#THIS IS A VERY VERY VERY ROUGH DRAFT AND I WILL HEAR NO CRITICISMS FROM ANY OF YOU TYVM

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UPDATE: part one is posted on tumblr HERE

Okay fam/friends/mutuals. I have been working on something that I really really want feedback on before I continue. It’s my only foray into Mission: Impossible fic and the first thing I’ve written and put on the internet in 7. I welcome constructive criticism. This is arguably a very, very rough draft and I wrote it entirely on my phone which I’ve never done before. There’s still shaping up to do but I have a good bit more than this written and know how it’s going to play out. Thoughts please? 🫣😮‍💨

Ilsa can’t remember the last time she was tempted to fidget. It’s never been as tempting as it is now, standing in a cold and damp third world prison waiting for Ethan to be brought out to her. Well, not just her. The White Widow stands next to her, her brother not far away. He scowls at Ilsa, not happy to be here and not happy to risk his and his sister’s lives on a job for her. It’s nothing sanctioned (if you or your team are killed or captured you’ll be disavowed) but the moment Benji had finally, finally found Ethan the four of them - Luther, Benji, Ilsa, and even Brandt pulling strings and doing as much as he could behind the scenes - things had moved pretty quickly. Luther or Benji (it doesn’t matter now because they both had been trying their damnedest to get it done) had hacked into the security system on the prison; cameras in every cell, interrogation room, the hallways. Not that any of them needed to see what they were doing to Ethan (in the two weeks since she first saw him on the grainy camera feed it’s all she sees when she closes her eyes, doesn’t need audio to hear his screams and the sounds they rip from his throat, or backdated footage to catalog what tool made each scar or bleeding wound on his body. those pictures will be seared in her brain for all eternity. she wants and yearns and rages at the sacrifice he made for her, for them and falls asleep with a screen playing live footage from his cell in her lap, showing him pressed back into the corner of the tiny cage, curled up protectively, shivering or trembling she can’t tell. wishing she could tell him somehow i’m coming. i will get you out. i haven’t forgotten about you. you’re not disavowed to me. i’m sorry. i’m so terribly sorry ethan). They don’t have to watch the footage for long to decide that any escape that depends on Ethan getting himself out won’t happen. Without government backing and even with Brandt’s help they don’t have the resources or the manpower to storm the prison and break him out. That left one option, and it wasn’t one that any of them liked. The White Widow had been less than thrilled to hear from Ilsa but intrigued at the prospect of mediating an exchange for her. She’d been more willing when she realized John Lark was half the exchange. The team had been up in the air about how to refer to Ethan, but in the end had to believe that Ethan hadn’t revealed himself as an American agent, if he had the terrorists surely would have executed him, or worse, auctioned him to the highest bidder. The White Widow knew him as John Lark, so they kept that identity with her, and insisted that it not be revealed to the terrorists. It’d taken almost a week for the White Widow to get the meet set-up, leaving ample time for the team to get the money gathered (and that part hurt. they’d had ethan for 5 months. 5 months of torturing him and all they wanted was money?). So, now here she is. Not fidgeting. Not twisting her ankle or flexing her calf muscles and imaging she can feel the rods and pins holding her leg together, or the scar where her tibia bone punched through the skin of her calf, not twisting her arm and feeling knitted scars where the bones ground together excruciatingly.

And above all else she’s not resting her hand on the barely there bump on her stomach, the bump invisible and hidden beneath a loose blouse and trench coat. Invisible to everyone that doesn’t know her and Ethan’s secret.

———

The first mission wasn’t supposed to be like this.

It was supposed to be easy and wonderful and the start to the greatest partnership of his life.

So of course, like everything else in his life, it went to shit in 5 minutes.

He and Ilsa had never exactly named the thing between them, except that it was theirs. He didn’t tell Benji and Luther (although greatly suspected Luther knew and Benji was suspicious), and Ilsa being a free agent didn’t have anyone to tell. They were each others greatest secret, greatest weakness, greatest compromise. Because they did compromise each other. There was no question after they’d saved each other so many times, sacrificing the mission for them. The Thing started simply - after handing Lane off to MI6 a week spent in London exploring each others bodies carefully around broken ribs and bruised necks (and how he had enjoyed adding his marks to her neck and having her hands lovingly caressing the broken parts of him) telling stories and sharing the private, secret parts of themselves no one else knew - then a night Cape Town, a weekend in Moscow, six hours in Brussels, two days in Paris, traveling 8 hours to spend 4 hours in her hotel room in Athens. Whenever they could and their schedules overlapped enough, or if they even happened to be in the same time zone, they were together.

After Julia, he didn’t think he’d ever feel this way about another woman.

Any chance he could he’d pull her into his missions. Anything to have her by his side. So when Brandt told him Sloane had given him the approval to extend the offer of a permanent position with the IMF - with Ethan’s team - to Ilsa he was perhaps the happiest he’d ever been. The two of them together - partners - properly, permanently.

He never thought he’d be considering marriage again either.

So it really shouldn’t have come as a surprise when it fell apart. The plan failed. His backup scenarios ran out. There were no more moves, no more chess pieces. So when he wrecked and went down, Ilsa dying in his earpiece, Benji too late and too far away to save her, a part of him, all hope, died with her. When he saw his pursuers approaching he was relieved, he’d never been so ready or willing to meet death than in that moment. To go where Ilsa would be waiting for him. He was already halfway there, a piece of rebar in his chest, internal injuries too numerous to catalogue, his leg didn’t feel right, arm wouldn’t lift. Ethan closed his eyes, ready for the bullet that would end his life. He certainly hadn’t expected them to take him alive, put him in the hospital, and get him just healthy enough he’d survive the torture. Survive he did, but not as Ethan Hunt. As something else, a shell of a human. All hope lost. No prayer of rescue. He knew he was disavowed and no help would be coming. He kept his mouth shut and took what they gave him. Didn’t utter a word except for the screams and shouts when it became too much. He’d already failed everything and everyone else. He couldn’t fail here. Couldn’t stand to betray his country on top of it all.

So when his captors told him he was being traded for goods more valuable than him, he knew he had to end it or escape. He couldn’t do this indefinitely. Eventually he’d break and the shell would crack and he’d be human again. So he plotted and planned, and when they came for him he knew what he had to do. His final plan, the one to end it all.

#mission impossible #ilsaethan #ethan x ilsa #ilsa x ethan #fanfic #ethan hunt fanfic #my writing #rad writes

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Danganronpa: Abandoned Hope Episode One Script

here's the script for the first episode, as promised! check under the readmore :3. Do remember that it's still a "rough draft", so there may still be some typos and unintentional grammar mistakes. please be constructive with any criticism.

Episode 1, February 13th

Mysterious voice: good morning, sir. We’re very appreciative that you’ve come to talk with us today. We understand that you likely have a very poor opinion of us, but rest assured we have no intention of harming you or your friends. W- No, won’t hurt the young lady here either. We just need your account of the events that took place. Yes we’ll be interviewing her too, so your honesty is of the utmost importance. The sources we have are flawed, some clarity is all we ask. You can provide this, can’t you?

????:: …. I… suppose ….

Mysterious voice: splendid! Could you introduce yourself before giving your account? for the record of course.

????: …. My name is Adaleus Valker. I attended the academy under the talent of “ultimate waltzer”. My talent encompassed everything from organizing events, hosting parties, and of course actually dancing. Admittedly I feel more pride in the hosting part of my talent rather than the dancing part, however the school was looking for a dancer, not a host. The talent program for my year sought to implement pairs with similar talents. I was a last minute addition; the person who originally held my talent couldn’t attend. 

Adaleus, flashback: I still remember the day before it all started. February 13th. We were snowed in so classes were canceled. That was good news to me, I never liked waking up early. Although this morning I stayed in a little too long 

???: *sounds of knocking* Adaleus you in there? It’s noon, wake up!

Adaleus, present: oH SHI *answers door* good morning Mrs Sasaki

Narration: Nozumi Sasaki, the well respected headmaster of this academy. Back in her day she was the ultimate linguist. She’s very good at her job, both as a translator and a headmaster, but unfortunately that means she’s overbearing as hell sometimes.

Sasaki: … Good afternoon. Adaleus I know school isn’t in session today but could you at least wake up at a decent time? 

Adaleus: ah… that’s my bad

Sasaki: just try to get to bed at a decent time tonight, wouldn’t want you to be groggy tomorrow 

 Narration: And with that she walked off 

Adaleus: geez, if I knew I’d get reprimanded like this I would’ve opted out of staying in the dorms

Narration: We were given the option if we wanted to stay in the dorms or not, most students opted out since it’s quite the trek down to the village, leaving only the ultimate class and the headmaster as the only people in the school dorms.

Eun: Hey you, you’re finally awake. I was looking for Sammie so we could get some lunch, wanna join?

Narration: that’s Eun Kocur, ultimate animal trainer. She specializes in birds and is currently keeping chickens and pigeons. We’re pretty good friends. Last month she dragged me along to a bird show her pigeons were competing in. They all won, of course. It would be weird if they didn’t.

Adaleus: yeah sure, food sounds good. 

Narration: we walked over to Sammie’s shared lab, passing some fellow students along the way

Eun: oh hey Umeko what’s up?

Umeko: oh hey Eun! Not much, how about you?

Narration: Umeko Ongaku, ultimate Chorist. She used to be so quiet that it was startling to hear her speak, let alone sing. Especially since she has such a deep voice. Sometimes I’d play the accompanying track for her choir if the usual accompanist couldn’t.

Benjiro: oh? who's there?

Narration: And that’s Benjiro Sasaki, ultimate instructor. One time he mentioned how he was originally going to be a teacher, but disliked small children so much he decided to go into lecturing instead. He really dislikes being singled out due to his blindness, and well kids aren’t necessarily known for their tact. His service’s dog is named Mina. Sometimes we joke about how she’s more sociable than he is. 

Eun: it’s just me and Adaleus, we’re getting lunch

Benjiro: Oh that makes sense, it’s like 12:10 right?

Adaleus: *i checked the clock on the wall* That's actually accurate. How did you do that?

Benjiro: I got a new watch

Adaleus: what? But I thought you were bli-

Umeko: it’s specifically for blind people, dumbass. The face of the watch has raised markers so that you can feel the time

Adaleus: *takes a closer look* oh that’s neat! Did you get it for him?

Umeko: yep! It was supposed to be for Christmas but it came in late. Man I’m such a bad girlf-

Eun: shhh shut up Mrs. Sasaki’s coming 

Umeko: Eep!

Narration: an air of awkward silence befell us as Mrs Sasaki walked by

Mrs Sasaki: hello

Eun: hiya 

Umeko: g-good afternoon 

Adaleus: hello 

Benjiro: hi mom

Misa: *quiet woof*

Narration: Mrs. Sasaki didn’t know that Benjiro and Umeko were dating, and quite frankly neither of them wanted her to know. She’s overbearing as is, I couldn’t imagine it would end well if she knew.

We parted ways with Ben and Umeko, only to run into someone else.

Maricella: hey hey hey Adaleus I gotta talk with you for a sec

Narration: Maricella Tai, ultimate knitter. It’s rare to see her not working on a project, and even rarer to see her without her knitting needles. Everyone here has at least one knitted item from her, currently she’s making everyone blankets. She often jokes about how her knitting needles could be used for self defense in emergencies.

Rina: you didn’t even need my help finding him

Narration: Rina Bellerose, Ultimate Ballerina. I share a talent lab with her. Sometimes we help each other practice for events but to be honest we’re pretty distant. Quite frankly I think she dislikes me quite a bit, but it’s rude to assume that of people.

Adaleus: oh hi what is it?

Maricella: ok so I started your blanket and I was using this one specific shade of blue but I ran out of it completely, is it okay if I use a different shade or would you rather it stay consistent?

Adaleus: oh yeah it’s fine if it’s different. Hey maybe that could be the pattern. One shade of a color followed by a second shade repeated?

Maricella: I. Like. Your. Thinking!! Cmon Rina let’s go!

Rina: you don’t need to run everywhere you know- 

Narration: and thus the sapphic’s left as quickly as they appeared. Finally we made it to Sammies lab. I could hear the radio through the door, playing some music I didn’t recognize. Eun placed a few firm knocks on the door.

Eun: Hey Sammie! We’re gonna get lunch now

Sammie: o-ok hold on a sec!

Narration: the radio was shut off and replaced with a shuffling of sorts. Before long the long anticipated Sammie showed up.

Sammie: ok let’s go!

Narration: Sammie Usuro, ultimate tailor. He’s rather proficient at his talent, usually having a backlog of requests for outfits and fittings. Though for some reason whenever I need my clothes repaired he always gets to it right away. He broke his leg last winter break after falling off a ski lift.

Adaleus: Hey Sammie! How's your leg feeling?

Sammie: ah it’s doing fine. Doctor said that the cast could come off in as little as two months!

Eun: that’s still quite a bit of time

Sammie: Well it’s better than losing the leg due to gangrene. Let’s go get lunch.

Eun: What were you guys thinking about? Personally I could go for anything right now.

Sammie: Honestly that new restaurant down in the village sounds really good.

Adaleus: It does, but how are we gonna get there?

Eun: oh! We could take a sled down then just stay the night in town. We can come back up when school starts back up!

Sammie: Then it sounds like a plan!

Narration: we made our way to the elevator. Yes it was a snow day, and yes eating out was a Saturday thing, but dammit that barbecue place sounded really good. Unfortunately there were issues surrounding the elevator:

Simire: AUUGHRRHR OPEN UP!!!

Narration: Simire Rohim, ultimate badminton player. The winner of several awards and championships, often gone for weeks at a time to play in games. It was… very surreal to see this well respected athlete struggling with the door so much 

Adaleus: What… is he doing?

Icarus: I left my pencil case in a classroom downstairs, but the door to the elevator/stairwell is locked for some reason.

Narration: Icarus Onassis, ultimate volleyball player. He used to be just as into volleyball as Simire was into badminton, but after a season he completely lost interest in sports as a whole. Now he only plays during talent festivals and tests.

Eun: Simire I doubt shaking the door is gonna make it work

Simire: well what else am I supposed to do? 

Eun: maybe get Mrs. Sasaki and ask her to unlock the door?

Simire: oh *leaves to go do that*

Eun: Hey, do you think if we shake him it’ll get his brain to work?

Icarus: hey Don’t make fun of him behind his back!

Sammie: that’s rich coming from the king of shit talk himself

Eun: So would it be ok if I said it to his face? 

Icarus: you-

Mrs Sasaki: What's the problem here?

Simire: the door won’t unlock and Icarus left his pencil case downstairs.

Mrs. Sasaki: Oh I Must have forgot to unlock the door, my apologies.

Narration: but when she went to unlock the door, her key didn’t work anymore

Mrs. Sasaki: That's… odd. It must be the cold weather messing with the locks. I’ll call the locksmiths and have them check out the doors as soon as possible.

Adaleus: damn, so no take out :(

Mrs. Sasaki: Were you really going out to eat in this weather? There’s 100 cm of snow outside!

Eun: well why else would we have the sled?

