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You and I Walk a Fragile Line - Farleigh Start x F!Reader - Part 6

a/n: hey guys!! im so sorry this part has taken me so long! im currently on a trip so i havent had much time to write! but i hope this makes up for it, im super excited for yall to read this!!! also i think im going to plan for this series to have a few more chapters, probably max 9 or 10! i love it sm i really dont want it to end 😭 but anyways enjoyyy and comment what you think! and again i apologize if the smut is mid.. btw this is not proofread LMAO

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warnings: MDNI 18+, smut, fingering, oral (f!receiving), p in v, angst, language, smoking, afab reader

You’re sitting in your bed, reading a magazine, when your flip phone rings. You lean forward to pick it up from the corner of the bed, wondering who could be calling you this late. You raise your eyebrows when you see that it’s Lola. You haven’t spoken to her since school got out. Nevertheless, you answer it and put the phone up to your ear.

“Lola! Hey,” You grin. “Oh my God, I’m so glad you picked up. I’m so bored around here,” She groans, and you smile even bigger at the sound of her voice on the other end. “Around where?” You ask curiously.

“My parents’. I have to babysit my younger sister all the time. It’s exhausting, really,” She moans. “I just want to like, go to a party or something. Honestly, I would even prefer to be going to classes right now instead of this.”

“Wow. That must mean it’s really bad then, huh?” You continue flipping through the magazine, your eyes scanning through the apparently trending fashion and makeup choices at the moment.

“Yes. Ugh. You’re at Saltburn, right?” She asks. “Yeah.” You reply.

“How’s that going?” Lola questions, and you hear another voice in the background that sounds like her, only higher-pitched. “No, I’m on the phone. Go away. Shoo,”

You try not to snicker at her shooing away her little sister. “It’s…” You trail off, trying to decide the right way to describe how the summer is going so far for you. “I don’t know. Different.”

“How so?” You pause and wonder if you should tell her what’s been going on. You decide it’s probably better not to and keep some things to yourself.

“I think it’s just cause we’re growing up. I mean, we graduate in less than two years.” You shrug and reach over to grab your glass of wine. “Oh God, don’t remind me. My parents are still asking me what my plans are,” She sighs loudly.

“I can’t believe it.” You shake your head and close the magazine, uninterested in the latest celebrity drama. An idea suddenly forms in your mind.

“Hey, the Cattons are throwing one of their big summer parties in a few days. I could invite you?” You suggest. You hear Lola gasp. “Really?! I’d love to go. I’ve heard so many stories about the Saltburn parties.” She makes it sound so dramatic, and you giggle.

“And you’d get a chance to see Felix,” You grin as you hear her jumping around. “Yeah, I would! You don’t need to convince me any further. I’ll be there,” She pauses. “Wait, but they’ll let me come, right?”

“Oh, of course. They like me a lot, so I’m sure they won’t mind.” You assure her. “Okay, perfect. Thank you so much, my love. I’ll let you get some sleep. See you soon!” She squeals excitedly and you roll your eyes with a smile as she hangs up.

You set down your phone and sigh, looking around your dim room.

You haven’t been able to get Farleigh out of your mind since your little… moment two nights ago. He’s not avoiding you, but he’s not being nice either. He’s gone back to teasing you and embarrassing you in front of the Cattons. You should’ve known that if you got too close, he’d pull away and return to his old ways.

But every little glance you two share has your stomach fluttering and your heart pounding. Every insult meant to hurt or offend you has the opposite effect. In some depraved way, you like when he degrades you. The past two nights, you’ve laid awake and stared up at the ceiling, trying to relive that night when he made you feel so good. Just the thought of him had your mind reeling. You would do anything just to feel that way again. You’re hooked.

You can’t just keep wallowing in these feelings. You want to talk to him, work things out, and go back to how they used to be a week ago. More importantly, you just want to be in his presence. It gives you some kind of thrill to be around him. It’s like a game of roulette to see which version of him you’ll get each time, and you love it. You crave his attention.

You climb off of your large bed and walk determinedly to your door, opening it quietly and sneaking down the hallway. It’s quite a long walk to Farleigh’s room, but you don’t care. You pass Felix’s room, then Venetia’s. Both of their lights are out, telling you that everyone in the house is probably asleep by now. You can only hope and pray that Farleigh isn’t.

You eventually find yourself standing in front of his room. Dim light peeks through from under his door, and you sigh with relief. He’s still awake. Your decision catches up to you and you realize how stupid it is that you’re about to knock on his door. You shake your head to clear your doubt, raising your hand and gently knocking.

You hear his bed shifting and footsteps following close after. You swallow nervously, your throat suddenly feeling dry. Your heart races with anticipation as he finally opens the door.

Fuck. He’s shirtless with only a pair of sweatpants on. Your eyes trail down subconsciously before you blink and look back up to his face. Is he wearing underwear?

“Hello,” He says, his grin foxlike. “I can’t sleep. Can we talk?” You ask, your voice shaky. You curse yourself for sounding nervous. He crosses his arms and raises his eyebrows. “Talk about what?” He questions.

You pause, unsure of what to say next. What were you going to talk about? He would deny any feelings towards you, so what was the point of even coming here?

“Just let me in, please.” You step forward and avoid his gaze. He steps to the side wordlessly, opening the door further to let you into his room.

You breathe in the familiar scent of that candle he’s always burning, and the scent of his cologne. It’s musky and spicy, with notes of vanilla. You tried to memorize it everytime you were close to him. You walk over to his bed and sit down on the edge, looking up at him as he closes the door behind him.

“Can I have a cigarette?” You ask, pointing to the pack sitting on his bedside table. He nods, and you carefully take one. He hands you the lighter.

He stares down at you as you light the cigarette, taking a drag from it. He chuckles to himself and you exhale, furrowing your eyebrows. “What’s funny?”

“You always said you hated the smell. Yet here you are, asking me for a cigarette,” He replies with a scoff. “Maybe you’re just a bad influence,” You shoot back, and his smile slightly fades.

You can see his eyes traveling down your body, lingering on your thighs and your bare legs. You had outgrown these sleep shorts, but you never cared because you figured no one would see you in them. Well, there goes that.

“Are we not going to talk about the other night?” You mutter. “What’s there to talk about?” He replies, and you roll your eyes. “Are you-” You pause and let out a frustrated breath. “Are you serious?” You exclaim angrily.

“You can’t blame it on being drunk this time, Farleigh.” You tell him, and he freezes, his gaze faltering downwards.

“Can we not talk about that? Let’s just…” He sighs with exasperation and sits next to you. You turn away from him, looking out the window. You decide not to press the issue, since it’s apparently too much for him to think about right now. Honestly, you aren’t even able to fully process what’s been going on between you two.

“Let’s just… talk,” He says finally, and you face him again, exhaling a small cloud of smoke. “Okay.” You shrug. It’s what you both do best: Talking. About anything and everything, despite the strange history of your relationship. You guessed that it was because you had known each other for so long, that it just came naturally. He’s just… real. He’s never pretending or putting on a façade, at least around you he’s not. Around the Cattons, he has to, because to them he’s just the wild child, the comedic relief, the American. You feel like you are the only one that gets to see the real Farleigh, and it feels like a privilege. But you know that’s not true, and you choose to believe it anyway.

“So… Our third year at Oxford,” Farleigh says. You let out a breath and raise your eyebrows. “Can’t believe it’s already been two years,” You both smile, thinking of all the good and bad memories you’ve made so far during your years at university.

“Can I be honest?” You ask, and he nods. “I’m scared.” You say simply. His eyebrows knit together. “Of what?” He replies. “Graduating. You know, I’ll probably go to graduate school or something, but I need to start making my own money. Get a job. Do adult things,” You sigh just at the thought of all the responsibilities. “I can’t be on a scholarship forever. Or have my parents pay forever,” You continue, shaking your head. “I’m putting them through enough as it is.”

Farleigh nods again with a look of understanding. “I might go back to the states. See my mom, maybe stay there for a while.” He says. You can’t help but feel a little sad at the thought of him being away for so long. You hate to admit it, but you would miss him.

“But we don’t have to worry about that right now. You’re too uptight. Let yourself have fun,” He nudges you softly. “I’m trying,” You mutter. “Well, you’re smoking. That’s one step closer,” He laughs a bit and you roll your eyes.

It goes quiet and you stare down into your lap. You can feel his eyes on you, and your heart begins to race with anticipation. That familiar tension returns in the air between you and Farleigh.

You look up slightly, his eyes meeting with yours. Your stomach churns as you look down to see his hand inching towards your thigh, eventually resting on top of it. “I know why you came here,” He says, his voice lowered.

You look back up to him. “What?” You whisper. “Don’t play dumb,” He shakes his head. “I’m not.” You reply, trying hard not to break the intense eye contact.

You gulp nervously and finally look away, your face giving you away and burning red. “Hmm,” He hums, his thumb brushing across your thigh. You try to distract yourself by pressing the cigarette out on the ashtray on his bedside table, watching the little flame burn out.

He gently reaches up and grabs your chin, tilting your head back towards him. He drags his thumb down your bottom lip as you stare into his eyes. He grins slightly before moving his hand to cup your cheek, leaning in closer until your noses brush together. You know you shouldn’t be doing this. You know Farleigh is emotionally unavailable and toxic, and he won’t ever discuss his feelings or yours. But you can’t help but melt into the kiss, his touch, his aura. It’s like he’s magnetic, pulling you in everytime you try to pull away.

Somehow, every single time he kisses you, it’s better than the first time. Your tongues intertwine as your lips move in a perfect rhythm while both of you fall back onto his bed clumsily. One of his hands tangles in your hair, and the one that was resting on your leg moves up to rest on your waist, his fingers caressing your bare skin due to your tank top riding up. He eventually shifts his position so that he’s on top of you, and you turn to lay on your back underneath him.

His kisses begin to move down to your jawline, then your neck. He sucks and licks your skin so cruelly, but you don’t want him to stop. You breathe in the scent of his hair, his curls tickling your face, and you can already feel yourself becoming weak again.

You feel his hands start to trail down your body, resting on your hips, as he moves down the bed and you peer down to see him looking up at you from between your legs. Feverish heat burns across your skin just at the sight of it.

“Wait, wait. I’ve never-“ You start, suddenly feeling nervous. “It’s okay,” Farleigh replies, his eyes soft and warm as he gazes up at you. “Just relax,” He murmurs, gently pulling down your shorts and panties at the same time, shuffling them off your legs.

Just relax, you think. Easier said than done. You’ve pictured this moment so many times in the past few days, and you can’t believe it’s becoming reality.

And of all the times you’ve fantasized about this, none of them could ever do Farleigh’s beauty justice. His dark eyes are shining with something of lust and hunger, his plush lips slightly parted and his shoulders broad and golden. His curly hair is only slightly wet from his shower earlier, yet still perfectly coiled.

He looks up at you, trying to convey something through his gaze. “So pretty,” He mutters, tracing a finger along your thigh. Your breath catches in your throat and you feel your stomach fluttering already.

He lifts your legs up and places them over his shoulders. Your heart pounds in anticipation and you can hear yourself breathing among the silence.

Farleigh leans down and presses a few kisses along your inner thigh, and you don’t know how much longer you can stand his teasing. You watch him gaze up at you through his lashes as he dips a finger into your wetness and you see the smirk that tugs at his lips. He raises his eyebrows at you and your face turns red. “Stop,” You cover your face with both hands, your stomach doing flips. You can’t handle how perfect he looks right now, even as he teases you for how soaked you are already.

