#theyre all out of order and all over the place. just wanted it to flow nicely idk man

[dizzybizz]

sketches n abandoned stuff

#theyre all out of order and all over the place. just wanted it to flow nicely idk man #tagging do i have to i hate tagging sketch dumps yet i keep doing this to myself uaghh #one piece #ok no jsut media f u #honkai star rail #cookie run #just roll with it #jrwi riptide #avatar the last airbender #drawtectives #dungeon meshi #witch hat atelier #ace attorney #genshin impact #hot guy pi #haikyuu #all saints street #anytime i post abt bokuaka i scribble them just so you know #its a whole ritual at this point #my art #ok yayy i love sketching sm actually best part of the process to me

[oogalaboogalabich]

Posting my current list of things i wanna draw cause honestly, id much rather see someone elses take on a lot of them.

Most of these are labeled under "degenerate art ideas" so take from that what you will.

Please feel free to use any one of these.

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- The Kiss from fallout. If you know you know. Bane and bhaal with a dead durge and gortash.

-Comic: Astarion in trouble and drizzt comes out of nowhere all heroic and saves him and hes all doe eyed n shit.

-Halsin and mr meadhoney. "Do you have a particular fondness for large and...heavily armed men, mr. Meadhoney?"

-Lucretious the necromancer and astarion dancing the tango together with the skellies in the back playing music."The dead are always such superb dancers."

-Comic: Lucretious topping astarion, bent over the stages edge. "What if we put you in my show darling. Im sure we could find something for a star like you...something youd love as much as the crowd."

"Youd make a spectacle of me?"

"In front of THOUSANDS who come just to see the most perfect beauty in all of the planes."

"Oh yes i quite like the thought of that."

-Comic: "Orin: you suck up the tyrants vapors like a babe sucks milk."

"Durge: tch fuckin yeah i do."

"Astarion: D:<!!?"

"Orin: *quinten terantino scowl that she does*"

-Vellioth as the "i yearn for the urn" tiktok

- astarion amputee doodles (thank you godey for that idea)

-3 musketeers quote "i love that in a man." "What. Passion?" "Violence" but ghoap or durge. Maybe make a version of both?

-when (doodly dude) hit me real hard that one night and my jaw rattled in my skull all nasty, but make it durgestarion hehehehehehe

-Astarion licking blood from durge in one of the pools of blood (idea from mignon scene)

-Durgetash comic of demon slayer masochism abridged thing with the lady man demon

- bg3 crew bein a bunch of rly cute parrots doin dumb cute things.

-same idea but theyre all shoebill storks.

-comic: "Mighty sanctum" bit, then durge pulls astarion into his lap and kisses him. "Fairly certain you would castrate me if i tried to fuck you right here like i want...im still not sure if thats a deterrent or temptation" but ya know...better written.

"bloody degenerate...unhand me."

"Let go of my neck then."

"No"

"Well then...")

-Mungojerrie from cats and astarion both comolimenting each others pearls and casually holding something they swiped from the other. Riumpleteaser and durge are snickering and sharing a look, while RT has swiped something of durges, durge is pulling out his/her dagger

- Durge/Tav painting astarion in gold, and feeding him blood in a hedonism date night. he thinks the gold paint is just for tav. But he keeps saying "i just want you to see yourself as i see you." And stuch things.

He leads him to a giant ass mirror and lo and behold, there he is. In the flesh. The colors arent there of course. Hes looks like a statue, but its still...its more than the statue, its more than a portrait.

-Lyrical comic of durgetash ritual by ghost

-comic: Astarion is walking with the gang. He looks up to see something and narrows his eyes. He suddenly bursts into bats, flies up onto the space he was trying to peer at and reappears in a panic. Somethin like....

"I was eight bats...how...fuck...gods how am i supposed to even process that!?

Astarion are you alri

"I WAS IN EIGHT FUCKING PLACES AT ONCE TAV I AM NOT ALRIGHT"

-comic- Volothamp talking to tav about a rat exodus from "a mysterious "red castle" " where their bretheren kept going missing. So they gave up the territory and moved to a "red cave" just beneath it, where blood flows even more freely.

Astsrion recognizes the palace, and remembers a time where rats were in such short supply that cazador had simply switched to insects for a while. Well with astarion he had, the rest had been treated to cats and dogs, in order to lessen the threat against the local rat population. Durge in the meantime, has an odd memory about commanding rats to find reconnisance if they wish to find safety with (fuzzy writing that doesnt quite translate to words)

-Astarions ascension but its happy with evil hugs.

-Durge reacting to the gnoll birth holy hells that was funny.

-Durge eviscerating astarion while he arches off the ground as if in ecstacy rather than pain. Theyre both laughing in wild, crying hysterics and theres those timasks spores everywhere.

-Comic: A -Astarion in the mirror frowning and looking distressed, even a little pissed in a mini panel, as he pinches a small amount of belly fat. Hes a very healthy weight but like 200 years o trauma dawg. Next pannel he looks thoughtful (considering that hes never had enough to eat before to warrant gaining rather than steadily losing weight), third panel he looks up in a catlike manner and fingertip taps his stomach near his hip. Very silly smug cat face meme feels here

-Chaste kiss canon durgestarion/tash vs nasty canon durgestarion/tash

-Comic of vellioth uncovering mummystarion from crypt.

-Comic of astarion fucking posessed n bound durge in the shar library.

-An archer in general doing leg archery. Maybe two goofballs doin it at each other with silly faces. I can see any combo of minsc and lazel and astarion doing this weirdly enough.

-spit/ blood exchange between s/a astarions.

-That moment when astarion is blissed out in the sauce under durge in the grove. Maybe a pov where theres drops of blood mid fall, and theres two hands smearing it all over his chest.

-A astarion sitting on bhaals altar while durge and gortash dogfight.

-Gortash with his hand inside a lasceration in durges belly, squeezing himself off all slowlike inside durge. bloody handprints everywhere, though some have turned to black sooted handprints. Theyre kissing all disgustin

-Slayer and a predator Shilouetted gwtw style

-Astarion getting railed by a Predator.

-Lazel getting railed by a Predator.

-Honestly just put everyone in every fandom with a predator at some point like fu c ks sake

-Comic of the superimposed cazador murder/thunderstorm blood frenzy xex scene from that one fic i never finished

-The king E x Ragnar bath scene but nasty. (Also durgetash?)

-Astarion with floorlength hair and dripping with pearls, looking a little emaciated, or perhaps just extra slender themes to the art

Two smaller panels where vellioth h it away and carefully styles it while figaros corpse lays in the corner. Vellioth should look younger but less pretty.

-Durge slips his hands into astarions back pockets (in this comic he has invented ass pockets) "butt"

He goes "no, butt." And walks away. Durge looks down at his hands that are still right there where his butt was. And he squeezes the air with a smile

#thats alotta brainrot #astarion #durgetash #enver gortash #tavstarion #durgestarion #art #art ideas #blorbo #plot bunny #bg3 #baldur's gate 3

[squidgirlfriends]

TELL ME ABOUT MACEY

😈Macey my beloved Macer Machine Maceroni n cheese. My agent 4 my little squid. I have so much random shit to say about you

(NUMBERED them so it’ll be easier to refer to each point when I real-time revise✌️)

edit: REVISED!! read the addition down below (if you want??????)

They’re from a small town a few hours from inkopolis, and came to the city when they were fourteen to go to a high level boarding school focused on the arts… (they’re a writer)

They have a very rosy view of the world. Everything they see is poetic to them in some way. They loved octo canyon as soon as they got there (giant sky, breezy, lots of history, what tf is this giant teakettle sticking out of the ground, is that a humongous rock-carved octopus coming out of the ground, etc)

As an extension of this, they happened upon Marie in the square because they were too nervous to start doing turf wars and just kept procrastinating all over the place… the sun caught Marie’s parasol perfectly; they saw her and thought “WOWOW oh my squod (squid god). Is no one seeing this beautiful mysterious woman”

They get overwhelmed easily: for this reason they had a bit of trouble getting into ink battles at first. splatfests are either a blast or a nightmare depending on how much energy they have, and, more importantly, learning to fight the octarians was a struggle and they failed against octavio the first time—almost fatally

Even at a new school with kids who are similarly artistic, they never clicked easily with a group of friends… even so, they value alone time a lot so they’re never totally bothered

A list of people they are presently (age 19) 100% comfortable around, in no particular order: Marie, Callie, dj octavio, Flow and craymond, Len (agent 8)

The pursuit of quiet, less populated places in the middle of a city is kind of hard to find, thus they hang out at octo canyon a lot.

After a loooong time of pestering the snowglobed dj octavio and hearing about his cool mysterious past from Callie and Marie, they eventually got him to crack and talk to them… (and with some help/preliminary knowledge from Callie, they even got him to teach them octarian)

Marie + Macey + Callie splatoon Agent 2, 4 and 1’s Bully Octavio business. the Number One business for Bullying DJ Octavio. (they all love dunking on him, but he’s most likely to actually give in to Callie and Macey)

They Are So freaking bad at ink battling I’m so sorry to all their teammates in the past. Rip they are the worst team player and the sorest loser most of the time, but when they do come out to play some turf, they main blob for the lolz

They love salmon run!!!!! After about a year of living in inkopolis they were Very often on the grind at grizzco (pays the bills cod damn) and

they are absolutely horrified when they get to alterna and learn the. Ahem. details of the situation. from everyone else (they will be grizzco-ing anyway)

Also has worked part time for Flow at Headspace during school breaks

Fucking huge off the hook fan… possibly exploded when the octo expansion crew first met with the new squidbeak via mr grandpa cuttlefish

Now lives with Len (agent 8) in a shared apartment.. they are both big man diehards

They act very differently depending on who theyre with… you’re lucky to hear them speak at all if you’re not part of the new/new new squidbeak (or agent 8)

They’re organized as hell but they love being surrounded by things… they’re a clutter lover

Their hair is untamable and they enjoy it bc it makes them feel a little like a wild animal

#my ocs #splatoon 3 spoilers #my agents #macey #THANK U THIS IS SO DISORGANIZED but I will always have something 2 say about Macey #there’s definitely more but I’m just going off the brain rn #dj octavio #squid sisters #new squidbeak splatoon #agent 8

[the-firebird69]

And we have a few things happen here in Charlotte county

-what is that we go ahead and remove people who are troublemakers and that was math and the max theyre going to do it today

-the other is said they feed our properly

-also are insisting on removing all the Bullock and get them out and to go after them

-they put out words and APB and warrants and stan and several active warrants on him. Who is fidgeting this morning I just saw the notice and it said that there's a warrant on you for the missiles so there you know that and said go back to sleep. But the warrant is real and it is for a stan and Sherry, and they're actively seeking them and going after them and they probably won't be around today and so our son is going to wait and he'll have to. Stands people will flow back in over the next weekend or this weekend it is

-other things going on. They are laying off the last percentages still you're working on 5% of Private industry to bring it to 10% and 5% of government workers bring it to 5% from 10% and they're working on the higher ups 2100 they want to bring it to 1500 still hasn't happened they are also working on letting people go from the State Assembly and the federal assembly and their support people are being let go and they're looking too far the actual Representatives several of them have gotten fired in the past few weeks for real there no longer the assembly and I keep trying to get back in and others don't allow it so they fight them. There's other notable events this being fairly notable

-they took the planning department and the building department yesterday and gutted it. That is they got rid of all the support workers and the building department and it's in Charlotte county in the two towns have them, it's already strapped and already over its limit and they can't even get to the stuff they have now they don't know where it is or what it is oh it stages in and I can't answer the phone so today is already started out very bad for them they're sitting in the office running around making faces at each other and they have no idea what to do it's way too much work there's too many people telling them what to do and it didn't know what to do with all the plans in the first place so they're calling up there are people asking what to do. And the orders are to do nothing so bja and Trump tell him to use it against them and just sit there and if they can't go home so sitting there for the past hour and they can't figure out what to do so they went home they've done it like 50 times just shut it down and then no inspectors going out so they're going to get fired and by their own people cuz they never do anything. We heard that this morning and they're planning on firing them this afternoon or tomorrow

-have some more lock in town are gone half of them. Yes. Half the others will be gone today from a variety of causes mostly they leave. And the neighborhood is at 110 and today we expected to fall my natural causes. It's a huge day there's a lot happening more shortly

Thor Freya

Good

Hera

Zues

Olympus

[cassyapper]

ive been asked to share with the class so here’s my kakyoin wound notes

tw lots of bodily trauma and medical procedure discussion

uh disclaimer im not a doctor ive never taken an anatomy class this is all thoughts based on the little reading ive done surrounding major bodily trauma lololol so please take what i have to say with a grain of salt

so he’s wounded right here

looks to be a little under the sternum but the origin (like point 0,0 of the circle shape of the wound) is somewhere near the border of chest and abdomen it seems to be

we also know from this shot that he is gouged all the way through. the world’s fist is completely poking out on the otherside jkdfn ew ugh oh god kakyoin

sorry anyway

so the implications of this.

