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moonastro · 15 days

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groom persona chart

sun in the houses

what is a groom persona chart? this chart exhibits qualities that your husband will have and possible placements that can be seen in their chart. it is simply a chart all about your spouse in a woman's chart. the asteroid groom can be identified using the code 5129.

so the sun is perceived as ones ego and ones characteristics and personality. in the GPC it can identify traits that your fs will have along with their personality.

reminder: this is my interpretation from observations and first hand experiences, so don't take this to heart.

sun in the 1st house: spouse is expressive and bold. can be seen as innocent at times and can catch eyes of other people. are fiery in a sense when they get mad or angry, in fact can get easily mad and are known to be scary when mad or angry. usually the fs wants to be recognised and seen as who they are and not who someone's opinions of them are, being authentic is very important to them. they take great care of their appearance and are aware of it so usually they can be seen as well put together and often very attractive. usually the fs also owns fancy cars and may be known for their 'cool' car whether if its the newest or a vintage, they just have a very fond appreciation for vehicles especially cars. native can meet fs where their is action going on and can feel as if everything went down in a blur.

spouse can have natal sun in aries, 1st house, fire sign, fire house, fire degree.

sun in the 2nd house: the fs values their space and comfort. fs can sing very well and can most likely sing throughout the day. can have a special bond with their possessions for example may keep books from like 10 years ago and take them to any new home they move into. can have a difficult time of letting things go if they hold a special place in their heart. on the other hand are laid back, enjoys little things in life, have interest in the arts, have a unique voice perhaps its soothing or raspy. can be difficult to persuade them to do something they really don't want to do and if you actually persuade them past their limits they can break down and make the whole situation worse that it actually is. also whenever someone makes them question as to why they are doing what they chose to do because when they do they will have a different opinion about people after making them hesitate to do something they want to do. native can meet spouse through stable environments and somewhere where money is involved which can be a holiday, town, restaurant etc.

spouse can have natal sun in taurus, 2nd house, earth sign, earth house, earth degree.

sun in the 3rd house: fs is expressive and quite blunt. says what they mean and can sometime come off as being rude. can use their words as a tactic in arguments so best believe can hurt you during an argument. however are a master when it comes to persuading people so they have this charm that people can't seem to fathom. they love to engage and respond to someone conversations and you best believe that they are someone who interrupts someone ELSES conversations to slip in their opinion or correct them. love things that stimulate the fs mind so they are actually very curious in nature and want to find out why things work the way they do. the fs most likely has a sibling or you may get introduced to your fs by their sibling or your own sibling, usually in the neighbourhood as well.

spouse can have natal sun in gemini, 3rd house, air sign, air house, air degree.

sun in the 4th house: spouse is traditional and exhibits a very bold and dominant place in the home. more than likely the spouse provides an important role within the family and home, the spouse is very reliant within the family and keeps the house stable. usually the spouse is very masculine and are very traditional with their role within the household for example, may be the breadwinner of the household. may be a softie to their children though, act differently around their children than they do with others outside their home. this can also be an indication of meeting your spouse by relations from your mother or feminine figure in your life. so your mother can introduce you and your spouse as they might have known them first. also most likely that your spouse is from your natal homeland.

spouse can have their natal sun in cancer, 4th house, water sign, water house, water degree.

sun in the 5th house: the fs smiles a lot. idk what it is but you see them having the most brightest face in the world, the sun is in its own sign so you will get the double effects of leo. he may act like a child himself sometimes, usually linking situations or occurrences to his childhood like for example like if they saw a teddy in a claw machine they can go on about how they had a similar one when they were like 3. love kids stuff such as eating from kids menu, kids toys, kids activities, kids books and so on. are really fun to be around though, definitely is the one to lift everyone's mood up and they will just keep at it and just smile like throughout the whole time you are with them because they just have the energy for it. can meet fs at a fun event where there is loud music, fun activities and chaos going on.

spouse can have natal sun in leo, 5th house, fire sign, fire house, fire degree.

sun in the 6th house: fs is in their practical mindset a lot. thinking of the worst possible outcomes in life in terms of their routine, health and so forth. may have a strong erg to perform duties for people and are actually very supportive and helpful. fs may be discipline in his routine and sometimes can come off as strict to others as they can easily force their views onto others. fs is quite strategic and are very clean and focused. may have a very important skin care routine or like double cleanse and stuff like that, probably are good at keeping their home tidy as well so are good at laundry, washing dishes, ironing, grocery shopping and so on. they are not really wary of the traditional roles in the home and just do what needs to be done. likely to meet spouse in a practical and routine based environment, most likely will be unexpected.

spouse can have natal sun in virgo, 6th house, earth sign, earth house, earth degree.

sun in the 7th house: spouse is an expert and values making and developing strong bonds with people. they hate conflict so they allow themselves to be in good terms with everyone. fs has lovely style and may smell amazing/ could be into perfumes, body butters, soaps and so forth. can judge people a lot though like oh look at them and what they're wearing and such. they don't like lying so they are very truthful to what they say and what they mean. possibly has great skin. fs is charming without trying, thats just the way they act fr, like thats just who they are. are most likely on everyone's side though and hate being on a side and prefer to be the mediator. have a soothing aura and can be liked by immediate family members rather quickly, their charm is something else I'm telling you now. can meet fs during being in a relationship already or being introduced by other people.

spouse can have natal sun in libra, 7th house, air sign, air house, air degree.

sun in the 8th house: fs is quite secretive, for example extended family members may not even know much about the fs even when married. fs is quite mysterious and if you want to know about them you would have to make the approach first. can look shy or unapproachable at first. spouse can get jealous easily and can perceive situations to be worse than they are. spouse can be attracted to occult themes and may practise tarot, astrology and so forth. fs knows their worth and knows they're a bad b*. are a powerful human being in what they do, have a lot of power whether its from someone else's money or their own, their sexuality or their spirituality. people want to know their life or wants going on int heir life, fs most likely will seem interesting on the outside. native can meet fs during a time of transformation and usually at a time where spiritual signs are all around them.

spouse can have natal sun in scorpio, 8th house, water sign, water house, water degree.

sun in the 9th house: spouse most likely has a degree of a higher education of some sort. fs is broad minded, have an adventurous spirit and are eager to learn from their mistakes and don't mind when someone corrects them if they say or do something wrong because they would rather do something correctly. are very adaptable to any situation so you'll see them do one thing and switch it up the next day or something. fs is particularly fond of other cultures and can be inspired from other countries whether its their food, language, tradition, celebrations they study all of it. fs can most likely speak more than 1 language. you may meet your fs abroad, at a different country, at university.

spouse can have natal sun in sagittarius, 9th house, fire sign, fire house, fire degree.

sun in the 10th house: fs is most likely quite serious and stern. are focused with their career and visions in life. are most likely the career oriented individual and most likely the spouse may be in a higher ranking position with their career than the individual with the placement. the fs may be well known by the public since the sun does rule fame and the public eye and placed in the 10th house of the public it makes sense. fs may posses mature characteristics that can acquire them to be in a more higher rank than others which can lead the spouse having lots of respect from other people. spouse may also have fame within their workplace, may be well known from their hard work can be also because they are better at one particular job and get praised and acknowledged for it. fs can be open to the idea of talking about death and the after world ( I'm not sure why but they have no fear of death). however this placement values their traditions and keeps their truth, are very fair with their actions. natives can meet their spouse in a workplace or during work, usually at their work.

spouse can have natal sun in capricorn, 10th house, earth sign, earth house, earth degree.

sun in the 11th house: fs can be irregular at times, can be a totally different person at home than they are out in public. fs is good with technical appliances and often are the handyman of the house when it comes to technology. can also own or cant live without their devices (something i picked up on). the fs may be know by many people as 11th house rules groups of people and its most likely on the internet, they can run vlogs, have a blog, post images, make videos and so on. their routine can consist of having their presence on the internet. fs is mature in their views. the native and fs may have started out as friends or may have been talking online before becoming official, could meet online.

spouse can have natal sun in aquarius, 11th house, air sign, air house, air degree.

sun in the 12th house: spouse is most likely from overseas. in terms of personality are emotionally attentive, intuitive, these individuals also often times listen to their spouse more. are soft spoken. they usually are on the move as perse you will hardly see them be in one place. the fs can have a different view in life and can often be left confused due to the lack of attentiveness to the world around them. the fs most likely can have family living overseas so they can have family living in different places in the world. fs can be distant with their spouses family so this placements family may not know that much about the fs.

spouse can have natal sun in pisces, 12th house, water sign, water house, water degree.

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byeuijoo · 2 months

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don't fall in love 𐀔 myung jaehyun

genre : mostly fluff, first love coded ⋆ warnings : none but reader doesn't like basketballs ⋆ word count : 1,811

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you don't particularly like basketball. you even hate basketballs because you're always afraid of getting one in the head — boys are often far too brutal when it comes to sports, their competitive spirit often takes over, and the desire to impress others can be felt in the strength of their shot. but when the only boy who ever made your heart beat madly, asked you to come to one of his basketball practices, you didn't hesitate for a second before accepting.

myung jaehyun has always been your buried secret — of course, there were other boys you might like, but it was him you wanted. from the back of the classroom, you could spend hours admiring him (and you weren't the only one) : his smile so big and bright that it overshadowed the sun, his hair always slightly in disarray from running around like a hyperactive kid, his school uniform' shirt always a little too open and his tie undone, revealing his sports shirt normally concealed underneath, but above all, his laughter, capable of chasing away every bad vibe in the air. he was always so kind, good-humored, funny and thoughtful, helpful, and full of other positive adjectives that didn't come to mind. you always found him interesting and intelligent, and not a day went by when you didn't squint a little too long at his concentrated face during classes. he's so cute, his lips slightly pursed together and his eyebrows furrowed, all bathed in the sunlight streaming through the window. nobody ever noticed your big crush on jaehyun, not even when you can't take your eyes off him and chew the end of your pencil until it almost breaks — and if, by chance, any of your friends knew, they were good at hiding it from you.

in spite of everything, the truth needs to be told : you're one another of the countless people interested in myung jaehyun. but even though so many people have already confessed their love to him, jaehyun never really showed much interest in any kind of relationship. he seems pretty focused only on his friends, classes and basketball practice.

or so you thought.

until the day he came up to you at the end of class, catching up with you, almost shouting your name, and trotting off to reach you. you don't know what face you must have made when you saw him standing in front of you — it was either embarrassment, curiosity or shyness, or a mixture of all three. but you didn't care at that time, because the boy you'd been watching so silently from the back of the classroom was standing in front of you, more handsome than ever with his sun-drenched face and a shy smile on his lips. his hand suddenly found your wrist, and the soft skin of his fingertips sent an electric field down your arm. you looked at him with doe eyes, noticing the way his eyes kept juggling between yours and an invisible spot on his right, his free hand rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

after a few silent seconds in which you simply admired his sweet face, a little too perfect to be real, jaehyun spoke up and caught your attention. « can i have you number? » he asked, so softly, his voice vibrating your heart — so much, that you felt ready to faint. nodding shyly but positively, jaehyun seemed far too pleased with your answer, handing you his phone without hesitation. grabbing it without a second's delay, your eyes were riveted on the screen, before his voice drew your attention a second time, « i'm myung jaehyun, by the way. i should have started there.. » — a slight nervous laugh left his rosy lips, which made you look up at him, a smile hanging on your lips. « i know who you are. » you answered naturally, before typing your number into the contact section, not noticing the way his eyes lit up right after your words.

« you know me..? » he asked, as if it were completely inconceivable for him to believe this new information. a chuckle slipped out of your mouth, and your eyes locked with his as you handed him his phone again. « who doesn't? » you said, and you weren't really wrong on that thing. myung jaehyun was probably one of the most popular boys at your school, as cliché as that may sound : he was good looking, captain of the basketball team, and above that, he was wearing his heart on his sleeve. jaehyun had everything to please, and that's what made him so popular. and you weren't the only one who noticed it. you had a lot of competition if you decided to seduce jaehyun, which was why you'd always stayed on the sidelines in the first place, but now, seeing him so close to you and melting under his honeyed voice, nothing made you want him more than to have him all to yourself. it's amazing what love can do to you.

a timid pink tinge clung to the apple of his cheekbones, and you swore that never in your life had you seen such a pretty boy. his eyes carried all the sun's glow, and the smirk on his lips seemed more shy and flirty than teasing. jaehyun, who always looked so sure of himself, seemed troubled and distraught, as if he didn't expect you to pay any attention to him. of course, he had already noticed some of your gazes riveted on him, your pupils burning his back, but he never had the guts to come and talk to you.

or at least, until now.

poor boy — he was too obvious, but you were too oblivious. how could you not notice that he was interested in you? jaehyun decided to change strategy when your fingers brushed his as he retrieved his cell phone, a chill running down his spine. « oh, i wanted to ask you something, » he began, regaining a certain composure and energy that you liked so much, « are you free on friday? »

staring at the sky for a few moments, you thought about whether or not you already had plans, when you knew perfectly well that wasn't the case. finally shaking your head in the negative under jaehyun's watchful gaze, you gave him a pretty smile, « i am. why do you ask? »

jaehyun seemed far too delighted by this sudden revelation, and moved a little closer to you, his hand rising close to your face. just as you thought his fingers were about to reach your cheek, you stared into his eyes for a few seconds to see where he was looking : a little higher, his gaze wandering through your hair. the next moment, his index finger and thumb grasped something in your hair — something small, fine and pink. a cherry blossom petal. watching the petal twirl between his pretty, skillful fingers, the boy finally catches your eye, his gaze fixed on yours. and when he spoke, you swore you felt like one of this female leads straight out of a kdrama, « would you like to come and see one of my games? »

the wind rustled around you, slipping between the branches of the cherry blossom trees, and suddenly, a shower of pink petals fell on your shoulders. a scene straight out of a romantic film — which made your heart beating with happiness. it was almost unreal, the timing was perfect, and the twinkle in his chocolate orbs made you want to twirl in the clouds. you weren't much of a sports fan, quite the contrary, but seeing jaehyun's bright smile on a basketball court was worth all the effort in the world. so you nodded gently, positively, hoping he wouldn't pick up on the excitement creeping through your veins.