Mrs Sasaki: that’s for emergencies only, go make yourselves something to eat in the kitchen 

Sammie: :(

Narration: burdened with an unbearable sadness, we made our sorry ways to the kitchen. 

Artemisa, holding a basket of produce: hey are you three getting lunch too?

Narration: Artemisa Spicer, ultimate food chemist. She’s somehow both the most and the least organized person I know. She always has her mask on since she's always in and out of her lab or the kitchen. She was in charge of catering a party I was planning once and she did an excellent job, despite her odd schedule.

Sammie: yeah.. Mrs. Sasaki wouldn’t let us go out to eat

Artemisa: There's like 100 cm of snow out there and you can barely walk!

Eun: yeah but like that’s what the sleds for

Artemisa: no it’s not! I’m making a bunch of soup for lunch anyways, just have some of that.

Adaleus: fiiiiiine 

Narration: we followed Artemisa into the dinning area. Artemisa slipped into the kitchen, leaving us with the other students waiting for lunch.

Gigantia: heyyy mantits McGee what’s up!!!

Narration: Gigantia Ader, ultimate Embalmer. I’m not very knowledgeable of her talent, I personally have seen enough dead bodies to last me a lifetime, but those in the field apparently respect her work greatly. Her personality however…. 

Adaleus: Gigantia we’ve talked about this… 

Fatik: can’t you go a day without harassing someone?

Gigantia: hey tits aren’t inherently sexual!

Fatik: you’re pleading your case poorly

Narration: Fatik Lemaitre, ultimate taxidermist. Again, unfamiliar with the field however they don’t tend to make people as uncomfortable as Gia. They’re often rather cranky though, especially with the bad weather recently.

Juniper: Hey, stop talking about badonkers! Lunch is ready, we made soup!

Narration: Juniper Caito, ultimate orchardist. During the tragedy they cultivated hundreds of orchards, forests, and farms. They’ve probably improved the world the most out of any of us just on the basis of food production alone. Their talent lab is full of plants, I'm surprised that Artemisa gets anything done. 

Fatik: oh what kind of soup is it?

Juniper: soup flavor

Gigantia: oh boy my favorite 

Artemisa: there’s also fresh bread in kitchen if you want it with your soup or a sandwich or something 

Adaleus: Aw fuck yeah bread!

Eun: breads not that good though

Adaleus: sounds like someone’s never had good bread

Eun: whatever 

Narration: the soup flavored soup with the bread shaped bread was very good for lunch. Eun left to go do her own thing, so me and Sammie went over to the library to hang out a bit more. Since it’s basically the entertainment center, someone is always hanging out there

Lapis: oh hey guys what’s up!

Narration: Lapis Ongaku, ultimate soloist. Almost the polar opposite of sister, he’s as loud and fun loving as anyone with the title of ultimate center of attention. He has a tendency to go off and do his own thing, which gets on a lot of people’s nerves. 

Sammie: oh we were just gonna hang out here! That’s ok right?

Lapis: yeah yeah of course! I wasn’t doing anything too important anyway, the internet isn’t working.

Sammie: oh that's odd, then what are you doing on the computer?

Lapis: playing chess against the computer and losing horribly.

Adaleus, thinking: looking over at the computer I witnessed the worst chess strategy I have ever seen play out. It was almost funny 

Sammie: Maybe you should play something else. Oh, how about we play uno? That’s easier!

Lapis: Aw fuck yeah i’m a pro at uno! You’re gonna be sorry you ever challenged me! Then I’m gonna be sorry cause I hurt your feelings.

Narration: we played cards for a couple hours, chatting with people coming in and out of the library. Eventually we went and ate dinner, which was just leftovers. Heeding Mrs. Sasaki’s warning, I went to bed soon after. Though to be honest, had I known what was about to transpire… I don’t think I would’ve gone to sleep.

✨you can now watch from Eun’s Perspective✨

Narration: Well lunch was eventful, it was fun to see Fatik throw a bread roll at Gigantia after one too many puns. Even funnier to see her catch one with her mouth and swallow it whole like a snake. Now what to do now…

Lapis: oh hey Eun! Umeko wants to talk to you

Eun: wait why?

Lapis: idk, she said it’s a girl thing, and since I am not a girl I can’t be privy to this. 

Eun: makes sense, where is she?

Lapis: she’s by her room, probably, she might’ve moved, it’s like a floor it can’t take that long to find her

Eun: fair fair, I’ll go find her

Narration: lapis was right, she was outside her room. Her nameplate is somewhat shiner than the others since they got her name wrong at first. They got a lot of people's names wrong to be honest, how hard is “Eun” to remember geez.

Umeko: oh good you’re here

Eun: Yeah, what did you need? Lapis was really cryptic.

Umeko: yeah ok so uh you know how Valentine’s Day is tomorrow? W-well I wanted to get Benjiro chocolate, but we’re snowed in, so I figured I’d ask Artemisa for help to make them! But she gets really intense when cooking so I kinda need you there for moral support!

Eun: Wait, you’re scared of Artemisa? All 165 cm of her?

Umeko: I’m related to Lapis, I know damn well it’s the short ones you need to look out for! So are you helping or not??

Eun: Well of course I am! Gotta support the gal pals even if they are sniffing cowards

Umeko: aren’t you scared of crickets

Eun: hey! they're freaky little bastards who know and resent their place in the food chain!

Umeko: yeah right, lets go

Narration: we went down to Artemisa’s lab and luckily enough she was down to help Umeko with the chocolate. I did as I promised and stayed for moral support, but unfortunately I became privy as to why Umeko had reservations about this.

Eun: hey why’d you make me put my hair in a ponytail?

Artemisa: the twin tails are unsanitary. Whenever you lean forward your hair gets into anything you’re working in, and I’d prefer it if your hair didn’t transfer germs from your lab into mine.

Eun: Firstly, domesticated pigeons are very clean animals! 

Artemisa: humans are “clean” creatures and yet food safety still applies to them

Eun: But then why didn't you make Umeko change her hair? Or change your hair for that matter?

Artemisa: because her hair isn’t long enough to warrant the concerns I have about your hair. And I don’t lean over countertops with wild abandon

Umeko: Will you guys stop arguing? I’m trying to focus.

Eun: Oh sorry! 

Narration: we finished the chocolates without much incident besides the great hair debate. I even got some of the candy as a reward! They made a variety of flavors, so there's gotta be something in there that Ben will like. Though considering his sour attitude, I can’t be sure that he’ll appreciate anything sweet.

#d:ah #danganronpa: abandoned hope

[ptbf2002]

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Oh my god, this company sucks. You know what this company has done?! Well, hear what i'm gonna tell you why the WarnerMedia And Discovery Merger Was One Of The Worst Mergers In The Media Industry Of The United States.

1. They removed and cancelled shows From HBO Max, like Aquaman: King of Atlantis, Close Enough, Elliott From Earth, The Fungies! Infinity Train, Mao Mao, Heroes of Pure Heart, Mighty Magiswords, OK K-O, Let's Be Heroes, Pac-Man and the Ghostly Adventures, Summer Camp Island, Tig n' Seek, Victor and Valentino, And Several Others. Like The What The Fuck! It Seems That Someone Doesn't Gives A Shit About Any Animation At All, Warner Bros Discovery Is Being So Not Fair To All Of Us! And all they care about is the stupid live action and reality shit. So Yeah, I Guess We Need A Marathon On Either Cartoon Network, Boomerang, Adult Swim, Or Discovery Family.

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3: The Creators That Are Making Shows For Cartoon Network, Boomerang, Adult Swim, HBO, And Several Others Have Been Fired Because Of That Shitty company that i'm talking about.

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7: In 2024 it's been announced that NBC Universal will be merging with it. Are You Kidding Me?! That would be a questionable decision, As my big concern was that it would seriously damage the mass media industry in the United States. Why can't they separate both of the media companies. And Do you know what's worse?

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[intermundia]

i m really sorry you have to deal with so many shitty people on your blog, fandom is supposed to be about fun and creativity and that just sounds rough :/ i m enjoying your posts though and even when i have a different interpretation its fun to hear your perspective!

thank you, that's very kind! that's the thing i wish people were more generous in their interpretation of my posts, when i say something that i believe is true, while i am advocating for my perspective, i am NOT attempting to force anyone to believe me either.

i don't think less of anyone with different opinions, unless they act rude or say things to me that i consider offensive. it's very possible to disagree without tearing someone apart for having a different opinion! i never go to other people's blogs or hop on other people's posts to correct or insult them, if i have an opinion i make my own post and stay in my own lane. i wish people would return that favor, you know?

it's just frustrating because i think the stakes of disagreeing about star wars can be very low. it's related to but also detached from the real world! we can coexist without erasing each other. just like.. please don't insult the buddhism that i follow when you criticize the jedi on my posts, you know? and don't imply that i'm dumb or uneducated about topics that i've spent years enthusiastically exploring, it really hurts my feelings. we can both be right :/

it just feels so unfair sometimes that i always have to keep thinking like a PR agent to avoid all possible bad-faith interpretations of my words. it's genuinely exhausting and prevents me from sharing a lot of things that i write and immediately save to drafts, just knowing how they would be read uncharitably by some and how they would respond.

there's so much vitriol and i try so hard to not participate or encourage that, but it's difficult when everything gets taken in the worst way possible. there are a lot of ways that i like having the size of audience that i have, i get to meet and talk to and entertain thousands of people, which is amazing, but it comes with so many downsides that sometimes i want to crawl under a rock and disappear.

annnnd that was a lot haha sorry i just. in general i really like this site and i LOVE star wars and the friends i've made in fandom, so i will never leave or stop writing, but there are just a lot of downsides that mean participating on here sometimes really hurts my feelings. when i know people don't care about that or even sometimes want that to happen, it just.. it sucks :/

#anyway it means a lot that you would send me this #thank you!! #sorry for unloading a rant on you lmao

[fandomswonderland]

Seven Sentaces Sunday!

Thanks for the tag @sznofthesticks

These are both rough drafts with very little editing, any constructive criticism is welcome but please be nice, I promise I have basic grammar skills!! /lh

Carlos was sitting in his patrol car with his partner when he saw T.K. coming out of a store after responding to a call about a possible allergic reaction. He didn’t expect T.K. to notice him sitting there, nor did he expect his partner to turn around and kiss him. He pulled away quickly and saw T.K. walking away. “Are you out of your mind?!” Carlos yelled and got out of the car “T.K.-“

“Save it. I don’t want to hear it.” T.K. slammed the door of the ambulance shut. Leaving Carlos standing on the sidewalk crying. Carlos quickly got back in the car and drove to the station; he told his supervisor what happened, and a report was filed. Carlos clocked out and tried calling T.K., who ignored the calls while he sat in his own bed sobbing.

Bonus sentences from a non-fandom-based story!

Adam always knew he was straight, he never looked at men like he looked at women. He never thought about the way towels hung off of their waists when they got out of the shower or the way their hair fell perfectly in front of their eyes when it was time for a haircut. He didn’t until he saw Daniel. It was an accident really, Daniel forgot to shut his bedroom door, so when he stepped out of the shower and Adam was walking by it was only normal for him to let his eyes wander and glance up at Daniel who was quickly trying to shut the door. “Sorry! I didn’t realize you were home early today!” Daniel called from the other side of the now-closed door.  “It’s fine,” Adam called as he walked away.

#ao3 #tarlos #911 lone star #angst #tarlos angst #tarlos fanfic #tk strand #fanfic #carlos reyes

[eleanorfenyxwrites]

Sworn Protections

Based on this artwork I reblogged a while ago by @asparklethatisblue - hope it's alright that I wrote this for it OP!

I went digging around in my old docs the other day to try to find something that I could use to get through this rough patch with my writing. I found this draft that I'd abandoned this past winter because I didn't like the way I was going with it, but all it took was deleting like. Two paragraphs to figure it out, so I finished it up, edited it, and here we are!

Please have some canon-verse Nieyao reconciliation (with whump, my favorite)

[AO3] [Masterpost]

-/-

Jin Guangyao has his instructions.

They are clear, well-planned, and sensible. They are entirely possible to follow to the letter. He is unlikely to ever forget them, or even for them to fade into the background commentary of his ceaseless thinking. Planning. Plotting.

He is a dutiful son.

He is a dutiful son.

He is loyal. He is filial. He is careful. He is discreet.

He is also despised. Abused. Exhausted. 

“Jin Guangyao?” Nie Mingjue barks, brows a harsh line of disapproval, hair down and loose around his broad shoulders, still wavy from his braids. Jin Guangyao looks up, up, up at him, backlit by the lanterns in his office despite the late hour, and he sees it the moment Nie Mingjue understands what he’s looking at. “A-Yao!” He says next, that forbidden name on his lips, and despite knowing that he’s delivering himself to death’s door, Jin Guangyao can do nothing but sway forward to collapse into arms that are most likely no safer than the hell he’s left behind (but he has to try).

“Chifeng-Zun,” he mumbles through swollen, bloodied lips, burning with splits and bites from knuckles, from his teeth. “I want to come home.”

The last thing he hears before he loses his blood-slippery grip on his consciousness is Nie Mingjue barking, “Someone go get the doctor!!” in the way he used to shout across entire battlefields.

——

“How badly off is he, Da-ge?” Nie Huaisang murmurs near at hand. Jin Guangyao doesn’t stir, gives no indication at all that he’s awake, that he’s listening. Nie Mingjue will never drop his guard around him again, of that much he’s certain, but perhaps while seemingly deeply unconscious he’ll at least be civil.

“Nearly died,” Nie Mingjue grunts, his frown perfectly audible. “I don’t know what did it to him, but I didn’t think he went out on nighthunts, and there hasn’t been a Jin hunting party near here in months anyway.”

Ah Nie Mingjue. So willfully obtuse when he wants to be.

“You think this is from a nighthunt?” Nie Huaisang asks, and if Jin Guangyao were weaker he might consider cracking a smile at the deep disbelief in his tone. 

“I don’t know. Won’t know until he wakes up and tells us, not that he’ll ever tell us the truth anyway. Better to just get him patched up and send him on his way again as quickly as possible.”

Ah. Jin Guangyao isn’t exactly surprised to learn that the rejection still burns hot and shameful in his chest, but he’s certainly dismayed by the realization anyway. 

He stays still as Nie Huaisang drifts closer on near-silent feet, and then there’s the whisper of cloth against cloth and a gentle touch on his temple, a knuckle smoothing some flyaway hairs back from his face. “I don’t think it happened on a nighthunt,” Nie Huaisang confesses, and it takes a shocking amount of willpower not to lean into his soft touch like a cat. No one’s touched him softly, familiarly in so long, he’s nearly forgotten how it feels. “I think it was his family.”

“That’s a very bold accusation to make, Huaisang,” Nie Mingjue counters immediately, as anyone would. It’s a delicate issue, after all. Jin Guangyao has been recognized, legitimized. He is his household’s problem to deal with now, any outside criticism or intervention would be highly controversial at best, disastrous at worst. And all because he’s too weak to handle any more broken bones, any more backhanded slaps that leave his cheek stinging for days, any more delicate little carvings with his father’s favorite paring knife into hidden patches of his skin to remind him who owns him. 

