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lockefanfic · 1 year

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I'm back, and:

I'll get to all the asks in my inbox soon!

I'll get back to writing soon (tm)

I have finished Persona 5, and I have (spoiler warning) 10 thoughts after the break.

So for context, I played and finished Persona 5 Royal on PC. I ended up putting 95 hours into it, beating the main storyline and doing a good amount of the Mementos quests/confidant storylines, but I didn't do the third semester (more on that later). Thoughts:

What a game. I'm a pretty big JRPG guy, and this ranks up there in my top 5 of all time. Easily. Great characters, great storyline (albeit with what I thought was some filler towards the end of the game), really fun (if basic) battle system. And it's easily the most stylish JRPG I've ever played, and a lot of that has to do with the comic-style UI and god-tier soundtrack. Loved the game, loved the characters. After I finished it, I felt like I was saying goodbye to legit friends I'd come to know pretty well over the past couple of weeks.

Makoto best girl, don't @ me. Sorry Kasumi/Sumire. Makoto was the real Phantom Thief, cuz she infiltrated my palace and stole my heart. I legit awwww-ed at a couple of points in her romance. Hifumi close third place behind Makoto and Kasumi/Sumire.

I didn't do the third semester because how the fuck was I supposed to know you had to max out Maruki's confidant level just to unlock it? I went into this playthrough blind, and Maruki was always kind of sus (I kind of assumed he and Akechi he'd end up being a big bad and I guess I was half-right), but I had no idea that a whole 20+ hours of the game was locked behind his confidant level. By the time I realized it, I was already long past the date he left the school, and there was no way I was going to re-play 80+ hours just to unlock the third semester. Bah. I think it's crazy that they would lock most of the new content behind a pretty random confidant that you can easily pay zero attention to. Shame, because Kasumi/Sumire and Akechi are locked to the third semester and Kasumi/Sumire might've had a better chance of becoming best girl if, y'know, she could actually join my party permanently.

Was Haru even a character? I'm pretty sure some of the lesser non-party confidants got more screentime and background than she did. I didn't use her much either, because Makoto, Ann, and even Futaba were more interesting characters. How adorable (and relatable) is Futaba lol. When she called Mishima an NPC I legit laughed out loud. She destroyed him.

And on the topic of Okumuras, fuck you Okumura boss battle. It was the one part of the game where I had to turn the difficulty down.

WHY COULDN'T I ROMANCE SAE edit: for god's sake I could romance my homeroom teacher but not her? c'mon.

I watched a video about how the characters are much more comfortable in the Metaverse instead of the real world, and damn, it really resonated with me. This game had a lot to say about masks and social/societal pressure and hierarchy and things like that, and I found myself saying damn, that's so true more times than I could count. A large part of why I grew so attached to the characters and their struggles was because in a lot of ways, I saw myself in them.

Loved how real and accurate Tokyo (and the in-game world) was. Loved the references to popular chains, specific streets, and small things like brand names. I giggled irl at the nerds walking around in Akihabara with their bags of merch until I realized I've been those nerds a few times and then I got semi-offended, lol.

Akechi was sus from the start. I mean, was anyone actually surprised when he did the heel turn? At least he had his anime last stand, even if the team went from "you betrayed us you asshole" to "omg akechi nooooo what a noble sacrifice sadface" pretty quickly.

This was my first Persona game and the entire calendar/time cycles were really interesting. The other games have a similar system, right? Should I bother playing Persona 4 or just wait for Persona 6? Is Persona 5 Strikers any good?

Anyway, that concludes my little hiatus from Tumblr. I have a few things on the go irl so I probably won't be as active on here as I was previously, but I'll always be around, even if I'm not posting every day like I used to.

I'm going to be hopefully finishing up a couple of fics I've started, and I've come up with a few ideas for some sequels/new fics (Gaeul sequel because I'm an IVE fan now), so stay tuned.

Love you all, and hope you're all being excellent to yourselves and to each other. <3

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felixcloud6288 · 8 months

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Fullmetal Alchemist Chapter 9

This is a calm breather chapter after everything that's happened. And we get to see Ed and Al in a more relaxed state. There's so much to talk about this chapter.

I double checked the earlier chapters and Ed never used any gendered pronouns when referring to his mechanic so this would be the first time we find out Winry is a woman.

The opening scene with the other patient also establishes that automail is not the same as a standard prosthetic. Later in the chapter, we learn automail is directly connected to the nerves. I'm fairly sure real-world prosthetics at the time used surrounding muscles to move them. Automail surgery is apparently brutal so it's another glimpse at Ed's determination that he'd endure the process to get automail.

The chapter brings up a little point of some of the hassle that goes into having an artificial limb. They don't grow with you so part of maintenance includes refitting them as your body changes.

As for some background and lore stuff, we finally know how Al's soul is attached to his armor. He has a blood rune written onto the armor that binds him in place. If it's destroyed, he's gone. We also learn Winry's parents are doctors who died in the Ishbalan war. The Elrics' father is an old drinking buddy of Pinako's. Wait, how old is he?

Pinako totally has the hots for Armstrong.

Back in chapter 3, I mentioned wanting to talk about that line “The mines are our homes and our graves.” I'd honestly forgotten Al, Winry, and Pinako talk about it here and there's not much I can add to what they already said. I guess if I were to add my own thoughts as well, deep down, maybe Ed doesn't want to be on this journey. Maybe deep down, he'd rather just live a quiet life and try to ignore the horrible mistakes he's made. A home is a place of comfort. Sometimes, you start to ignore problems because you don't want to leave that place of comfort. By destroying his home, he forced himself to have to always move forward. He has to face the problems he made.

Leaving a place you've called home isn't simply packing up and moving. You're leaving behind the bonds you've made, your shared history, your cultural ties. You have to build all these things up again which can take years. For a vagrant like Ed, every place is uncomfortable to be because you'll never feel familiar there. Someone refusing to leave no matter the hardships because it's their home and grave really struck a cord for Ed. He doesn't have a home, and has no idea where his grave may be. And he probably truly wants both.

So what did Resembool have you can't find in the city? Childhood friends, people who know Ed as Ed, family photos, their mother's grave, familiar cooking, and a place that will always welcome them back.

Ed had to look away as he said goodbye. He probably didn't want to leave again.

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#fullmetal alchemist reread #fullmetal alchemist

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purgatory-if · 5 months

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ok with ro intros out of the way (since i don't know if i'll do intros for important side characters just yet) time to bust out the brainrot. first tarot cards, then it's the flower language and you are NOT ready for the flower language

i could really go on with some of these (especially m and angel, probably achlys too) but then i'd get into hard spoiler territory and i'd rather prefer to avoid that before the game comes out

angel - the tower

UPRIGHT: Sudden change, upheaval, chaos, revelation, awakening

REVERSED: Personal transformation, fear of change, averting disaster

angel's someone who is quite literally made to embody that unpredictable future. it'd make sense that the card that resonates with them the most is the one about sudden change. while they do tend to place a lot of emphasis on that 'catastrophic change' aspect, the paths they tend to lead people down are a lot more boring than that. closer to a series of coincidences, leading to a breakthrough or a revelation or something that was 'meant to be'.

i don't know how well 'fesr of change' works with their personal thing since they're someone who pbysically can't have a sense of status quo without breaking out in hives, but there are some things that are comfortable constants. losing those woild count as fear of change, right?

honourable mention: seven of wands

achlys - death (sorry, but it fits)

UPRIGHT: Endings, change, transformation, transition

REVERSED: Resistance to change, personal transformation, inner purging

achlys is someone else i think that could fit the hierophant for very different reasons to the others, but death is their calling and thus here we are. achlys, no matter how steadfast and steady they may seem, is ultimately someone who can't stand stagnation. routine is comfortable but there's a point it corsses into bboredom and soon enough routine is outdated. times change, and they must change alongside them.

it's only fair that they get some sort of control over that sort of thing now. death usually takes a much more backseat rolee to everything, but sitting there and just watching everything happen- being content to leave them as they are just... wasn't right.

honourable mention: ten of swords

esme - the moon

UPRIGHT: Illusion, fear, anxiety, subconscious, intuition

REVERSED: Release of fear, repressed emotion, inner confusion

i think esme would work with the star as well but lack of faith and disconnect aren't quite as applicable to them. esme's a classic case of stuck between two worlds--what they know, and what they're more comfortable in. the heavens weren't the kindest to them and they carry a lot of self doubt because of that, and those jitters are very hard to shake, whether you're mortal or semi-immortal and being a glorified receptionist.

personally the moon as a celestial body has some very fun symbolism especially with some of the other stuff that's going on, reflecting the light cast at it with a much more muted glow. fun fact angels represent stars which is why the star was so close to being their card

honourable mention: the star, six of swords

ama - the devil

UPRIGHT: Shadow self, attachment, addiction, restriction, sexuality

REVERSED: Releasing limiting beliefs, exploring dark thoughts, detachment

i admit. this may be another one where i am doing a tiny teensy weensy bit of cheating--make the succubus the card that represents dark desires and sexuality. but hear me out ama is an unstable person. her relationships are fragile but the one thing that's been constant is her ability to bring out another side of people, and that is something that she takes immense pride in.

i'm going to be very honest i think this is a bit of a stretch but ama's other closest card was the lovers and that was a bit harder to explain but i think you. get what i mean. it was really closer to just the reversed value but i like to challenge myself and make upright and reversed fit.

honourable mention: the lovers, seven of cups

vivi - the magician

UPRIGHT: Manifestation, resourcefulness, power, inspired action

REVERSED: Manipulation, poor planning, untapped talents

vivi's been described as 'ruthlessly efficient' and i think that really represents the spirit of this card when it's supposed to embody one person. she's not super manipulative, but she's got enough charisma to know what people want to hear when she needs them to do one thing or another. willing to do whatever it takes to make an extra buck, she'll use all that's available to her.

vivi's very determined but she doesn't tunnel-vision, a strength that's served her way better than you might think it has.