“Hey, look at me,” He says, his deep voice vibrating against your skin. You let your hands fall back to your sides, smiling shyly. His expression turns more serious as he furrows his brows, slipping his finger inside of you. He moans before you even can, his head falling against your thigh.

That familiar stretch around his finger has your mind reeling as you throw your head back. He pulls it out and you whimper at the loss, until you feel his middle and ring finger on your clit. Your hands instinctively move to grasp the sheets as he strokes your bundle of nerves perfectly, letting your head fall back down to watch him. He continues to maintain eye contact and it makes you so weak.

Your brain almost turns to mush as you see him leaning down, his head buried between your legs. A moan louder than you intended leaves your mouth as you feel his tongue greedily licking a stripe up your pussy.

“Shit,” You huff, your chest heaving up and down. No one had ever given you head before, until now, so you didn’t really understand your girlfriends when they would tell you how amazing it felt. But now, you completely get it. His tongue moves in long, slow strokes and his pretty nose nudges perfectly against your clit.

He barely lifts his head so he can stare up at you to watch your reaction. You grind up against his face, your hand reaching down to grab a handful of his curls. He groans at the feeling before inserting a finger again, moving at the perfect pace along with his tongue. The combination is enough to make your legs shake. The lewd sounds of him lapping up your cum and both of your wanton moans echo throughout his room.

“Farleigh!” You almost scream his name before letting out a long, drawn out moan. He glances up at you once more, his pupils huge with lust. He moans against you as he absolutely devours you, adding a second finger in. His long fingers brush against that divine spot inside of you and you whimper helplessly, your other hand gripping his sheets as if it could help ground you somehow. That delicious heat builds in the base of your stomach, spreading like a fire.

“I’m gonna-“ You gasp for air, your chest heaving up and down. His eyes are half-lidded and he seems completely lost in the moment, just absolutely pussy drunk. “Let go,” He says, his voice deep and raspy.

And you do exactly that. The pleasure shoots through your veins like a drug, your grasp in his hair tightening and your hips rolling as you ride it out. You eventually come down from your high, letting your legs drop from his shoulders as you let out a shaky sigh, your heart still pounding against your ribs.

“Fuckk,” You breathe out, resting your head against the pillow. Farleigh crawls over you, leaning down to kiss you. The lower half of his face is covered in your slick, but you couldn’t care less. He kisses you passionately, desperately, groaning into your mouth. You can taste yourself on his lips and his tongue, and it just turns you on even more.

He pulls away, his lips hovering over yours. You look up at him and suddenly feel an indescribable desire wash over you as you stare into his deep brown eyes. It’s like you can’t get close enough to him, like you need more than everything he’s already given you. You want him inside of you. You want to feel every part of him. You want him to feel every part of you.

“Farleigh,” You whisper, reaching up to touch his face. “What is it?” He whispers back, lightly touching your own face.

“I want you,” You say. You don’t care how stupid you sound right now. This carnal desire has completely taken over you.

“In what way?” He replies, smirking smugly. “I think you know which way I mean,” You mutter. You don’t have time for his teasing, although you love it.

His expression softens and he seems to understand what you mean. “Please, I need you,” You can’t believe you’re begging for Farleigh of all people right now. You know you’ll be regretting it later. His eyes widen and he seems shocked by your confession.

“Far…” You whisper, tracing your finger along his lips. He opens his mouth to speak, hesitating slightly.

“Do you know what you do to me?” He asks, his voice soft. You look up at him and tilt your head. He takes your hand and guides it down below his waist while still looking down at you. You gasp softly when you feel that his dick is so hard underneath his sweatpants. It has to be painful. You slowly rub your hand against him and his eyebrows draw together as he stutters slightly, and it almost looks like he’s in pain.

“Baby-“ Farleigh whimpers. “Please,” You beg once again, and he nods, quickly taking his pants off and throwing them somewhere on the floor of his bedroom. You look down at his dick, and you have to keep your jaw from dropping.

It’s definitely the biggest you’ve seen, and although you haven’t seen many in your lifetime, you know he would be considered above average. It’s long, with a bit of girth to it, veiny and already leaking precum from the tip. You feel yourself starting to get nervous. You aren’t sure if you could even take all of it, but hell, you’re going to try. You hope he didn’t pick up on your reaction, because you know he would tease you over it.

He places his hands on either side of your head and leans down onto his elbows. He never takes his eyes off yours as he positions himself. You wrap your legs around his waist, letting your ankles rest on his back.

He slowly begins to slide in, and you grunt quietly at the pain. He goes a bit deeper before you panic and place a hand on his lower stomach, stopping him. “I can’t-“ You wince in pain.

“Yes, you can. You can take it,” He nods and brushes the side of your face with his fingers. He takes your hand off of his stomach gently and places your arm back onto the bed. You nod in an attempt to encourage yourself, gritting your teeth to withstand the pain. You reach up to his shoulders, resting your hands on his shoulder blades, trying to keep your nails from digging into his skin as you hold onto him.

“Fuck,” Farleigh grunts as your walls grip him tightly, sucking him in. Eventually he’s buried inside of you to the hilt, and you can feel every inch of him. You’re still trying to adjust to his size, and the pain is slowly subsiding as he groans and drops his head and closes his eyes. You press your hips up against his, trying to get him to start moving. “Far,” You mutter. You can tell he’s trying to hold back. He breathes heavily and opens his eyes again, gazing into yours.

“I’m ready,” You whisper. His eyebrows knit together as he rolls his hips slowly, causing your eyes to roll back and drawing a short moan out of you. He shudders, slightly pulling out of you before thrusting back in. You wonder how he’s so good at this as your nails dig crescent moons into his back with each slow thrust and roll of his hips. Your mouth falls open and you try to be quieter but it’s no use.

He buries his head into the crook of your neck, his curls tickling your face. He’s whimpering and moaning your name and other incoherent nonsense right into your ear. He sets a beautiful rhythm, his bed creaking underneath you as you sink into the plush of the mattress. You think you hear the headboard hitting the wall but you don’t care about the loud sounds you two are creating. You just don’t want this moment to end.

He looks back up to you and you can see he’s already fucked out. His eyes are even more glazed over than before and sex sweat forms on his brow. He whimpers helplessly and pants heavily. “You’re so good,” He breathes. “So, so good,” You could probably cum just from his words alone.

You let out a wanton moan as he hits that spot again, deep inside of you. “Oh, fuck!” You gasp and claw at his shoulders. He drops his head again, kissing your neck as he thrusts into you faster and deeper each time, hitting your spot over and over once he’s found it.

“Yeah, that’s it,” He groans against your neck and you feel tears brimming in your eyes. “Farleigh- It’s-“ You can’t seem to form words, your brain turned to sizzling hot liquid. “I know, I know,” He whimpers, his voice slightly higher pitched and breathless. You try to hold on longer, but you’re already coming undone as your orgasm hits you sooner than you expected. Your body stills and you clench even harder around him. He moans, that pained expression crossing his face once again. “Oh God,” He chokes out, his thrusts beginning to become less steady.

“Where should I-“ Farleigh pants. “Inside,” You tell him. You’re on birth control, but you don’t have the mental capacity to explain that to him or explain why. His hips stutter and he stiffens, finishing inside of you, the warm feeling spreading throughout your lower stomach. He collapses on top of you, his head on your chest, resting on the soft fabric of your shirt.

You’re already sleepy and physically exhausted from what just took place. You breathe in his scent one more time and let out a sigh, staring up at the ceiling and trying to process what you just did. Then he’s wrapping his arms around you gently before pulling out of you slowly. You grunt a bit, feeling a dull ache between your legs, but you can’t help but miss the feeling of him inside of you.

He adjusts the both of you so that you’re both laying on your side, allowing you to stretch out a bit and cuddle up to him, tucking your head in the crook of his neck. He holds you, and for a moment, it feels like a real relationship. Something you had never experienced. Something deep. Something real. And then you remember that it’s not. After this, he will go back to avoiding you and acting like he can’t stand you. You just wish that he would put his pride away and admit to you what he really feels. But what does he really feel? Are you stupid for thinking that there’s something here?

Farleigh strokes his fingers through your hair, brushing away some of the strands plastered onto your forehead by your sweat. He seems to notice your silence.

“You’re thinking too much,” He says, his voice beautifully hoarse. You sigh, relaxing your shoulders. “Am I?” You reply, your voice weaker than you thought it would be.

“Just sleep here tonight,” He mutters, resting his chin on top of your head. You so badly want to ask him to be serious and have an actual conversation with you about your… relationship.

“Okay… but we need to talk about this,” You respond quietly. He sighs and shifts a bit, careful not to move you too much. “We can in the morning,” He says, but you know that won’t happen. You’ll just have to settle for no answers to your questions for the time being.

You curl up closer to him and let your eyes close, breathing slowly and peacefully. “Goodnight,” You murmur. “Night,” He replies, sounding just as tired as you are. You drift off to sleep in Farleigh Start’s arms.

ONE YEAR EARLIER

You were usually on okay terms with Farleigh. But you remember exactly when the dislike turned into hatred.

It was right before end of term exams and Felix convinced you to go to the pub to blow off some steam and relax after all your revising. You reluctantly agreed, then regret your decision when you saw Farleigh and Sasha there.

It was pretty far into the evening and you were beginning to get sleepy. You had spaced out for a moment, staring out the window and watching the snow fall before you heard something that peaked your interest.

“I mean, Felix, you have got to settle down,” Farleigh chuckled and nudged Sasha, pointing his cigarette at Felix.

Felix grinned stupidly and shrugged. “Listen, mate. I’ve tried.” Some other friends of his joined in with the laughter.

You sat up and leaned forward, facing Farleigh. “You’re one to comment on relationships,” You said, raising an eyebrow. Everyone else sort of quieted down after hearing your words.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Farleigh rolled his eyes at you and Sasha just glared. “You and Sasha. You’re dysfunctional.” You responded, unafraid to challenge him.

“Excuse me?” Sasha looked at you like you just committed a hate crime. “Yeah. He cheats on you, you cheat on him, you get back together, blah blah blah.” You took a sip of your beer and shrugged. “It’s gone on for almost a year now. It’s exhausting,”

Farleigh chuckled. “Ohh, you want to come after my relationship?” He smirked as if he was cooking up a plan in his mind of how to humiliate you best.

“Well, I bet you would like everyone to know that you lost your virginity to Joshua Brown,” Farleigh said, loud enough for even people from other tables to hear. A small chorus of gasps echoed across the room.

“You’re desperate, easy, and sloppy. You take anyone who wants you. I guess that’s what happens when you get no attention before you go to college, hm?” He just kept going, and the whole room went silent

“I’ve seen you walk out of so many dorms at six in the morning, it’s insane. You can’t even keep a fucking man,” Farleigh’s tone was harsher and colder than you’d ever heard before. Felix was staring at you in shock and Sasha was giving you that judgemental look.

You looked around to see all the pairs of eyes on you. “Fucking hell, Farleigh,” Felix muttered, shaking his head at him.

You stood up and grabbed your bag hastily, storming out of the pub with tears in your eyes. Why was he such a bitch? Why did he hate you?

Your reputation was officially ruined. All that time, he never told anyone about your situation with Joshua. Until now. He was doing so well. The whole class thought you were an innocent and pure, high achieving student, and now what would they think? You wish you didn’t care so much about how others perceive you, but you do.