his stomach pancreas and liver are definitely gone. they turned to mush. reduced to gore flying across the cairo skyline (sorry i know that was a bit much jsut JKDFKN;FK;)

it doesnt seem like anything else comes out tho (tho i doubt they’d animate his guts flowing out with the water to be fair JKN;) but im gonna give him the benefit and say liver pancreas and stomach are all he Lost lost

i think it’s low enough that his lungs werent directly affected (in the second screenshot i posted he’s hunched over so the wound looks higher than it actually is), but some of his ribs definitely completely snapped, and it would be quite easy for them to then penetrate one or both of kakyoin’s lungs (he is seen to be coughing up blood so at least ONE definitely was deflated)

obviously there is also the issue of his spine. dio took out a whole chunk of it right from the middle of the structure it seems (or a little lower than the middle). so there’s no way kakyoin is walking again, least not normally

last biggest problem is the massive blood loss but we all already know that i presume

so with the problems all lined up, let’s get to healing this monstrosity. first things first kakyoin’s heart giving out is the more immediate problem. thankfully for kak tho we know star platinum explicitly has the ability to pump ppl’s hearts for them so as long as jotaro is within range star plat can make sure kakyoin’s heart stays pumping. hehehe this can be an evil scene in that case

second order of business i feel would be to get kakyoin’s lung(s) back online and get his ribs wrapped up so they can start healing properly and so he doesnt develop a lung infection lol that’d be the LAST thing he needs they reset the ribs and probably would WANT to give him a rib belt but due to the Hole In His Chest they can’t. thankfully kakyoin isnt awake during the like 6-12 weeks it takes to heal ribs. maybe they put something in on the inside that will eventually dissolve to help keep them in place but im not sure

lmao just an aside kak probably goes through so many blood transfusions just to stay alive during the surgery process jesusbkjf

anyway once his lungs r good tho we turn to the other organs in the area

i am thinking they dont bother to replace kak’s stomach or pancreas cause him adapting to digesting with solely his intestines/just taking meds to monitor his enodrine production and blood sugar would probably be easier and safer than the risk of his body rejecting a the transplants. but they do gotta replace his liver

SINCE presumably this is the speedwagon foundation working on kak i feel justified in saying yeah they probably just so happen to have the right match up for kak (maybe after kak got blinded or something joseph or avdol or even jotaro had them take notes on everyone’s blood type and body size Just In Case)

once theyre done with that they probably talk about giving kak a replacement for his spine so he can at least sit up but since that isnt life threatening they leave that for him to decide when he wakes up. plus they’ll have enough to monitor ANYWAY esp regarding the liver transplant so the last thing they wanna tack on is an artificial spine

last thing they do right at that moment are split-thickness skin grafts to cover the wounds. they take the skin from kak’s thighs cause there’s no other alternative lol. tho there might be enough skin on the top of his back to offer Something

anyway im sure he’d have to go through one or two grafts on each side before they finally properly heal

once he wakes up and consents 2 the spine procedure, im thinking they’d do something like give him a bunch of artificial disks and then secure/stabilize them with an expandable rod or a bunch of cages/rods/plates. or they’d do something like a sci-fi cybernetic spine considering the speedwagon foundation made a fully functioning whole-body prosthetic in the fucking 40s. i gotta be real idk much abt what happens with spines when theyre fucked up i just know it’s fair to believe the speedwagon foundation gets kak SOMETHING that allows him to Kinda walk again at least for a little while

as for lasting effects i dont think kak has any sensation on his stomach or back. like the nerves were blown out of him and skin grafts dont fix that so the area is just numb

as for loss of sensation related to his spine

the area of the spine that got taken out seems to be the half of the thoracic/the lumbar sections so in addition to his legs being numb, he also has abdominal loss of sensation (so even if the nerves didn’t get punched out of him, he probably wouldnt feel anything). man that fucking sucks lmao

god

#cass cries #^ here for those who were curious

[heavyns]

sickly sweet

smut; 3rd year hinata x f!reader

i solely made this bcus 3rd year hinata made me feel some,, things

includes: yandere themes, hinatas senpai kink im sorry, breeding kink, noncon/dubcon??, aphrodisiac

clarifications:

betas can get mates but however do not undergo heat like omegas or get as affected by an omegas heat like alphas they do however still ovulate if theyre female

its always the male that leaves the mating mark. and all males can knot. it doesnt matter what the sub-gender is

heats vary from omega to omega. hinatas is usually every 2-3 months and lasts a week.

you smelled so good. felt so right. skin so soft and warm. he nuzzled closer to your neck, slotting himself in, he was practically sitting atop you. he couldn't think properly, his sight was hazy and mind dizzy with each intake of breath, small waves of pleasure running over his body. and he wanted more of it. needed more of it.

he knew the effects his scent had. especially on heat. sure it worked less with betas, but he can feel your breathing becoming more and more labored the more he snuggled closer. but you kept trying to fight it, kept trying to push him away. and he for one isn't about to have that.

"shouyou senpai. please! let me go you're on your cycle-" he cut you off with a small nip to your neck.

an even sweeter smell starting to pool south as your resolve grew weaker by the second. it wasn't just his scent making your desires grow after all, the aphrodisiac he set in your drink earlier must be taking its effect now.

"i know." he hummed. he knew this little cuddle session won't last, his body was craving more, he was craving more. and he knew you were too. he could feel your body reacting in tune to this,

a small whimper left his lips as your hands trailed from his shoulders down to his hands gripping your waist, placing them atop his. your last meager attempt at prying him off.

"senpai, i-i can get your suppressants for you-"

"don't wanna. i want this. i want you."

"it's your heat talking a-and i'm not even an alpha."

"please (y/n). i want you. i need you."

he already knew what cards to pull. his sweet little beta couldn't say no to that. not when he's panting and practically begging for you to give him release. so when he feels your arms stop fighting him he delves immediately for your lips. and god he was in heaven. its exactly how he fantasized this would go and even better. and he starts getting more greedy. you break it off to catch your breath but he dives back in, catching your tongue. his hips start rolling against you, your uniform's skirt hiking up.

he quickly switches both your positions and soon a small growl leaves your lips as you tugged at his blouse. your mind kept screaming at the red flags and how you had to stop this but your body just wanted more more more. you were acting on pure impulse and want. and what your body wanted was to please senpai. it'd be rude to deny him of the help and release he needed.. right? omegas were made to breed and betas to serve.

so you didn't relent. not when he took your clothes off. not when he took his off. and not when he slips his cock inside you.

hinata was in bliss, in cloud 9. he knew fucking during heat was amazing but god nothing would ever compare to this. not even the time he snuck in a few sleeping pills into your drink at a study date with him and he ended up not being able to control himself as he rut against your oh-so-tempting thigh.

he didn't even give you time to adjust as he started thrusting into you. how could he not start after all when you're hugging and squeezing your senpai's cock so well. and he wants more.

"god (y/n) you're so beautiful. and warm. and tight. fuck you don't know how long i had fantasized about this." praises start tumbling from his mouth.

"you know i actually keep track of your cycle too. it's amazing how your ovulation lands right on when my heat comes too! it's like the universe wants us to breed right?" he started rambling, stars dancing in his vision. you nodded along, far too high on his overwhelming scent and how thicker he was getting by the minute.

"and we'll do that. we'll spend the whole week- no. each cycle- no. our entire life like this. together! and you would bear our pups-"

and that's when the haze cleared enough for your mind to think coherent thoughts. "s-senpai!" you started to protest. god he was going to knot you! and you were indeed ovulating, high chance is he's going to impregnate you.

he starts giving loving kisses and bites on your neck, meeting your gaze with a delusional and lovesick look in his eyes. and you knew exactly what he was going to do next.

"no. nonononono shoyo-senpai please don't-"

your protests are cut short as a scream erupted in you throat. he marked you. he made you his mate. and as pleasurable as the pain was, tears started to flow down because you didn't want this. even if your body won't comply to the orders of you stopping this, you feel disgusted, violated and sick.

he simply flashes you a grin and starts kissing the tears away, thinking its from the override of pleasure. because he could feel it too. if his senses wasn't already overflowing with everything related to you, now it was especially heightened. and he wasn't going to last much longer.

"oh you'll be such a perfect mate. you've always been such a good beta. you've always treated me so sweetly and attentively and made sure you pleased your sweet senpai." you feel the thrusts becoming more shallow, his hands gripping your hips more tightly as he guides you to roll it into him.

"always such a good girl. you'll take it right? you'll take my knot and all your senpai's seed right?" you could only nod as his nails started boring into your skin, sure to be leaving bruises in its wake the next day. never noticing not once did you stop crying.

"good." and with one more thrust, he pushed it in. your entrance throbbing and trying to adjust to the new added girth. you could feel yourself bulging from his cum that kept pumping into you. he kept peppering kisses on your neck and your face as he kept spouting i love yous. you moaned out from the overstimulation as his hips kept bucking up into you.

your sobs started to let up as hinata just left open mouthed kisses on your chest, you cockwarming him as you both waited for the knot to die down. and when he pulled out, a heavy stream of thick cum flowed out and dripped down your thighs.

staring at the sight fondly, he gives your abdomen a soft kiss and looks up at you with that same lovesick gaze paired with a smile. and your hand subconciously touches the mark that bonded you both together. eternally. and you feel the tears well up again.

#haikyuu #yandere haikyuu #hinata #hinata shouyou #yandere hinata #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu x reader #hinata x reader #yandere x reader #haikyuu smut #yandere smut #hinata smut #yandere #idk how to tag help #my writings

[marvelsimp]

THE NEW KID: Leaving

Ch. 1

The New Kid Masterlist

-This is going to be a series so I’m going to do my best so that you may read it in any order.  Also, I’m going to apologize in advance for my writing, any tips are appreciated. 

Pairing: Peter x Lesbian!reader (Platonic duh)

Genre: ANGST, fluff

Warnings: Homophobia (being kicked out), mentions of death, vague mention of suicide, general angst, swearing (I swear fuck is like the only one I know smh)

Description: Reader gets kicked out by her homophobic parents, Peter invites her to stay with him, and reader reflects on her and Peter’s relationship.  

-Takes place after far from home and Gamora, Vision, Loki, Heimdall, Nat, and Tony are still alive, Steve didn’t leave, and Mysterio didn’t reveal Peter as Spiderman. (aka my dream MCU)

Reader’s Powers: Healer, telepath, and empath.

Word Count: 2,350 

“You can stay the night but, in the morning, you have to leave” You could feel it all, the disgust, the anger, the sadness. Every bit of what they were feeling was being thrown at you.  You didn’t even get to tell them about your powers.  You thought that maybe they would understand that maybe they would love you enough… but they didn’t.  You were in shock; your parents were throwing you out because you like girls.  You made your way back to your room to pack the essentials and figure out where you would go. Peter. He had told you before that if this happed or if you ever needed to you could stay with him.

(Y/n): Does the offer still stand

Peter: you told them?

(Y/n): yeah… theyre kicking me out 

Peter: Im so sorry

     You and Peter first met through Instagram almost a year ago.  He posted some picture of him and Ned posing with a LEGO model of the Death Star. You decided you had nothing to lose so you messaged him.  That was that easiest friend you had ever made, and he was the only friend you had now.  

You got to know each other over the months, you would text and facetime, sometimes you would play Minecraft or Animal Crossing or whatever game you both had your hands on. You would talk for hours about Star Wars, video games, and even The Avengers.  It was amazing. Then you told him.

“I’m gay”

He looked shocked at first, which scared you a little, then his shocked expression morphed into a grin.

“Now, I have someone else I can talk about girls to.”

You laughed tears forming in your eyes. You felt a huge weight come off your chest.  He told you about MJ and how he planned to ask her out during the trip to Europe. You told him about your huge crush on Captain Marvel and it was perfect. You had someone who loved you for you and didn’t want anything more or less, someone you could tell everything to.

* * * * *

     “Oh my god,” you thought to yourself as you put it altogether.  You felt like you were going to faint or throw up or both.

Night monkey on tv had the same powers as spiderman, spiderman was from New York, and Peter was from New York…  The late nights, the weird bruises, and cuts, injures; him suddenly having to leave out of nowhere. Every bit of it made sense.  Peter Parker is Spider-Man. Your best friend is fucking Spider-Man.

At first you were shocked, then you were excited, then you were scared. You rushed to your phone to call him. You dialed his number and nothing... no answer. That’s when the panic started. 

(Y/n): Are you okay?

There was no answer for minutes then hours. You were really panicking now, he usually texted back within ten minutes, but it was now six hours later. 

(Y/n): I saw what happened are you ok

(Y/n): Pete youre scaring me please text me

You couldn’t sleep or eat or do anything, all you could think about was him.  Is he alive? Is he injured? Did he lose his phone? These thoughts swirled in your head; you couldn’t breathe.  Finally, fifteen hours later you heard a ding.

Peter: Im ok my phone died

(Y/n): Can you call me

Peter: Sorry Im getting on the plane to head home can I call you then?