...i might also want to see her in a magician's outfit. i think she'd rock it.

honourable mention: nine of pentacles

ailbhe - the world

UPRIGHT: Completion, integration, accomplishment, travel

REVERSED: Seeking personal closure, short-cuts, delays

while as usual these are very simplistic definitions compared to the broad way this card can be interpreted, i think ailbhe fits very well with this card for a lot of reasons i can't mention but also because her whole thing is travel and self-discovery, passions reignited and all that jazz. ailbhe's not necessarily the ''most' forward-thinking, but out of everyone it's the most likely to have a reasonable plan for the future.

sure, it might not be the best way to do things if the motto is 'just keep going' but the destination and the journey are equally important and why not treat them as such? ailbhe's a very fufilled person but that doesn't mean there wasn't a lot of personal development to get there.

honourable mention: eight of pentacles

rahley - the hierophant

UPRIGHT: Spiritual wisdom, religious beliefs, conformity, tradition, institutions

REVERSED: Personal beliefs, freedom, challenging the status quo

i think m and rahley could very easily switch because at heart they're quite similar people but ultimately i felt that the hierophant fit rahley better, even if religious icanography is really more m's thing. rahley's very obviously someone by-the-book, someone who finds comfort in the logic and structure of the scientific world despite all fo the unknowns, because even unknowns follow some set of logic, no matter how absurd it may seem.

rahley as a person follows her own personal beliefs, at this point. structure and order are incredibly valuable to her but she wants at least a 50% share in that sort of thing. she knows what works for her best, has for a long time now. even if that's inconvenient to others, so be it.

honourable mention: page of swords

m - the chariot

UPRIGHT: Control, willpower, success, action, determination

REVERSED: Self-discipline, opposition, lack of direction

m's always going to be a very driven person and i think as the only other resident dead person who's so intimately entangled in the story they serve as a . i guess a bastion of that sort of thing. y'know despite having passed on they're still here, still trying to help with a grin and a smile.

m's also gullible if you know what buttons to press and thus they can be incredibly frazzled behind the driver's seat. someone i knew compared them to an f1 racer, which isn't too far off. it doesn't matter how panicked the driver is, that car is going fast and you need to make a confident choice before the world makes one for you.

honourable mention: king of wands

#the void #purgatory if #char: angel #char: achlys #char: esme #char: amaterasu #char: vivi alatorre #char: rahley kahinu #char: ailbhe kahinu #char: m blankenship #interactive fiction #headcannon

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bonesandthebees · 9 months

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on another philosophical note sparkle emote (im too lazy to switch to mobile for the emojis kfjdsksd)

this is why i like . idk i love being online. i went on a whole rant today with my friend about like the freedom that having an online persona can give you. it's so much easier to experiment with gender identity with pronouns, etc etc

and even like... pfps. pfps mean so much to me. i have discord nitro and like . i literally thought it was useless until i did it to match pfps with my friend and then i never went back whoops, but i just... love being able to have multiple pfps. i love being able to express myself in so many different ways. i feel like having one pfp is so... constricting. i don't change my personality (or at least not consciously) when i talk to people online. in fact i feel more like myself online than in person lol but, it's nice to be able to express different parts of myself all at once.

and the amount of people who ive met online who are more comfortable with their online name than their irl name, idk i just find it neat :) i love seeing people having a safe space to truly be themselves eueueueu

agreed I love being anonymous online it's very fun to be able to give yourself kind of an alternate 'persona' where you can try stuff out like that!! names are especially fun. for pretty much all my teen years I could never come up with an internet pseudonym I liked more than my real name so I just. used my real name. because I was a little dumb BUT I didn't give away any other personal info about myself (like I never put my last name anywhere or anything) so I was fine

but yeah once i got into uni I started trying out internet nicknames and I have a lot of fun with them! I still really like my og nickname that I went by for a long time (I went by Cactus hence why my main blog is called bonesandcacti), but then when I got into mcyt I wanted to switch it up again. I liked the idea of going by bones, but I also wanted to try out bee because I have a bee tattoo and I love bees so I thought the name was cute. so that's how I got where I am now.

now it's reached a point where I go by bee in irl situations if I'm meeting people who (might) know me through my fics 😭 like anytime I'm in a lovejoy queue I introduce myself as bee, and when I was at twitchcon I only said my name was bee. I'm lucky that bee could also pass as a real name so it never raises eyebrows lol. I do actually really love my real name though. if I ever do get published you guys will find out what it is so you'll finally be able to call me it which would be fun

internet names are very fun and people should have fun with them :) I've never found a huge attachment to any of my pfps, except maybe my twitter pfp atm since it was art of me done by my dear friend @/aweirdlisa for my birthday last year. I love that art sm. but other than that I don't find I have a huge attachment to my pfps but I get what you mean. if I had full discord nitro I'd probably switch it up depending on the server just for funsies

#ask #icyfox17

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ruewrites · 2 years

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I SAW YOUR LATEST POST AND UH 😳

Can I request diavolo x mammon with handcuff and blindfold

Hsjsjsjsjsjsnsnss. Take your time don't rush it

AO3

Ship: Diavolo/Mammon

Word Count: 1219

Warnings: Smut

A/N: I am, so very sorry this took me so long to write. I'm happy to start getting back into requests! I'm sorry this took me so long to post! Thank you for the request!

Mammon hissed as his piercing was tugged against, hands jerking against cuffs holding him back against the bedpost. They were golden, cold, and made his skin tingle. Every now and again a ruby embedded within the metal would cut into his skin, but it wasn’t enough to make him say his safe word. Never in a million years would that be enough to have him calling quits. He had no idea how long he'd been waiting patiently like this now, but in all honesty, for a masochist like him this was rather tame, almost boring.

Almost.

Large hands traveled down his chest and they stopped just around his happy trail. It made his dick twitch with interest and his hips lifted up.

He could hear Diavolo's voice rumble deep in his throat, and he could only picture the way his eyes traveled over his gem and gold clad body.

The prince was a nice lookin guy, real nice actually. He was sure he wasn't the only one who gawked, he knew he wasn't the only one to gawk. The man was big, and he had a rack on him. Mammon liked it when there was something for him to grab onto, and Diavolo was sculpted with plenty to grab.

It was a real nice body.

Future king of the Devildom indeed.

Unfortunately he wouldn't be doing any grabbing tonight, or looking. Only picturing that perfect body in his mind.

"Are you enjoying this?" Diavolo asked, hands wandering to the sides of his hips, thumbs tracing soft circles along his body.

"Yer teasin me," Mammon growled, his cock could betray his words, but his words would betray his aching need in turn, "I think I'd enjoy it more if ya just got on with it."

Diavolo let out a guffaw at his words, but made no move to honor them. Mammon could feel him shift between his legs as he made himself comfortable. When he was satisfied with where he was, he lifted a hand from Mammon's hip.

The next thing he knew, he was lurching as Diavolo tugged at the piercing on the tip of his cock. "I like this, maybe I should get one too," Diavolo grinned.

He tugged at the piercing again and Mammon felt a small bead of precum dribble down the underside of his cock.

"Maybe I should get one myself."

Mammon's mouth went dry and his muscles tensed as Diavolo's fingers continued to circle around his head. And the idea of that monster cock getting pierced? It was hot, really hot. Hot enough that Mammon could feel himself getting thirsty, and his mind kept circling back to how it would feel to lick over the cool metal and hot flesh and how he would gag as it hit the back of his throat.

"If you can find someone bold enough to do the job," Mammon quipped. He wasn't sure if anyone who knew who Diavolo was would have the balls to do the job. It was a big job attached to a big man. Anyone would be terrified to fuck up that job being it was from the future demon king himself.

Mammon yelped as his cockhead was flicked.

"Be nice now," Diavolo tutted.

The prince hummed, pushing Mammon's dick down towards his stomach and let it bounce back up.

Mammon wasn't sure how much more he could take of the prince's teasing. He wanted to start getting on with things, he craved release. Having his eyes covered didn’t help anything. He couldn’t tell what was going to happen next, and the anticipation was killing him. Patients wasn’t his best virtue, and it was starting to show.

Diavolo’s fingers went to his thighs, slowly tracing up and down and leaving goosebumps in their wake. Each second that passed with him not being touched made Mammon wonder how long he could last before he busted. It came to the point that when Diavolo wandered close to his crotch once more, Mammon couldn't help but mewl at the lack of contact.

Despite the fact he couldn't see, Mammon knew that Diavolo had a smug smile on his face.

"Is there something you want?" Diavolo asked, "All you have to do is ask me."

Mammon considered not saying anything at all. Why should he? Anyone would be more than lucky to touch him! The prince should be begging before him just to get a little taste!

Those were the thoughts that ran through his head. But when Diavolo's fingers ran close to his balls once more, he caved. He couldn't take it anymore.

