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popquizhot-shot · 5 months

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Magic

Moon Boys x reader<3

summary: you were married to Jake and after the events of moonknight, the boys get to know of jake and of you. Steven adores you but Marc just sees you as a friend. Right?

A/N: okay the timeline is a bit wonky but here's what i thought while writing the fic. Jake dated you for a year and a half before putting a ring on it. And you've been married for three years. You met Steven and Marc a year ago and have been dating Steven for eight months. Marc became friends with you a month after meeting you. please comment and reblog if you liked it!

Warnings: angst, hurt/comfort

@jake-g-lockley

Marc was a lot of things. Pig-headed, stubborn, horrible at communication, a fighter. But he wasn't arrogant He could admit it when he didn't know something.

But right now he knew one thing and one thing only, that Jake was a prime idiot.

Marc stayed in the background when Jake was fronting around you, most of the time. Not always, of course. He wasn't a perv and one to to intrude between a husband and a wife. But he knew you. So did Steven, and you knew them.

He'd considered you his friend. Maybe one of his best, just months after meeting you. You and him shared many a night after Jake's missions talking and watching movies, when your husband was knocked out. You made him fall in love with chai, something that knocked Steven's socks off and he'd taught you the basics of baseball so you weren't clueless when you watched baseball with him.

It wasn't always so nice.

"You're married?!"

"Yeah, what's your problem with that?" Jake had become defensive, he wouldn't let Marc or Steven breathe a single ill word towards you.

"No, it's no problem at all, pal." Marc seethed, outraged, "except for the fact that I was married to Layla! God what if she almost say you when we were married? No wonder it ended!"

"Fuck off, man. You know full well why your marriage didn't work out with Layla. And unlike her, I told my lady fucking everything. She knows everything, from the cave to the sarcophagus. So she knew what to do and what to be careful of, including you. So don't blame my marriage for the reason yours didn't work out."

This was when Steven had interjected, he was unsurprisingly on Jake's side.

"He's right, Marc. If his wife knows everything then you can't blame him, and it's honestly rather mean and unfair of you to be angry at someone you haven't even met."

It took a few hours for Marc to calm down, and actually, apologise to Jake.

Hesitantly, Jake offered, "Y'know, if you want you can meet her. She practically knows everything about you and uh, Steven's most probably seen her around. She goes to the museum every week."

"Wait a minute! That lady with the Van Gogh tote bag?"

"Yup."

"Oh wow! She's really sweet, and beautiful! Hell, mate. You scored."

Jake had to smile at that, he knew he scored with you. For the longest time he felt like you were too good for him and that someone as kind, clever, intelligent and beautiful as you shouldn't have had to settle for someone like him. But you'd kiss away every ill thought he had about himself and reassure him. Communication was a very, very vital and important part of the relationship and you had helped him learn that it wasn't selfish to voice his thoughts. Especially because he put everyone's needs before his for so long.

"I know, man."

Steven had readily agreed to front and meet you, and Marc was okay with being co-conscious during the interaction as well. So on one fine day, Jake had brought them to the house he considered his home. He worked to contribute to it's rent, and buy things for it and for you. It was home, after all. You were his home.

Marc didn't know what to expect but when Jake had stepped in and hung his jacket on the stand and taken his shoes off, footsteps could be heard running from the main bedroom and he saw you running straight into Jake's arms. Jake laughed wildly, picking you up and twirling you around, much to your delight as you kissed the life out of him.

When he put you down, he could get a clear glimpse of you. Your hair was messy and your t-shirt was rumpled. And when he saw you smile he knew why Jake had fallen in love with you. Why Steven thought you were beautiful and sweet. Verything about you screamed, home.

Your greeting to Jake threw both the boys off, "Who the fuck are you?"

Jake smirked, "The fuck you mean, ma?"

"I mean, who." you poked him once, "are." twice, "you?" thrice and Jake started giggling. Fucking giggling like some little schoolgirl. You laughed too, and hugged him tight.

"Hey, baby." he kissed your forehead and you smiled.

"Hi." you kissed his nose.

"I have two guys who'd like to meet you."he raised his eyebrows.

Your jaw dropped a little, "For real? Wait, you're being serious, you're not screwing with me?"

"Why would I screw with you, when I could just screw you?"

The men in his head and you all let out a simultaneous groan.

Steven met you first, and it went swell, you'd both bonded over history and literature. And a love for Taylor Swift. But that was a secret. You liked him a lot and he positively adored you.

Marc, on the other hand, was much more closed off, he'd be polite, but he'd be curt as well. A combination you didn't know was possible.

After a few weeks of trying to bond with him, resulting in almost a small meltdown. It had taken Jake being knocked out after a mission and being too tired to eat to actually get him to talk to you over a meal.

It was one of the best things he'd eaten in his goddamn life and the groan he'd let out after the first bite brought a laugh out of you.

So yes, Marc would consider you one of his best friends. Steven and you had started going out with each other a few months ago and it was going so well.

But not Marc.

Because he didn't like you like that.

Of course not, you were his friend.

You were his friend who made him laugh because you had the same dark sense of humour. You hugged him when he needed one but was too uptight to ask you. You, who googled the Cubs and learnt everything you could about them just so you could talk to him as well, the way you talked to Steven about Jane Austen and the Indus Valley.

He didn't know when it became something more to him.

And he didn't see how you'd look him at him when he laughed, or when he was focused on the TV, or when he made you tea the way you liked it, Jake had taught him how to do that.

No, to him, you were just his best friend.

And you were currently crying your eyes out because Jake and you had gotten into a huge fight. He'd missed your anniversary because of a mission and he was working with Hathor's avatar. He failed to mention the part where he was forced to pretend they were a thing to prevent being caught and you'd caught him smelling of her perfume and gotten rightfully furious.

Not because of her, but because he didn't tell you that it had been happening for a few days. That the week he'd spent away from you, he'd had to pretend he was someone else's and he was too scared to tell you. That's why you were mad, because you thought he didn't trust you.

You'd raised your voice as he turned his back on you and he turned around, face contorted in rage. Steven tried calming him down as he stalked over to you. You stood your ground, Jake would never lay a hand on you. You knew that. But it was what he said, that broke you.

"You're being a fucking nuisance. Instead of trying to understand, you're being more of a burden by finding shit to get mad at. Grow the fuck up."

That prime ass had the audacity to call you a burden. A nuisance.

And then he had the fucking nerve to leave and complete his mission and give control to Marc. Steven had chewed the fuck out of him and Marc would have loved to as well, but he needed to see you. See if you were okay.

As soon as he stepped in, he saw you on the sofa, rapidly wiping your tears away. You sagged again when you knew it was him. Somehow you always knew.

He furrowed his eyebrows at your disheveled state. Your eyes were swollen and wet with tears and you were breathing very heavily and in quick spurts.

"What do you need?" Marc asked you, sitting down beside you.

"C-can I have" you coughed, "a hug, Marc?" you said in a small voice, looking away.

Marc immediately moved to hug you close. Shushing you when you began to cry again.

