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blossomwritesthings · 1 year

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𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧

pairing: chan x fem!reader (afab)

genre: sick!fic. idol!chan. hurt/comfort. angst. fluff. reader pov. established relationship.

content & warnings: explicit & strong language. mild thematic elements. this one isn't as angsty as some of my other skz sick!fics. reader is sick/feeling shitty (with her period). chan is an amazing and loving bf what can i say. slighttt mention of possession from chan (but in a cute way!!). pet names (affectionately). a LOT of fluff.

word count: 3.0k

summary: it's always at the most inconvenient of times that your body decides to gift you with your period- and this time around, it's during a moment when your boyfriend chan is busy in his studio. so surely, he won't have time to spare to comfort you, right??

a/n: i've already gotten quite a few requests to do chan next in my skz x sick!fics series, so here ya'll go haha! 😂 i think jisung is next up on the sick!fic queue, but we shall see..... 🫣 also, chan is literally the reason why i continue to live some days lmao he's such a big comfort and inspiration for me and i love him a lot and just want to protect him all of the time,, he's so precious to me ugh!!! 😩❤️

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ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴘᴏsᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ sɪᴛᴇs (ᴛʜɪs ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇs ᴛʀᴀɴsʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴs). © ʙʟᴏssᴏᴍᴡʀɪᴛᴇsᴛʜɪɴɢs ⤐ ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛs ʀᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ

You knew that you shouldn’t have been interrupting your boyfriend since he had been diligently working in his office for most of the night. As soon as he arrived home from a long day at the company, he proclaimed that a spark of inspiration had hit him, and he needed to get his ideas down.

So, he stole away to his small studio that was just off to the side of your shared bedroom. The apartment you guys lived in was nothing special to look at, but it held a functional space where Chan could have his studio, and that’s all that mattered. Even if your bedroom was a little smaller than what you would’ve liked, you could put up with such qualms if it meant the love of your life had a comfortable space to work in. Plus, it was always nice when he chose to work from home and not at the company. Being at home with him, even if you guys were in two separate rooms, was enough to keep you more than happy and content.

This is why, the moment your symptoms grew to become almost unbearable, the pain shooting up from deep in your abdomen, cheeks flushing every few minutes with heat, limbs growing a little weak and fatigued, you found yourself just outside the door of Chan’s studio, knocking on the wood softly. There was a moment of silence on his end, and a bit of shuffling before you heard him usher you in.

As you entered the room, you were immediately soothed by the chill atmosphere that encased his studio. The dim led-lights glowed across the crown moulding of the high ceiling, casting a cool glow of blue on everything in the room. There were fuzzy blankets and silky pillows strewn across the large black leather couch that Chan had shoved into the corner of the room - the couch you two had spent much time on throughout your relationship.

And then your eyes flitted over to your boyfriend’s desk, which was decked out in all of the newest and greatest technology; fit with large speakers, three monitors, and a handful of keyboards that you had no clue what he used for.

Your boyfriend was so focused on the screens in front of him that he didn’t even turn around to greet you. He was sitting up, spine-straight in his plush desk chair, leaning over one of his many keyboards and picking out certain notes on the keys. A large set of headphones was placed just beside him on the desk, which you supposed he had just taken off upon your presence.

“What’s up, baby girl?” He asked, voice coming out husky and low from being unused. You two hadn’t spoken since you finished dinner together, which was several hours earlier that night.

With a glance at the large metal-lined clock that hung close to his desk, you read that it was close to midnight. No wonder why you were so tired. It had been a busy week at work, and you had decided to lounge around the apartment all that day since it was a Saturday. Chan had been gone at work, occupied with schedules all day until he managed to get home relatively early for him - which was around eight in the evening - so he could have dinner with you before going straight back to work again in his studio.

Without saying anything, you trailed over to him. With gentle hands, you pried his arms away from his keyboard. You felt his eyes flutter from being trained on the computer screens to scanning down the length of your face. Silently, you moved so that you were sitting atop his lap, straddling his waist with your legs. You wrapped two arms across his broad shoulders, nuzzling your nose into the crook of his neck. Catching his scent, which was of musky body wash and deep fern.

Chan let out a soft chuckle as he snaked one arm around your waist, holding you close to him as he used his other hand to get back to work. “What’s all of this about, darling?” He asked, his deep voice cascading close over your ear and sending a zap of energy to coarse through your entire body.

“It hurts, Chan…” You whispered, words barely heard over the catchy beat that was bleeding from the nearby speakers.

Your boyfriend’s entire body froze up just then, as he slowly brought you away from his neck and locked eyes with you. You saw concern dance there, darkening his pupils just slightly. “What hurts, sweetheart? Are you sick?”

Frantically, you shook your head. “N-No, I just… I have cramps.” You said in a meek voice. And finding it hard to hold his stare, your focus landed on the faintly glowing led lights that were strung around the room, washing your boyfriend’s skin in a kind of ocean-blue glimmer.

Then, you felt a few slim fingers move underneath your chin, tilting your head just slightly so that your gaze locked with Chan’s once more. “Is it that time of the month again, princess?” He rose a dark, perfectly-manicured eyebrow your way.

Slowly, your hands found their way into his hair, absently playing with the black curls there as you bit down on your bottom lip in a nervous habit you always did when you were feeling uncomfortable. “Y-Yeah, kinda. It started after dinner.”

Chan leaned into your form at your confession, pressing his mouth against yours in a tender kiss, plush lips fitting atop yours perfectly. “What can I do to help you, my love?” His voice came out gravelly as he gave you another handful of kisses. "What do you need from me right now, hmm?”

Never in your life had you had a man who cared so fucking much about you. And you knew that it wasn’t just out of obligation because you guys were dating. No, this man sitting right in front of you cared for you wholly and ardently because he wanted to. He took pleasure in it, and it filled him with so much happiness when he saw that you were happy.

“I… don’t know,” your voice trailed off into silence as your heart raced from his kisses. Chan yanked his head away from you, a tiny smirk cracking across his face at the sight of your pink-tinged cheeks. His dear kisses always did that to you- always stirred the vat of love that was hidden just beneath the surface of your veins.

He swiped a thumb across your warm flesh, “Oh- is my baby blushing?” He laughed softly. You felt both of his hands come around your hips then, fingers squeezing at the skin that was exposed between your tank top and short shorts.

“No, it’s just a h-hot flash.” You mumbled in a tiny voice. But already, your face was giving you away - as a furious shade of crimson bloomed across both of your cheeks.

And all at once, Chan was standing up from his chair in one fluid movement, grasping onto your waist and yanking you close to him as he moved. You squealed in surprise at his sudden change in position. “Chan, what are you doing?” You asked around a hearty laugh, clutching on tightly to his shoulders as he trudged through his studio and towards the bedroom.

“Taking care of my girlfriend, that’s what,” he began as he neared your shared bed. He gingerly placed you down atop the downy mattress, taking a nearby woolly blanket and tucking it all around your body. “Now, you stay right here, and I’ll be back with all of the goods in no time at all.”

You dramatically rolled your eyes at that, “Don’t make a huge production out of it, babe. I get this every month, I'm used to it.” You called after him as he hurried to the bedroom door again.

Turning around to face you in the doorframe, he leveled you with a deep frown, “And you don’t make a big production out of me helping you, baby.”

You felt a satisfied smile erupt across your face just as he closed the door behind him. You turned onto your side, burrowing down into the blanket as your heart beat wildly. It galloped in the pit of your chest because of your boyfriend.

Because even though he had been so busy with work, even though he had been extremely focused and in the middle of a creative spell, he somehow managed to pull himself away from all of it to take care of you. To go out of his way and help to make you feel better. And if that wasn’t love, you didn’t know what was.

Sometime later, Chan was back in the bedroom, clad with a bag bursting with various items. He plopped down beside you, offering you a meek smile as he began to pull out the various things he had retrieved to… make you feel better. He plugged in the heating pad that you always used during the special time of the month, and turned it on, positioning it atop your lower stomach that was still covered in the large blanket.

You rifled through the bag of goods at your side, eyeing the huge bag of salty chips, a dark-chocolate bar, a box of toffee cookies, and a chilled bottle of green tea. Staring up at your boyfriend, you flashed him a cheeky grin. “All of this for me, babe? You didn’t have to… I would’ve been fine with just the chocolate.”

He leaned forward then, carding a few fingers through your hair gently and pushing the locks away from your face. “Of course, baby girl. Want to help you however I can…” He pressed a gentle kiss against your forehead, before yanking his lips away from your warmed skin and staring down at you with a serious expression painted across his face. “Have you taken any medicine yet? For the pain?”

Grabbing the hand that wasn’t currently playing in your hair, you threaded your fingers through his, marveling at the way that his large hands practically dwarfed yours in size. “Yeah, I took some as soon as I felt the pain come on.”

“Good girl,” your boyfriend said in a quiet tone. You pulled your attention from your intertwined fingers and noticed him staring down at you with a… peculiar look.

“What?” You asked, squeezing his fingers a little bit with your own. A sardonic kind of smirk widened across his lips. “Why are you smiling at me like that?”

“Because…” He began in a light, charming voice, “I know that you feel shitty right now, but I can’t help but think that you’re the most beautiful woman in the entire world.” Your boyfriend pressed into you then, giving your lips a tentative kiss. “And you’re all mine…”

You whined against his mouth, “Don’t say things like that or you’ll literally be the cause for me breaking out into ugly sobs... you know how much I can't take sentimental stuff when I'm on my period.”

Chan laughed deeply, giving either of your cheeks warm kisses before moving away from you slightly. “Well, we can have none of that.” He shifted on the bed so that he was lying beside you. He wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you close and into his side.