He murmured under his breath.

"What was that? I couldn't quite hear you?"

"Touch me, please."

"But I am touching you. Be specific."

Mammon whimpered and struggled against the restraints. He could cry right now. He really could.

"Please touch my dick."

"There you go, now that wasn't so hard. Was it?"

As soon as Diavolo wrapped his hand around him, Mammon attempted to thrust up.

"Ah ah, no thrusting, let me do the work."

Mammon couldn't help but groan as Diavolo held his hips down and stroked his length. With each pump, Mammon found it harder and harder to suppress the noises that came out of him. He could feel the pressure building within him, it was toe curling and tingly. With each moment he came closer to his impending release.

And then Diavolo stopped. Mammon didn't have a chance to complain, because soon he was being enveloped in warmth. His piercing was hitting the back of Diavolo's throat before he had time to catch his breath. His muscles tensed and he squeezed his eyes shut behind the blindfold.

His wings expanded and his body lifted off the mattress with a cry.

Diavolo's lips still clung to the head, drinking every last drop Mammon could provide him. And as Mammon laid there, shaking and spent, his wrists were freed and his sight returned to him. He vaguely registered Diavolo tending to his wrists with lotion and pulling him closer.

"Let me know if you need anything else," Diavolo murmured, "Anything at all, water, a snack."

Mammon groaned and put his head square onto Diavolo's chest, "A nap on some nice tits?"

Diavolo cackled, making Mammon's head bounce slightly, "Sure, if that is what you'd like."

They maneuvered themselves, giving Mammon a perfectly comfortable spot to rest upon Diavolo.

Large, warm hands ran down his back and played with the beginnings of his wings. Diavolo was a gentle giant, he really was a considerate guy and Mammon felt like a real gem whenever they had their time together. He let him indulge in his greed and have his heart's desires. Their time together could be real nice.

When he'd wake up later there would be a golden platter filled with snacks and the sweetest water he ever drank waiting for him. He would be dressed in a robe and wrapped up in a fluffy blanket, and he wouldn't have to lift a single finger.

It would be nice, real nice.

But for now, all he had to do was snuggle deep into Diavolo's chest and drift off into slumber to the sound of his heartbeat. Large fingers running gently over his back and carding through his hair.

Yeah.

This was nice.

Really

Nice.

#ruewrites #obey me #obey me diavolo #obey me mammon #diavolo x mammon #smut #anon #ask #anon ask #request #anon request

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colorsofmyseason · 1 year

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i once lived by your side

Pairing: Ben White/Aaron Ramsdale, past Ben White/Kalvin Phillips

Set sometime during international break on 2021/2022 season, when Ben just transferred to Arsenal and Kalvin was still at Leeds. I had no idea whether they got called together but hey, artistic licence

Part of my supernatural au of course!

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Dating your (now former) teammate is one thing. Breaking up with him is another. Remaining friends after your (mutual, very civil, no-ill-feelings attached) breakup is another another thing.

But whatever has happened between you both, the fact remains that he was once your boyfriend. Someone who, at some point in your life, has known you better than anyone. So Ben really shouldn't be surprised that, as they're playing FIFA together in Kalvin's room in St. George's Park, the latter asks pretty casually whether he's seeing someone.

Ben's first reaction is to gape, followed by an instant urge to deny. But Kalvin's eyes study him closely, and Ben knows there's no chance he'd get away with lying. So, with a deep sigh, he finally gives in.

"There's someone," he says at last. "We're not dating, not yet. But I…I do have feelings for him."

Kalvin hums, gaze reverting back to the screen. "Does he share the same feelings?"

Ben shakes his head. "I don't know. We're really close, I can tell you that. But I have yet to figure out whether he likes me more than a friend, or something."

Silence ensues as Kalvin expertly maneuvers his virtual self around Ben's defender on the screen. As he watches his players celebrating a goal, Kalvin asks, "Do I know this person?"

"...Maybe."

"And how do you feel about him exactly?"

"Like he's the sun in my sky," Ben answers promptly, and feels his cheeks burn instantly at his own response.

It's true, what he feels about Aaron, but all the same, he's been too embarrassed to actually voice it out to others. It sounds so cheesy, and more than anything, Ben hates being laughed at for his cheesiness. But there's really something about Kalvin that compels him to reveal his deepest secret.

To his credit, the Leeds midfielder merely chuckles, but Ben senses no malicious tone whatsoever in it, and he will take the small mercy. "Goodness," Kalvin says, a twinkle in his eyes. "You must've been completely head over heels for him, huh? I don't recall you ever being this lovey-dovey when we're still together."

A pang shoots through Ben's heart.

Kalvin looks at him, his eyes softened. Pausing his game, he reaches out and takes Ben's hand into his. "Ben, I know our relationship was everything but flawless, but I never wish to leave a black spot in your memory."

Swallowing, Ben looks away. He shouldn't have agreed to come to play earlier.

"You're a good person, Ben," Kalvin continues, "and someone I treasure a lot, yes, even to this day. And I want nothing else but your happiness, with someone who's perfect for you."

"You do?" Ben hears himself saying.

Kalvin smiles, one of his wide, dimpled ones, and the two of them are immediately transported to a time where they're wearing the same white kit and the sight of those dimples alone was enough to send Ben's heart soaring high. But to the defender's immense relief, the memory no longer brings pain, nothing but a species of mild yet genuine comfort.

"Just go for him," Kalvin advises, "tell him how you feel, and see how it goes from there. I'd say that Aaron must be lucky to have someone like you, though I still find it funny that you fell for him of all people."

"...Why is that?"

"You're an incubus, and he's a light elemental."

"And what does that say about you that you, a fucking angel, used to date me back then??"

They laugh together, and Ben reaches out to hug Kalvin. One simple gesture that might lead into something else back in the days, just a pure platonic gesture between two close friends nowadays though.

"Thanks, Kalv," Ben whispers to the older man's ears. "You're the best, and you deserve someone who treats you equally as good. I'm sorry that it couldn't be me, but you will find them, I'm sure."

Kalvin's deep brown orbs are warm as he pats Ben on the shoulder. "I hope so, Ben. Now shall we get back to our game?"

Ben grins and picks up his controller again. "You're on."

They keep on playing until late at night, so immersed in the game that Ben fails to realize until he returns to his own room later that he never told Kalvin that Aaron is indeed the one he loves.

And when Kalvin shrewdly pushes Aaron closer to Ben during training the next day to get them to do some paired drills together, Ben, red-faced and fervently praying no one would notice, sends him a thankful smile.

#fanfiction #football fanfiction #fic #football fic #fanfic #football fanfic #my works #supernatural au #ben white/aaron ramsdale #ben white/kalvin phillips #ben is an incubus #kalvin is an angel #aaron is a light elemental #i don't know how kalvin's personality is like but he always strikes me as a super nice person so #hope you enjoy it

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iztopher · 2 years

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listen. i know this is a cop out. but i genuinely want to know the answer to all of those ask meme questions, so let's just say please answer any of those questions you want to

OMG no if this is a cop out it is an incredibly flattering and sweet one, and i am delighted to do it

...under the cut because this is going to get a little longer because i am in fact doing all of them! (that i haven't already done, anyways)

1. what's the fic youre most proud of?

i keep calling don't you dare go down the best thing i've ever written, and i'm standing by that for the foreseeable future. i put together a lot of stuff i'd been thinking about for years in that fic and i'm really satisfied with how it all came together

2. what's a fic that took you to an emotional/dark/hard place?

this is a really fun question for me because it's kind of embarrassing, because my answer is... i don't have one that i've posted! the fics that take me to a hard place are the ones i have trouble writing the most, so a lot of times they don't get finished. and when they do, i tend to not post them (see question 4).

3. what fic are you emotionally attached to?

nearly all of them! but if i had to pick one, lovely things (but you're the loveliest). it took me a couple years to write, and the last two chapters were written when moonie was visiting me for a week and with a lot of encouragement from her, so i have a lot of good-sad associations with it.

i'm also currently writing a te'ijal character study that is no where near finished yet but has been my quiet close to my heart passion project for a couple years. i'm so scared to work on/finish/share it because i want it to be Perfect and i'm trying to suck it up and do it anyways because the most important thing is that i get it out there!

4. what fic of your own do you read for comfort?

another embarrassing answer which is... none of the ones i've posted publicly, because i have a tiny treasure trove of fic i've written just for this purpose HAHA. they tend to be much rougher around the edges and not up to my standards for characterization (i often joke they're part of "Communication AU", which is an AU where everything is the same but characters who would never openly communicate are willing to do so) because they tend to get into topics that I genuinely do not know how to write when everyone is being cagey/secretive/repressed.

5. what fic of your own won't you read?

the ones i deleted from my computer/external drive </3 but nah otherwise i'll read any of them.

6. what's the hardest part of the writing process for you?

FINISHING THE DAMN THING.

i'm constantly writing like 5-10 fics at a time and flitting between whichever one strikes my fancy the most, which is really fun for the experience of writing and really hard for actually... getting any of them ready to share...

not to mention endings are hard. my little mermaid au outline is currently on the third or fourth version of its ending.

7. how does receiving or not receiving feedback/support impact you?

i cut my teeth on the aveyond fandom, so i tend to go into a fic expecting 2-4 people i know personally to read it and not much anyone else. receiving feedback/support makes me happy & receiving any response beyond what i expect makes me ECSTATIC, but i tend to fair pretty well with not getting it, either.