What hurt was that he knew, and Jake knew, and Steven knew that you hated being a burden or an inconvenience to anyone. And today, the one man you trusted the most in this world had made you feel like that. And he couldn't even apologize.

'Jake you fucking idiot.' he rocked you a little, 'you better come out and fix this. she may be our friend but this is because of you, fix this.'

Jake remained silent in the reflection of the mirror next to the door. He looked wrecked at seeing you sob, and tears were falling down his own eyes.

'Mate.' Steven spoke up, he sounded mad, 'You made our girl cry. Stop being a fucking coward and fix this!'

When he was met with silence, Steven seethed, 'Marc, gimme the body.'

You knew exactly when it was Steven hugging you, and you kissed his cheek and breathed him in.

"Oh, love." he tried to comfort you, "I'm sorry. You're not a burden, I promise you." he kissed your forehead.

"I know that, Steven. I know I'm not a burden to you. I'm scared I'm becoming one to him. He doesn't even want to look at me!" you sniffed.

Steven glared at Jake in the mirror, who was wiping away his own tears.

Steven and Marc knew why Jake was so worked up. They knew that whoever Jake and Hathor's avatar was after called their bluff. They knew that those people had found the woman's partner and Jake was terrified for you and he couldn't even tell you because he never, ever wanted to be the reason for any feeling you had that wasn't bliss, happiness, content, or pleasure. And because he was sure he could find those assholes and beat the living shit out of them for even thinking of harming you.

But it wasn't their place to tell you, that much was apparent. Jake dug his grave, and then jumped into it. He had to crawl out of it on his own now.

"I just want to be someone he's happy to be with." you whisper and that's when Jake straightened up, heartbroken.

"Give me the body, hermano."

"All yours."

Only Jake scrunched the back of your shirts when he hugged you and you moved to hug him tightly as he whispered apologies in your ear.

"Baby, I'm sorry, I'm so fucking sorry I made you feel like you were a burden and that I was anything but fucking delighted to be with you." he kissed your nose and then told you everything. Looking away because he was scared.

"I didn't tell you at first because I didn't want to just say that I had to pretend I was dating someone else and then fuck off for a week. I made a mistake in assuming that'd you get mad and it's because if I was in your place, I would be. But you're stronger than me, tesoro, and I failed to see that and I'm so sorry."

"Baby, I forgive you." you replied and he breathed out a sigh of relief, "But please, don't keep stuff like this in, okay? You can trust me, you know that."

He nodded fiercely and then he kissed you. Noses nudging and lips parting as he breathed you in like you were his lifeline, and he yours. He cupped your face and held you tight against him and when he pulled away you smiled at him, your eyes shining.

Steven fronted again with a little smile and you kissed him lovingly with a whispered 'i love you'. He just winked at you and kissed the back of your hand and then your forehead again before Jake took back control and carried you to the bed, kissing you deeply all the way.

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Marc was fine, no he just needed a glass of water. He'd carefully rolled off the bed, thankful that he was at least wearing sweatpants and padded to the kitchen.

He should have known that you were a light sleeper.

"Marc." you began, your voice raspy.

He hummed in reply and held out his glass to you. You accepted it and drank your fill, giving it back to him.

After a few more moments of silence, you spoke up, "I thanked Steven for comforting me. But I didn't thank you." you cleared your throat, "Thank you, Marc." you said, sincerely, "You're one of my best friends."

Marc smiled at you. Actually smiled. And you smiled back and kept going, "And Jake and Steven know this and are okay with it so I-"

"You don't have to thank me, honey." he patted your shoulder, trying to conceal his tears as he looked away because god he was dumb. Dumb enough to realize now, that he loved you, "I'm glad I'm your friend."

To him, you were everything. You were sunrays and moonbeams and everything that he believed was magical as a boy. Everything he stopped believing in as he grew up. The first time you made him laugh and joined him he felt sure that magic existed after all, because what else could you be?

He tried walking past you but you held his hand and he froze, tears streaming down his cheeks.

You walked over to him and held his face in your hands. His eyes shut as you wipe away his tears. And he whimpered as you kissed his forehead.

"Marc. Open your eyes and look at me." you said softly.

He was terrified. That you'd seen past his mask and were going to let him down gently. Because to you, what could he be? Certainly nothing more than a friend.

"Sweetheart. Please."

When his eyes finally opened, they met yours.

"Marc. I fucking love you." you confessed and he let out a sob. Pulling you into a tight hug.

"I love you. God I love you so much, Sweetheart." he says into your hair, kissing all over your face, but not your lips.

"Can I kiss you?" you asked him, looking at him with those beautiful eyes of yours.

He nods and your hands travel to his locks and pull them lightly as you bring your lips to his own. Humming sweetly as he wraps his arm around you and licks into you.

Yes, he reasons yet again as you hold his face in your hands and smile at him, magic does exist. And it's in his arms. He loves it and so do the men in his head who cheer for him, albeit sleepily, looking at you lovingly.

And they'd never let you go.

#jake lockley x reader #steven grant x reader #marc spector x reader #moon knight x reader #jake lockley angst #marc spector angst #moon knight angst #moon knight #marvel cinematic universe #oscar isaac x reader

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antiwhores · 1 month

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My king ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

King!Bakugou x servant!reader

I’m on break rn but its Bakugou’s birthday so heres this for you guys. I haven’t wrote anything this long in a HOT minute. only ogs remember when I used to write more than just drabbles

Learning not to feel self conscious about every move you made around King Katsuki was like learning to walk again.

You had to be perfect, everyone had to be perfect with the King’s temper. If a plate broke, you’d be shamed and degraded until you were holding back improper tears to avoid more degration, then you’d be fired and kicked to the curb. If you messed up an order, say goodbye to the kingdom cause you’re banished. And if you even showed the slightest disrespect then plan your funeral in the next 20 seconds because you’re dead.

Atleast, that’s what everyone told you when you first started your job as King Katsuki’s personal servant.

So far, you have not been degraded to salty tears when dropping a plate. You get a simple, “Tch, stupid woman.” As you apologize profusely and bow down to the man.

You had not been banished for messing up an order. During a quiet afternoon one week, you were flustered. You had bills to pay, a close friend just died, you needed to restock grocery, and you had gotten 3 hours of sleep from all the crying over your friend. He noticed your puffy eyes and unusually sluggish frame. He spoke nothing about it. But when you gave him peach tea instead of chai he didn’t make too much of a scene. He mearly asked, rudely of course, what was wrong with you; he scoffed at your excuse.

And he definitely didn’t have you hanged when a groan threw itself out of your mouth when he bitched about you being absent yesterday. He only made you get on your knees as he grabbed your face and made you apologize and beg for forgiveness. It sounds harsh but considering his reputation, you were called extremely lucky.

The other staff said that he’d taken a liking to you. They always sent you out to take care of his needs when he was in a pissy mood cause you had a better chance at living than the average servant.

You didn’t speak much unless directly told to. Its how you were trained. He didnt talk much either but he would ask you casual questions sometimes, like you’re anything but an ant in this heirchy.