The heat that his body always seemed to radiate did something to your heart - soothed an ache that was throbbing deep in your bones, in your lower stomach. “What are you doing?” You tilted your head up so that you could see his face. His brows were furrowed in concentration as he turned on the flatscreen tv that was placed just in front of your bed.

“I’m picking out a comfort movie for us to watch.”

“Why? I thought you had to work to do - inspiration calling, and all of that.”

He stared down at you, pupils slanting just a tiny bit at your insinuation that he’d rather work at that moment than spend time with his one and only girlfriend. “Baby girl, you should know me enough by now to know that I’m never going to leave your side when you’re feeling even a little bit bad.”

“Is that a forever promise?” You rose an eyebrow at him. Forever promises were something that the two of you had come up with early on in your relationship. They were promises that you made each other only on occasion when you truly meant them and would do anything to keep them. It was a sweet, unique gesture that you two had started, and something deep inside of you always melted whenever Chan brought it up.

“Do you want it to be one?” The man looking down at you asked, a knowing light flooding into his dark-brown eyes. “Because I’m pretty sure I’ve already promised such a thing a long time ago…”

You hit his chest playfully at that, a zap of energy running down the length of your spine at the hard muscle that your fists found there. “You’re so stupid,” you laughed, nuzzling into his side, the heat from the heating pad already beginning to soothe the aches that were radiating from deep inside of you.

“You never answered my question, princess.”

Your eyes found his against in the dim room. The only light that was switched on was a floor lamp that was shoved into a corner, near the tv. It cast a kind of ethereal glow against your boyfriend’s skin, shining against his midnight-black curly hair and darkening this sharp jawline in shadows.

You swallowed, once. “Okay, fine. I want that to be a forever promise.” You rolled your eyes at him, but in reality, you both knew that you weren’t annoyed to give the request in the least bit. Forever promises were reserved for very special occasions- when the two of you wanted to reiterate something.

And it seemed like Chan was very keen on doing so just then.

Placing a hand over his heart, he closed his eyes and canted his head to one side, speaking in a low, gravelly voice. “I, Bang Chan, solemnly swear with a forever promise, that from this moment onwards that I will never leave your side no matter how bad you’re feeling.”

It was stupid, really. The promise.

But still, it cast butterflies across your stomach.

It forced a big, idiotic grin to spread on your lips.

And then you were dragging Chan into you, offering him a soft kiss. “And I forever promise that I’ll do the same thing for you whenever you need it the most.” When you tore apart, he was mimicking your smile.

Just like that, you two settled down into the thick duvet coverlets of your bed, focusing on the comfort movie that Chan had chosen for the two of you to watch. It was some cheesy rom-com that you had already seen a dozen times, but he knew how much you loved it, and how watching it helped get your mind off of the pain that was flowing through your body.

Throughout the movie, your boyfriend would lean over and press fervent kisses atop your head, or squeeze your hip a little tighter with his fingers. He’d feed you the snacks that he had bought, laughing every time you let out a moan of delight from the way that the sugary and savoury foods filled your belly with both happiness and contentment.

And when the exhaustion began to take over your body, and your eyes started to feel heavy, you snuggled deep down into the blankets and covers, enjoying the soothing presence of your loving boyfriend right by your side.

With his gentle fingers playing through your locks, the movie faintly playing in the background, your tongue sweetened by the snacks, and the dim lighting throwing everything into a warm kind of glow of happiness, you were completely at peace at that moment.

“You tired, baby girl?” Chan asked, speaking after a long while of silence between the two of you as you focused on the movie.

Nodding your head slowly, a yawn escaped past your lips. “Yeah, kinda…” Your voice trailed off, as your breathing deepened somewhat, limbs growing loose from the sleep that was upon the forefront of your mind.

“I bet you're tired, you’ve had such a long week at work, and on top of that, you’re body’s now going through its monthly cycle,” your boyfriend said in a whisper, his tone radiating across your ears, reaching down to a part inside of you that needed to hear his soft words at that moment. “Go to sleep now, darling.” His fingers continued to message at your tender scalp, lulling you into a listless kind of state.

“Will you be here when I awake?” You mumbled, your face turned sideways so that your cheek was resting against his muscular chest. It rose and fell slowly with each deep breath that he took.

“Of course, baby. I’ll always be here when you awaken.” He replied in that rumbly voice of his, the baritone of it vibrating against your ear. Then, you felt him shift against you, pressing a warm kiss atop the crown of your messy-haired head. “I love you, always.”

And you fully turned onto your side then, hiding your meek smile with the fuzzy blanket that was draped across you. As you cozied up into your boyfriend, the heat that was radiating off of his body cast a magickal spell over you.

An ethereal, beautiful kind of sleeping spell.

As your eyes drooped closed, your heart slowed down, and you succumbed to the dark waves that had been lapping against the sides of your mind for so long. And soon, you were riding the clouds of dreamland, with the love of your life - the warm, strong, comforting, safe person with a warm body sitting just beside you in the quiet calm of the night.

Always your anchor, always your help, always your only eternal love.

Fin.

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clockworkphoebe · 1 month

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{{{ WIP: The Spine Custom Ken Doll }}}

So, this is actually a project that I started back in the summer of 2020. My sister (@arcticusluna) had been making custom doll clothes for a while and she wanted to start a full doll customization project. When she told me about it we thought it would be fun to do it together. She was going to make a Rabbit custom and I would make a Spine custom.

I still have quite a bit left to go before finishing this. I still plan to add stripes, buttons, and pocket to the vest and to make some edits to the hat I ended up finding and settling with. I also had plans to make his long trench coat. but that will probably be a project for the future. I honestly just wanted to post this since I worked really hard on it but just haven't had the time/motivation to finish it yet.

The Rabbit my sister made will probably not be posted as the paint and glaze we used have deteriorated quickly on her over the last few years and we are unsure as to why, considering that we used the same materials and mine only has a few minor issues. We think it may have been the doll she started with as the rubber seemed to be a lot more flimsy and soft. She might post the clothes or parts of the doll later.

Work in progress photos and process under the read more:

For the edits on the face I used 2-part Apoxie Sculpt. I would lightly score the rubber after removing the hair and then gently shape the apoxie to the face. After getting it as smooth as possible I lightly sanded it. The lines on his head and faced were referenced from the Hot on the Trail music video.

The fins were probably the most challenging part. I cut out paper to the sizes I wanted and made marks where I wanted the fins placed. Then I cut pieces of cardboard to size and covered them with a thin layer of apoxie to make them more sturdy and smooth. once the fins were cleaned up I scored the back of the doll and carefully molded the spines to the back. This was very tedious as they tended to not hold in place when the apoxie was still drying. It was also hard to get the spacing right so that the back was still movable/posable. They are not completely accurate to the Spine's but the bases had to be widened so that they would be more sturdy and attach to the back properly. Once everything was dry, I sanded it the best I could and began painting. I used FolkArt acrylic paints and then a glaze top coat. If I were to do this again I would probably have primed the doll first and use spray paints instead so that the layering was more even and smooth.

As I was working on the main doll, I was also working on the guitar. The guitar was made entirely from scratch since I really didn't like any of the doll/model guitars that I found. Most were extremely thin/cheap or not really to scale. I used my own acoustic guitar for scale and then drew out The Spine's guitar as close as I could with the proper dimensions. From there, I cut multiple layers of cardboard until I got the right thickness. The bottom two layers were full, the middle layers were hollowed out in the center, the top layer had the sound hole cut, and an extra layer for the neck was made and rested on top. I glued all these layers together, and like the fins, I covered it all with a thin layer of apoxie. I sanded it until smooth and sculpted in all the extra details such as the tuning pegs, the 20 frets, the bridge, and small pegs to hold the strap. Everything was then painted and glazed. The strap is made from a ribbon and pieces of faux leather glued together with the ribbon sandwiched between them.

The hat was a struggle. I could not find a single hat that was close to the one Spine wears so I tried a few times to make one by hand. In the end they ended up way to heavy/bulky when I tried to make molded ones and I couldn't get them to sit on his head quite right. (I have absolutely no clue how to make a fabric one.) A few months ago I randomly found a hat while shopping that was actually pretty close to Spine's. So I will be using this for now until I can either edit it or make a different one.

For this project the pants, shirt, and vest were all made from scratch. I have no prior experience with doll customizations at all and while I know how to sew, I have only ever sewn plush animals. I have never made clothes or my own patterns. To make my patterns I used the plastic wrap and tape method. This is when you wrap the body with plastic wrap, cover this with tape, and then mark out the pattern on the tape. You can then cut out the pattern and use it to measure out your fabric. This was very tedious since the dolls are so small. The small size made it very difficult to get clean seams and to have the pattern actually line up properly once fitted to the doll. In the images above you'll see that I had to make most of the patterns twice to get it the way I wanted. Another challenge was trying to get the clothes to lay properly around the fins without leaving giant holes in the fabric and without the fins tearing up the fabric around them. I ended up gluing an interface on the insides of the shirt and vest to help keep the fabric sturdy and then glued along the edges of the gaps to keep them from fraying. I ended up finding the shoes I needed on ebay.

Here are more closeup photos of the finished guitar. I also put it next to the guitar I used for its design just to show the size difference.

Here are more pictures of the doll without the guitar and hat.

Also if anyone was curious this is the original doll used for this custom.

#steam powered giraffe #spg #the spine spg #the spine steam powered giraffe #barbie custom #ken custom #doll custom #my art

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sentientcave · 1 month

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It's WIP Wednesday once again! I've got some Impound for you because it's been a while and it's still not finished (I've been working on Sparrow instead and just hit 55k today which is pretty exciting).