9. what's your writing process like?

get idea! immediately write as much of the idea as i have, in rough chronological order, but skipping over any sections i don't have in mind yet. then I fill in the rest of it with an outline... unless i don't. (sometimes, if i don't have specific ideas for a fic beyond the initial concept, i kinda just trail off and then pick it back up and keep making stuff up.) since i write mostly oneshots, if i don't have to skip anything in this stage (and i actually made it through to the end), my rough draft is finished at this point! i often still outline for oneshots, though, if i do get stuck/skip sections.

so if i haven't finished my rough draft, then i slowly chip away at that outline every time i pick the fic up again. or just keep going from where i left off in the trailing method lol. i edit a lot as i write at this point in the process, which i'm trying really hard to curb, because i think it's one of the things that makes it hard for me to finish.

once i have the rough draft done, i edit it through a few times. for each edit i make a new copy of the document and just make the changes in there. i tend to tackle each draft fixing a different aspect - one will be cleaning up any plot/logic errors, one will be tightening up characterization and dialogue, etc. when I write te'ijalahad, I tend to have a draft specifically for adjusting nicknames/name usage because otherwise I'll default to "wife" and "husband" for everything and half the fun of these two is the variety.

then, when I'm like, okay, this is pretty good, I give it one more read through where I look at everything all together and edit it. if I'm feeling pretty confident or trying to keep the fic a relative secret, I do this stage alone; if not, this is the point where I enlist a friend to beta for me!

also the one unhinged process of this is every time i get stuck / pick the fic up for the first time in a long while / get to the final read through i write it directly in AO3. I have been told this is chaotic and dangerous

10. how has writing positively impacted your mental health or overall mood?

writing is one of my relatively many creative hobbies & like any of them it makes me really happy to do! i love the feeling when the pieces all click together. it's just fun! writing is also special and particularly satisfying because sometimes when i'm doing game dev or drawing or whatever and i can't figure it out i get pissed off lol but i never get like... upset when i can't figure out a writing thing. i just let it simmer and come back to it.

i'm also trying to work on writing more vent/heavy/comforting stuff as a way of handling my emotions instead of getting stuck in them & spiraling but i'm kind of bad at reminding myself to do that

11. Has a fic you’ve written ever caused issues/controversy?

no and for that i say thank god (although sometimes i get worried about that. i don't think i need to be though)

12. What’s your perfect environment to create/write?

my own desk <3 i love when it's dark outside or raining but i'm not picky haha

13. Do you take pride in your writing, or does it embarrass you? Why?

hell YEAH i take pride in it. that doesn't mean it doesn't embarrass me sometimes, though i'm honestly just proud of myself for finishing a project, so looking back at a fic that i got through enough to post always makes me feel really good. also, i (usually) write characters the exact way i headcanon them, so i'm always like wow... i'm so proud of this characterization... like wow i wonder why it's almost like i wrote it exactly to my tastes. also sometimes the way i use language makes me feel like "oh yeah i did good".

14. Do you compare yourself to other writers? In a positive or negative way?

not really! when i read by other writers i try to take note of aspects of what i like about it and if any of that is my present in my writing/i could make it be present, but other than that i try to mostly take a "wow! two cakes!" approach even when my own writing is concerned.

15. How do you think your writing has improved over time?

relatively recent past: i have a tendency to overexplain myself, and i think my improvement is clearest when i've stopped doing that and have trusted my words to speak for themselves more. or: i feel like i've gotten more direct in what i'm trying to get at?

longer: what i just said on a larger, way more visible scale, and also i feel like i've done a good job at figuring out what i actually want to write and sticking to that. i've gotten more confident and firm in my characterization, stopped trying to write romance because i thought that was the best way to write characters interacting, let myself stop trying to write non-aveyond fic when for me fic writing is for fun and that's what's most fun for me, etc. also i feel like i've gotten more comfortable with using language in a less than 100% literal way.

16. Do you re-read old fics? Is there a time in your writing you won’t go back to?

i would theoretically read any of my old fics that i haven't outright deleted from existence, but i tend not to read anything i wrote before college. i gotta dig out the external drives for those and it's very rare that feels... worth it...

everything on my ao3 I reread fairly often though dghksdl at the end of the day i am a huge part of my intended audience and it only makes sense i read the fics i wrote partly for myself!

17. What’s the best engagement/interaction/feedback you’ve received from someone who’s read your work?

oh man I cannot pick because I'm genuinely so grateful for everyone who reads my stuff and gives engagement <3 my favorite type of engagement is anything where someone says a favorite part, though, whether that's as general as a scene or as specific as a line of dialogue/writing (also shoutout to xzoni who has written multiple play-by-play comments on my fics)

...actually the best engagement i've ever gotten is that on don't you dare go down, literally like 10 different people responded to it by pointing out one or both of two specific lines and being like "this part was so good/my fave!" the like, unanimous agreement that some of that writing was really good? was such a good feeling and is probably part of why that's the fic i'm proudest of.

18. Do you only write when you’re inspired, or do you try and sit down at specific times and write no matter what?

(grimacing) inspired ... i'm trying to work on that. i've found that when i try to write every day, i do, but my other hobbies fall by the wayside, so i'm trying to make sure i write/draw/game dev at least one day a week and then fill in the rest of the week with whatever i'm inspired to do. good compromise.

20. What’s the greatest gift you’ve gotten from your writing?

oh man not gonna lie this is a little metaphorical for me. on a very literal level, a lot of my fics are essentially gifts for myself - i wanted them to exist & knew i was the only person i could be Certain would make them. and that's really nice! to have content to go back to and appreciate.

and on a broader meaning level, i feel like it's given me a sort of confidence that feels really nice, and has let me engage with some really cool people over the common interest of writing, even across fandoms or original content. it feels really cool to talk to people (such as yourself) about Writing TM and be like, wow, I have this thing in common with really cool people whose work i admire!

...not to say this is a little metaphorical for me and then Keep Talking but actually one more thing on this answer is that i remember being like, 9 years old and reading aveyond fic by these authors in their 20s, who i thought had such detailed and thoughtful characterization, and being like, man! i hope i'm like that when i grow up! ...and now I literally am? I'm 23 years old and writing about those exact same characters and I'm proud of that writing & satisfied in my characterization and headcanons, and honestly i feel like one of the greatest gifts writing has given me is the gift of an incredibly achievable goal that i still had to spend 10+ years getting to and feel really proud of myself for doing so.

#dear mel #this got SO LONG. thank you SO SO MUCH for it #it was a lot of fun to write up and answer!!!!#i love you too <333

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brandwhorestarscream · 10 months

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I hope you're feeling better!

Sorry I just now saw your request for asks and stuff and so I'm really curious: how would you write tfa omega supreme x bummblebee? I love your writing style and thought process and so I'm curious how you would do this?

Ok, I'm gonna preface this with an apology: it's been almost 10 years since I watched TFA, and my memory of Omega Supreme is incredibly fuzzy, and I can count the number of fics I've read about him on onr hand (two. It's literally only two). I can't guarantee this will be in character or even terribly interesting, so 👉👈 please accept my apology beforehand

Having said that, if I was going to dream up an entire love story for them, the general blocking would start with the actual introduction. The discovery by Bumblebee that Omega Supreme is a sentient, sapient mecha like him, tho iirc that's not exactly aligned with canon. I seem to recall Perceptor saying that Omega Supreme was designed with an extremely processor, and Ratchet saying it was because they didn't want him to think too much about the devestation he was going to cause. So idk if he's actually incapable of complex thought, or if there was some sort of inhibitor installed to keep him compliant and unawarem regardless, there will hsve to be some precursor event that kickstarts the entire story and gets him to the point he can actually form complex connections and be capable of falling in love. That's where I'd start, dreaming up the why and how he's able to come into himself

Next block would be the initial contact--he and Bumblebee actually meeting. It's almost a mirror of the typical "large alien meets smol human" that transformers is so fond of, except the large alien is just Omega Supreme who's far too large for earth or Cybertron, and the so-called human companion is Bumblebee. There's mutual confusion and a bit of fear on either side, but they pretty quickly realize neither means the other any harm

Next block would be the arc wherein Omega discovers who he is and what it means to be a person--what smiling is, what true laughter feels like. His first time feeling sad, feeling angry, his first time experiencing everything the world has to offer. His first time seeing natural beauty in the form of a sunrise or a glowing meteor storm in space, his first time seeing the injustices and cruelty that life can so often offer. He forms his own thoughts and opinions, likes and dislikes, his own dreams and desires. He becomes himself, for the very first time, and Bumblebee is there with him through it all. Helping guide him as best he can, a faithful, consistent friendly face giving him encouragement and comfort and advice. Bee is pretty young too, but he's got infinite experience on Omega, and seeing the other go through the rawest experiences of life for the first time is a truly magical blessing.

I don't think either of them would be aware of their feelings, at first. Omega doesn't have the vocabulary to properly articulate this very specific feeling, and he doesn't have any frame of reference for what this is. Of course he's attached to Bumblebee, his first friend and constant companion since his first moments of true consciousness. The little yellow bot has shared all of his meaningful experiences with him thus far, so of course he has warm, fuzzy feelings for him. Even when he hears of what romance is for the first time, he doesn’t think that's what this is. It doesn't feel burning or desperate or needy, this feels... nice. Soft, and warm.