“Oi.”

You gracefully turned around to face him and bowed down. “Yes, your grace?”

He clicks his tongue at your formality. “Stop it with the your grace and shit. Are you beheld yet?”

You softly shake your head, trying not to show your surprise at the intimate question. “No, your majesty.”

You feel embarrassed telling him your status. Usually girls around here would be married at 17 but here you are still single.

He seems pleased at that, “Why?”

You shrug as if the answer is simple. “I haven’t found someone who I can holeheartedly call my beloved.”

He starts to get nicer to you after that. He makes sure you eat and orders you to tell him (in detail) about your day.

No one is allowed in the King’s room. He says if he wants to clean it, he’ll do so himself. And no one dares to step foot into his den and you are not an exception.

You are still scared when he tells you to run him a bath in his room. You had to conform with him so many times that you invoked him to snapping on you.

His room reked of him. It was intoxicating.

You forced yourself to disregard everything around you in fear that if you looked up from your shoes you wouldn’t be able to control yourself from snooping.

You allowed yourself to look up when you reached his enormous bathroom. Did one person really need a bathroom the size of your house? It wasn’t your place to say so you began to prepare a bath.

Just as you were done you went to head out only to be stopped by the King himself.

“Where ya headed?”

You almost screamed from being startled so badly.

“I’ve prepared your bath, my king. I figured I should head out now.”

You wait for his word to leave but it never comes.

“Stay.” He commands.

“But-“

“Are you arguing with me?”

You definitely were not. You just thought that he didn’t understand that you were done and he didn’t need you anymore. But as he began to strip down in your silence, you realized he understood fully.

You turned a full 180 degrees around to avoid disrespecting him. A lowly servant like you shouldn’t have the privilege of seeing a king indecent. Even if you have grown found of him, you need to respect your place.

You hear the water splash as he gets in.

“Come.”

“What?”

“Get in with me.”

“But sir-“

“Do we need to correct that attitude? Arguing with the King isn’t smart.”

He doesn’t know what he’s asking, you thought as your cheeks grew red. Your body moved on its own as you began to strip down. You couldn’t disobey the king, not that you wanted to. You’ve always had a thing for him. From his biceps to his booming personality.

You suddenly feel subconscious with his eyes on you. He licks his lips, or did he? You have to be dreaming right now.

But you’re not dreaming, his hand dragging you on top of him in the bath isn’t a dream. And its definitely not a dream when your hand try to find something to stable itself and end up on his shoulders.

“You know, I’m quite fond of you.”

He strokes up and down your sides before moving onto your arms. The waters warm but it feels like its boiling against your skin. He smells so good and he feels so… hard?

Hard, against your thigh. You blush a deep red. He looks down with you.

“Like what you see, yeah?”

Fuck, it was big. You expected him to be big, but you hadn’t comprehended how that would feel inside someone.

“Wanna sit on it?”

You didn’t even realize you were now straddling him. You didn’t know if you moved of if he had moved you. All you know is that your here now and its taking everything in you to not grind against him without permission.

Lustful eyes meet lustful eyes. He gives you silent permission with a nod of his head so you began to grind your pussy against his cock in a desperate attempt to get rid of the heat in your belly.

His head is thrown back, “Just like that…”

You grinded until you could find the angle to catch your clit against him. The water was splashing back and forth against the tub. Your pussy clenched against nothing and it drove you crazy.

Just as you were about to cum, he stilled your hips with both hands.

You whined, “My king-“

“It’s Katsuki.”

“I couldn’t possibly call the king by his first name as a commoner.”

“Then it’s a good thing you’re not a commoner anymore, my queen.”

Before you could even begin to comprehend what he was alluding to, he slammed his cock inside you and thrusted into you at a wild pace.

You gripped his shoulders to study yourself, the stretch being painful but quickly residing into pleasure.

“Fuck!” He hissed through his teeth. He just got in and he’s already ready to cum. You felt so good, nothing like anything he’s had before. He was ready to make you queen before hand but now he’s ready to make a heir to the throne.

Your head dove into his shoulders, it was too much and it felt too good. You felt the knot in your stomach tighten. He grabbed you by your hair and shoved you against his lips.

“Wanna cum inside, that okay?”

He was gonna do it even if you said it wasn’t so you didn’t bother responding. You were too focused on meeting his thrusts anyway.

His cock pulsed inside of you, his hands marking your back up with scratched and vice versa.

The coil inside you snapped and you came on his cock with a scream. He followed shortly after you with an uncharacteristic moan.

His ropes of cum filled you up until his body relaxed against you.

Water was everywhere, on the walls and the floor. It would take a lot to clean up but you couldn’t focus on that right now.

“Does this mean you like me?”

“I just said I was making you queen, fuckin’ dumbass.”

#bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki #mha x reader #bakugou headcanons #katsuki x reader #bakugou imagine #bakugo x reader #bakugou smut #bakugou thirst #mha smut

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fizzlo-and-the-cubes · 4 months

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alr to help with the Great QSMP Content Drought of 2024 im gonna empty all the death family headcanons in my brain onto this tumblr dot com post

all these are cubitos unless stated otherwise btw i just didnt want to go through and indicate every name lmao

(also to my qpr deathduo homies (luv yas) I'm a bit of a romantic pissa truther so be warned about that)(but i also suck at writing romance so it's pretty subtle also most of these are about chayanne)

remember last year when Chayanne was almost always asleep because the admin was too busy? i think that his ties to death pulled his conscious into Kristin's domain whenever he slept, so he just spent his time chilling over there (i simply choose to ignore the fact that she isn't canon)

Tallulah can clearly see and hear spirits, all her brother can see are blurry figures and the occasional whisper

Chay's wings started growing feathers very early on, Phil had to pretend he had no idea where they came from whilst also assuring a heavily sobbing Missa that he didn't cheat on him

no one has known fear like a fed worker that tried to touch Chayanne's wings in the early days and almost lost their hands to a newly-grounded crow

unrelated to that Philza Minecraft puts the 'death' in 'death-glare'

Chayanne's first attempts of jumping off the wall on day one were baby-crow instincts but after that he was just doing it for his dads' reactions

Chayanne knows the blade, but he knows strategy far better - both draw blood in the end, regardless

Juanaflippa was the best at swimming, then Leonarda, then Chayanne

when they learn to fly, Chayanne is the best, then Tallulah, then Pomme

Leonarda wonders why bother flying when she has a cloud to do it for her

Chayanne wants to fly just as much as Tallulah, but she's more vocal about it since her brain is experiencing crow instincts for the first time

Phil taught Pomme how to aim

Phil has dreamed about his kids in his hardcore world more than once

Richarlyson was the one who cut Tallulah's hair short (THANK GOD HE DIDN'T LEARN FROM MIKE)

Tallulah often put flowers in her hair when it was longer, so she sneaks some into everyone else's now that its short

Chayanne can summon his mask over his face (like the Visoreds from Bleach. this is because i like Bleach and will put as many references as i want)