Contains: Blue collar Simon, Price as a cop, petty nonsense from men who should know better, but they're unfortunately not very emotionally intelligent

That’s when he saw the cruiser, parked on the street out front, too close to the fire hydrant.

Not blocking it, exactly, but still too close. If it were anyone else, he’d’ve let it slide, since the fire crew would still be able to get to the hydrant. But it was Price, and he’d just warned him about this very thing.

He pulled out his phone. “Hey, Johnny?” he said as soon as the line picked up, not waiting for Johnny to speak. “Send Roach out to city hall. Got someone parked by a fire ‘ydrant.”

“Fer fuck’s sake, Si, isnae the feckin’ cop again?”

“It is. I’ll come round to handle the paperwork. Won’t make you do it.”

“Awlright, but dinnae let him catch Roach at it neither. Ye know he’ll say somethin’ stupid and get his arse arrested.”

“Oh I know. Lad dun’t know ‘ow to keep his trap shut.” Simon hung up and headed back inside, hardly paying attention to the meeting, his eyes flicking back to Price over and over again, and holding whenever he found Price looking back. It was clear that neither of them retained anything said, too busy glaring at each other over the heads of the people sitting between them.

Simon got out of the building first, and stood off to the side to smoke another cigarette, leaning against a tree where he could get a good view of Price’s reaction when he came out to find his cruiser missing yet again.

He didn’t disappoint. He came out of the building a few minutes after the initial crush of humanity, talking to Kate and Nikolai. Price stopped in his tracks a little ways out the door, focused in on where his cruiser was supposed to be, and immediately scanned the vicinity, his whole body going rigid, hands tightening into fists, shoulders squared up for war, jaw set like concrete. His blazing blue eyes found Simon, and he marched over without saying a word, leaving Nikolai and Kate looking confused, and then amused when they realized what must have happened.

Price stopped in front of him, fury radiating off of him like heat off an engine, all that energy practically warping the space between them. “What’s your fuckin’ problem, mate?” he asked, jabbing a finger against Simon’s chest.

“No problem. I was ‘ere the whole time, wasn’t I?” Simon batted Price’s hand away, resisting the impulse to punch him for having the nerve to lay his bloody hands on him in the first place. Price was lucky that Simon was so rehabilitated now. That he had his temper on a good strong leash these days. “If you din’t want to get towed, you shunt’ve parked there. Not my problem if my people know ‘ow to do their jobs and you ‘aven’t got a clue ‘ow to do yours.”

“You don’t want to start a war with me, son,” Price growled.

Simon leaned forward, the barest curve of a smile on his lips, eyes narrowed and flinty. To his credit, Price didn’t flinch, didn’t move back, didn’t drop his eyes. He wasn’t intimidated by Simon’s size, like a lesser man would be. “You don’t want to start a war with me, old man.” He wasn’t sure there was much difference in their ages, if any, but if Price was going to try and talk down to him with the son shite than Simon was going to shovel it right back, like he was an unruly teenager in a rebellious phase. “I’m not goin’ to be pushed around by a fuckin’ badge. You don’t get special treatment because you wear a bloody uniform.”

Price’s jaw clenched even tighter. He had an impressive scowl, one that could probably level anyone else. “Watch yourself,” he grit out, like each word cost him something to force from his mouth.

Simon leaned a little closer. Their noses were almost touching. He could feel the currents of air stirred up by Price’s breath on his own face. “Or what?” he asked.

“Or else,” Price said, too angry to come up with anything resembling a real threat.

Simon pulled back with an amused grunt, and turned away, glancing over his shoulder dismissively. “See you as the impound lot, hm? I’ll be waitin’.”

In the end, it was Gaz who came around to pick up the cruiser.

#WIP WEDNESDAY BAYBEE #Impound #Chanting: Kiss him Kiss him Kiss him #PriceGhost #Fic In Progress

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thewrothode-if · 6 months

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Just so you know your page is giving racist. Not only are you proud of how little research you have done but you also have decided that no black people existed in the Scandinavia... I understand that Google is hard but putting in academic journals or looking at peer reviewed articles could really help you. Ps I'm not doing the leg work for you. I hate when people need to be spoon fed so they aren't racist. White supremacy is on the rise and many fascists have used "viking culture" as a blanket to hide under. Many well read readers will be majorly turned off by how... let's just say indelicately you are handling this. I'm hoping that you are just young. I saw your wip and enjoyed it but will unfortunately be dropping this due to your followers and your own take on race. I hope you learn from this. Don't let your followers make you complacent, you have been racist. Not allowing diverse skin tone, racist. Not capable of doing any research on the topic knowing damn well that many people of African descent were all over Europe in general. Literally Icelandic and Nordic peoples travelled all the way to North America but pop off with your dog whistles. This was overall extremely disappointing hope you get better or hope you stop writing either would be great 👍

I’m so sad that I have to address this once more but here I go.

“Literally Icelandic and Nordic peoples travelled all the way to North America but pop off with your dog whistles.”

First things first, this tells me that you didn’t quite read through all that I have written on race on my blog because I did talk about that right here.

I’ll add it down here as well:

“It is interesting to note that Vikings found their way to North Africa (more specifically Morocco) at some point because they really were such vast travelers. So it was more so the Vikings coming to Africa rather than the other way around.”

2. “…you also have decided that no black people existed in the Scandinavia..”

No, I did not decide that no black people existed in Scandinavia. Maybe the way I talked about people of color being in Scandinavia made it seem like that, especially here when I said, “so it was more so the Vikings coming to Africa rather than the other way around.” But that doesn’t translate to, “there were absolutely no black people in Scandinavia.”

3. “Not allowing diverse skin tone, racist.”

Not allowing diverse skin tone is not racist, especially for this IF because as I said, you are playing as a Viking in Denmark. You are not a Viking from China or South Africa or Brazil or Italy, but Denmark.

I want to write a story where the main character is a white viking. I don’t see why that is a big problem. As many people have told me, A Tale of Crown has a lack of white skin tone options because the story is based in the Middle East. That is not a problem and what I’m doing here shouldn’t be a problem either.

4. “Ps I'm not doing the leg work for you.”

Then if you won’t do the leg work and I won’t do the leg work, why are we both fighting about something we have no clue over? I think that if you are going to start an argument about this, maybe you should research a little more so you can factually tell me why I’m wrong instead of just saying I’m racist.

5. “… hope you get better or hope you stop writing either would be great.”

I won’t stop writing, but I will probably take a small little break to calm down so I don’t let this affect me too much.

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fandoms-writings · 1 year

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EVENT CLOSED

Those of you wanting to submit a story for the writing challenge at the end of this post, I'm accepting submissions until the end of the year. I'm a slow writer myself and I want y'all to have as much time as you need to join in <3

Welcome to my neon milestone party!

It’s been a few months since I last did a celebration or writing challenge so why not kick off summer with both! I also hit another small milestone, so thank you so so much to all of you for your support 🤍

You must be 18+ to follow me, so you must be 18+ to participate!

We’re gonna have a summer long sleepover, mood boards, a writing challenge, and my requests are officially open for drabbles!

The cut off is the last day in August!

Under the cut you’ll find all of the ask games and prompt lists and challenge rules!

Have fun babes 🤍

💎 Rare gems

- Show some love to your fav fics and their authors by sending in some recommendations!

🗒 Ask the Author

- Ask me anything you want about something I’ve written!

📖 Book talk

- Tell me about your favorite book or what you’ve recently read, and why you enjoy it (or why you don’t)

🤫 Secret admirers

- Anonymously (or not) send a love letter to your favorite tumblr person!

🎶 Karaoke

- Send a song recommendation or I’ll put my liked songs on shuffle and send you which one played first!

🫘 Spill the Beans!

- Anonymously (or not) tell me a secret of yours.

🔍 Clue!

- Send me this emoji and I'll post a wip clue (a picture, emoji, a word, etc) and you guys get to guess what it's about.

🎩 Top 5!

- Another classic. Send me a category, and I'll tell you my top 5 choices within it.

🙅🏻‍♀️ Never Have I Ever

- This one's pretty self explanatory I think.

💌 Love letters (mutuals only)

- I’ll write you a love letter 🥺

🎰 - Spin the Lottery! (mutuals only)

- send me a lil snippet about you (a hobby, your job, your music taste, etc) and a fandom (or not) I’ll pair you with a character from that fandom🤍

Send me a little something - a song, a character, a trope, a quote - anything to give me an idea, and I’ll make a mood board for you 🤍

If you need one for a story even! I’ll gladly help out 🤍

My requests are open for drabbles! Send me a character (it can be from one of my AUs! or not) and one or two of the prompts from the list below, and I’ll whip up something small for you! As they get requested, they will be crossed off the list 🤍

Angst:

"Don't go where I can't follow. . . I thought I lost you." (1/2)

"Why didn't you say how bad it was?" (2/2)

"You shouldn't be out here by yourself." (1/2)

"You're a mess"/"I'm not a mess."/"I can tell you've been crying." (1/2)

"You were supposed to be different. They were supposed to be wrong about you, but they were right. They were so fucking right." (2/2)

"What are we doing?"/"Why are you doing this?" (1/2)

"I know you, how else do you think I found you so easily?" (1/2)

"Choose me." (2/2)

Fluff:

"You know my door is always open for you, right?" (2/2)

"Will you taste this? Tell me if I'm missing anything?" (1/2)

"Let me kiss it better." (2/2)

"You're exhausted honey. Go back to sleep." (1/2)

"Can I hold your hand?" (2/2)

“Is that my shirt?” (2/2)

"Come get me? I miss you." (2/2)

"You're not as bad as everyone says you are." (2/2)

Smut:

"stop staring." / "i can't, you're so pretty like this" (2/2)

"Keep your pretty eyes on me." (2/2)

"You're already wet sweetheart." (2/2)

"What if someone hears us?" (0/2)

"Let me hear you make that sound again." (2/2)

"We shouldn't be doing this." (1/2)

Characters: (spice it up by adding an au in the ask 🤍)

Bucky Barnes

Marc Spector / Stephen Grant

Miguel O’Hara

If you don’t see who you’d like me to write for, just ask me about them and I’ll let you know if I’m open to writing for them!