And Bee, he falls in love with him through each of the memories they create, so slowly and tenderly he doesn't even realize the warmth he feels toward his friend has blossomed into something much deeper. Neither of them realize it until they're threatened with separation: maybe Cybertron wants Omega Supreme back, upon realizing he's fully functioning and basically an enormous super soldier they could use to completely exterminate the decepticons. The threat of being torn apart and potentially never seeing each other again is probably the catalyst, tho it's still a delayed reaction. It makes then realize they don't ever want to be apart and being without the other seems intensely wrong, but only in the aftermath when the imminent threat has been dealt with does Bumblebee have an "oh" moment

Idk how their relationship as a whole would go after that, but gimme enough time and I could probably dream smthn up 🤔 anyway, uh, I hope you enjoyed this! Please lmk your thoughts or if there's anything you think we ought to add 💖

#omega supreme #bumblebee #i am in fact not feeling better but im getting discharged from the hospital so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯#OS×BB AU

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averagedeadinsomniac · 2 years

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"𝕴𝖙'𝖘 𝕬 𝕻𝖎𝖗𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖘 𝕷𝖎𝖋𝖊 𝕱𝖔𝖗 𝕸𝖊" | potc! Jack x reader

Chapter- 4| 𝙉𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙬 𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙚

chapter-1||chapter-2||chapter-3||chapter-4

Echo was slapped in cuffs and dragged away while Norrington carted Jack away to a near by wall. Miss sway hurriedly followed after him, "Commodore, I really must protest" "Carefully lieutenant." "Pirate or not, this man saved." She objected with a strict look on her face, stopping in front of him blocking his path. "One good deed does not redeem a person from a lifetime of wickedness." Commodore explained "But to British law, it seems to be enough to condemn him and his partner" Echo interjected leaning to the side a bot gaining the Commodores' attention.

"Indeed"

An officer finished attaching cuffs to Captain Jacks wrists and he let out a sigh of relief. "Finally". In a moments notice, he had his Cains around the girls throat and let out an audible gasp while everyone around flinched noticeable and protectively and came to defense."No, no! Don't shoot!" An older man yelled assuming it was her father. "I knew you'd warm up to me" He whispered to his now body shield. "Commodore Norrington, my effect and my hat. please. And if you don't mind I would like my first mate back" He demanded. Norrington glared and soldiers looks to Echo who had a smirk on her face. "Commodore." A soldier pushed Echo slightly towards Jack as he stood in front protectively. Another handed the duos items to Commodore Norrington.

"Elizabeth... is it Elizabeth?" "It's Miss Swann" The girl growled angrily at the betrayal. "Miss Swann, if you'd be so kind" He gave a look to Commodore and he handed the items to his to be fiancé and kicked Echos to the side where he'd be able to reach it. "Come, come dear. We don't have all day. We have a ship to catch after all." He held a gun to her head and he faced her to him. "Now if you'll be very kind~" She glared at the wicked man who smirked deviously as she fastened his Hollister, sword and hat harshly. "Easy on the goods love" "You're despicable" "Sticks and stones love" He postured. "We saved your life, you save ours. I'd call it square and even." Echo shot smiling . Jack turned Swann around still holding the gun to her. "Gentlemen, my lady~, you will always remember this to be the day you almost caught-"

Captain-

Jack

Sparrow!

And with that he shoved the girl into the group of men causing them to tumble and fall down. The two shot around the corner to where there was a medal petal and rope. He grabbed onto Echos' waist and kicked the petal making the fly up.

The chase was on

He grabbed onto another which made them swing on a crane like structure. Norrington commanded open fire and bullets flew through the air and the two let out a yelp. They landed on a beam and zip lined on another rope by holding onto the other chain. Only by miracle Echos chains were not properly fastened and and snapped on the way down making her tuck and roll with Jack fast after her. They ran trough the town with any and every authority figure on their tails along with their guns. The whole town was now in a panic, the two fugitives on the loose, and yet to be found. But that wasn't the only problem now. He was on the way

Soldiers roamed the streets in search for the criminals, searching every home, INN keep and shop there was. They couldn't get away. The two had hid behind a statue of a black with hammering. Soldiers passed nearby and Echo pointed out a nearby shop and they slipped the shoppe labeled J. Brown| Black Smith. There couldn't be a better place to keep low. Jack sheathed his sword into his belt. They looked around. Just about everything you would expect. A donkey, tools, a wagon and a furnace. But where was the smith? Echo let out a sigh of relief that felt like she's been holding forever now. "That was way too close for comfort" she breathed. Jack passed her and tossed aside his hat and grabbed a hammer and then, something nearby clattered to the ground. Her head shot around and saw a old man sleeping on a barrel. They stepped quietly careful no to wake up. Echo leaned in and tapped his chest waiting for him to wake up but he only shifted and continued to snore. They turned to leave but Jack suddenly turned around a yelled but again he did not wake. "I think its safe to say he won't wake up. Now lets find what to with those."

First is was the hammer,

Then pliers,

But something else caught Echos attention. The Cogs! There were cogs on top of each other that if you were to put the chains within the grooves, they were sure to snap. Now they just had to be moved...

Jack grabbed a hot medal rod that had been laying in coals and then pressed in to the donkey's are startling it forcing it to move. Jack put the chains within the grooves and like that the bindings broke. Before they Gould celebrate their small victory the entrance of the shop began to open and they quickly hid.

#potc #pirates of the caribbean #pirates of the carribean at worlds end #x reader #captain jack sparrow #oc #will turner #pirates #jack sparrow x reader #jack sparrow x you #potc x reader

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elektroblues · 2 years

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hello!! Idk if you've already done sth like this, but your three favorite DM songs (or anything between 3 and 10 :^)) and whhyy?

HELLO!! <3 i'll do top three bc i love talking on here and i have such a hard time articulating how much these songs mean to me so i end up rambling but then i also hate talking so much ahah so

1. Stripped

- i mean this so sincerely but this is one of the best songs ever in any genre i literally never get tired of it. STORY TIME. i was 15 and my most most most fave band at the time was rammstein and on one of my trips to wikipedia i read that the only time till sang full english on a song was for a song called "stripped. then i found out it was a cover (but at this point i knew a few dm songs, didn't think much of them though), but i also could't listen to it then and there bc i was in class lol soooo i just looked up the lyrics and my jaw dropped. at that point i didn't care much abt my music taste but when i read mart's lyrics oughhbgbghg he's just like me fr. and i guess i gotta say it reminded me of "to you" by walt whitman (and i was in my walt whitman phase i fear) so that was a bonus. then on the jeepney ride home i got to listen to it and my jaw fucking dropped. the synths just blew me away!

for a while i just listened to the og and rammstein's cover back-to-back and didn't think to delve much into dm. then about a month after i turned 16, "more than this" by roxy music was my fave song (ALSO A RLLY GOOD SONG) and i found this yt playlist with it and 'stripped" and some other 80s songs. i used to binge those vids every night so that also started my love for 80s music ig. anyway i watched he mv for "stripped" and i went that one guy's kinda cute i guess 🧍‍♀️ AND THEN THE FUCKING. SYNTH PART WITH ALAN'S HUGEASS FACE BEHIND DAVE HAPPENED and i was like ah fuck. anyway that same month i saved my first picture of a dm member, which was alan, and then i hadn't been normal abt them since sjfmsbdjhdej so stripped is the song that started it all! :D

idk i just love it so much ☹ when i go a few months not going insane over dm then come back to this song and the video, i still get butterflies in my stomach it's sick (ok that's probably mostly bc of alan but still shbfjjdhd). but it's also so comforting. i think it's one of those songs where no matter how i'll grow i'll fall in love with it again and again. it's just this song just has so many nice memories attached to it <3 wouldn't know who i'd be if i hadn't heard it

2. The Sun and The Rainfall

- this one just make me really happy i never get tired of it too <3 i listen to it on repeat literally whenever i feel extreme happiness or sadness and no in between. idk idk it's just such a cute little song??#,=,#?' i have a soft spot for it esp since ppl (the very wrong ppl on dm reddit for example SMH) usually dismiss it and abf bc alan wasn't involved but like, it's a great testament to dm's early potential and charm and anyone who dislikes tsar is WRONG AND DOESNT KNOW WHAT LOVE IS. and im gonna be so basic for this but, "you're the one i like best, you retain my interest" is my fave dm lyric 🚶‍♀️ don't tell anyone except the ppl who happen to click read more on this HDNBDNJSKHDDJ

3. The Things You Said

- first time i heard this was also the first time i watched 101. i was sitting outside our house and when i heard the melody i cried PLSDNDBSMDBMDHSJD it was nothing like i've ever heard before fr synth music was making me Emotional those days (me when i lie, it still makes me cry lol) bc before dm i mostly liked listening to rock and whatnot. it rlly was just a nice night, me listening to dm by myself outside. pretty uneventful experiece but i still look back at it fondly. plus the 101 performance —mart's DIVINE vocals, alan on the synth and bg vocals making me insane, THE BISEXUAL LIGHTING— is just UGH. CHEF'S KISS.

i didn't proofread this so 😭😭 also p sure i cried to all of these at one point lmaooooo

#again im so sorry i said i was gonna answer it the same day you sent it but then it started raining here #and rainy weather always makes me not wanna use my phone and just?????????#but i like answering asks this was fun tysm for sending!!#sashayork #💌

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kpostedsum · 3 years

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daddy issues; D.M

summary: you and draco bond over issues in 6th year

word count: 2.4k

warnings: err angst, comfort, illusions to sex

song: daddy issues (the remix) - the neighbourhood

a/n: i tried not to make it stereotypical bc i didn’t wanna make it seem all “i like older men lol”, probably my fav fic i’ve written, also arent these anime gifs so cute

masterlist | taglist

Take you like a drug

I taste you on my tongue

Tongues battling for dominance, bodies rubbing against each other searching for a feeling. It’s become routine now, a different person in your dorm swallowing a new pill, entangling limbs with someone just to feel something.