Phil acts more short-tempered than before, and the roses have started to wilt

upon arriving on a reset island, Phil finds Missa hanging off of a rose branch

i hc Missa's face to be similar to bad's since they're both reapers (so a black void with two white eyes and nothing else) but instead of horns Missa has flowy, almost mist-like hair that fades to cyan at the ends

Phil saw it for the first time at the prison when Missa's mask and hood slipped off in his sleep (entirely Chayanne's fault) and was completely normal about it end definitely went back to sleep and didn't stay up staring between Missa's hair and the ceiling.

upon stealing a kiss from Missa, Quackity had to sit down for a few minutes because he couldn't comprehend the texture of Missa's face

Phil was fine tho. he's kissed death plenty of times

#qsmp #pissa #just a tad #qsmp philza #qsmp chayanne #qsmp tallulah #qsmp missa #qsmp death family #can you tell i like the bird instincts bird man #can you tell why my favourite egg is

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pandorasworkshop · 9 months

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💀Pick a Poisonous Flower - Pick a Card

Pandorasworkshop

Pick a poisonous flower to find out who's your hidden enemy?

Datura Foxglove Belladonna

Datura

Datura is a hellish plant that can bring about nightmarish hallucinations and dehydrate your body past no return.

Cards: queen of cups, devil, death, king of pentacles, moon, eight of pentacles .

Readings: Be careful of a blonde? women who you may work with or go to school with. She is highly manipulative and has a sweet girl act down to every last detail. She's convinced the people around her of this act as well. This person may be jealous of your success, hard work, talent and patience. They may want to push you out of your position, get you fired in the worst case scenario, get your promotion or steal your light. Be careful not to tell people too much jealous eyes can give you bad luck. Your advice is king of pentacles which means someone in your higher up will help you but first you need to balance yourself. Do not react to anything. I can see this person using your anxiety/depression/paranoia against you. Stay calm and collected. This person is really obsessive. She may even try to take your ideas and pass them off as hers. Make sure things are in writing always. Be very careful. These cards are heavy major arcana.

Signs: rainbows, number 8, magic 8 ball, masquerade mask, growing pains, scones, chai tea, wanting to cut your hair, police sirens, cold beer.

Foxglove

Foxglove is a poisonous plant that it's affects are similar to that of a cardiac arrest. It's called foxgloves because it was thought to be fairies gloves.

Cards: Seven of pentacles, three of cups reversed, nine of swords, nine of cups

Reading: You have a lot of envy for simply being yourself. Someone in your friend group is really jealous of you and may be unintentionally sending you negative energy your way through the evil eye. All the cards in this reading are minor arcana so I feel like this person won't do anything really impactful? Or anything that will make a dent in you. They are jealous of how happy you seem in yourself and how you seem to persevere through things. You have confidence that they don't have and it causes them to be self conscious. Your energy may be picking up on this if you are highly intuitive and it makes you feel worried almost but don't be. Your advice is to cleanse yourself and any gifts you may get and stay protected however you may do that. Your guides got yoy

Signs: gigs, snow, thunderstorms, starting your period, icicles, haunted houses, fairy themed stuff, feeling sick to your stomach, warm cup of tea, brown boots, brown sugar, angel statues.

Belladonna

Belladonna is a poisonous plant that if ingested can cause lethargy and comas if ingested. It got it's name from 'beautiful' and 'woman' because it used to be made into a topical cosmetic foundation and increased pupil size. Obviously this has been out of practice now.

Cards: Three of cups, three of swords, judgement and five of pentacles

Reading: You may have broken someone's heart or broken off a friendship. This person feels veryyy resentful of you. Even if you were just asserting your boundaries. You may actively know this person dislikes you but may not think they are wanting to see your downfall but this person is very much in their emotions and feels very hurt by just your presence. They may try to use your past against you like past trauma, occupations or things you've done when you were younger. They are beating a dead horse and I feel as if this person will get tired of it eventually. They could even be a step sibling? Whoever this person is they can't take no for an answer and aren't the type person you want in your life.

Signs: Romeo and Juliet, Wattpad fanfics, opera, Chocolate cake, crepes, feeling really hungry, parrots, 421, 444, journaling, listening to classical or instrumental music.

#tarotblr #pick a pile #tarot pick a pile #pick a photo #pick a picture #pick a card #tarot tips #tarot witch #tarot reading #tarot cards #tarot #witchblr #witchcraft #folk magic #spellwork #divination

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the-cookie-of-doom · 5 months

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Little bit of trans!Kim smut to start the new year <3

“Are you sure about this?” Chay asks. He’s sweet, all big brown eyes and unsure little smile, like he doesn’t have his hand halfway down Kim’s pants.

Kim, splayed out beneath Chay on the couch with one leg hitched up around his waist and both arms around his shoulders, drags him into a kiss. It’s enough of an answer that it makes Chay shudder. He dips his hand lower, until his fingers brush the gathering wetness between Kim’s legs.

“Oh, P’Kim,” he whispers. “Can I—”

“Yes.” Kim cants his hips up, letting his head fall back onto the cushions when Chay lightly, so lightly brushes against his clit. It’s a heady, torturous feeling. He pushes on Chay’s hand, guides him lower. “C’mon,” he urges. Chay bites his lip as he slides one finger into him.

“Wow, you’re—you’re really wet, P’Kim.”

“Mhmm.” He is so unbelievably turned on, and Chay is so shy, kind of just… sitting there, knuckle-deep in Kim’s cunt. He tries thrusting in and out a few times, but the angle is awkward. It can’t be good for his wrist. Kim shimmies his pants down his thighs—and the action lets him grind against Chay’s hand, too, pleasure licking up his spine—then nudges Chay into action. “Don’t be shy, you’re not going to hurt me.”

“Are you sure? It’s—you’re so tight.” Chay sounds delightfully bewildered. Kim wants to throw him down and ride him so bad. Patience, though.

“I promise,” Kim tells him, smiling, because really, Chay is too good for him, and Kim doesn’t know how he got this lucky. “I’ll tell you if you do. Okay?”

“Okay.”

Chay settles into his space between Kim’s legs. He pumps a finger inside him a few times, still looking overwhelmed, like he’s the one getting fucked, then takes Kim’s cue to add a second. Kim sighs as it slides into him; it’s tighter than he was with just one, pulling at his walls. It doesn’t hurt, exactly, but it’s a delicious little strain. He doesn’t do this often. Prefers to abuse his clit for the fast orgasms when he wants to get off. But he wants Chay inside him, and that’s something he’ll need to warm up to first.

“Is this okay, P’Kim?”

“Curl your fingers a little bit when you pull them out—yeah, like that, so good,” Kim murmurs. Warm pleasure coils in his belly. He flexes into Chay’s hand, grinding against him, encouraging. “Do that again.”

Chay does. Happy for the direction, he smooths his fingers back in, nice and flat, and curls them as he drags them back out, scraping against that rough palate that makes Kim’s blood pulse.