(Y/n): yeah

Your panic calmed and you felt like you could breathe again but the fear and the anger were still there.  You were furious not that he didn’t tell you, you couldn’t care less about that there were still plenty of things that you hadn’t told him yet.  But you were furious at the universe, that your friend could die, that your friend could be taken away again.  That you could lose that person that helped keep you stable, help keep you grounded.  You couldn’t lose someone like that again, the last one almost killed you and losing Peter would destroy you.

Ten hours later he FaceTimed you.

“Hey, sorry about not answering.  My phone died and all this stuff happened and- “

“Are you Spider-Man?” 

“Wh-what?” He was shocked, another one of his friends figured it out. He couldn’t believe it.

“Are. You. Spider-Man.” You replied bluntly with your brows furrowed. You could barely keep the tears from flowing out.

He let out a sigh shaking his head, seeing no reason to lie so he nodded, “Yeah.”

“Are you okay?” you breathed out. 

He looked up back at the screen confused, “Y-yeah I’m okay. I have a few scratches but nothing bad.”

“You could’ve died,” you grunted as your breath began to pick up.

“I’m okay Y/n. It’s ok,” he looked at you confused but mostly concerned because you were usually level.  You tried your best to hide your negative emotions from others, so he only ever saw you smiling.

“NO! No, it’s not okay! You could’ve died. I could’ve lost you; I could’ve lost my best friend AGAIN. Two best friends in two years. I barely survived when she… I-I don’t even know what would happen if I lost you, too!” You were crying, you didn’t even notice, you didn’t even care.

He froze, not knowing what to say not knowing what to do.  He just looked at you. He didn’t know that you never talked about your friends, he assumed you had them. He just thought you would open up when you were ready, but he never predicted this.

“Y/n, I-I’m okay. I’m alive and I am safe. I promise you that- that I’m going to be okay.” He just stared at the screen again. “Do you… want to talk about her.”

“You would’ve liked her,” you smiled while the tears were still streaming down your face.  “Ava was the most stubborn person on the planet.  She was kind… and talented… she was so smart… she wanted to go and help animals that are going extinct. She was my everything... and then she… she was gone.” You sobbed uncontrollably, not even stopping to breathe.

You’d never cried for her before, when you had found out it destroyed you.  You were numb to everything, but you hid it with a smile always saying you were fine.  Then you met Peter, he saved you and he didn’t even know it.  He helped you feel ok again.  He helped you feel alive again instead of a walking corpse.

“Y/n, you need to breathe.” You heard through the phone that was now lying on the bed as you continued to sob. “Please, just breathe.”

All that he wanted to do was hold you and comfort you, he knew what it felt like to lose someone. He knew that pain and wanted to help you but all he could do was talk and listen so that’s what he did.

You collected yourself, it took a while, but you did it.  “I’m breathing,” you said letting out a slight chuckle.

“What do you need me to do?” he asked with worried eyes.

“Will you- could you just stay with me, till I fall asleep?”

“Of course.”

      You called him the next day asking about Spider-Man.  You asked how his powers worked, how long he had them, how his web shooters worked and how he made them, you even asked if the Start Internship was really just¬¬¬ him being Spider-Man. He answered every question you had and then some.

“Um, I have something to confess,” you said nervously, “I have…powers, too.” 

‘WHAT,” he screamed from excitement while jumping out of his chair.  “You have powers, too,” he said with wide eyes and a huge grin.

You went on to explain your powers of telepathy, healing, and empathy.  You told him as much as you knew about them and how you didn’t know their limits yet.  He just listened and grinned at every word you said.  

“Can I tell Mr. Stark about you powers?”

“What?!?!”

“I already talk about you enough to him.  Can I tell him about you powers? He might be able to make you something to help you.”

“You talk about me to Tony fucking Stark?!?!?”

“Yeah, you’re my best friend. Of course, I talk about you. So, can I tell him.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. You can tell IRON MAN about my powers.”

     Life went on from there, you continued to talk to him like normal.  Nothing had come up from him telling Stark about your powers or at least nothing yet.  You had grown closer and you would talk about when you had a bad day, and he would tell you about his friendly neighborhood adventures.  Then Christmas came and a few days later you deiced to come out to your parents…

* * * * * * 

      Next thing you knew you were on a plane headed to New York then you were in a taxi headed to Peter’s apartment.  You couldn’t stop thinking about how they felt: disgust, anger, and greatest of all sadness.  You felt this relief of finally being able to be your self but also the terrible pain of your parents abandoning you.  You somehow made it through the plane and the taxi without crying.

Then there he was standing outside of your taxi, smiling with sad eyes. He quickly got your suitcase out of the trunk while you got out of taxi and put on your backpack.  When the taxi drove away you both just stood there for a moment, neither of you knowing exactly what to say or do. There was a rush of emotions from both of you: happiness, excitement, and most of all sadness.  Peter was mourning with you.

He walked up to you and wrapped his arms around your body in a tight, welcomed embrace.  It was then when tears streamed down your face. You sobbed into his shoulder and neck for what seemed like days.  Then he pulled away, “Let’s go inside.” 

When he opened the door there was Aunt May, the only interactions you had with her where quick hellos or stupid jokes you told her about Peter.  So, it was nice to actually meet her.  She gave you a soft hug as soon as you came in the door.

“Thank you so much for letting me stay here,” you said pulling out of the hug.  “I promise I will pull my weight and get a job as soon as I can.”

“Of course, sweetheart, all of Peter’s friends are welcome here and don’t worry about that right now we can talk about it in a few weeks. For now, you guys do what you want, and I got some work I gotta do so I will see guys in a few hours.” She gave your hand a squeeze, grabbed her purse and headed out the door.

You put your backpack on the couch, what was going to be your bed for a little while and sat down putting your face in your hands.  Peter put your suitcase up against the wall, then he sat down next to you putting his hand on your back.  

“I’m so sorry, y/n.”

You started to sob again. Peter just wrapped his arms around you pulling you into his chest.  You cried and cried and cried.  Eventually you fell asleep.

     The next few days were rough for you.  The first two were full of tears and crying but also full of laughing and smiling. The third day you were there was New Years Eve, Peter asked you if you wanted to go to see the ball drop, you declined.  You told him the large crowd would probably overwhelm your powers and that some alone time would be nice.  Peter understood so he went with MJ and Ned while Aunt May went to a party.  

It was nice to be alone.  You cried again but for most of the night you just laid there thinking of everything and thinking of nothing.  You were worn out and fell asleep before the clock struck twelve.

You woke up early the next day, which was a little weird, but it was nice.  When peter woke up, he deiced to show you around.  He didn’t show you the big touristy places, but he showed you where he would watch for thieves, where he got sandwiches, or donuts, or ice cream.  You just enjoyed the day doing nothing important at all.  

The day after that he invited MJ and Ned over.  You had never talked to them much less met them.  You were nervous and excited so Peter eased your fears and told you that, “They will love you.”  And they did, it went amazingly.  They were both huge nerds just like you and Peter.  Ned was loud and very vocal; his laugh could shake the world.  MJ on the other hand was quiet, only speaking up when she felt it was needed.  She was a lot like you, but she didn’t hide behind smiles like you did, she showed everything she felt even if it wasn’t very loudly. You got why Peter liked her, they fit like a glove.  

Most of the night was filled with laughter and smiling.  You played video games, board games, harassed Peter, and overall had a nice time.  A few times you could’ve sworn you felt a pinch of jealousy from MJ, which brought you some comfort and reassurance towards Peter.  It meant that he hadn’t outed you to MJ which you appreciated.  You felt comfortable and safe for once, you didn’t feel afraid to talk about whatever for once.  They left right before midnight, both with smiles on their faces as they did.

“We gotta go to bed,” Peter grinned. “I got some big plans for your birthday tomorrow.”

You had forgotten, tomorrow’s your birthday, you’re turning seventeen.  You nodded and smiled at him.  You were tempted to read his mind and find out what the surprise was but decided it might be better to just go along with it.  So, you changed into your PJ’s and fell asleep on Peter’s couch.

Next Chapter

Arriving

#the new kid #the avengers #peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker x platonic!reader #avengers x reader #angst #avengers angst #avengers #wandavision #spiderman

[tomdiddlyumptious]

Tom Holland x black reader getting caught fucking in his childhood bed and his parents making reader and Tom talk about it in a family meeting 💀💀

Oop-

Summary: que?

Warnings: smut and an awkward situation. Cringy smut of course, yelling ar new borns- LaNgUaGe

T.H| I’m Sorry You Said What?

You and tom rode in the car, bumping to something random on the radio as you both made your way back to his old home. Youve been there before but it was nice to come back after a while.

“Y/n?” “What?” You asked looking at him. “I love you” “ewwwww” you stuck out your tongue, he rolled his eyes and smacked his lips while you giggled.

“Im sorryyyyyy” “no your rude” tom shook his head unbuckling himself. “It was a simple joke! Its not my fault you couldnt take it!” He glared at you “you suck” “you swallow” “you choke” “i- i do” you admit making him laugh “ i wont lie” you shrugged and hopped out the car, closing the door behind you.

You both walked to the door and he held on your waist pressing a kiss to your forehead. He knocked and was met immediately with his father with a bib on. “Whats the bib for?” “Im trying to online teach kids how to eat neatly” “they must be newborns for that-“ you bud in.

“Exactly- its to mad in there” “they dont even know theyre moving how do you expect them to know how to raise a fork” nikki asked making you all laugh as dom shrugged but opened the door more inviting you both in. Tom stepped in after you both and you shared hugs before he pulled you into his room. “Thomas is this your room?” “Yes” “why is there a one direction poster?” “I love Niall Horan” he shrugged and shut the door.

Your eyebrows furrowed at him in confusion “I would take you as more of a zayn fan” “well there goes something new, and I know about your obsession with Harry styles already, do NOT rub it in” he demanded making you giggle, you took off your shoes and laid in his bed, which was comfy, not firm like yours used to be, but as long as you had a roof over your head everything was goddamn fine🙄.

Thomas decided to lay down next to you and you still looked around “I’m supprised you don’t have twilight in here” you giggled “shut up” he chuckled and laid his head in your breast, you played with his hair and tugged it a bit making him let out a small groan “Thomas don’t-“ “you tugged my hair!” “This is your childhood room for heaven sakes” “let’s make more memories then!” He suggested. “You get on my nerves’ you smacked your lips as he reached up to kiss your neck and slowly make his way to your sweet spot. “I want youuuu” he sung.

“But I dontttt” “yes you doooo” “okay maybeeee” “I’m gonna take off your clothessss” “go aheadddd”you moaned a little bit from his nibble on your sweet spot as he trailed his hands down your stomach giving you goosebumps. Your turned your head to meet his lips, “did I ever tell you how amazing you look today?” “No”

“Well-“ he cut himself off, you just love to ruin the mood all the time. “Ay don’t blame me if anything you did because were in your childhood bed right now” “I’m gonna fuck you and that’ll make you be quiet, won’t it?” You just sighed at his words, but letting the blood flow south.

“Actually it won’t, I’d make you scream and let everyone hear- (this is your family for heaven sakes😭)” he mumbled, playing with the hem of your underwear and you let out a low moan. “Yeah i know youd like that, naughty girl (😭😭 i cant)”

He gently rubbed your pearl over your paintes while you unbuckled his pants, palming him through his jeans feeling his hard. He let out a groan and pressed harder on your clit making you whine and buck your hips onto his hands.

“AH” you both jumped and looked at the door seeing it was still shut you sighed in relief. “NO NO WHAT ARE YOU DOING? STOP THE FORK DOESNT GO ALL THE WAY DOWN YOUR THROAT! STOP IT RIGHT NOW- IM TELLING YOUR MOM- WHAT WHAT- DONT CRY PLEASE STOP ILL GET IN SO MUCH TROUBLE”

Tom groaned by the buzzkill of his father, but let out laughs in your neck. “Just make it quick tom” you whispered against his forehead kissing it, he nodded and got up, walking to the door and you stood to, taking off your pants while he made sure it was locked, when he looked back he saw you struggling and tripping over your shoes making him chucke before walking over and making yiu stand straight, right before pinning you to the wall.

He took your hands and yanked them over your head making you clench your legs together. “Open up” he demaned softly, putting his knee in between your legs and opening them before looking at you. “Your so beautiful baby girl” he kissed you, biting your lip. “Dont move your hands? Hear me?”

“But it will start to hurt” you pleaded but he only tsked at you and told you to follow his orders before pulling down his pants and boxers a bit to pull himself out, you both still had clothes on, well you didnt have your jeans on (which is so fuckin unfair) and your shoes but he kept his on.

He took his hands and pressed his chest against your to keep you in place before he lifted your legs around his hips and used a single hand to pull your panties to the side. He spit in the tip of his fingers before runnjng them through your folds “oh- your already soaked” he said before coning cocky “i didnt even do anything yet” “please fuck me already” you begged and he smiled, watching as he slipped himself in, a moan leaving both of your lips.

He started to fill himself in you while you struggled to keep your hands in place. He groaned pumping in you, fucking you against the wall, he hooked his hands under your knees and pushed them closer to the walls to open you up. “Fuck tommy” you gasped, your head leaning back against the wall and he took the chance to lick and suck on your sweet spot, to hot in the moment to remember where he is.

