep, phony voice.

Y/N blinked. “Let me guess, you’re the one they call Doctor Feel Good?”

“I could be.”

She rolled her eyes. “Remind me to never ask you to babysit.”

Tommy snapped his fingers. “Well there goes my gift to you guys.”

Just then, the nurse poked her head in giving a warm smile. “How are you guys doing in here? Everything ok?”

“We’re doing ok,” Y/N answered.

Tommy stared at the blonde, lust in his eyes. “You’re their nurse, huh?”

Y/N threw her hands up as Nikki watched amusingly. The nurse blushed, desperately trying to hide her smile.

“I’ll check in on you guys later,” she said, closing the door.

Once she was gone, Tommy whistled. “I’d like her to be my nurse.”

He then made his way toward the door. “I’ll be back to check on you guys later.”

The second he closed the door, Y/N turned to Nikki. “Well there goes our nurse.”

“You doing ok?” Mick asked.

“The epidural helps,” Y/N smiled. “I’m glad you guys are back together again. I think the world could use some more Mötley Crüe.”

Mick raised an eyebrow. “I don’t know about that.”

Just then, Vince stepped up. “I do. I think the world is ready.”

“And what about you?” Y/N asked, tilting her head. “Are you ready?”

Vince nodded when he realized something. “I actually have a present for the kid.”

He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a stuffed brown bunny with a yellow bow around its neck. Y/N’s heart melted as she accepted his gift. “Oh Vince.”

“Skylar really loved her bunny,” Vince choked. “I figured your little one will too.”

Y/N smiled as she took Vince’s hand. “I love it. Thank you.”

Nikki stood up and patted Vince’s shoulder. “We appreciate it, man. It’s perfect.”

Vince smiled, trying to fight back the tears that came with the memory of his little girl. “It’s not a problem.”

Mick sighed. “Well, we’ll leave you guys to it. We can’t meet the little rugrat.”

He motioned for him and Vince to head out as Nikki and Y/N watched them walk out the door. Once they left, Y/N put the bunny on the table next to her.

“They know the baby is coming on tour, right?” Y/N asked.

“Let’s hold off on telling them.”

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A few hours later, just after midnight, as Y/N and Nikki watched a rerun of “The Twilight Zone” on the television, Y/N sat up and whimpered and clutched her belly. Nikki grabbed the call button, pushing it over and over until the nurses came in followed by Dr. Kelly.

“It’s time, Y/N,” Dr. Kelly said. “You ready?”

Y/N looked to Nikki, who gave her a reassuring smile. She nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, I am.”

Minutes later, beads of sweet trickled down her face as she pushed. Her hand squeezed Nikki’s, as she closed her eyes tightly, pushing harder.

“You’ve got this, Y/N,” Dr. Kelly assured. “Keep pushing.

Y/N gave one last push before crying out, “I can’t do this!”

“Hey, hey, hey look at me,” Nikki said. Y/N turned to him, her eyes filled to the brim with tears. “Remember what I told you? You can do this. I know you can.”

She nodded and closed her eyes, pushing once again. No matter how much she wanted to give up, no matter how much pain she was in, she pushed and pushed and pushed until she heard the sweetest sound.

Their baby was crying.

Nikki kissedY/N. “I am so proud of you.”

Dr. Kelly gently cradled the baby, lifting it up. “Congrats Mom and Dad, it’s a girl.”

“Oh my god,” Y/N whimpered as tears fell down her face.

Nikki squeezed her hand, unable to fight back tears.

Dr. Kelly cut the umbilical chord and handed the baby to Y/N. Y/N cradled the her in her arms as the baby wailed and wailed.

“She’s beautiful,” Dr. Kelly marveled. “Congrats you two.”

“She really is,” Nikki agreed, his thumb stroking his daughter’s head.

When Y/N handed the baby to the nurse so the nurse could measure her, Y/N grabbed Nikki’s hand.

“We really did it,” she said.

He nodded. “I told you you could do it. Never doubted it for a second.”

An hour later, they finally had the baby and the room to themselves. Nikki laid beside Y/N in the bed as Y/N cradled their newborn daughter who was fast asleep.

“She’s perfect,” she whispered.

“She really is,” he agreed as he stroked his daughter’s head. “What are we thinking for in terms of names?”

Y/N lifted her head up. “I was thinking Odette. It was my grandmother’s name and I always thought it was such a beautiful name.”

“Odette Sixx,” Nikki said aloud, thinking about it. He smiled. “It’s perfect.”

Just then, the blonde nurse from earlier entered the room with two styrofoam cups and a styrofoam to-go box.

“One of your friends from earlier stopped by to give you this,” she said putting it on the tray beside Y/N. She then pulled out a note from her pocket and handed it to Y/N who handed it to Nikki.

Nikki opened it and read it aloud.

“ ‘Your friends stopped by for some food and told me about the baby. Figured you two would want your usual late night snack - two Cokes and some buttered white toast. Glad things worked out for you guys. Stop by sometime with the baby. Love, Dottie.’”

Y/N smiled. “Oh how sweet of her.”

“Right on time too,” Nikki said. “I’m starving.”

The nurse put the tray in front of her and Nikki. Y/N set the baby down in the hospital bassinet right beside the bed as the baby continued to sleep.

Both Y/N and Nikki began digging in to their toast.

“I forgot how good Donny’s bread was,” Nikki said taking a sip of his Coke.

“This was heaven for us back in the day,” Y/N added, her mouth filled with food. “We’d go to one of your shows and then go to Donny’s and get this. Always the perfect way to end the night.” She eyed Nikki. “And this is the perfect way to end a perfect night.”

She leaned her head on Nikki’s shoulder as he kissed the top of her head.

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When Y/N fell asleep, Nikki held his daughter in his arms as he looked out the window. He pointed to Donny’s off in the distance.

“That’s where I met your mom,” he whispered to his baby girl. “First time I saw her I couldn’t look away...and neither could she. She’ll tell you she played it off well, but that’s not true.”

Nikki’s went up from Odette to the view of the city. “She loved me when I had nothing, loved me when no one else did. Even we had nothing, I always had her...and I always will.”

His eyes then fell to the familiar telephone pole. He swallowed hard, remembering the time he used it to call his father only to be rejected. He glanced down at Odette.

“You will always be loved,” he told her, softly choking up. “I will always love you, no matter what. When you need me the most, I’ll be there. I promise you.”

He had no idea, but Y/N had heard his declaration to his daughter and smiled to herself.

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*Two Years Later*

“Five minutes, Sixx!”

“Thanks,” Sixx called out to the stagehand on the other side of the door. He turned to Odette who was playing with her favorite stuffed bunny in her lap. “Time to go to your, Mom.”

Y/N held out her arms as Nikki handed Odette over to her. “You have the headphones, right?”