You hated Farleigh. You hated him for ruining your reputation and your image. It was impossible to get him back or do something worse, since basically everyone knew he was a slut. But he got praised for it.

Ever since that night at the pub, other students would look at you sideways and whisper things about you as if you couldn’t hear them.

Fuck you, Farleigh. You decided you were officially done with him and your weird friendship. Even if that meant having to avoid him at every cost.

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barbwritesstuff · 1 year

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hey! everyone's been really talkative about this IF so I wanted to jump on the train :) do you think you could tell me about the RO routes and like, the vibe of them? i want to start planning out my characters now becuz the release date is next month! (congratulations btw)

also, ik this is a romance book, so I wanted to ask if there's a bunch of romance scenes/small romance stuff included? (ie; them holding hands, sneaky looks, etc) cuz some books advertise as a romance but like only include like 5 scenes, you feel me? the plot seems super cool and im intrigued! but romance also plays a huge part in my satisfaction so just, wanna know!

sorry if this comes off as rude 😭😭

Not rude at all! Though, honestly, I'm not 100% sure how to answer this.

Blood Moon is defiantly more romantic than a lot of games, but it's not as romantic as others. There are romantic scenes and moments, dates, and explicit content, but a large chunk of the game is also... not that.

Like the tagline says: date werewolves, fight vampires.

So, for every werewolf kiss, expect to have to punch a vampire or two.

If anyone who has played Blood Moon would like to comment on the romantic aspect of the game please do. As the author, I feel like I'm not the best person to describe it, because when I write the game I see every possible outcome, so it might seem different for me than someone playing it through.

As for vibes... There are eight romanceable characters and the feel of each romance is different.

CliffsNotes version:

Marco is a lanky blond guy who likes to joke around. He's got some insecurities, because he had a shitty upbringing, but he's also fiercely loving and loyal. He tends to 'match' with the player's character a lot, eg, when running side by side, they always run in lockstep. His romantic route has a lot of BFF to lovers vibes.

Vicky is a tall, muscular woman with a dark past. She's terrifying on the battlefield, but very soft and gentle with those she loves. Her romantic route is about finding peace and softness in a world at war. Great if you want to play a more world wary protagonist, through she can mesh with other sorts of characters too.

Ed is young, ambitious, cheeky, and idealistic. He's probably the most 'human' of the werewolves and strongly believes the world can and should be a better place, though he sometimes uses underhanded methods to make that happen. His route is pitched a little younger, and can include some 'first love' vibes.

Shawnie is a curvy red head with a sassy personality. She's very sexual but actually probably one of the hardest to win the heart of. You have to really get to know her, and prove that you're interested in her for her, before she really shows you her heart.

Roe is a non binary person, very beautiful, with long hair and a lean build. They can come across as aloof or cold, until you get to know them, then they'll show a fierce and passionate side. Romance route is VERY star-crossed lovers. They're torn between desire and duty.

Farro is the resident DILF. He's VERY tall and muscular. Think Pakistani lumberjack. He's also, in contrast to appearances, quite shy and reclusive. He has an eight year old daughter that is the opposite to him in almost every way. Be nice to the kid to win his heart.

Sergi is a stocky man, dark hair, dark eyes, and is older than the player's character by a decade or two (he will call you 'pup'). He has a playful personality, but undergoes some serious trauma throughout the story, so loses that for a large chunk of the game's runtime. The romance is a little forbidden love, but leans more toward shared trauma bringing people together.

Carrie is small, skinny, and covered in sharp edges. She can be rude and abrasive, especially before she gets to know the player's character, but beneath that has a heart of gold, for those willing to take their time to get to know her. Enemies to lovers, but perhaps not in the traditional sense.

I hope that helped.

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pearlypairings · 5 months

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annual writing self-evaluation

Thank you @justhere4thevibez for tagging! I woke up so early bc I'm still not adjusted well to the time difference on my vacation so I figure I could work on this to kill some time💕

1. List of works published this year (in no particular order):

Meet Me At Our Spot

Coffee and Contemplation *

Dear Donna,

painting (a masterpiece)

not a sound, but the wind

In the Shade of Aurelias *

all good dates begin at the cemetery

so much (for) stardust

there is a light that never goes out *

* = WIP

(I have a few more anon works too which were fun to try some new things with😄)

2. Work you are most proud of (and why):

OH this is tough… I think I have to choose two. I'm so proud of not a sound, but the wind for many reasons. I tried a lot of new writing techniques within that story, which honestly the first images came to me at 2am fever dream of Chrissy with short hair and distraught pushing her way through the woods in a blizzard. I didn't know where the story was going but once I got started I had so much fun. And right now I'm also very proud of there is a light! It's my rarepair fic that I've fallen in love with for chrissy x jonathan and it's been a true delight to meet other people in the fandom from that fic alone!

3. Work you are least proud of (and why):

Hmm I think painting (a masterpiece) is one that I would probably revisit to edit and change if given the option. I don't think it's terrible by any means, but it was really a self indulgent fic for me inspired by the song of the same name. I think I published it very quickly without letting it simmer for edits, so I would change some of the beats for pacing.

4. A favorite excerpt of your writing:

From not a sound, but the wind

“Do you comfort all your crying customers?” She let her fingers graze his palm as she accepted his makeshift tissue with a sad smile.

“Only the ones I like.”

Chrissy dabbed her eyes, praying that none of the mascara smeared beyond recognition. “You’re not gonna sell me anything, are you?”

“Who said that? If there’s any time you need pot, it’s now!”

A small laugh shook her fragile frame, warmth spreading across her chest from within. She folded the bandana into a small square and tucked it into her pocket with a sheepish grin. The last of her tears iced over the corners of her eyes.

“Coming from my dealer, that sounds a little like a sales pitch.”

Eddie fell back, miming an arrow through his heart and rigorously pulling the invisible weapon out from his chest. “You wound me. How about half off and twice as much?”

5. Share or describe a favorite comment you received:

ALL of my comments on there is a light are my favorites. People really enjoying my take on jonathan (a character that even I slept on and didn't really connect with until I saw things from his pov) and being really supportive of my WIP that's ending soon! It's really been such a joy to read all the lines each reader loved and the plot twists they had guessed right or wrong. It's been the best!

6. A time when writing was really, really hard:

2023 was a……year. Yeah, I think the fall was very hard because of some family hospitalizations that were very scary and exhausting. So I didn't have the energy nor the will for quite a bit after that to write much. I'm hoping 2024 is all for good health and better headspace.

7. A scene or character that you wrote that surprised you:

At the risk of sounding really cheesy, I really loved the scene in not a sound when Chrissy and Eddie are about to kiss. The two chapters with back to back pov were so much fun to write bc we get little glimpses into both perspectives of the situation and how wrong they interpret the other person's reactions. It's so cute and I didn't intend to write an eddie pov chapter when I started that fic, it just happened (and we got more Wayne which is always a plus).

8. How did you grow as a writer this year:

I have a long way to go with this, but I think I'm finally shedding parts of my past where for work I had to write scientifically and directly. It's so hard for me to break that frame of mind, so I'm constantly going back in edits to add in more details and worldbuilding and mood setting beyond action and dialogue. In 2024, one of my goals is to do enough exercises where that flows more naturally in the drafting process.

9. How do you hope to grow next year:

LOL oops! I sort of just answered that question, but another goal of mine is to continue to finish my beloved WIP Aurelias AND write a ton more for rarepairs to stretch my imagination.

10. Who was your greatest positive influence this year as a writer (could be another writer or beta or cheerleader or muse etc etc):

Losty, @1lostsoul0fishbowl you are all of the above. So glad we found each other on this site and via Dear Donna,. It's been lovely getting to know you and I appreciate all the times you've read through drafts and ideas and insanity on my part. You da bomb diggitty 💣

11. Anything in your real life show up in your writing this year:

Definitely…. The break up in there is a light is loosely based on a real break up between me and my first high school boyfriend. The AUDACITY. But definitely many, many other little bits of dialogue or scene set ups are from moments in my life :) the life of a writer.

12. Any new wisdom you can share with other writers:

Write it down. WHEREVER you are (unless driving lol). Whatever the idea is, the dialogue you thought of, the plot puzzle piece. Just write it down somewhere on your phone, in a notebook etc. Because you will forget it and it will frustrate you lol.

13. Any new projects you’re looking forward to starting (or finishing) in the new year:

2024 is when I'll be finishing Aurelias! Slow and steady because it's my baby and very setting/period heavy. And there's a few tricks up my sleeves for future fun projects that I'll be writing mostly for me (and maybe losty lol). AND I CAN'T WAIT! Rarepairs galore ✨

What a fabulous evaluation and deep look at the past year! Can't wait to see what 2024 brings 💞 happy new year!

#thanks for tagging me!#writer evaluation game #tag game #self evaluation #2023 fanfiction summary #hellcheer fanfic #photocheer #fanfic writer #thank you everyone for watching me grow this year!#it's been a blast💕

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Bad Decisions Roadtrip

It went well for a trip planned the week/day before to a popular event.

After a very busy week and a Friday filled by surprise medical appointments, we got up incredibly early on Saturday to start packing for a trip to see the solar eclipse. Some friends of ours live not too far from the path of totality so we were able to go stay with them and avoid all the crowds at hotels/campgrounds/etc. We met them at a market and got to poke through the stalls. I got a little dog carving for my desk and F picked up a variety of teas. The rest of Saturday and Sunday was normal hanging out stuff: talking, walks, baking (redbud flower) cookies, etc.

I didn't actually pick generally where we were going until Sunday night, and didn't pick the exact location until Monday morning. I kept checking the cloud map, but most of the area was cloudy so it was very much a 'take your best guess and hope' sort of thing. We figured even if we couldn't see well, the weather changes would still be apparent and that's enough for us.

It worked though! Years of refining my 'find somewhere that won't be crowded' skills continue to pay off. Because of the potential for crowds, I wanted to make sure there was a bathroom available for F (lines are okay, I just didn't want her to have to walk forever in search of a more private tree), so I picked a side entrance to a park with a pit toilet and a gravel lot at the trailhead. The lot was about half full when we arrived, 1 RV and 5 other cars, but we had the trail to ourselves - most people were watching from the parking lot. We walked down the trail a ways and settled on the edge of a field. Not a single other person came by despite the fact that we were literally just off the trail.

I love watching eclipses, F loves the weather change that comes with a solar eclipse, and Nova just loves hanging out outside - there was something for everyone. I'm sure many people have described it better than I, but watching a solar eclipse just has a lovely eerie awe-inspiring feeling to it. Watching the color and quality of the light change around you, feeling the temperature drop and the winds pick up, seeing the moon suddenly become a pitch black circle surrounded by silvery beams - almost like a hole in the sky sucking the light in. Agh, it's just stunning.

Though F says her favorite part is just being out in the day without feeling the sun stab her in the eyes 😂 "Why can't the sun be like this all the time?"

Nova was confused by the weather changes. I kept cracking up because she kept glancing up at the sky and looking left and right as if to say "what's going on?" She loves cold weather though and is always energized by breezy days and she had a good time exploring the field while the humans did weird shit like stare at the sun with funny glasses on. I had not considered that people would set off fireworks during totality 😑, but she handled them like a champ. Her favorite part of the day was probably just a short bit after totality when we went off on a hike through the woods so F could enjoy the last of the dim light; we ran into a patch of morels and stayed a lot longer than we had meant to. By the time we got back to the parking lot there was only one other car and shortly later two women with a grocery bag (presumably also filled with morels) appeared out of the woods and drove off.