“P’Kim, can I…”

“Hm?”

“I want—I want to kiss you?” He sinks his fingers in deep and skims his thumb over Kim’s sensitive clit. “Here. If that’s okay?”

“Yes.”

Chay melts onto the floor. Kim kicks off his shoes so that Chay can strip his pants and boxers the rest of the way off his legs, which are then spread around Chay’s shoulders. Chay settles between them like he belongs, like the space was made for him—Kim really doesn’t want to ever let him leave.

Chay is just as slow and sweet here as he has been all night, laying distracted kisses along Kim’s inner thigh as he stares, right at the core of him. Kim would be self-conscious if Chay didn’t look like he was having some kind of religious experience.

Instead he threads his fingers into Chay’s air and gives it a little tug. It’s all the encouragement Chay needs to lean in and press his mouth against Kim, a soft little kitten lick between his folds that makes Kim shudder.

“Oh,” Chay whispers. “You taste so sweet, P’Kim.” Chay is going to kill him, Kim thinks. Thankfully the boy stops talking, then, turning his attention instead to ravishing him. He slides his hands up Kim’s thighs to spread him open with his thumbs, allowing his tongue to delve inside where he’s hot and wet and aching with need.

#cookie writes #kimchay #this is part of the first chapter of my attic wife fic lol #before Kim gets attic wife'd #just having a very nice time with his sweet new boyfriend #no angst here nothing to see move along now #(Chay isn't the one that does the attic wifing btw dw)

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yzashaven · 9 months

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This is less of a request and more of a thirst over Scaramouche lmao I just wanna know how you feel about this

Trans!(afab)Scara

God damn I’m so ddvsiysosgsisysisbsn

I just love the idea of afab Scara I cannot wrap my head around why I like it sm, like I just wanna eat him out and see him squirming under me 🤭

like I am normally a connoisseur of Dom Scara… but like when he’s written with a pussy- I just wanna see him squirming under reader….

I also really like the idea of him being self-conscious about not having a dick so I can just like eat him out and praise him… god damn

Also… I literally made a chai bot so I could act out the scenario because I can’t write for shit….

I wasn’t sure if I should even submit this but I’m doing it anyways

(I’ve never done this b4 please excuse me if I do it wrong)

trans afab!scara is so wahwhhdwh I AGREE WITH YOU SO MUCH

like just imagine the whimpers and moans that he'd let out as you eat him out delightfully, bonus points if you're fingering him at the same time hitting all the right spots that send his mind and body to go crazy until he's practically a whole mess underneath you from your touch <3

also would 100% comfort him whenever he's feeling insecure about being dickless like baby i'd still love you whether you have one or not ☹️

literally so cute and submissive!!!!!

#☾★ kuni »#scaramouche smut #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x you #scaramouche x y/n #genshin smut #genshin imagines #YOU'RE SO REAL FOR THIS ANON

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c-rowlesdraws · 9 months

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If you were to look at the languages of Asia and Europe, you would see that many languages' word for tea is something like chai (Mandarin/Korean/Portuguese cha, Persian/Russian/Turkish chay, etc). It is repetitive to say "chai tea", even if chai does refer to a specific kind of tea. There is enough of a consistent difference between French tea and American or British tea to denote when tea is French, but nobody thinks thé tea is a legitimate phrase, and nobody would naturally think to use the phrase. There are people that see the French word thé's immediate linguistic proximity to the English word tea and recognize the redundancy there, but Francophones are also generally believed when they acknowledge a poor use of their language. Just because chai's linguistic proximity to the English word tea is less apparent to those who don't consider the presence of exchange between European and Asian languages doesn't mean chai tea isn't not repetitive and dismissive to Indians criticisms on Americans' use of the word chai

your bio says you’re southeast asian so I’m not going to tell you you can’t be critical of foreigners’ use of a word from your region. But also anything I could say to defend my (really harmless I think??) take on chai as a loan word is overshadowed by the fact that it’s now been two days of people reacting to that post and I’m tired. Many words enter other languages for various reasons and the way that other language folds them into itself is shaped by quirks of grammar, human communication, and that word’s purpose in its new language, not conscious disrespect. All languages have loan words in them that are used in ways that seem “strange” or “wrong” to native speakers of the language that word came from.

But I will say that I do not implicitly respect the French, and also if anyone asked me to make them “French style tea” I’d have no idea what they meant.

#catie talks #also isn’t the difference between english and american styles of tea just… that americans make iced tea and the british don’t?#we prepare hot black tea the exact same ways #you put a tea bag in a cup on boiling water and add milk and sugar #after of course microwaving the water in the cup to heat it up #THESE LAST COUPLE TAGS ARE A JOKE TEA GANG PLEASE DONT COME FOR ME

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sha-biest · 6 months

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Hi Sha,

Regarding your art style, was it inspired by anything? A separate fandom or another artist? I feel like I always gravitate towards your art style whenever I try to imagine “turtley” turtles, (if that even makes sense 🤔), especially Raph and Donnie’s spikes which I genuinely love so much. (And the SNOOTS, completely unparalleled, fantastic, adorable, amazing, i wish to boop the snoots) Just the other day, I was studying your art and was awed by all the volumes and shapes used, absolutely wowed.

In a separate side note, what’s your favorite wintertime drink? Are you a hot chocolate drinker and if so, do you make any modifications from the base drink ? Best well wishes and I hope you’re always cozy with the winter months rolling in.

Me studying your art:

Hey Bonnie!! Well, when it comes to my artstyle it just developed over time! Whenever I start out drawing something I typically end up sketching it a few times to figure out my own flow and it keeps on adjusting from there. I also like to always give characters more animalistic features because I've always loved to draw creature type characters a lot more! I'm a strong believer that styles develop through so many different factors and inspiration the artist has. I will look at other people's art and I see little things I love about it and I'll implement it into my own style, be it as a conscious effort or subconsciously. On top of all that, I've been drawing my whole life and that ultimately comes with experience As for drinks: I really like Chai latte and some teas! I typically drink them as is (or tea depending on the type, with milk and/or sugar)

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aeternallis · 4 months

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honestly, for as much as I harp on how terrible the novel is, Kim and Chay’s dynamics in the book is just something I’ve grown so damn attached to, lol I love their dynamics in the show a lot more, but their relationship in the book occupies a small corner of my heart~

I think it’s because Kim is a sly motherfucker in the book, and Jeff definitely leaned into that, yknow? 🤔 Amongst other things, Ofc ahaha

For example, in some of the crumbs we get of KimChay in the book, it’s very noticeable how Kim makes a conscious effort to keep Korn’s eagle eye attention away from him and Chay and continuously on Kinn and Porsche (and sometimes Tankhun, for that matter) instead. Like that one dinner scene when Khun calls him out directly and Kinn is all, “Huh? //grabs more rice” (which—same, Kinn, same)

Like, Korn is aware of Kim’s relationship with Chay, and while there is a scene or two of Kim taking care of Chay right in front of Korn’s salad, he’s more often than not secluding himself and Chay away, either in his room or Chay’s room.