“It’s only bold because no one dares go against Jin Guangshan to say it,” Nie Huaisang retorts with more spine than he usually ever shows around his brother. “A lot of these bruises are days or weeks old, Da-ge! And look at these scars-“

“Close his robe!” Nie Mingjue snaps. “Have some decency, Huaisang, he isn’t one of your drawing models.”

“Da-ge did you even look at him?” Nie Huaisang demands, gaining steam. “There are words carved into his skin! What standard beast or ghoul do you know of that would do that?”

“Who’s to say he didn’t do that to himself?” Nie Mingjue retorts. “We won’t know anything for sure until he wakes up, and as soon as he starts lying we’ll know he’s recovered enough to be shipped back to Jin Guangshan. End of story. Now get out of here, I’ll have someone let you know when he wakes up and he’s ready for visitors.”

Nie Huaisang lingers for an extra moment or two, still petting his hair, and then he withdraws with a sigh. He stops long enough at the door to say a soft, “I’m disappointed in you, Da-ge,” that shocks Jin Guangyao down to his core, but Nie Mingjue doesn’t audibly react so he has no idea how he takes it.

All he can do is lie there and desperately wish for unconsciousness or perhaps a true coma to claim him again and protect him from Nie Mingjue’s desire to get rid of him as quickly as possible.

Silence descends again save for Jin Guangyao’s steady breathing and the occasional rustle of fabric from where Nie Mingjue is seated a polite distance away. Were the circumstances different, Jim Guangyao would be flattered that a Sect Leader apparently has time to spare being his nursemaid. As it is, however, he’s finding it hard not to feel like a prisoner being kept under the strictest watch imaginable.

Though even with the threat of Nie Mingjue so close at hand, Jin Guangyao still manages to fall asleep again. No matter his faults, Nie Mingjue has such a staunch belief in justice and right and wrong - Jin Guangyao is reasonably sure that hurting someone who is unconscious and defenseless would be unacceptable to him no matter how badly he wishes to get rid of him. It’s more than can be said for his father’s spies in Jinlintai, so he sleeps.

And he sleeps.

He wakes when the doctor comes to check his bandages and give him a dose of restorative medicine. He isn’t sure if Nie Mingjue is in the room or not when he does so, and he’s asleep again before the doctor leaves his line of sight clear enough to know. He hasn’t been hurt yet, at least, so he sleeps some more and hopes that his luck will hold. 

Eventually, though, he has to wake. He opens his eyes to stare up at the ceiling overhead, and he blinks slowly, owlishly, feeling sluggish and ungainly even without attempting to move. He blinks a few more times and then flinches when a hand suddenly enters his vision, the movement setting his whole body throbbing though he refuses to show that particular weakness. He would have been dead long before now if he were the type to shrink from a bit of pain.

“Hold still,” Nie Mingjue grouses from far too close at hand. “I’m checking your temperature.”

Jin Guangyao goes obediently still and tries valiantly not to think about the fact that the last person to touch his cheek was Madam Jin, and that she had done so to slap him so hard he’d worried his eye or his teeth would become dislodged. He’d worn the bruises from her heavy gold rings for a week and a half. No one had said a word.

Nie Mingjue rests the backs of his knuckles against his cheek and Jin Guangyao averts his gaze automatically, unwilling to look at Nie Mingjue and see precisely how unhappy he is to be touching him again, after all this time. 

“Give me your wrist,” he demands next and Jin Guangyao obediently holds one hand out towards him for Nie Mingjue to press his fingertips just a little too hard into the divot between his tendons. His fingers twitch without his conscious permission, and he forces his hand to go completely lax.

“Thank you for ensuring I was given medical aid,” Jin Guangyao finally manages to rasp, usual honey-smooth voice roughened by who knows how long without anything to wet his throat. “I apologize for appearing unannounced-“

“Shut up,” Nie Mingjue barks and Jin Guangyao obliges. That’s always been the best course of action where Nie Mingjue is concerned, and now is certainly not the time to try to push his luck any further than he already has. Nie Mingjue finally releases his wrist and Jin Guangyao can’t quite resist the urge to pull his sleeve down as far as it can go, hoping to hide…well, he supposes there’s nothing really specific to hide except any part of himself that he can. Nie Mingjue presses a full cup of water into his upturned palm a moment later, and Jin Guangyao murmurs a quiet, “Thank you,” as he raises it to his lips to sip at politely. He wants to down the whole thing in one gulp. He wants to demand more, or perhaps take the entire jug of water off the table and drink straight from it. He wants to be impolite. He wants to be greedy.

He sips at it demurely until it’s gone, and Nie Mingjue wordlessly takes it from him to fill again, to press it back into his waiting hand to let him keep drinking.

“I’ve sent a letter to Lanling,” Nie Mingjue announces into the silence and Jin Guangyao feels himself go first pale and then green, the blood draining from his face and nausea roiling thick and viscous in his stomach. 

“My father will be pleased to see me returned safely,” he manages to choke. A lie. A damning lie that he can’t stop himself from telling, as if it might make returning there anything less than a genuine death sentence. Perhaps it’s not a lie after all - he doesn’t doubt that Jin Guangshan would like to finish what he started.

“A Jin disciple came looking for you, so I sent him back with a letter to Jin Guangshan telling him that I haven’t seen you.”

Jin Guangyao whips his head around to look at Nie Mingjue straight on - his wide eyes wetter than they should probably be - and he hunts for any sign at all that he’s lying.

Except Nie Mingjue doesn’t lie. Detests it and anyone who does it. But is apparently willing to do so to Jin Guangshan to..protect…him. “You-“ There’s no good way to finish that sentence. Jin Guangyao stares for a moment longer before he drops the empty cup to the bed and leans forward to bury his face in his hands, unwilling to let Nie Mingjue see more emotion crossing his features, lest he think it’s some new way to manipulate him. 

Nie Mingjue gives him a few moments of silence before he breaks it again with a blunt, “Who carved ‘bastard’ on your chest?”

Jin Guangyao drops one hand from his face to clutch his robe tighter around himself, fingers gripping hard enough to wrinkle the thin silk but he doesn’t care. If Nie Mingjue had seen that much of him then how much more had he seen? How thoroughly does he understand that Jin Guangyao has been tortured by his entire family since he arrived in Jinlintai?

“Who burned your arms?” Nie Mingjue asks next, voice still harsh. “Who broke your ribs? Who knocked your teeth loose? Why didn’t you say something?!”

“What is there to say?” Jin Guangyao asks rather than list the culprits for his most visible injuries. “I am the unwanted, inconvenient, but ultimately useful bastard son of the most powerful man in the cultivation world. He legitimized me, gave me a place when none was left. He and his proper family can do what they please with me in their own house.”

Ahh that came out far too bitter, he can taste it the second the words leave his lips. He lays down again and turns his head to face Nie Mingjue, who looks like he’s (unsuccessfully) trying to hold back a fresh outburst. Jin Guangyao counts slowly to five in his head, and then -

“I gave you a place!” Nie Mingjue erupts, and there it is, the anger he’s been waiting for. “You worked for it, you earned it, and you just turned your back on everything I gave you for, what? Petty revenge?!”

Jin Guangyao can think of a dozen ways to defend himself without even trying, but he knows that not a single one of them will satisfy this image of him that Nie Mingjue insists on deluding himself with. So instead, he simply studies his hands in his lap and says nothing, fingers clenched tightly around the imagined circumference of Jin Guangshan’s neck.

Nie Mingjue makes a noise in the back of his throat that can only be disgust and jerks to his feet. He slams the door shut on his way out, and despite expecting it Jin Guangyao still can’t help but flinch. He stays there for a long time, just staring at his hands and trying to make sense of what will happen from now on. It’s highly unlikely at this point that he’ll be allowed to stay, that much is painfully obvious. But if he returns to Jinlintai now the abuses will only worsen, and he knows he can survive many things that would destroy those less than him, but..he can’t survive all of Jinlintai actively plotting his murder, sanctioned by the most powerful man in the world. He’ll have to disappear again, slip off the face of the earth and eke out a moderately comfortable life doing something menial before he can find anything in the Great Sects again. If he can. It’s everything he’d hoped to avoid, but one doesn’t survive as long as he has without knowing when to cut his losses and start over. 

“A-Yao?” Nie Huaisang calls softly from the doorway a few hours later. Meng Yao forces his eyes and his head to lift and he has to blink and clear his eyes when he catches sight of the deep concern etched in Nie Huaisang’s handsome face, so much like his brother’s. He musters up one of his usual smiles, though today it makes his cheeks tremble and his lips don’t fit into the proper shape at all.

“Hello Huaisang,” he greets with a little wave for him to come inside. He doesn’t, he lingers at the door staring at him with wide eyes. Ah. Of course. Nie Mingjue had probably forbidden him from coming any closer. “What is it? I'm sorry Nie-Zongzhu left here angry - I hope he is directing it appropriately?”

“He’s in the training yard,” Nie Huaisang supplies, and Jin Guangyao barely refrains from rolling his eyes. It’s honestly the worst response to anger that Nie Mingjue could have, going out to train with Baxia who will only stoke that anger higher and hotter until they’re both burning each other alive with it. But his gentle attempts to express his concern before his banishment once he’d learned the secret of the Nie sabers had fallen on deaf ears, and he certainly doesn’t have a leg to stand on now. There’s nothing he can do.

“Would you like to come in? I apologize there isn’t anything to eat or drink I could offer you-“

“Stop,” Nie Huaisang practically begs and Jin Guangyao blinks in surprise. 

“Huaisang?”

“Stop trying to act like everything is normal. Nothing about this is normal. I’m sending for Er-ge okay? He’ll know how to fix it.”

“Huaisang, wait -“

He’s gone in an instant, hurried footsteps echoing down the hall, and Jin Guangyao closes his eyes against the fresh wave of nausea that unfurls in his stomach at the thought of Lan Xichen seeing him like this. Lan Xichen, who believes the best of everybody. Who enjoys his delusions that the world is ultimately kind and fair, that it rewards hard work appropriately. Who will worry because of something Jin Guangyao has done. No, such a crime is absolutely unacceptable.

He does some quick calculations to determine how long he has before Lan Xichen arrives, and he decides there’s no time to waste. Even should he be delayed by sect business before he can leave, Lan Xichen travels quickly, and Jin Guangyao needs to be far away before he arrives. Accommodating for the fact that he will no doubt be forced to move slowly, and the speed at which Nie Huaisang’s messenger birds from Gusu are capable of flying, he must leave sooner rather than later.

Thus decided, Jin Guangyao forces himself to action. He pushes the covers off with some effort and stands slowly, carefully. He’s aware of his own limitations after a beating, and though he’s never been physically beaten quite so badly as this, it’s certainly been close to it. The stone stairs of Jinlintai are many and unforgiving, after all. 

He dresses carefully in his own robes, which have thankfully been laundered though he can still see faint traces of blood in a few spots. It’s no matter - he’ll have to shed the Jin colors as soon as possible to avoid suspicion or capture anyway. It’s just to get him out of the Unclean Realm and on his way to…well, elsewhere at least. He’ll figure out exactly where once he’s out and thinking clearly enough to execute any of his numerous escape plans.

The hallway is mercifully empty when he reaches it, but he’s moving even more slowly than he had anticipated. He leans heavily on the wall for support as he goes, one agonizing step at a time, and it’s only the thought of causing Lan Xichen distress that keeps him putting one foot in front of the other.

He has to get away. He can’t be found like this, can’t be seen. If they see, they’ll pounce. If he’s weak, he’s easy prey, and he hasn’t made it this far in the world only to be picked off like a lame deer. He keeps going, fuelled by a self-preservation instinct too deeply ingrained to be fully articulated. The halls are still empty when he turns a corner, and so he drags himself towards the next, consciousness trying valiantly to slip through his fingers with each step.

“Guangyao?” a too-familiar voice calls from behind him, and he doesn’t try to turn around. He won’t be able to stay upright if he does - the hallway is already tilting dangerously to the side as it is - and he can’t afford to slow down anyway. He’s already so slow - Nie Mingjue catches up with him in seconds. Jin Guangyao pays him no mind, instead continuing on his way one trembling, shuffling step at a time. He’s no match for Nie Mingjue should he try to actually detain him, but so long as the man keeps his hands to himself Jin Guangyao thinks he’ll be able to make it out.

Maybe.

His vision dims further and his knees buckle, and all he can think is, Well. Maybe not.

——

“Why did you come here?” Nie Mingjue asks, voice low. Jin Guangyao isn’t sure who he’s talking to - perhaps Lan Xichen has arrived. Perhaps Nie Huaisang didn’t tell his brother he was sending for him. Perhaps Jin Guangyao has failed again, and he’ll upset Lan Xichen with his very presence that has always seemed to be welcomed before. He doesn’t want to think about it.

“Meng Yao,” Nie Mingjue says next, still low and soft, and in the traitorous depths of his stupid heart, Jin Guangyao thrills to hear his mother’s name on someone’s lips. ‘Jin Guangyao’ is an image, a persona. He was Meng Yao for so long. He was Meng Yao when Nie Mingjue took him in, and when he drove him back out. He was Meng Yao when Lan Xichen held him at night in an attic room in a brothel on the run from the Wens, the two of them huddling together first out of necessity and then out of desire. He was Meng Yao at Wen Ruohan’s right hand, and Meng Yao when his father finally looked at him again and acknowledged his existence, his attention a double-edged blade pressed to his neck.

‘Jin Guangyao’ is a slap in the face, doubly so considering it’s so close to what he’s longed for his entire life. ‘Meng Yao’ is the core of him, that young boy with a mother who loved him and a future stuffed full of her dreams for him that all seemed so attainable when laid out for him before he went to sleep each night.

“Meng Yao, why here? Why did you come here, of all places?”

“Coming home,” Jin Guangyao mumbles deliriously, words clumsy on his tongue. “Nowhere else is home.”

“This isn’t your home either.” Nie Mingjue’s voice is harsh and ragged at the edges, distinctly frayed. Jin Guangyao doesn’t regret the pain he’s causing his sworn brother. Nie Mingjue has hurt him plenty, after all, and this particular agony is his own making. “Not anymore.”

“I was leaving,” Jin Guangyao protests. He wants to open his eyes but he can’t find them. He turns his head away from where he thinks Nie Mingjue is sitting vigil at his bedside. “Throw me out again to die if I can’t ever call this place home again.” Jin Guangyao finally finds his eyes just in time to open them and see the wrecked expression on Nie Mingjue’s ever-so-expressive face. “One of the strokes for ‘bastard’ on my chest is the scar from the blow I took for you. My father found that funny,” he says to drive the knife in harder. He can practically feel Nie Mingjue’s ribs grinding under his hands, skin turning wet and slick with blood as he gasps for a breath through his drowning lung. Nie Mingjue watches him with wide-eyed disgust.

“I’m tired,” Jin Guangyao announces - a simple declaration that would leave him an easy target in Jinlintai. Exhaustion is for the weak. He only grows tired because his core isn’t strong enough to support the demands of his work. He’s a humiliation to the Jin name. He must work harder, longer, and smarter to avoid the shame of his birth. To avoid another trip down the long, long stairs of his father’s tower. 