The traffic sure was something, but also everyone follows their GPS nowadays so we were able to avoid a lot of it by driving on roads between fields that ran parallel to the highways. We had to join the lines at certain points to get under the interstate/over rivers/etc. but for the most part it was honestly a very satisfying drive. Playing music, making quick decisions on whether a left or a right will lead you back to a road headed in the right direction the fastest, and watching the fields pass by

#hiking #mushroom hunting #foraging #eclipse #avoiding other writing I need to do by finally finishing this post... 😅

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Okay so I watched Days of Girlhood and I can kind of see why people are mad.

1) Dylan does not sing it well. The high pitched parts sound different. I would not have given her a song with that chorus.

2) Whoever styled Dylan could've done better. She looked incredibly pasty the whole time and every outfit she wore made her look super skinny her head look gigantic. The blonde wig did not help. If there had been more a-line dresses or just more of a flare to any of her outfits she would've looked a lot better.

The effect of these two things made the video seem very off. I also think the 50s aesthetic was trying to be barbie-esque but it came off more like edward scissorhands. The whole thing kind of assaulted my senses and honestly put me in an annoyed mood. And then when you actually listen to the lyrics, it's a lot easier to feel annoyed or take offense.

Are the lyrics bad or inappropriate? No, not really. But they aren't good. Most of the song is about drinking, shopping, or romantic contact but then the chorus says "these are the days of girlhood" which, I know is how Dylan describes her transition, but for like 99% of the population girlhood=childhood or even being an adolescent. It's a nostalgic time and I don't think the idea of girlhood being about the adult activities she describes was the best creative choice.

The other thing is she chose the wrong genre. If this had been more of a club song like songs put out by Paris Hilton and Ke$ha it would've made more sense. But it's rare these days to see this kind of bubblegum pop to be just about shopping, drinking, etc. Bubblegum pop in general isn't really in vogue. I feel like this song would've fit right in with Call Me Maybe, California Girls, or Shake it Off. And honestly, as a person who loved that time, I've also moved past it. It doesn't have an edge of authenticity. And those songs didn't really claim womanhood the way this one does. I think a lot of women have the experience of "types." A "California Girl" is a type. Those artists sold themselves as certain "types." I feel like Marina and the diamonds played into this aa lot with Bubblegum Bitch and How To Be A Heart Breaker. Songs made by women for women present men as a monolith and songs made by men for men present women as a monolith. This song was presumably one made by women for women but it presents women as a monolith.

And honestly, it's just not good. Like it isn't saying anything. There's not a single metaphor or anything. It really is just a list of activities and a chorus. And they're not even relatable. Retail therapy? In this economy? It is reductive and just boring.

Is the backlash fair? No, of course not. At the end of the day, it's just not a good song. It kind of gave me a headache watching the video. But that's not a crime. At the same time though, I feel like anyone would've gotten ripped apart for this song. Dylan is trans and it is a very dangerous environment for trans women. I know that definitely play a big part in this. The thing is, it absolutely shocks me that she didn't see this coming to some extent. Like...did she watch the video? Personally, I wouldn't have put that out if I were at the same risk she was. Especially because she has just gotten out of a huge transphobic controversy. Like the crazy people are watching you and waiting for you to fuck up and you put out a video that is sonically challenging, lyrically inane, and a complete visual assault and think "wow, no one's going to have any strong opinions on this at all."

Again being threatened, attacked, or experiencing transphobia is not okay. It's not. And I am sure Dylan and her team thought it was great when they put it out. I do think, that if you put your hand in a hornet's nest, you will probably get stung. Especially if you look like a haunted mannequin while doing it. And, to be honest, literally anyone would probably get the same amount of vitriol for that video. Do we not all remember lambasting Sabrina Carpenter and Joshua Basset for daring to respond to Driver's License? Do we not remember Rebecca Black? Do we not remember Tramp Stamps? This is the environment people are bringing new music into, this is the risk artists have to take on. And yes, Dylan is trans so she's getting transphobic responses, but all of those other artists were torn apart for their identities too. And everyone chastising the general public for being annoyed at bad music should have that same energy for all bad music.

#dylan mulvaney #days of girlhood

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Striker x Reader - Picking Up Trash and Calling It Treasure 4

Chapter 3

Chapter 5

I've never seen a mechanical bull in person so I watched some videos on YouTube. They were a lot tamer (and honestly lamer) than I expected so I embellished. I hope I did a decent job.

Your mood had increased exponentially since your date with Striker, and all of your coworkers had picked up on it. Even Blitzø, who was the poster child of being oblivious to other’s emotions. After learning the details of your night with the rattlesnake, Millie had offered to keep it to herself, deciding that Blitzø and Moxxie were too emotional and judgmental to accept what was evidently a budding relationship. You hadn’t particularly cared one way or the other, but after the first day in the office where no one openly asked you how things were going with Striker, you found yourself grateful for Millie’s suggestion, and decided to keep up with it.

The buzz from your unexpectedly romantic picnic lasted for about a week, when it occurred to you that you hadn’t heard from the southern imp. No calls from burner phones, no texts from unlisted numbers, no mysterious messenger imps showing up at your door. Striker had left you with no way to contact him, and obviously no interest in contacting you. Initially, you’d told yourself that you were fine, that you were expecting this sort of “pump and dump” behavior from the cowboy, despite your only physical contact having been a brief make-out.

But the reality of his radio silence hit you far harder than you would have expected – or preferred.

It took about ten seconds of interacting with you for Millie to sense the change in your attitude, and another two seconds for her to pinpoint the culprit. She growled lowly, sitting beside you so that only you could hear it, insisting to her concerned husband that it you were just having a “girls talk.”

“I’m gonna fucking kill him,” she murmured in your ear, causing you to roll your eyes.

“He’s not worth the ammo, Mills,” you countered. “Besides, it’s not like I didn’t see this coming.”

“But you were so…” the female assassin paused, searching for a word appropriate to describe your disposition after your date.

“Yeah, well, now I’m not,” you sighed, sparing a glance towards Moxxie to find him frantically looking away from the two of you, suddenly absorbed in whatever bullshit Blitzø was ranting about. “It’s fine, Millie. It was only a matter of time.”

“I know that,” she frowned, resting a hand on your arm, “and I know I ain’t the most supportive, but I really thought it would have lasted longer than one date. You said you had a really good time.”

“Evidently I was the only one,” you shrugged, your heart lurching uncomfortably in your chest. You shoved down all of the unpleasant emotions threatening to crawl their way up your throat and vocalize themselves, swallowing thickly and staring at one of the many scuff marks on your boots.

“It’s not like I fucked him,” was how you validated Striker’s sudden abandonment. You and Millie had returned to your favorite bar for Girls Night Out, which had become much more frequent as of late. Moxxie never minded, but Blitzø pitched a fit every now and then about not being included.

“It’s a good fucking thing you didn’t,” Millie countered, folding her arms atop the table. She caught your gaze wandering anywhere but her person, and her eyes narrowed. “You wanted to, didn’t you?”

Your eyes widened and snapped towards her face, and she sighed, reading you like an open children’s book.

“Of course I wanted to,” you admitted. “A girl has needs. But I didn’t, and I have plenty of toys at home to take care of myself. It’s not that big of a deal, Mills. We weren’t dating. He probably just took me out to piss you guys off.”

The door to the bar opened, and against her better judgment, Millie glanced up at the newest patron. A growl sounded in her throat, and you raised a brow at her in question. Her gaze remained on the cowboy strutting his way up to the counter, and you couldn’t help but follow her eyes.

“Son of a bitch,” you grumbled. “We need to find a new bar to hang out in. He frequents this one too fucking often.”

Millie nodded in agreement before her eyes wandered through the rest of the bar, and a grin split her lips. “You wanna make him sorry he abandoned you?”

Your brow furrowed in confusion as you watched her expression steadily turn mischievous. “What do you mean? You want me to make him jealous?”

“I want you to show him what a badass bitch he missed out on,” your friend explained. “I may not like him or support your attraction to him, but he hurt you, and I think a little revenge is in order.”

“I don’t think he’s the jealous type,” you countered, taking a sip of your forgotten drink. “He’s too fucking smug for that.”

“Maybe not over other people, but he’s a cowboy from Wrath. The way to that man’s heart is in the corner of the bar.”

You turned fully around, sitting up on your knees to see exactly what she meant. Your jaw dropped as your gaze settled on a mechanical bull in the far corner, penned off by a shitty wooden fence. Just outside the fence was a control box, currently manned by one the bar’s employees. A line of potential riders had already been formed, and there was a decent crowd gathered to watch people fail.

Turning back around in your seat, you offered Millie a grin. “You can’t be serious.”

“As serious as I am that he’s a self-absorbed cocksucker,” she grinned darkly. “You get over there and ride that fucking bull. I know you got the balance and the stamina to hold on, and once he’s watching, you can throw in a little sexuality, make him real fucking jealous.”

With a laugh, you swallowed the rest of your drink and stood up. You sauntered over to the corner of the bar, swinging your hips as you went just in case Striker was watching.

Which he was, and Millie was watching him, cackling to herself as his tail rattled with interest.

You sweet-talked the employee working the controls to let you ride next, and a flirtatious smile to the people in line granted you their acceptance. You climbed over the fence and circled the mechanical bull, making a show of mounting it once you knew you had an audience. A loud rattling sounded amongst the murmurs of the crowd, and you stifled a grin, bending your hips to accentuate your ass as you swung a leg over the machine and perched yourself on its back. You gripped the rope fastened to the middle of its back with both hands, not wanting to lose leverage this early on. Without warning, the bull quickly spun around, facing away from the crowd and giving everyone a view of the curve of your back as you settled yourself into place. The bull reared forwards, the back end lifting a few feet off the ground, and you leaned back at the same time, keeping yourself upright. It righted itself before rearing forwards again, and again, and again, until it looked like you were trying to fuck the machine rather than simply stay on top of it. With every buck, you rolled your hips, giving the audience a show.

It turned halfway, your right side facing the crowd, before bucking backwards, the front end rearing up. You tightened your legs on either side, throwing your head back and grinding against the machine. You could hear the crowd growing louder as the bucking came faster, the operator attempting unsuccessfully to throw you off. Before long, the machine had lost all rhythm, the operator following your request to give you the roughest ride he could. It bucked backwards, forwards, spun around, spun halfway.

Your surroundings blurred together, the bull never slowing down long enough for you to see anything clearly. That was perfectly fine – you didn’t want to look at them, you wanted them to look at you. The machine reared forwards again, lifting you into the air, and you released one hand, sliding it up into your hair between your horns. Your tail thrashed about behind you, making it clear that you were holding your own atop the bull.

You rolled your hips every time the bull bucked, your head back and your teeth gnawing at your lower lip as though this mechanical bull was the most sensual ride you’d ever experienced. Given the demonic douchebags you’d dated, it wasn’t too far from the truth.

Watching your every move, the operator knew he wasn’t going to throw you. So he made one final finishing move – a backwards buck, so far that the bull was nearly standing upright, with you perpendicular on its back. The fingers of one hand latched onto the rope while the other arm extended behind you, your torso leaned all the way back until you were nearly upside down.

The crowd cheered wildly, and the bull returned to its starting position. With a giggle, you dismounted, adjusting your clothes and offering the crowd a wink. You thanked the operator, which earned you a grin. He may not have known exactly who you were trying to impress, but he knew from your ministrations that you had ridden the bull to prove and point, and you’d fucking proved it.