« of course, it could be fun. » you affirmed, tucking a lock of your hair behind your ear and looking away. jaehyun suddenly felt his heart racing, like when he approaches a basketball hoop and adrenaline rushes through his muscles, having succeeded in inviting you had the same effect on him as winning a match. the overexcited boy shook his head like a happy puppy, before taking another step towards you, the sudden closeness catching you slightly off guard. your eyes opened a little wider than normal, planting themselves in his, which seemed a little too unkempt for your liking. out of the corner of your eye, you saw jaehyun run his tongue slowly over his lower lip, his gaze juggling from one eye to the other with the most tender smiles on his mouth. the image of his face surrounded by cherry blossom petals remained etched in your memory, you don't want to forget the way he looks so sweet and so hot at the same time.

« nice.. » he whispered, his fingers moving to reach your cheek and graze your cheekbone with the tip of his index finger, « don't fall in love with me after seeing me play. » — after his words, your heart raced in your chest, wildly, the words stuck in the back of your throat for long moments, far too surprised by his bold declaration. you hadn't yet realized that he was actually flirting with you (or maybe you just couldn't believe it), but now you knew for sure that jaehyun wasn't messing with you. in a burst of pure courage, your fingers innocently slipped around his tie, putting it back in place as you nodded, a look of understanding on your face. then, you stood up on tiptoe and put your lips to his ear to whisper the following words, « i can't promise you anything. »

with as much good as bad, and after a light chuckle, jaehyun tried to hide the smirk on his lips, but failed miserably when your gaze shifted from his eyes to his mouth the next second. the poor boy thought his heart was going to explode — but he had to remain calm and wise so as not to hurt his own dignity. nevertheless, satisfied with your answer, jaehyun offered you one of those smiles that only he knew the secret of, making your heart tremble with shyness, « good.. i'll see you on friday then? »

trying to ignore the fact that his fingers kept brushing yours, you confirmed his words before moving gently away from him, taking a few steps backwards to admire his face for as long as possible. as for him, he stood there like an idiot for long minutes, before jumping up in a victorious rush, a huge satisfied smile hanging over his mouth. oh, he can't wait to make you fall in love with him.

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lyralit · 8 months

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romanticizing academia writing prompts in honour of @lovelaceandco

cramming for your test the next day the night before: sheets and sheets of scrap paper, pacing around to get the ideas right, muttering to yourself and glancing between your notes and the presentation

writing the same notes over and over to get it in your brain

teachers that can quote poetry off the top of their heads & students who will sit around to listen

holed in your room for hours with impromptu music breaks and a hot drink going cold

academic rivals (because who doesn't love them) Anne-and-Gilbert-style:

"what did you get" and not hiding your grades when you did do better;

trading away the coveted position for a job you know they will do better at and you will love less & congratulating them for the awards they win and they you;

bringing them notes for a class they missed despite them being your competition

prioritizing your friendships.

school skirts in the dead of winter, cardigans buttoned loosely

having an idea in the middle of the night and getting up so it won't escape you again

going down research rabbit holes on topics much different from where you began

joining competitions that require studying for the sake of learning;

doing it all for the sake of learning

weeping over grades only to grit your teeth and promise to do better

sneaking in women in suits and powerful women here because academia is indispensable without them

burning energy in between-class exercise: sprinting down the hallways and climbing up the stairs to the old building; swim practice before and after school; chasing the wind out the doors as the final bell rings

getting swept away writing research papers on subjects you didn't know interested you; writing much more than you expected you would

finally understanding a subject that kept evading you; the click when everything finally fits into place

a braid falling out of place and smudged lipstick

the wide-eyed mania after emerging from a particularly grueling subject

jumping from club to fair to meeting

strings of code and students gathered around a singular laptop, muttering to themselves in hopes of finding their error

looking for a book in the library and finding a dozen that interest you

a dazed student stepping back from a chalkboard of illegible handwriting; triumphant with their answer

one student arriving early and working quietly in the commons; their classmates trickle in one by one, making small conversation, until the place is full and the sun is high in the sky

inside jokes in Latin from the ancient studies class you dropped two years ago

thick coats in the winter, jackets zipped tight while you run for cover in the snow with your precious work, ringed hands around warm mugs, cheeks flushed dark, snow on lashes

the golden rainbow of fall, the crimson trees on your way home, the traffic lights lit up through rainy windows, coffee and early mornings, chemistry trips to the ravine, catching the sunset after classes

spring flowers breaking through snow, baked goods and getting the hang of things, lazy spares in the common room, hoodies and boxy headphones, warm enough for the nice shoes, the soft patter of rain, the chirping birds

the last stretch before summer, unbuttoned collars, legs slung on furniture and frantic note-taking anywhere possible, eyes fluttering closed, chasing down the bus on the way home, rolled-up sleeves and tucked-back hair, "okay so".

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grimace-writes · 5 months

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New Kid in Town *.•.*•

No.1

GN!Reader x Task Force 141 (feat. Alejandro + Roldolfo)

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Summary: Reader’s first day on base meeting the team.

Word count: 1670

(3rd Person POV | They/Them so anyone can read :) | Early to Mid Twenties)

Mentions of Anxiety/Panic Attack.

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“Just remember to give it your all, kiddo! They’ll love you”

The words of their mentor ran through their mind as the plane landed on the strip, the rattling of the cabin alerting them of their arrival. It felt like dumb luck that they were chosen as a new addition for Task Force 141, hand selected by Captain John Price himself. Being a military brat meant they were basically trained from birth for active duty, {Y/N}’s skills were highly respected by their superiors (no matter how much they had their own doubts).

Sun rays filled {Y/N}’s eyes as they used their free hand to shade their face enough to make the descent down the stairs safer. There waited for them was a young man with dark skin around his late-twenties next to Capt. Price, {Y/N} assumed the man was one of his new teammates.

“Greeting {C/N}. Glad to see you again, mate. I hope the flight here didn’t treat ya too badly..” Price shook their hand with a warm smile on his lips, he gestured to his left toward the other male “..Meet Sergeant Kyle Garrick.. Code name Gaz. He’ll be acting as your guide around the base as I’m busy with a few meetings I have today. I was hoping to show you around myself, but it couldn’t be helped. Speaking of which, I’m a tad late..See ya at lunch” The older male sighed giving {Y/N}’s shoulder a welcoming squeeze as he gave Gaz a wink before leaving the two of them.

Y/N turned their attention to the slightly taller male for further instruction, they were able to take a better look at him. He was so youthful and frankly handsome, his light facial hair outlined his jaw nicely, his smile caused their chest to feel warmer. Gaz stood with confidence as he held his hand out to {Y/N} “Sup, like the cap said, I’m Gaz.”

‘This might not actually be so bad..’

They took Gaz’s hand in a firm handshake, as they did so Gaz pulled them into a bro-hug, his smile never breaking. “It’s great to finally have someone on the team closer in age. Let’s start this tour with your room, so you don’t have to lug that around the whole time.” Gaz let {Y/N} go walking towards the hanger, leaving them a little dumbfounded by the sudden physical contact.

‘Mmmm..Not what I was expecting, Gaz is a hugger, noted. I wonder if the others will be the same..’ They thought to themselves slinging their duffle bag over their shoulder, taking long strides to catch up with their interesting colleague.

Gaz filled the silence between them with small details of the base, from passing the training halls to the recreation area as they made the long way to the barracks (basically showing them everything). {Y/N} started to feel a slight annoyance start to build in their mind as they recalled what Gaz said earlier, it seemed they ended up just carrying their stuff the whole way. The feeling spiked as the two finally made it to their destination and Gaz had a cheeky smirk on his lip. He leaned against the frame of {Y/N}’s new room, luckily for them the base had adequate space for each member of 141 to have private quarters.

{Y/N} smacked their lips towards Gaz causing the male to snort in response, they placed their hand on that door handle but stopped themselves before proceeding. “Is it unlocked?” They asked, not wanting to feed into Gaz’s mischief further, all they wanted was to unpack and take a few minutes to settle in.

“Yeah, don’t worry I’m not gonna make you run into the door. Plus the key should be inside, along with a small map of the base just in case. Though I’m an awesome tour guide so I doubt you’ll be needing it.” Gaz boasted himself, this time it was {Y/N} who scoffed.

“Absolutely, one hundred percent..” They said, opening the door to the 140 square foot room, which was furnished with a plain colored full sized bed, a large wardrobe, and a basic oak desk and matching desk chair. {Y/N} placed the duffle bag on the bed then laced their fingers together to quickly stretch and crack them. They hummed at the satisfying feeling it gave as he turned back to Gaz who was now standing in the doorway.

“Since I showed you everything, I’m gonna leave you to hang out and settle in before lunch time. I’ll be in the training hall if you need anything or get bored. See you later, {C/N}” He said, closing the door for them with a small wave, which they returned.

They waited a few minutes before they let out the deep sigh they didn’t realize they were holding in. Pushing the bag to the end of the end, {Y/N} crawled onto to bed, creaking under their weight. They wrapped their arms around their head, moving their legs close to their chest as they hid into themselves. From learning of their new post to the moment they stepped foot on base, the situation hadn’t set in until now.

The intense sound of their heartbeat filled the negative space, minutes felt like hours whilst they laid curled into themselves. They meekly hummed a snippet of a song their Mother would sing when {Y/N} would have episodes like this at home. It had been a while since they felt so frightened by a decision, they always went from one mission to another like they were ordered to do. The feeling of making their own decision on their career was so freeing yet so overwhelming, it made their head spin and their heart sink. {Y/N} took a couple deep breaths then stretched their limbs out, sitting up on their bed to check the time. ‘Only twenty minutes..That’s good, I didn’t waste too much time.’

They moved off the bed over to the desk, picking up the simple key ring with a single key on it that laid on a map of the base. They ran their thumb over the key, the cool metal feeling nice on their warm skin, before placing it back on the desk. They thought the best next course of action was to unpack, change into their new uniform, then head to meet up with the rest of their team for lunch. It took them only 30 minutes to finish their tasks before they made their way out of their room, locking the door behind them as they went. {Y/N} had the map folded in their pocket just in case, but Gaz in fact was a good tour guide, so getting to their destination was easy.

The sound of a few men laughing echoed through the hallway leading to the entrance of the mess hall, which was more like a mini makeshift dining and recreation room with a decent sized kitchen area. The team had strong feelings their bond would grow stronger if they made homemade meals together. As {Y/N} entered the room, they saw Price by the stove with a gentle looking Hispanic man chopping vegetables nearby. Sitting at the table was Gaz, along with another Hispanic man widely smiling, a loud laughing Scottish Man, and..{Y/N} almost couldn’t believe their eyes as the Ghost sat with the rest of his teammates. Alongside Capt.Price, his reputation was well known, even his mentor had a run in with Ghost.

Gaz was the first one to acknowledge {Y/N}’s presence in the room as he waved his hand high, greeting them in a chipper tone. “Hey {C/N}. Glad to see you decided to join us, time to meet the rest of the gang.” {Y/N} took a seat next to the excited male, looking at each person as they were introduced. “First off, we have Sergeant John Mactavish call him Soap..” Said male flashed {Y/N} a flirtatious smile with a wink. “..Then, Colonel Alejandro Vargas of the Mexican Special Forces," Alejandro raised his glass as a welcoming gesture. "As well as his second in command Sergeant Major Roldolfo Parra or Rudy. He’s the one next to Price over there.”

Rudy turned to the table after hearing his name to wave at {Y/N}, his smile was as warm and welcoming at Price’s was. Their attention turned to the final member to be introduced, his gaze intense making them feel a bit nervous. “Last but not least, we have Lieutenant Simon Riley better known as Ghost.” The lieutenant gave his new teammate a nod for a reply, turning his gaze to a different part of the room. “Don’t take his cold shoulder personally, the LT is a big softie when you get to know him.” Soap chimed in causing Gaz and Ale to snicker.