Here, in Qinghe, Nie Mingjue simply watches him close his eyes and Jin Guangyao knows nothing else until morning. 

—

“Jin Guangshan is looking everywhere for you.”

Jin Guangyao grits his teeth against the panic such a declaration instantly sends rocking through him. Once, he would have been thrilled to hear that his father noticed his absence, was expending resources to find him. He’d believed it for a long time as a boy, had thought himself wanted but simply too small for someone so important to find, even with an entire army and unimaginable wealth at his disposal. 

“Da-ge keeps sending the Jin disciples away, but he won’t be able to scare them off forever,” Nie Huaisang continues as he finishes painting a branch on his fan. He blows on it for a moment to help the ink dry quicker. “So I guess it’s time to figure out if you’re staying or going, so we can know what we’re going to do.”

“That decision is entirely up to your brother.” What a fool Jin Guangyao had once been, he thinks, to have believed a man like Jin Guangshan would ever take an interest in him as anything other than a pawn, to be used and disposed of at the best and earliest opportunity.

“Eh? But-!”

“He is still the Sect Leader and commander of Bujing Shi,” Jin Guangyao continues, flat and emotionless. He already knows what the answer will be, and being upset about it will change nothing. “It’s his decision what to do with me.” My life has always belonged to him, whether I wanted to admit it or not, he doesn’t say, but it sits heavily in his chest, on the back of his tongue anyway.

“Isn’t it obvious?” Nie Mingjue barks from the doorway. Jin Guangyao barely manages not to flinch at the unexpected intrusion. “Go back home. I don’t have time to keep fighting off Jin Guangshan like this, and you’re nearly healed up anyway, it’s been a week and a half. Just go.”

Jin Guangyao can feel the blood draining from his face even as he paints on a smile and nods to show he’s heard.

Get out of my sight, he hears in the easy dismissal. Go die somewhere I won’t have to watch.

For the first time in his life, Jin Guangyao wonders if dying might actually be better in the long run. He’s asked twice to die by Nie Mingjue’s hand, and both times he’s been denied, but relief had always followed the disappointment before. He won’t ask a third time now, for the first powerful man to see his worth to be the only one with the privilege of taking it all away from him. He’ll just do as he asks and go back to his death at another’s hands.

“San-ge, no!” Nie Huaisang protests through tears. Jin Guangyao turns a sad smile on him, of the same sort he’d worn the first time he’d been forced from the Unclean Realm. It doesn’t sit right on his lips and his vision is swimming with unshed tears, and it’s a distinct relief when Nie Mingjue drags his little brother from the room.

His hands tremble as he dresses once again into the clothes he’d arrived in, set neatly aside for him after his escape attempt. He does his best to tie all his layers in such a way that the blood stains aren’t quite so obvious. He sits at the dressing table near the window and slowly braids the top sections of his hair. He twists them all together into a pile at the back of his head and has to close his eyes against his reflection in the mirror. He wishes desperately that he could go back to the days he’d spent working under Nie Mingjue, before the path he’d taken had led him so far away and yet so painfully close to everything Meng Shi had dreamt for him.

It’s no use wishing for the past. He takes a deep breath in and lowers his gaze to his hat resting in front of him on the table. Getting dressed again in his Jin gold is a methodical process, mechanical enough that he doesn’t really have to think about anything that’s coming next. It’s easier to categorize how he feels - there’s still a pull in his ribs when he raises his arms, and by the time he’d finished braiding his hair his arms had been trembling with fatigue. He still feels a little woozy if he moves too quickly, though the bedrest and regular meals have done a lot to help reduce even his usual baseline of dizziness that can strike him at odd moments.

But now, with only his seneschal’s hat left on the table in front of him, he can’t ignore it any longer. He’s going back to Jinlintai, and Jin Guangshan is going to kill him. He has plans to kill Jin Guangshan, of course - of course - but they won’t be ready for some time yet; it’ll be far too suspicious now, especially with Nie Mingjue still watching him so closely. He doesn’t want to kill Nie Mingjue, not really, but he can’t deny that it’ll be so much easier to achieve his goals once his sworn brother gives into the inevitable. Everyone knows that Nie Sect Leaders die criminally young, even in times of peace, and Nie Mingjue has not had a peaceful life. Hell, they’d met out on the front. Jin Guangyao knows that his orders from Jin Guangshan are only intended to hasten the process that’s already begun, not to murder a man who would otherwise live on well into old age.

But he doesn’t want to, and it’s taking him so long to devise a way to accomplish it that he knows Jin Guangshan suspects as much. And because he’s failed - because he’s run away, because he’s lost face for the Jin Sect, because he’s compromised Jin Guangshan’s position at the top of the world - he won’t be worth keeping. He fights down the choking desire to hide in a cupboard like a child and pray that Nie Mingjue’s anger will pass and he’ll…forget about Jin Guangyao long enough for him to just. Stay.

Jin Guangyao covers his braids with the gauze hat and gets up without taking a final glance at himself in the mirror, unwilling to see himself in his father’s uniform. He leaves without fanfare. It only takes him a moment to orient himself within the labyrinthine interior of the Unclean Realm, and another to decide which route to take to the gates.

The people he passes react to his presence in their own ways, some people hurrying on with their business after a quick glance or maybe a double take. Some stop in their tracks to watch him go. No one who sees him says a word to him, derisive or otherwise, and so he passes through the fortress that used to be his home without pausing.

“Do you know why I agreed to swear brotherhood with you?”

Nie Mingjue is standing alone in front of the closed and barred gates, the only person in the receiving courtyard that sits just inside the walls. Jin Guangyao stops a safe distance away and subtly checks for Baxia on Nie Mingjue’s back, but he seems unarmed. 

“I have been under the assumption that Er-ge insisted on it in an attempt to force us to repair our relationship.”

“I know that’s what he wants, but that’s not why I agreed.”

“Alright. Why, then?”

“I wanted to help you.”

That…is very far from anything else Jin Guangyao might have anticipated.

“Help me.” 

Nie Mingjue nods and if it were anyone else in the world Jin Guangyao would think it could be some sort of joke. A cruel one, perhaps, or a bad one, but a joke nonetheless. But Nie Mingjue’s sense of humor is buried under so many layers of duty and righteousness that it’s nearly impossible to find. There’s no way that he would be making a joke now of all times, especially not about something that seems to, weirdly, tie into his too-rigid sense of morality.

“I didn’t think it would mean this,” Nie Mingjue allows when Jin Guangyao is still too floored to even begin to try figuring out how to ask what he needs to know. “I thought it would be like…Never mind. It’s not, so it doesn’t matter. But I can still do something like what I intended much more easily if you’re here and not in Lanling.”

Something dangerous and fragile floods Jin Guangyao’s entire body with a burst of anxious energy, his hands and knees trembling with it, the cruel exhilaration of relief extended at the final hopeless moment.

“What did you intend?”

“It’s - you’ve lost your way! And I refuse to accept the idea that you’ve been lying to me the entire time I’ve known you, no one can lie so consistently, not even you. I can help bring you back.”

Jin Guangyao has to blink a few times as he tries to parse through whatever it is Nie Mingjue is too worked up to say outright. Of course with Nie Mingjue - between the two of them, specifically, with their fraught history - there’s only one thing this can truly be about. 

Damn this man and his morals! Jin Guangyao fights down a flash of anger that burns hot through his chest. Nie Mingjue doesn’t understand a single fucking thing about why he’s done the things that he’s done, he has all the privilege of rank and birth and strength on his side - he doesn’t understand, and it’s remarkably unlikely that he ever will. This is a man who can cut down massive swathes of human life on a battlefield without batting an eye, and yet Jin Guangyao kills a mere handful of men and somehow he’s the one who needs help finding the righteous path again?!

Still. Anything is better than returning to Jin Guangshan. If Nie Mingjue wants to lecture him then he can. If Nie Mingjue wants to force him to study treatises on the sanctity of human life then he will gladly do so (and take extensive notes with which to shame Nie Mingjue into admitting his own wrongdoings as well). Jin Guangyao is a man who can, if nothing else, make decisions quickly when backed into a corner, and compared with previous experiences in his life at least this time there’s at least one solution on offer that isn’t utter misery or outright dangerous.

“What are you proposing, Da-ge? By your own admission, you cannot continue lying to my father as to my whereabouts, but if my presence here is made public knowledge I can guarantee there will be consequences.”

Nie Mingjue sighs gustily and Jin Guangyao privately thinks he’s nothing much more than a warhorse. A giant, muscular, blustering thing all built and trained for killing but not much else. He has all the elegance of one as well, beautiful when at a standstill but in practice simply too much brute force to ever be completely graceful. During the war, Nie Mingjue’s favorite horse used to sigh just like that, gusty and fully-bodied, anytime someone other than Nie Mingjue attempted to saddle him. Naturally he keeps the comparison to himself.

“You have brought me nothing but trouble,” Nie Mingjue mutters just loudly enough for him to hear. Then, at a more normal volume, “Why were you leaving, before? When I found you? Did Jin Guangshan plant spies you needed to speak with?”

Jin Guangyao smiles a brittle thing through the urge to roll his eyes at Nie Mingjue’s paranoia. “Nie Huaisang said he was going to contact Er-ge about my…situation, and my presence here. I did not wish to be here when he arrives, if he arrives, as I cannot bear the thought of upsetting him. I thought perhaps if I began traveling immediately I would..be able to escape and find somewhere to hide from everyone who is looking for me.”

“And yet when you came here you weren’t worried about upsetting me?”

There’s an entire book’s worth of ways to answer that question. He could say that he knows his very existence upsets him, so what difference does it make? He could cry that Nie Mingjue hurt him first, disappointed him first, that none of this would have happened at all if he’d just tried to see things from Jin Guangyao’s perspective. He could remind him, quietly, intimately, that they’ve already seen each other at their best and at their worst, so why wouldn’t he run to Nie Mingjue when his life is on the line?

He could, but he won’t.

“No. I wasn’t.”

Nie Mingjue sighs again, long and slow through his nose, and Jin Guangyao wonders if their thoughts are on the same track. He approaches Jin Guangyao slowly, crossing the courtyard away from the closed gate, and by the time he’s in front of Jin Guangyao properly he looks…marginally calmer.

“Fine, follow me. Quickly, there’s not much time.”

Jin Guangyao doesn’t have time to respond - not that he’s sure how he would - before Nie Mingjue steps around him to stride back into the fortress proper. The corridor is quiet, but when they’re halfway down it a man steps out of one of the entrances to the throne room to intercept them.

Nie Mingjue instructs, “Gather up a team of ten of the most loyal senior cultivators and take them with you to the front gate. Tell the Jin delegation that you’re part of a search party we will send out to help them search for Jin Guangyao on the condition that they’ll leave us alone from now on no matter what they find - or don’t.”

The man - Jin Guangyao is fairly sure that he’s Nie Mingjue’s new right-hand - glances once at him half-hidden behind Nie Mingjue’s shoulder and then nods, expression unchanged.

“Wait -” Nie Mingjue turns to look down at him and Jin Guangyao meets his gaze levelly. “Give Zonghui your hat and your outer robe. He can plant them somewhere on the way to make it look like you died on the run.”

Jin Guangyao inhales sharply as the realization that this is actually happening slams home. Nie Mingjue is genuinely, truly going to lie for him. He’s going to ask his people to lie for him. He’s going to protect him. Let him come back. Despite knowing what’s waiting for him in Lanling, Jin Guangyao can’t help but find it…bittersweet. More bitter than sweet, if he’s honest. He’s done everything in his power to be worthy of his father’s favor, and all of it has come to this. Running away in fear, plotting his own (fake) death to escape his father’s vicious clutches, submitting himself to Nie Mingjue’s whims again instead of claiming the authority he deserves.

Jin Guangyao reaches up to loosen the tie of his hat with trembling fingers and finds he can’t meet either man’s eyes as he lifts the gauze free and reveals his hairstyle underneath. He ignores both of their quiet gasps as he stretches his hand out and bows ever so slightly to offer the hat to Nie Zonghui, a small part of him tearing loose and floating free when the man takes it from him without hesitation. That hat, more than anything else he can think of, is the symbol of his servitude to his father. Passing it over, relinquishing it for good, feels like it should happen at a more important moment than this, hurrying to hide so his father’s men can be led away, so he can be safe.

He unfastens the closure of his outer robe next and undoes the sash around his waist, shrugging out of the stiff golden silk to hand that over as well, the blood stains on it faint enough from being laundered that Nie Zonghui will likely have to find some way to stain it afresh to make their story plausible. His hands linger on the fabric for just a moment too long, fingers clenched in the embroidered peony on the chest placket. 

In the end, the symbol and everything it represents has brought him nothing but pain.

He releases it with a huff and steps back with another little bow, his eyes still trained on the floor.

“Leave quickly, don’t let them find anything for five days at least,” Nie Mingjue tells him after a moment of silence. “If you see Huaisang send him to my rooms, and tell him to bring a spare set of robes.”

“Yes, Zongzhu.” Nie Zonghui whisks the hat and outer robe into a qiankun pouch and then he’s off. Jin Guangyao turns to watch his retreat until he rounds the corner out of sight, Jin Guangyao’s life in his hands.

“We’ll have to change your name again,” Nie Mingjue says. He continues on in the direction they’d been going before, and Jin Guangyao follows in his wake feeling dazed and unsteady. “Do you want to go back to Meng Yao?”

“Are you intending to hide me forever? My father will see me eventually,” Jin Guangyao can’t help but protest. “There’s more to faking a death than bloodying my clothes in the wilderness and changing my name!”

“If you don’t want to be Meng Yao again I can come up with something for you,” Nie Mingjue continues as if he hadn’t heard him at all. “How about Nie Ziyao?”

Jin Guangyao stops in his tracks. 

“What?”

Nie Mingjue stops as well, sighs, turns back to him with a look of grim determination on his face as he approaches.

“I don’t trust you. I won’t. But I swore an oath of brotherhood to help you and protect you. I can’t do that if you’re dead in Jinlintai. You still wear your inner family braids-” Jin Guangyao reaches up quickly to pat at the same configuration of braids he’d worn so long ago when he’d been under Nie Mingjue’s command. He hadn’t realized even then that they were inner family braids, he’d just thought they were…tradition. “You have to stay in my sight if I’m going to help you, but I can’t have you in a visible position like you used to have because like you said, Jin Guangshan or someone else who shouldn’t see you inevitably will. So - a cousin? A second cousin? It doesn’t matter. You’ll be logged in the registers as a family member who’s come to stay here and train. The rest…we’ll figure it out. So - new name?”

Nie Mingjue doesn’t look particularly happy about the arrangement, but Jin Guangyao can also spot the stubborn set to his jaw, the determination in his eyes to follow through on this utterly insane decision he’s made. And maybe it’s because Nie Mingjue looks far less than thrilled about it that, after a moment more of thought, Jin Guangyao nods and releases some of the tension he’s been holding in his shoulders.

“Yes, alright. If you’re certain.”

Nie Mingjue just grunts in response and continues on his way down the corridor towards the next courtyard, and Jin Guangyao follows after him on numb legs. He lets Nie Huaisang bully him into a set of his robes when they arrive in Nie Mingjue’s quarters. He stares at himself in the mirror, swathed in deep Nie gray shot through with glimmering silver, and he stares at the silver beads Nie Huaisang threaded into his braids, and he can’t help but think in a small corner of his mind that it all suits him far better than Jin gold ever did.