Squeezing and squirming through the crowd, you returned to your table where Millie was standing up in her seat, clapping and shouting. You laughed just as the bartender whistled, holding up a hand to catch your attention. Raising a brow, you turned to face him, finding a fresh drink sitting at the end of the bar.

“Free drinks to anyone who finishes the ride,” he stated, and you grinned, approaching the bar to collect your prize.

As soon as the drink was in your hand, a spicy scent filled your nostrils, and you didn’t have to look to know that Striker had finally approached you.

“That was an impressive ride, darlin’,” he commented gravelly, and fuck no not those butterflies again.

You said nothing, tilting your head back and swallowing a large amount of your drink.

“I’d love to see you ride me like that,” the cowboy commented, and you absolutely did not choke on the alcohol sliding down your throat.

“Sorry, Casanova,” you countered, spinning around in the direction of your table. “I don’t ride for free. You gotta earn it.”

With a nod to Millie, which she returned, you turned and strutted out of the bar, tail swishing behind you as you went. A low growl and rattle could be heard from where Striker stood at the bar, and you smirked to yourself.

You’d fucking love to take him for a ride, but he didn’t deserve it. Not yet, at least.

#helluva boss #helluva boss x reader #helluva boss striker #reader insert #striker #striker x reader

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nenyabusiness · 1 year

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TOLKIEN TLDR: Why did Galadriel REALLY leave Valinor? (The Exile of the Noldor)

In The Rings of Power, they changed this part of Galadriel’s backstory quite a bit. Yes, I guess you could say that “a legion of Elves went to war,” but the full story is a lot darker and less flattering than that. Want to know what really happened the day Galadriel and her kin left Valinor? Here we go.

(Side note: In canon, Valinor is just a part of Aman, but since the show exclusively uses the name Valinor for the entire continent, I’ll do the same.)

In Valinor, there were once three clans of Elves. The Vanyar (Fair-elves) were the most unproblematic of them all, worshipping the Valar (for more info on the Valar, here’s another TLDR) like they were supposed to, doing very little of interest in general. The Teleri (Sea-elves) lived by themselves near the sea, generally minding their own business. Then we have the Noldor (Deep-elves), our main characters in this clusterfuck. Unlike the other clans who were very content with their lives as they were, the Noldor suffered from this little problem called ambition.

Galadriel was half Noldo, half Teleri, but I think we all know which clan she mostly took after.

This story isn’t really about her, though. The main character is actually a Noldo named Fëanor, who took the whole ambition thing to a new level. He was a craftsman, a smith, and a linguist, and he knew how to hold a good speech. In later ages, he would be known as the greatest Elven smith who ever lived.

In a stroke of genius or madness, Fëanor one day decides that he wants to capture some of the light of the Two Trees (remember: no sun and moon yet, just two trees lighting up an entire island) in a more permanent form, which is how he ends up creating the Silmarils. To describe these three gems properly would take all day so I’m just going to say that they were really, really pretty.

This is where Melkor, who would later be known as Morgoth, enters the story as a strong second lead. After three ages of imprisonment (about 3000 solar years, don’t ask me how that works), he tells Manwë, the King of the Valar, that he’s totally sorry for all the havoc he wreaked in Middle-earth and that he won’t do it again. Manwë, who genuinely doesn’t understand how grudges work, lets Melkor go. After a taking a quick look at the Elves, Melkor comes to the conclusion that the Vanyar and the Teleri are too content with their lives to be of use in his revenge scheme. The ambitious Noldor, though? Perfect.

It doesn’t take much for Melkor to win the Noldor over. He earns their trust and affection by teaching them new things and helping them improve their craftmanship—and he, of course, uses that trust to slowly turn them against the Valar. He slowly convinces them that they are in fact trapped in Valinor, forced into servitude by the envious Valar. He tells them that if they had stayed in Middle-earth, they would have been rulers of their own domains, free do to whatever they wished, servants to no one. He’s obviously lying, but it’s a strong pitch.

Though not for the lack of trying, Melkor never manages to sway Fëanor, because Fëanor only listens to Fëanor. He doesn’t want Melkor’s advice, and honestly, he doesn’t need it. He was dreaming about power and freedom long before Melkor was released. On top of this, he now has this growing urge to protect the Silmarils from anything and anyone going on. Even if Melkor had remained imprisoned, Fëanor would probably have gone off the rails at some point anyway.

Melkor and Fëanor don’t get along, but they have one thing in common: they love the Silmarils way too much for their own good. Is this going to turn into a problem? Yes. Yes it is.

The Valar eventually figure out that Melkor is the culprit behind the Noldor’s strange behavior. Melkor makes a run for it and joins forces with a spider-like creature called Ungoliath, the ancestor of Shelob from Lord of the Rings. Together, they sneak into Valinor and attack the Two Trees. Ungoliath sucks the light out of them, and darkness falls over Valinor. During their escape, they drop by Fëanor’s place and steal the Silmarils, killing his father Finwë, King of the Noldor, in the process. The Silmarils have officially claimed their first life.

Fëanor does not take this well. He calls Melkor the Black Foe of the World, Morgoth for short, which is the name that Melkor would always be referred to as after that.

As I mentioned earlier, Fëanor knows how to hold a speech. He gathers the Noldor, cranks Morgoth’s lies about the Valar up to 11, and starts a full-on rebellion. The Noldor are getting the hell out of Valinor.

If he had just stopped there, The Silmarillion would have been a much shorter novel, but no. He had to go on and swear an oath. Along with his seven sons, he swears the notorious Oath of Fëanor. With the Valar as their witnesses, they all swear to Eru Ilúvatar (God) that they will with vengeance and hatred pursue anyone who would keep a Silmaril from their possession.

No one could have predicted just how horrendous the consequences of that oath would be at the time, but in hindsight, I think everyone can agree that it was a bad idea of epic proportions. Morgoth may be the main antagonist of The Silmarillion, but the Oath of Fëanor is a close second.

Neither of his half-brothers Fingolfin and Finarfin (Galadriel’s dad) swear the oath, but their houses join Fëanor’s rebellion out of solidarity. Some of the Noldor are a little reluctant, while others, like Galadriel, are eager to leave Valinor. Galadriel always disliked Fëanor, but she’s really into the idea of having a domain of her own to rule.

(Fun fact: Fëanor once asked her for a strand of her hair but she turned him down, which is why everyone goes ??? when Gimli gets three.)

The Valar settle on a not-mad-but-disappointed approach to all of this, because hey, if the Elves think they’re powerful enough to take on a being like Morgoth, then sure, have at it, good luck have fun. Fëanor and his sons are banned though. Those maniacs are not allowed to return.

The rebellion rages on. The Noldor are officially leaving Valinor. There’s this one issue though: Valinor is an island (ish), and the Noldor don’t have ships.

Remember the Teleri I briefly mentioned? The clan of Elves who lived near the sea? This is where they become relevant to the story, because unlike the Noldor, they have ships.

Fëanor and his people rush ahead to ask the Teleri to lend them those ships. The Teleri kindly and politely explain that no, their ships are precious to them, and no, they don’t want to play any part whatsoever in this insane rebellion, so the Noldor are going to have to find another way to leave Valinor. Fëanor, who’s gone from overambitious to absolutely unhinged, decides to steal the ships instead. When the Teleri resist, things get really, really ugly.

The Noldor, who had been lowkey preparing for this rebellion for quite some time, came with swords and shields. The peaceful Teleri had basic bows. The slaughter that followed would later be known as the Kinslaying of Alqualondë.

(Most sources say that Galadriel didn’t take part in this. Most sources.)

The Valar are now officially done with the Noldor. In a curse/prophecy that would later be referred to as the Doom of Mandos, the Noldor are told that they are all banned from Valinor now. This is not just a rebellion anymore—it’s an exile. The Exile of the Noldor, even, if you want to use the established name of the event.

The Noldor are now facing a second problem: they have ships, but not enough ships. Not for the whole host, anyway, so… not that much of a problem, according to Fëanor. In a major Dick Move, he fills the ships with as many of his people as he can and then leaves the rest of the Noldor behind. To prevent people from going back (and because of a highly unjustified grudge against Fingolfin), he burns the ships once he reaches Middle-earth. Double Dick Move.

There’s only one route left that the remaining Noldor can take to get to Middle-earth, and that’s the icy passageway/hellscape called Helcaraxë high up in the north. (Like I said, Valinor was an island, ish.) Though the Noldor suffer major losses on this nightmare of a journey, some of them, including Galadriel, make it through to the other side. Under the rule of Fingolfin, she enters Middle-earth.

And there we have it. This is why Galadriel left Valinor.

The Doom of Mandos is lifted after Morgoth’s defeat, but a lot of Noldor, including Galadriel, willingly stay in Middle-earth anyway. This is why I can’t in good conscience call the “Gil-Galad giving Galadriel a golden ticket back to Valinor as a gift” thing a tweak or a canon divergence. The show made that up. Period. In the Second Age, Galadriel could have returned to Valinor whenever she felt like it. She stayed, because she simply didn’t want to go back.

And let’s not forget that our girl did eventually get that domain of hers. Good for her.

Sources: Chapter 3-9 of Quenta Silmarillion and The Unfinished Tales: The History of Galadriel and Celeborn.

#tolkien tldr #The Silmarillion #the lord of the rings #the rings of power #trop #lotr #lore #galadriel #fëanor #might do one covering the full disaster of the Oath of Fëanor #but I'd probably have to go through the entire Sil for that #again #so a big maybe on that

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can-of-pringles · 1 year

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OC ask game! I'm actually gonna leave this one up to you - any OC you want to share about! I feel like I always ask about Mari, Arith, and Lee, so I want to switch it up. Maybe someone you haven't told me as much about this time?

2, 10, 11, 13, 16, 18, 21, 23, 32, and 33 (answer as many or as few as you want, there were a lot of good ones)

Thanks for the ask! I think I'm going to answer for Dannie Karim and my newest OC, Tessa Hayes!

2. What sort of music would they like? Have you thought about what genres or bands do they lean towards? Do they have a favorite song?

Dannie: Indie, rock, pop, metal.

I need to look over the list again because it might be slightly outdated now.. but definitely Mother Mother, Ghost, Glass Animals, Hozier, Mitski, Tigercub, Young The Giant.

As for a specific song, unsure.

Tessa: I'm not sure yet, however maybe she'd like stuff similar to Glass Animals, Old Man Canyon, Kate Bush, Tame Impala.

10. If they wear jewelry, what kind? Do they prefer silver or gold? Do they have a favorite gem?

Dannie: They have piercings and probably wear a medical alert bracelet or necklace. Probably silver. I'd say peridot?

Tessa: Earrings and necklaces. Gold. Sapphire?

11. What do they have in common with you? How are they different? Would you get along with them?

Dannie: We're both nonbinary and T1D, honestly they started out more similar to a self insert but I'm working towards more originality. I think I would probably.

Tessa: I'm still figuring out a lot about her, but I hope we'd get along.

13. What languages do they speak? How fluently?

Dannie: Arabic and English. Native language is Arabic but it didn't take long for them to learn English.

Tessa: English and bits of French. English is native language. I could see her taking French in school but not remembering a whole lot.

16. Do they have any pets? What do they call their pets?

Dannie: Has their service dog, Missy.

Tessa: Currently doesn't have a pet but I can imagine her having a cat. Though I'm sure she likes dogs too.

18. Their opinion on lying, stealing, and killing?

Dannie: Depends on the situation, usually no, obviously no unless it's self defense.