You ask me what I'm thinking about

I tell you that I'm thinking about

Whatever you're thinking about

Tell me something that I'll forget

And you might have to tell me again

It's crazy what you'll do for a friend

It was a constant cycle, putting yourself out there seeking the male attention you crave, seeking validation, constant reassurance and trusting too easily. That’s how you ended up with a different guy who always in the end leaves. You trusted too easily and people took advantage of how trusting and naive you are just for a quick shag.

You wished it wasn’t like this but that’s all you knew, wanting to be the best version of yourself for someone just to feel needed, no matter if the person was good or bad for you. You didn’t care, you wanted love from anyone you could get it from even if it just hurt you more.

You’re familiar with the absence, something stable made you feel a bit wary. It wasn’t something you were used to. Your father wasn’t the most present in your life, and even though he's there, he's never really there.

Go ahead and cry, little girl

Nobody does it like you do

I know how much it matters to you

I know that you got daddy issues

And if you were my little girl

I'd do whatever I could do

I'd run away and hide with you

I love that she's got daddy issues, and I do too

You always wondered where you went wrong, he preferred your siblings over you and doesn't pay you a piece of his mind. Constantly going out of your way to get his attention whether it was academically or acting a certain way just to get some sort of reaction. But he was too preoccupied with his other children, even if they were from your mom or his affairs.

That’s how you found yourself right now sitting in the astronomy tower past curfew watching the rain fall, trying to clear your head while humming softly to yourself to keep yourself distracted.

You hear distant chattering from below and quickly get up from where you were sitting and make your way to your dorm unnoticed by anyone.

Except one person, Draco Malfoy.

I tried to write your name in the rain

But the rain never came

So I made with the sun

The shade

Always comes at the worst time

He’s seen you before, you’re known around Hogwarts for how you put yourself out there and how ‘desperate’ you are for some affection. He almost feels bad for you, but he’s in no place to judge. With his dad in Azkaban Draco had so much more to worry about, like his task and how he can succeed. But there was something about you that intrigued him that he couldn't ignore.

He saw you again in transfiguration the next day and noticed a few hickeys littering your neck that you had tried to cover but it didn’t work. He wondered why you gave yourself up to so many people, but once again he was in no place to judge. He noticed the way your tongue would stick out when you focused extra hard, the way your hands would tighten around your quill when you got a question wrong and your face.

The same face that many boys including the older years would fawn over, the face that entranced and attracted many, the face of someone who would do anything for someone for some affection and the face of someone who seeked out all the wrong things.

You ask me what I'm thinking about

I tell you that I'm thinking about

Whatever you're thinking about

Tell me something that I'll forget

And you might have to tell me again

It's crazy what you'll do for a friend

You walk out of transfiguration on your way to the owlery to send a letter to your parents and feel eyes watching you everywhere. You like it, the attention, it’s something that you thrived in, but you couldn’t help but feel a new set of eyes on you.

Once you reached the owlery you realized you weren't the only one there, Draco Malfoy was also there sending a letter to who you assumed was his mother.

“y/n, right?” he asked, trying to spark a conversation.

“Yea, listen i’m sorry about what happened with your father i know you really looked up--”

“Dont worry about it, he wasn’t as good an influence as I made him out to be,” he sighed, looking away.

“My dad isn’t the best either if i’m being honest, i guess we’re in the same boat” you let out a light chuckle.

And that’s how you found yourself hanging out with draco malfoy bonding over your shared issues.

Go ahead and cry, little girl

Nobody does it like you do

I know how much it matters to you

I know that you got daddy issues

And if you were my little girl

I'd do whatever I could do

I'd run away and hide with you

I love that she's got daddy issues

It’s been weeks since you two started hanging out since the interaction in the owlery and have been getting closer ever since. You both sat down together in the astronomy tower, backed against the wall as the cool wind blew against your faces. The aura between you two was calm, a comfortable silence.

“So tell me about your dad, how is it with him in Azkaban?” you asked, tilting your head towards him.

“Mother’s not taking it well” he frowned. “I can’t even say potter’s wrong for getting him locked up because he deserves it. All my life he praised the dark lord and taught me to be selfish and always defend my blood, but he was never there for me when I needed him. I would have done everything just to hear ‘i’m proud of you’ but it never came. It’s worse now because mother’s all alone. I wish I could have stayed with her” he sighed looking out the tower watching the stars twinkle.

“I’ve noticed you’ve been much quieter this year as well, you stopped making fun of people. It’s not that nice on the receiving end huh?” you said with a teasing look on your face.

He shook his head at you scooting closer to you, it’s like the demeanor between you two have changed over the past few weeks. You found yourself pining over him rather than being in someone's bed. But this is how the cycle always goes, you get attached and they leave, you couldn’t help but hope this wasn’t the situation this time.

“Tell me about your father”

Daddy stuck around but he wasn't present

Cheated on your mom but she never left him

First I didn't get it, now I understand

He broke her heart, left money in her hand

So everything got paid for

She made sure you and your brother had way more

Than she ever had growing up

And when you told me the whole story I felt like throwing up

“ I don't know if i’d even call him my father at this point, he doesn't want me.” you sighed. “He's been cheating on my mum for years now and she still won't leave him because she thinks they can work it out. He’s had affairs with different pureblood women and has children with them. But what hurts the most is how he treats them as his own children and treats me as if I don't exist” you said, looking down as tears pooled your eyes.

Draco moved closer to you and brought his arm around your shoulders for a sense of comfort and waited for you to catch your breath so you can continue.

“I just want him to love me” you cried. “I go out my way to try and get his attention with my school work but it never works. That's why I get along with so many guys. I seek the validation, the comfort and the reassurance that I can get from him from others and I am so tired of it. I just want him to want me draco.” tears slipping out your eyes as you looked up at him, you’ve never confessed this to anyone before.

“Everyone always leaves, please don't leave me” you cried

“I’m not going anywhere” he turned his face towards you, leaning forward cautiously as if you were made of glass.

You leaned forward, wanting the exact same thing. Both very hesitant he gently pressed his soft lips against yours and they moved together in sequence, only taking a break to go back to his dorm and to breathe, limbs tangled together for the rest of the night until the sun rose.

I can see it on your face it was rough left a bad taste on your tongue

And she didn't even take any drug

She would rain all day

Couldn't wait for her son to shine

And you made it shine

There when she cried, you saved her life

It's been a week since that night in the astronomy tower and draco had already been avoiding you. It’s humiliating, but you should have known. You thought the ‘bond’ you had with him would last, it felt so genuine this time. So real.

You’d see him around the halls snogging pansy on your way back to the ravenclaw tower, lowering your head down so he wouldn’t be able to see you so you could get by quickly and unnoticed.

But he saw you.

He stared you right down in your teary eyes as he made out with pansy. You couldn’t help but feel a sense of betrayal, for someone who promised he wouldn’t leave you like everyone else, he did the exact same.

You did the only thing you knew of, you ran.

I keep on trying to let you go

I'm dying to let you know

How I'm getting on

I didn't cry when you left at first

But now that you're dead it hurts

This time I gotta know

Where did my daddy go?

I'm not entirely here

Half of me has disappeared

Draco followed you to the girls lavatory, hearing your shallow cries coming from one of the stalls. He approached the stall you were in trying not to make too much noise so he doesn't startle you.

He felt awful.

He promised he would never leave you, after you both poured your hearts out to each other but he still left. He had too, he was putting you in danger just by being with him. If Voldemort ever found out about you and hurt you he wouldn't be able to live with himself, that's why he took it upon himself to hurt you first.

“y/n are you in here?” he called out even though he knew the answer.

You recognized that familiar voice anywhere. “What do you want draco?” you said, trying to make it seem as if you weren’t just crying.

“I want to talk to you, please”

“No,” you said getting up and pushing yourself out of the stall. “You don't get to just throw me away after I told you everything and just come back into my life like nothing ever happened. Just go away, that's all you guys are good for” you spat.

“Just listen to me, it was to keep you safe. I didn;t want to but i couldn't bear seeing you hurt” he tried to explain.

“Safe?” you laughed. “ and what exactly do i need saving from, malfoy.”

“From me” he said as he pulled up his sleeve revealing his dark mark to you. Your body instantly tensed, you knew he was having problems and his family was involved with the dark lord but you never knew it was like this.

“Draco i-” you tried to say something but the words were stuck in your throat. He stood there looking at you desperately like he was waiting for you to tell him everything was okay, you wanted to be there for him but you didn’t know what to do. You trusted him with everything but he couldn't trust you with this? You thought the bond you had made would have made him trust you in the slightest, but clearly it's always you who’s more trusting.

“Why didn't you tell me?” you managed to say, your voice hoarse.

“I thought you’d leave me, you were the only good thing i had. Please don't leave me” he begged, salty tears escaping his eyes and running down his cheeks as he looked at you with desperation.