“Either way it’s nice to meet you all. I’m Sergeant {F/N L/N], my alias is {C/N}. I look forward to working with you all.” They spoke confidently as they sat back in their chair, feeling more part of the group as they chatted. They were asked about little things like where they were from and their experiences to their hobbies and interests. It was mainly Gaz, Soap, and Ale who asked, Ghost just sat there listening intently locking away their answers for future use.

The conversation ended when Price and Rudy placed the components of their shared meal onto the table. Soap and Gaz were instructed to grab plates and utensils as {Y/N}, Ghost, and Ale took turns washing their hands. During their chat it was explained how chores and meal prep were divided equally amongst them, with {Y/N} now here they would have to do some adjustments. Any anxiety or doubts about joining were starting to melt away as they ate and laughed amongst their new colleagues.

‘This really isn’t gonna be so bad..’

•*.•*~To Be Continued~*•.*•

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seeyoulbleed · 9 months

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An Ocean Between Me and You

Pairing: Okkotsu Yuta x You (gender neutral reader)

You love him. You love him dearly. You just never thought he'd love you too, not the way you wanted. Scared to mess it up, you confess one night when you think he's asleep.

He isn't.

warnings: slight Yandere!Yuta at the end. But can be read otherwise.

🦇🩸First fic on here! People seemed interested in my napping with Yuta post so I decided to take a crack at it. Lowkey self-ship coded.🩸🦇

Life with your best friend is easy most days.

Yuta has an energy to him that calms your racing thoughts, his presence pulling you back down to earth and grounding you when all you want to do is fly high. He's a steadying hand in a life of uncertainty, always there, always ready for whatever comes at you next.

"We'll take it on together," Yuta would say, his smile tired but sincere. "Me and you."

It was no wonder you fell in love with him. It was all too easy, honestly. He's an easy person to love. Sometimes it was even easier than breathing.

The rain outside carries on, a storm brewing on the horizon and crawling across the earth in a slow drag. You've been restless all day, the gloom a nice break from the searing sun of Japan, but you want to do something other than watch a movie. So when it's finally bearing down on your apartment, you give your roommate an impish grin.

"Yuta."

"Hmm?" He asks from the other side of the couch, his hand resting on your ankle. His thumb brushes the delicate bone there through your obnoxiously colored socks.

You roll off the couch with a grunt and spring to your feet, ignoring the rushing of blood that makes you momentarily dizzy, too busy grinning and running to the door like a child. You forgo your shoes and a jacket, ripping open the front door and running through it with a cackle. It's imperative to get to your destination before he catches you. His mother-hen tendencies will ruin your fun if he does.

"Hey! What are you doing, you're going to get sick!"

You don't answer, running down the apartment stairs. The rain has made the steps slick and you nearly slip and brain yourself against the rails. It only spurns you on, your giggles wild. A glance behind you shows Yuta on your heels, his shoes only half on.

"Come on! Let's play in the rain!"

"It's too cold, let's go back inside!"

"If you really didn't want to, you would have caught me already." You take the stairs two at a time now, delighting in the exasperated huff you feel across the back of your neck.

He's so close. Damn him and his stamina. But you are flooded with the sudden need to be in the rain. If it's to wash away your restlessness or if it's an excuse to regain his attention, you don't think you want to know. Not now, when he's so close behind you. You reach the bottom of the stairs and spin out in the middle of the grass.

You're both growing up so fast. Already adults and forced to make your way out in the big wide world, beaten down daily by its trials and tribulations. Truly, what is the harm in indulging in childish happiness when you can?

He catches you around your middle mid-spin. You squeal before leaning back into his chest, the noise tapering off to delighted laughter. You always get him to play your games in some way. Moments like this, where he turns you around in his grip, his smile heartbreakingly soft and so, so fond...you think he could love you too.

Yuta looks at you like you're the center of his world. It's a heady feeling, tangible like an embrace. You start to hum a long-forgotten melody, swinging the both of you back and forth in a mockery of a dance. Yuta laughs gently, giving in.

"Okay, okay. Not for too long or you really will get sick."

"What, don't want to take care of me?" You bat your lashes and feel rewarded when he smiles.

"I already do that, don't I?"

"Oh, whatever." You twirl him and watch as his hair plasters across his rain-slicked skin. Your fingers twitch with the need to push it out of his face but you hold steady, focusing on a song only you can hear.

It's too easy to love him, you think, especially when he's like this. He's beautiful.

Your chest aches.

Eventually, you have to go back inside. The rain has soaked you both down to the bone and shivers begin to wrack your body. Yuta takes note of your sheepish smile and lets out an amused huff of air before gesturing for you to get on his back.

He's warm through the wet fabric of your clothes, goosebumps erupting across your skin. You sink into the warmth, pressing your nose into his hair, an animal seeking heat. The ride back up to your apartment is slower than his usual pace, his hands firm on your thighs as he carries you up.

"You're ridiculous, you know that?"

"And yet you're stuck with me."

"And you're stuck with me." You both laugh.

Despite how much you wish the ride up could last, nothing good ever does for long. You both reach your door all too soon and you slide off his back, your body still pressed against his for the briefest of moments in a moment of weakness. Yuta shudders and you pull away with a flush.

"Thanks," You mumble, patting his shoulder as you walk past him into your home.

Yuta kicks his shoes off and disappears for a moment, returning with two towels. "Let's get you dried off."

Your breathing and the sound of water dripping onto the floor are the only noises in the quiet home. It makes sense for you both to have moved in together. You did almost everything together, so why not just live with your best friend while you're at it? It'd save you both the trip. Plus, it allows you quiet moments like this, the both of you damp from rain but content all the same.

It's so easy to pretend in these little snippets of time that he's all yours. That the room you'll shuffle back to is one you share and that you won't have to crawl out of in the morning before he wakes up. A lump forms in your throat as you break away from each other to head to separate rooms to change.

The best you can do is take what he gives you. Sometimes you get to flop into his bed for a nap- if he takes pity on you that is. He's always been cagey about sharing his bed in a way you don't quite understand. On the couch, he's never far from you. But maybe the bed is too much, too far past the boundary of friendship for him to be comfortable with. Though there are rare exceptions where he drops the invisible line and lets you snuggle into his sheets that smell so strongly of him.

Like today. You bite back a smile as you poke your head into his room, now in dry clothes. Yuta sits on the edge of his bed, looking at his hands with an unreadable expression. It's enough to pull the smile off your face.

"You alright?"

Yuta jerks up and gives you a shaky smile. "Yeah. Just tired. Want a nap?"

"I was hoping you'd ask. I think I might fall asleep standing if I don't lay down soon."

"Can't have that, can we?" He asks softly, laying out on his bed and patting the space next to him. It's the same place you lay each time, to the right of him next to the wall.

You slip into the room and crawl across the bed, grinning at him. Heavy-lidded eyes track your movements, the whisper of his clothing rustling against the blankets beckoning you closer as he makes room. Your heart is hungry and you take the invitation readily, pulling the blankets over your body the second you lay down. The gap between you both is humbling. It's ocean-wide despite how he's not even an arm's length away.

It's still too far and yet all too close. This close-up, you wonder if he could read you. Can see your feelings for him and how strongly even something as lying next to him affects you. You grip the sheets tighter to keep from gripping him. Yuta flicks the lamp off and rolls onto his side, his back facing you.

For the next twenty minutes, you're convinced this is agony. So close and yet so far- the irony is not lost on you. He's the refreshing drink just out of reach in the middle of the desert. When you think the coast is clear, you inch your way forward with closed eyes to press your forehead between his shoulder blades. You rest it there, muscles uncoiling as you breathe him in.

"You know, I wish you loved me like I love you. I'm sorry for it.' You whisper, burrowing further into the line of his spine. "I really am."

It's not quite a kiss you press to his back but more of a touching of lips. It's brief. It's chaster than the searing hunger in your chest desires. But you eventually force yourself to roll onto your other side and succumb to sleep, broadening the gap between you both once more.

You wished he loved you. That he saw you the way you see him. He's the light on the porch when you're coming home, the hand at your back when you ride the train together, steady and comforting and safe. He's the rush in your veins and the craving that makes your teeth ache for a bite of him.

Yuta is everything to you and loving him hurts in the most beautiful way. But at least you have this.

It is enough.

No it's not, your heart weeps. It'll never be enough.

You're fast asleep and you don't notice the way the bed dips beneath your still body. Yuta's stare is heavy on the wall before he cranes his head down to look at your sleeping form, his denim-blue eyes wide.

You love him?

Him?

His hand shakes as it rests on the back of your head, his fingers trembling. Your hair is still damp from the rain but he doesn't care, he runs his hand over it all the same with a reverence that would shake your bones. Warmth blooms in his chest and Yuta smiles.

"You love me," Yuta breathes. "You love me."

His grip tightens on your head. The corners of his smile twist a touch too wide. Your words echo in his head over and over again, a song that will play on repeat for the rest of your lives. You love him, and he loves you. It's all he could have dreamed of. It's all he's ever wanted.

Yuta knows then that he could never possibly let you go. The hunger in his heart outmatches yours easily, a hurricane to your summer storm. Even now, with his hand on your head, it howls for more.

"Sweetheart," He whispers back, his hand trailing from your head down your side. "I'm going to make you the happiest person alive. You can count on that."

#red writes #yuta x reader #okkotsu yuta #yuta okkotsu x reader #yuta x you #yuta okkotsu x you #jjk imagines #jjk x reader

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tadpolesonalgae · 8 months

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Azriel x Cam-Girl!Reader: His Personal Assistant

A/N: I just— Azriel in a suit and tie? Getting all hot and bothered because he recognises reader from her late-night streams that he spends his evenings watching? How am I supposed to resist that?

Also, apologies to anyone named Kieth :)

Warnings: slight work-place harassment

-Part 2-

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“Really?”

Helion gives you a smile, “I told you: anything. I can’t imagine why you would want to, but—”

You’ve already launched yourself at him, arms wrapping securely over his wonderfully muscled shoulders, dark skin contrasting gloriously with the crisp white polo he’s wearing that stretches over his chest. The top few buttons are undone in the summer heat, giving a simultaneously tantalising and teasing view. Enough to have your mouth watering, enough to pique your interest, but not enough to reveal anything else. An appetising suggestion.

“Thank-you!” You squeeze him tight and his laugh reverberates through your breasts, nipples peaking in response to the deliciously deep sound. His large hands span your waist, squeezing back and his breath tickles your neck. You press a smacking kiss to his cheekbone, sliding down his body until your flats land on the terrace—warmed by the sun.

“I’m not sure you’ll be thanking me by the end of the month, Luscious,” he chuckles, using your stage name, releasing you as you step away again, still smiling broadly. “I think you’ll be bored to tears by the end of your first day there.”

“Nonsense. I’ve always wanted to see how normal people live their lives,” you counter, grinning confidently. “Besides, how did you manage? It’s not like I have a particularly outstanding CV or anything…” You squint your eyes at him, “what strings did you pull to get me this job?”

Helion smiles, gesturing to continue the walk through his garden. “A good friend from my university days owed me a favour for something in the past,” he explains, eyes twinkling. “One of his directors has a habit of overworking himself—he thinks a personal assistant might do the trick. You’ll be there to give them an extension on finding a suitable fill for the role.”

Your nose crinkles a little, “so…what’ll I be doing? And what sort of job is it? Tell me I’m going to get one of those fancy chairs. You know, all big and executive? That have wheels on the bottom and spin around?” You ask excitedly. You gasp, “will I get a desk, too?” Helion laughs again, raising his hands in a placating gesture. “You’ll be filled in on the details when you get there. As far as I know, it’ll be fairly straight forward: photocopying, emailing, getting coffees—general admin tasks.”

Sounds fun—interesting.

“You probably won’t sit in on any meetings, since he runs a pretty prestigious law firm, but hopefully it won’t be too much of a bore.” He winks over his shoulder and you grin broadly. “How big is the building? Is it far from me?”

“Yes, it’s a skyscraper. And about a twenty minute drive—if you avoid rush hour,” he replies, moving toward the fountain. You could whoop with joy, but manage to restrain yourself. “Thanks again, Helion,” you say, still bursting with happiness—you’re going to get to work a real, normal job!

Your boss just grins over his shoulder, eyes gleaming, “don’t thank me yet.”

You don’t really consider his warning, instead launching more questions his way: What will you wear? How long is the work day? Will you get a decent lunch break?

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Monday morning, you’re up and ready.

You’d selected your clothes the day before, having gone on a mini shopping spree to get in some appropriate attire for a law firm—which was both and arduous and fun task. A law firm…how grown-up!

The week before, you’d poured over the short and concise email you’d been forwarded from Helion, informing you about dress codes, break times, and when you’re expected to be there, accompanied with parking directions. You’d smiled to yourself that night, before stripping off your clothes, hopping in your shower, then switching on the webcam as you settled in your spare bedroom.

Helion hadn’t been lying when he’d told you the building was a skyscraper, complete with large windows and—most impressively—solar panels covering the elevated roof. The sun is out, making you second guess your cardigan, but hopefully there will be AC inside to counteract the heat. Checking your phone for the email, you step inside the building.