Tessa: No, usually no, no.

21. Their favorite place to be?

Dannie: Places that have warm weather, maybe hanging out with friends.

Tessa: Outside in nature. She likes to hike sometimes.

23. How would you describe their voice? Can they sing?

Dannie: Smooth and pleasant to listen to. Yes.

Tessa: A little higher pitched but not annoying in any way. Sweet. And probably.

32. Do they have any habits that aren't particularly self-destructive, just maybe odd?

Dannie: Forgetting to throw away used test strips (guilty)

Tessa: Maybe counting when she's stressed.

33. If applicable, how would your other characters describe them? I mean specifically the people around them.

Dannie: Probably describe them as calm and fairly levelheaded. The chill one of the group.

Tessa: Quiet, difficult to get her to trust you but once you do she's very caring and loyal.

OC ask meme

#pringle answers #answered asks #practically an xman #ask meme #dannie karim #in the dark #in the dark oc #tessa hayes #the sandman oc #the sandman #sandman oc #the sandman netflix #ocappreciation #allaboutocs

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seventhfracture · 2 years

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I was asked recently to write the blurb for a collaboration “because you’re good at those” and that got me thinking in greater detail about how to write blurbs. Because, right now, the blurbs I write are largely instinctive. I know how to throw the pitch together. Mainly because I get a lot of practice trying to explain my WIPs in 100 words or less to people I am talking to for advice/guidance/etc.

But what’s the basic science of a blurb that will get someone in the door?

Formula

Most basic blurbs have three key components: 1 who is the main character? 2 what problem are they solving? 3 what are the stakes?

Now you can write appealing blurbs using just one or two of these elements, but they flow together, as a trio, in a very pleasing way if you can master the chemistry of getting them all on the page in under 150 words. This also tells the reader a lot of information to make an informed choice and helps get them excited.

Now you don’t want to summarise the whole story. If I know from the label how your 38K novella is going to end why do I need to pick it up? But you want to orientate. In some cases a good blurb will carry people through a chapter of set up without complaint. Even if the set up is boring. If I know that at the end of chapter 1 your main character is going to realize she’s in a time loop. I’ll be much more forgiving about having to read 200 words about her brushing her teeth.

I’m going to walk you through a couple of my blurbs. Just to break this down.

Most of my blurbs start with the narrator’s name as the very first word. This blurb establishes in the first sentence that this is L’s story and tells us some key things about him. He’s eccentric and he’s rich.

Alright so character’s done. Next, we move immediately into the ‘problem’ or premise of the story. L, our main character, has acquired a mermaid. Neat.

Finally, we’ve got to establish some stakes. Now I don’t outright say here that Kira is a threat to L’s life. But it’s heavily implied that Kira is physically dangerous, and that L’s life is at risk if he isn’t careful. I also imply there’s an element of deception between the “has even more brains than teeth”. This flags both “brains” and “teeth” as risks. That said these stakes are clearly small scale and personal. We’re not going to be dealing with the fate of England. We’re dealing with L’s fate exclusively.

This tells the reader a lot about the nature of the story. In only three sentences. It’s clear, its succinct, and if you’ve read the fic you know that the label pretty accurately describes exactly what’s inside. It’s a promise and that promise is fulfilled.

Here we get a little wordier, but the rules are the same. I start off by providing some context for the anime fans. “After thirteen months Kira”—so now we know this is Light’s story. This is also a basic alteration from the canon in because we’ve said Kira has been “totally unhindered” which most fans will immediately realize means; Light has not met L in this timeline. So we’ve established Light is narrating and we’ve given anime fans some anchoring points. We also establish, in the first sentence that the problem is “Light and Ryuk draw the unwanted attention of the Shinigami King”. That’s a big problem and it implies some world changing stakes.

Honestly, I probably should’ve stopped at the first sentence.

The rest of the blurb is pure enticement. I am giving the reader some temptations. I make it clear L is the Shinigami King in this AU, that there’s going to be some roommate shenanigans and that Light is going to try and figure out how to kill a god. This is because I know my audience and I know some of these tropes are appealing to people in the community. It’s Christmas lights. It says “here’s some reasons you might want to read this”

Again, first sentence introduces our narrator and lead; L. Second sentence is problem; sentient, dangerous, AI. Third sentence, with the context of the previous two, implies that L and Tokyo-3 are both in danger form Kira.

It’s pure formula.

However, this kind of thing also works with smut fics—

L’s name is the first word here. And we’re talking from L’s perspective so clearly he’s the narrator. Then in the next sentence, in conjunction with the tags, we outline the problem and the stakes; L is getting handsy while he thinks Light is asleep, but Light is awake. Whatever will happen? Short, sweet but it begs the question and people will want an answer.

And this is a pure smut fic!

But the logic of how you set up a blurb remains the same.

What’s on the can

Now this formula we’ve been discussing is solid. But you’ll notice that, at times, I don’t say things explicitly. I imply them. But my audience clearly know what I am implying and I trust that they know that.

So how much can you imply? And how do you know what you can safely imply?

Know your genre.

Whether you are writing fanfiction, original stories, romance, sci-fi or horror there is baggage that accompanies each and every one of those tags. As a fanfic writer I get to assume that my audience knows the canon. We start with that baseline understanding. Therefore, I can assume they’ll know when I’m deviating or not.

Likewise someone who reads a lot of romance knows romance tropes and common set ups. So if I say “Light didn’t expect the Shinigami King to move in with him” a seasoned romance reader knows that’s prime set up for a roommates storyline, maybe even some fake dating.

Now while you don’t want to summarize in your blurb you also don’t want to mislead. Your blurb should be a clear indication of the content of your story. This is so the people who will enjoy it can find it and read it. You don’t want to trick the wrong people into reading your story because, chances are, they’ll be unhappy.

Be honest, and know your genre.

Alternatives:

I mentioned above that you can write a good blurb with just one or two of the formula components. So what are some viable alternatives to the kind of classic blurb we’ve been discussing?

The Hook Alone

This single sentence is doing all the leg work of a 150 word blurb. I haven’t even said who’s narrating. But I’ve posed a question that will get any Death Note fan itching in their seat. They will instantly know what I’m referring to. It’s simple, it’s concise, but it opens a massive can of worms. And I can be this concise because I know my audience and my genre.

The Snippet

Now these snippets are both from early in the first chapters. And I didn’t just pick them randomly to convey the vibe or the atmosphere of the story. These snippets convey the entire premise of the story. Both stories. That’s why I chose them.

In the “Prime Suspect” example I’ve conveyed the same things I would in any classic blurb- 1. Character: L is narrating 2. Problem: Light has lost his memories but chosen to confess to being Kira 3. Stakes: If they don’t stop Kira’s plan lives will be lost

Again, these snippets come preloaded with a lot of information that fanfic readers and fans of the Death Note series will be familiar with. Knowing that means I don’t have to waste time explaining every detail. And knowing that helps me know what I can convey and imply in a single snippet. But I did have to be selective about what snippet I chose.

Snippets are great for fanfics. But there’s no reason why a snippet approach or a hook approach wouldn’t work for an original short story either. You would just have to be aware of what your audience implicitly understands and use that to your advantage.

To Avoid

Ideally your blurbs should always be short and succinct. They should be easy to follow. But there are a couple of mistakes I see people make that you should avoid.

“I suck at writing summaries” This doesn’t engender confidence in your writing abilities for an audience. But it also doesn’t give the reader’s much to go on in terms of what they might like about your stories.

I saw a great post about how people notice 100% of the mistakes we draw their attention too. Chances are people won’t know you feel uneasy about writing blurbs unless you tell them. And, secretly, everyone finds them hard. Just give it your best shot. Any blurb will be better than saying “I suck at summaries, please read anyway”.

Don’t Insult Your Readers I shouldn’t even have to say this, but I have seen it. Things like “If you appreciate real stories, not just porn, you’ll like this” or “to put it simply for anyone slow…”

These tell me that you’re a jackass. And I’m instantly turned off anything you make. Insulting someone is not a good strategy to get them to listen to you or engage with your content. It often invites people to be a lot harsher towards you than you necessarily deserve because you’ve started the interaction in an aggressive tone.

To be honest, ploys like this are often a glaring red flag for me that the author is insecure and lacks confidence. If you feel you have to insult me before I’ve even read the first chapter of your story that tells me, regardless of actual quality, that you don’t think your story is any good. Have a little more faith in yourself!

#writing #creative writing #how to #how i do it anyway #blurbs #summaries #summary

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Complete your OC Info★:

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CREDIT: @mukami-kuron-mrsadisticcat

TAGGING: @crimson-mayhem (ik u on your little break atm so don't feel pressured to do this- tagging u cuz you're the first person to come to though) @dialoveryuukos @iricathel @death-at-eve @ayamexe @smonie

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--A (APPERANCE)--

Shape of eyes? Length/style of Lashes?

𖧷ɤ— Sumire's eye shape are curved slightly downwards, they sorta have a snake eye appeal to them, or maybe a similar appeal to bats. She definitely has her fathers eyes. Her eye lashes are of far length, not too long but not too short either.

Any piercing? How many?

𖧷ɤ— Sumire has only one piercing. Which is located on her ears where she normally has earrings that are gems or diamonds on.

HAIR COLOR? WAS IT DYED BEFORE?

𖧷ɤ— Sumire has long pitch black hair with a blue hue to it. Some say it looks like your looking into a black obis.

Her hair has never been dyed, not once. If her father saw her hair any other colour then her pretty black hair he'd go livid.

DESCRIBE CASUAL OUTLOOK/OUTFIT

𖧷ɤ— Normally in dresses. Long flowy silky dresses.

For her clothes in canon- she wears a long blue dress, a white turtle neck underneath, paired with a black ribbon held together by a green jade. White tights and black dress shoes.

ANY PHYSICAL UNIQUENESS?

𖧷ɤ— If you could count her makeup as one, she has red eye shadow mascara and black eye liner with a deep red almost pink lipstick. She does however have eye bags from the lack of sleep.

Perhaps her bright green eyes.

ARE THEY CONFIDENT WITH THEIR LOOKS?

𖧷ɤ— She's quite average in confidence for her looks. She wouldn't say she's ugly, unless you asked her to but there's some days where she will sit in front of a mirror, looking at herself in disgust.

WHAT KIND OF EXPRESSION DO THEY USUALLY WEAR?

𖧷ɤ— Quite depressing tired look. Her eyebrows are turned upwards a bit and the almost empty faded out shine to her eyes will lead people to believe she's sad or anxious when she's probably thinking about a handsome boy she saw in a book.

When her face is relaxed however, she still looks a bit upset but it has more of a intimidating appeal.

--B (BOUT THEM)--

HEIGHT? WEIGHT? AGE? OCCUPATION?

𖧷ɤ— Sumire is a fairly tall slender 5'7 women, at least for standers she's considered a tall women. Sumire's pretty light, she's a average weight for a 18yr old girl however she is on the slightly more skinnier side,

Her occupation is a 3rd year highschool student.

HOW WOULD YOU DESCRIBE YOUR OCS PERSONAILITY

𖧷ɤ— Sumire's described to be quiet, comes off rather cold and is very reserved. You have to really catch her attention for her to actually greet you when she see's you.

She's sweet in general, and is in all honestly really friendly. And if you get on her good side she'd be willing to do anything for you if you order her to.

THREE HIDDEN SECERTES ABOUT THEM

𖧷ɤ— Holyyaa ever nosey. Jo.ki.in.g

She's ate a bug before.