Just have fun with this one and follow the rules below! I'm not really making a theme or anything like that, but if you'd like a prompt from me, just ask and specify what kind of prompt! Also feel free to DM me and bounce around some ideas if you need to!

Rules:

Use the 'read more' option if what you write is over 500 words.

Properly list your warnings.

Your story does not have to contain smut if you don't want it to.

Dark stories are okay, just no non-con, scat, underage characters involved in sexual activity, DD/LG, bestiality, necrophilia, etc.

Please use characters that I know, from fandoms I'm in. (If you aren't sure what all is on that list, because I don't post about all of them, just ask!)

Tag me! And use the tag #remisneonparty

Make sure it can be read as a stand alone piece.

The cut off for this will be the last day of August. I sometimes take forever to write something and want to give you all ample time to submit your stories!

Moodboard and all dividers were made by me, but feel free to use them if you’d like 🤍

Tagging some friends (no pressure!)

@sweetdreamsbuck @shamevillain @pocolatte @perdidosbucky-yyo @treatbuckywkisses @foreverindreamlandd @historygeekfics @barnesafterglow @navybrat817 @jessybarnes @buckysdior @honeybloomss @banana-cheese-cake @sparkledfirecracker @sidepartskinnyjeans @real-jane @archive-obsess @mutual-monsters @bucksangel @thepsychewrites @starchildbucky @nexusnyx @lofaewrites @thornsnvultures @aquariusbarnes @captainsimagines @writing-for-marvel @heavenlybarnes @matchamunson @buckybleu @boxofbonesfic @chloelucia13 @snugglingbucky

#remisneonparty #milestone celebration #milestone sleepover #writing challenge #1.7k celebration #fandoms-writings #sleepover #open requests

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elvensorceress · 2 months

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Soulmates 2 please 👀👀👀

SMUSHES YOU 💕 Thank you lovely! 🥰

Soulmates 2 is a sequel I wanted to do for Say You Were Made to Be Mine, my soulmate AU / alternate s1 meeting where Eddie saves Buck on his Valentine's Day date where he nearly chokes to death and they find out they are soulmates. It leaves off with a kiss and visions of the future they'll have together. I wanted to continue on with how that actually happens and how they overcome their issues in order to actually be together. Because being soulmates isn't enough, they gotta work for it ;)

Ask me about my WIPs

Here's a little preview 💕

Buck can’t help the tears that slip from his eyes and down his cheeks. They don’t freeze in the night air because he’s loved. Because Eddie loves him. Adores him. Cherishes and treasures him. Eddie is nothing but unconditional, vibrant love. As immense and unfathomable as oceans, and he wonders if the pull of the tides is the same as pulse sending blood through his veins.

He kisses Eddie, fills his lungs with Eddie’s breath, clutches him close and wishes for the future. When they have this love. When he knows inside and out. When they can be woven together so tightly they’ll never be separate.

They will have it. Right? They have to. He needs this. He’s never needed anything that isn’t how Eddie will love him.

But they have to let go.

If they want this, they have to make it real.

It fades. After a few minutes. When they step away from each other. The blanket is taken from his shoulders. The arms around him disappear. There are no more kisses pressed to his skin. But he doesn’t freeze in the cold, frosty night.

He’s on fire. It’s lit in his blood, in his skin, in his heart. Can he love without a reason? Can he love just by knowing he will? What is it about the two of them that they can have this incredible, powerful connection that few people rarely experience? Are they really that special or deserving? Or is this karmic balance for suffering years of loneliness?

Is this really real? He’s really found a soulmate?

Buck wants to touch him again. Hold him, kiss him, feel his warmth and the realness of his body. He wants to see if it’s still possible to feel how Eddie might love him.

Theoretically, that’s not how it works. But there’s so little information out there on blended soulmates. Romantic potential soulmates. Very few people can sense and feel other people’s colors. But Buck did the night they met.

And Eddie called him sunshine. Happiness.

He’s happiness to someone and doesn’t have any clue how.

#buddie #buddie wip #jenwyn wip #wip game

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lavender-lotion · 3 days

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

How many works do you have on ao3?

868, which is bonkers???

What's your total ao3 word count?

2,445,126 words! I'm aiming for 5mil within the next decade haha

What fandoms do you write for?

CURRENTLY I am (only) writing teen wolf fic! it's so strange to be back where I started, but it's also been really nice coming back to all these familiar characters

Top five fics by kudos:

1. (baby) maybe that matters more - Steter, 40k

2. The Perceptions of You and I - Seter, 5k

3. With You, I Belong - Stalion, 59k

4. Mates and Marriage Proposals - Steter, 15k

5. Breathing You In - Steter, 29k

... should I just call myself a steter writer at this point?

Do you respond to comments?

yes!! all the time. literally nothing brings me as much joy as comments do

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I reaaaaally don't write a lot of angst, but one of the unhappiest fics I've ever written is probably this one?

And Now? - Stetopher, 300 words

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

there actually isn't one fic I would say that fits this? I primarily write schmoop, so a lot of my fic would count as having very happy endings! p

Do you get hate on fics?

oooooooh yeah babes. I've gotten some mean comments lol

Do you write smut?

yes! not a favourite thing of mine, but I do write it here and there. I recently wrote a fic w/ smut that I really really liked it!

keep me warm in the cradle of your skin - Sterekira, 7k

Craziest crossover:

ooooh this is actually SUCH an easy answer for me! it's 100% this one teen wolf/x-men cross over (possibly my only one?) where Logan (wolverine) knew the sheriff from the way when they'd been lovers and he goes to find him, and stiles is a lil jean grey esque character. I think about this thing allllll the time, too. I freaking love it.

what-ifs (don’t fuckin’ matter to no one) - Logan (X-Men)/Sheriff Stilinski, 2k

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I have actually! I only know of one for sure, and it was a stackson fic that someone had reposted to ao3? im so glad I found it (I think someone sent it to me?) and I was able to report it and get it taken down!

Have you ever had a fic translated?

yes! I love it, it's such a crazy labour of love. if you wanna translate my work, just send me a link so I can see it!

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

me & @flightinflame co-wrote an almando series where we wrote the same fic from different pov's which was a suuuuuper super fun experience! I've started a few other co-writes, but unfortunately they've never taken off and gone anywhere :(

there's nothing i wouldn't do to make you feel my love - Almando, 27k

All time favourite ship?

nope. nope nope nope I don't knowwwwwww

What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

oh!! this is marked completed on ao3 now because honestly, I'm never going to finish it, but I love love love the premise of this one and I always wished I had finished it

Love Thy Family - Stilinskicest, 12k

What are your writing strengths?

this is soooo tricky lol I hate talking about myself. I would say probably dialogue! I also really like how I write romance, specifically getting together works, and I think I do a good job at nailing down the feelings that go along with them!

What are your writing weaknesses?

settings. actions. plot. I hate plot!

Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

I used to use a looooot more than I do now, and I would use google translate. it's never GREAT, so I mostly avoid it now. I'll translate like, a single sentence every now and again, but I don't do a lot with it anymore.

as for how I feel about it as a reader - as long as I can figure out what's going on from context clues, I really don't mind it!

First fandom you wrote in?

Percy Jackson & the Olympians!

To Long For Lust - Percico, 3k

Favorite fic you've written?

this is sooooo hard and so unfair and so difficultimpossiblehorrible to answer. if I had to pick one, gun to my head, it would currently be poly fic. it's the longest, plotiest, most developed thing I've ever written, and if nothing else, it's shown me that I can write things I've never imagined being able to write! once im done act 4, I wanna print it out lol

lift our faces, together, towards the glistening - Stisaackson, 159k

@lucky-bishop @mirrorthoughts @thotpuppy @like-lazarus @rosieposiepuddingnpie @kordyceps @whimsicalmeerkat

#lavenderlotion #my writing

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romaine2424 · 7 months

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Last Daily Blog September 19, 2023

Well, it was worth a try, but this didn't turn out like I hoped. For one, I couldn't keep up with a Daily blog or Weekly. My priority has always been on getting my writing done first, and since I've gone to a scheduled posting of once a week for my WIP, I haven't found the time. And since the goal of this was for more fandom interaction, I kind of failed there, too, so I lost the inclination.

I'm also going to stop posting my weekly WIP fic updates. My last post last Tuesday, and Reblog the next day got one Like. There could be a variety of reasons, but this is consistent. If I post a rec for someone else's fic or reblog something, I'll get a fair amount of Likes and Reblogs. If it is my own work....... So, since I have less than 200 followers, it's not a productive way to promote my own work. In other words, my fandom ego gets embarrassed. I do understand that I tend to write niche or on-the-edge Drarry fics. From politics to trans-female!Draco with Harry during the 2-year transition, and this one where we have bi-sexual!Harry (Draco's is in Azkaban for 30 years, and Harry has to marry to uphold the family bloodline). I get it. LOL

So, one last time: Chapter 15 of The Azkaban Letters is up. Next week Harry enters the Portrait Room to meet all of his ancestors.

Okay, enough about my personal issues. BTW I will continue reccing fics and watchout, @hd-fan-fair is coming up in October!