“I do,” Y/N sighed. She then winced, placing her hand on her pregnant stomach.

“Everything alright?” Nikki asked, placing his hand instinctively over her stomach.

“Yeah, just your son is kicking me. Why he does this every time you’re about to go on stage is beyond me.”

He chuckled. “I think he’s gonna be a musician.”

“God help us if that’s the case.”

Nikki leaned down to Odette. “Give Daddy a good luck kiss?”

Odette giggled as Nikki peppered her with tiny kisses. He then went up to Y/N and kissed her. “I’ll see you out there?”

“Right by the stage,” Y/N assured.

He gave her one last peck. “I love you.”

“Love you too.”

He then walked out as Y/N put Odette on the makeup table and put the headphones on the baby.

“You ready to go?” she asked.

The baby chortled, smiling widely. Y/N picked her up and held in her arms as she headed out.

She and Odette stood by the wing of the stage. The crowd roared in applause as the lights hit on the boys and the introduction to “Shout at the Devil” began to play.

Odette reached out to her daddy, smiling. Nikki looked over and gave her a little wave.

Most babies wouldn’t be able to handle the music, but Odette Sixx was not most babies. She loved it, smiling at her dad and their friends as they played. Y/N smiled, watching her daughter have the time of her life.

She also loved how her soon-to-be son also kicked the second he heard the music play.

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*2015*

“Do you think the message within songs you wrote all those years ago still hold up today?” the female reporter asked.

Y/N nodded her head as she took a swig of her water. “I’d like to think so. I mean, there will always be a million different ways to talk about love or heartbreak or anger. The wording of it just may be different, that’s all.”

Y/N was thrilled. 30 years after her disastrous Rolling Stone Magazine interview, a reporter with the magazine wanted to do a redo. So far, the reporter was asking all the questions Y/N wished she’d been asked.

“Mom, you’ve gotta come out here!” Odette exclaimed.

Y/N sent an apologetic look to the reporter. “Give me one sec.” She then turned to her 20-year-daughter. “Are you and or your brother hurt?”

“No.”

“Is your dad hurt?”

“No but he needs you right now!”

“He’s in the middle of performing. What does he need?”

“It’s an emergency!”

“Can’t the stagehands-.”

“He needs you, Mom!”

Y/N sighed and got up from the couch. “Excuse me one second.”

“Actually you should come with us,” Odette told the reporter.

“Odette-.”

“Just come on! Hurry!”

Y/N followed her daughter through the hallway and to the backstage area. The reporter followed close behind.

“I apologize for the interruption,” Y/N said, looking over her shoulder. “Do you have kids?”

“Not at the moment.”

“They get less cuter when they get older.”

Odette whipped her head. “I beg to differ. Ryland and I are still pretty damn cute.”

“Language!” Y/N snapped. She turned to the reporter again. “Like I said, they’re less cute when they’re older.”

The reporter chuckled as Odette rolled her eyes.

The cheers of the packed crowd got louder and louder as Odette brought Y/N to the wing area.

“So tonight is a very special night,” Vince said to the crowd. “It’s our good friend, Y/N’s birthday.”

Y/N rolled her eyes as the crowd roared in applause. Vince motioned to Nikki. “Bring your wife out here, man.”

Odette pushed Y/N to Nikki, who extended a hand out for his wife. The crowd cheered loudly as Y/N got on stage. Her stomach twisted into knots, face turning red as Nikki kept one arm around her waist. She kept her eyes on him afraid to look at the crowd.

“Why are you doing this?” she whispered to him.

“You’ll see,” he said, pecking her cheek.

“Let’s all sing her ‘Happy Birthday’, ok?” Vince told the crowd. “One, two, three..”

As Vince, Mick, Tommy, Nikki, and the crowd sang ‘Happy Birthday’, Odette wheeled out a large cake with ‘HAPPY BIRTHDAY Y/N’ written on it.

Y/N’s face turned every shade of red as Nikki kissed her cheek. Once the crowd finished singing, Y/N kissed Nikki, hugged her daughter, and blew out the candles. The crowd cheered.

“While that was a great surprise,” Nikki said into the mic, “we do have one more surprise for you.” He turned to the crowd. “This next song was written by my lovely wife years and years ago. We told her to go get us breakfast because we had been in the studio all night and instead, she came back with this amazing song. Here to help us play it tonight, ladies and gentleman put your hands together for my son, Ryland!”

Ryland walked on the stage with his guitar, giving the crowd a wave. He gave Y/N a side hug. Y/N kissed the top of her son’s head as Nikki gave him a pat on the shoulder.

“You ready?” Vince asked.

Ryland nodded.

“One, two, three...”

The 18-year-old then began to play the opening guitar solo to “Shout at the Devil”, causing Y/N’s heart to drop to her stomach. She slapped her hand on her mouth, proud tears escaping her eyes.

The rest of the band joined as Vince handed Ryland the mic, Ryland belting out the first verse.

He's the wolf screaming lonely in the night He's the blood stain on the stage He's the tear in your eye Been tempted by his lie He's the knife in your back, he's rage He's the razor to the knife Oh, lonely is our lives My head's spinning 'round and 'round But in the seasons of wither We'll stand and deliver Be strong and laugh and

The band, the crowd, Odette, and Y/N joined in to scream “SHOUT, SHOUT, SHOUT, SHOUT AT THE DEVIL!”

Once the song was over and the crowd erupted in thunderous applause, Y/N grabbed Ryland and hugged him tightly before going over to Nikki.

“Happy Birthday, babe,” he mumbled.

She caressed his face and kissed him deeply as his hands fell to her waist.

They’d come a long way from those days on the sunset strip, but not a second went by where neither Y/N nor Nikki weren’t grateful for them. Nikki had gotten the family he’d always wanted and Y/N had gotten the life she’d dreamed of and more.

And if it were to all come crashing down, it would still be ok. Nikki and Y/N had each other and at the end of the day, that’s all that mattered.

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From the bottom of my stupid heart, thank you for every like, reblog, comment, and message. I started this story over a year ago during a really difficult time in my life and it’s because of this story I met so many amazing people. It is because of your love and friendship that I am where I am today and I owe so much to you.

The series isn’t over yet. I will still do side shots of Y/N and Nikki so if you have requests, send them my away.

Thank you again. I love you all.