Attic wife!Chay vibes? Nahhh, a few steps still shy of that (although this may have bumped up a notch or two due to recent developments in the TimeTayTem novel), since Kim is ultimately all about keeping Chay happy in the novel, but the instinct pheromones to attic wife coming from him be jumping off the page, imo

either way, all I know is that one day we’ll be earning those “terrifying love” tags soon enough

#kimchay #kinnporsche #novel thoughts #crappy book #but still an important crappy book

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beaconfeels · 2 months

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WIP Whenever

It’s been awhile since I’ve posted any of my writing, and although I haven’t done much lately, I wanted to share something. So here’s a little snippet from my “Stiles leaves Beacon Hills with Peter” story. (The first snippet from this story can be found here for context)

“What’s all this?” Peter asks, taking in Stiles who is wearing a pink apron with a cherry print on it, and holding out a plate full of donuts.

“I mentioned wanting a deep fat fryer, and you got me one,” Stiles shrugs, “So I made you donuts, chai flavor. Your favorite.”

Peter smiles, and looks probably just a bit too long at the picture before him, because Stiles starts looking self conscious and says, “What? Did I do something wrong?”

“You’re just very sweet sometimes,” Peter says, and enjoys the way that Stiles ducks his head and bites his lip.

Stiles breathes out sharply through his nose, his lips twisting into a wry smile. “Ha! Tell that to like, anyone who knows me.”

“I know you,” Peter says calmly, “and I’m telling you that you’re very sweet sometimes. Like right now, when you’ve made something to please me.”

Stiles swallows. Peter can see his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as he does, watches his cheeks grow more pink as he shuffles his feet. “Oh fuck off,” he says without any heat.

Peter puts a finger under Stiles’s chin, and strokes his thumb across his cheek. “Take the compliment,” he says sternly.

“Okay,” Stiles whispers.

@aurevell @mirrorthoughts @esoxwrites @exlibrisfangirl @teenwerewoofs @nogitzune @like-lazarus any projects—writing, art, craft, etc—you’re working on that you wanna share? I’d love to see what you’re up to

#steter #steter fic #wip #wip whenever #photo by me

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marumarielle · 5 months

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https://www.tumblr.com/marumarielle/739363220175912960/repeating-what-indigo-detry-said-and-what

I agree with the anon a lot of ppl get abused/assualted by ppl they know like how I have and continue to be assualted by my parents that I've (obviously) known since literal birth.

I understand ur opinion and POV on this topic isn't well developed and ure still forming it but could u pls give a response to this? Cause I wanna know ur views on this aspect of ur belief.

TW: mentions of abuse Hey anon! I just made a more recent post about this and you can read it here. I recommend that you read Chai's post first, then mine, and then this post because this is basically just the continuation.

Great! Now that you're reading this, I assume you've read the other 2 posts. Now, since I don't really know if you want my view on the abuse part related to EIYPO or if you want me to give an answer as to how to overcome this, I'll explore a little bit of both. (emphasis on little bit since the post I linked already covers the former by a large portion so I'll focus on the latter).

I'm just going to repeat what I've said in my previous post so feel free to skip this paragraph. The situation you are in now, isn't your fault. It is rather the circumstances forcibly manifested by your environment (creds to Chai). So, whatever situation you are in now, always remember that it isn't your fault, it never has been <3

Now, for the overcoming part. Now that you're aware of loassumption and EIYPO, don't use both as a way to blame yourself. You did the best you could according to what you knew back then and don't beat yourself up for it. What you should put your attention to is forgiving yourself. I started with this too! And I'm telling you anon, I know that it is not the easiest thing to do but I do want to tell you that you're not alone. When I first started forgiving myself I still somehow found ways to blame myself for how others treated me. But, I still tried to forgive myself nonetheless. Because from experience, when I forgave myself I started to allow good things into my life. Letting myself be happy.

So, instead of using loassumption to beat yourself up, use it to your advantage. You are now aware of it. Conscious of it. You can still change your life and it's not too late. You can start by manifesting small things to make your life feel less demanding or heavy on you. I did this too. I tried EIYPO in a way of assuming that "This person won't be as mad as I thought if I accidentally dropped a glass." Even though I had a TON of doubts, I held on to that assumption in mind, not letting go of it. To my surprise, it worked!

Now, you must be wondering "but didn't you say that you believe that people aren't robots? Why are you controlling how they behave now? What's with the switch up?" While that is true, I still believe that people have free will. It's just that the story I tell, the assumption I tell about a person is simply the story they show towards me. And, this logic also applies to my belief of EIYPO applies to people I know (creds to Indigo Detry's EIYPO video, updated ver. I knew EIYPO thru her).

Of course this recovery isn't a linear process (from my experience). There would be times I would go back to bad habits and only get out of them when I was getting angry at myself for not doing better. But, just know that you can overcome this. And that all you need is your faith. Hold on to it. You can do this.

Did this answer your question anon? If not, feel free to ask again. However, I won't guarantee a concrete one since, like I said previously, I'm still exploring/studying the concept of EIYPO. Thank you!

#4d reality #maruniverse #law of assumption #law of assumption blog #loassumption #neville goddard #loassumption blog #consciousness #void state #eiypo #manifest #manifesting #manifestation #self concept #i have so many asks #lololol #not that im complaining #i like the interactions tbh

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negativnine · 1 year

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stupid Kale headcannon thing

stuff

idk

i feel like the reason he is the way he is, is because of unreceived attention and bullying, like “THEY NEVER CARED ABOUT ME, WHY SHOULD ABOUT CARE ABOUT THEM” but he is just talking about like ages from 5 to 10

most definitely theater kid, and the dramatic kind like there is now way he is not into theatrics probably the reason he got bullied as a kid seen Hamilton at least once

speaking of theatric kale, he also probably writes poems and it’s the edgy cringy kind of poems as well he only has fun while writing them after finishing them he reads them through he’s just like “yeah no” and because of that he has a super secret and complex safe just for whatever notebook he has those poems written in

also when chai and the gang finds it and opens the safe, ‘cus of course they will since it looks suspicious as fuck, it’s just gonna be like Chai: HE WRITES POEMS?! Peppermint: HE STILL WRITES POEMS?!

i know that the accepted relationship between him and Mimosa is Mimosa looking up to him, but personally i find the idea of them friends more appealing like they’re the cliché mean girls high school duo that judges and gossips about everybody

that being said Mimosa was probably his only friend, which is sad, but it’s kale so not really

probably has anger issues, not the violent outburst kind, but more like Dylan yelling at his old baking recipes or kitchen wear (i have such a clear image of him just yelling “CEASE AND DESIST” to an oven)

since it is canon that he is a dog person,(which just makes me so giddy for no reason) i like to think he is just the most aggressive dog person a dog person can be like at some point somebody in the boss team was like “it would probably be nice to have meetings outside every once in a while” but that had to be scrapped because he would just disappear every 10 minutes ‘cus he somehow found a dog just chillin’ and decided that it needed to be pet like i feel like he could have been bribed with dogs in someway and the whole final boss fight could have been avoided

as much he is a poor little meow meow, he is also kind of a malewife material my mind cannot be changed about this

he probably has been living by basically himself since like the age of 15 he definitely knows his way around the kitchen at least

also back to the dog person bit at first i was like “so who the hell made the conscious decision to make Rouqefort into a mecha warewolf?” but it was definitely Kale and Rouqefort probably approved and i don’t know which one is worse

this man has been living in my head rent free for god knows how long

if anything else comes to my mind i’ll probably add also feel free to add yours if y’all have any