#the untamed fanfic #Jin Guangyao #Nie Mingjue #Nie Huaisang #Nieyao #Reconciliation #canon-verse fix-it #hopeful ending

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I’ve heard mixed reviews about TUA season 3 now that it’s actually out, so I’m a bit on the fence about watching it. Would love to hear your thoughts/review on it after you finish the season :)

So it's taken a while for me to answer this because I've been watching an episode a day, so I don't know if you've started the show or not. But I'll try and give my thoughts about S3 without spoiling anything major plot wise in case you haven't started watching it.

Things I disliked;

The CGI in some of the scenes is rough and very noticeable in places, however this seems to be an issue with the earlier episodes and there is an improvement in the later ones.

The pacing is a little off in places, I felt that the first half of the show was too slow and the second half was too fast - I would have loved to have seen some of the action spread across more episodes.

Some of the loose ends in the previous seasons weren't addressed or answered in this season, and some of the scenes felt like they were just there for the sake of trying to answer past questions without actually giving it much thought (such as Five and his Commission storyline).

Related the previous two points, I felt like the plot was a little weaker than in S1 and 2, I wish that they'd really made the "foundations" of the season more solid. The best way I can describe it is that it felt more like a first draft.

The Sparrows were criminally underused and felt one-dimensional at times, which is a shame because they were interesting characters with equally interesting powers, and I thought they would have more of a presence given the amount of promo content. And maybe this was just me, but I felt like Alphonso's character was merely there to make fat jokes about.

Again, maybe it's just me but it felt like some of the Umbrellas hardly used their powers. I think it's most noticeable with Five whom in the previous seasons would blink everywhere, whereas he hardly did that this season. I don't know if this was due to the constraints of the special effects budget?

The ending was interesting, I've very torn on it because on one hand I like how everything comes together yet leaves it open for another season, but on the other hand it felt slightly like a rushed afterthought

Things I liked;

The footloose scene, enough said 💃

Having said what I did about the CGI, there are some downright beautiful scenes with wonderful cinematography in the later episodes. I feel like they really tried to do some some atmospheric shots and backdrops and it paid off.

I really enjoyed the relationships between some of the characters in this season. Luther and Viktor have some really great heartfelt scenes, and Lila and Diego make a great duo. Five and Klaus have some nice scenes too which was great because I was hoping for some. But of all of them I really liked the progress of Lila and Five's relationship from S2 to 3, you can really see that they're starting to warm up to each other.

I've seen some criticism about the music choices but I actually really liked it. The songs were softer and more subdued than past seasons which were more upbeat, which I felt really worked with the tone of the season.

Luther's character really shines this season, he's given much more screen-time and I'm glad that they decided to do so, because all of his scenes are very enjoyable to watch. I know a lot of people who were unsure of Luther have changed their minds following S3.

Viktor's and Klaus' character arc was also really good, it's great to see them more confident with both themselves and their powers.

Overall, I got the feeling that S3 was aiming to recreate the vibe that S1 had, but didn't quite manage to get there, there were so many great opportunities for certain scenes to progress and then they fell short. But on the other hand, I do think there were some really enjoyable scenes between the siblings, and it's nice for the show to delve more into the characters and the bonds between them. I also felt like it did answer a lot of questions about Reginald and his motives for the academy, so it's worth watching it to get more understanding regarding that.

TLDR: There are some pacing issues and the plot is rather shaky in places, but it's enjoyable to watch merely for the bonding scenes between the siblings. I think the main thing is to go into S3 without any expectations - I think the fandom has come up with some great ideas so S3 in reality felt a little lacklustre. But despite its shortcomings and the odd scene here and there, I really did enjoy watching it and I will probably rewatch it again. 6.5/10

#Obviously these are just my thoughts and other people will have different ones #I'm so sorry this ended up so long lmao #but I hope this helps you come to a decision! #thanks for the ask #The Umbrella Academy #idk if I should tag this as a spoiler because I've tried not to spoil anything??? #tua #tua S3 #intergalactic-bean #asks

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Memed from this post!

1: Do you prefer writing oneshots or multi-chaptered fics? -- So funny story, almost everything I write alone is a short oneshot, but I'm the one who talked Leia into breaking up our longfics into actual chapters. She used to just drop a 20k fic in a lump and bail. Then she agreed to try chapters for one fic (it was Dutybound) and suddenly discovered that having the fic broken up that way really helps her focus during edits. So we did a bunch of rewrites ahead of our already-announced posting schedule, which I would not enjoy doing again, but it made a much better story, and now I break up our draft into chapters at the beginning of editing.

2: Do you plan each chapter ahead or write as you go? -- We start with a rough concept and then write the story, usually front to back. Then we break it into chapters and revise them. No outlining. Occasionally we'll have a scene or plot trajectory we're aiming towards, especially for our longer fics.

3: Describe the creative process of writing a chapter/story. -- I think I just did. We pretty much always write in RP style, with one of us doing a little bit of setup in a Gdoc and then just tagging back and forth, discussing in Discord DMs what we want to have happen if we're not sure we're on the same page. I'll do any light fixes for typos, grammar, and POV as we go, but by and large, our first draft is written straight through clean, like how Steven King describes his process. When we're really rolling on an idea, we can get a relatively solid 50k first draft in two or three months.

4: Where do you find inspiration for new ideas? -- Everywhere! New dubs or new canon drops have been a big one. Sometimes we'll come up with a sequel to one of our own pieces. Chatting with other writers and other fans about the canon is a big one. (Not in the way some commenters in megafandoms do where they drop a comment out of nowhere like "You need to write me exactly this very long detailed plot for free". More like when you're in a group chat talking about, say, ways of shipping nonhumanoid but sapient entities and then your friend surprises you with a TARDIS/Millennium Falcon flashfic. Sometimes those ideas just grab you and don't let go till you write them.)

5: Do you like constructive criticism? -- I am *very strongly* against the thing where people pop up in your comments to give unsolicited criticism, which is the usual context where I hear the phrase "constructive criticism". If I need a beta reader, I will find myself a damn beta reader. The only thing unsolicited negative comments do is make people stop writing. And let the commenter feel smug and virtuous about being a bully, I guess, which does not add to the net good of the universe.

(I, personally, at this point in my writing career, am not unconfident enough to stop writing because some idiot didn't get what I was saying -- which is how at least 99% of all unsolicited "constructive criticism" comments come across. Like the time I wrote a Yuletide sympathetic to a ditzy female character and some rando produced an absolutely massive essay on how actually female ditziness is irredeemable. I'm sure that person thought they were being "constructive" by telling me my whole fic wasn't worth writing. Luckily, the actual recipient loved it.)

A lot of other authors are a lot thinner-skinned or less confident in their writing than I am, and might actually stop if hit with "constructive criticism". Destroying someone else's creativity is an objectively evil act. Don't do it.

#well that got a bit long #might answer more of these later

[steamedteabags]

Price of the Sky

Chapter One: The King, the Queen, and the Pawn

Rough draft

Comments and constructive criticism welcome

Reddington Palace was buzzing with staff and guests alike, all preparing for the big day coming up in a few months, the day of the Courtship Ball. Despite the event still being so far away, the palace was preparing the many rituals and customs early in order to get the invitations sent out with the correct information in a timely manner.

When Prince Hazel turned eighteen, he went through the royal anointment ceremony and began the long and agonizing path to kingship. According to the laws of the Kingdom Timere, he first had to get married and choose a successor to inherit the throne upon his death or retirement until he had a child to join the line of succession. Technically speaking, the upcoming Courtship Ball was meant to be an opportunity for the prince to meet suitors so he could choose his own bride, but his mother, ever the politician, decided he was to marry the heiress of the Kingdom Vodraed, Princess Ayla Dhet. She was set to become queen in a few months when her father retired from the crown in order to be more involved in the clergy, which was very common in their kingdom.

Hazel was never a fan of the courtship tradition. He was to marry a woman in a few months that he hadn’t even met yet. The Ball was something he deeply dreaded. Truthfully, he felt quite bad for Princess Ayla. She was probably being forced into this as well and she was going to be stuck in a loveless marriage for the rest of her life, bearing children for a man who never wanted them. And of course, being an only child, Hazel couldn’t really pass the burden of ruling to anyone else.

The entire kingdom seemed to be more alive lately, which was a slap in the face to Hazel, who had never felt more depressed. As he stood staring out over the courtyard from the balcony, he felt a small gust of air come from behind him after the sound of light, fluttering wings.

Without turning around, he said, “I know you’re there.”

He felt a light smack on the top of his head and he turned to his best friend, Aidyl, who was holding out a rolled piece of parchment.

Hazel took it and read over the words before rolling his eyes. “She already made the wedding invites?”

“As the Kingdom Timere’s official Page, I’ve been instructed by the Queen to send them out the morning after the ball,” Aidyl said, leaning on the balusters next to Hazel. “I guess she’s excited.”

“Excited to control me, maybe,” Hazel scoffed.

Aidyl chuckled. “Cheer up, Haz. At least you get to leave for your Tour of the Kingdom soon. That should take a few weeks at least.”

Hazel rolled his eyes. “Not long enough. Or soon enough, frankly.”

Aidyl laughed quietly. “Not to worry, my friend. After the wedding you won’t have to come back.”

“Huh?” Hazel asked.

“Oh you know,” Aidyl said, “in Vodraed, the women don’t leave the castle after marriage.”

“Really?”

“Well, yeah. Besides the north, we’re the only patriarchy left.”

“Not for much longer with the way my father lets her run the show.”

“You’re not wrong.”

“I’m shocked my mother would lose her pawn to another kingdom.”

“I wouldn’t worry about that. Dedryr told me the queen has been having tea with Princess Ayla. She’s gonna have that poor girl wrapped around her finger in no time.”

Hazel shook his head. “She is so ridiculous.”

Aidyl turned to rest his elbows on the balusters next to Hazel. “You’ll have Dedryr as your Page once you get married and move to Vodraed,” he said. He looked at Hazel, who was still staring over the courtyard. “I’m gonna miss you.”

Hazel was taken aback by that. He had known Aidyl almost his whole life, and their friendship had always had such a laid-back atmosphere. They were always joking and laughing, much to the dismay of Hazel’s ever-serious mother and even more serious royal Counsel, Lord Averon. To hear Aidyl express such a serious tone was unusual, to say the least.

Hazel looked back at Aidyl and nervously pushed a bit of hair from his face. “I’ll miss you, too.”

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That evening, after supper, Hazel was required to attend some evening classes with tutors. Part of his kingdom’s customs involved extensive education for its rulers. Topics such as domestic law, international law, economics, civics, and Timere’s history were included in his curriculum. Only royal heirs had to take these classes. His mother was born of a noble family in another kingdom, so she had only learned to rule through experience after marrying King Eldrin, who sat back and did nothing for most of his reign.

During an exceptionally boring lesson on the structure of Timere’s government and justice system, the window opened slightly as a sparrow with a purple pendant around its neck dropped a small envelope onto the classroom’s stone floor before flying away.

While his tutor’s back was turned, and he was preoccupied by droning on about executions, Hazel snuck over to the window and picked up the envelope, then returned to his seat to open it, but he didn’t get the chance.

Suddenly, the door burst open. Lord Averon and three cavaliers, along with the two standing guard outside the room came rushing in.

“We’ve been looking all over for you,” Lord Averon said.

“Your Highness, you need to come with me right now,” the cavalier said.

Hazel looked startled. “Why? What’s going on?”

“There’s an intruder in the palace.”

#story #writers on tumblr #writeblr #writing #writers #original character #original story #price of the sky #author #fantasy

[mortalmab]

A little bit of Background

A prologue of sorts. The War of the Gods ended about 500 years ago. According to the bards, this was a war between the Gods of Sedonia and all of demon kind. The Gods had the mortal help of six Great Heroes that modern bards love telling stories about: Avir, the Thief of Time. Ember Stone-Speaker. Rikia the Way Finder/aka Rikia the Hearth Seeker. Sabar, the Keeper of Secrets. Carfax the Clear-Sighted. In all of these stories they owe deference to some great unnamed king. Imagine the Arthurian legends telling stories about all the knights of the round table but never once mention Arthur, just kind of reference a king that these knights owe fealty to.

Now imagine you found a book - something that belonged in a museum, it's so old - that gives that king a name. Tells stories about him! Even alludes to how he finally died and what happened to the most sacred artifact in your country's history. This is where Terran, a master of the Scribal Guild and our current protagonist, finds themself. Cracking open that mystery of History would make them the most famous scholar of all fucking time!

However, that path they must take to get there leads to adventuring and adventuring sometimes leads to...heroism.

In Sedonia we have a culture of Heroes and Bards. Yes there are the Great Heroes of legend, but most of the time when you hear a bard sing or tell a story, it's about a more recent hero. "Hero" is almost like its own social class and just about anybody can become one. They have a semi-symbiotic relationship with the bards of Sedonia: A hero does a thing and the bards turn it into a tavern tale which increases the hero's renown as well as the bard's reputation. Therefore it is in the bard's best interest to make the hero look as good as possible, which can lead to some glossing over of facts, changing of facts or even downright hyperbole! For the Heroes it is in their best interest to treat the bards well and never get on their bad side, because when a bard gets pissed at you they might write a 27 verse song about how you romanced a donkey and after the act was completed the donkey flung itself off a cliff because you were so bad at it. In Sedonia, a bard's word carries the weight of a herald so whatever they say happened will be taken as truth by the populace. This causes a lot of consternation amongst scholars like Terran who would REALLY like a little more critical thinking to be done thank you very much. Truth, people! Plus, it gives space for unsavory characters to become very well respected and beloved by the populace, no matter what they are ACTUALLY like. So some members of the party have feelings about THAT as well.

Sedonia is surrounded on all sides by tall mountain ranges. We are completely land locked. Normally we have a robust trade with our nearest neighbors, Ravinia and Neban, but recently that trade seems to have dried up quite a bit and at the moment nobody knows why...

Any place names or character names that you recognize from other fiction or from real life will end up getting changed; it's just easier to keep up with the game if the names are the same between the game notes and the novel rough draft. I think that's about it, that's all the information we the players had going into the game and we seem to be figuring it out okay. but feel free to ask questions as the story progresses. It might get answered in the text or it might be something I don't realize needs clarification.

The game is a home brew based on the Harnmaster system rather than actual DND, so monsters, races, abilities, etc. will not be a one-for-one translation

Catch you at the next update!

#my writing #DND #Harnmaster #rough draft #queer characters #queer representation #fantasy #adventure #Heroes of Sedonia

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The Library of Tusken Lore

Compiled by Bailey aka @kotemorons

Preface

George Lucas was wrong. Yes, I know he made Star Wars but the way he went about a surprising amount of things in it was very, very wrong. He had the right idea to take inspiration for a desert-dwelling indigenous culture from another desert-dwelling indigenous culture, but aside from costuming and basic props, the rest of the initial execution of the Tusken Raiders was flat-out wrong. He did not give them a language, the way he co-opted Xhosa for Geonosians, he instead had them speak in donkey brays and whines. Combining the rich imagery of Bedouin nomads with connotatively disrespectful noises for this culture’s language really speaks on how much effort was put into creating the Tuskens. Even the name we’re first given for them, ‘Raiders’ (not to mention the incredibly offensive ‘Sand People’) implies a violent, single-faceted motivation for their entire tribe group. Anyone who’s studied nomadic or indigenous cultures from an ethical standpoint can tell you that this reductive description is just plain wrong.