#nikki sixx x reader #douglasbooth!nikki sixx x reader #the dirt fanfiction #the dirt fanfic #the dirt imagine #motley crue fanfiction #douglas booth fanfic #douglas booth x reader #tommy lee #vince neil #mick mars #motley crue #nikki sixx imagine #nikki sixx fanfic #nikki sixx fanfiction

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pretendwiseguysofficial · 3 years

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MBTI: Poe Dameron (Star Wars) - ESFP, 3w2

Written by Ryan (archive post from January 23, 2019) BLUH. You knew this was coming, didn’t y’all? It’s quite possibly the easiest typing in all of the Star Wars universe. So easy that the article will just type itself. Poe Dameron is an ESFP, and there ain’t no doubt about it. *SPOILERS FOR TLJ*

People were expecting another Han Solo, but Han Solo he ain’t. He’s quite the flyboy, pretty boy, enthusiastic friend, and unfortunately……reckless person. While he’s characterized as some sort of flawless perfect macho man in The Force Awakens, we’re finally exposed to his flaws in The Last Jedi. Thank you, Rian Johnson, for some character development. Se is obviously what Poe leads with. Everything to him is about the adrenaline rush first and foremost whether he likes to admit it or not. Even the opening scene of The Last Jedi, where he takes on an entire Star Destroyer in a single X-Wing and disables all of their turrets like he has a death wish. But he succeeds, against all odds. And then he gets a slap on the face from Leia, who is pretty unenthused by his antics and his inability to think things through……which is very common for ESFPs. For those who are not that familiar with MBTI, all types have a function stack, comprised of four functions based off of the four letters of the middle-two slots of any given type, combined with an “introverted” and “extroverted” modifier. These four functions are “stacked” in order to determine the go-to mental preferences for each function. The ESFP’s function stack goes like this: Se-Fi-Te-Ni (Extraverted Sensing, Introverted Feeling, Extraverted Thinking, Introverted Intuition)

“So…….we like each other, or what? China has to decide...” Back to a little bit of advanced theory though. Like I pointed out in my Kylo Ren article (of whom is also an ESFP), the Fi-Ni (secondary and inferior functions for ESFPs) loop for ESFPs can be deadly in a self-destructive way. Because of any sort of immaturity being brought on by Se-Te, which has a propensity to act in the moment and make blunt, objective, externally-focused judgments, the ESFP is one that may have charisma, but ultimately has a lot of maturing to do before stepping into any form of leadership role. And ultimately, Poe falls into this trap as the plot of The Last Jedi moves forward. As Leia is blown into space and flies back to the ship Mary Poppins-style (hey, the scene was NOT corny, you haters), she’s rendered unconscious and Admiral Holdo takes her place. Poe does not like this one bit, and those Se-Te and Fi-Ni loops really come into play as he makes some pretty stupid decisions such as sending Finn and Rose on a *dull* side-mission behind her back and staging a mutiny on the ship. Because of his brashness, it’s a wonder why anyone even listened to him in the first place.

Now, Poe is ultimately talked down to by Holdo and the way he reacts is just so Fi. If you haven’t seen it, then……then why are you still reading this? Spoilers, bruh!

Huh, Bad Lip-Reading would have a heyday with this GIF. Through and through though, I think this one is pretty obvious and I don’t really have much explaining to do. He’s an ESFP, guys. That’s all.

#ESFP #mbti #mbti personality types #mbti funny #star wars mbti #mbti personalities #Star Wars #The Force Awakens #the rise of skywalker #The Last Jedi #sequel trilogy #poe dameron #oscar isaac

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lightaroundthecorner · 4 years

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TROS - What did I even watch? Or how I lived to see the day Disney murdered a prince, left Cinderella alone in the desert, and hoped for the world to rejoice because it was “fun”?

Dear friends, I’ve been here for the spoilers and I’ve even talked with some of you. I went to watch the movie today, with 0 hope of anything except of seeing my baby Ben Solo and Adam’s fenomenal acting (and listening to some good John Williams).

I knew it would be horrible, but as @nevernerdenoughblog said seeing it makes it even more. Like @clairen45 it felt so wrong. Should I rejoice with a Reylo kiss that Rey gave but seconds later didn’t even cry over Ben’s dead body? I refuse to acknowledge this characterization of Rey. She was the only one that ever believed in Ben Solo, she shipped herself to make him know he was loved and wanted and to help him. Where was this Rey in this movie?

I am sorry guys (especially for the tagging) but I need to write this out or it will eat me and you guys are the few ones that relate to my pain. You know what really hurt me the most in all this? Toxic masculinity disguised as feminism.

1) FAREWELL HEROINE’S JOURNEY

They trashed the Heroine’s Journey. They murdered it and spit in its face. JJ Abrams simply decided that the Heroine’s Journey (done in act 1/ep. VII and act 2/ep. VIII) was not cutting anymore and decided to send Rey on a Hero’s Journey (ep. IX only, new 1st, 2nd and 3rd act altogether), where she has become this almost toxic masculine fighter under Leia’s training — Badass girl? Yes. Full of anger? Yes. Logical? Yes. Connected to anything? No, not even herself, she kept on the run, afraid. In search of the Jedi detachment? Yes. —, only to send her happilly off to a desert planet in the end of her journey and finishing with her alone talking with an old lady.

Which remind us of the start of TFA, meaning she has comeback to what? Luke didn’t even comeback to that “home” in Tatooine the end of his Hero’s Journey? So she went to a place of death to what? This is a slap on the face of the Heroine’s Journey. This is how toxic masculinity corrupts and interrupts the most uncomfortable (to psychologically unhealthy bystanders) and fundamental (to the woman herself) phase of Heroine’s Journey: You want love, family, a partnership, connection, nurturing or progeny? That is weak, it is foolish. You need to fight, to conquer, to take, take and take. Otherwise you won’t be strong or independent.

REALLY???????????

I AM CRYING! WHY? WHY? WHY? Daisy, are you really seriously satisfied with this ending? Because REY DESERVED BETTER.

BTW, BEN SOLO DESERVED BETTER! The true feminist of this story DESERVED SO MUCH BETTER! ADAM DRIVER DESERVED SO MUCH BETTER! He always respect the director’s view, does his best to accomplish it and brings his best acting to the table. The only saving grace in the whole movie to me was Ben’s arc because 1) Adam was doing it and 2) He honored his character. Man he deserved so much better!!!!!

I’m not even going to repeat what everyone already said about where is George Lucas’ Fairytale Story, because you guys said it all. But I have a beef with Disney executive decisions:

2) WALT DISNEY - HOW I WISH WALT WAS ALIVE

Walt Disney. Much have been criticized concerning his choices to make HEA in fairytales. But what now? We find balance by wanting our children to grow up to be cynic and seeing the feminine as weak? Unhelpful? Bad?

“Yo independent women! You need no prince even if you have one. He can compassionately and selfelessly die to save you because he loves you and you can go off, happily, to celebrate with your friends! You don’t mourn his body, oh no. You don’t tell him you love him. You forget him. You go be that cool lonely warrior.”

Excuse me but I can kick ass and have the romantic love life and children I want! I can have both! Because I am a human being and I deserve it. This is not a matter of being a men or women. This is a matter of balancing the feminine and masculine within.