What I've Been Reading:

I'm thoroughly enjoying @oflights The Star Splitter. This is a Drarry Chapter fic that is updated regularly.

Summary:

On a routine time travel assignment to the past, Draco stumbles upon 7-year-old Harry Potter and witnesses his neglect and mistreatment by the Dursleys. In the moment, there is only one solution, even if it goes against all his training as a Time Agent: he has to bring Harry back to the future with him. In which Draco burns his life down for the sake of his former school rival.

@oflights is such an amazing plotter. Currently, there are seven chapters posted (34.5K), and Draco is in so much trouble that I haven't a clue how it can get resolved. It's truly delicious reading about Draco taking care of 7-year-old Harry but knowing he shouldn't be.

The Star Splitter on AO3

more recs and then fandom resources under the cut

@squintclover is a new author for me. She's got a very sweet 2 chapter fic going on where the first chapter has been posted. Twirling Cords (like in the muggle movies). I liked it so much that I perused her other fics posted and found this amazing gem. For anyone who loves Matilda and Ms Honey, Harry Potter; Miss Drew's Class; Y4 (2K) is a must read.

Summary:

A look at Harry Potter's life from the POV of his year 4 teacher, Miss Drew.

Snippit:

These are the last two lines of the opening scene:

We all go into teaching wanting to be Miss Honey. But none of us want to meet our Matilda. Harry Potter is my Matilda.

I don't tear up often, but in only 2K, I most certainly did.

Harry Potter; Miss Drew's Class; Y4 On AO3

Please give lots of love and comments to both fics!

Tumblr Resources:

How could I not do this section without mentioning thee amazing @sitp-recs. Reccer Extraordinaire! I'm guessing every one of my followers is a follower of Liv. Her pinned post is so nice and simple, but OMG there is so much under all of those links.

I was in complete awe this past Spring/Summer when she did the Rapid Fire Rec series. I mean come on, how did she do that? Someone gives her a prompt, and she turns around and gives 3 stories dealing with that prompt.

Liv doesn't do Fic Finds; she doesn't tolerate hate or neg comments. What she does is spread Drarry (fic and art) love in every way you can imagine. Tons of love and respect for @sitp-recs for all she does to keep Drarry and some of those rare pairs alive in hp fandom.

One last resource. I've had this on my list to post, but I couldn't track down the author. For those who write about Harry's childhood abuse, this is for you. If you know who compiled this list, please let me know, and I'll give the credit! It's well deserved.

HP Abuse

Okay, that's a wrap. It was fun!

As mentioned above, I'll still be doing recs and other commentary.

Cheers,

Rom

#romaine2424 daily blog #romaine2424 fics #drarry fic rec #resources #last daily type blog #sitp recs #oflights fic #squintclover fic

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vixenday · 1 year

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i am still going through the horrors but i made an au!!! it’s a squirrelflight au called the crush au, where she stays with ashfur. nightcloud doesn’t divorce crowfeather but does NOT like him (staying together for breezekit’s sake), crowfeather knows about the three’s existence but doesn’t give a darn about them, and squirrelflight still takes the kits and tells ashfur they’re his, as she did with brambleclaw.

ashfur is a controlling piece of fox dung to squirrelflight, as one could expect from him, forcing her to fit in the role of a loving wife and mother so he can live his white-picket-fence dream. squilf finds solace in talking to nightcloud at gatherings about their shitty mates, and the two become friends. they start to sneak out to see each other and talk with each other, and become besties. this was a thing from my other tumblr draft about it that i haven’t posted yet which essentially is them.

ashfur eventually gets worse to squilf, and leafpool knows it’s not good but it really sets in when jaypaw, her very new apprentice, mentions it. leafpool is very upset and gets squilf to tell firestar and sandstorm. she eventually gets support and leaves ashfur and he seems chill about it, but he is Not. he’s essentially stalking her, and wuh oh nightcloud and squirrelflight, eventually, become secretly romantic crowleaf style (at this point nightcloud divorced crowfeather, and this takes place a while later as squilf needs to heal and repair her mental state before jumping into another relationship). ashfur snaps because “only i can have her” weird shit. fire scene!!!! but, it is different. ashfur plans it more carefully, a lot more. he wants to take away everything squirrelflight ever loved, so he can be the only thing she can love. it’s not as much revenge like it is in canon but an attempt to destroy her further so she only has him left. the fire scene is essentially the same, with the exception of nightcloud being there rather than squirrelflight. and instead of the classic “they’re adopted lol” bit, breezepelt pops out of nowhere and literally up and attacks ashfur, and the others get to escape. i have no clue how i’m gonna get nightcloud there but i will FIGURE IT OUT, breeze just follows nightcloud. I PROMISE THIS IS COOL AND MAKES SENSE THIS IS A RLLY CONDENSED VER. OF THE AU

ashfur lives and he gets a cool scar from the fire, and he goes “ugh fine you know what. HEY EVERYONE SQUIRRELFLIGHT ATTACKED ME AND SHES DATING NIGHTCLOUD” but nightcloud, i love her, is a stubborn lady that takes no shit, and essentially argues with ashfur at the gathering. starclan is pissed and does the moon cloud cover thing, but the clans remain at the gathering. crowfeather gets upset at nightcloud, nightcloud is sticking to her morals and taking no shit from ashfur, ashfur is just an asshole, squilf is two moments away from a panic attack and leafpool is considering murder, you know how it is. some stuff happens that i haven’t figured out, but eventually nightcloud and breezepaw go to thunderclan. why? i think it’s an adorable found family idea LOOK AT THEM.

that’s my wip half-done au that is not developed at all but i love the idea and am going to be doodling and developing it over the next few weeks ^^

#warrior cats #vix talks #warriors discussion ready set go #ashfur #squirrelflight #leafpool #nightcloud #crowfeather #nightsquirrel #wc crush au #tw abuse #tw manipulation #ashfur is a dick in this #and it sounds exaggerated when condensed like this but his behavior is gradual and rooted in control #and he will go to any length to keep it #ashfur is also pushy with his kids. in this au he’s actually the one who convinced jay to be a medcat even tho he didn’t want to #the nightsquirrel is NOT the main point of the au!!! it’s a squilf-centric au!!!!!#nightcloud is not purely a love interest she’s also a good cat that supports squilf. that is important here #i’m tempted to add daisy to the mix but idk how yet #it’s called the crush au because idk i thought it was a cool name #btw it’s not important like at all but nightcloud has a russian accent #and her design is kinda like the one with the FANGS #the au also ends when the 3 and breeze are like 8 moons old #a lot of this starts before the 3 i didn’t know how to word it #bc it’s canon squilf went back to warrior duties really quickly she was allowed to go to gatherings #and she and nightcloud first became friends when their kits were like 2 moons old #when leaf hears from jaypaw about ashfur jay is like a FRESHLY made apprentice #also this is also because i wanted to put emphasis on ashfur’s obsession with a white picket fence american dream lifestyle #also sometime during this nightcloud figures out the 3s parentage but idk when why or how yet #btw boyfriend by dove cameron and baby bride rag by roar were huge inspos for this au

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bonebrokebuddy · 2 years

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Choked on my soul reading your wip thing booster gold being a Tiktok star I beg of you to elaborate

okokok. this is the lighthearted section of a fic concept that deals with the potential political impact and position Booster would have gained & lost as a result of him trying to get the most attention possible. But it backfires, causing him to lose most of his notoriety & alienating the fanbase he previously had. Thus landing him in the position where he is generally in the comics of desperately trying to regain the fame and status he once had & trying to make up for the lost money via so many fucking brand deals.

Because to me, that shit is fascinating and it would also be hilarious to see Booster as a "was been" famous influencer and highlighting his antics when he was in full popularity vs where he ended up after it all went down, would be very interesting. So if you want to know more about that side of this idea, please feel free to send in another ask about it!

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Do you think Booster Gold would be great or horrible at social media/TikTok? Because the guy is from the future. He most likely has a sense of humor that is very different from modern standards & knows about centuries of media and pop culture references that do not exist yet. He’s from the 25th century. That’s four centuries of time for humor, language, and entertainment to evolve. But do you think Booster Gold would be great or terrible at social media/TikTok with his future sense of humor that’s riddled with slang, pop culture references, and idiots or sayings referencing events that have not happened yet? Because I think he would make a fuck ton of trends & be very notable online. Mainly because he’d deliberately copy online viral hits that haven't happened yet and essentially is stealing ideas from people in the future. Because he’d absolutely do that to gain notoriety. And people would be fascinated with this weird dude online who simultaneously knows Jack And Shit about literally any modern media but somehow has the most advanced humor online. He’s constantly referring to things that don’t exist and his little robot behind him chirps up that “that film was made in the 23rd century, it hasn’t been made yet.” The younger generation would be fascinated by this superhero. I also bet the fucking merch line he would have would be either the blandest corporate thing ever made by a team he hired or he'd make it a gimmick of slapping a specific logo of his face on everything he owned to the point where it became a meme and people demanded merch of the shitty design. There would also be about a bajillion different plushie versions of Skeets though and I would totally buy all of them if I could. And here's the thing. Humans Love to see other humans fumble through things that we perceive as common knowledge because it's charming and funny the way they mess up, misunderstand how something works, and are delighted when they finally get the hang of it or find out how it actually works. Sure, it's fun to watch someone who is really good at something. But I also think it's very fun to watch someone who has zero fucking clue what they are doing and are trying their best to find it out as they go.