“Fuck y/n your so tight- shit-“ he felt you clench, he started to harder but slow, the sound bouncing off the wall as you swallowed your moans. “Shit- tommy” your back arched off the wall, your arms to tired and heavy so they went around his shoulders and your head in his neck. “You tired baby?“

“UMMMMM” nikki said, both of your heads whipping around. “MOM-“ she slammed the door closed before anything else could happen.

“Dinner is in 15 minutes- uhhhh dont be late. Make sure to clean up” she said leaning up against the door “and please dont ya know-“ she nervously chuckled “finish” “IT WASNT LIKE THAT I SWEAR”

“Thomas it’s obvious” you glared at him, when he pulled out of you a sigh left your lips. “I swear i locked the door” he said putting himself back, watching you as you got yourself together. “Does it really matter now?” He only shrugged in response.

Toms cheeks were scarlet while you tried to get yourself to stop shaking so much. “It cant be that bad, right?” You held onto his arm for strength. “I mean it should all be fine cuz like- they did it to have me!” “Yeahyeahyeah” you nodded, kinda getting confident. “Lets just go” you pulled his arm to the dinning room, meeting a pair of 2 eyes starring at you both.

You all just sat there in silence, all of your movements halt as you made eye contact with nikki and tom made eye contact with his dad. “Dont be shy now, its only dinner” nikki said, placing the plates infront of the seat.

You looked at tom and he did a small nod walking right behind you to sit in the seats right next to each other.

“If you couldnt already tell we are having- erm spaghetti” she smiled trying to ease the tension but it was to thick.

After everyone took a couple bites you sipped the water. “Would you care to explain what happened-“ you choked on the water at doms words, the water shooting out of your nose while everyone looked at you. “I drank it to fast- haha” you faked a laugh, cleaning yourself up with the napkin.

“I didnt know you could do that....” tom said before looking at his dad. “We uhhh had ya know” tom looked away, feeling his ears start to burn up. “Ya know???” Nikki comments.

“You knowwwww like uhmmm” “clearly child” dom said glarring at him. “Who had the idea?” “I think we both know who”

You lifted your arms up in defense “it wasnt me” tom smaced his lips at you and you looked at him shrugging “it wasnt!” “You told me to make it quick!-“

“THOMAS” “whaaaat?! Its true!” “You still started it!”

Nikki and don watched the fued between as you to continued to complain and fight. “You were clearly being to loud thats why we got caught!-“

“Actually i heard thuds against the wall soooo” nikki spaced off as you glarred at him. “Who was making to much noise?” You lifted an eyebrow before he rolled his eyes and turned his chair a bit to not look at you.

“Did you use protection?” Dom asked. “Uhhh no” tom said. “Why not?” Nikki butted in. He only shrugged. “You need to use protection” “no we dont”

Nikki tapped behind her ear “what did you say?” “We will use protection” tom changed his mind. “Aha and how did you get that mark on your neck” nikki turned to you.

“I-uh burned my neck with the curling iron!” “Your hair isnt in curls” you bit your lip at her words “yeah welp i gave up after and dumped my hair in water” dom tried to read toms face and body language “it looks like a bruise, how high was the temperature?” Nikki asked, slightly concerned. “I have no idea”

“Just- why here?” Tom starred at nikki “i dont know i was just caught in the moment~” “dont you only say that when your a virgin doing it-“ “y/n we are supposed to be a team!” “Im just saying!”

“Before you both argue again.....” nikki said stopping the pot from boiling. “I just want to say that i hope your both happy and no longer sexually aroused”

“Nikki!” “What?! I have to say that Dominic!” “No you didnt, but if you dont mind i have to be leaving now, i have to teach the babies how to read” dom stood and took his plate to the kitchen, soon everyone done with their meal as you sat in silence washing dishes with nikki.

“Are you planning on making me a grandma?” She whispered, handing you the wet dish. “No not really” you sighef, drying the dish. “That sucks” “yep”

“But like why not!” “Toms busy with work and all do i dont want him to feel to responsible” “i have to agree on that one, barely wants to wipe his ass” “nikki!” You whisper yelled as she giggled, passing you anothet plate as you put the old one back.

“I know how it feels- dom cant keep his hands off of me” she winked as your eyes widened at her. “What! Im old not dead y/n” “you are not old nikki and plus i dont wanna know that!” “Hey im just letting you know” she shrugged.

“Dad she isnt pregnant and wont be anytime soon” “just bring me the babies! I will teach them how to cook, clean, eat-“ “thats our job dad”

“Well its better then these babies- WHO WONT STOP CHEWING ON THE BOOK-“

“WAAAAAAA”

“OH GOD PLEASE STOP CRYINGGG BLOODY HELL” dom said, snatching the ipad. “But please dont have sex in my house, thomas” dom glared at him while tom aggressively nodded his head.

“S-seth”

“THATS A NO NO WORD- STOP SAYING THAT” dom yelled again, stressing himself out. “WHY ARE YOU EVEN DOING IT IN THE FIRST PLACE?” Nikki yelled from the kitchen, walking infront of you into the livingroom.

“BECAUSE THESE BABIES ARE GONNA BE VERY SMART- IF THEY COULD FECKING LISTON (i did that on purpose)”

“f-fe-“

“Dont you even” he pointed at the new born through the ipad.

“Seth!”

“DOMINIC!”

#tom holland x reader #tom holland #tom holland fanfic #tom holland x black!reader #tom holland imagine #tom holland au

[skinks]

ive been thinking a lot about the dinner scene lately like... they are both so unbelievably horny. like richie really said *blowjob shot* *immediately makes direct eye contact with eddie to roast him about being married to a woman* hes just like i will make fun of YOU for something that is causing ME pain and pretend its funny :) to cope :) also can i suck ur dick. and eddie is just like. SO feral theyre both like vibrating out of their chairs with tension its unreal

Richie really does that blowjob shot and then pointedly, BITTERLY casts aspersions over Eddie’s marriage like he’s not actually gay himself because either Eddie married a woman and he’s just as unattainable as ever, or Eddie married a man which means Richie might have once had a shot, once upon a time, if he was anyone other than Richie Tozier.

How do you make yourself feel better about that!! You get drunk and you get horny for one of your other hot friends right in front of Eddie’s face, but wait what the fuck, Eddie’s agreeing that Ben is hot? He’s checking Ben out?! He’s checking Ben out with the same expression he was using to stare at the side of Richie’s face so hard Richie felt he was gonna crack under the pressure just like Eddie’s death-gripped wine glass. Does Eddie clench his own dick that hard? Does Eddie jerk off like that, like his dick is offending him? Did Eddie ever jerk off back then, maybe at the same time as Richie, in different houses? Does your wife jerk you off, Eds, does she suck you off could she suck you off like I can suck off this shot glass watch me just watch me just fucking watch me I always want you to watch me Eddie listen watch pay attention is he looking

And Eddie!! Holy shit, by unspoken agreement they kept Stan’s empty place between them because he was always the umpire to their insane verbal volleys, always the sharp-eyed heron standing still and watchful as the two of them darted around each other like eager little piranhas and that hasn’t changed, Stan or no. The gulf between their seats is somehow 27 years wide and the same two feet of mandated cafeteria separation, but jokes on everybody else (as usual) because it only makes them louder.

Eddie can’t stop fucking staring and he’s sure everybody knows it, everybody always knew it and it’s humiliating but he can’t stop. Thirty years of carefully cultivated impulse control (impulse subjugation) down the fucking storm drain because suddenly he can see exactly how a round and froggy little face can hew and sharpen into something square and bristly that Eddie wants to feel crunch under his teeth like the cashews that are absolutely in his meal even though he specifically said he could die but he’s gonna die anyway.

He’s gonna die. Eddie will die. He can’t remember the last time his dick throbbed in public like this and he is going to die. If not from the grave-dug yawning trapdoor in his memory he’s sure he’s close to crashing through forever like a rotten floorboard the longer he stays in this town, then from the fucking breadth, the fucking straining violence of Richie’s shirt buttons stretched like a medieval torture rack across his chest (his rack his tits his fucking lung-holder shit what if he still smokes — is he hairy? Eddie can’t breathe, is his body as hairy as his forearms revealed when) when Richie shrugs off his leather jacket.

Sometime between the blowjob shot that Eddie felt like a phantom limb (phantom rim, Jesus) on his cock and Eddie hissing at Richie like an angry goose for pretending not to understand the plot of Inception, he shuffles one seat over. He’s sure Stan won’t mind. If Stan minded he should have bothered to show up, Eddie thinks vindictively, and it is this old and vicious and ragged braggadocio that grips the back of his hot neck and shakes him in its steel jaws, helpless prey to his own repressed instincts. It is all instinct that makes him move from wine to beer to shots to Richie, closer, sweating, grasping like some hungry thing blind and delirious in its death throes. Let’s take our shirts off and kiss he hears it slime and thinks, not it, that’s me, that’s Eddie Kaspbrak who wants to snatch at Richie Tozier’s big sweating hand with the dark flow of hair on his strong wrists, snatch it off the table and shove it down between Eddie’s legs and up infuckingside himself—

Richie’s face contorts in a grin, his tongue pushing down slick at his lower lip and followed by his crooked front teeth. They don’t look yellow with nicotine. Eddie thinks he might have wanted to kiss Richie regardless, and feels sick.

Let’s dance, Richie grins, and this grown man is the same boy that Eddie could never stop thinking about. The blue veins in their bare wrists flex against each other, and Eddie thinks, you were my first wet dream.

Richie’s grin curves the apple of his cheek up against the lower frame of his glasses, and Bill is shouting about bets. Richie doesn’t join in, his eyes only duck to Eddie’s open polo collar and back up, and Eddie thinks, I wanted you so much that I wanted to be you when you only ever wanted to be someone else, and what does that say about me?

Richie has been devastatingly, insultingly funny all night and Eddie watched him tip the viscous white of the shot down his open swallowing throat and had suddenly wanted to shove his tongue down after it with an intensity he literally has not felt since he was sixteen years old, and he thinks, we watched each other grow up. You said you’d get me away from her. You held me when I cried and I held you and you said you wanted to be my friend forever, and Eddie has held this hand before with this same love, but never before with the ruthless wet ache of arousal in his gut at the sight of Richie’s sturdy forearm muscles bunching solid under his skin, the thought slamming his brain open like a torpedo again, I want his fucking body fucking inside mine.

So abrupt and loud. Pneumatic, unstoppable. Eddie nearly chokes on the want of it, and the shock weakens him for the half-second long enough for Richie to wrench his arm over, easily. The others cheer. Eddie laughs, because the trick with Richie was never to act like there had been a competition for him to win in the first place, or he became insufferable. We weren’t competing, Eddie would always scream, and that was because he never wanted to lose to Richie, and that was because he never wanted to lose Richie. Don’t go where I can’t follow was the quote right? Luminous boy, cartoon boy, Hollywood boy. Untouchable. Richie squeezes Eddie’s beaten knuckles once between his own, and Eddie laughs, and Richie lets go to ruffle Eddie’s hair and Eddie wants to cry.

They order more shots.

#ficlet #i dont know WHAT this is i think im experiencing something called ‘PMS’ you may have heard of it

[clonebabes]

Top 10 Codywan Fics in no particular order I can’t rank these. They’re all good. AKA fic recs

These are not in order! Just my top ten fics from these hopeless boys. 

1. These Things Happen Rating T. Summary: Obi-wan Kenobi keeps promoting Cody. The promotion gets out of hand, and suddenly the balance of the universe shifts into the palm of a very competent, caffeinated man. Why on the list? Well, first of all I love me a good crack fic that is written nicely and flows well. Also I just? straight up love? the chapter? about Taxes that made me laugh so hard. The relationship Cody has with everyone else in the story is just... good. It’s so good. And the FIRST PART IS A CHAT FIC and im. not gonna lie i'm a sucker for those. 

2. httpsCC-2224 (Cody)’s Guide to Obi-Wan Kenobi Rating T. Summary: a collection of one- and two-shots in cody's pov, and his adventures and thoughts on the 212th's general.  Why? So I know this isn’t like HEAVY codywan and I don’t always need it but his fic is really good. There’s some really nice chapters in here and I love just the whole relationship and dynamics between everyone it is so good.  3. Cèile Anam Rating G. Summary: In a universe where sentients can only see in black and white until they meet their soulmates, Jedi are born seeing color. It is said that their souls are bound to the Force and need no one else to complete them.Obi-wan Kenobi, as it so happens, was missing a color. Why? Because it’s written so beautifully. Cody and Obi-Wan have BARELY INTERACTED YET AND ITS STILL SO GOOD listen. There’s more than just their relationship at play and there’s platonic soulmates TOO. It’s really well written and well- just read it. Please. It’s ongoing!  4. diogenes (what makes a man?) Rating T. Summary: Why does he get a name and I don't?Cody, grappling with identity, purpose, and what it means to be a brother. Why? It’s a good study on clones. I love the kind of character study aspect and! Ace! Obi! I’m! feeling! the REP. It’s really well written and has a post order 66 aspect of it. There’s also TRANS CLONES and NONBINARY CLONES and ITS *chefs kiss*

5. Take A Chance On Me Rating T. Summary: Eventually five chapters with different stages of Codywan. Why? Soft, gay yearning? Pining? Kissing for a mission? Teasing vode? what more could you ask for! 