But that is not just it. BEN SOLO DESERVED BETTER! WALT WOULD NEVER, EVER LET A CHARACTER THAT WENT THROUGH ABUSE AND SO MUCH PAIN DIE THE WAY BEN SOLO DID! Is that a Disney movie??????? I mean, what did I just watch????

Walt Disney, the man who promised P.L. Travers, upon knowing who Mr. Banks was to her (her deceased alcoholic father) and what Mary Poppins, her work, meant to her, said:

“George Banks and all he stands for will be saved. Maybe not in life, but in imagination. Because that is what we storytellers do. We restore order with imagination. We instill hope again and again and again.”

THAT IS WHAT STORYTELLERS DO! Like so many fanfic writers in this fandom @nite0wl29, @stargazer1116, @intp-slytherin97, @eleanor-writes-stuff, @postedbygaslight, @raven-maiden, and so many others!! Btw, thank you all!! My vacation starts tomorrow and I’m going to read again all your amazing fics to regain exactly that: HOPE!

What was TROS? Leia and Luke believing in the good in Rey? The whole Jedi Order believing in her? I have nothing against that but why didn’t they believe or help Ben too? Ben didn’t receive any of that love, WHY? What was wrong with him? What did he do?! He was the most selfless of souls, just like his Father and Grandmother. Is this vicntim blaming??? WHY DISNEY, LUCAS FILM and JJ ABRAMS, WHY?!

I used to think people were wrong when they said Disney was only doing SW for money. Because Walt Disney also said and lived by this rule:

“The important thing is the family. If you can keep the family together — and that’s the backbone of our whole business, catering to families — that is what we hope to do.”

SW is about family and I refuse to accept ep. IX as SW. It has all the make up of SW, but it lacks the heart and very essence of it.

As dear @eleanor-writes-stuff said, so much for criticizing Rian Johnson, only to consagrate his work. That man honored the storytelling art and I’ll be forever grateful to him for his touch in SW and for how his writing touched and changed my life. And I know Waltz would have approved too because he also said:

“I prefer to entertain people in the hope that they learn, rather than teach people in the hope they are entertained.”

3) PLOT? WHAT PLOT?

Leia’s feelings for Ben have remained ambiguous, you can both read her as someone who wants her baby boy dead (because her death allows Rey to stab Ben to death if she wants to, when Ben was never going to harm Rey) or not. Actions speak louder than words, and this was the movie when Leia would have the chance to assume the responsability for her mistakes and take action, instead of only claiming she believed her son was alive.

If she clearly wanted to reach Ben, was Maz’s words needed? No, they weren’t. It was exactly because Maz needed to voice it that proved Leia’s actions could be read as ambiguous. Again, actions speak louder than words. Her body only disappeared after Ben’s did too because what? She was expecting him to die so she could collect his soul?

I dearly love Leia’s character but LEIA DESERVED BETTER! CARRIE DESERVED BETTER! In the end I’m not sure what to make of the ST Leia. She could have helped Ben but clearly sent him away to Luke because? What?

Ben Solo get his redemption from his own 2 hands + his father’s memory (not force ghost) + Rey’s confession. In the end he becomes the bride of the monster, only to die right after, in a what? Plot twist?

Finn, who? That was so messed up! Rose? Poor Rose!!! Hux? Oh Hux deserved better too. I was glad to see that Poe matured though and grew in his arc.

I’m also mad and confused about other plot points:

Ben throws his bleeded kyber krystal away because of his father. Okay. Why did no one help him when he cried on the Force to crack his kyber and soul, but Luke Force Ghost appears to catch Rey throwing a lightsaber in an on fire tie fighter?

Rey would turn to the Dark side if she killed Palpatine, right? 5 minutes later she won’t turn to the Dark Side anymore even if she still kills him in anger? Just because the self righteous jedi chose to let Ben get thrown down the abysm by himself but Rey was the Chosen One?

Still on this topic, so she choses to give up her soul so Palpatine uses her body as the vessel of his soul and the legion of siths, in order to save her friends, but she won’t take Ben Solo’s hand, even if she claims she wants to + retaining her body, to do the same?

I think force bonds don’t make much of a difference anymore when one of the parts dies. Ben can die and Rey seems pretty okay?

INTERESTING FACT: Beside me there was a father with his 6 or 7 year old son. The child kept asking what was going on everytime the movie introduced any plot twists or too much information too quickly. When the Reylo kiss came on screen, you know what the kid said? “I told ya!” I wanted to cry when seconds later the boy was claiming now was Rey’s turn to bring Ben back. Children understand the Heroine’s Journey and it doesn’t scare them. It is beautiful like that. The father then had to try and explain to the boy that other things were going on and that no, “that guy was gone”. What have you done people?

4) EPISODE X

I must have a clown face. They lied to us about this movie being “The Rise of Skywalker”. Maybe they lied to us about this being the end of the saga? Considering JJ claims this is fun, happy and hopeful, yeah, I doubt they are making an episode X or ressurecting Ben Solo after throwing in the garbage the Heroine’s Journey. I vaguely remember Adam also said he wasn’t going to appear in another SW.

IF they do announce an ep. X, I’m not watching it unless Ryan or someone like him directs the movie.

I loved to see Han Solo’s memory helping his son. That man trully loved him and it is tragic that he screwed up as a father only because he thought he wasn’t enough to be a good one and that Leia and Luke would know better.

I also loved to see Ben Solo as his father son and grandchild to his grandmother and great grandmother. He was beautiful and I love him and he’ll be forever with me.

I liked the Reylo kiss... but Rey’s actions in this movie have affected me so that it doesn’t feel like they scrapped the surface of making justice to this that could have been the happiest and most balanced of all SW couples.

IT COULD HAVE BEEN EPIC. IT COULD HAVE BEEN GRAND. But it wasn’t.

I’ll forget TROS. YBTOTT is now canon to me, because it is a perfect 3rd act in this trilogy, and @postedbygaslight honors the Heroine’s Journey like few writers have the gut and courage to do. Thank you so much Wayne!

And if anyone had the patience to read this to the end, thank you. I feel it too guys, this was awful and horrible.