“So you thought pushing me away by snogging pansy was better?” you yelled, as he continued to look at you slightly taken aback by your lashing out.

“You know what, go ahead and cry little boy. You know that your daddy did too, you know what your mama went through. You gotta let it out soon, just let it out” you taunted walking closer to him looking straight into his teary eyes.

“This time I'll be the one that leaves.” and with that you were gone.

Go ahead and cry, little girl

Nobody does it like you do

I know how much it matters to you

I know that you got daddy issues

And if you were my little girl

I'd do whatever I could do

I'd run away and hide with you

I love that she's got daddy issues, and I do too

It’s been months since that night in the girls lavatory, and you missed him. You wanted to visit him in the hospital wing once you heard what happened with Harry Potter, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do so. He left you, and you were tired of always going back to people who just hurt you.

Now here you were at the battle of Hogwarts, standing with everyone while Voldemort and his death eaters stood across from you all.

“Draco, draco come here” you heard narcissa call from across the scene. He looked hesitant, as if he was waiting for someone to stop him but no one did. So he started walking over to his parents.

But you grabbed his hand.

“Stay please” you whispered looking up into his eyes.

He looked back at his parents and back at you like he was contemplating his answer.

“I’ll stay”

If you were my little girl

I'd do whatever I could do

I'd run away and hide with you

I love that she's got daddy issues, and I do too

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tagging fun ppl nd ppl who interacted (so srry if u don’t wanna be tagged)

@hellohellook @astoria-malfcy @justfangirlthingies @sfdlm @falling-loki @notvasi @gwlvr @malfoytookmyheart

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komotionlessqueenmm · 3 years

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One man's trash, is another man's treasure.

(1-4)

Short story # 6

2,355 - Words

Fandom - House of Wax (2005)

Paring - Bo Sinclair X Reader

Summary - The reader finds herself & her 4 month old son stranded in Ambrose. While Bo finds himself enamored with the woman, wanting nothing more than to protect and provide for the two of them.

Warnings - Some dark topics, talk of abusive relationships, eventual blood & death, eventual smut. (I'm not sure what else tbh)

Notes - Italics mean the reader is singing.

Pt. 1 ~ Pt. 2 ~ Pt. 3 ~ Pt. 4

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"No no no." (Y/n) sighed as her jeep sputtered and died, white smoke bellowing from under the hood. "Please don't do this." (Y/n) muttered under her breath, pulling the jeep off to the side of the dirt road, despite her desire to keep driving. "Damn it." She hissed under her breath when it died completely, flipping the four ways on instinctively. The baby fussed tiredly from the backseat, drawing (Y/n) full attention. "It alright my love." (Y/n) cooed before exiting the driver side, sliding onto the back seat, she comforted the infant. "Sh sh sh you're alright baby." She cooed as she brushed his hair away from his face, kissing his little hands. The baby's cries subsided, and he cooed up at his mother. His wide and bright eyes melting her heart, as he peered up at her. Allowing the child to suckle on her finger, (Y/n) used her free hand to check her cellphone, hoping to call triple A. "Of course." She sighed under her breath, tossing her phone into the front seat, after finding it dead. (Y/n) jumped at the sound of someone knocking on the window, looking to find a man standing there smiling at her.

"Oh you startled me." (Y/n) chuckled when she opened the door, leaving her child in his car seat. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to scare ya." He chuckled with embarrassment. "It's alright, no harm done." (Y/n) brushed it off before offering him her hand. "My names (Y/n)." He shook her hand with a smile. "Lester." He then pointed to the jeep. "Car troubles?" He asked as he let go of her hand. "Yeah I'm not sure what happened to it." (Y/n) sighed as she turned her attention to the jeep. "Mind of I take a look?" He tilted he head a little. "Please do." (Y/n) smiled quickly moving to pop the hood. "Where you headed?" Lester asked as he inspected the engine. "Anywhere." (Y/n) leaned her hip against the side of the jeep. "Running from something?" He asked impulsively. "I'm sorry I shouldn't have asked that." Lester quickly stammered. "It's alright..." (Y/n) cleared her throat. "Someone actually, I'm running from someone." She admitted. "I'd appreciate... I'd appreciate it if you'd forget ever meeting me after this." (Y/n) added. "Well a pretty face like yours would be hard to forget, but don't worry your secret is safe with me." Lester smiled, his honesty making (Y/n) smile. "Thank you Lester." Her appreciation making Lester grin. "You're welcome (Y/n), but I'm afraid I cant do much about your jeep." Lester's smile turned to a apologetic frown. "Are you sure?" She frowned a little when he nodded his head. "Well I appreciate you trying." (Y/n) sighed softly. "I could give you a ride into Ambrose, Bo owns the garage he could help you I'm sure of it." Lester suggested. "Oh I'd really appreciate the help!" (Y/n) beamed her excitement making Lester smile.

"Give me one moment." (Y/n) quickly moved to the other side of the car, unbuckling the car seat, she hulled her baby out of the car. "Oh you've got a little one." Lester observed with slight shock. "I hope that's not a problem." (Y/n) bit her bottom lip nervously. "N-no not at all." Lester stammered. "You need me to grab anything?" He asked. "Could you grab the stroller from the back?" She asked. "Sure thing!" Lester moved to grab the stroller while (Y/n) shouldered the diaper bag. "Let me lay a blanket down in the bed of my truck real quick." Lester explained as he carried the stroller to his truck, (Y/n) nodded her head in understanding as she closed up the back of the jeep, locking the doors before she joined Lester at his truck. "There we go." He murmured to himself as he laid the blanket out, laying the stroller on top of it. "Don't want to stain that up." He explained with a smile, (Y/n) smiled then looked to the cab of the truck. "I think I'll have to hold him in the truck huh?" She observed, sitting the car seat in the tailgate to unbuckle the infant. "I'm afraid so." Lester rubbed the back of his neck a little. "Oh let me get that." He moved to grab the now empty car seat. "Oh it locks into place on the stroller." (Y/n) explained pointing to where the car seat went. "Well ain't that convenient." Lester smiled as he latched the car seat into place. "Yeah it's really nice." (Y/n) agreed with a smile.

They rode in a comfortable silence for about ten minutes, before Lester struck up conversation. "So what's the little guys name?" He asked as he glanced towards the baby, quickly casting his gaze back to the road. "He's names Von." (Y/n) smiled as she lovingly stroked the baby's back. "Dose it mean something?" Lester asked with genuine curiosity. "I got it from old Norse, it means hope." She explained. "That's really cool!" Lester beamed excitedly, making (Y/n) chuckle softly. "If you don't might me asking... Where's Von's pa?" Lester asked after a few minutes. "That's who I'm running from..." (Y/n) admitted, finding it easy to confide in him. "He do something?" Lester asked. "When he found out I was pregnant... He tried to kill me." (Y/n) murmured softly, her words making Lester frown. "A neighbor heard the commotion, and he saved me. My ex went to jail, but he has friends in high places, and was able to get released last month." (Y/n) paused for a moment. "I received full custody of Von after my ex was sentenced, and when he got out I took off." She swallowed thickly, subconsciously touching the scar on her mouth from where her ex had slashed her with a knife. "He's a dangerous man, and I'm terrified that he's going to come after me, to finish what he started." (Y/n)'s confession upset Lester, he wasn't upset with her, but with her ex, a man he didn't even know.

"I'm really sorry to hear that." Lester cleared his throat, swallowing the emotional lump that had formed. "We'll be in Ambrose in a minute." He added. "Ah hell." He sighed at the sight ahead. "I forgot this road washed out last month in a storm." Lester explained as he parked the truck, I gotta flip my hubs into four-wheel." Lester explained, as he opened his door. "Oh I don't want to trouble you any more than I already have." (Y/n) reasoned. "Oh it's no trouble, I'm happy to help a pretty lady and her baby." He offered her a friendly smile, before setting to work. After he had finished his work, Lester hopped back into the truck with a grin. "Now hold on, I'm gonna take it slow but it's still gonna be bumpy." He explained as he put the truck into drive. (Y/n) nodded her head in understanding, cradling Von against her chest firmly, in hopes of not disturbing him to much. True to his word Lester took the drive nice and slow, the truck rocking this way and that as the tires rolled over some of the larger rocks. "Here we are." He murmured as they cleared the ruble, and made it to solid ground again. "Welcome to Ambrose (Y/n)." He smiled at her as he drove onto town, parking outside of the gas station. "Wow this place is really cute." (Y/n) hummed as she looked at all of the rustic buildings. "I'll go see if Bo is in." Lester offered as he hopped out of the truck. (Y/n) had nodded her head exiting the truck herself a moment later, her legs desperately needing to stretch. "Hello my sweet." (Y/n) mused at Von, who cooed up at her, a little drool dribbling down his chin.