Five minutes later, you’re knocking on a looming door that leads to a room overlooking the entire city—he’s on the top floor. When there’s no answer, you peer at your phone, rereading the email. You’re definitely where you’re supposed to be—maybe a little early, but that’s never a bad thing. You perk up when you hear your name, footsteps drawing closer as you turn to greet whoever it is.

You conceal your shock perfectly—he’s so young! He can’t be older than his early-thirties—and so handsome, too! What a pleasant surprise. Your red-painted lips split into a carefully crafted smile, designed to be both alluring and demure, extending your hand before you, “I am expected, aren’t I?”

The man stops before you, eyes flicking to your hand as he grasps it firmly, gaze piercing into you. The shake is firm and assertive, more of a yank on your arm than the polite gesture you had expected. “You were supposed to wait at reception to be escorted to my office,” he says in a stern, but not unkind, voice. “I was expecting to find you there, but it seems you like to take initiative.”

Your smile morphs to a grin, “that I do.”

His lip twitches, but he gestures to his door, walking inside as he moves for his desk, muttering something under his breath: handful, indeed. You shut the door behind yourself, the slightly clouded floor to ceiling windows that separate his office from the hallway registering dimly in the back of your mind.

“You must be Rhys, then. The friend Helion mentioned,” you probe, taking the seat in front of his large desk. The chair is wonderfully comfy, making you want to purr. Somehow, you don’t feel he would appreciate the reaction. “Rhysand, yes. But you will not be addressing me so,” he replies smoothly, opening his suitcase and pulling out his laptop. “How much has Helion told you about your work experience?” He asks without looking up, preoccupied with commencing what is probably his daily routine of work.

“He said something about working as a temporary P.A. to one of your workaholic directors,” you drawl. There’s that lip twitch again. Not too bad, then. First impressions seem to be going okay. “He also mentioned not getting any ideas concerning bringing my prior work experience to your firm,” you say smoothly, offering a polite smile, watching for his reaction.

He doesn’t remove his attention from the laptop, deft fingers already flying over the keys, features a mask of vague amusement as he gives a brief nod. Right, a power play, then. He wants to make it clear that you’re working for him—one step out of line and you’re done. At least, that seems to be the rough message he’s sending.

“Say, did Helion mention anything about that?” You ask, feeling him out a little. “About what?” He asks, absently. Definitely a line in the sand. Helion must have mentioned your attitude. Fine, then. You can play pretty-personal-assistant. You can be a good little corporate slave. That’s your talent, after all: switching your personas to keep people at your feet.

“About my main job. In entertainment?” You ask, the smile turning demure, while keeping your tone polite. “I know his own line of work, yes. And no.” He looks up from his laptop, eyes turning cold and stern, “you are not to indulge in any sort of work that does not relate directly to tasks you have been given by my Director.”

Your smile widens a little, “understood, Mr. Rhysand Sir.”

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Helion hasn’t prepared you enough.

Why hadn’t he mentioned the man you’d be working for has looks to put your male counterparts to shame? With a face like that, you’re mildly surprised your underwear stays on and doesn’t drop to your ankles. That a puddle of wetness doesn’t seep into the chair you’re currently seated on.

You stand to greet him, holding out your hand, hoping he’ll be a little gentler than Rhys was. But as soon as his eyes settle on you—red lips, pretty pearl earrings, sweet little pencil skirt—nothing. Not even a blink, or a double-take. Not even a roll of his throat. And it seems his eyes have already flicked back to the CEO by the time you’ve realised he is blatantly refusing to shake your hand. Your teeth grind as you bring your arm back to yourself. For a brief moment you wonder if it’s distain for your occupation—but Rhys had made it very clear he’s the only one who knows about your situation, so it can’t be that.

Of course you get stuck with the pissy, entitled Director who probably thinks women still belong solely in the kitchen and are only good for popping out babies one after another. You feel bad for his wife—if he has one. You should have given some thought regarding to the type of men you’ll be dealing within this discipline. Probably grew up with topiary surrounding his father’s estate, with an obscenely long gated driveway to flaunt it. His own house probably came with underfloor heating and bedrooms that are purely decorative. Probably says scone instead of scon.

“This is my Director, Azriel. Azriel, this young lady will be helping relieve your obscene workload,” Rhys introduces, a plain smile on his handsome face that somehow isn’t as interesting now that this classically-carved, marvellously-muscled, entitled ass has entered your world. “This is her?” He asks, keeping his attention off you. Not showing so much as an ounce of respect. He’s getting on your nerves and you’ve known him less than a minute.

Rhys nods his head once, a swift, concise movement, “correct. You will show her around the firm, demonstrate how to use the necessary equipment, and make sure she is working to the overall exceptional degree that is expected within my company.” Internally, you’re trying to keep yourself together—remarkably tricky. Working to not just a satisfying, but an exceptional degree? With this stick in the mud? All too suddenly, Helion’s warnings are making sense.

Azriel barely nods, “understood.”

He turns for the door, a silent dismissal passing between them, not once looking at you as he makes for the exit. It takes less than a second for you to realise he’s expecting you to follow behind him, like an obedient dog, but you manage to make a graceful exit, muttering a relatively polite, thank-you for your time to Rhys before you’re striding to match Azriel’s brisk pace. You’re not sure he’s even doing it intentionally, with those long legs of his—finely muscled, just like the rest of him. Dickhead.

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The first place he takes you to is his own office, stopping by to drop off his satchel and turn his laptop on, preparing for the long day ahead. Then he’s escorting you out, striding down the hallway, directing you to a new location. It’s all rather terrifying—the speed and precision with which he conducts himself. Brutal efficiency lacing every movement.

You pick up your own pace to match his, having to kick up to a slightly faster walk than usual to keep up with him. He shows you to your temporary office—across the hall from his own—along with how to use the photocopying feature on the chunky block of machinery at the side of the lounge, as well as how to scan documents in. He shows you once how to do everything, then lets you try your hand at it. Unsurprisingly, you stumble the first two times, either forgetting to select an A4 sized piece of paper, or forgetting to make sure the documents are scanned in with colour.

Despite his previously sour attitude, he’s patient with your learning, not snapping at you when you get something wrong. Not encouraging you, either. You can’t tell where you stand, and as a socialite, it unnerves you—you can’t get a read on him. But you can’t let him intimidate you. He seems like the type to go for blood if he detects it.

“We’ll move on to filing,” he says, once you successfully scan, and photocopy a Grant of Probate, and driving licence. “Any questions?” You get the vague impression it’s not a sincere offer, but maybe you’re making unjust inferences based on the assumptions of his character. Maybe that’s also why you ask the first thing that pops into your mind. “Do you think you could slow your pace a little?” You give him a shy smile, aiming for humour as an ice-breaker, “I’m surprised my heels haven’t fallen off with how fast you’re going.”

His features don’t shift. Not even a twitch of the lips, like with Rhys. He only nods curtly, then sets off at a slightly less demanding pace than before, heading to his office. On the way, you pass by a young man who seems to be a similar age to you—perhaps a little younger— with light brown skin, eyes the colour of matcha tea, and lashes you would die for. He gives you a polite, albeit shy, smile as he passes, which you return.

“Who was that?” You ask nosily once the young man has passed.

“That was Gabrielle. He’s doing an apprenticeship under Kieth. You might run into the two of them over your time here; Gabrielle will have similar tasks as you.” Azriel explains in his monotonous voice—strangely pleasant. You wonder what it would sound like first thing in the morning. You smile mischievously to yourself as you imagine getting him into your bed. All the ways you could blow his mind. You have a hard time imagining he’s particularly fun in the sheets, with his stick-in-the-mud attitude and stick-in-the-mud character.

“And what about Kieth? Is he also a Director? Like you, Azriel?” His eyes flick briefly to you—light brown—before cutting ahead. “Correct.”

You resist the urge to lick your lips. You already know you’re going to fuck him—it’s just a matter of figuring out what kind of woman he wants. You’re going to break him down, until he’s begging for more. No matter Rhys probably won’t want you sleeping with one of his directors behind his back, but he’s not going to find out.

Azriel won’t even know what hit him until his knees are buckling.

You eye the way his suit seems be perfectly tailored to every round muscle, every bone and fibre of his body. Wrapped to perfection, like a sweet, little Christmas present for you to rip into.

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As soon as you’re home, you’re stepping into the shower, needing to release the tension from your shoulders.

He’d worked you within an inch of your life.

At first, you’d made his coffee too hot, then it was too sweet, and the third time he seemed to have given up, grunting after the first sip—though it was finished by lunch. Then, he’d had you scan a two-hundred page document to him, which had taken you an hour and five minutes of monotonous lowering the machines lid, allowing the blinding white light to slide beneath the glass, changing the page, lining up the corners, then repeating the whole process. It was a task in itself to not drift off and forget if you’d already scanned in a page. Not to mention the additional half an hour spent waiting for the damn file to send.

That hadn’t even been the worst of it. The entire afternoon had been spent filing: finding papers that needed to be strung into the same file, ordering them chronologically—which sometimes meant removing months worth of documents just to slide one stupid printed email to the back of a Correspondence File.

The upside of the afternoon? It had presented you with many opportunities to bend over a cabinet, leaning on a file draw while you sorted through the papers to find the date you were searching for. You’d switch it around sometimes, too, leaning so you were facing him, flashing him a peak down your shirt every now and then.

The downside of the afternoon? His eyes had never left his computer. It was like you didn’t even exist. What sort of man doesn’t take advantage of fate when a pretty lady is offering a plentiful view of her backside? What sort of man doesn’t take advantage of you when you offer him a chance? It’s insulting…but you suppose it’s only been one day. Maybe he’s shy—you’ll have to step up your game.

Maybe you can spill some coffee between his legs. Or wear one of your more sheer tops with a dark bra. Or un-pop a few buttons on your shirt when he works you too hard. Really, he has no right to be so focused on his work when you’re in the same room as him, in your pretty little heels, and pretty little cardi, and pretty little skirt.

Maybe he doesn’t want pretty and little, though. Maybe you should try to be a little more “executive”, like him.

You fall asleep pretty promptly that night, schemes for how to ruffle Azriel’s feathers playing through your devious, sex-addled brain.

You still have a whole month to get him addicted to you. Shouldn’t be too difficult.

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When you get in the next morning—a whole half an hour before you’re required—you head straight to your office. Only to see Azriel already sat at his desk, deft fingers flying over the keys, looking as stern as yesterday. Why is he in at 7:30 in the morning? From the look of it, he’s been there for a while already.

His dark eyes flick over the lid of his sleek laptop, catching you watching. Without so much as a word of greeting, he returns his attention to his computer, “you aren’t due for another half an hour.” Even if it isn’t a direct invitation, you step into his office, moving to be a few steps from his large desk. “I was planning on secretly sneaking in a couple of practice runs for coffee this morning, but it seems you’ve caught me,” you reply, gently.

Nonsense. You’re supposed to be mirroring him today. People like others who operate in similar styles to them, so you’ll act like a calmer counterpart—more feminine. Softer at the edges. So you straighten a little, standing with elegant poise, raising your chin ever so slightly. “You don’t need thirty minutes to make a good cup of coffee,” he says, eyes remaining on the screen of his computer. “Come back in half an hour when the work day commences.”

“No filing you want me to do? Get me warmed up for the work day?” You ask casually, as if remarking on the weather. His brow dips almost imperceptibly, “come back at Eight.”

“Just eager to help with your workload, Azriel.” You nearly smack yourself as the habitual lilt honeys your tongue. Executive. Not flirtatious. You clear your throat, trying again. “Eight it is, then. I’ll be here on the dot.”

You close the door behind you, heading across the hallway to your office, settling down into your chair—that has wheels. If everything else is miserable, at least you can roll across the floor with ease. You tap your desk restlessly, before logging onto the computer. As soon as you lay eyes on the digital scans from yesterday in your emails, you spin to the side and pull out your phone. Time for an update, anyway.

Undoing enough buttons to easily reveal your tits, hiking up your skirt, you snap a pretty picture, uploading it with a few taps of your fingers. The light is catching on your shiny red lips, making them appear plump, and Luscious. The image loads quickly, followed by a short caption. Getting a little handsy at work. Think I should fuck my boss? xxx

Deciding to be productive, you set yourself straight, and make for your door. You’d passed a coffee house on the way in, and just because you can’t make the bitter liquid in a way to satisfy him, doesn’t mean somebody else can’t be called in. Surely a barista will be a suitable improvement.

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When you return, you decant the coffee into a nondescript white mug, careful not to burn yourself while handling the hot liquid. Maybe you undo an extra button, too, so he’ll have a little treat when you lean down to place the mug on his desk.

It’s eight on the dot when you knock on his door before before entering. Your plans are fucked sideways when you spot another man stood in his office. Legs in the usual man-spread, a little wider than shoulder width apart, with his hands in his pockets. Someone who’s used to feeling at ease in most spaces, who’s confident in his ability to own and dominate any room he’s in. He reeks of entitlement.