6.do you love me Rating T. Summary:In a universe where Mandalore did not become pacifist, where Jango Fett took up the darksaber and the title of Mand'alor and reunited the clans after a last, devastating civil war, there are three Fett children: Cody, Rex, and Boba, with Cody taking up the title as Duke as the eldest. In this same universe, Obi-Wan Kenobi is more involved with his homeworld's politics and government, while still holding a position as a Jedi Knight. Their worlds could not be more different.When Stewjon reaches out to Mandalore for protection from pirates and other thieves, Mandalore agrees, with one condition: clan ties must be made. A member of Stewjon's government must marry Mandalore's Duke.They choose Obi-Wan Kenobi. Why? I was a bit skeptical at first about this one. I wasn’t too sure how I would feel about an arranged marriage fic. BUT BY GOD IS IT GOOD. THE WAY IT HANDLES MANDALORE AND THE MAUL ARC I JUST UHHHGHHHGHHG its really good. There’s a lot of pining and angst and fluff and it just real good. 

7. Will you hold me tight and not let go? Rating E. Summary: "Thank you," he croaks out, wincing at the harsh, broken sound of his voice.He tastes blood in his mouth.Meanwhile, the figure slowly raises their hand, peels off their goggles and--Cody's heart stops.---Cody is abandoned by the squadron on Tattooine as a punishment. He finds more there than just memories. Why? Well my friends this is post order 66 and it is. GOOD. I love how theres a gentle progression to it. Plus there’s a second part from obi’s perspective. I just. Love me some nice post order 66 fics. 

8.Obi-Wan "The Therapist" Kenobi and How He Changed Everything Rating G-T. Summary:  Pushed to and perhaps past his limit, Obi-Wan takes on some "drastic" (read: logical) new views on his beliefs and things start to fall into place from there.Or how the clones get the care they deserve and Obi-Wan accidentally changes the world. Why? Well actually this is a series! and it is! so good! I love! how much Obi-Wan cares for the men and I love how it plays out. It’s post Umbara and there’s a lot of Appreciating Clone Hours in it.

9.Books and Cherry Blossoms Rating T Summary: Cody definitely didn't expect to meet a gorgeous man in the library, he was fully prepared to silently weep over is due assignments. Apparently seeing someone injure themselves is a great distraction.Maybe the amazing thighs definitely helped. Why? Gay college students. GAY COLLEGE STUDENTS. Modern au where they’re in college and theyre GAY and brothers will be brothers. Its also ongoing, well written and i just want them to kiss. 

10.Say You Won’t Let Go Rated T. Summary: “Get in the smuggling compartment, then,” Cody says. “We’ll be there in a minute.”He’s not moving without a promise.“Cody-” Obi-Wan starts.Cody doesn’t let him finish. “You gonna promise me, Obi? Or are we just going to stand here until the stormtroopers show up?”[aboard the Millennium Falcon, on their way to the Death Star, Obi-Wan makes Cody a promise] Why? It’s short, yes but this fic is. SOFTE. I love the idea of the fic and it was!!! really nice. 

#Codywan #cody/obi-wan #cody x obiwan #clone wars #the clone wars #tcw

[dopposhusband]

Hello, once again! Hope I'm not stressing you our too much, so take your time! I just wanted to ask for the last three from the list since that would mean I have asked for all of them! ☆*:.｡.o(≧▽≦)o.｡.:*☆ So, without further ado: Blue Moon, Teaberry and Red Velvet! Please answer them in whatever order you'd like! ♡

@yokairu You’re not stressing me out so don’t worry!! ヽ(o＾▽＾o)ノ I can’t believe the list is already over, but that only means getting try something new!

Blue Moon - is your F/O very routine-oriented or do they like to go with the flow? How routine-oriented are you?

Doppo and Jakurai are very routine oriented, Doppo mainly because of his work and Jakurai just prefer routine! They both work jobs where being punctual is expected, even though being a salaryman isn’t as necessary as a doctor they’re both held to a strict schedule. On the weekends Doppo can fall into habits and get ready for work, but the moment he’s reminded he doesn’t have work the only schedule he follows is; eat, cuddle husbands, sleep. Jakurai on weekends still sticks to a smaller one than usual; wake up early, exercise/stretch, and whatever productive idea he has for the day!

Hifumi and I however are pretty loose with our schedule since we have the luxury of a fluid work hours! Although, Hifumi does have a sorta routine after coming home from work he likes to clean and cook, but that aside he’s completely open! We usually play games together, go shopping, or if I’m lucky, I can get him down for a nap!

Tea Berry - where would you like to travel with your F/O someday?

I’ve mentioned the beach over and over again, but one small place, that’s also pretty vague, but has the same feel is a log cabin somewhere in the woods. Somewhere on our own, where we can cuddle up and enjoy nature, especially the pretty flowers! I envision it with a nice pond nearby that we can fish in and place to cut fire wood for the cool nights. 

Hifumi would try to impress us by taking his shirt off and trying to pull off the sexy lumberjack persona while completely forgetting that the heaviest thing he can carry is a champagne bottle. He can’t cut any wood, let alone lift it above his head, so the work goes straight to Jakurai!

Red Velvet - what is your favorite food to bake with your F/O?

Hifumi and I are the only people who really enjoy sweets in our house, Jakurai especially isn’t a fan which is a shame! I love to make doughnuts and cakes with Hifumi, getting to decorate them is always the fun part, even though I don’t really like frosting! Like his cooking, Hifumi’s decorating is always top class, although a little much sometimes, being covered in sugar and always too cute to eat! Doppo isn’t too huge on sweets or cooking, so he’s mainly there to have fun decorating with us and sampling them a little after (never Hifumis tho, theyre too sweet!). Other times we’ll bake with Jakurai all kinds of breads with lose pretty carved designs on the crust! Jakurais crust art is always beautiful and so is Hifumis! Doppo and I try...

#🌺🌸 #💖💜💛 #This was nice!! Thank you so much for doing the list! #I hope none of this felt redundant to read; like ive said it all before! #I love my boys so much!!! I know Ive said that a lot but after writing about them it makes my heart !!! #(￣ω￣) Also fun fact: The guide book wrote everyones likes and dislikes including food preferences and Jakurais least favorite food is donuts #His favorite food is natto which is disgusting and I refuse to acknowledge it #Doppos fav food is actually Omurice which I knew but I also thought Potato salad was hif fav also but it isnt mentioned #ALSO DOPPO HATES CILANTRO!!! GOOD TASTE GANG!!! CILANTRO SUX!!! #Man I've just been in a Hifumi loving mood lately!!! Wanna kiss him! #Also loving Doppo mood #And Jakurai #OKAY SO JUST MATENROU #Nothing new!!! #also;;; shamefully there may be some Hitoya updates #Hes looking kinda cute and Im a fool #I got the guidebook and he is so cute hhhh #THAT GOLDEN DOLLAR BILL CHAIN IS MAD STUPID THO SO HE BETTER TAKE THAT TRAIN WRECK OFF #Anyways I got distracted skdjfskd ily thx for everything!!! #( ´ ω ` )ノﾞ

[returnofdedsec]

(I have an explaination for thermite and ash’s personality switches. This is not canon nor did ubisoft actually do this bc theyre stupid but im super smart and have a big galaxy brain)

Since Six’s departure, Harry has turned to confining every operator into a role. He’s studied them, picking out their weakness and their strengths. He assigned a role, and even if you denied it, he wouldnt recant. All it would take would be weeks of prodding, insistant advice and warrants, and youd have no choice but to adhere to what he wanted.

Six was different. She knew, she trusted, the operators enough to trust where they fit best. CTUs operated on their own times, fitting together like cogs in a machine.

But to Ash, it feels like she was taken from one well-oiled mechanism, and shoved into a different one, trying to find a place to fit.

Harry assigned her not only as a team leader, but as leader of Rainbow. Ash had to abandon her life as a capable woman to become what is a glorified high school principle. Every fight, every incident, every revelation and problem and disagreement and every negative aspect of the team, shes there to file an incident report on it.

Her time dwindles. She barely goes out, too buried in paperwork. Headaches persist through the day, her diet consists of coffee and bagels, and she finds sleep escapes her. She doesnt smile anymore, she barely finds anything that brings her some sort of satisfaction that isnt accompanied with a problem.

And worst of all, Harry thinks shes capable enough to be in charge of fifty operators, the numbers only growing as the months go on, the interpersonal dramas only becoming more and mote volatile. Ash resents him, in a way, forcing her into a role she never wanted to be in.

She wishes it was Thermite. He was just as capable, much more organized, much more logical in his approaches. He had a good head on his shoulders, much more tempered than Ash, by a longshot, but he was passed up. Ash cant understand why.

And when the role as leader was clear out of his sightline, he relaxed. Like this was a vacation for him. He let go of responsibilities, fell into the missions and the camraderie while Ash was on desk duty.

If Six were here, it wouldnt be an issue. If Six were there to restore a bit of order, to stop treating the operators like psychology experiments, to maybe get Ash a fucking secretary to help her out with the mountains of incident reports because nobody taught these children trapped in adult bodies to keep their hands to themselves, maybe Ash would be happier. Maybe she wouldnt be so bitter.

If Six were back, maybe Ash wouldnt be so angry.

The only time she has is for training. Shes particular to boxing, and her aggression flows out of her through her gloves, or the blanks of her pistols. Frustration and irritation becomes the fuel for her fire, and not even Maestro can handle the flurry that comes his way when he steps into the ring.

On the rare nights off, she spends time with the FBI, but falls back from the conversations.

What happened to me? Where did that charmer go? What happened to the Ash who wouldnt blink at dancing with a beautiful woman? Or heartily yell over the music to buy a round? What happened to the passion? The drive? The joy? Where did it go?

#izt #rainbow six #im sad i just want rowdy ash back xxx

[mmmmalo]

This is a (meandering, non-exhaustive) overview of Homestuck’s use of

by which I do not mean examples of psychological realism in a character’s words and deeds, but rather the various means by which characters’ psyches are expressed outside of themselves. I wish to elaborate on how thoughts, feelings, and desires may find expression in the environment, in the medium of the story itself, and in the form of other characters.

That’s perhaps a little vague, so here’s a ready example of what I mean: brainghost!Dirk. He talks with Jake, but since he is a construct of Jake’s mind, Jake is essentially talking to himself. Brainghost!Dirk is an alienated medium for voicing Jake’s own thoughts, irretrievably distorted through its intermingling with what Jake thinks/wishes Dirk would say (not unlike a puppet). I am claiming that this mode of characterization is not a unique to Jake; the blurring of inner and outer voices is omnipresent throughout the story.

Or, rephrased: what I hope to show is that a great deal of Homestuck is haunted with brain-ghosts, of one kind or other.

An early example of this kind of storytelling in science fiction would be the film Forbidden Planet (1956). The film contains a pair of conflicts which eventually reveal themselves to be one: the scientist Morbius wants some space explorers to get off his planet, and an immense monster (pictured above) appears during the night to attack the explorers. Morbius, it turns out, has been experimenting with a machine capable of turning thought into reality. So when Morbius sleeps, his dream of driving off the trespassers materializes in the form of beast that forcefully enacts the wish.

The beast is declared a “monster from the id”, the “id” being a concept borrowed from Freudian psychology, indicating the part of the mind responsible for the unfiltered generation of impulses, of urges. In the film, this passing mention of psychoanalysis precedes the revelation of Morbius’s link to the beast.

Homestuck hints towards its own mixing of thought and reality with a device similar to Morbius’s dream machine: Sburb.

A snapshot of Dave’s Sburb client (1519) shows that the final subprograms launched during the games installation make reference to terminology associated with Carl Jung and Sigmund Freud. The terms suggest that Sburb interacts with the ideas in the kids’ subconscious minds (archetypes) and brings symbolic representations of these ideas into conscious reality (manifests the ideas). The game alters the means by which reality is constructed. As with Forbidden Planet, a major result of this is id monsters.

When John slips on a staircase, he flips out (left, 560). And when he nearly launches himself into the abyss with the Pogo Hammer, he has to take a nap before he has calmed down enough to continue (center, 637). Immediately following both moments of vertigo, massive ogres appear. The eventual fight with the ogres begins after John looks over the edge of the platform above his house, into the abyss (right, 662).

All of this suggests that Sburb is reacting to John’s emotional state (fear) to produce in-game content. The game functions as a waking dream.

It should also be noted that Sburb provokes the reactions it elicits. Karkat once mentioned a nagging feeling that the game was mocking him by giving him a planet covered in the candy red blood he had spent a lifetime attempting to hide (2301). Karkat’s paranoia seems to be correct here, and moreover applicable to the cast in general -- John’s house was likely placed atop an immense spire /in order to/ bring John’s dread of falling into sharp relief. The suspicion can be substantiated with a few related motifs.