2. When Sumire see's a blonde boy, or a incredibly cute boy and he comes to talk to her she tenses up and her entire face will look very flushed. What can I say?? She has a thing for blondes.

3. While Sumire loves all her brothers, Sumire doesn't like Shoji.

TALK ABOUT THEIR ROOM DESIGN

𖧷ɤ— Sumire room is a plain looking room, with the colour schemes of dull colours of blue, white, and greys for the walling and floor that have flower designed wallpaper.

She has big windows leading to a balcony next to her little white desk.

DO THEY HAVE SOMEONE THEY LIKE?

𖧷ɤ— Her father

Her mother, her brothers

SUBARU, unless she has her route with him, it's more admiration for them she more thinks he's 'pretty' it's not exactly romantic.

When she has her routes with one of the boys, will be the only way she'll fall in love with one of them.

DO THEY HAVE SOMEONE THEY WORSHIP?

𖧷ɤ— Kyuufu Kanashi, as in her father.

WHAT ARE THEY SKILLED IN? WHAT ARE THEY NOT SKILLED IN DOING?

𖧷ɤ— Sumire is very skilled at piano, seeing as she was taught it at a young age, she'll sometimes even create her own songs on piano! She's leased skilled in video games or dealing with any form of technology, she hasn't even seen a tv before.

--C (COMMUNITY)--

DO THEY HAVE MANY FRIENDS?

𖧷ɤ— She does have one friend, though this character shows literally no importance to her story or won't become a important character at all. But she manages to become friends with a girl who sits behind her in class. But in au's she seems to have created many.

Besides that girl and AU's, Sumire has no social life and no friends.

HOW DO THEY BEHAVE IN FRONT OF THEIR FRIENDS? HOW DO THEY BEHAVE TOWARDS STRANGERS?

𖧷ɤ— If she doesn't know you then she'll be much more reserved and a bit cold. She might tell you to just straight up leave her alone if you don't need her.

HOW DO THEY BEHAVE WITH CLOSER FRIEND (S)

𖧷ɤ— Still strange, if you're getting closer to her she may or may not begin randomly poking you or checking out your features. She won't be as reserved and less cold towards you.

HOW DO THEY BEHAVE TOWARDS BEST FRIEND (S)

𖧷ɤ— More gentle, if you've grown closer to her perhaps earned her trust, she'll become more kinder and a more open person to you.

HOW DO THEY BEHAVE TO THE ONES OLDER THEN THEM?

𖧷ɤ— A lot more respect then she gives to others. She in fact hates when people disrespect elders.

DO THEY LIKE HANGING OUTDOORS?

𖧷ɤ— After being inside her whole childhood, yes 100%. She's normally going out on a little adventure most times, so finding her in the bush chillin trust me don't get surprised.

DO THEY PREFER TO BE ALONE OR WITH A GROUP OF PEOPLE?

𖧷ɤ— Depends. But she much prefers to be alone.

--D. (DIET)--

DO THEY PREFER EATING RICE OR NOODLES?

𖧷ɤ— Hooh boy, she would have a hard time choosing between these two. If she had to pick a favourite, it would be cold sticky rice.

DO THEY LIKE SOFT DRINKS?

𖧷ɤ— Absolutely not, the fizzy and cold feeling of pops and such make her eyes squint and her throat feels funny. She prefers teas or hot drinks.

WHAT'S THEIR MOST HATED FOOD ; WHAT'S THEIR MOST FAVOURITE FOOD?

𖧷ɤ— Overly sweet stuff sweet foods in general, she gags just from the smell of them.

She likes hot foods, ones that are warm. Things that have meat and such in it, her favourite food however though is nikuman.

ARE THEY PICKY IN TERMS OF MEALS?

𖧷ɤ— She is not surprisingly, due to her limited restricted diet growing up, that she still continues to follow, when she tries something new she gets happy at the new different flavours of things.

DO THEY LIKE EATING JUNK FOOD?

𖧷ɤ— She's never eaten much junk foods, and like stated she doesn't like sweet foods. She has however tried chips and enjoys them. But she won't actively eat them often.

ARE THEY STABLE IN THE CONCEPT OF THREE MEALS A DAY? ARE THEY TAKEN REGURLARY IN TIME?

𖧷ɤ— Again, a very stern diet. So she eat at certain times and then wasn't allowed to touch anything again till her next meal. Before she moved to the Sakamaki household, she had very exact times in eating.

She slacks a lot when she lives her own home however, she isn't used to doing things on her own, and due to the fact she's a horrible cook, isn't helpful either.

DO THEY PREFER SALTY OR SWEET FOODS?

𖧷ɤ— Salty foods.

END.

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alaffy · 2 years

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Only Murders in the Building, Ep. 2x10 - I Know Who Did It (spoilers)

Holy shit! Oh, I wasn’t sure at first; but with this episode this season really did surpass the first one. Now, I will say that I did guess the murder based on the first few minutes of this episode; but just barely. They were really good putting in those last few red herrings to throw people of the trail. But I do have to ask, why wasn’t Nina apart of this episode?

We start out, unsurprisingly, finding out what Poppy/Becky’s life was like before she faked her death. And, yeah, it was pretty shitty. We also found out that she was a fan of Cinda Channing. Well, Becky decides to disappear and we see her cut off a lock of her hair (it’s the same hair that we see Kreps take out of the evidence and plant later on). And, honestly, the look on her face when she cuts her hair is a little...off.

In the next scene, we see her as Poppy for the first time. Poppy has come to Cinda in order to pitch a story about a girl missing in Oklahoma. At no time does she say that she’s Becky, just that a girl is missing. Cinda makes an offhand comment about how it would be better for the podcast if the girl was dead.

And this is where I realized that Poppy, not Cinda, was likely to be the killer. See, with the events of the last episode, I had figured that that we would find out that Cinda had found Becky when Becky was missing. That Becky was trying to escape something horrible and that Cinda helped her get away by staging her death (and as a way to “solve” the murder, by creating one); but then was using that situation into blackmailing Becky into being her assistant (or something to that effect, basically that Cinda created Poppy). However, if she met Becky as Poppy from the start, then Becky has already successfully gotten away and so why would she just blurt out the truth to Cinda?

We flash forward a bit, just as the first Only Murders podcast is wrapping up. It turns out that Cinda is upset that the trio is doing well, but she’s more upset that she hasn’t found a story that will be as popular as Not Ok. Poppy suggests the case of Rose Cooper, but Cinda makes it clear she thinks the idea is stupid. And, going back to the previous episode, the description that Rose gives can easily be used to describe Poppy as well.

Anyway, present day, Poppy meets the trio at the sandwich shop. They’re trying to get her to come up with ways to make Cinda tell the truth. Poppy gives them some ideas of things that makes Cinda upset, but also tells them she won’t confess. Poppy then has to leave to meet with Cinda, but picks up a very strange sandwich order (but it’s on the menu as the owner’s sister likes it). As she picks up the sandwich at the counter, Mabel decides to call Detective Williams. And what she finds out…well, of course they don’t tell us now, but we find out that there’s saliva on the murder weapon (probably from the sneeze) and it’s Becky’s. Also, that Bunny didn’t say 14 Savage, but 14 sandwich. Which is also the number of the sandwich that Poppy just picked up.

So, the trio invite (almost) everyone who was near to Bunny to Bunny’s apartment. The trio want them to help trick the killer into a confession; but this turns out to be a trap within a trap. Poppy and Cinda come to the apartment, where the trio promise to reveal the murder and then they go on to attack Cinda (also, at this point Alice sneaks in). Then, suddenly, Mabel stops and says that they had it all wrong. Cinda wasn’t the murderer, it was Alice. Alice killed Bunny because Bunny wouldn’t sell her the painting. At which point Alice grabs a conveniently available knife and tries to stab Mabel, but Charles pushes her out of the way and gets stabbed himself. Alice is captured by the rest of the apartment dwellers and Charles appears to die.

Meanwhile, one of the neighbors calls for an ambulance (probably, calling Detective Williams to let her know to come the apartment). Meanwhile, Cinda comforts Mabel and starts to talk about how good Mabel is at this sort of work. Now, we don’t see this happen in the episode and they don’t talk about it, but it is clear that the trio must have let Cinda in on some of what was going on when they called her. After all, when Poppy breaks down after Cinda shows attention to Mabel, Cinda doesn’t seem at all surprised that Poppy was the murder. However, and I may be misremembering this, she did seem surprised that Poppy was Becky; so obviously they didn’t tell her everything.

Anyway, when Poppy start to break down, she starts to sneeze. Oliver asks if she’s allergic to something, like the bird? Poppy gets more upset and then makes a fatal flaw. She mentions how the young girl saw the killer as they sneezed in the passageway. But no one had mentioned Lucy, so how would she know? Charles then reveals himself to be alive and Poppy realizes she’s been caught.

At this point, Williams comes bursting in and we see Kreps in handcuffs. And now we find out that, yes, Kreps did help frame the Mayor in Becky’s death to help out the woman he loved. But that woman was Poppy. And Bunny’s death? Well, that was a setup by the two as well.

To break it down. Poppy was the one who came up with the good ideas. Poppy wanted to do a podcast on Rose Cooper (and probably knew Rose was Rose) and Poppy was the one who was who was bothering Bunny for the painting. However, she had no interest in buying it. See, it seems like she planned to kill Bunny and steal the painting in order to bring Rose out of the woodwork and also to create a new podcast for Cinda. I mean, a dead woman, a missing painting, and an elderly woman who pretends to be the murdered woman’s mother only to be the artist…well, that would be an interesting podcast. Well, I mean obviously Poppy didn’t know Rose would pretend to be the mother, but she probably figured Rose would try to find out about the painting and she could lead Cinda back to Rose.

And it turns out that Poppy was the one who warned the trio to get out of the building. At least, in her confession, it does sound like Poppy didn’t intend for the trio to be involved. Of course, once they were, she just ran with it.

So, the murder is solved and time moves on. Mabel finally starts to renovate the apartment. Oscar comes clean to his son, but as far as his son is concerned Oliver is his dad. Charles’ acting career gets a jump start and he asks out the Makeup Artist. Also, Oliver is asked to direct a Broadway play.

One year later and it’s opening night. The lead actor (played by Paul Rudd!) clearly hates his costar, who turns out to be Charles. Charles tells Ben, I think that’s the character’s name, that he needs to stay away from “her” and that Charles knows what Ben did. Charles walks off stage.

We see Mabel and Oliver take their seats next to Lucy and the Makeup Artist (who’s name I need to get). They mention it’s been a crazy year, but no murders. Then, the curtain goes up and Ben dies (maybe poison?).

So, the questions are plentiful. Who was Ben to stay away from (Mabel)? What did he do? What has happened in the last year? The Makeup Artist seems to be Charles’ girlfriend, does that mean that Andrea Martin is joining the cast (pleaseohpleaseohplease!)? Also, with Ben being the one that’s murdered, does that mean Paul Rudd is going to be in a few episodes as well (and how does the man find the time)?

#only murders in the building #only murders spoilers #charles haden savage #oliver putnam #mabel mora #poppy white #cinda channing

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man you made Camelia sound really bad in your last post, but then again Camelia might have only done that because the other option was Luz being "sent away"

Also what do you think Octo folk music would sound like?