#star wars #sequel trilogy #heroine's journey #tros spoilers #ep. ix spoilers #the rise of skywalker spoilers #spoilers #I extremelly rarelly consider a movie horrible #but this I can't deal with

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jyiori · 4 years

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Little Moments

Arcana Fan Children Fan Fiction | Adrian Devorak x Khayalan Alnazar Had some scattered thoughts at work, sometimes they show me little glimpses into one of my favourite pair’s daily lives. I just piece the fragments together when I have time... if only I had more time... there is just so much more to their world 💞 Adrian belongs to @lazyvoyager 🧡

It is Adrian’s turn to hold the book today, Khayalan’s turn to cuddle. Such are the designated reading nights. Delightful little expeditions into the written world, secure within the warmth and safety of home… Fresh from the shower, the dark-haired male busies himself setting the room up for his beloved. Humming softly to himself, Khayalan gathers some of the pillows strewn on the floor and deposits them back on the bed. Picking up the rest of the discarded clothes off the floor, he sniffs a little, contented himself with a bout of familiar scent – hugs Adrian’s clothes to himself tightly, before folding them over a chair. The young man looks thoughtfully at the bunch of candles at their disposal, finally deciding to go with lavender. It had been a long day at work for his dear doctor, who probably would appreciate some relaxation. Easily finding their unfinished book amidst the tightly packed shelf, Khayalan climbs into bed with it. Rearranging the mass of pillows into a comfortable nest, he strikes a seductive pose and waits. Soon, there was a creak at the door, and a tall, handsome brunette opens and enters, still talking animatedly to someone standing outside. There is an audible gasp when their eyes meet, and Adrian hurriedly excuses himself for the night. Well it’s hard to blame the way his thoughts scattered, especially when Khayalan is spread delectably on the bed, like that– The young doctor shuts the door and fumbles with the lock, much to the amusement of whoever he was talking to. As always, the inviting look never fails to bring a hot flush to his cheeks, mind instantly flitting to decidedly not-innocent thoughts. He shakes his head sternly, it is supposed to be book night – well, supposed to be book night for quite a few days, actually. Too often it suffered from sudden deviation of schedule, an urgent change of priorities, as wont to be with two hot-blooded youths so passionately in love. Khayalan laughs giddily, making Adrian smile despite of himself, albeit rather exasperatedly. “Khayalan.” It was meant to be a stern reproach, although it came out endearingly. Khayalan sticks his tongue out unrepentantly, but shifts into a more demure position obligingly and holds his arms out for a hug with a beaming smile. Ignoring the open arms, the doctor went about his business. Allowing the low lying towel from his waist to slip to the floor, Adrian takes his time putting on comfortable robe for the night, highly aware of the lustful eyes that greedily drink in the scene. He notes that the smile that greeted him has shifted into a solid pout, and grins wickedly in return. Serves him right – two can play at this game. All the same, the taller of the two is still careful and gentle with his landing. Positioning himself carefully between the legs spread oh so invitingly, he leans back lightly and just nestles right into the warm embrace. They sigh in contentment as the comfort of close contact sinks in, indulging each other and enjoying each other’s warmth. Wanting just a little more, Adrian snuggles closer as Khayalan breathes deeply with his nose tucked in the doctor’s fiery hair, taking in the scent of fresh Adrian and Nevivon sea salts. Humming contently, he drops a light kiss on the delightfully freckled forehead… another smooch on the bridge of his arched nose, a peck on each cheek, a gentle nibble on the lobe of his ear, trailing hot kisses down his neck… Slightly frustrated about the incessant teasing, Adrian turns around to face him, reaching up to pull his surprised lover closer, finally getting a well-deserved kiss on the lips. Khayalan doesn’t miss the chance to deepen the kiss, encircling his arms around Adrian’s neck, fingers tangling in his hair. Almost reluctantly they eventually pull back, slightly out of breath. “Look. We can’t be distracted again… at least one chapter’s progress on our daily reading, perhaps?” began Adrian convincingly, almost pleadingly to the amethyst eyes twinkling with mischief. “You say that every night,” the other man laughed, almost proud. Reading was important, but sometimes there were ‘other’ priorities. He nodded in agreement to the statement though, touching an adoring hand to Adrian’s cheek tenderly. “It’s been a long day for you… I know. I do know. I’ll be good.” He picked lavender tonight for relaxation, he reminded himself. The doctor needs his rest. Compliantly, Khayalan repositions himself by resting his chin upon Adrian’s shoulder, arms held in a loose embrace around his waist, giving him an affectionate squeeze. He sneaks in another kiss on Adrian’s cheek as the later lightly skims through the pages of the heavy book, finding and dispelling the magic insignia that was their bookmark. The lads settle into a comfortable silence as the reading starts, accompanied only by the gentle sounds of breathing and muffled sounds from the outside world. It takes a few minutes for them to fully delve into the lines, to enjoy the fresh material that they handpicked together. All too soon the page ends, he lifts his hand to lightly stroke on the hand that holds the book. There is a moment’s pause before his partner reaches the end of the page as well, the page is turned and they start anew. Some days they are so much in sync that they react to the stories at the same time, gasping in horror at the terrible incidents that befall the characters, stifling sniffles together when the story turns sad – and those are wonderful shared moments they would not trade for anything else in the world. It is always a pleasure to discuss stories long into the night, making up alternate endings for the characters or just excitedly gushing about their favourite scenes. Hm? There is a brief lull as Khayalan reaches the end of the page before Adrian does. He patiently waits, but the book sags a little in Adrian’s hands, tilting the words to a crooked angle. “…Rian?” Khayalan whispers, not wanting to disturb his train of thought. There is no response, until he hears the answering gentle snores. Smiling to himself, Khayal lifts the heavy book out of his bookmate’s tired, drooping hands. Placing his hand on the previous page, he traces an insignia and blows lightly on it with a tinge of magic. The sign glows a brilliant shade of purple when cast, infusing slowly with the page before fading to normal. Content with his bookmark, he leans over to the side of the bed to balance it on the table right next to the bed. Returning his full attention to his sleeping lover, Khayalan tries to get him to lie on the pillow next to him where space is abundant. “Come on, let’s get you comfortable-” The doctor grunts in response, shifting only to turn around and lock his arms around Khayalan’s waist. Sleepily, he burrows his face into his amused partner’s chest. Laughing lightly, the dancer runs his fingers fondly through Adrian’s hair. He tries to shift his position a little to lie down properly, only to be met with another grunt of protest. The grip on waist tightens, almost possessively. “Alright, alright dear.” Surrendering to his fate, Khayalan settles another pillow behind his back for comfort and secures another one for his neck for good measure, then wraps his arms around the sleeping figure. Just before he drifts away to join his love in their shared dreams, he presses yet another kiss to the top of his head. Goodnight, sayang. Semoga tidur lena. (Goodnight, my love. May you sleep well.)

#adrian #khayalan #kharian #my writing #little moments

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songtoyou · 4 years

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Chapter One: West Bridgewater

Paring: Ransom Drysdale x Fabiola Rossi (OC)

Rating: This story will mostly be rated 18+ as it is revolves around a relationship that is Dominant/submissive. For each chapter, I will do my best to rate it accordingly, but please know that the overall story will have very adult themes.