The story provides two likely origins for John’s fear of heights: his own fall from the slime pogo as a child (2626) and the death of Nanna, which John believed resulted from her falling from a ladder and being crushed by a book (52). What’s more, Sburb’s invocation of the Fall of Man (Adam and Eve being cast from the Garden of Eden) via biting into an apple hints that there is an allegorical significance to John’s more literal fear of heights. 

We can apply these patterns to other characters in an attempt to learn more about them. LOLAR being covered in ocean suggests that Rose is afraid of water, with the likely cause of Rose finding Jaspers dead and washed up on a riverbank (presumed drowned). Dave speaks openly about how his sword fights with Bro left him anxious of metal sounds (7749), meaning the grinding gears of LOHAC were a personalized hell for Dave. Jade’s first imp manifests in response to the sight of a yellow aurora (2998), inviting the reader to investigate why that image invokes a fear response.

But we won’t get to into all of that, not for now at least. Let’s take a step back.

For my reading of the imps as manifestations I’ve been leaning heavily on a piece of film theory devoted to the effects of sequential images. The sequence above constitutes two observations. One, that by this arrangement the viewer will infer the old man sees and reacts to the middle figure. Two, that the viewer’s impression of the old man will change based on the content of the central image, even if his expression is the same. Is he smiling at Nepeta or warm embrace Marvus’s armpit? The answer may influence your interpretation of the little smile.

The neat thing about montage is that the interrupting frame need not bear any obvious relation to what precedes or follows in order to be subject to a causal reading. Moments that occur sequentially can be read as triggering one another, even if what follows any particular moment appears to be a break rather than a continuation.

Example: There’s a moment where Aranea walks into Jake’s dream, and brainghost!Dirk immediately starts razzing Jake about his attraction to the alien girl and threatening to give him a boner. The scene is interrupted by Jack committing a series of gratuitous murders. We then cut back to Jake, and bg!Dirk is now teasing him about his dirty thoughts.

DIRK: You have got to be kidding. Did you seriously just think something THAT dirty? DIRK: You must be doing this on purpose to spite me now. I mean, just wow dude. That was x-rated as fuck. 

JAKE: (No no stop. See youre talking about it and now i cant help it!) JAKE: (You are psyching me into having dirty thoughts get fucking lost you interloping brain douche!!!) 

DIRK: Don't worry, I'm gone. It's like a goddamn peep show in here and I feel like a sleazy piece of shit watching this from a dark corner of your mind. DIRK: You have a graphic imagination, English. I'm kind of impressed. 

JAKE: (Shut up theyre just thoughts its not even like im trying to have them THEY DONT MEAN ANYTHING!)

The ostensible joke is that bg!Dirk is exaggerating or outright fabricating his account of Jake’s thoughts in order to hassle him. But by way of montage, one can infer that we /have/ seen Jake’s dirty thoughts, in the form of Jack’s display of overwhelming bloodlust. Violence is superimposed over the sexually explicit. 

Whether the scene literally takes place in Jake’s mind is secondary (though such a reading would explain why Jake’s brain ghost is even aware of Jack) -- the use of montage allows Jack’s actions to function as a /metaphor/ for Jake’s thought.

Another example of Jack functioning as a murderous/libidinous avatar would be the death of Mom and Dad. At their little tea party, Dad spills some wine on Mom’s clothes and declares that she must disrobe immediately (so that Dad might launder the garment). Mom calls the aromas wafting from his pipe sensuous. The two clasp hands and declare that all they need is eachother. Then they die! The joke is that while Bec Noir is ostensibly an interruption to date night, he also functions as its culmination, with murder acting as substitute for the sex act.

The link between violence and sexuality is perhaps a hard sell, but I hope to convince you that the reading holds merit. Let me emphasize that the very act of Mom and Dad holding hands was itself sexually loaded.

I owe to HS liveblogger elfstuck the insight that John’s linear 3 card sylladex is a reflection of his short attention span. Consider how John’s role as a game character means he is thrown all around his room, back and forth, as the player figures out what to make of the situation. If you ignore the fourth wall, you’re left with an extremely distracted person, who attention flows easily from one object to another. Accepting the object-in, object-out nature of John’s sylladex and the resulting shenanigans as a metaphor for this, it would follow that the sylladex in general can offer an abstract representation of thought.

In passing, I can mention how the enormity of Jake’s sylladex (it cannot even fit on the page, and contains an object that exceed most players’ size limits) would imply that despite evidence to the contrary, the boy likely has a big brain (and perhaps its being offscreen suggests Jakes own unawareness of much of his own thought). Dirk’s comment about avoiding items that are difficult to shoehorn into his mnemonic schema (4535) could be read as a difficulty maintaining information that doesn’t fit into his personal mental models. The sylladex becomes a metaphor for the mind that requires interpretation.

Under this mode of thought, the moments when Jade’s pictionary modus fails to correctly interpret her drawing become akin to a mental slip-of-the-tongue. For the Tanglebuddies to be misread as enmeshed hands implies an association, in Jade’s mind, of horny Squiddles and clasped hands. John affirms the association much later by miming Tanglebuddies as he attempts to grapple with the question of whether Jade and Davesprite are sexually compatible (5294):

JOHN: how do things even work if you marry a sprite?

JADE: what do you mean 

JOHN: i mean... JOHN: ok, he has a ghost butt, for one thing. 

JADE: uh JADE: so 

JOHN: a GHOST BUTT, jade! 

JADE: SO WHAT IF HE HAS A GHOST BUTT!!!!! 

JOHN: i'm just saying... 

JADE: WHATEVER YOURE JUST SAYING, JUST STOP SAYING IT! JADE: and whatever youre trying to gesture with your hands there, stop doing that too!

It should also be noted that before launching into her “daring dream”, waxing poetic on the miraculous union of the human and the animal with her hands clasped in wonder, Jade successfully captchalogued the Tanglebuddies (796). And more to the point, Jade’s pose in reproduced during discussions of cherub (5961) and leprechaun (6007) reproduction. Hand-holding becomes representative of an (oft-sexualized) union, underlining the euphemistic nature of Mom and Dad’s post-contact demise.

The next example of using montage to communicate thought requires a little more buildup.

There’s a gag in Rose’s introduction where the reader tells Rose to play with her writing journals, and scoots the journals under the bed and retorts that she would only do that if no one were watching (220). At first glance, the moment scans as a minor meta joke in a story filled with meta jokes -- but the trick is that Rose does not /know/ herself to be a video game character, her every movement controlled and observed. Rather, she /believes/ this to be true -- the joke about being watched establishes that Rose is paranoid, as will become apparent in the hostility she assigns to Mom’s every action.

The command prompt and narration are themselves brain ghosts of a sort: the voice deployed in them is always linked to the present point-of-view character. The insults that precede character introductions ( “Zoosmell Pooplord”, etc) become marks of anxiety, an intrusive proclamation of what the kids at times think of themselves (and/or what they think others think of them). “Nice time management skills, sweetheart!” becomes a bit of self-deprecation Rose as she procrastinates, which Rose experiences as having been voiced by some objective observer who judges her deficiencies.

A blurred line divides characters from the voice at the back of their head, belonging to the (presumed) omniscient, omnipotent author-god. This is why avatar!Hussie is dressed as Calliope when he is killed by Lord English. Both Calliope and Hussie are a voice in Caliborn’s head, and thus both present apparent obstacles to an unmediated self.

The left panel (3219) foreshadows the right (3358). Gamzee is not being declared the objectively most important character in Homestuck. Rather, Gamzee is declaring himself /to have been declared/ the most important character in the story. The line establishes that Gamzee believes himself to be in a story (with an author!) and that this author has declared him paramount. Furthermore, “fondly regarding creation” is an modus operandi of Problem Sleuth’s Godhead Pickle Inspector. Applying that turn of phrase to Gamzee’s actions further establishes that Gamzee believes himself to /be/ the god-author declaring his own importance. So it should come as no surprise that 137 pages later, Gamzee outright proclaims himself to be the god(s) he worships.

Going back to montage, it becomes interesting that this snapshot of Gamzee’s megalomania is inter-cut with the creation of Jadesprite -- the moment that dead!dream!Jade merges with Bec, forming a unity with a deity not unlike the unity Gamzee claims with his mirthful messiahs. The interweaving would suggest that Jade and/or Jadesprite experienced analogous thoughts of megalomania upon the moment of ascension.

This would be a good point to mention that not only imps and ogres, but trolls also function as manifestations for the people they impose upon. Karkat is not only an interruption here, but also a continuation. He points out that Jade’s self-loathing, that she cannot safely distance herself from the qualities of Jadesprite she finds distasteful. This is precisely why Karkat ends the conversation by telling Jade to turn off the fourth wall (which divides the self!), as well as the reason he imagines Jade making out with herself: Karkat is on every front presenting the prospect of union with oneself.

The notion of trolls as manifestations first emerges clearly when Rose and Dave receive their packages from John. As they finish reading John’s letter, each is suddenly contacted by a troll and greeted with the command “Answer.” Critically, by word alone it is ambiguous as to whether the command refers to answering the troll or the letter. And as it turns out, these answer occur simultaneously: Rose and Dave’s responses to the letters are embedded in the subsequent conversations. 

Rose receives a letter poking fun at her pretensions, claiming that her attempts to hide her affections for people are futile. In response we get Kanaya, who imperiously proclaims her disdain for Rose, only to suddenly change tact and explicitly seek Rose’s friendship, an entreaty which the oft paranoid Rose accepts. Dave receives a letter imploring him to let go of his insecurities and express himself. In response we get Tavros, the very picture of insecurity, who is fixated on the idea of making Dave shit himself (as part of an ‘emotional constipation’ motif that follows Dave). And Dave complies, in a sense, by way of the quasi-ironic gay treatise that compels Tavros to block him. Each conversation addresses the issues laid out in John’s letter.

Examples can be found throughout the comic. Equius remarking that he talks to Gamzee every day (2220) establishes that Gamzee is regularly haunted by the thoughts of domination that Equius voices -- both in the literal and metaphorical sense. Erisolsprite referring to Dirk as a rock 2oliid piiece of a22 and then calling himself 2ociiopathiic for even thinking something so callous (5516) expresses a conflict already present in Jake’s own mind, echoing the frustration with his own dirty thoughts expressed by the argument with brainghost!Dirk. Feferi’s pronounced enthusiasm for the imminent apocalypse should cause you to question Kanaya’s seemingly neutral resignation towards the end of the world, since Feferi manifests for Kanaya (2328). And so on.

The person being trolled is always being confronted with thoughts or feelings or memories already present within themself. Alien contact always doubles as a brain ghost haunting.

Another example, with some buildup: Karkat invokes the phrase “PERFORATE MY BONE BULGE WITH A CULLING FORK” to express his contempt for Vriska, and on subsequent pages we see Feferi pointing her culling fork at a cuttlefish (2181), as if to suggest that the creature symbolizes the bone bulge. Fast forward to Kanaya, who has just gotten through a conversation with Vriska and finds herself haunted by Eridan, who keeps going on about his romantic desperations and insisting (correctly) that Kanaya’s crush on Vriska is itself romantic. That his notification erupts from an image of cuttlefish held at Kanaya’s waist adds to the air of yearning, as though her own bulge is rumbling. The scene is capped off with a double entendre: “its hard and nobody understands” is playfully poignant jab at an inability to understand one’s own desires (among other things). 

And Homestuck devotes a lot of attention to desire.

It’s long been acknowledged by the fandom at large that Kanaya’s attraction to Light players functions as a joke on the proverbial moth-to-the-flame. As reconciliation with the fire destroys the moth, there’s a morbid tinge to the attraction, as though it doubles as a death wish. And the wish is granted -- when Kanaya dies in Homestuck, she dies to light, either from Eridan’s wand or the laser blasts unleashed by HIC. Even the death of Kanaya’s lusus pertains to light -- the matriorb ripped from her innards is shaped like a miniature sun, as if to establish some loose link between the notion of motherhood and the incandescence Kanaya eventually achieves.

This can be generalized into a principle wherein lusii (and the circumstances of their deaths!) can functions as analogies for the desire of the wards.

Vriska, for example, desires execution. When offering Terezi a flimsy apology for crippling Tavros and proxy-murdering Aradia, Vriska offers to slam her head against her desk in penitence. This moment should be read against Vriska’s addiction to breaking 8 balls, and leaving the broken shards lying around as though she’s inviting the “bad luck” of stepping on them. It /is/ an invitation. Vriska seeks love via violent retribution against herself. This is why in the right panel, Vriska’s blood-spattered head is juxtaposed with a broken 8 ball: the blood came from Spidermom’s execution (which characterizes Vriska’s desire), and motif of 8R8K H34DS connects the moment to Vriska’s idea of apology.

Like Kanaya, Vriska (to a degree) seems to structure her love life along these lines. In the words of @azdoine:

like ppl are actually out here writing Vriska as the top as if her entire Act 5 character arc isn’t about bratting out until Terezi has no choice but to punish her

“oh noo, I, the thief of light, stole all of your luck, and made the coin land on the scratched side! now you have to kill me! but I’m probably going to get away with everything, because you don’t have the guts to stab me with that sword of yours!!!!!!!! if only there was somebody, like you, who could prove me wrong!”