However, you’re pleasantly surprised when he turns at the sound of the door opening, eyes running appreciatively up and down your body, resting for an inappropriate moment on your chest—the undone button. He’s blandly handsome, with a hard jaw and slightly wavy brown hair that’s pushed back from his face. A slight shadow of stubble is already darkening his chin, not enough to look raggedy—more rugged masculinity. It suits him.

“And who’s this little lady?” The man asks, interest sparking in his chocolatey brown eyes. You smile, extending the hand that’s not holding his coffee, “I’m his Personal Assistant—”

“Secretary.” Your attention flicks to Azriel, but he’s eyeing the man before you, sternly. “She’s filling the role of my secretary, until a permanent replacement is found.” You fight the urge to furrow your brow, instead returning your attention to the man before you, who’s still regarding you with male interest.

“There you go then,” you smile, red lips parting enough to lift into a small grin, “I’m his secretary.” His large hand grips yours roughly—demandingly—as he shakes it. “A pleasure to meet you, Miss Secretary,” he replies, mouth lifting into a charming grin. “I’m another Director here.” His voice drops to a conspiratorial whisper as he leans in, breath smelling faintly of mint, “the better one, that is.” He winks then stands straighter, and you release a soft laugh. “I don’t suppose you have a role open for a secretary, do you?” You tease back, noting the way his eyes flicker with approval.

“If one ever opens up, you’ll be the first one I contact. Personally,” the man drawls, eyes again dipping to your chest, and you can practically see the fantasies in his gaze. Maybe you’re wasting your time on Azriel.

But then the man turns away from you, “how come you’re treated to a Personal Assistant? Where’s my pretty lady to get me coffee in the morning?” You smile dutifully at the flattery, but Azriel looks mildly pissed off. “She’s my secretary, and she does a lot more than get me coffee in the morning,” he says sharply.

You take the chance to walk round to Azriel’s side of the desk, leaning over slightly as you place the coffee beside him. You intentionally angle your body away from the man, showing the discreet view to Azriel, but his eyes aren’t on you. You don’t really have the time to be frustrated with his lack of attention. “I’m sure she does.”

Woah. That has to be some sort of HR violation.

“Kieth.” Azriel barks, breaking you out of your stare. Thunderclouds have gathered in his eyes, and you can’t help the way your spine straightens. “She’s on work experience. That is not appropriate.” The man—Keith—isn’t deterred, instead flashing you a panty-dropping grin, “not even making him pay?”

You take a step back from Azriel, leaving an appropriate distance between your bodies as you turn to face Kieth. A feline smile slices your lips, eyes flicking to Azriel, making a show of looking him up and down, then back to Kieth. “With a pretty face like that? Never.”

You know Kieth gets the message—how you’ve stood yourself at his side, the opposing end of the desk that serves as a metaphorical wall. You’re aligning yourself with Azriel, and you can practically see Kieth marking the invisible leash you’ve silently suggested is connecting you to him.

If Kieth wants you, he’s going to have to go through Azriel.

———

Despite the seemingly clear alliance formed earlier that day, all traces of camaraderie had dissipated the moment Kieth removed himself from Azriel’s office. It seemed apparent that it was something about the opposing Director that got his panties in a twist, and you needed to investigate.

That being said, even after the team-up, nothing changed between the two of you. He was just as quiet as usual—almost sullen—not even sparing you a glance. You can’t figure out what’s not clicking for him. He has a woman all to himself for most hours of the working day, yet that’s all he seems to be doing: working.

What’s wrong with him?

The only time he’d paid you an ounce of attention was this morning, and since then—nothing.

You flop into bed, tired and frustrated. It’s proving more difficult than anticipated. It’s not like you haven’t had men who’ve taken a while to warm up to you before, but this is unreasonable. He seems completely uninterested. Utterly unbelievable.

The only logical conclusion you can come to is that it must be intentional. Any normal person would make eye contact with someone entering their space, or at least look up. And you’ve been in his office when other people have come in—Gabrielle popped in to ask after a particular file that Kieth had been after—and he’d functioned reasonably then.

It’s iron will that’s walling him off from you. And how are you supposed to break through a self-imposed barrier?

Easy.

You ware him down until the walls turn to dust, then you sweep in, and dominate. Crush down and obliterate.

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deancasbigbang · 8 months

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Title: Magdalena

Author: Mme Yersinia

Artist: Robin

Rating: Explicit

Pairings: Dean/Castiel, implied Sam/Rowena

Length: 150000

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, torture, self-harm and suicidal ideation

Tags: Canon-divergent s13, domestic kid fic, complex family dynamics, rural americana, mutual pining, dadstiel, hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending, slow burn, redemption arcs

Posting Date: October 25, 2023

Summary: Castiel swore to protect Jack at all costs. If that means taking him away from the dark dungeon of the bunker, and away from the harsh words and hands of Dean Winchester, then so be it. Castiel takes Jack and runs. He finds them a safe town, a battered rental house, a little job and a little life. He wants Jack to have a normal childhood; to grow up safe and loved, not in a windowless basement. Dean tracks them down, of course. He begs forgiveness, of course. But redemption is a long, slow road. It’s paved with ginger cats and broken-down Hondas, stolen kisses and dusty libraries and bathroom repairs. Dean and Castiel find themselves growing closer in the haze of domesticity. Dean moves from sleeping in the car, to the sofa, to Castiel’s bed. It’s not easy to carve out a place for themselves in a world that doesn’t always want them. But strange things start to happen in the home they’ve made. Neighbors complain of shadows in the night. Monsters appear that don’t belong. Coincidences line up. Wherever peace and happiness try to grow, there are adversaries who would snuff it out. The love holding their family together just might be the last weapon they have against the evils of the world.

Excerpt: Castiel takes his lunch break outside whenever the weather allows. He always intends to spend it reading one of the library’s newest additions. Usually he ends up watching other creatures instead. Birds flit back and forth in the courtyard’s ill-kempt bushes. Interesting insects crawl between the boards of the picnic table. A woman a few blocks down is walking her fluffy, prim little dog on a pink leash when Castiel’s phone buzzes. He hopes that it’s the bank calling him back to say there was a mistake, actually, the check has come through. But no: it’s a text from Sam. “You and Jack doing okay?” The midday sun bakes the back of Castiel’s neck, rising a ring of sweat around the collar of his polo shirt. The library dress code is business casual. He’d Googled what that meant after his interview, and then he and Jack had frantically made a trip to the local Goodwill to scrape together a week’s worth of work clothes for him. Jack had found a dinosaur cup for fifty cents, though, so the outing had been successful by more than one standard. Castiel had almost picked out a flannel. The well-worn, faded, familiar stripes caught his eye from the hanger in the men’s row. Fondness and bitterness blended in a strange way in Castiel's grace until Jack caught him staring and asked, “Do you want that one, too?” “We can’t afford it,” Castiel had blurted out, turning away, because by then it was their turn to check out. He stares at Sam’s text message. Above it are a long stream of others, most unanswered. It’s not Sam’s fault. He’s just stuck working damage control. Castiel taps back an answer. “Yes.” It’s not a lie. A few moments pass and Castiel doesn’t put his phone away. He watches a brown-striped bird peck at the remnants of someone’s french fries on the ground. A reply pops up on his screen. “Can you tell me where you are?” Castiel frowns, chews his lip. His break is almost over. He’s got to work on re-filing the historical nonfiction (F through K) when he goes back inside the library. He texts back, “No.” If it was up to him - if there were fewer variables in this nasty equation - the answer might be different. He doesn’t want Sam trying to visit so he can peer in on their little life that’s trying to grow into the shape of something human. He doesn’t want pitying glances or offers of help. Least of all does he want Dean to know where they are. Dean has no right to that. The phone burbles a reply: “Okay. Let me know if you or Jack need anything. Talk soon.” Castiel stares down at the washed-out screen in the warm glare of sunlight. His bittersweet moroseness feels out of place in such fine weather, butting up against the scalding green of the garden. He gets to his feet and drags his vessel back inside the library.

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#dcbb 2023 #fic preview #2023 promo #deancas #destiel

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artoutoftheblue · 8 days

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Alright its toon au lore dump time, this explains the backstory up to the point where we're at on the toon au askblog!

Season 1:

•The show begins, Sun and Moon get separated. Seemed like it would just be a normal life. Sun has a small arc where he falls head over heels for Roxanne Wolf, while Moon has to deal with Montys shenanigans

•Moon notices Sun beginning to act out a bit, especially while they're playing games. Each time Sun seems to not remember what they were doing during the periods of acting out

•Eclipse reveals his identity, and begins to cause more ruckus for the brothers afterwards. Sending them to random dimensions and putting them through hell

•The brothers do their best to keep their problems a secret from the other bots, but unfortunately all of them are noticing Suns violent tendencies

•Circus Baby and Glamrock Freddy begin to piece together what's going on, and Glamrock Freddy suggests going to visit Golden Freddy to learn magic and expel Eclipse from Suns head

•Golden Freddy accepts and offers to help teach them magic in order to expel Eclipse, though Moon is much more interested in it than Sun is

•Moon convinces Sun to break up with Roxanne, because she was being an absolute bitch about the situation the entire time, theres no maternity chip situation in this universe

•Moon tries to negotiate with Eclipse to get him to stop bothering them, and Eclipse asks for one thing and one thing only, The [Newton] Star. But Moon refuses to give it to him

•Sun and Moon start fighting a lot more due to the Eclipse situation, with Moon saying that he needs to learn how to repress Eclipse more, and Sun trying to explain that he cant

•Sun meets Eclipse in his mindscape, and tries to negotiate with him to get him to stop taking over his body, but Eclipse refuses to do so

•Monty calls Sun at one point, and Eclipse manages to connect himself with Montys code for a bit and use Monty to try and convince Moon to give him The Star, but the two end up fighting, and Eclipse retreats back into Suns head

•Eclipse transports Sun and Moon to a dimension that is being eaten up by a wither storm, and Sun and Moon realize that the only way out is to make up for their mistakes when they fought with each other, and take on the storm together. They both succeed and are safely transported back to their home dimension

•Sun and Moon meet their creator, and ask him on how they can get rid of Eclipse, but he ends up being absolutely useless, so they just leave it be

•Eclipse puts a line of Suns code into Moons head, thus creating Lunar, who he uses to suppress Moon and keep him from messing up his plans

•Lunar ends up revealing himself much sooner than he should've, and Moon begins trying to figure out how to get rid of Lunar, since Lunar seems unwilling to work with Sun and Moon

•Monty starts taking things more seriously, and tries to help out Sun and Moon with Eclipse and Lunar

•Moon confronts Lunar in his mindscape, and tries negotiating with him to get him to stop taking over his body, but Lunar refuses

•Lunar does his best to be more sneaky about taking over Moon, to the point where Sun cant tell, but really mainly does it so he can play games with Sun since Eclipse never wants to

•Sun and Moon try to quickly come up with a plan to stop Lunar and Eclipse, but it eventually ends up being too late, and Lunar and Eclipse completely take over Sun and Moon

•Eclipse and Lunar start searching for Monty, since he seems to have hidden the star from them

•Eclipse manages to get Monty on the phone, and Monty states that he will give Eclipse the star, only if he kills Lunar. He agrees to it, and attempts to kill him, but Lunar hauls ass and gets the hell away from Eclipse

•Monty later finds Lunar himself, and Lunar finally agrees to try and help stop Eclipse. Lunar tells Monty about an old project that Eclipse created, named Bloodmoon. Monty thinks that Bloodmoon could be the key to ending Eclipses reign of terror

•Lunar seeks out Bloodmoon, and later finds them in an old and banged up model of Moons body, and offers to give them a new one in exchange for them to help take down Eclipse

•During all of this time, Lunar is pretending to still be helping Eclipse so that he isnt suspicious of what him and Monty are up to

•Monty finishes making Bloodmoons new body from nanomachines, and Bloodmoon begins using that one from there on

•Lunar begins to sporadically let Moon out at random intervals so that he can help come up with a plan to defeat Eclipse, as well as share that plan with Sun by going into Eclipses head using magic while hes sleeping

•The plan is set. Bloodmoon will attack Eclipse enough to where hes too weak to fight back, and Sun will drag Eclipse into his head, and successfully expel him

•The plan goes forth, and it seems to work. Eclipse is gone from Suns head. Things can go back to normal! Or so they thought...