Warnings: None for this chapter

Word Count: 2,305

Description: Huge “Ransom” Drysdale always thought of himself as a powerful man. With his family’s money and status, Ransom could get away with anything. He had the power and control others would envy. Ransom could get any woman he wanted with a snap of his fingers. He was always in charge. He commanded attention. And he hated it. Never having a job in his life (thanks to his mother, father, and grandfather always there to supplement his bank account) or any real-life goals, Ransom felt incomplete and directionless. That is until Fabiola Rossi entered his life and turned it completely upside down.

A/N: I have not seen Knives Out. This is an AU of that world. I do not own any of the characters created by Rian Johnson. I have always thought of Ransom as a sub rather than a Dominant and this idea has been on my mind constantly that I needed to write it down. Anything in italics are to represent Ransom’s thoughts.

I do not permit any of my fics to be distributed on other sites without my permission.

Updated for grammar and punctuation edits.

What is a dominant-submissive relationship all about? As mentioned previously, there is an energy dynamic between the two partners. It is the Dominant’s duty to protect and guide his or her submissive. The submissive, also called “the bottom,” relinquishes some or all control to the Dominant. He or she is playing out their own kinds and fetishes through the guidance of a Dominant. No actions or scenes can be played out unless the submissive has consented to everything the Dominant plans to do during a play session. A D/s relationship is not solely about sexual activities but exploring new and interesting ways to connect beyond sex. For example, the Dominate can set up simple rules that the submissive must follow, such as asking permission to stay out late or have ice cream for dessert. A healthy D/s relationship can lead to a life of self-improvement.

“You got some mouth on you…I bet a ball gag would fit nicely around those pretty lips of yours.”

For some reason, Ransom could not get that comment out of his head. It was so unexpected and out of leftfield. He never had a woman said anything so bold towards him. No stranger to bondage with the opposite sex, it was always Ransom who was the one in charge. Women were more than happy for him to lead the charge. It was the only time Ransom was ever put to work, so to speak. Fabiola Rossi had managed to not only mystify the spoiled playboy, but he was not determined to find out more about her.

So, Ransom did one any person in their mid-30s did when trying to find information about another person, he stalked her social media. He came up short. No Twitter, Facebook, or Instagram that he could find of her unless they were private.

“This is Fabiola Rossi. She is an inspiring editor herself. I have taken her under my wing as a mentor.” Ransom remembered from the night before when creepy old Charlie Van Houten introduced his grandfather and him to Fabiola.

Of course, Fabiola had a LinkedIn page as she was a young working professional. Ransom saw that she graduated with a Bachelor of Arts in English and a minor in Psychology at Boston University. He noticed it had only been five years since she graduated from the university, so he suspected she was in her late twenties. Most of the jobs Fabiola received were internships or part-time positions. Not unusual for graduates looking to enter into the workforce. There was not much to offer due to the Baby Boomers not wanting to retire or companies being stingy with providing decent living wages or health benefits.

“Intern. Van Houten & Thompson Publishing. March 2019 to current. Performs proofreading and editing of manuscripts and additional documents before the final publication,” Ransom read out loud as he continued to look through Fabiola’s profile.

He got up to reach for his coat to pull out his wallet. Inside was a business card of Charlie’s that he gave Ransom before leaving his grandfather’s party. Charlie told Ransom to keep in touch and that they both could talk about possibly working together.

“If you have been working on anything, send it over. In fact, send it over to Fabiola. She’d probably love to read it and give you feedback. Give him your email address, honey. Any work you send over to her will be in great hands,” Ransom remembered Charlie saying to him last night. He looked over the business card and traced his thumb over Fabiola’s handwriting of her email address.

He could not understand why this particular woman intrigued him so, despite only meeting her briefly the night before. However, Ransom knew he had an itch to scratch, and it was better to get it taken care of now before things got too out of hand. Before he became too obsessed.

Turning on his laptop, he waited for it to boot up. Opening his email account, Ransom began composing a new email to Fabiola. He kept it short and simple by asking if she was still up looking over what he was currently working on.

Hi Ms. Rossi,

It was a pleasure meeting you last night. Hope you are doing well. If you are not too busy, do you mind if I send over the story I am currently working on? I do not want to impose if your schedule is too busy, but Charlie had such high praise for you, and I would appreciate the feedback and insight from you.

Talk to you soon,

Ransom

He clicked the ‘send’ button and waited. Thankfully, he did not have to wait too long for a response back.

Hi Ransom,

I am so glad you reached out. Please call me Fabiola.

Yes, I would be more than happy to beta read anything you send over.

Sincerely,

Fabiola

“Hook, line, and sinker,” Ransom said to himself with a smirk plastering over his face. He knew exactly which of his work he would send over. It was one Ransom had finished a while back. A story about the measures of what a mother would do to prove her child’s innocence when they are accused of a crime. It was one of his more personal pieces of work. He was somewhat anxious to get feedback on it. He sent it over to Fabiola as an attachment. Now, Ransom was in wait and see mode. ‘Who knows how long until she gets to actually reading it,’ he thought to himself.

Three long agonizing days later, Ransom finally heard back from Fabiola when he checked his email that afternoon.

Ransom,

How are you?

Sorry I have not gotten back to you sooner. Your story is amazing! I could not put it down. I actually read it twice. It had me on the edge of my seat the entire time and had a lot of heart. You are such a good writer.

I do have some suggestions for you if you do not mind. However, I do not want to merely give them to you via email or comments in the document. Would it be okay if the two of us meet up for coffee sometime this week? It would be easier to talk to you about the recommendations face-to-face.

Any suggestions on where we could meet up? I don’t mind traveling to your neck of the woods if it is more convenient for you.

Fabiola

Ransom was thrilled that not only did she like his work but was willing to meet him in person. He quickly wrote her back suggesting a meeting at a little coffee shop in West Bridgewater. It would only be a 34-minute drive for Fabiola to get to him. Honestly, Ransom was a bit taken aback that she was willing to drive all the way out to the boonies to talk to him in person.

The two decided to meet up on Saturday afternoon at The Bridge Coffee House, a new town establishment. A Starbucks it was not, thankfully.

When Saturday finally rolled around, Ransom dressed in his usual simple attire: gray cardigan, white long-sleeve shirt underneath, dark blue jeans, and Louis Vuitton black loafers. He gave himself a look over in the mirror one last time; he exited the house, got in his 1972 BMW 3.0 CSi, and headed to the coffee shop.

Once there, Ransom ordered an espresso and settled in a seat near the corner, but still visible for Fabiola to see him. As Ransom waited for Fabiola to arrive, his leg was shaking underneath the table. He was nervous, which was an unusual feeling for Ransom. Women hardly ever made Ransom nervous, but the woman he was meeting was for business, not pleasure.

‘Note yet at least,” Ransom thought to himself as he sipped his espresso.