EXTREMELY SUBTLE THERE, VRISKA

Vriska’s approach to wooing Tavros also revolves around baiting execution:

The scene: Tavros leads a horde of imps and ogres into a mystery cave, the top of which is adorned with kissing lizards and an alchemical symbol. Tavros is putting a puzzle of a frog together, but Vriska has already pieced together the puzzle: making a frog universe is, in part, a cipher for personal reproduction. The Ultimate Alchemy is making a baby! And as Vriska says, “real gamers cut to the chase. They power through all the nonsense and go for the gold.” So she brings Tavros to LOMAT and makes the moves on him.

Tavros is equated to a treasure chest by the repeated use of framing and Vriska is GOING FOR THE GOLD, like a WINNER. Tavros later reaches into the same chest for his lance before heading off to attempt to kill Vriska -- affirming that the treasure Vriska seeks here is Tavros’s “lance”.

This setup was suggested by the conversation accompanying the kissing salamanders: Vriska gives Tavros a map with a big red X, saying he should take his legion of imps through the gate and go defeat his denizen. The gate actually leads to Vriska, but she isn’t lying. She is positioning herself to be Tavros’s final boss. The imps are manifestations of Tavros’s pent up rage (much of which was generated by Vriska’s harassment), and Vriska wants Tavros to take that anger out on her. Hence the later panel which uses Vriska’s boots to place a big red X directly over her groin, making explicit the implicit goal of Tavros’s trip to the windmill X-gate.

This pursuit of love through violent comeuppance may have something to do with Vriska’s bitter disappointment that ghost!Aradia did not seem to hate her.

An intermission/introduction of sorts, as we bridge from one discussion of desire to another: did you know that Michael Bay’s Armageddon (1998) structures itself in part around Freud’s Oedipus complex? I say this in total sincerity.

The plot: a meteor the size of Texas bears down upon the Earth, threatening armageddon. Luckily, a crew of rough-and-tumble oil drillers are ready to fly into space and split that mother in two. Oh HELL yeah.

Except, wait, the movie’s actually about family drama: Bruce Willis finds Ben Affleck sleeping with his daughter Liv Tyler; Willis proceeds to chase Affleck around the oil rig with a shotgun, bang bang bang. Not Allowed. The Protective-Father-Hates-Your-Boyfriend dynamic is presented as an Oedipal triad of sorts: although Tyler is not literally Affleck’s mother, she performs the mom-function of “forbidden object of desire” -- and Willis opening fire is equivalent to the castration said to await trespassers onto maternal soil.

The above reading is buttressed by jokes: Armageddon appears to function within an implicit dream machine, such that the characters’ thoughts and fears can become manifest in their environment. So when it comes to pass that whenever  Affleck climbs into a hole (heehee), a pipe breaks (hoohoo), and suddenly everything goes boom, I read that as Affleck reliving the consequences of boning Tyler, packaged in such a way that the Freudian fear of castration is more explicit. (The relevance of Oedipus to the proceedings adds some humor to Steve Buscemi declaring the entire disastrous situation a “Greek tragedy”)

At any rate, after some shenanigans, Willis comes to accept Affleck’s claim to his daughter and confers the deed, as it were. Willis gives the young couple his blessing and they get married. Hooray!

Except, wait, the movie’s actually about the perpetuation of the oil industry: the dream machine was declared at the beginning of the movie when a petty street-side argument triggered the first barrage of meteors. The meteor the size of Texas (aka Dotty) is triggered by conflicts that haunt the central cast -- namely Willis, who enters the film hitting golf balls at a Green Peace boat. On a metaphorical level, Dotty is a golf ball the size of Texas, striking directly at the Earth instead its self-declared representatives. There’s a certain irony here: the film lampshades that the men who are destroying the world have been tasked with saving it.

The family drama folds into the environmentalist angle: Liv Tyler is a symbol of the earth (which gets drilled). This is the joke when Affleck is bouncing animal crackers around on her belly like she’s host to the Savannah: she kind of is! It’s no coincidence that Willis confers ownership of the oil rig at the same moment that he offers his daughter’s hand in marriage: the motifs are being discussed simultaneously.

But enough of all of that: back to Homestuck.

Armageddon’s simultaneous casting of Liv Tyler into the roles of earth and mother offers a glimpse at the interpretive possibilities made available by Hussie’s statement that Homestuck is in a way a synonym for Earthbound (an RPG in which “homesickness” is a status ailment which can be cured by calling your mom). Stuckness or boundness can be deployed to communicate a sense of longing for “home”.

A good chunk of Homestuck is built upon feelings of nostalgia, taken to mean a sort of intense separation anxiety with the past. John speaks about this when he watches Con Air with Jade – John wants the movie to feel like it did when he watched it with his Dad long ago, but the feeling from when he was a kid is gone. This upsets him. Moreover, John’s freakout starts at the moment Cyrus puts a gun to the bunny’s head (5286): Con Air itself is partly about Nic Cage trying to return to the life he lost when he went to jail, and ‘putting the bunny back in the box’ is a metaphor for the attempt. Cyrus, in threatening the bunny, is highlighting his role as a force preventing things from going back to how they were. Thus, if we are to believe that John is responding to the movie thematically, Cyrus confronts John with his own inability to go back to a happier past – his inability to go home -- and this recognition is met with anger.

In making the leap to the psychoanalytic motifs, it helps to recall the part where baby!Dirk responds to being born by cracking open his ectotube and crawling back inside. Dirk, who aspires towards his “ultimate self”, illustrates here that he envisions his ascension as a return to the ‘essence’ of Dirk from which he (and all other iterations of himself) arose, as represented by the ectoslime. Baby!Dirk gestures at unity with his ectoslime/essence by crawling back into the place from which he was born, which I’m basically claiming is a “return to the womb” on a symbolic level, or at least that this is a useful parallel to draw. (A related motif to think about: Dirk decapitates himself by sticking his head inside a box, which as per Con Air symbolizes the place you wish to return to)

[Hella Jeff sez: “i took (my pants) off because i was banging your mom for a minute there..... AND NOW YOU ARE BANGING HER”]

Castration becomes unavoidable as you try to relate all of this to Dave, whose occasional references to banging hot moms are part of an ongoing reference to the Oedipus Complex. Critically, the complex is not /just/ about wanting to bone your mom, but also fear that your dad will chop your junk off if you do. The breaking of Dave’s sword on the rooftop is a realization of this fear (yes, we’re doing the “swords are phallic” thing). But Dave has no mom that he knows of, so what gives? 

The answer is in the way Bro inexplicably breaks the record emblem on Dave’s t-shirt, as though he has introduced a fissure into Dave’s very identity. Life with Bro has made it very difficult for Dave to be honest with himself, which is to say, Dave pictures Bro’s abuse as having divided him from an ideal “true self”, which can feel emotions without all the anxious ironic detachment. I mentioned before that seeking unity with that from which you came is a “return to the womb”. This is the sense in which the Oedipal mom attraction becomes relevant: the return to the past is sexualized. The ‘home’ Dave wishes to return to is /himself/, and in this sense Dave is his own hot mom (which is related to how often Dave compliments his own looks, as well as the above gif suggesting Dave’s boner – he is literally/metaphorically “attracted” to himself).

(Incidentally: this model of desire, in which a broken subject attempt to become whole again by seeking out its lost half, is basically the concept of the soulmate, as laid out by Plato. Cherub reproduction turns the metaphysical pursuit of one’s lost half into a plot-level objective)

John’s entry item (apple) was linked to fear embodied in a childhood trauma (the Fall), and the same can be said of Dave. Hatching from the shell that contained your primordial goop (Dirk) is analogous to being violently separated from yourself (Dave), which is why Dave’s entry item (an egg) hatching coincided with Bro slicing the meteor in half: the abuse that divided Dave from himself, his “castration” by Bro, is simultaneously the “birth” that separated Dave from his “mother” (which is also Dave).

The general idea is that birth = self-alienation = castration, insofar as all are depicted as modes of being separated from oneself.

The broad motif of ‘being separated from oneself’ can be very useful for identifying brain ghosts in unexpected places. Take for example, Roxy’s fenestrated planes: when they are introduced the narrative is quick to tell us that if someone were caught half in/out of one of the windows when the power cuts out, they would be sliced in half. By the rule of Chekhov’s gun, this introduction should mean we should eventually see someone get gorily bisected by the window, but alas we never do. 

Instead, when Gcat warped the panel away, trapping Roxy between the windows, we were shown the image of a bisected horse puppet in Dirk’s apartment, This signals that Chekhov’s gun has indeed gone off. But rather than splitting a body, it split a soul: Meenah’s introduction follows the sequence because Roxy has generated a shadow of herself, a doppelganger. This is not without precedent: an earlier portion of this post was devoted to exploring the fourth wall as a mode of self-alienation. Roxy’s panel mishap can be considered part of that pattern.

If Meenah functions as an extension of Roxy, all of her actions can be read as bearing some relations to Roxy’s own latent thoughts and desires. Prior to the epilogues, for example, Meenah imploring John not to give her the ring seemed to be yet another Fuck You to the late Chekov: the issue never comes up again. But a psychic link between Meenah and Roxy would suggest that John broke his promise to Meenah by giving the ring to Roxy, and that whatever motivations compelled Meenah to make her request in the first place would also apply to Roxy.

Decapitation is yet another mode of self-alienation, and thus can be construed as a mode of birth. Hence the image of Lil Sebastian hatching from his shell of taxidermied man meat. That’s a motif unto itself, but what I wish to call attention to is the match-cut from John’s broke body to Jake’s broken tower. The juxtaposition collapses the images into metaphor, such that Jake’s loose dome in the woods becomes a decapitated head -- an appropriate addition to the pumpkin patch it rests in, given all the Headless Horseman jokes. We can look to Dirk for for another example of a headless horse-man of the house echoing the head: for a guy who idealizes decapitation to such a degree, it is striking that Sburb aims to provoke him by reattaching his beheaded apartment to its underlying units.

Houses act as metaphors for heads, then “Homestuck” could also interpreted as “head trapped” -- like the title emphasizes confinement within one’s own mind. Such a reading offers up Failure to Launch and Arrested Development (posters on John and Jane’s walls) as alternate synonyms for Homestuck, as each satirizes (or outright mocks) potential failure states in the process of inter-personal and mental development (ie “growing up”). Like Earthbound, both lean on a sense of homesickness in characterizing despondency, as though characters are haunted by the needs that defined their childhood -- or else find themselves needing that childhood itself.

But collapsing nostalgia into infantile regression is far from the only way to approach the house/heads equation. One might read the transformation and growth of houses with Sburb as metaphors for expanding the mind. One might infer that the choreography of events within houses can map out thoughts like dancing bees. One might take the metaphor as a foothold for interpreting the significance of the Sburb logo being at once a house and a window. \I have my own thoughts about Homestuck’s brain-ghost haunted house-minds, but for now, I only hope that this document has raised some interesting questions -- and ideally, that the interpretive approaches I’ve described might be useful in seeking answers.

#homestuck #homestuck meta #this is basically the contents of the stream #movies #john #rose #dave #jade #jake #dirk #roxy #gamzee #vriska #4th wall #psychoanalysis #house as head #plato

[augujerdeer]

Hi! I'm new to systems and things like this.. uh. What does your headspace look like? Or do you have a history with yours. I dunno what to do for mine...

Oh hey! Sorry we haven’t responded kdbjdb

Uhh honestly our headspace is a Little Big so, im not sure where to start.. it’s not very simple to explain since we have a map’s worth of area to cover! And each place has it’s own Feel and stuff. I’ll try to be a bit brief- maybe going through our Headspace History (HH /j)

So along time ago, we only had the Meadow, and for the OG members, they thought it was all we had. Then over time and after some exploring, it grew! Well, it didn’t grow, but they started exploring and finding new stuff. Then Jaiden made the mansion, and it kind of explodes from there until it slowed down again sicne we all had no interesting in exploring anymore

RIP desktop users. Mobile users, freel free to tap the image and zoom in!

It’s not accurate but this is what we have today. It’s VERY Huge. We even have a second planet, but we don’t really visit that nymore, nor do we want to. On the other side of the world, i know there’s a beach.. but we haven’t gone more than a year though with how Big this map is, do know that there’s trees and LOTS of unexplored areas! We don’t have NPC’s other than Small critters like mice, rabbits, owls, fireflies, bugs, birds, etc! So we don;t have predators either, but it’s possible there are wolves in the mountains.. I am NOT going to try and confirm that. The other NPC’s we have are the Robots in the ruined City. They are NOT friendly! theyre 3+ stories high, and look liek a GIANT marble on stilts that can shoot lasers. I don’t wanna go into detail unless anyone asks specific questions. There’s just TOO many stuff to talk about it one post haha

I will go into the mansion though

This is the mansion, or the main oarts of it at least! Ignoring the interior, this is it! It started with only the main room at first, but expanded to have a tall corridor with Alven’s arrival. Then people just started adding rooms from there. It’s VERY tall! It’s taller than a 2-3 story HOUSE in there. It’s so tall, Peter could practice swinging using the huge coloumns dkhdkh. It’s also very long, so if you don’t run, you won’t reach the end after a while.