Season 2:

•Bloodmoon now has complete freedom with the deal being over, and runs off. Sun and Moon try to locate them, but to no avail

•Moon tries locating any possible backups that Eclipse has anywhere, to be sure that he cannot come back

•Moon begins getting exhausted at the search, and Sun forces him to rest

•Eclipse returns, as he had placed a backup in Bloodmoon. And Eclipse encourages them to cause chaos and torment Sun and Moon

•Due to Monty making their body out of nanomachines, they could shapeshift, and made sure to put that to use

•Moon accidentally falls into the ballpit portal while its activated, and is transported to a dimension where Eclipse had won. He and Lunar got stuck there for three days

•During that time, they had met the dimensions Sun, and with how he acted, Moon and Lunar then realized what this dimension was, and now wanted more than ever to find a way out. They also came across Monty, who told them what happened

•Lord Eclipse confronts Moon and Lunar, and attempts to capture and brainwash them just like he did to his Sun, but failed, and Moon and Lunar managed to get back home

•During that time, Sun had his own problems going on, trying to locate Moon and Lunar. He attempted opening a portal himself and hopping in in hopes of finding the two, but instead was transported to a dimension where he and Moon never separated, and had to deal with a Mad Moon. Thankfully he managed to get out of there unscathed

•Christmas comes around, and Sun, Moon, and Lunar spend some brotherly time together, and Sun gifts Lunar a small Rudolf plush, who Lunar names "Spigot"

•Meanwhile with Eclipse and Bloodmoon, Eclipse manages to find an empty bunker, and starts using that to keep him and Bloodmoon hidden from Sun and Moon while he figures out what to do next

•Eclipse builds himself a new body in the bunker, as well as another companion, and names it "Solar Flare"

•Sun, Moon, and Lunar currently have no idea that Eclipse has returned. To them, everything is finally calm

•Eclipse later shows his face again via hacking into the daycares computer system, and announces his return, along with stating that he has some new ideas, and promises to put the three through hell

#blue talks #toon stuff

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racefortheironthrone · 4 months

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Would you put Louis XIV as overrated?

Oof, that's a tough one.

It's particularly hard to answer because the reign of the Sun King also saw the tenure of some of the most influential chief ministers in French history: Mazarin, and Colbert.

While perhaps not quite as famous as a certain cardinal whose schemes kept getting foiled by the Three Musketeers, these guys were world-historically important.

Mazarin was Richelieu's political heir, and brought his predecessor's policy of using the Thirty Years War as a way to break the back of Hapsburg dominance to a successful conclusion. The Peace of Westphalia not only served as the foundation for modern international relations, but also expanded France's position in Alsace and the Rhineland - especially when Mazarin pulled off an anti-Hapsburg alliance with the new League of the Rhine.

At the same time that France was winning the Franco-Spanish War, which won them a big chunk of territory in the Low Countries around Artois, Luxembourg, and parts of Flanders, and all of the territory north of the Pyrenees Mountains including French Catalonia. It also got Louis XIV the hand of Maria Teresa, which would eventually create the catalyst for the War of Spanish Succession and the War of Austrian Succession...

And while Mazarin was doing all of this, he was also busy crushing the Fronde uprising led by le Grand Condé, which he eventually accomplished in 1653, and creating a formidble system of centralized royal government through the intendants that ended the power of the feudal nobility.

As for Colbert, he was the guy who figured out how to pay for all of this. The single biggest reason why economists need to shut the fuck up when they talk about mercantilism, Colbert was the financial and economic genius of his age. Remember all those canals I'm so crazy about? Colbert built them. Specifically, he was responsible for the Canal des Deux Mers, transforming France's economy by linking the Mediterranean to the Atlantic.

He also turbo-charged France's economic development by restructing public debt to reduce interest payments and cracking down on tax farmers, reforming (although not ultimately solving) the taxation system of the Ancien Régime by using indirect taxes to get around tax evasion by the First and Second Estate, equalizing (but not ending) internal customs duties, and putting the power of the state into supporting French commerce and manufacturing. This included significant tariffs to support domestic producers, direct public investments into lace and silk manufacturing, and the creation of joint-stock corporations like the French East India Company. (This also meant Colbert's direct promotion of the slave trade and the Code Noir in order to generate hugely profitable investments in Haitian sugar and tobacco plantations for import into France and the rest of Europe.)

This makes it a little difficult to separate out what credit belongs to these guys versus the guy who hired them. What I can say is that Louis was directly responsible for Versailles, but also for the revocation of the Edict of Nantes.

#history #historical analysis #cardinal richelieu #cardinal mazarin #jean baptise colbert #louis xiv #versailles #french history #early modern history #economic development #mercantilism #political economy #early modern state-building #early modern period #early modern europe

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fnaffersblog · 1 year

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Hee Hoo

Spoilers for 'Eclipse is DYING in VRChat' below!

(TW for: Swearing, as per usual)

Oh he does NOT sound good

Eclipse has been through the fuckin ringer. He needs a break too. Shit.

NEW COMPUTER LETS GO collecting them like shiny rocks

Okay, so is he building/ creating new bodies and they keep wearing out? Or is he still using Solar Flare's body and it's failing? Because the idea of him making bodies and them just decaying under the weight of the star's power to the point that he's racing to make new forms to sustain it sounds REALLY cool to me.

Oh.

Never mind. ;-; lol

"What's stopping the thing from going? I can do it, just tell me what it is."

I have thoughts about this line. It's very...

Like, the way he

He's dying. He's in pain. He's on the ground, because he's exhausted. But when the AI tells him there's a problem, he pulls himself up anyway. He's still insistent he can do everything himself? It was almost desperate sounding.

I dunno. I kinda, like,

It reminded me of Sun. A little bit.

So way the heck back, right after Eclipse 'killed' Solar Flare, there was this really tiny moment where Solar Flare broke through again and Eclipse was like 'I'm still working on eradicating his code completely. It'll be finished soon or something.' but we never really 100% got confirmation that Solar Flare died died, so I'm not super surprised they're back. I won't say I anticipated it, I forget about Solar Flare a lot (poor dude got five minutes of screen time rip) but I'm not surprised because that small moment explicitly left it up in the air that they were probably alive.

Good for them. Good for Solar Flare. This is a concrete attempt at taking Eclipse down and one of the most solid attempts I've seen so far. Taking Eclipse out while he's weak. Solar Flare is stuck in Eclipse's body, scattered and ruined but still kicking, and they're gonna make that Eclipses problem. They got handed a short end of the stick but by god their gonna make sure to use what they got.

We got so little of Solar Flare, for meta and lore reasons alike, so this feels like a vindication for the character. A 'Your time to shine was taken from you unfairly for reasons out of your control, so this? This is for you.'

Good shit.

He's nervous about confronting Solar Flare. He's unsure of himself, which is so cool to see from a character like Eclipse who is usually so self-assured in the way he talks, in the way he carries himself. He's running on empty, time is running out, and he KNOWS it. He's fumbling.

Which changes completely when he turns and starts talking to the AI! Before he goes into his mindscape.

That annoyance! That bravado! That smooth talking confidence! IS he working himself up to talk to Solar Flare? Is there some other reason he's nervous? It was a very distinct change in demeanor.

One one hand, I like specific numbers. I'd like to know how many uses Eclipse has out of the star.

On the OTHER hand

ANY use of the star could be his last. So now we, as the viewers, are sitting here waiting to see which Jenga block is the one that topples the fuckin tower and isn't that just SO MUCH MORE ENTERTAINING??

Also, quick aside, what IS Eclipse doing with the Star? Like, we've only seen him use it a couple times right? We've seen him teleport, he wiped everyone's memories of himself and Sun and Moon and replaced them and he's teleported other people. He's GOT to be doing something else with it if he's at the point that he's right at the edge of irrevocably damaging himself. Right? Or is the star really just that draining?

Insert various quotes about the prodigal son.

It's been THREE MINUTES Faffers sit down and watch the damn episode already!

He's banking on being scary. He HAS to be scary. IT's all he has, but Solar Flare can read him so easily.

Solar Flare is interesting. He started gaining self consciousness at the point he was 'killed'. but he was also still very much a product of his programmed functions. We left off with him taking the first steps towards full self-functionality like the rest of the animatronics but he never quite got the chance to fully blossom into his own person beyond being a robot. If... any of that makes sense.

It's cool that he's STILL THERE in terms of growth. He's been stagnated all this time inside Eclipse. He's still a robot, built for a coded purpose (protecting Killcode), still teetering on the verge of becoming more than that.

ECLIPSE IS SO FUCKIN BITTER OVER BEING BETRAYED

He's so upset about being fucked over by his creations. He's got so much hatred for them.

It's

Like.

I don't know WHY Eclipse needs Sun and Moon alive.

But he is a creation of there's whether he sees it as an intentional creation or not.

I wonder if he's jealous that he needs them but his creations don't need him?

Good Shit

Eclipse has fucked over a LOT of people.

But I'd say, more than anyone, he's fucked over Lunar and Solar Flare.

Watching one of the major victims of his torment stand up and say, 'You do not scare me anymore. You do not have power over me anymore'

If ANYONE gets to make Eclipse face his actions, however that comes about, it should be those two.

Mutually assured destruction, with no hesitation it's so fucking good this whole thing is fucking great im going insane

Good Shit

GOOD. SHIT.

'It's like talking to a goddamn brick wall with you!'

Eclipse

Honey

Please

(like father, like son hmm?)

That's not a very good deal bro.

Like, Solar Flare literally just explained WHY he wasn't going to let Eclipse go into his own body.

Eclipses response was literally just, "But what if did anyway?"

And he didn't even offer anything like bro that was such a shitty deal my duuude

I am adopting 'piss ant' into my vocabulary of insults

I was literally in a call with other people when he said that and I started laughing and we agreed that that is such a CHILDISH insult

I'm getting

"But you won't"

"Bitch"

Vibes from Solar Flare. Lol

Seriously now.

What is he using the star for?

He could build a new body, eradicate Solar Flare, and do so in a way that prevents any damage to himself. Continue using the star, experimenting until he figures out how to use it completely, like Lord Eclipse from the other universe. He could wipe Sun and Moon from the face of existence, eradicate even the memory of them, subject them to their worst torments for eternity for his amusement, tear apart worlds to fit his image, torment those who oppose him or even those who just perturb him. The star has always been upheld as this object of ultimate power and Eclipse has it IN HIS HANDS! ANY problem he has could be solved with the power of the star SO WHAT IS HOLDING HIM BACK??

Is he.. really just that incompetent? Or have I just misunderstood the actual power of the star at this point?

There HAS to be something else. Right? Like, there HAS to be??

'Who taught you to cuss?'

'You did.'

LOL

He gets read like a book at the end and tries to bare his teeth in response and Solar Flare shuts that shit down.

He's so reliant on being scary, on being in control, that even when he's turning tail and leaving, he's still acting like he has any hold over Solar Flare. Because he needs it. He's wrestling for ANY sense of control right now.

He's been so affected by the people around him betraying him

His creators abandoned him. So he made others to love him. But they betrayed him because of who he was. And now he's worried everyone will. It folds into his plans, so much so he's afraid the AI he made to serve him will turn on him too.

I'm excited to see how he's going to give them 'false hope'.

Oh hey, I just noticed Eclipse has these little spikes on the back of his upper arms, that's cute.

#he's a lot like Sun #isn't he?#fafferchat #fafferlivereacts #sams #tsams #sams spoilers #tsams spoilers #sun and moon show spoilers #sams eclipse #sams solar flare

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kibbits · 8 months

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While I like the ‘older siblings’ vibes, I feel like it would take the Glamrocks a various amount of time and interaction before the BAL!Boys are really accepted into the gang. And considering how reckless they swing around fully-grown humans, even Freddy’s wary of their incoming reintroduction to the extremely more fragile audience Sun and Moon would be preforming to. The bear is the only other one then Chica willing to give the boys a chance. Monty knows he’s being a hypocrite. A massive scaly hypocrite. But at least all his damage is relegated to easily (but annoying to) replaceable stuff (Like Bonnie). Humans aren’t. And certainly not kids. He may play monster, the rebel, the villain. Those clowns. That shambling thing of barely functioning code and bolts. It is one. And Roxy? She doesn’t need to access to the cameras to witness Y/N scrambling away from the ‘phantom’ stalking them across the catwalks. It’s a thin line the boys are balancing on. And if it not themselves breaking it, the ingrained desire in these new bots to protect children might be the final straw.

Aa! Sorry it took so long to get back to you on this!

That's an interesting take! And oh boy, I see what you mean but I wouldn't put Bonnie under 'replaceable' fjlkd

I think a second meeting would be after the boys had the whole crisis/realization of "Oh my god, YN is a human and a friend, and suddenly we realize that they're so fragile and we could have killed them! Theyre a person! We're a person-- people!"

YN, in classic YN self-preservation, would be like "no it's fine it's all in the past now we're friends : )))"

They had frank discussions with the boys before that. They're not excusing them, but it's been a slow buildup in private between the boys and them. They had to show the boys that they could be people before that realization could take place.

They'll suplex any animatronic who tries to tell their boys that they're monsters and undermine all the hard work that YN put into letting them discover their personhood and self-confidence fljkgd

(Here, have an old sketch of YN about to suplex an animatronic fjkdkljg)

TL;DR for the thing below: I accidentally made it all about masks, roles, and existential development again WHOOP! (Not sorry)

(thanks @lavenoon and @eyndr for helping me rubber duck this through and for your delicious thoughts fgjkldl)

See, I think it COULD work if instead of being played straight, Monty was being like. Low-key jealous?

As in "Why do THEY get to be cavalier about safety and property damage, but they still get to have a friend?!" But he doesn't want to face the fact that he's also seen as dangerous and 'monstrous', and should improve himself.

He's jealous that someone took a chance on them, betting their own safety. He's scared, because the boys did get put into storage for a WHILE before YN came along, and no one cared then. What if that happens to HIM? It'd only take one careless mistake. Is he lucky enough that someone would take a chance on him, too? Or would he go the way of Bonnie and Foxy?