The ding of the bell on the entrance door made Ransom lookup. There Fabiola was wearing a white long-sleeved fitted sweater with light blue jeans, white sneakers, and a light gray messenger bag slung over her shoulder. She looked around and noticed Ransom. Giving him a smile and wave, Fabiola made her way over to him. He stood up as she neared the table.

“Hi. How are you?” she asked and stuck out her hand for Ransom to shake.

He reciprocated the gesture and replied, “I’m good. Do you want something to drink? My treat.”

Fabiola accepted Ransom’s offer with an iced tea. “Is there a restroom around that I could use?”

Ransom pointed to where the restrooms were, and Fabiola excused herself while he got her iced tea. Paying for the iced tea, Ransom went back to the table and proceeded to wait again.

“That was quite a drive,” spoke Fabiola as she sat down in the seat across from Ransom, “Gorgeous scenery. I tend to not venture too far outside of Boston much.”

“Yeah, it is a nice quiet town. Not much goes on here.”

“I’m kind of surprised that you don’t choose to live in Boston. Figured you would want to be in a more urban area,” said Fabiola.

Ransom shifted in his seat to cross his legs, “I used to live in Boston during my 20s. Decided to move here a couple of years ago. Helped clear my head a little.”

Taking a sip of her iced tea, Fabiola asked, “Is that when you really began to write?”

Ransom let out a small laugh and cleared his throat, “Yeah…I just…needed a hobby to preoccupy my time.”

“Well, I have to tell you that it was a good idea,” said Fabiola as she began to rummage through her bag and pulled out a binder to place on the table.

“This story is outstanding,” she complimented.

Ransom felt the heat on his cheeks from her praise. It felt good to have someone appreciate his work, which was not a feeling he was used to.

“I do have some questions if you don’t mind me asking? Nothing bad, just some clarifications.”

“Sure. Ask away,” Ransom responded casually. He was doing his best to not seem too eager.

“What made you decide to have the main character a mother rather than a father? I ask that because, normally, male authors tend to write the protagonist as male. You don’t really see many male authors write crime novels with a main female character,” Fabiola pointed out and went on to tell him, “You also wrote the character really well. Like, she feels like a real person. She was fully developed and fleshed out. I was totally rooting for her throughout the whole story. And the side characters are nicely written as well. Each chapter kept the reader on its toes. You never knew what to expect. Nothing felt forced or out of place. Nothing dragged on. Here is a copy of my notes. Nothing too major. Only certain suggestions like clarification or more descriptive details for certain paragraphs.”

Ransom looked at her incredibly detailed notes. “I appreciate you doing this. Thank you,” Ransom said earnestly.

“Do you plan on getting that published?” Fabiola asked him.

Letting out a light chuckle, Ransom told her that most likely he would not.

“Why?”

“I prefer to write for myself. Not for an audience. Plus, there is the likelihood that I’ll get compared to my grandfather or people thinking that nepotism is involved,” answered Ransom as he continued to flip through Fabiola’s notes.

Fabiola merely sat back and took the time to really look at the man before her. With dark hair and blue eyes, a strong jaw, and a somewhat crooked nose, Fabiola could not deny that he was handsome. Before the meeting, Fabiola asked Charlie about what he knew about Ransom. Boy, she got an honest earful from Charlie. While Charlie complimented Ransom, there was a hint of pity in his voice.

“He’s got so much potential, but he wastes it with booze and women. The poor boy did have a stint in rehab when he was younger. It’s so parents of his. Always giving him money instead of love and affection,” Charlie shared with Fabiola.

“You don’t want to fail at the one thing you believe you are actually good at,” Fabiola stated to Ransom and added, “So, it is easier to not put yourself out there in the first place.”

Scoffing, Ransom sat back and stared at Fabiola. Now it was his turn to really look at the woman before him. With her long dark hair, brown eyes, and slender figure, he had to admit to himself that she was beautiful. But he could tell that there was more to this woman than meets the eye.

“You like to think you have me all figured out, don’t you? You think I’m some poor little rich poor?” Ransom asked with a hint of defensiveness in his voice.

“Yes,” Fabiola simply said as she folded her arms to rest on the table and continued, “You’re not some riddle, Ransom. You are quite easy to figure out. Just as I mentioned to you at the party, you are bored. However, it is not the excitement that you seek. Instead, you want guidance. You want someone to look after you and care for you. You want to surrender control. Am I wrong? Tell me I’m wrong, and I’ll shut up.”

With his silence, she had her answer.

“I can give you what you need, but to do that, we need to develop trust between one another,” Fabiola communicated and reached out to grip one of Ransom’s hands. She entwined her fingers within his.

“How much?” Ransom spoke up as they looked at their entangled hands.

Fabiola shook her head and clarified, “Nothing. I’m not proposing you sex Ransom. I’m proposing to you something completely different. What do you know about BDSM or a D/s relationship?”

#chris evans #ransom drysdale #ransom drysdale x ofc

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weirdandpissedoff · 5 years

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Rian Reads: X-Man #1

Writer: Jeph Loeb Artist: Steve Skroce Inker: Mike Sellers, Cam Smith, Bud Larosa & KevinConrad Letterer: Richard Starkings & Comicraft Colorist: Mike Thomas

Cover Date: March 1995

X-Man is a character with whom I’m all but completely unfamiliar, so I’m actually looking forward to finally getting to know a bit about him. Especially since I believe this is the character’s first appearance. What I’m less excited about is the fact that this mini-series is written by Jeph Loeb, whose writing style has long been a point of contention for me.

X-Man #1 opens with the title character (also called Nate, as I believe he is some sort of alternate dimension version of Cable? Maybe?) having some sort of psychic vision/memory involving an interaction with Cyclops in a sewer or subterranean complex of some kind. Escaping from this vision, he winds up in the ruins of Xavier’s school, witnessing an argument between Bishop and Magneto from the astral plane or something like it. Just then, Forge shows up looking like some sort of eccentric supervillain and yanks Nate back into the real world where we learn that during this “psionic memory” he emitted some kind of energy blast which decimated his surroundings.

We also learn that, along with Toad, Soaron (who is just Sauron with his name spelled differently, I guess?), a mute, seemingly lobotomized Mastermind, and some huge guy named Brute, Nate and Forge are wandering do-gooder mutants who routinely disguise themselves as a traveling theater troupe. We’ll call this strike one for Jeph Loeb as the concept of a bunch of traveling actors performing A Midsummer Night’s Dream just leaves a bad taste in my mouth.

The overpowering theme of this book seems to be that X-Man wants to use his awesome powers to help people, but Forge treats him like a child and won’t let him help out with their little covert rescue missions. The reason for this being that Forge fears that Nate’s powers are so strong that Apocalypse would be able to track them if he used them, much like the Eye Of Sauron (not Soaron) being able to see Frodo whenever he wears the One Ring in the Lord Of The Rings series. Of course, Forge’s fears are proven to be well-founded when we cut away to a scene in which The Shadow King alerts Apocalypse to “a ripple in the psionic plane like no other,” which he has been sensing recently. This prompts Apocalypse to call upon Domino to track down and either recruit or kill the source of these psionic ripples.