The recent Mandalorian series has started to patch the wounds of bad worldbuilding Lucas left on the Tuskens. They’ve given credence to a culture that would have difficulty hearing one another or reading lips, by building a novel form of sign language, and have involved them in hero arcs (killing a Krayt Dragon and teaming up with once-enemies) rather than the villain arcs we’ve seen them in before (Shmi Skywalker’s kidnapping and death, and knocking out Luke Skywalker in the Jundland wastes). This has ignited a new interest in Tuskens, and unfortunately, has also led to the unfortunate discovery that everything canon has to say about Tuskens is wrong.

Sorry not sorry, LFL. My friends and I are hijacking Tusken lore. Deal.

This library is sorted into several parts: The Cherry-Picked Canon, The Disney Canon, and the New Fanon. I hope this resource will help you in your own worldbuilding efforts. If you’re worried about possibly creating an insensitive representation of Tuskens, going in with positive intent (that is, the intent to depict them positively) is a battle half-won. The fact that you would worry about it at all is a critical-enough eye in my book.

So let’s find out what’s right.

The Cherry-Picked Canon

I’ve collected quite a few books about Star Wars. There’s an extremely rich amount of archival work that details the most intricate facts and figures you probably didn’t even know you didn’t know. Unfortunately, most of the information in these books about Tuskens is (as mentioned above) wrong. However, there are still some edible bits I’ve found that one can stomach. The below are those h’ors d'oeuvres.

What’s In a Name? A Tusken By Any Other Would Still Kill You

Tuskens weren’t always called that. The name is derived from the second settlement on Tatooine, Fort Tusken, which was attacked by the not-yet-eponymous raiders. In the wake of this attack, the raiders were given the nickname Tuskens, and it stuck for several hundred years after. (Vitas, 525) Several books in Legends call them the Sand People or Sandpeople, but I don’t like that so we’re sticking with Tuskens. It’s entirely possible that through cultural and linguistic determinism, the Tuskens eventually adopted that name for themselves, but it’s as yet unknown what they call themselves.

The name Tatooine comes from the Jawa name for the planet, Tah doo Een e, but it’s unknown what that means. (Vitas, 1507) By this linguistic history, it’s unlikely that the Tuskens would call themselves any variation of “Tatooinian” either. Tuskens make up only 5% of the entire population of Tatooine, while humans make up 70%. (Wallace and Fry, 118)

The first appearance of the name Tuskens actually comes from the very first rough draft of Star Wars, though the name was given to a group of elite Imperial troopers sent to hunt down Deak Starkiller’s allies and family. In the second draft, they became a specialized Imperial reconnaissance team. (Vitas, 1818)

According to Wookieepedia (which you should always take with a grain of sand) Tuskens have always been on Tatooine, and have been called Sand People since at least around 4000 BBY, during the Old Republic. Another uncited source on the wiki refers to Tuskens as Ghorfa to denote an earlier sedentary phase of their culture, and before then, shared a common ancestral species with the Jawa in the Kumamgah.

Culture, Clans, and History

Most books make frequent mention of the Tuskens’ way of life being violent, rigid, and unchanged over thousands of years. For instance, clan storyteller is one of the most important, and rigorously-trained positions in the entire clan structure, and the rites to become a storyteller are even more strenuous than that of a warrior or a fighter. To make even a single mistake while reciting the stories is known to have been met with death. Tradition and culture are very important to the Tuskens, and since they have no written language, storytelling is the only means of keeping their histories in the collective memory.

While nearly every book that mentions them speaks on their intense nomadic style, Tuskens are known to come into more-populated parts of Tatooine as well, and several locations around Tatooine (including Tosche Station) have bantha hitches outside. The rumored source of the centuries-long blood war between Tuskens and human colonizers (in addition to the whole colonization thing) lies with the first usurber of the B’omarr monastery in the Western Dune Sea, known more colloquially as Jabba’s Palace. The usurper, a bandit named Alkhara, had allied himself with the Tuskens to wipe out a police garrison near the former capital of Tatooine. After the successful incursion, Alkhara butchered the Tuskens who had helped him, and tensions have been unable to be settled since.

Like most tribes and cultures, Tuskens have a few “coming of age” rituals. Many children die in the harsh conditions on Tatooine, and only the strongest reach adulthood, and only the strongest of those survive their rites of passage. While many books like to specify that the only rite of passage for Tusken adulthood is killing a krayt dragon, this isn’t true. If it were, there would be no Krayt dragons left on Tatooine, and therefore no blooded Tuskens. Instead, Tusken rites of passage involve some great feat of skill or prowess, the magnitude of which determines their station among the clan. Common rituals involve raiding settlements for trophies, ambushing stormtrooper squadrons, completing great treks unassisted by the tribe, or protecting the tribe from attack. These kinds of things are buildable on a Tusken’s honor, so the more feats under one’s belt, the greater their rank in the clan will be. (McQuarrie & Anderson, 43)

One interesting coming-of-age tale observed by Senior Anthropologist Hoole is described in full here:

A solemn ceremony was held to prepare two Tusken youths for their journey into the wilderness. They were given totems, armaments, and water. Saying no words, and showing no fear, they mounted their banthas and headed off into the wilderness. The rest of the clan watched until the youths disappeared on the horizon, then returned to their lives as if it were a normal day. Several weeks passed, and the [Tuskens] said nothing of the two youngsters who had left them. Since they were not seen as people until they passed their test, no one would acknowledge them. Then, one day, a solitary figure on a bantha appeared on the horizon. One youth had returned, carrying on his mount the armor and weapons of four Imperial stormtroopers. Raucous activity erupted among the tribe’s membership. A bonfire was lit, food was prepared, and amidst great ceremony, the storyteller added the young Tusken’s story of bravery to the tribal history. Again, no word was mentioned about the other youth who did not return. It was as if he had never existed. (Lewis & Post, 151)

It’s important that the ethics of Hoole’s ethnographic research must be called into question. Hoole is of a species which can shapeshift, and he has spent many years disguising himself as a member of the different culture groups he is studying. This violates the informed consent of the observed group, and can (and will) result in extreme violence when unmasked. His embed with the Tuskens most likely forewent a great deal of context, which Hoole could not ask about or request clarity on without sacrificing his safety. As such, this perceived disinterest in the two young Tuskens lacks any kind of emotional context or depth which the Tuskens could have explained. And people wonder why they’re so secretive.

They are also known to dance around bonfires, and wear “spirit masks” fashioned from natural materials to use in rituals. Each tribe is different, and has unique traditions they practice.

Tusken clans are made up of 20-30 individuals on average, and travel in a straight line on bantha-back to hide their numbers in the sands. They make camp in natural rock formations, or in temporary tent shelters (called urtya) built from bones, hardened wood, bantha hide, and mud. Scouting groups typically went out in groups of two or three. Some Tuskens have taken over existing encampments they’d looted from settlers, like Fort Tusken, of which they bear their names from. In the summer months on Tatooine, they often seek more semi-permanent shelters, as to better accumulate rations, food, water, and supplies in the harsher months. Tuskens protect their oases on Tatooine with a ferocity unmatched by the other inhabitants. They believe the water to be sacred, and promised to them. One canyon in particular, Gafsa, contained a rare water well, and was fiercely guarded. The translation of Gafsa in Tusken means ‘the waking place’, which most likely makes it the cradle of civilization on Tatooine.

In addition to their own species, Tuskens often travel with any number of animals, including bantha, massiffs (large dog-sized reptilian creatures), and sandbats, which they use for their venom. It’s important to note that often in desert nomadic tribes, they travel with cats in order to keep pests at bay and to keep as companions. It wouldn’t be out of the norm to see a sand-tooka or two among individual tribes.

While the entirety of Tatooine is their home, Tuskens do avoid certain places. Near Mos Espa and on the infamous porracing track, there is an astonishing natural land feature called Mushroom Mesa by the settlers. Tuskens avoid the place as if it were cursed, but nobody seems to know why. (Lund, 10) Most of the areas on Tatooine inhabited by colonizers are avoided, though there are some places, like the Sacred Pinnacle standing within the center of the Mos Espa Arena, that were once pilgrimage sites full of caves for Tuskens to perform spiritual ceremonies and promote successful hunting seasons and prosperity. They’d long been chased out by the roar of podracer engines and tourists, but modern-day Tuskens regularly shoot at Podracers during competitions to avenge their ancestors, another coming-of-age ritual often achieved during the Boonta Eve Classic. (Lund, 14)

Another holy site for Tuskens is located in the Jundland Wastes. Ninety meters high and formed by ancient drainage channels, the B’Thazoshe Bridge (translated to “bantha horn turned to stone”) is the largest natural bridge on tatooine, and is considered a sacred site to Tuskens. It also marks the boundary of the Tuskens’ ancient hunting territory. Like allied sloops-of-war, Tuskens would let off rounds of blast fire before passing through in order to purge ill intent from their souls. To not do so would bring bad luck on the tribe. (Beecroft, 14)

From early childhood, the Tuskens wrap their faces and bodies in rags, cloth, and other protective gear, to ensure survival in the harsh Tatooine deserts. They see through eye filters which protrude from their faces, and wear masks to filter sand particles. Some books mention an almost religious adherence to keeping their faces and bodies covered, only revealing their appearances to their spouse in the privacy of their tent once they are wed.

Their relationships to their bantha are just as sacred as one’s relationship to their spiritual leaders. Younger banthas are cared for by Tusken children (known as Uli-ah), but upon reaching maturity, one Tusken and one bantha will be teamed together, and the emotional bond between the pair is difficult to endure separation from one another. Their bonds are so intertwined, that upon the other’s death, the remaining soul will fly into a rage, taking out any poor creature in its grief. Some Tuskens, upon the death of their bantha, will strike out into the desert alone on a vision quest, and if the bantha spirit wants that Tusken to join them in the afterlife, the Tusken will die. If not, another bantha will join that Tusken and allow them to continue living, and return to the tribe, reborn. Luckily, the lifespan of a bantha is around 80-100 years. Their horns grow at the rate of about a knob a year, and can go without food or water for several weeks, makingem well-suited to life on Tatooine. Bantha are also matriarchal, and wild banthas are led by a dominant female. (Hidalgo, 24)

The language of the Tuskens is made mostly of chants and gestures, dissimilar to any known language so far. More about the Tusken sign language will be in the Disney Canon section. Historically, Tusken names begin with one of three letters (in our alphabet): A’ (like A’Sharad, and A’Yuqw) for men, R’ for women, and U’ for unisex or nonbinary names. K’ can also mean daughter of, and A’ can mean son of. Some sources say Tuskens also know rudimentary knowledge of Huttese and Jawaese, as they came into contact with these languages quite frequently. Some protocol droids could be equipped with a Tusken language pack, allowing them to speak and translate the Tusken language.

Tools, Tech, and Weapons

Tuskens seem to favor two types of weapons: gaderffii, or gaffi sticks, and projectile hunting rifles also known as slugthrowers. Some books mention that Tuskens build both by hand, and are reinforced by rare tractl wood only found in hidden Tusken oases. Because of the sturdiness of these Tusken rifles, they can also be used as melee weapons, though the gaderffii seems to be the favored weapon there. (Blackman, Weapons and Technology, 47)

The gaderffii is the most visible symbol of the Tuskens, as it’s the traditional weapon for every tribe. They’re short polearms, with one edge sporting a double- or triple-edged axe and spearing blade, and the other end bearing a weighted club and stabbing blade. This combination gives Tuskens the ability to initiate nearly any type of attack. The spearing blade (axe end) is used to fend off large predators or to attack from a bantha at full charge. The stabbing blade (club end) is used to carve into rock to denote territory, or, as shown in The Mandalorian (S2E01: The Marshall), as a bantha toothpick. Gotta keep those teeth clean. The axe is capable of decapitation or limb severing, as well as cutting into thick tree trunks and foliage. The club can be used to stun prey, knock victims to the ground, or crush stormtrooper plastoid armor into a billion pieces. Some Tuskens dip the bladed edges in sandbat venom to increase this weapon’s lethality. (Blackman, Weapons and Technology, 73)

The crafting of a gaderffii can be made from practically anything, like most bladed weapons over history. They can be made from scavenged durasteel, krayt dragon bones or horns, solid tractl wood, or anything else found in the Tatooine wastelands. Nomadic tribes don’t often have access to armories and weapons shops, so they have to make do with what’s available. They are used not only for acts of violence, but in everyday settings as well: grinding and digging up food, cracking open hubba gourds, and even in the intimidation displays to determine clan ranking. Typically, Tusken chieftains carry the largest gaderffii in the tribe. (Blackman, Weapons and Technology, 73)

Some books mention a “Tusken aversion to technology” but it seems rather misinterpreted: not many nomad groups would want anything to do with delicate circuitry that may get ruined by sands. Even now, Bedouin tribes and other Northern Sahara tribes find Nokia phones reliable, though they’re quite anachronistic by “modern” society. (McQuarrie & Anderson, 21) Their lack of a reliance on moisture farming machines like vaporators means that they closely and fiercely guard the oases in the Dune Sea and beyond.

Tuskens do not often use landspeeders, speederbikes, or swoop bikes for that reason. A lack of reliable fuel and an inability to keep sand out of the machinery makes them more of a hassle than a luxury. Instead, they rely on banthas, great furry and horned creatures the Tuskens have domesticated over thousands of years. It’s been proven incredibly difficult for anybody but the Tuskens to try to train them, as the secrets for bantha-rearing are as closely guarded as the locations of their sacred oases. (McQuarrie & Anderson, 29)

Some books mention that the Tuskens could have simply commandeered one of the sturdy Jawa sandcrawlers, great rolling fortresses run by the diminutive native species. The issue here is that while the Jawas are all-around smaller than the average human, Tuskens are just the opposite. Their species (unspecified) is anywhere from a half-foot to a foot-and-a-half taller than most humans. Banthas have no overhead to bonk their heads on, so banthas will do. Sandcrawlers had at one point been ore-hauling vehicles, but the near-total takeover by the Jawas and the further renovations they’d done to the insides made them near-inhospitable for anybody taller than four feet.

Notable Tuskens

Sharad Hett

One of the few humans ever to willingly join the Tuskens, his place among them won through great combat prowess. Hett was a former Jedi Knight who exiled himself on Tatooine after the destruction of his homeworld. He rose to be a clan leader and was eventually killed in an altercation during Gardulla the Hutt’s attempt to overthrow Jabba’s reign. (Ryder, Ultimate Visual Guide, 27) He had a wife, K’Sheek, a human woman who had been adopted into Tusken culture when she was a girl. His son, A’Sharad Hett, was also raised Tusken.