#hifi rush #hi fi rush #Hi-fi rush #Kale Vandelay #i have a problem #can you tell #i will proudly wear the Kale simp club president title #some of these may or may not be the result of copeium

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travelingneuritis · 1 year

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kinnporsche ep. 10: Collateral

-vegas doesn’t try very hard to convince porsche that they are “running away together” in the usual, romantic sense: his pitch largely hinges on their shared responsibility to protect the theerapanyakul family from tawan’s machinations. his one feeble “no matter how bad i am, i would never hurt someone i love” doesn’t seem to make much of an impression on porsche; vegas barely seems to expect it to.

-costume note: vegas in his porsche cosplay is a delight, if rather obvious: he (temporarily) swaps his trademark slutty silk shirt for a white crew-neck tee and plain gold chain, some version of which is what we see porsche in any time he’s not in his work uniform. this was presumably done in an attempt to come off more approachable and trustworthy. though i honestly doubt the costume change made much of a difference to porsche, maybe it helped vegas get into the right headspace?

-porsche saying “you have to trust me” and running off leaves this gutted look on kinn’s face and i think it’s because kinn just realized that he’s being asked for a level of trust that porsche can’t match-- that is, porsche doesn’t trust kinn to trust him. kinn wants porsche to look at him and just know, but they are so far from being on the same page that all he can do is let porsche go and hope that conveys some measure of his faith in porsche’s loyalty and integrity. and this is after kinn came here already knowing porsche’s innocence & planning to free him anyway. this scene just held a mirror up to kinn’s face and he is not liking what he sees in it.

-i know i gloss over a lot of the kimchay stuff but chay’s “i’ve always thought i was an unlucky person but it turns out i was saving all my luck for you” is like. god. porsche loved and protected and sacrificed everything for his brother all so he could have a shot at this; absorbed so many of the shocks of life so that chay could grow up to be this free and open and fearless with his heart. KIM YOU MUST GUARD THIS BOY’S HAPPINESS WITH YOUR LIFE I’M NOT FUCKING PLAYING (narrator voice: He Will Not)

-i wish chay had been conscious to at least note kim’s intervention. the “person b fights hard for person a but due to circumstances person a never finds out” trope stresses me out too much to actually enjoy any of the drama it generates.

-pete’s vote of confidence is especially touching (and clear-sighted!) coming right after porsche beat him in hand-to-hand & escaped with a traitorous miasma trailing visibly after him

-pete casts spell of “no one notice me” (aka: dress as a laborer) and what a surprise, it works perfectly-- all the guards at the compound are too concerned with the contents of pete’s suspicious-looking crate to pay any attention to where he goes once they take their eyes off him

-tawan’s “the thumb drive full of evidence is really a virus that will knock out the main family’s systems!” play makes me, just. SO embarrassed for our guys. like my computer is riddled with disease but that’s because i’m watching thai bl mafia dating sims on dodgy websites; arm has NO excuse. WHY DIDn”T ANYONE LISTEN TO SEXY, DISTRUSTFUL BIG WHEN HE TOLD THEM THE “EVIDENCE” WAS A TRAP??? (porsche running around this echoing warehouse shouting and giving away his position also embarrasses me, but at least he has the excuse of He’s New Here and also that’s his baby brother tied up on the floor)

-very interested in vegas’s behavior in this episode but not sure i have the critical thinking skills to parse it all. he’s been manipulating both porsche and tawan this whole time; if his plan had worked, would he have picked one of them to like, keep around? i sense that at different points he’s had some genuine liking for both of them (or at least that he’s such a method actor that he has a tendency to catch feelings for whoever he’s manipulating at the time).

-there was a brief sour look on vegas’s face when porsche demanded they check on chay before making any other moves; later, in the warehouse, vegas gives it a voice by explaining that he quite actively despises his cousin and doesn’t understand why porsche thinks “but family???” counts as a compelling argument. i feel sorry for porsche in this moment, but i don’t blame him for having been manipulated by vegas. he’s willing to look for the good in even the scummiest characters (see: the uncle he supported for years despite a gambling addiction that threatened the entire household; kinn’s whole... everything), and vegas exploited that weakness handily.

-BIG!! NO!!!! (he looks so offended when tawan fatally shoots him. rest in peace my bitchy king) (seriously though: his split second choice to bodyguard porsche as if porsche were a theerapanyakul... not because he cares abt porsche [he Fuckin Doesn’t] but because porsche’s survival benefits the family.........it hurts me so much)

-pete, earlier in the episode: “if i get caught wiretapping vegas, the minor family will torture information out of me and then kill me.” pete now that he’s been caught wiretapping: >:D

there’s a look of like, breathless anticipation on his face as he’s naked & tied up & waiting for vegas to decide what to do with his spark plugs of torture, but i’m not 100% sure it’s. totally a sexual anticpation? i think at this point pete is just in a bit of a daze & waiting to see what’s going to happen to him-- and to learn how much of it he can handle. tbc, the sexual nature of his response to all the torture must be embedded in there somewhere, but i think it’s still far below the surface. all he knows is that he is feeling everything, so much right now, his body filling up with sensations too big for him to process.

#porsche & pete fight & all i hear is “i know how you girls like to tussle” runnin on a loop in my head #wow kim can withstand a lot of tazing before he goes down #pov: you are ken getting gutted like the fish #kinn: “i falsely imprison you one time and you run off with some guy. i think you owe me an apology!!” bruh???#i love seeing kp play and tease and be goofy lil guys!!! less plot and more of this pls thanks :)#kinnporsche #kinnporsche episode analysis #spoilers #kinn theerapanyakul #porsche pachara kittisawasd #vegas theerapanyakul #pete saengtham

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cassiopeiagarcia · 9 months

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As far as Cass could tell, things were coming apart.

She had met with Andro and Hérc that day. To grab a coffee, take a walk, check out some shops. What they did most of the times the three of them were together, adult lives making it more and more complicated each time to agree on a date and a time, the fact that they all had very different hobbies difficulting the choosing of a plan.

It had been then, as she sipped from her iced chai latte with soja milk and teased her younger brother for choosing a pink dragon fruit and coconut drink, when they had noticed the absence of people. Of noise. So immersed in their bickering they hadn't realized until that moment.