There would absolutely be a compilation of all the times Booster was super excited after he found out that something very mundane existed: "Guys, I have wonderful news. I just found out that the Cavendish banana isn't extinct yet due to them being genetically selected to grow seedless so much that new plants could not be grown as there are no seeds and the existing plants got slowly being destroyed by a parasite! I forgot that they still were around in the early 21st century! So I'm going to try one for the first time!" Michael Jon Carter, aka Booster Gold, aka @/GoldstarNotBoosterGold then directly proceeded to bring the unpeeled banana up to his mouth and bite directly into it.

He then proceeded to eat the entire banana in this fashion, his face visibly scrunching in distaste with every bite, very clearly not enjoying this endeavor. When he was done he looked off into the distance for a moment, compiling his next words, "Hm, honestly not bad. Kind of bland but I really wish the skin wasn't so tough. Makes sense that 21st-century fruits would be more of a hassle to eat. But overall, I'd give it a 5/10." Needless to say, the three-minute-long video became viral overnight and he became quickly well known online for saving people and being a hero, making bizarre TikToks with his sense of humor from the future, giving out free merch with a horribly compressed image of his face on it, and for trying out food, activities, media, video games, and etc. from the past and reviewing them.

And here’s the thing. Booster Gold is Not super subtle about wanting to be famous/get popular but like, that makes him actually more liked. At first this causes people to flood his comments and media with negative responses about how he’s “not a real hero” if he doesn’t do it out of the goodness of his heart via comparing him to figures like Superman and how he’s a fraud hero.

His response gets plastered all over every news site imaginable. (oh god now I'm imagining what YouTube apology videos would be like in the 25th century)

He responds very directly that “Yes. I am doing this for the fame and money.”

“Wouldn’t you?”

“It seems kind of weird to assume that nobody has an ulterior motive when being a hero. Some heroes help people out of the goodness of their heart but that’s an unrealistic standard to place on heroes. I’m constantly putting myself into danger and could die any mission. Is that not enough to prove that I’m a hero? Why do I also have to have this weird high moral standard that is super unreasonable?”

“Also, people seem to forget, this is my job.”

“I do not have another one. Making online content is how I get my money. I don’t get paid by the government or the Justice League. Just by what I earn from my videos and streams. Plus, everything is so outdated that the effort of adapting to what a “normal” job in the 21st century is like would take forever. And yall seem to forget this a lot, but having a normal job would mean I would not be able to help anyone between 9-5. I need the flexibility that an online job like this gives me so I can help as many people as possible as I can without having to worry about being fired because I had to fix a time rift and had already used up all my sick days.”

“People criticize me for heavily promoting my merch and gaming the algorithm but people seem to not realize. Heroing is expensive. You think repairing technology from the future is easy with such outdated equipment?”

“Sourcing materials that don’t have synthetic equivalents yet is not cheap.”

“People don’t seem to understand how much money goes into maintaining equipment or the constant medical bills.”

“I have to promote it hard and keep my views up or else I won’t be able to help people anymore. I can’t help people if I can’t pay rent.”

“But hopefully I’ll be able to get enough money to make a company to have other’s take over the job for me so I can retire. That’s just how businesses work. “

“But, I will say that the 21st century has been so cool and it’s been so fun to been to be able to experience things I would have never been able to when I’m from and I wanted to share my experiences with other people even if they don’t really understand where I’m coming from. It’s been very nice to be able to get paid by people who like my videos and are entertained by me fumbling through what it’s like living in the 21st century. “

“But while I like helping people, is it really too much to ask to be paid for my job? This is not the first time I’ve expressed my reason to travel back in time to become a hero was to be able to start his own company and eventually retire. Is it not enough that I’m still a hero? I could just quit that and make making content my full time job? Did you ever think of that? I could just stop being a hero because I now can make rent. But I still put on the suit and help fight bad guys because I want to do good. I also don’t think it’s inhuman for me to want to be acknowledged that I did something good. People are selfish creatures. I deserve to want for people to acknowledge that I looked really cool after defeating a villain! I don’t think that’s too unreasonable.”

“Anyways, make sure to like, subscribe, and ring that bell!”

“My Twitter and Instagram is BoosterGold. Go follow me on Tiktok and Twitch at GoldstarNotBoosterGold. My second channel is BusterGold”

“And make sure to check out the new merch drop on Friday! You guys have been asking for a Skeets plushie and its almost here!”

“Booster Gold, signing off from the future!“

From then on after the video, he just amps it up and is super direct that he’s doing this as his job and for the sole purpose to make money & get more well known.

Like he’ll open up a tiktok or youtube video occasionally with “this is trending and you know me, I’m always ready to cash in on those views” and “I’m not usually a horror guy, but I’ve been seeing a lot of people play this game and you all think its fun to watch me shit my pants. But at least the ad revenue will let me buy a new pair”.

It actually ends up having people like him more (there are definitely still some critics don’t get me wrong). But people see him as incredibly human. His obnoxious branding becomes a meme and just something to expect of Booster. But despite that, he’s genuinely a good guy and will drop everything if he sees someone in need.

He’s much more relatable and human than the other god-like beings in the JL. He has videos of him talking about money struggles and rambling about how damn expensive it is to fix equipment that’s four centuries out of date and people relate and laugh at his frustration.

Other videos about him contain him complaining about his medical bills (in the future the US has a Single-Payer healthcare system and the Medical Insurance industry is abolished. and the history books didn't accurately emphasize how much of a pain in the ass it was) and setting stream goals to pay off bills. He talks about things that people never heard heroes talk about before from their perspective:

- A stream where Booster cleans out the food in the fridge after being off-world for a month and now all his food has gone bad.

- Booster asking for advice how to grocery shop because nearly all of the brands that make the snacks and foods he wants, haven’t been founded yet. And asking advice on what prices for food is normal because the difference in inflation

- Booster asking questions about modern etiquette to his followers because those have definitely changed over 4 centuries.

- “Guys how the fuck do you navigate anything online? The layout of all of them is fucking awful! Has that law about standardizing format to cancel subscriptions not been made yet? Because it sure as hell seems like it!”

- A tweet of Booster in the hospital with about a bajillion things attached to him posing with a thumbs up with the caption “I might’ve broken all of my bones but at least they didn’t touch my handsome face”

- The first few times Booster mentions going to physical therapy or doing PT exercises his fanbase goes “Holy shit, I never realized superheroes would have to go to PT after getting injured.” Like, they saw heroes getting injured but it didn’t click in their heads that those injuries would have actual repercussions. To the viewers, it seemed like the heroes always bounced back. And they’re just now realizing that that’s not the case, there’s a lot going on behind the scenes

- “Dealing with Batman is Just as scary as you’d think. The guy gives me the creeps” (Bruce has 100% worked with booster about spreading rumors about Batman to keep up his reputation so Anything that Michael says about him can only be about confirming rumors that support his reputation or pre-approved stories about Batman being intimidating even outside of fights. Booster does once say that there’s a betting pool in the JL if Bats is a vampire and Bruce was not happy that it wasn’t cleared with him before but it’s been easier to fight goons recently as they’ve been reaching for holy water rather than guns first. Bruce then decides to have Booster keep up these rumors as long as they are actually cleared with him so Bruce can have a firm control over the Batman vampire mythos.)

- “Does Batman go to PT? Pfft, I’ve seen the guy bounce back from every injury he’s ever had with inhuman speed. I swear, it’s like he gets a bullet wound or stabbed and is completely fine the next day!”

- “Oh yeah, Superman is just as nice as everyone says he is! He overheard me talking to Flash once about how I couldn’t find a soldering iron fine enough to fix some of my more intricate gear and he said I can ask anytime if I needed him to use his laser vision to fix my stuff! He’s great.”

- Booster talking about fighting time monsters and being kinda sad that no one can actually see the amount of effort it takes to deal with those issues because if he’s done everything right, there should be no trace anything happened at all.

But his streams can also reveal some of the more… undesirable parts of becoming a hero, namely the gruesome injures, trauma, and seeing friends get brutally injured:

And people realize this through Booster accidentally trauma dumping to his audience and them going “oh shit, I knew doing hero work isn’t easy but this guy needs a fucking therapist”:

- Briefly mentions how weird it was to hold in his guts in after getting injured really badly during a fight.

- (warning there’s a description of a burnt corpse so skip this if you don’t like that): “The dishes have been piling up lately guys. I keep meaning to get to it but it’s just - you remember those burning apartments I had to sort though last week? The, uh, slightly grainy and squishy texture of the food under my fingers keeps reminding me of sorting through those houses and I just haven’t been able to get to it.”

“ I was sorting through the debris, looking for potential causes of the fire. One of the walls was gone and you could see the metal pipes melted into a weird shape, it was kinda cool.”

“But uh, I went to shift what I thought was a burnt piece of furniture out of the way. And when I grabbed it, it like, gave away? sort of? I thought it was going to be burnt wood but the first few layers of the outside crumbled under my touch and flaked away, the non-burnt part way on the inside was still kinda squishy.”

“It, uh- it, turned out to be someone’s arm.”

“The firemen said the person must’ve been crushed under the falling wall and didn’t escape in time. And they just lied there, charred nearly to the bone.”

“The texture just reminds me of that happening and I haven’t been able to do dishes or eat anything with my hands in a while.”

“But anyways guys! I think I’m going to get Beetle to do them when he comes over tomorrow!” (The sudden whiplash of tone definitely gets viewers very concerned because that Cannot be healthy)

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I also enjoy the concept that people mercilessly bully him online (but with no real ill intent, think Jerma’s fanbase type of bullying and memeing the shit out of the man)

Ted Kord is absolutely a fan favorite. At first he was often visibly in the backgrounds of Michael’s videos all suited up. Then he was the supervisor and behind-the-camera context giver to Booster for the more stupid stunts he did for internet attention and answered questions Booster had about media he reacted to by filling in the meaning of what he was being shown.