A’Sharad Hett

Son of former Jedi Knight Sharad Hett, he was raised on Tatooine until his father’s death, where he was brought to Coruscant by Jedi Master Ki-Adi-Mundi. He stayed true to both his Tusken upbringing as well as his Jedi training throughout his life. Decades after his father’s death, he would eventually fall to the dark side and become Darth Krayt, named for the krayt dragon on his homeworld.

The Disney Canon

When Disney acquired the rights to all Lucasfilm properties, including Star Wars, it was met with a lot of skepticism. Five movies, a final season of the Clone Wars, and Star Wars: Rebels later, we still haven’t heard more about the Tuskens. Cool. But then, as the flagship series on their new streaming service, Disney+, The Mandalorian opened a new door to as-yet-unexplored Star Wars lore far away from any Skywalkers or Jedi. It was an incredible surprise that the protagonist not only visited Tatooine, but was able to communicate with both native species (Jawa and Tuskens) in two different episodes! He offered no personal judgment on the Tuskens, didn’t even call them Sand People, like his conniving counterpart, Toro Calican. He negotiated calmly and respected their ways, and they respected his life.

It was bittersweet knowing we were seeing probably the end of our glimpse of Tuskens again on the show, but SURPRISE! More Tuskens in the Season 2 premiere! Not only that, they were seen as heroes, and were a vital part to the protagonist’s victory over the krayt dragon. With a little positive attention back on the Tuskens, fan interest exploded over it.

TSL

In addition to formulating an entirely new form of sign language with the hiring of an actual Deaf actor, Troy Kotsur. In fact, his involvement with the series goes all the way back to Season 1, and Kotsur played the Tusken who signed back and forth with the Mandalorian in negotiations for passage through the Dune Sea. Known lovingly as TSL (Tusken Sign Language), a very active Facebook group devoted to learning the language sprung up in November 2020.

Disclaimer: I do not know ASL or any other sign language, but I’m going to try and attempt to describe what the language looks like, and how communication works between Tuskens.

Kotsur makes mention of the development for the language NOT being like ASL, but the sign for “Mandalorian” is based on the helmet and letter-sign for M. In practice, you hold the three middle fingers of your right hand (index, middle, and ring) straight out, while linking your pinky and thumb together. Then, you make a motion from right to left across your eyeline with the sign, and then down the center of your face, top to bottom, like you’re tracing a Mandalorian helmet visor.

Here is a post that seems to be approved of in the TSL Facebook group:

The above post has not been confirmed by TSL creator Troy Kotsur, though he is a member of the group. I’ll update this with other info as it comes up.

Boba Fett… Tusken?

With the hint at the end of Mandalorian Chapter 5: The Gunslinger implying that Boba Fett had made it out of the Sarlacc, speculation rose and rose. At the end of Chapter 9: The Marshall, however, we got confirmation: Boba is back… and apparently shopped at the same place the Tuskens did. He was pictured against the binary sunset, wearing black robes in a similar style to that of the Tuskens, and bearing a long-barreled rifle and gaderffii, just like the Tuskens we’d seen helping Mos Pelgo against the Krayt Dragon. When he again showed up in Chapter 14: The Tragedy, we got to see him use the business end of both weapons against a legion of stormtroopers.

Many questions about Boba Fett’s revenant return were left unanswered, and had no sign of being resolved anytime soon. The show couldn’t have possibly gone back to Tatooine a third time, right?

Wrong, of course. The post-credits sneak preview of Boba Fett and his new associate, the undead Fennec Shand, swooping in to take over Jabba’s Palace. The Book of Boba Fett is set to release on Disney+ in December, and hopefully we’ll see just how the quiet bounty hunter came by those robes and weapons. More speculation in the Fanon section, though.

Obi-wan Kenobi

Another Disney+ mini-series being released in early 2022, this show is rumored to take place entirely on Tatooine, and as a result, we may get more canon lore on the way!

The New Fanon

Obviously since there are some gaps in the story, there’s a natural inclination to lean into fanworks. Here are some fanworks that do an excellent job characterizing Tuskens from fanfic writers.

moments before the wind - kotemorons (Rating: Mature)

Had to plug my own fic in here. Tuskens are in named tribes that know of one another, and there is a spiritual leader named the Eater who exorcises darkness from certain Tusken souls. Din Djarin, the Mandalorian, and Boba Fett, both spent a significant amount of time with the Tuskens and are fully-blooded in their cultures, and share in that cultural common ground.

Atin’tuur - kyberpistol (Rating: Teen and Up) @kyberpistol

Boba Fett is taken in by a clan of Tuskens, and is healed after the sarlacc. He meets another clone who had deserted from the war, and had joined the Tusken tribe. Excellent characterization of Tusken medicine and care. Just because a culture is nomadic and averse to technology doesn’t mean they can’t still provide medical care.

a simple thing - iridan (Rating: Explicit) @ryehouses

This is a kinky BobaDin fic, and it has amazing Tusken lore baked into it. The author’s notes on their crafting of Tusken imagery is very well-researched, and a delight. There aren’t many purely-lore chapters, but it’s a great read.

A Wandered Man, Call Me Sand - Johayc (Rating: Teen and Up) (I don't know if they have a Tumblr!)

Din Djarin and Grogu seek shelter after the opening events of The Mandalorian Chapter 10: The Passenger. Embedded with a Tusken group, he befriends and learns more about them, and their similarities to his own culture.

The Theory of Harmony - robotboy (Rating: Explicit) @r0b0tb0y

Deaf Din Djarin has spent time with the Tuskens, and learned their signs. This fic uses Auslan (Australian Sign Language) but does an excellent job at explaining reasons behind using signs that work extremely well with canon’s non-explanations.

If you know of another fic that deserves to be on here, please let me know!

Bibliography of Disappointments

Beecroft, Simon. Inside the Worlds of Star Wars: Episode II: Attack of the Clones. DK Books. 2003.

Blackman, W. Haden. Star Wars: The New Essential Guide to Weapons & Technology. Del Rey Books. 2004.

Hidalgo, Pablo. Star Wars Character Encyclopedia. DK Books. 2016.

Lewis, Ann Margaret & Post, R.K. Star Wars: The Essential Guide to Alien Species. Del Rey Books. 2001.

Lund, Kristen. Inside the Worlds of Star Wars: Episode I: The Phantom Menace. DK Books. 2000.

McQuarrie, Ralph & Anderson, Kevin J. The Illustrated Star Wars. Bantam Books. 1997.

Reynolds, David West. Star Wars: Attack of the Clones: The Visual Dictionary. DK Books. 2002.

Ryder, Windham. Star Wars: The Ultimate Visual Guide. DK Books. 2005.

Vitas, Bob. The Completely Unofficial Star Wars Encyclopedia v2.03. Unknown Publisher. 2000.

Wallace, Daniel & Fry, Jason. Star Wars: The Essential Atlas.

A Final Note

Tuskens are obviously a rich and underdeveloped part of Star Wars Culture, despite them being there from the start, back in 1977. I’m not going to tell you to stick to canon like glue (I’d be a hypocrite) but I do encourage you to find inspiration from other existing nomadic cultures, and indigenous desert tribes. You’ll learn something amazing, I promise. When making your own interpretations of Tuskens, ask yourself if it’s at all a stereotype or lazy characterization for a desert tribe. If the answer is anything but no, dig a little deeper. Thank you.

If you have anything else you would like to add to the collective lore I’ve written about here, please let me know.

Love,

Bailey

#tusken raiders #star wars lore #star wars #canon is disappointing #i have co-opted tuskens and you can't have them back george #my writing #reference

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boys like you (1.0)

✿ summary : alone and left in a mansion with nothing but your canvases and the dust slowly collecting on the window sills - a commission and a call from a childhood friend completely changes your life.

✿ genre : ot7 x f!reader, poly au, hybrid au, soulmate au, deer!seokjin, black panther!yoongi, great dane!hoseok, wolf!namjoon, calico cat!jimin, tiger!taehyung, bunny!jungkook

✿ warnings : mentions of death, maybe some mentions of assault, some fluff, reader is described as small (i.e smaller than jimin), slight age gap (reader is younger than jungkook)

✿ word count : 2.2K

✿ author’s note : i am inexperienced in hybrid aus, smut, and series so pls bare with me (not proofread yet)

✿ series masterlist! | 2.0

making yourself buckle down and work on the piece in front of you had proven to be more of a task than you had originally anticipated. the wide expanse of blank canvas you had stretched yourself 3 weeks ago, mocked you from the the sun room. it was only four days before you had to deliver your piece that you had really forced yourself to pick up a paint brush and do something useful.

the endless days spent alone in the vast building you now called home was doing a number on your psyche. the sheer loneliness seemed to eat away at not only your sanity but aided to your artist’s block - it was truly a gruesome cycle. locked away in an beautiful estate that you never asked for.

not only that, but working from home and having an all but nonexistent social life in a country you only permanently moved to a year prior was a fate worse than you had imagined.

you huffed, finally setting your small brush down on the easel, stepping back to assess your final draft. despite being so unmotivated and plum out of ideas, you were still proud of what you created - you had promised yourself long ago that you’d never sell a piece you abhorred, and you’d remained true to that promise thus far.

a blaring ring ripped you out of your critical trance trained on the landscape in front of you, startling you as your heartbeat quickened in pace.

“hello?” you answered, soft voice flowing through the other end as you anticipated the response from the unknown caller.

“yah! y/n! is that you?” the voice that responded was loud and excited, the baritone of it something you could never forget. a staple soundtrack from the summers you spent with your father in south korea.

“mingi? how’d you get my number?” you asked, a genuine smile flooding your face at the sound of his familiar laugh on the other end. 

of course, the two of you had stayed in brief contact since meeting as children. but as you grew, you saw less of each other. three years ago he and his boyfriend, yunho, had successfully started their own rehabilitation and adoption center for hybrids. the first year was hard, but the business quickly gained popularity and as the creator - he’d been exceptionally busy since her permanent move to south korea. they had two permanent doctors on staff, kim hongjoong and park seonghwa, along with a 24 hour staff. the workers were really exceptional, but you had only ever met their core group when the business first started. which included: choi san, jung wooyoung, choi jongho, kang yeosang, the two doctors, and of course the two owners.

“you were commissioned by a friend of mine! which is actually why i wanted to reach out.” he answered happily as your breathing evened and heartbeat finally settled.

“it’s good to hear from you, really. what can i do for you?” you asked sweetly, and mingi only briefly thought about teasing you for your soft tone and giving nature.

“would you be able to come to the adoption wing today? i’m working here all day as we’ve some new hybrids ready to find a new home. maybe in about an hour? you could join me on my rounds and we could talk. i’d like to see you, anyways. i’ve missed you.” mingi spoke professionally, but his admission made tears prick at your eyes. he almost sounded like the sixteen year old boy who had stolen your first kiss when visiting your father that summer and the memory of when things were simpler stung in your chest. your cheeks flushed. mingi smiled at your silence, knowing he had flustered his best childhood friend. you narrowed your eyes briefly, as he had tried to convince you many times in the past to adopt a hybrid of your own - but you had declined, not entirely convinced that you could provide an exceptional life for another being. because even though your knowledge on hybrids wasn't nearly as advanced as mingi’s, you still knew the basics. they weren't just animals, they were human. and there was no guarantee there. there never was with humans. you hesitate.

“y-yes. i can come by, i’ve just got to swing by and deliver my painting beforehand.” you answered as you both agreed on the meeting the time. “oh, and mingi? i’ve missed you, too.” you said genuinely as he broke into a toothy smile. it had been ages since he’d seen you, and though he knew he could blame it on his work - he didn’t know how to face you after the death of your father. he couldn’t bring himself to be there for you, to see you so broken, and he had blamed himself for that everyday. it was a relief to hear you say it. you had always been so forgiving, sometimes to a fault.

after bidding your goodbyes to the tall boy on the other side of the phone, you quickly changed clothes into something not completely ruined by the muted pigments of your paint, loaded up in your small suv, and you were off.

the delivery of your piece went smoothly, no heckling or disapproving gazes from the wealthy couple, which made your trip to TWILIGHT that much faster. you pushed open the double doors connected to the building in the right wing, clearly labeled ADOPTION. 

the smell of roses and lavender was strong in the reception area, the scent was welcoming and calming as you walked up to the front desk. 

“y/n!” the dark haired boy behind the computer called, finally rolling away from behind the screen. kang yeosang. “it’s so good to see you!” he exclaimed, eyes scanning your face as he made his way around the counter and pulled you into a soft embrace.

“likewise, yeo! it’s been a while hasn't it?” you ask rhetorically as you stare up at his daunting height.

“mmm” he hummed with a nod, releasing you. “i'll let mingi know you’re here.” he called, returning to his place behind the sleek desk, paging mingi, and then proceeding to catch up with you.

the small conversation didn’t last long before a pair of heavy footsteps drug your gaze to the wide staircase, mingi barreling down them.

you braced yourself as the giant scooped you up into a bone crushing embrace, spinning your small frame around in a circle as he let out a happy laugh. your arms snaked around the man’s neck to secure your place and return the hug.

you giggled happily as mingi finally set you down in your original place, looking down at you excitedly. had he gotten taller? impossible. maybe you had shrunk?

after an exchange of excited greetings, mingi gestured to his clipboard before finally asking, “you ready?”

you nodded softly and followed close behind as he guided you down the halls of the adoption center. he gave you the rundown of their center, showing you the wide expanse of spotless rooms sealed in by plexiglass to show the hybrids ready to be rescued. he explained that most hybrids were separated by predator, prey, species, breed, etc. but many were grouped together with their respective packs. the rooms were quite lavish, but not very homey. but what could you expect from an adoption clinic? the point was to find homes.

you passed many show exhibits, watching intently at the small dogs or tall humans sitting in the rooms patiently, playing with one another or napping quietly. you cooed at a few.

“so i asked to see you because i’d love to have your art displayed in our business.” he propositioned, leading you into an empty room as the automatic doors opened and shut behind you. you nodded, heart lurching a bit as you recalled your artist’s block. you shook the thought away as you observed the room. it was large, littered with scattered pieces of nice furniture and random toys. “ideally, i’d love to have your pieces throughout the whole establishment but this is my main concern.” he finished, gesturing to the empty space on the large wall, the one you’re faced with when first entering.

“are you wanting a mural?” you ask, voice now stable and a bit louder. 

“i'd like the piece to cover the majority of the wall, but i’d rather have it on canvas if that’s doable. in case it needs to be moved.” he explained as you nodded, taking in rough measurements of the space as mingi explained his vision for the space - effectively helping you circulate a few ideas on what you could create. you accepted his offer as he discussed payment and supplies with you, adding in an extra cost at the large measurement of the canvas you’d need custom made.

the air in the room grew a bit thick at the sound of a small beep, alerting the two of you to another door opening. your skin was now a bit hot and you suddenly became very aware of your surroundings. your fingers tingled a bit. usually a foreign feeling such as the one you were experiencing would send you into a panic, but it didn’t. if anything you felt quite calm as you looked on inquisitively at the distant thump coming toward the two of you.