Whoops, didn't mean to paint Camila Noceda as a bad guy but yes she Really didn't have a choice here. I like more nuanced takes but Octarain society is most likely run completely by DJ Octavio which means it's probably a military state or based on a daimyo. When a military officer, that being Luz's training officer, "suggests" something as a punishment, it's Not a Suggestion. And of course, it's not like the Hpyno-shade program would be framed or pitched to Camila as a Bad Thing either. They'll help her focus and remind her what's really important. She'll be trained around other "troubled" individuals, etc., etc. The other option was They take Luz anyway.

Besides, it's not like Camila doesn't love Luz. She does! Genuinely truly loves her daughter. But she is a single widowed mother trying to provide for a kid who does HAVE Problems and Camila makes mistakes like everyone else.

I think there was a misconception in the fandom as a whole that I might make a separate post about later but the gist of it is, I think people see Camila as either this horrible inattentive mother who didn't understand her daughter...or as a paragon of motherly kindness who does her best...which, honestly? The truth is probably she's somewhere on the upper middle end of a good mother there, the two probably have a disconnect and don't communicate. It's because we saw so little interaction between Luz and her mother throughout the series. I'm excited to see what happens in season 3.

Now, there are two separate ways I can answer the folk song part of the ask. Disregarding the fact that all the "mainstream" Octoling music artists are DJs, the first way I could answer is probably the most lore-friendly to splatoon. Looking at how Octavio is presented to us throughout the game, what with his kabuto helmet and what I believe is a kimono in the sunken scroll and one of the octarian bosses being The "Octo Samurai", it's safe to assume that the octarians are coded as Japanese inspired which...has interesting...err...connotations. That we are definitely not talking about now.

Which means that octarian Folk songs are probably Japanese Folk Songs. Which, I'll admit I am not...terribly familiar with. Because that's a HUGE selection of songs and history that I'm just not familiar with.

However, this is an AU and I am more familiar (slightly) with Spanish folk songs. There is a fairly good record of Mexican folk songs by Alfonso Cruz Jimenez which has the kinda soft sound I can see singing in the quiet. But if you want specifics specifics, I can absolutely see Camilia singing Tú Eres Mi Sol as a lullaby for Luz.

Now! If we really want to pull from their Dominican roots and have more fun with it because come on, of course, we do. There is the Merengue genre which is this really fast dancing style that I would describe as high energy, it feels like it's constantly in Cut Time for any music nerds out there. Luz would like something fast and fun and be goofy too while the two danced and sang along. An example would be La Dueña Del Swing by Los Hermanos Rosario or basically anything by Joseito Mateo but I personally like Éxitos En Vivo.

Fairly certain that the last paragraph could be applied to headcanons for canon Owl House. Course they would also probably have fun singing just about anything as long as it was together. Camila seems to be, to me at least, the type of person who would sing while cooking? Luz as well now that I think of it.

Anyway, that one escaped from me haha. I think I am physically incapable of short posts! I would love to hear what people think they should listen to. Both in canon and in the Squid House AU. Haha, Luz probably has some really interesting music tastes in canon. Good Ask by the way!

#ask response #the squid house au #the owl house au #splatoon au #the owl house #splatoon #luz noceda #camila noceda #octoling #toh #hmmm urge to write about raine whispers rising...

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kpop-yapper · 1 month

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My rankings and opinions of this album:

7. My way

I've never been a big fan of this kind of song, it sits in a similar category as paradise and escape from other (G)I-DLE album which is that I like them but they don't catch my attention as much as the other songs on the album. There are a few points that the notes she hits that make me cringe slightly since I can tell she's straining slightly.

On the other hand the ending has me wanting to scream the lyrics. Even on their solo albums the (G)I-DLE endings slap and create a perfect ending for the songs.

6. Could it be

Similar to My Way, it doesn't really feel right to me. I think this song doesn't really suit Yuqi's voice as its quite high and her voice feels a bit harsh when hitting the beats of the lyrics during the verses. Overall, the aura of it feels a bit contradicting with the vocals and the instrumentals compared to how I think she wanted the aura of the song to be.

However, it has grown on me after listening to it over the last few days as I has a good beat and is a good song to vibe to on the sun.

5. Everytime (ft. MINNIE)

Honestly questioning the placement of this song. Contrary to my usual opinions to slower songs like this, I really like this song. The girls voices fit together so well especially with the difference in the pitch of their voices. I was close to tears by the time it got to the end of the song. The instrumentals and vocals fit together so perfectly like two jigsaw pieces making it itch my brain perfectly. I could probably fall asleep to this song with the calming vibes it gives.

4. Drink it up (ft. pH-1)

The chorus of this song me vibing immediately. I be swaying to it hard, I could have a full jam session to this song alone. The way the bridge built up to the final chorus was perfect. The first verse felt slightly lacking compared to the rest of the song but the instrumental pause and then into the first chorus got me sucked right in. pH-1's rap verse is perfect as it doesn't feel out of place like some featurings do and it adds to the overall vibe and message of the song so well as well as his adlibs in the last chorus as well.

3. FREAK

This is such a great title track. The vibes are fun, the lyrics are probably my favourite lyrics on the album (giving lesbian coded), the vocals make me wanna scream along to them, the raps are a perfect fit for the rest of the song and make me wanna boogy a long with it. Overall, I love this song and it has flown up to one of my favourite title tracks ever. I haven't watched the music video yet but from the previews and samples I've seen it looks hella fun!

2. Red Rover

I FUCKING LOVE THIS. Had me dancing front the first note. The sass in her voice and the lyrics had me giggling and kicking my feet. The instrumentals are so fun and give the perfect balance of vibey but still low enough to be carried by the vocals.

The whispering parts itch my brain in just the right way. Yuqi's vocals fit perfectly with this song, the harsh punches in her voice hit the beat so well and they just overall carried the song so well. Love the dark vibes of it, reminds me of Villain Dies from the I NEVER DIE album which is my favourite song on that album. Was so close to having this tying with On Clap as my number 1 on this album (it may over take it at this point)

1. On Clap (ft. Lexie Liu)

There is one word that I would use to describe this song, CUNT. Both of them be serving so hard, got me shaking ass with its amazing beat and the bouncy instrumentals. The giggle starting the song immediately tells the person listening what kind of song this is going to be. The raps give sass and cunt and the small vocal bits do an amazing job of bringing the song down momentarily yet still keeping the vibes of the song.

Overall this album as so good and vibey and in my opinion one of the best solo debuts ever. I'm gonna be listening to this on repeat for the next few months definitely.

#kpop #gidle #(g)i dle #gidle yuqi #yuqi #song yuqi

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basilsmells · 3 months

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I have no title for this, however I'm in a discord server for a show that I'm voice acting in (check out the teaser trailer here!), where we've been kind of playing out different parts of the lore with our own characters. In addition to this, I've been writing little lore tidbits for the characters that I created, and this is one of them! Feedback is very welcome.

Warning for course language.

Also, just a note, this has nothing to do with the show, but rather the character.

In the midst of light rain and the chatter of at least 1000 people, the sounds of Big Ben ticking onto 12 rang through the school yard. Tuqa thought they were used to it by now, but it still sent a shiver up their spine. Although, that may also have been Matthias spooking them. They thought they were used to that, too.

'I scared you again? You're one easy nut to crack, y'know that, Tuq?' he chuckled, slumping down on the ground next to them and tossing his arm around their shoulder. 'What're you doing?'

'Shh!,' Tuqa hissed in reply, pressing their finger to his lips haphazardly. A better way to describe it would be that they put a finger on their cheek, however Matthias shuffled it over to his lips before it had to matter. 'I'm watching.'

'Watching what?' he asked, his voice slightly muffled by their finger.

'The little twat with the braids!'

Across the yard was indeed, a "twat" with braids. A dark-skinned, blonde-haired girl, who looked to be the same age as Tuqa and Matthias, was chatting with another girl, laughing and tossing her hair and looking like she was being filmed for stock footage. Tuqa's nose wrinkled.

Matthias kissed their finger and took their hand from his face, instead intertwining his fingers with theirs. 'Ah, the good ol' arch nemesis!' he announced, his voice carrying a certain grandeur. Tuqa scoffed.

'She's not my arch nemesis! She just happened to be hitting on my girlfriend while we were still dating and then jumped the moment she broke up with me, which was probably because of her too.'

Matthias raiaed his eyebrows, giving Tuqa a 'really?' look. They just scoffed and shook their head, although a small smile did pull at the corners of their lips.

'Whatever, Adeline is not my nemesis. I could have a civil conversation with her if I wanted to!,' they argued, shaking their head and leaning back against the tree they were sat under. A drop of rain landed on their nose, causing them to flinch. Matthias just chuckled and wrapped both his arms around them, resting his head on top of theirs.

'I'd say you only hate her because you've still got the hots for your ex, but that would be bad news for me so I think it's best not to think about it, yeah?,' he commented. Tuqa smiled.

'She may still be hot, but that doesn't mean I like her still,' they rebuted, tilting their head up. 'I only like one person, and that's you... sometimes.'

'Sometimes?,' he gasped, a look of melodramatic horror on his face. 'You wound me, sweetheart, truly.'

'You know what I mean,' Tuqa snickered. 'Sometimes you say stupid stuff, like "your arch-nemesis", and I both simultaneously love you less and want to hit you,' they explained, pulling their best impression of Matthias, which made him laugh.

'Since when were your words so harsh?'

'Since I met you and started becoming you.'

'I don't know if I want to date myself, honestly.'

'Ah, well, too late now. You're already attached to me, I know it.'

'That may be true, but I think I could probably break myself off eventually. One chip at a time.'

'Don't tease me,' Tuqa snorted, pulling the brunette into a tight squeeze.

From in front of them came another startling sound. A pair of high-pitched giggles, although one seemed half-hearted.

'PDA isn't very flattering, Tuqa, especially for you,' one voice hissed, it's Welah accent thick. Tuqa sighed and let go of Matthias, pulling their knees up to their chest.

'Teasing the foreign exchange student isn't very flattering either, Adeline, and yet you do it so readily it's almost like you want your friends to think you're racist.'

Adeline screwed up her nose. 'It's not about your culture, it's about your manners. No one wanted to see you get to second base in public before, and they don't want to see it now.'

'You're not very good at hiding jealousy, are you?' Tuqa huffed in reply.

'Why would I be jealous? I never had to settle for second best because my girlfriend fell in love with someone else.'

As Adeline's smirk grew, Tuqa's smile fell. They could never tell if she was being serious, but they wouldn't put it past her. She played dirty. Tuqa's gaze flicked to the girl with Adeline for a beat, a guilty expression worm on her face.

Adeline laughed after a beat of silence. 'Then again, I never did what you did, Sahli. Toodaloo!'

As they walked away, Tuqa let out a heavy sigh.

'What a bitch,' Matthias muttered, glancing back at Tuqa once Adeline was out of sight. 'You okay?'

'Yeah, yeah-,' they breathed, taking a breath. 'You know, when we broke up, Emilia went off at me for doing all these things, and as she did, the only thing I could think about was how I had no idea what she was talking about. Adeline made all that shit up, I know she did.'

Matthias was silent for a moment, gazing out at the courtyard as the rain grew heavier still.

'Even if she did,' he sighed, turning to Tuqa. 'We have no proof. Besides, if she told all that shit to everyone, we'd know by now. It was probably just Emilia, yeah?'

Tuqa nodded slowly. 'Yeah...'

Quickly, they spun to face him. 'Also, by the way,' they mentioned. 'You're not "second best".'

'Don't worry,' Matthias chuckled, pressing a gentle kiss on their forehead. 'I know.'

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