People Loved their dynamic and sure enough Booster capitalized the shit out of it by pulling Ted into his videos and having Blue Beetle be the voice of reason & the comedic contrast of “guy who knows how to do things” vs “guy who has no fucking clue what he’s doing. Their “High INT, High STR, Low WIS, Low CHA ” & “High CHA (with permanent disadvantage), High STR, Low WIS, & Low INT” relationship is much loved online.

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But at the same time, he could also accidentally be the cause of many technological breakthroughs in the 21st century because common knowledge to him would be so absolutely foreign to us as that’s centuries of advancement in the fields of technology, science, engineering, and math between current day and the 25th century. I’d like to imagine he corrects a physics equation with one made in the 23th century that was common knowledge for him, but not so much for the modern century physicist. And now he’s in the media focus for being a superhero influencer online who somehow caused a breakthrough in physics. With the intent of becoming a superhero with the sole purpose of gaining fame & money to eventually form a corporation based around himself to make a comfortable living.

#bones replies #bones writes #dc #booster gold #justice league #blue beetle #ted kord #booster gold and blue beetle are super good bros I love them so much #booster would absolutley gain a dedicated fanbase thats well known for putting the guys face on fucking everything #he would either get a jerma like fanbase or would get like 13 year old gamer nerds and there would be no inbetween #long post #i can’t figure out how to put ‘read more’ on mobile so sorry folks

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Titles alone these all sound amazing! What can you tell us about Honest with me- Juice x OC?

That's actually so reassuring because there is nothing that's more of a struggle for me than titling fics! 😂 Titles and coming up with summaries. It all kills me lmao

But anyway! Believe it or not Honest With Me is actually the very first SOA fic I ever started writing way way back when I first finished watching the series. (To put it in perspective my first watch of SOA was during lockdown back in 2020 lmao) I started writing it because I really just wanted the chance to explore facets of Juice that we never got to see in the show. To this day I mourn the fact that we never got to see him in a romantic relationship the way we got to see almost all of the other guys at one point or another.

The story really took on a life of its own the more time that went by. What was going to start off as a simple little romance story suddenly got much more layered and complicated the more that I built out the backstory for my OC, all of the secrets that she tried to keep from Juice about where she really came from and all of his dealings with the club that he doesn't want to admit to her took this from being a quick little 3 or 4 part story to the absolute behemoth of a fic that it's currently existing as in my wip folder 😂

A little snippet! Because I can and I have no self control! 😂

She laughed and shook her head as she climbed back into her car. She waved one last time before peeling out of the parking lot, leaving Juice standing there chuckling to himself. He took another sip of his drink before heading back towards the garage. He wished that things were just a little bit different. He wished that she knew just enough about his life so that she could stay with him at the compound while the guys were on a run without him. It’d be nice to have her company in increments that weren’t measured in minutes but rather in hours, or days. “She’s cute.” The tone in Gemma’s voice made it painfully obvious that she was fishing for something. “Yeah.” He sounded like he was a million miles away. “She doesn’t know you, does she?” She waited for a response and when he simply shook his head she offered, “Either clue her in, or cut the cord. Anything else is just mean for the both of you.” “I know.” He tapped his fingers on the sides of his cup. “I know. It’s just…nice to be someone else sometimes.” Gemma sympathized with what he was saying. He had always been a couple beats off from the rest of the guys. She couldn’t always put her finger on it, but she had found it interesting when he was patched in. He was clamoring for acceptance and could take direction well because of it. But there were times when she would look into his eyes and she could see that there were a million other things going on inside his head.

I have so many pages in so many docs dedicated to this boy. And there will probably be more to come lmao

Pick a wip and ask a question!

#ask #asks #wip game #ravennaortiz

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jedidryad · 2 months

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WIP Wednesday: Ghosts by caves spouting philosophy

This snippet is mostly dialogue without a ton of setting around it. I tend to start with dialogue. On Nirauan, Mara informs Luke that her mission with Lando to track down Car'das took "some years." Zahn put a few details into his retcon of their romance to make this alternative explanation seem plausible, but canon really only gives us glimpses of their mission together. This leaves it up to me to create the journey to find Car'das, and so I have decided that the beckon call is so untraceable, that Lando and Mara need to go back to where Luke found it to look for clues. And so a restless and conflicted Mara Jade finds herself on Dagobah. Guess who she runs into there.

“Yes, strong with the dark side that cave is. In you will go?”

I took three steps back as the presence that had drawn us to land in that particular part of the planet seemed to intensify. I turned towards the glow I could see out of the corner of my left eye.

There, presenting the illusion of sitting on a lichen covered rock, was a small green creature wearing what appeared to be Old Republic Jedi robes that were decidedly worse for the wear.

“Mara Jade.”

“Who are you?”

“Guess you may.”

There was only one possibility: “Jedi Master Yoda.”

“See you can, Mara Jade, yes. See you do.” He cackled with an incomprehensible glee, “Calls to Jedi, this cave does.”

“I am not a Jedi.”

“Not yet, no.” The ghostly Jedi Master agreed.

I could sense the darkness from the cave, like tendrils reaching out to me, familiar, but no longer soothing.

“I’m not going in there.” I informed the ghost as I was reminded of kneeling at Palpatine’s feet for long hours. My knees smarted in remembrance. That cave felt like his presence. His laugh reverberated through my mind.

“Hmm.” Master Yoda raised his chin and I could read neither his tone nor his expression, “much pain you are in, Mara Jade.”

I rolled my eyes. This was 900 years of wisdom?

“Yeah yeah. Everyone knows I’m in pain.”

“Hurt you, the darkness has. Hurt you very much.” He sighed then with a depth that made me think he actually knew what he was talking about.

“What do you know about it?” I snapped. If he was going to hang around haunting me, he may as well make himself useful.

“The dark side.” Yoda said, holding my gaze firmly, “surround you it did.”

“I think that’s pretty kriffing obvious.”

“So certain are you,” he cackled again before sobering, “hide your light, you have.”

“What light?”

“Obvious that is not, I see,” he tightened his wrinkled lips, “disillusioned you are. Trust in the Force, you cannot.”

“Well that’s better than being taken in by some sort of illusion isn’t it? Or do you like your illusions like Skywalker does?”

The specter began to cackle again and graced me with a toothy grin.

“False, illusions are, Mara Jade. Also false, disillusionment is.”

“How can the truth be false?”

“Hhhheeeehhhheheh. Not false, no. Incomplete, it is. Merely another illusion.”

“Palpatine was an illusion. Katarn and Skywalker were also illusions. Is there anything that isn’t an illusion?”

“Important questions these are, mmmm?”

“Why do I feel like you’re making fun of me?”

“Amusing the mind of a student is.”

“I am not your student!”

“A student of the Force, you cannot help but be”.

“I can and I will. I decide my destiny, not some trumped up Force that is never there when I need it. And certainly not some ancient Jedi Master that couldn’t stop the galaxy from falling into the hands of Sheev Palpatine.”

I watched as my enraged accusation seemed to float through the specter without leaving a mark.

“A student you were though?”

“At the academy? Sure. I tried to train there. I tried to train with Katarn too. He fell to the dark side. Doesn’t sound like a smart choice for a teacher does it? Skywalker too. I grew up in darkness. Like you said, it’s still hurting me. I’d be a fool to go looking for more.”

“Mmmm timing, yes." I blinked at his nonsequitur, "important it is. Very important. Always moving the time is. Forward, forward. Always moving, you are too, Mara Jade.”

“It sounds like you don’t think I’m moving forward.”

“Heard that you did, hmm? Always in motion is the future. Uncertain it is whether forward or backwards we travel.”

“How did Luke ever learn anything from your maddening riddles?”

“Learn he did. Teach he did. So you will. It is the way of things.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Strong in the Force, you are.”

“No I’m not. I can barely touch it half the time.”

“The Force’s problem, that is not."

#epic!bio #wip #mara jade #yoda #dagobah #nature of the force #cave refusals #part 3

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6 (although I think I already know the answer :P), 10, 20!

6. What character do you have the most fun writing?

Other than Dimileth, lol... certainly Sylvain, particularly teasing Dimitri. He's just The Guy that says what the audience wants to say. And there's always an undercurrent of "I'm being an ass cause that's my gimmick but I do actually care underneath all this smarmy bs".

Lately I've been writing Flayn more and she is fun too. Her stage notes are basically "how would an overexcited puppy react to this?" Lol. Petra as well because she is usually dropping some knowledge but you have to really analyze your sentence structure and word choice but keep that same message.

10. How would you describe your writing process?

Utter chaos. Anarchy.

But more seriously, GRR Martin has a quote about "gardening" writing style, where you start with a small seed of an idea and let it grow on its own which is exactly what I do. I have never outlined a fic or even known where it was headed when starting. For example with my ongoing fic rn, I didn't start out thinking "I'm going to write a regency au with a count of monte Cristo type revenge arc". A conversation popped into my head where there was a party at some palace where a few women were talking about Kronya's body being found just outside. I just liked the contrast. Then I thought, oh the gossiping seems regency-ish. Then, I have to ask myself questions to fill in the blanks- who killed her and why? Dimitri-- but how do they not know that? He's hiding his identity-- ok then who do they think he is? What would have had to happen to make that plausible? Etc etc etc, eventually a setting and plot come together. This is why my longer fics are usually complete by the time I start posting. Because the beginning setup usually comes last 😅

Unfortunately this leaves a lot of unfinished WIPs with 1-2k words written in one sitting and abandoned 🫠 Sometimes I come back weeks, months, or even a year later and finish them, sometimes not.