(also I'm a sucker for misunderstood misfit who just needs some patience and kindness jdgjkl)

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Roxy plays the disdain card, but her thoughts are actually pretty close to Monty's. Except that hers are 'am I good enough? If I'm not the best great, will that happen to me? What'll be the final straw?

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I think, of all the reactions, Freddy's grates them the most. Keep in mind, the boys do feel awful about how they acted, even if that never actually ended with human deaths. Just. A lot of close calls and scares.

So that Freddy is so welcoming, so forgiving of them? It feels grating. It feels... Maybe not patronizing, but it feels like he's trying to excuse all the things they did and sweep it all under the rug. And the boys are like "No, actually it WAS fucked up of us! Sure, we were misguided and it wasn't like we were trying to hurt people with full understanding, but don't act as if we didn't do anything wrong!"

Y/N probably appreciates the bear making the effort to welcome and include the boys, though, and they thank Freddy in private.

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Like Luce pointed out to me, though -- Freddy is the Face. He's used to not making waves. To having to keep the peace and status quo.

He's probably terrified for Sun and Moon, because he's already lost two friends before. Two very old, very public friends, gone just like that. He thought the weird theater kid(s) were gone for a long time, too, and he just got them back, and they've grown into such different, more full and lively personalities -- so of course he's walking on eggshells! Management has already proven that they can be fickle and decommission an animatronic on what feels like a whim.

He doesn't want to see all this new life and potential lost, so he waves off the past 'issues' to focus on the present.

Meanwhile Sun and Moon are still in the moment where they're reeling from everything: personhood (theirs and others'), being distinct from each other, fragility of life, morality -- everything is so different, so new, so open and full of possibilities now! Everything they did, everything that happened -- it's kind of integral to their development and to their budding morality.

They need to have what happened acknowledged, not only because of that, but also because accountability is real different when you're suddenly more than a role you play. A role assigned to you.

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Chica is... She plays her role too well, ironically. She acts more happy-go-lucky and borderline ditzy than she is, and it makes it hard to read any deeper into her reactions. She gets treated like she's dumb, but overall she gets treated better if she acts dumb. She feels like if she can act happy enough, like everything's fine, maybe she can keep everyone together and healthy and safe. And if she breaks, it all breaks. She lost those friends, too...

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It feels like pre-incident-and-storage, the Glamrocks were pretty secure in their roles and personhood -- especially in comparison to the strange theater kid(s), who felt more like a character than a person sometimes. The Glamrocks are more popular, too. Then Sun and Moon exit stage left, for a while.

Post rehabilitation, with everything Y/N has helped them work through and learn and grow from, suddenly the Glamrocks feel... Flat? Character-like? Or maybe something like stuck -- stuck playing a role, stuck in their growth...

They lost two band members, who were replaced with the new kids (Monty and Roxy) who developed their own insecurities which... Aren't even really being addressed?

They look at Sun and Moon, and they see growth, progress, freedom to be their own people and make their own mistakes and choices.

They look at themselves, and they realize that the line they've allowed themselves between, for example, Glamrock Freddy Fazbear, beloved Freddy's Mega Pizzaplex Mascot and beloved character, and.. Just Freddy, some guy who's grieving the loss of two very old, very dear friends... They see the change, how happier and more... real the boys are, now, and they want that, too.

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Masks! Masks! It's all masks! it's all about seeing behind the roles and the masks fgkldgldkj

Thanks for the ask!!

#asks #anon #break a leg!au #You can barely tell I'm autistic and highly masking and only realized when it was pointed out loud and clear two months ago fljdgk

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HI! :D

I've been into sams for a while and I always enjoy your reactions to the show as it progresses! Your blog was actually one of the main reasons I got into it haha!

So I wanted to ask, just because I love talking about this stuff! Regarding Eclipse, what are your thoughts about a redemption arc for him?

Personally I'm very divided on the matter, because on one hand, there have been glimpses into his deepest insecurities and his weak points, and it seems to me that he is awfully lonely. But on the other hand, it really has all been his doing because time and time again he was offered chances to compromise and talk and he always preferred being petty and chose to satisfy his urges to be violent and make others suffer, so technically his loneliness is a situation of his own making and he refuses to see it.

Before he decided to kill Lunar and started to appear exclusively to try and torture Sun and Moon (which I find funny and a bit nostalgic as a return to his original messing with them in the early days), I would have thought a redemption a bit more likely, but as he has not only backstabbed everyone he decided to team up with once again, he decided to break his deal with Monty about not harming Lunar, and basically modified everyone's memories to force them into adoring him (which again goes back to him feeling lonely but thinking empty praise like that is satisfying to him), and he keeps making threats everywhere he goes, I just feel it might not be very likely at all.

There is an argument to make though, that he could have his redemption arc after all, if we take into account what Sun points out about the double standards and arbitrary rules about who is allowed to do what. But I guess in a way it's stated that Eclipse just crosses all the lines without a care. Apocalyptic levels of evil is just a whole other level I think. And there's also the matter that at this point he has basically wronged every character across all the shows.

Minus Earth in a way.

Speaking of which! I think her interaction with him was very interesting! I think she might be able to get him to realize stuff about himself, but I don't see him pushing down his pride to admit it to anyone. I'm interested to see if after that threat he made, he will actually try to hurt her out of wanting to hurt Sun and Moon or to lash out at her for trying to help him. Or if maybe he will find it harder to target her because she is so genuine in wanting to help him be better. On one hand he hated Lunar, the one person who basically loved him as soon as he was created, so it's not that all he needs is love or something like that. He made sure to destroy that very quickly. But in the other hand maybe Earth's outsider perspective, who is kind not because she was created to please his ego, but because she wants to be, can put a crack on his walls?

But then again, there's also that other dimension in which he won but did not change at all. He refuses to change and I also sort of want to see that be his downfall. I love how opposite KC is to him in that way, since it only took KC the chance to live and experience the world outside of his code to do some self-reflection and understand his understanding was actually flawed and that there was much to appreciate of the world, where Eclipse instead has had so much time on his own to live in the world and yet refuses to do anything that isn't just have his fun and satisfy his greed for power.

Ahhh, so many factors to consider! Personally I lean more towards not wanting Eclipse to be redeemed, but I would like to see him have to go through some development whether he wants to or not XD But I’m very interested in what you think!

Also! I totally agree in what you say about waiting for him to break! One of these days he'll be forced to confront all the truths that he has not wanted to listen to and I'm so excited to see what will happen then! He is such a cool villain so far and I love him so much as an interesting character!

Ah.

Looking at this, it turned out so much longer than I meant it to, gfkdjhgf Sorry for rambling in your inbox! XD

(Also no pressure to answer this since I know it's a lot and stuff, though I can come off anon if you'd like to answer privately? I'm just shy kfjdhgñkhj)

So yeah! Keep doing what you are doing, you have a lovely day! ^_^

Tbh the only way I see Eclipse being redeemed is if he gets reset to baby like Moon

And I mean like

In the same fashion as Pride from FMA:Brotherhood

Demon hellspawn becomes the innocent child he always originally was.

#sams #the sun and moon show

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i'll keep my ting brief! - ares (she/her) here bringing you cha wontaek, a muse i've worked with a while back. for some light reading, head on down below the cut. otherwise take a gander at his power, profile & bio. if you want to get some plotting going you can find me on *scord ( gcntlemonster ) but defo hit this with a like and i'll swing by your dms for now

tw loss of family member

lore

seoul born and perhaps not so happily bred, he hails from a disgustingly rich family although the prejudice runs rife within this one.

suspicions were had when the oldest cha married a woman of lower class but imagine the chaos when they find that their child was born an anomaly.

hotheaded and prone to tempers that sent shadows and apparitions flitting around empty rooms, wontaek was more or less a living nightmare. if he didn't get his way, he would send a blight of darkness to obscure his nanny's vision or frighten his mother with moving shadows. there were times where he would get stuck in a wall and frighten his father into a near heart attack.

his aunts and uncles kept his cousins at bay, worried that somehow his predilection would rub off onto them. they all saw him as liability but to everyone's surprise, grandpa cha, founder of a mega conglomerate saw him as a gift.

where the rest of the family had their reservations about him he was undoubtedly spoiled by his grandfather. when wontaek acted up as a teen, he defended him and said he had a warrior spirit and needed an outlet. when his mother decided parenting a demon was no longer feasible, grandfather cha called her weak and invited wontaek to live with him. there he was given the finest tutors, his interests in the arts cultivated and he lived mostly free from any prejudice for being an anomaly.

art became a happy medium for his troubled disposition, and his grandfather's embrace kept him in line. he won art competitions for his sprawling paintings and profound sketches.

life's good for a while but then grandfather is struck by a degenerative illness. the vultures come out to play and wontaek sees his family scramble for that fat inheritance.

university becomes a place he can build more of a name for himself and keep him on the straight and narrow. grandfather always stressed the importance of an education so his days at sua mean something.

campus life

absolutely hates wearing the patch but will admit it helps temper the darkness on those harder days when his moods take over (c.f his personality below)

studied fine arts as a bachelors and went on to study a masters after a break of travelling and twenty-something debauchery. currently in the 2nd year of his masters and working his way through his disso in the form as an art exhibition.

yin member of house gangcheori, joined the sporting rallies for a little slice of the campus celebrity pie.

has really adopted the frat boy personality but make it art boy coded?

outside of practicing and being a bro, you'll find him in the postgrad art studio or in his dorm (blue hall represent!) sketching or painting. his fingers are perpetually stained with dried paint or charcoal. his works feature reimaginings of famous european renaissance paintings and he favours working on large canvases.

personality

leo sun, pisces moon and leo rising.

if you thought he was a cocky bastard, then you're right. he thinks the world was made for him and he is a god amongst men. hasn't got the memo that other people have interesting abiltiies too.

as mentioned before since being in uni he has really adopted this frat boy persona and stays fiending for a good time. live fast, die pretty.

his upbringing and estranged relo with his parents makes him cerebral and prone to moodiness, and rather than causing trouble nowadays he airs out his shit on the canvas.

i should also mention that the more he uses his ability the more he gets stuck in a dark place, mentally and emotionally.

when he's in that place he's selfish (more than usual), callous, and critical. his paintings take on a sinister tone and his shadow animations behave erratically too.

otherwise he's good vibes on a good day. if you can get past the entitlement.

#nm:intro #❝ ᵖᵉⁿ ᵐʸ ᵗʳᵃᵍᵉᵈʸ ᵍ'ᵛᵉ ᵐᵉ ᵗʰʸ ⁿᵃᵐᵉ ❞ → ooc.

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For your mash-up challenge: DinLuke, Bookshop AU and Mutual Pining?

I love a good book shop au.

Rated G, alternating third person pov. Human Grogu (~2 y.o).

[prompt list]

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The bookstore had become Luke's entire life. It was either take over Old Ben's bookshop or spend his days working on the farm. While Uncle Owen had high hopes Luke would turn into a farmer, it was just never in the cards for him.

Granted, Luke never thought that still living in his hometown at twenty-eight and running a small bookstore would be in his cards either. But his uncle's health and an unexpected line in Old Ben's will brought him back a few years ago.

It wasn't all bad. The town certainly had its charms. And the shop came with a Roomba and an orange cat. Those two were now, maybe, Luke's best friends.

On Tuesday nights, Luke ran a children's story time, where he'd read picture books to a semi-circle of local kids, serve fruit punch, and watch parents sit in comically small chairs.

Aunt Beru told him not to play favorites, but Grogu was a consistent face at story time, and with those big brown eyes, Luke couldn't help himself. He had a favorite.

And his perfectly regular looking dad who Luke had no feelings for at all did not contribute to Grogu's "favorite" status in the least.

Or at least that's what he said to Aunt Beru one night as they tossed paper cups into a Hefty bag.

He didn't tell her that Grogu's father, a kind man with an arm of tattoos and a two-year old made, Luke so out-of-his mind he thought he could run a marathon with no training or swim a mile in the Arctic ocean. That when he saw him every Tuesday at eight p.m, Luke had fantasies about the two of them laying in a sun-lit meadow while the Twilight soundtrack played. That he wanted to tear out his own hair, scream, or throw furniture at the sheer idea of Grogu outgrowing story time without warning.

"If you say so," she said. Luke knew she'd seen right through him.

Din was very careful not to flirt with people while they were at their place of work, but after months of Tuesday picture book readings, he wondered if he might be able to start being his own rules. (He's have to learn to flirt first, Fennec had told him. He always managed to be too subtle or come on too strong.)

The man was classically handsome, boyish and strong at the same time, just a whisper shorter than Din, but a little younger. During the Halloween story time, He'd come dressed as Captain America, and he'd been a hit with the kids and the parents. Although Din did his best to be polite, when he started proving his super strength by doing push ups, Din hid, suddenly deeply interested Pride and Prejudice.

Fennec spotted Luke once, and had promptly reported back to their friends that Din's crush was was out of Din's league.

"Or would be, if you didn't have the cute single dad thing going on."