The interior for the main room and Tall corridor is very Victorian and Elegant. So lots of golds and whites for the main room. In tne Tall Corridor, it has a lot of cool colors- purples and darker but not edgy-reds. There’s almost a permanent sun/moon ray from the windows flowing into the floor.

When we (the teens) started moving in this year, I’m pretty sure Jaiden didn’t fill up the whole corridor just because there’s so many of us. So he made our own living quarters sub-room

The way the mansion works, is that it;s always bigger on the inside. So no matter how small thae main room might be, once you open a door, it’s bigger than what it might feel like from the outside. Also, for the mansion- it has no exterior. On the outside, it’s two big doors. But yeah, if you look outside the windows, you see the meadow. Which is weird... because one time, someone crashed into Jaiden’s room via the window from the outside- but my brain hurts trying to explain how that’s possible

The above is a VERY crude simplified version of our living hallways!! I’m too lazy to draw and assign which door is what- but MJ and Peter’s doors are across the hall from/in front of each other. Me and kris have rooms next to each other, and so on. The interior here is like a cozy and simple hotel, and we all have our own rooms.

Here’s our old post about our headspace! Some updates are:

Farmhouse: nobody lives there anymore; Jamie moved in to a deeper level of the mansion somewhere only Cahra and Jaiden can get to properly

The Bunker: empty... everyone moved out and into the Mansion (Withe the exception of Matthew but he’s.. dormant now)

Toriel’s cottage: described as a very otherworldy area not because it’s alien, but because it feels so nice and calm, that it feels unreal. The sun shines so nice and peeks through the trees in a pretty way all the time

Crowley’s apartment: we don’t know where it is and we never will

General stuff about our headspace:

Jamie discovered it more than made it. Not all of us can edit or make things from thin air but some people can! (see: Jaiden and Crowley).

Some areas we didn’t make, and just appeared with more exploration OR when someone splits. Toriel didn’t make her cottage, it was just like the brain made it for her without us asking. Same for Fluttershy. For Crowley, he had to make his apartment and Bentley from scratch

After that, I can’t give much advice for your headspace <:-) meditation is definitely key, and trying to connect to your headspace more might help! From what we;ve seen, every system has different “headspace rules” (like for example some behave very realistic where instead of summonign a sofa, they need to order one or build one ikea style. For us, we have magic, some don’t, etc)

The headspace is a ‘pwerful’ place!! So With enough practice you should be able to make small things if not big things. What you wanna add, go for it! If it’s big and permanent, then talking to your system members and asking for what they might like can give you ideas!

#Ask #anon #headspace #innerworld #long post #from sal #the inly reason we have ‘a lot of history’ i think is just because we’ve ‘been a system so long/discovered we were a system a long time ago’ #that we end up expanding without thinking #like with any history your timeline grows as you keep going #excuse my typos #kris turned off autocorrect a long time ago

[imogentemlt]

the last of us 2, my thoughts:

in what is apparently an extremely unpopular opinion, i quite enjoyed it. it wasn’t perfect and while there were things i’d change i still think it was a great game.

the good:

this is small but i just really, really loved how it mirrored the start of the first with ellie waking up (post prologue) like tlou 1 did with joel, it was a nice touch

the world building. this game is beautiful. the atmosphere of pretty much every level was on point and i really liked the wide range of places we got to go to and see. it all did a great job of making me want to explore.

combat and side dialogue between characters flowed really nice; it could be challenging but also remained fun.

the god damn museum scene will remain in my heart for forever, it was simply perfect.

LEV!! sweet boy, best boy, deserves all the love. he really made the abby arc much more enjoyable for me.

i thought the overall story was just fine, while i have a few hang ups (see below), i was invested, i wanted to see it through and i thought it was a good journey for ellie.

the farmhouse! seeing ellie happy and with a family and living the exact life joel would’ve wanted for her was wonderful. also, two women raising a baby. as someone who will be in a family situation exactly like that in the near future, it meant so so much to see it in a game/on the screen.

the thing i enjoyed the most though was just simply ellie. she’s a wonderful, fantastic character and it was so great to see her showcased after tlou 1.

the “bad” aka things i didn’t like:

mostly my issues are with the narrative and its pacing and the order of events.

i think the story wouldve been much better if they’d interspersed abby and ellie’s time in seattle instead of playing entirely through one then the other. it would’ve been so cool to see how close ellie was sometimes. like the hospital for example; it wouldve been much more fulfilling to have ellie learn noras at the hospital and decide to go there then cut to abby going going to and being at that same hospital looking for medical supplies. then back to ellie arriving and the hope and anxiety that players would feel knowing abby was just there and what if she still was and what could happen. personally, for me as a player, playing ~12-13 hours as ellie and reaching the climax of the three days to then cut back and have to spend another 10 or more as abby was a big bummer and really disrupted the flow of the game. i mostly just powered through it to get back to ellie. 

the dual pregnancy plot lines. what was the point? to add emotional weight maybe but mostly it felt like an excuse to sideline dina when she easily couldve been there through it all.

santa barbara could’ve been left out completely and instead have the game end in seattle with a nice epilogue but it wasn’t a terrible choice, just an odd one in my opinion.

and, finally, my biggest issue and the one i really am moderately upset about: the complete and total false advertising, scene alteration and misdirection naughty dog did throughout marketing. it was really annoying to be excited about scenes only to reach them in the game and theyre..... completely different? replacing flashback joel and ellie models with the older and “present” ones in the trailer to give the illusion joel would be involved? fucking dumb. over half of us expected him to die at some point anyways, i would have rather they were upfront about it all from the get go. i really enjoyed the game and naughty dog are good people but they really fuckin dropped the ball on marketing this game.

ultimately, here’s where i’m at:

it wasn’t perfect, but it was damn good and a fun journey

gameplay, combat, worldbuilding all were top tier and wonderful

there were things that could’ve been changed within the narrative to improve the flow of the story

💕💕💕 ellie williams 💕💕💕

im extremely thankful to naughty dog for creating a character like ellie, a character i can relate to so much and seeing myself represented as the main character in a game meant more than i expected it to.

despite my few hang ups, i do really really fuckin love this game and absolutely will be replaying.

#i know no one gives a shit but i wanted to get my thoughts out there #tlou 2 #tlou 2 spoilers

[cozyteez]

Hii, do u have any tips for writing fics?? I’m so used to writing research reports, lab reports, and formal essays that creative writing has become something I really struggle with. I guess it’s having the freedom to write anything and not knowing how to make sure it’s not corny. I tried outlining a fic one time but it was so frustrating LOLOLOL. Anyways, I love your ateez fics. They are so cute and creative!!

hi !!!! im like rlly touched u asked me and i feel u actually that's why i started this blog; im a biomedical engineering major so as u can imagine i dont get to take much creativity with what i write because writing papers and reports and proposals are so formulaic and u gotta stick to the facts so that being said i actually tested out of all my college writing classes so all my writing knowledge is from ap english in hs lmao so take it w many grians of salt

the #1 thing i do when im feeling sort of unmotivated about a story or maybe like like dragging myself thru mud to write it is to just write the "fun" part first. to me the fun part is usually the climax or maybe the like the "wouldn't it be cute if..." moment that came to mind that inspired me to write a blurb in the first place! then usually once i sort of get the ball rolling on that my brain will help me out and keep the momentum going by thinking of maybe "oohh okay maybe this can happen next" or "oohh and what if this led up to it" or !! just stop there !! something ive learned from my mx writing blog which is like a year older than this one was that you don't owe anybody context especially for a blurb so maybe it really is just 3 sentences of a cute moment u thought of like its whatever ur the one writing it

now for longer fics im going to be honest jongho's first love is my first and only completed attempt at a multi stage coherent story. and that was fueled purely based on the fact that when i look at jongho he just gives off sort a really excited sort of innocence that i wanted to further explore and personify through the idea of him experiencing love for the first time but even then i really struggled w the last part because that's where my personal experience stopped and i had basically nothing to go off of because ive never been in love so i did have to kinda wait for ideas to come to me. for prince yunho i have posted 4 chapters but have all the way through chapter 15 drafted. and by drafted i mean it's like 3 sentences of the overall idea. again, the fic was inspired by the duality between yunho's on stage vs. off stage persona where if somebody was to watch an ateez performance for the first time they may find him very serious and maybe even intimidating but atiny would know that his off stage persona (the one he choses to create for us anyways) is very silly and happy-go-lucky and approachable, which is why prince yunho is seen as narameth's strong and stoic pride and joy but in reality he's sort of clumsy but means well. so i let that and his relationship w xenia who is an original character (OC) sort inspire stories or interactions that i force into a plot line. so for example i believe when i first started thinking abt a prince au for yunho i thought "wouldn't it be funny if the first scene started out painting him as this strong and serious man and then cut to him choking on food or something" and that sort of inspired the idea of him being nervous abt the speech and then xenia came out of that because he needed a complementary character imo since i knew he was gonna be kind of one dimensional and then his backstory with xenia inspired other ideas and then one day i was sad and wanted a hug so that inspired a piece of the plot line and so on. so basically: let an idea or even an aspect of somebody come to you and just write it down, let it inspire other ideas. and don't be afriad to completely start over. i wrote a whole chapter for prince yunho and deleted the whole thing because i hated where it was going and started back from scratch. sometimes you have to revisit things abt your characters and their relationships with others to get a new idea. there's a story in every person and every relationship you just have to find the clues

here's an example of what i mean by "write the good part first". this is typically what the very first draft of a blurb will look like for me

((( blah blah blah basically its raining and y/n is sad bc wooyoung broke her heart two weeks ago idk maybe go into it maybe not)))

y/n is all sad and feeling sorry for themselves on the couch theyre past crying but still feel pretty shitty plus it's storming and cold outside. great

there's a knock on their door ofc they have the cliche "who could that be moment" even tho they lowkey know. we literally all know

so yeah wooyoung's there soaked in rain eyes puffy y/n thinks he's been crying

-this would be the "fun part". i'll fix all that garbage up top later or maybe even change it completely idk yet-

"y/n? i - uh. hi"

he sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck while you crossed your arms over your chest, fighting the urge to close the door and walk away for good

"hi? really wooyoung? is that the best you can do?"

(((wooyoung does smth idk)))

"well i just -"

"you just what? showed up here in the rain after you broke my heart and didn't even bother to tell me why? this isn't some romance movie, asshole. you can't just come here late at night and expect to find me all sad and willing to take you back because i'm not. so say what you're gonna say so i can get back to my life"

your face was red hot and you trying very hard, probably too hard, to fight back tears. ((( idk talk some more abt y/n's emotions then what wooyoung is doing)))

"look, i made a mistake i-"

"oh my god! why did i know you were gonna do this. i just knew as soon as i saw you-"

"will you let me get a fucking word in!?"

well that was new. in the entire time you'd known him he had never raised his voice at you like that, your shock causing you to immediately close your mouth and fold your arms back into yourself (((make y/n seem more scared))) noticing your reaction, he lowered his voice back down and instictively reached for you, heartbroken at the way you jerked away from his touch

"please y/n, i'm sorry. i didn't mean to raise my voice it's just that i need to tell you that i regret what i did i regret breaking up with you so fucking much and you don't have to take me back i just need you to know how much you meant, no, mean to me. i still love you, a lot. there's not a day, an hour, a minute, or a single second that goes by that i'm not thinking of you"

"then why?"

your voice was small and wavering, your tears now dangerously close to spilling down your cheeks

"why what?"

"why did you break up with me like that, just all of a sudden"

he pushed his hands into his pockets and looked away

"because that morning i woke up before you and when i looked at you asleep next to me, i saw myself spending the rest of my life with you and it scared the shit out of me"

"why did it scare you?"

"because i just figured you didn't feel the same. i was selfish and wanted to save myself heartbreak down the line and so i told you i didn't wanna be with you anymore, but that was a mistake because it turns out i can't function with out you, i can't breathe without you i can't live without you, y/n. i shouldn't have let you go"

tears were now freely flowing down your face (((okay brain no work anymore y/n kisses him duh and then ofc they make up wooyoung prob says smth cheesy and y/n is like ur lucky i love you or smth ahaha the end)))

tl;dr -> don't be afraid to get messy. creative writing is not nearly as structured as academic/scientific writing. write whatever u want first it can even be the middle of a huge fight scene or some dialogue u think is funny. if ur stuck read what you have or maybe just take a break and let an idea come to you. a story doesnt have to come together til the very end so it can be as messy and out of order as u want until u wanna post it. also i would always use the third person omniscient point of view for a longer story like a chaptered fic as a default and only change if it would impact the plot in a negative way. this is where the narrator knows what every character is thinking/feeling and im p sure a teacher in middle school told me it was the easiest to write and follow

#sorry i got carried away #also rmbr how i was like my brain cant stop imagining dramatic and disgusting love confessions in the rain? i meant like that #it's so chessy ik 😔 bleh #amanda talks