20. Tell us the meta about your writing that you really want to ramble to people about (symbolism you’ve included, character or relationship development that you love, hidden references, callbacks or clues for future scenes?)

Hmmmm not sure if this counts, but I always try to keep Dimitri and Byleth's relationship balanced. I don't ever want it to be "woman with no personality of her own saves complicated man". I try to show how he has done a lot for her too 💙💙💙

A random thing I do for Byleth is reevaluate any dialogue that has her saying more than two sentences without pause. Almost always I will cut it down if that's the case, unless she is relaying an event or something unemotional like that.

#wow sorry that got long #i love talking about writing processes #fe3h #fire emblem three houses #dimileth #fire emblem #asks

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We Were Destined to Fall (But I'll Catch You) || Seven: 1923 A.D., NYC

Pairing: Jeonghan x fem!reader

Synopsis: In which he traded the fate of humanity for your love.

Genre: Angst, betrayal, greed, fallen angel!jeonghan, sinner!reader, blacksmith!seokjin, F2E!seokmin, one-sided pining, angel!joshua, mafia!au for this chapter

Warnings: Gang activity, alcohol/smoking, mildly suggestive, inaccuracies regarding the 1920s, implied unhappy ending in this life too

WC: ~1.5k

Taglist: @yoozuku @sleeplessdawn @listxn @paintedstarres @knucklesdeepmingi @nanamioo @bibinnieposts

A/N: This was sitting in the WIP for months, but I was able to finish it after being inspired by Time After Time :') We'll be traveling back to the origins of this whole dilemma in the next chapter . . . Though admittedly, I really don't know where I'm going with this fic series LOL

I didn't tag my usual permanent taglist crew for the sake of this being a terribly old series and it's kinda dark, so I didn't know if most of you wanted to read it or not! Pls lmk if you do - I'll be excluding this series from the usual tagging.

six || masterlist || next

Jeonghan leaned against the edge of the bar counter, an amber glass of whiskey and ice held loosely in his hands. He had no intention of finishing it; rather, it was a decoration for him in an effort to blend in with the drunk and dazed crowd. A black fedora hid his watchful eyes scanning through the smoke and haze. Men and women alike littered the dimly lit parlor at the corner of Main Street tonight; most held a lost glaze in their eyes, their loud laughter accompanied by puffs of smoke. Despite their jubilant grins that crinkled the corners of their eyes and the hearty chuckles at the littlest things, it didn’t quite match the emptiness in their hearts that the sounds echoed off of.

Living for centuries now, Jeonghan would never understand why some humans chose to shorten their already abbreviated lives with those thick brown sticks of death. He, himself, an immortal being, refused to set one aflame in between his lips. Perhaps if he didn’t have something to lose, something to live for, someone to look for, someone to hold onto, he’d understand.

Some humans walked this earth like ghosts: Aimlessly and without a destination. It was an unfortunate fate, but it was hard to say Jeonghan was lucky either. He was not human nor successful. He only found you once every few centuries and you’d slip through his fingers in a blink of an eye.

However, unlike most times, in this life, you found him. An orphan raised by the leader of the Mafia, himself, you were a woman before your time. You wore suits though most women fancied those sparkly, beaded flapper dresses. Martial arts was second nature to you – no man dared to let their fingers linger too long in a handshake in a business deal. Your words were clip and blunt, not superfluous and flowery like the messages hidden in the poetry of other people’s words.

This was perhaps Jeonghan's favorite version of you.

The catch, however? It made you harder to catch.

Seemingly a lost hobo by the sea ports when you first found him, Jeonghan obtained a position as a messenger and earned the trust of your father rather quickly. His words captivated your father and his stealth was unmatched. You didn’t want to admit it and your harsh remarks said otherwise, but Jeonghan knew he had your attention.

Tonight, you asked him to meet you here, yet there was nearly no trace of your oversized and overwashed suit coat. The atmosphere was absent of the usual smack of your bubblegum that always chewed at the headquarters. The only clue was the slightest whiff of your citrus sandalwood perfume when a woman in a form-fitting strapless lace navy blue dress passed by. Amidst smelly and sweaty gangsters in the less nice part of town, the smell was unique to you.

He followed the woman towards the back. Her features were shrouded by the shadows of the room, making it difficult to make out if it was you or someone else. Her black, gloved fingers lingering on the chipped door frame a minute too long, he caught a glint of her shining eyes before she disappeared into the night.

He knew that glimmer anywhere.

Jeonghan jogged after you. He fumbled with the brass doorknob, nearly breaking it from its rusty hinges in all his haste, adrenaline rushing through his veins as he was afraid to lose this one possible moment alone with you. Other than the pile of money that your father sat on, you were perhaps his second most prized possession. Not related through blood, but related through bond, you were destined for the throne in this underground, Though capable of taking care of yourself, you were always accompanied by bodyguards.

It was raining when he made it out the other side, a heavy fog clouding his view as Jeonghan turned his head side to side, squinting in search of you in the side alley. He could make out the sound of flirting and laughter from a couple – as if to mock him what could be his reality, your arm hooked with his roaming the nights together giggles and banter filling your conversation, but wasn’t. His heart had already started to sink that maybe you were more clever than he expected in this life and he messed up, missed his chance.

“I’m surprised you took me up on the invitation, Mr. Yoon,” you called.

He whipped his head in the direction of your voice. Squinting through the fog, he could make out the silhouette of your figure pressed against the wall. You weren’t looking at him though, your eyes concentrated on the cracked concrete in front of your heels.

You caught him off-guard, but Jeonghan did his best to hide it. He corrected his posture, rolling his shoulders back and straightening his spine. He cleared his throat and made his way towards you – with enough haste to show that he was intrigued, but enough nonchalance to make you curious.

He’s had a hard enough time trying with you this lifetime, a little teasing in return shouldn’t hurt. His breath hitched as you came into view. It was a garment unlike anything he’d ever seen before. It was a deep hue of navy blue, but the fabric shone under the dim lighting of the streetlamp. It hugged your body, emphasizing your best assets. The slit up to the thigh was especially breath-taking.

“Aren’t you cold, doll?” Jeonghan asked in an attempt to tease you. He gestured at your leg sticking out of the dress before slipping it back into the pocket of his slacks. He tilted his head back behind him, “We could’ve chatted inside where it’s warm.”

“What’s the fun in that?” you finally looked up, cocking a curious eyebrow at him. You scanned his body up and down, the corner of your red painted lips curling into a smirk. “There are other ways to be warm.”

Jeonghan stopped a foot in front of you, the toes of your heels and his leather shoes nearly touching if he took a step further. His dark orbs bored into your own, he slowly dragged his tongue at his bottom lip.

“What are you suggesting here?” Jeonghan asked in return, his voice dropping in an octave. He waited a beat before shuffling towards you, pressing his hand into the wall by your head.

Most women would’ve been flustered, blushing a little at this point, but you weren’t “most women” of this era.

“You intrigue me, Mr. Yoon,” you crossed your arms over your chest, staring him down.

“Do I, now?” he asked, flattered. “In what way?”

“I’ve seen your skill – the way you fight, how you save your fellow messengers,” you narrowed your eyes, “You could easily move up the ranks and become a sector officer – even an undercover cop if you wanted like Mingyu, perhaps be re-located in a better location in the city instead of this shithole,” you sucked in a sharp breath and exhaled deeply. “Yet you stay here. Why?”

No matter how many lifetimes he has met you, no matter how many different bodies you took on, there was something about you that never changed.

Even if your tongue didn’t speak the truth, your eyes did: Happiness, sadness, frustration, flattery, mistrust. If someone knew you well enough, they would know to look to your eyes for the truth.

People thought you wore sunglasses to hide your identity.

Jeonghan knew better.

Right now, it was curiosity – perhaps, desire almost.

“I think the answer is right in front of me,” Jeonghan replied.

“Those corny lines don’t work on me, Yoon,” you were quick to shoot back.

“But it’s the truth.”

“It’s not good to be close to me in this industry, Jeonghan.”

“You’ve been watching me for a long time,” Jeonghan ignored your comment. “You’re just as curious about me as I am about you – you wouldn’t have asked me to come out here otherwise.” He closed the space in between the two of you, his lips hovering centimeters away from you. Had it not been for the rough shove of your palm against his chest, Jeonghan might not have been able to restrain himself.

“If you know what’s good for you, Yoon –”

“You want to be close to me, but our ranks and the world we live in don’t allow it – ever,” Jeonghan cut you off. The blue flash across his eyes startled you, though you looked away to hide the fact. Harshly gulping down the lump in your throat, you delivered a more forceful shove; yet, he didn’t budge.

“If we can’t be in this lifetime too,” his hand gently caressed your jaw, “Just this once . . . let me show you.”

Slowly, you turned your head in his hold, fearful, yet forcing yourself to meet his icy blue gaze. Though his eyes were glowing, his expression had softened – yet it was almost . . . hypnotic. It drew you in closer, willing you to put your trust in his hands when you grew up being told to do the opposite.

“Can I?” Jeonghan asked one more time.

The way your lips molded against his own was more than enough of an answer.

Oh, how you regretted falling into temptation and learning the truth of what had been and what could've been. To have him so close, yet so far out of your reach - this was your punishment for all your sins in this life and your first.

Your beloved fallen angel who traded the heavens for you, but you couldn't do the same in return.

His life was as sorrowful as the lost and ghostly humans who wondered this world aimlessly.

In the next life, perhaps you will take matters into your own hands and take reigns on yours and his intertwined fate once and for all.

#jeonghan x reader #jeonghan angst #jeonghan scenarios #seventeen x reader #seventeen imagines #seventeen angst #seventeen scenarios

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