"Grogu isn't an accessory I use to pick up guys."

"Maybe not, but he does that work anyway." She had a point.

Grogu was a great help when it came to breaking the ice, but the ice between him and Luke melted a long time ago.

"What's this week's pick?" Luke asked Grogu, reaching for the book Grogu had gripped tightly in his little baby fist.

"Dragons Don't Eat Tacos," Din said. Luke leaned over the counter with the scanner, barely getting it over the bar code. The register beeped.

Din had started coming to the bookstore out of necessity. Every week he and Grogu would come home from the library with stacks of books. But Grogu liked to put his favorites in his mouth and bite. Din worried the kid would give himself smallpox or bubonic plague. The librarians were worried that more of their books would come back with visible bite marks. So Din and Grogu made a deal. Which ever book was Grogu's favorite that week, they'd buy at the store, and that one Grogu could chew on all the way home.

Dragon's Don't Eat Tacos was in Grogu's mouth before Din could get the cash out of his wallet.

"Is it tasty?" Luke asked.

"It's his favorite snack," Din said.

Luke smiled and laughed, even though Din's joke hadn't been very funny. He felt the back of his neck get hot, and then his ears. He glanced behind him as Luke grabbed his receipt. No one was behind him. He could take a little more time.

"The reading tonight was great," he said.

"I've been practicing my phonics," Luke said, "I should be a level two reader any day."

Din didn't know how to get from this part to the usual exchange of phone numbers or making of plans. With sweat beading on his forehead, he blurted: "Your funny voices are getting better."

Luke smiled, a real smile, his eyes bright and the corners crinkled. "Thanks! Those I actually have been practicing."

Din didn't have to think of something to say next, because Grogu, a child who hardly spoke at all, picked that moment to announce to the both of them "I pooped!"

Luke showed Din to the bathroom before heading back to the children's corner to help his aunt with the clean up.

"I locked the front. You'll have to let Din out."

Luke checked his watch. They still had three minutes until their official 9p.m closing time.

"We can't lose a good customer to my ..." he drifted off, drowning his sentence in a cup of fruit punch.

"Your what, Luke?" She asked, playing dumb.

Luke just shrugged.

"I don't think giving that nice man your number would risk any business," she said, "but that's just my opinion."

Din apologized when Luke had to let him out of the store.

"Please, don't worry about it," Luke insisted. The air outside was cold, and Grogu was snuggling his head against Din's shoulder, his book between his teeth.

"Can you say goodnight to Mr. Skywalker?" Din said. Grogu waved, but seemed to have used the last of his words for the day on his announcement.

"By Grogu," Luke said. Luke didn't move, so neither did Din.

"Next week then?" Din asked.

"Next week." Luke gave him a thumbs up. Din did one back.

"Um ..."

"Well! Goodnight!" Luke said, stepping back inside and shutting the door behind him. Grogu waved at him through the glass. Luke waved back. Din gave another thumbs up. Luke did it back.

Din turned to go, but Grogu was still waving. When Din turned without Grogu's permission, Grogu shrieked, and the taco book fell from his mouth. Luke opened the door fast, picking it up off the pavement as it closed behind him.

"Do you want a new one?" He offered.

Din took the book back, his hand brushing Luke's in the exchange. "His bite marks are already all over it," Din said. "And I have wipes." He jostled the diaper bag on his shoulder.

"Right," Luke said. "Well, goodnight again."

"Goodnight again." Grogu was finally done waving, so Din thought was safe to turn around.

"Din!" Luke called. "Do you like coffee?"

"Yeah," he said. His heart raced as his mind started thinking up every possible follow up question that wasn't would you go out with me?

"The spot down the road is really good, if you'd want to go with me? Maybe this weekend?" Luke had his hands behind his back and was rocking on his heals as he spoke.

Din smiled in the wide and goofy way that was almost always reserved for Grogu. "Yeah, that'd be great!" Luke's smile matched Din's in that moment.

They exchanged numbers quickly, or tried to. Din noticed Luke's hands were trembling. He'd stepped outside without a jacket, and the weather was starting to get cold.

"There," Luke said, sending Din a text with his name.

"I'll call you," Din promised.

"Great, I look forward to it." They kept smiling at each other.

Luke turned away first, only to find a locked storefront. "Oh no," he said.

"Oh no," Din echoed when he realized.

"My aunt is in there, I'll just need to ... bang on all the windows until she notices." He rubbed his face before he started knocking.

"Want me to stick around until she lets you in?" Din offered.

"Please spare me the humiliation," Luke said, a chuckle in his voice. "No, please, don't feel like you need to stick around. She'll notice soon enough."

"Well, if she doesn't, you know ... call me," Din said.

"I will," he promised.

Din smiled and Grogu chewed all the way home.

#dinluke #din djarin #luke skywalker #grogu #my writing

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girlfriendsofthegalaxy · 1 year

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tuesday again 5/2/2023

some stuff i fucking HATED in this one

listening

new K. Flay AND new LUNA AURA singles out last friday but the thing that kept me company through several walks was this (billboard called it "industrial rager" which seems fine close enough) used for the yellowjackets tv show (something i have not watched and never will).

my brain has really craved repetitive lyrics recently. not sure what that's about. not a repeated lyric, but love one that goes "lipstick on the rifle". spotify

youtube

ty discover weekly.

reading

pour one out for the real ones, Vice's leftist gaming vertical Waypoint. if you've ever liked anything about the way i go about these posts you have them to thank. i would say they are the primary influence in the way i try to approach things like "is this a clever subversion that still holds a lot of love for the genre or does this not even know the rules it's trying to break". also a big factor in me going "okay this is what it says it is, this is the marketing copy and press releases" and a work says it's trying to do before assessing whether or not they do it well. may all the staff land softly, elsewhere, paid far more.

“There are a ton of destinations within gaming media that do a great job covering whether a game is worth your money. Instead, we want to focus on telling stories about why people play, and investigating how the games we love and spend so much time with come to be. Whether a game was a commercial success or has a small, dedicated community, we want to raise the conversation and take an in-depth look at the passion, people, and politics that underpin these worlds.” -Austin Walker, editor in chief until last year

the very last thing i read was this review of the new starred wars game, whose early review code sent to journalists was EXTREMELY different than what ended up shipping. this is uncommon but not unheard of, but almost nobody publishes a "null result" review like this one and it's a fascinating breakdown

This piece has, admittedly, gone off the rails, but if this had been a straightforward review, and at the end, I put an italicized section that said “based on 10 hours,” what would you say? If I’d finished the game but confessed at the end that the patched version was importantly different from the one I’d spent my time with, what then? Which review is worth more?

i also read Behind the Sun, Above the Moon, a non-binary scifi/fantasy anthology. i was not impressed with this collection in whole or in parts. it could have benefited from a stronger theme and editorial vision (i'm not actually sure this thing had an editor, now i'm looking closer?)

this has billed itself "a Queer anthology inspired by magic and the cosmos". what i was hoping/expecting this would be: a collection exploring what it means to be nonbinary through the lens of scifi and fantasy. it actually is: an almost completely human-centric collection about people who happen to be non-binary and happen to live in scifi or fantasy settings.

the critical problem is that most of them are very slice-of-life in a fantastic setting as opposed to a short story with uhhhhhh a theme and a point it makes. the worldbuilding, while often interesting, is not integral. 3/9 of these are set in a contemporary setting, and all of them could be set in a contemporary setting without losing much. 3/9 (one overlap) feature a protagonist or deuteragonist who is a cop, and all three of those read very gay assimilation-y/feel very concerned with perfect gay rep.

i don't really expect anyone to be the next o henry here, but none of them are self-contained. not the sort of ambiguous ending in the Ha Ha Im Going To Think About This For The Rest Of My Life way, they all feel like “first chapter of a planned new adult trilogy”.

i love anthologies. i am always rooting for anthologies. i am no stranger to imperfectly written speculative fiction. this one is just kind of nothing? none of these are good or particularly enjoyable examples of the form, either as short stories or as speculative fiction.

i don't actually know what tipped me off to this book, it's been on my overdrive for...two years.

watching

two out of three Magnificent Seven sequels are not worth my time, your time, or anyone else's. i have not bothered to watch Guns of the Magnificent Seven (1969, dir. Wendkos) bc i have a finite amount of time on this bitch of an earth.

i reluctantly have to hand the original some heterosexual rights. that move had a genuinely cute romance that fit in well with a particular character's growth, even if it was lifted whole cloth from Seven Samurai. this will be relevant when we discuss this franchise's hatred for women later.

Return of the Seven/Return of the Magnificent Seven (1966, dir. Kennedy), starring exactly one member of the original seven, is so poorly paced that i paused the film during an "exciting" bullfight, got up to get more snacks, got distracted, and ended up cleaning my kitchen.

there is a great deal of untranslated, un-captioned spanish throughout this movie, including the entire opening sequence. i don't know how i feel about this. on one hand, yeah, fuck them americans, and i would not call the english-language dialogue particularly crucial to your understanding of the plot. on the other hand, what.

as opposed to the original seven all being men who are fairly polite and follow some sort of code, the replacement five are all kind of sleazy? one of them only signs on bc there's an entire village full of women on their own. in other relationships, there is the KERNEL of a really fascinating fucked up family dynamic between the villain and his sons, but we don't even get hints of that until well after the halfway point. this is the original movie but less interesting and sloppier. the camerawork and effects simply are not there.

The Magnificent Seven Ride! (1972, dir. McCowan) is a really, really awful film to watch, and not just if you're a woman. this whole fucking film uses three separate instances of rape or gang rape as plot momentum. if you are not trying to fill out lee van cleef's filmography (only a thing me and @birdcfparadise are insane enough to do) this is actively skippable.

like okay. let’s just walk through the first fifteen minutes. lvc's young, new, nubile wife convinces him to let a kid who robbed a store get off with a warning instead of what lvc really wants to do, send him to jail. in return, the kid shoots lvc, kidnaps lvc's wife, and rapes and kills her on the trail. the movie, which wasn't good to start out with, does not improve from there. like the other sequel i watched, this is the original movie but less interesting and sloppier.

the one interesting choice this film makes: one of the seven is a failed journalist tailing lvc, hoping to get enough life details out of him to write a book. this is a fun period-appropriate twist and this could have been a fun proto-revisionist western/gracefully put the franchise to bed, but here we FUCKING are.

why'd i do this to myself: liked the original, like lvc.

playing

the steam collections i'm sorting things into areworking, bc i forgot i owned Call of Juarez: Gunslinger (2013, developed/published Techland). i do not remember buying this, i assume it was $1.99 in a sale at some point. this is a silly arcade-y first person shooter.

youtube

i suspect it will be the kind of thing i play through once and then completely forget about, but i will have a fun ten hours-ish.

this is a personal problem, but the moment you give me a long-distance rifle, i want to play as stealthily and perfectly as possible. (except in fallout, where it is way more fun to charge up to enemies like a very small freight train with a shotgun). this game is simply not built for stealth. this game wants you to move constantly. i do like how enemies are encountered in little groups or knots, and don't come after you if you've cleared out one group and haven't hustled along to the next. enemy AI was simply not very sophisticated in 2013. this gives me time to meander around looking at everything and going "oh i coulda got up on that water tower" or "totally missed that barrel of dynamite".

i like how over the top but un-self-serious it is so far. competent shooter, fewer of the bells and whistles we expect from a FPS these days, but we don't really need to be fucking around with health packs and more than one kind of ammo for a gun. nothing's really annoying me yet and i haven't fallen deeply in love with it, so i don't have a ton of thoughts other than "huh this is a decade old video game with decade-old design sensibilities, which isn't bad just different". stay tuned!

separate thought: i do think that the game's artstyle is about as detailed as i ever want a game to get. nothing ever really needs to be more realistic than this. i do think we peaked in 2013 and what 2013 CPUs could handle. we have better raytracing and particles and whatnot now, but that's at the cost of eerily hyperrealistic games where there is little to no non-signage visual signposting. nothing is guiding your eye through a level, things (consumables, collectibles, etc) are very easy to miss. if video games are an art form you need to pick a thing your game looks like. make a stylistic choice for christ's sake. not this game though. it's doing okay.

making

made some fake meatballs (shut up) bc the giant bag of bargain store brand meatballs i used to practically live on have risen to $20 a bag. angel hair and meatballs are easy to acquire and easy to eat, even if they do generate many dishes to wash.

making my own is not much cheaper, and raw ground meat texture is one of the worst things in the world. plus i had some carrots and oats and lentils to use up anyway. this required more chopping than my hands cared for, even though i bought pre-juilenned carrots and just sort of roughly diced them. the texture is UNSETTLINGLY like real meatballs. that sort of spongy? bouncy? mouthfeel. the taste is, of course, nothing like real meat. they are a little crumbly in actual pasta, but oversaucing whatever noodles are at the back of the pantry will help.

no pics bc they look awful. eating a lot of various lentil sludges lately partly bc i am trying to clean out my pantry before i move, and when i could still afford grocery delivery they frequently gave me green instead of the far superior red lentils.

#tuesday again #tuesday again no problem

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