“ah, it’s look like some of our hybrids are finished with their check ups.” mingi announced as you nodded lazily. he turned to you. “we usually send them into the lounge area for about an hour after routine check ups. helps them calm down.”

suddenly, you could pay no mind to mingi’s words as a black bunny rounded the corner, back foot slapping the tile exceptionally hard every so often as you smiled down at the creature happily. it stopped in it’s tracks as it’s gaze landed upon you, rearing up on it’s back legs, and tilting it’s head innocently as it examined you. 

you knelt down to greet him, the bunny immediately approaching you and sniffing your hand before accepting you and nuzzling into you closer. mingi was taken aback as he observed the usually reserved and nervous rabbit.

“hello.” you cooed, stroking the bunny effortlessly, careful to avoid his ears and tail, briefly recalling how sensitive they could be. “what’s your name?” you asked as mingi coughed.

“this is jeongguk, he’s one of our younger hyrbrids. the youngest in his pack.” he told you as you picked the bunny up and set him into your small lap. mingi almost gasped at the interaction between you and the rabbit as you pet him happily.

your trance was interrupted at the light purr and brush of a small calico next to you. you instinctively reach out to pet him, as he rubbed into your hand. “and who might you be?”

“this is jimin, the two are in a pack.” mingi attempted to explain, trying to understand the absence of jimin’s usually protective behavior and unable to tell you the full story before you asked him something he was not expecting.

“and they’re ready to be adopted?” you asked softly, not even looking up at mingi as he stuttered. the idea of adopting a hybrid didn’t seem so far-fetched now at how taken you were with the two animals in your lap. you could handle the bunny and cat, without a doubt.

“y-yes but we only adopt out entire packs together and -”

“of course, i wouldn’t dream of separating them. is there anyway i could meet them properly, as soon as i possible i think -” you interrupt. starting to gush a bit, voice hushed and excitable.

mingi cut you off, “no, y/n. you aren’t listening. they aren’t just a pack of two.” he sighed, as your gaze finally met his. “in fact they aren’t just bunny and calico, they’re pack also includes that of a wolf, black panther, deer, great dane, and tiger... their pack has been hard to adopt out as it’s so rare for such a large mix of predators and prey... but they found each other and experienced a lot together... it was only inevitable. and we can’t separate them, we refuse to. and they won’t leave one another.” he finally finished explaining as your expression fell. you let out a breath. seven hybrids. all male. and three apex predators, at that. the thought of suddenly thrusting seven knew faces - seven new men - into your home was intimidating to say the least.

you looked down at the two animals in your lap, the bunny almost looked cresfallen. gauging your reaction as his big brown eyes stared at you expectantly. as if he knew you’d reject him. mingi continued rambling on about how many adopters had expressed interest in at least one of the pack but were never willing to bring in all seven. it hurt your heart as you watched on the bunny and calico.

the estate your father had left you was empty, though. begging to be occupied. you had more than enough room and were blessed with an untouched inheritance. maybe this is what you should use it for. you had always felt too guilty to spend it. but nothing seemed more right, which was a shocking realization to someone who never thought they’d adobt a hybrid.

“could i meet them? the seven of them? i’d at least want to give them a chance... truthfully, i dont think i can leave them behind.” you admitted softly, the bunny and cat both perked up, ears raised and twitching.

“of course. i can arrange a meeting and speak with them tonight... i’ll gather their files for you to take home tonight. can you make it back in again tomorrow?” mingi asked after a deafening pause of hesitation, mouth hanging agape before coming back into reality.

“i’ll be here.”

#bts fluff #bts #bts fanfic #hybrid #hybrid au #smut #bts smut #soulmate au #poly #poly bts #poly au #ot7 #bts ot7 #ot7 bts #bts drabble #bts imagines #bts icons #hybrid bts

[bittersweetmorality]

— chuuya boyfriend headcannons (sfw & nsfw)+ drabble

☾ genre: SFW and NSFW Headcannons (NSFW section is marked-- 18+)

☾ pairing: Nakahara Chuuya x GN!reader (reader is given the name ‘mommy’ in the drabble)

☾ warnings: none for the SFW– general smut for the NSFW ??

☾ w/c: 1,978 words

☾ a/n: hey lol :D as a certified chuuya fucker, i just had to.  i literally have like three other chuuya drafts that i’m currently working on.  hopefully they turn out like i want and i can post them bc :| the chuuya tag is starving.  anyway i hope i can populate it just a tad.  thanks for reading bugs !

— SFW 

lemme start off by saying that he will treat yo ass RIGHT.  ON MY MOMMA.

not to bring his trauma into this already but :| my man has major abandonment issues.  he will not do anything to jeopardize your relationship, and he honestly just values your happiness above anything else

you just know how much he cares about the fellow members of the mafia– even though they don’t requite the same amount of love that he gives them, he still loves them wholeheartedly

even dazai

little shit

his love language is definitely touch and gift-giving.  no i don’t accept criticism because i’m right

you’re telling me he wouldn’t absolutely spoil you with expensive gifts ?? mans is a mafia executive– he’s making hella bank, and he is spending it all on you

he’s also definitely a pretty clingy significant other, but good luck trying to get him to admit that :|

his life is… well… yaknow

there’s always a lot going on there..... he’s stresst

he wants nothing more than to just hold you in his arms after a long day-- especially if he just came back from a hard day at work

times like this are when he’s most clingy-- he feels like he almost lost you, and now he never wants to let you go

many, many times he’s fallen asleep like this; you’re basically suffocating in his grip as his eyelids flutter closed, either on the couch or your bed

but of course you’re not going to complain

and he’s so glad you don’t

he’s also the type to almost never explicitly say that he loves you at first, it’s simply not something that comes naturally to him

instead he indulges in his love languages profusely, and he just hopes you get the message

he’s also afraid that you’ll leave him if he says something like that, so for a long time he doesn’t :(

so when you come home to a bottle of expensive wine wrapped in an exquisite red ribbon, you know he just wants to tell you how much he loves you

eventually, of course he’s comfortable with you enough to say it, and it comes completely natural

and since he’s such a romantic, he says it every morning when you wake up, and before you go to bed without fail

he’s definitely the type to show you off too

like, as he’s having a conversation with someone, he’ll suddenly get really loud when talking about you so everyone within a three-mile radius can hear

“well, you see i would go out drinking with you tonight, but i actually have a date.  with my partner.  you know them, right?  here’s a picture i took of them a few days ago, just look a-”

also: biggest hype man

you could open a jar of jam and he’d be like “holy shit, you go babe”

nakahara chuuya kiss me rn challenge

anyway, basically he’ll love and support you no matter what

like truly you’re like a walking ray of sunshine to him

anyway !!!! DATES !!!!!!!

dates with chuuya are planned.  always.

like i SAID he’s a hopeless ROMANTIC MY GOD

he absolutely loves picking you up at your doorstep and taking you for a ride around town on his motorcycle

speaking of which, your arms wrapping around his middle and squeezing him tight as he drives the bike is literally his favorite thing in the world.  oh my god you’re going to make him melt

and i know for a fact your first kiss with him was after he dropped you off at your door when your first date was at its end

it was almost completely perfect honestly, except when your faces were just mere inches from one another, his hat bumped into your forehead and fell to the ground

baby was so embarrassed-- he went bright red and picked up his hat, basically shielding his face

he just wanted the date to be completely perfect– and it was!! until that happened

but obviously you just let out a light giggle and pulled him against you, and he quickly closed the gap between your lips

also, chuuya sleeps in

he sleeps a lot <33

that being said he loves lazy mornings

it’s well past 11, but you’re still laying in his arms– who is he to get up?? and disturb the peace??????

he will not.

also!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i can’t even emphasize this enough, but please comb your fingers through his hair

there’s a chance he might melt into a puddle on the spot and never recover but still

on the rare occasion where he’s the little spoon--

(which, speaking of which, @dazai-centric​ has a headcannon that chuuya always insists on being the big spoon no matter what, but on rare occasions he lets himself be wrapped up in your arms and THEY’RE ABSOLUTELY RIGHT.)

anyway, so on this rare occasion

where his head is basically buried in the junction between your shoulder and your neck, and you just rake your fingers through his hair softly

he dead.  dead as hell.

and ERRRRM.  kisses with him are just……… wow…………

naturally, he always wants to be the best at everything-- it’s just his personality

and kisses are no exception

he has to be the BEST

and he is

so, kisses are always so passionate and rough

okay hold on maybe this should go under the NSFW category 😐

ANYWAY!!!! 19472946/10 boyfriend

— NSFW

so rough sex is very common for y’all 😁

he likes to take his frustrations out from the day like this, and honestly you don’t complain

he definitely has a high sex drive so 😁

obviously you have an established safe-word and talk about everything before anything transpires because the LAST thing he wants is to hurt you in any way

but if you ask him to spank you he is definitely not gunna say no <3 chuuya said spanking kink

speaking of kinks

bondage xoxo

this goes both ways— he likes to tie your wrists to the headboard with rope and tie your legs down if you’re okay with it

for him, he likes his wrists cuffed to the bed

but he definitely doesn’t like all of his power stripped away by having him completely tied up

also he loves eye contact

that’s why missionary and mating press are his favorite positions <3

he likes to grab you by the jaw and make you look at him when he’s fucking you

“hey, hey, princess what did we say? if you want to cum, look me in the eyes when i fuck you, yeah?”

he loves praise and degradation equally

but if you’re degrading him don’t go too far :((

degrade slightly him while he’s on the bottom and he’s putty in your hands

now, if you praise him while he’s on top, get ready to not be able to walk for the next 3-5 business days because that’ll feed his ego a LOOOT

and he’ll just get lost in the moment because he loves you....... so much

he degrades you slightly, but only during foreplay

he calls you his little slut, or his whore

“aw, so wet for me and we’re barely getting started, doll.  such a little whore, aren’t you?”

when you actually get into it, it’s all praise from him

he wants you to know how important you are to him, how good you feel and just everything on his mind

he loses his filter in the moment awn god

“so fucking perfect, i only want you.  you’re mine.  god, you feel so fucking good.”

he loves to hear you too-- it really feeds his ego

but sometimes if he’s really had a rough day, he’ll make you gag on his finger or wrap his hand around your neck

he doesn’t squeeze too hard nor genuinely make you gag, he just likes the way your eyes are barely able to meet his because he’s making you feel so good

but ANYWAY pet names are a MUST with him

he calls you doll, sweetheart, princess, baby, dove, doll

basically every sweet name under the sun during sex

he likes you to call him sir 😁

this man has no shame when it comes to noise

like absolutely none

since he’s possessive, he wants people to know he’s fucking you, and how good he feels because of you

no one else can make him feel that way and he wants everyone to know

so he’s LOOOUUUDD,,,, especially in your ear

he likes leaning down and moaning in your ear, just to get a reaction out of you

he makes fun of you for it later on, and you have his full permission to smack that smug little smirk off his face

but the amount of times you had to stop mid-way because y’all got knocks on your door from your neighbours 😐 they’re so sick of y’all

on average, you have sex at least 4 times a week

that’s not including quickies tho

did i mention that chuuya loves quickies <3

especially when it’s in his office and he fucks you on his desk

and because he doesn’t care who hears him-- you bet your ass the entire Port Mafia has heard you

he likes to go down on you for quickies more than actual sex, and he will respectfully never decline a blowjob

because he’s a gentleman

anyway

sorry to any of y’all who have a breeding kink,,, but chuuya definitely does not

he’s so afraid of having kids

moving on

onto sub!chuuya

did somebody say SWITCH 🤨☝️

chuuya did <3

now for a long time he doesn’t really let his submissive side out because,,, it’s a really vulnerable part of him yaknow?

but after a while, and after he’s completely trusted you to take care of him like that

oh boy

bottom bitch <3

still loud as HELL

except it’s less of moaning and more of whining

he’s such a whiner

and a brat

mommy kink mommy kink mommy kink mommy kink mo

also i don’t really know how else to describe it but-- if you force him to look you in the eyes and use a stern tone

..........dead.  dead as hell.

now take this drabble as a tribute to sub!chuuya

“and why should i listen to you?  what are you gunna do?” chuuya furrowed his brows at you, as if he was challenging you.

“aw, baby,” you leaned down from your position of straddling him, caging his head between your arms.  “you still have so much to say even though your hands are handcuffed to the bed.  so bold, aren’t you?” you stroked his lower lip gently, and he whimpered lowly in response.

suddenly, you sat up, getting into a position to prepare to get up off of him completely, “but, you’re right.  what am i going to do?  i guess i’ll just leave you here for the rest of the night.  go-”

“WAIT!! NO- I-” he bit his lip to stop any more words from escaping him.

“’wait’?  is there something you wanna say, baby?” your legs trapped his once again.

“... please.”

he averted your gaze, and you reached down to grip his jaw sternly, moving his head to face you completely.

“please what?”

no answer.

“you know i can’t read your mind, baby.  you’re going to have to use your w-”

“please fuck me.” the words tumbled out of his mouth, almost too quickly to even be audible, still, your lips shifted into a gentle smile.

but you weren’t completely content with him yet.

“and what’s my name?”

“...mommy.”

“and you want mommy to fuck you, is that right?”

“...yes.  please...”

you planted a passionate kiss onto his lips, and upon breaking it, you shifted closer to his ear.

“well, i can’t say no since you asked so nicely, now can i?”

masterlist

#chuuya #chuuya x reader #chuuya smut #chuuya nakahara #nakahara chuuya #chuuya x you #chuuya scenarios #bsd imagines #bungou stray dogs #bsd #bsd smut #chuuya imagines #chuuya fluff

[svere-online]

Alright so I’ve seen a lot of negativity surrounding Russia’s entry for Eurovision this year and I think that while musically it may not be to everyone’s taste, I think the entry deserves a bit more attention other than bashing.

One, I am so glad that Manizha’s performance is not so polished as all of the entries that Russia has sent in previous years. Russia has a problem with micromanaged performances and I have honestly gotten sick of them despite how much I love Lazarev and Gagarina. I was not a huge fan of Little Big’s Uno and while it was a quirky performance (which I appreciated) it didn’t feel like an honest quirkiness. Manizha’s performance feels honest.

Two, the lyrics being in Russian is also a big deal to me. It’s an issue in other countries too with English being preferred and people’s native languages getting scored lower.

The lyrics are very meaningful. Not the English snippets I’m not a fan of those but the Russian is about the real issues that many women in Russia face. It’s a song about the misogyny that women hear not just from men but from other women in their lives that criticize their appearance, their life goals, their relationships to men or lack thereof and so much more. It mocks people who see Russian women as desirable in other countries as objects rather than people because of some myth that does not reflect the reality of their lives.

It’s about the many people that grew up without a father present in their lives which is extremely common in Russia due to societal issues and the number of men that die young working or drafted into war, and about the strength of those people and the strength of their single mothers who get left behind. It’s about not letting a “broken family” break you (from the lyrics).

So yes the song is rough, it’s aggressive, it’s messy, and it’s all over the place. It’s a song that reflects struggle and a feeling of being angry, lost, and trying to find strength. Even if it doesn’t do well I’m much happier to see this messy and vulnerable song step up to the Eurovision stage than another perfectly palatable number.

#eurovision 2021 #Eurovision #esc 2021 #esc russia #manizha