The rest of the issue details one of Forge’s missions to disrupt Apocalypse’s plans by rescuing a train-load of humans who have been rounded up for “testing.” Things seem to be going well until some Infinites show up, injuring Soaron and jeopardizing the entire mission. X-Man steps in, using his powers against Forge’s wishes to take out of one the Infinites before being saved himself by a redheaded woman named Theresa who learns in this moment that she is a mutant and has sonic scream powers.

With Theresa in tow, the gang makes a hasty retreat and are stopped later that night on their horse-drawn theater wagon (groan) by a stranger with a red diamond on his forehead who calls himself Essex. Obviously this can’t be Mr. Sinister because we’ve already met him and he looks nothing like this Essex guy, right? Then again, Sinister did recently abandon his position amongst Apocalypse’s ranks, so…anything’s possible in the Age Of Apocalypse, I guess.

I can only assume that X-Man will be pretty important down the line in the overall Age Of Apocalypse storyline since his powers “might even rival Apocalypse himself” (or so Forge says). However, I will say that, having now read the first issues of all 8 AoA mini-series’, this may be my least favorite of the lot. It feels as though it has the least to do with the overall plot thrust of the event, there are a lot of clichés in the story and I simply do not care for Jeph Loeb’s style of verbose narration. I could really do without that stuff. I’ve never cared for it in the past and I still don’t care for it now. That could just be me, though. On the plus side, I’ve long been a fan of Steve Skroce’s artwork and, though his stuff would get even better in the coming years (I’m looking at you, late 90’s Gambit ongoing series by Skroce and Fabian Nicieza), I’m happy to find him among the ranks of the mostly impressive stable of Age Of Apocalypse artists. Now, on to the #2’s.

- R.

#Rian Reads X-Man #Rian Reads #X-Man #X-Men #Forge #Age Of Apocalypse #Domino #Toad #Soaron #Sauron

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What do you feel about the hate TLOU 2 is getting? It's really disgusting the hate that the voice actors are getting. Laura the most. :-/ I've enjoyed it so far and I don't know how people can get so angry.

Well, first, the hate that Laura is taking is fucking disgusting. If you’re on Twitter I’d still encourage you to send some nice words and thoughts her way. Even if she never sees your message specifically, adding to the sheer volume of love and encouragement she’s getting to counterbalance the abuse can only help.

I’m just a dope with an opinion so feel free to disagree, but I think in this case there are multiple problems colliding over one piece of media. Which probably speaks to the greatness of TLOU2. One I see is entitlement in fandom and the inability of some to process storytelling that isn’t in line with their expectations. Two is the inability/unwillingness for certain people to think critically and understand complex storytelling. And three is straight up misogyny. Which is especially... I don’t want to say prevalent in gaming, because it’s prevalent everywhere, but it’s especially loud in gaming culture. Dudes don’t even try to be subtle. Laura voices/moves like a fictional ripped woman who brutally murders another fictional character who is a white guy, that has been anointed as a Hero™ by people who I don’t think are really processing the first game correctly, and then this game “doesn’t let you” kill that woman. That part really follows a well established narrative from the pissbaby brigade. Guys who jerk it three times a day to Ben Shapiro acting like they’ve got a week old diaper strapped to their ass screaming on the world wide web at women. It’s awful and they’re always looking for new targets.

Back to the first problem, the outrage from some people reminds me exactly of the outrage from some over Endgame and TLJ. I’m talking about the people who are like FUCK THE RUSSOS I HOPE THEY DIE b/c Tony shouldn’t have died/Nat shouldn’t have died/Steve would never leave Bucky... and the “Rian Johnson destroyed my entire childhood” people. If you dislike choice(s) made, that’s your opinion and it’s fine, but you have absolutely no ownership over a fictional character/universe/story whatever. You have zero leg to stand on by saying “I love X character and they’d NEVER DO THIS” because... they did literally do that. And not only did the director/writer decide this it’s quite possible the person who plays this fake person was like “yeah let’s go I love this decision.” Troy and Neil said in an interview about Joel specifically, they promise that no matter how much you love that character, they love him more. Because they made that character. You have no right to have a headcanon come true, no matter how much you think it makes sense or how much it works for you. I don’t know how anyone could have ever thought this was going to be Ellie and Joel Ride Again, but their reaction to not getting that game tells me exactly what sort of people they are. Again, if you disagree and can’t accept the story as it unfolds, if it reaches a certain point and you’re out, that’s cool. But you have to realize what’s worth getting heated over and what isn’t. If you’re disappointed, that’s okay I think, but just disengage and watch/read/play something else.

And the second problem, video games never, ever try to tackle narratives like this. At least not ones I’m familiar with. This is a really immature medium to tell a story like this, although I think it’s a medium where they can be powerful in ways they’ve rarely (or never?) been before because of the level of immersion. There’s a lot that they’re saying with these stories and I’m so deeply touched by them. I think they’re making really profound points. And, also, I’m deeply attached to characters, I have my own loves and headcanons for characters, all that, I’m not saying I don’t participate in fandom. Clearly, I’m on Tumblr, I do. And parts of TLOU2 didn’t just make me uncomfortable they make me feel physically ill, lol, and were really upsetting. But the greater narrative was aided by that. You have to love it all selflessly and look for what the creators are trying to get across. It’s insanely grey, complicated storytelling. There’s a high bar set for the maturity required to really digest what’s going on. The Last of Us isn’t here to only fill you with good feelings. It will sometimes, but the good feelings aren’t the whole point. And because of that, because of what video games normally are, people are resistant.

Last thing I’ll say is for the people specifically who can’t accept that Ellie doesn’t murder Abby. It’s astounding that they can’t see the story in TLOU2 is actually, entirely, holding a mirror to them. It’s telling on them. It’s astounding a game has SHOWN YOU TO BE someone who isn’t like Ellie ultimately becomes, who can’t resist the temptation of violence/hate and see the lonely pit of misery it is. You missed how when Ellie goes on a murder spree, it doesn’t help. You missed how when Abby violently murdered the man who killed her father, it doesn’t help. Violence will hollow you out and leave you for dead. Love, embracing empathy, that’s the map that will lead you to salvation/redemption. So when I see the circle jerk discussions of going back to TLOU1 and roasting Abby’s father alive with a flamethrower, and I see the real life threats being thrown at ND people, it just proves to me that certain people need help. Or they’re lost and don’t ever want to be found. Festering in your anger isn’t going to change anything and it isn’t going to help. That’s the whole fucking point.

#tlou spoilers #tlou2 spoilers #sry to rant #Anonymous

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