'Maybe some sort of climate alert?' Andro had suggested. Resourceful as always. But the sun was shining on the sky, a peaceful blue unaccompanied by other colors. Nothing foretelling that particular Tuesday would be Doom's Day. If the end of the world was there, Cass expected... don't know, at the very least some thunder, black gargantuan clouds and rain, a flood or two. A tsunami. An earthquake. And there was none of that.

It was not until night fell that they saw the first sign of life. A young girl, running towards a building, which was illuminated. Cass had been the first to follow, ignoring Andro's pleas to stop and think for a fucking second and Hércules' claims that it was better to wait, that they couldn't be sure it wasn't a trap...

Curiosity, as always, getting the best of her.

The building was a high school. The game took place in the track field.

It was called Minesweeper.

A joke. A stupid joke. An old computer game turned into child's play. Soon enough, the lights would turn on and she, Andro, Hérc, and all the other people playing would find themselves in one of those TV programmes that pranked people.

That was, until the first person blew up.

Shock overcame her. A weird thing, for someone who always had an answer ready, who always knew how to react. A cheeky response, a grin full of teeth. Now she was there, wide-eyed, her breath slithering in her throat, wondering how it would feel when you... exploded. Would it start in your foot and extend to the rest of the body? Your chest? Would you be conscious until the brain also went... boom?

'Cass, let's run.'

Let's run. Easy to say, hard to do. Everyone around her was doing it.

What if you just lost a leg? How much could something hurt?

Her body seemed to weight a ton. Her legs so weak she could hardly stand.

She started trembling so hard she could hardly see. She squeezed her eyes shut. She grabbed whatever was closer; Andro's hand. The familiar touch that had varied in shape and size but that had been there trough it all.

In this occasion, anybody would want the comfort of a mother, or a father. A parent. Those people who were supposed to never be proven to be fallible. But in Cass' case, mum and dad were drug addicts, pieces of shit who had given them a house and a fancy school and a lot of trauma. Andro was everything for her. Her light in the dark, her beacon of happiness.

Instead of feeling stronger, however, she felt homesick. Sick for the smell of paint, for her little messy apartment, for her shitty and badly-paid job. For her delusions of grandeur, for her yellow walls, for the person she wanted to be and she wouldn't be because she was about to blow up, about to be turned into itty bitty pieces. Would her hair remain? Her nails? Or something less personal, like her earrings?

She was forced to finally move, torn between the fear of dying and the fear of being alone. Hércules leading the way. Cass was sure he didn't know where to step, but he was doing a fantastic job; he had always claimed to be lucky, and it seemed he was finally being proven right.

Mad movement to the left, to the right. Splashes of light and the heat of fire on her skin whenever... Blood splashing on her clothes, one half of her face. A finger. A foot. Voices, mangled up, or saying nothing. Screams, whimpers. A person saying "Kill me, kill me, kill me..." over and over and over again.

A breathy shriek.

'Promise me you're getting us out of here?'

'I promise, Cass.'

Pressed against her sister's body, like a children badly playing hide-and-seek, following closely her brother's footsteps.

The three of them, alone, as it always had been.

As the rest of the world got slaughtered around them.

#weeklyprompt001

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biff-adventurer · 18 days

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today i met tiny chris

poor wean's da got et by a 'bon. now he wants 'em all dead. wiv' crossy eyes like them as drawed in the picture shows. dinnae get et and ye might be his new da.

he actually made me think about two things - the npcs/people we've helped along the way, and the writing of accents.

it's no secret i gave biff this accent - it tells you he ain't a city slicker but rather a rural boy, it tells you his folks ain't got a lotta money (at least, one would think), and it associates him with a specific cultural/ethnic profile (gaelic, i know/studied a little more about irish than scots so i lean irish)

i think we should, as a society, be wary of continuing to associate class with specific ethnic communities, but i'm not learned enough to make a post dedicated to my specific thoughts on that (yet? tbd)

mostly, i think it's important to look at the way characters speak as a vehicle of writing. when you write a character's accent, is it useful for what you're trying to establish in the scene? is the noble supposed to fail to understand the vernacular of his server? is it useful if the character is always going to say "dinnae" instead of "do not"? when dealing with non-western characters with accents, how far is it okay to go until the dialogue goes from representation to racist charicature?

writers have the power of flexibility. writing is about persuasion more than anything else, and we should remember to persuade our audiences that these are people. they aren't real, so don't bother with "realistic" - but they represent real ideas, concepts and associations in our world. it's important to be careful what you do with these, intended or not! and if you make an oopsie? acknowledge, accept and continue on your journey to being your best.

my preferences for writing accents based on my experiences, observations and education lean thus:

pick and choose what words require emphasis. if the whole sentence requires it, then so be it! but make conscious choices. words weigh differently, and they carry double the weight when they're written out to represent an accent. just really think about whether or not this is the point you want to say to, t', ta, or tae. the whole sentence doesn't need to be written out phonetically b/c avoiding doing that helps us steer clear of reiterating caricatures.

include culturally specific verbiage. "what's the craic" or "how's it hangin'" depending on who your character is. in india, lots of people greet each other with religious phrases (in english, it'd sound like saying "god is good"/"good is god" call and response) - so a thavnairian character could say anything between "sisters be with you" to "mindhurva guide your path today" (and also yours, brother/sister). but also: wain, wean, child, sweetling,

be careful which non-english words your character uses. i don't call it chai tea latte, i call it chai latte. my wife doesn't call it green tea latte, but matcha latte. i actually don't drink chai latte, i drink chai. but i call it both chai and tea interchangeably; so, when i want someone to know how to prepare my tea, i might ask for chai instead of tea. because with chai, you get half or whole base milk instead of water. you get dried ginger or an array of spices depending on the auntie. with tea, you get dried up leaves and some hot water. big difference for me.

above all, make sure it's legible most of the time. you can do this by avoiding writing a character's accent out completely phonetically. this isn't to say "conform your character to what people think they should talk like". this is about being aware that writing implies an audience. if you want your writing to connect with people, the important parts should be clearly communicated in the text. especially if you're writing in english. if i wanted my characters to speak hindi, why would i bother writing the story in english at all? you want people to see your character a specific way. write them the way you hope they'll be seen--if you've done a good enough job, it will lead to so much joy and satisfaction. if you haven't--it's back to the drawing board! but you get the chance to learn even more.

#ooc;;#screenshots;;#i've been wanting to say something forever #in reality though i want to include an ep about tiny chris in my ongoing fic #so i was looking at him and his FATES and i was then compelled to go back to other lower level areas and be like #where are the other little guys we helped? i love them #i don't really care if the time bubble keeps them in our halcyon days as a sprout #i want to learn who they are again and again and love on them #and imagine what happens to them as our stories grow side by side #i think i'll be stuck in ARR for a long time so sorry about that #but i think it will be worth it for the kind of story i want to tell anyway #ps this is probably going to be outdated advice someday so pls remember that even im doing my best LOL #i'm just tired of being quiet... i'm going to do me and not worry about fitting in...#it took me awhile to remember that my position culturally means i'll always be a disruptive presence to the status quo #so it's better for my health to stop hoping i'll fit in somewhere and just try to relax

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