"Bo's not in." Lester sighed as he exited the station. "He should be back soon though, he doesn't typically leave the garage empty for very long." He explained. "Well I guess I'll have to wait." (Y/n) smiled softly. "I could wait with you." Lester offered. "Oh no it's alright, I've already taken up so much of your time." (Y/n) declined his offer. "I'm sure I'll be alright, like you said he shouldn't be gone long." She reasoned as she subconsciously began bouncing Von gently. "Alright here let me grab the stroller for ya." Lester smiled as he opened the tailgate, grabbing the stroller he attempted to set it up. "The red leaver on the side, push it, then pull the stroller up. It'll lock into place with a click." (Y/n) explained, pointing to the red leaver. "Got it." Lester chuckled softly as he pulled the stroller up, smiling when it clicked into place. "Thank you Lester, for everything. You've been a real help." (Y/n) sat Von into the stroller, strapping him in before she turned her attention to Lester. "Here I've got some spare cash." (Y/n) quickly pulled her wallet from her back pocket, pulling out the thirty dollars she had. "Oh no I can't take that." Lester shook his head. "Please it's the least I can do." She smiled before taking ahold of his hands, placing the money in his palms. "What about your jeep, how are ya gonna pay for that?" Lester voiced his concern. "I've got some prepaid cards, I'll be alright." (Y/n) assured him, smiling when he finally nodded his head in agreement. "Alright... But if ya ain't got enough have Bo call me, I'll help ya out I promise." Lester smiled when (Y/n) nodded her head in agreement. "Thank you again Lester." She shook his hands before releasing him, waving as he hopped into his truck, and drove off.

(Y/n) sat on the curb outside of the gas station for about thirty minutes, gently rocking the stroller back and forth, letting Von sleep peacefully. "Go tell Aunt Rhody, go tell Aunt Rhody, Go tell Aunt Rhody that the old gray goose is dead." (Y/n) sang the old lullaby. "The one she's been saving to make a feather bed. The old gander's weeping, because his wife is dead." She reached up turning on the small battery operated fan she had attached to the stroller for Von. "The goslings are mourning, because their mother's dead. She died in the mill pond from standing on her head." (Y/n) smiled at the sight of birds flying in the distance. "Go tell Aunt Rhody that the old gray goose is dead." She finished the lullaby, softly humming in her throat the last line, drawing out the lullaby a little longer. "You've got a real pretty voice." A man called out softly, his sudden appearance making (Y/n) freeze up momentarily. "Oh thank you." (Y/n) smiled up at the handsome man, rising to her feet as he tossed his cigarette off to the side. "My names Bo, I own this shop." He introduced himself, offering her his hand. "I'm (Y/n)." She smiled shaking his hand. "Is there something I can help you with?" He asked. "My jeep broke down a few miles down the road, I got a ride from a man named Lester into town. He said you'd be able to fix my jeep for me." (Y/n) explained, idly continuing to rock the stroller back and forth. "I'm sure I can." He smiled. "Do you know what's wrong with it?" He asked as he stuffed his hands in his pockets. "I have no clue." She chuckled softly. "Well can you explain what happened?" Bo asked with a small chuckle of his own. "Uh it made this sputtering kinda sound, like it was running out of gas, but the meter said I still had over half a tank. And white smoke started coming out from under the hood, then as soon as I got the car off to the side of the road the engine died." (Y/n) explained to the best of her memory. "When was the last time you put oil in it?" Bo asked with a small tilt of his head. "Last week." (Y/n) replied quickly. "Has it been giving you problems before today?" He asked. "None." (Y/n) shook her head, not having had any issues with her jeep since before today.

"Hm I have to have my brother tow the truck back here, before I can determine what's wrong." Bo explained. "Of course." (Y/n) nodded her head in understanding. "I'll have to call him from the house, my shops phone has been broken for two weeks now. You can come with me if you'd like, give you a chance to relax somewhere a little more comfortable with your little one there." Bo offered as he glanced to the stroller, a friendly smile on his handsome face. "Yeah sure that would be really nice, thank you." (Y/n) smiled as he nodded her head, following Bo to the house on the hill. "What's his name?" Bo asked as he looked into the stroller at the sleeping toddler. "Von." (Y/n) smiled. "I like that name." Bo admitted with a grin of his own. "Thanks it means hope in old Norse." (Y/n) explained. "Well I like it even more then." Bo's smile widened a little when (Y/n) giggled softly, a notable blush painting her cheeks. "You know you and Lester have been some of the nicest people I've met in a while." (Y/n) admitted. "In my experience some of the nicest people are from rural areas like this." Bo mused, his statement making (Y/n) nod her head in agreement. "Yeah it's nice." She hummed with content as they reached the front porch.

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Part one is complete!

Let me know what you think!

Oh and let me know if you wanna be tagged in the next parts!

Love ya!

PS this is the lullaby (Y/n) was singing, its called Go Tell Aunt Rhody.

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rainbowsky · 3 years

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Did DLS Out DD During a DDU Recording and Make Him Cry?

This has been making the rounds on Twitter and YouTube and even Tumblr, for a while now. Fancam footage of DLS making a boyfriend joke and then leaning in to a supposedly upset DD and trying to smooth things over.

This whole thing is based on fancam footage taken during the recording of the DDU 20190825 episode. In this episode dating was being discussed using four beautiful young women, DD and QF along with two handsome young guests as a backdrop.

The subtitles of the fan cam present a scenario where DLS supposedly refers to DD as ‘not needing a girlfriend because he already has a boyfriend’ and then leaning into a supposedly emotional DD and apologizing, trying to calm him down; saying viewers won’t understand what was said.

Let’s take a look at the video:

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The full fan cam footage that this out of context clip was taken from can be found here.

If you watch the episode and the complete fan cam footage, you’ll see that this happened during the segment where they were being asked to comment on various dating scenarios. An announcer would present each scenario in a multiple choice format, asking the women to choose between four options based on the type of guy they’d most like to date. For example:

How would you like the boy you like to invite you for a meal on the weekend?

A] Save your weekend for me. Do not say no.

B] You had breakfast at 7:50 this morning and lunch at 12:30. It’s already 7pm now. You have to eat meals on time. Why don’t I take you out for dinner?

C] I tried to explain my thoughts when I look at you, but I failed. So do you have time for dinner with me this weekend? Let’s talk about it.

D] Get out. Dinner.

My opinion

We should always, always be suspicious of anything that is presented without context. 99.9% of the time, when someone removes context they are doing so to mislead audiences. This clip is a perfect example of that. The video creator appears to have removed important context in order to make the clip better fit the narrative they’re trying to sell.

In this segment of the episode, the hosts and guests were seen commenting on the options as they were being read out. The comments DLS is making appear to be in response to something the announcer has said. I don’t think the comments have anything whatsoever do to with DD.

I also don’t think DD looks even remotely upset. Certainly not near tears. Some fans seem over-eager to claim DD is crying. We’ve all seen DD cry, but it’s exceptionally rare and only happens in very personal situations. This doesn’t qualify. It wouldn’t qualify even if everything the video creator claimed was true. DD would be more likely to get angry than cry in such a situation. He isn’t doing either of these things.

Whoever made this video simply doesn’t ‘get’ DD’s personality at all. The people who buy this are similarly unfamiliar with him.

I invite everyone to use your own eyes and your own judgment. Ignore what’s being claimed, ignore the framing you’ve been given of the scenario by me or the video creator, and instead just watch the clip. Does that look like a man on the verge of tears to you?

Second and third opinions

I asked the indispensable @potteresque-ire and @knivescharade what they thought of the clip. I didn’t tell them anything about my opinion, but simply sent the clip and asked their thoughts - are the subtitles correct, what do you think of the lip reading, etc.

@knivescharade

wow, for this person to put this analysis in i would say that lip reading is a very difficult skill. and to try and lip read someone like DLS, who speaks like a bullet train and doesn't really enunciate SUPER well (unlike Han-ge, for example) ... i would say the interpretation is only very vaguely possible at best.

i know both the cand int fandom have a major something for how WYB keeps swallowing around XZ, but honestly. WYB tends to get throat issues. i think swallowing has become one of his habits at this point. so... in conclusion... there are already lots of major, amazing, and irrefutable candies in the fandom already, let's not bother with such iffy ones :D

he is indeed saying that "this man has a boyfriend", but i cant quite remember which part of the show that was in. i watched that episode, it was something to do with love and having 4 guys paired with 4 girls or something like that, and listening to 'types of guys responses to etc etc' so DLS wasnt saying that WYB has a boyfriend - he was saying that 'this man', the one whose voice was playing in the audio, has a boyfriend.

That tracks with my interpretation of what was happening.

@potteresque-ire

Unless people have learned the dialect, Mandarin speakers cannot understand Cantonese, and vice versa. This is why I don't support or wash auditory candies, especially if it involves someone from Northern China (such as DLS, who is a Beijing native). Their local accents make their Mandarin even more difficult to understand.

This dialect restriction is actually not specific to a me, or other Hong Kongers. Someone whose family is entirely from Northern China would be equally prone to making mistakes if they're asked to lip read southern Chinese.

Lip reading also removes tonal consideration, which makes everything that much more uncertain. Have you heard of the Mr Shi Eats the Lion story? This is why, even if I hear some similarities, I'd hesitate to say X has to be saying ABC. Context is important.

Cantonese speakers are especially picky about tone. Mandarin have 4. We have 6 or 9, depending on who you ask. So... I may be more picky than I should be that way too. And I don't want to spoil anyone's fun 😊

The translation was correct in the sense that it was faithful to the Chinese words in the clip I saw, which replicated what DLS said accurately. But the video itself was from a fancam. Where that fancam happened (and got cut off) was at Q3 at the Q & A segment, starting ~9:34 of the official YouTube clip.

DLS said what he said half way through the voiceover of Option A (very precisely, right after the words "I'm the only one"). Technically speaking, therefore, he wasn't talking about DD.

However, it was also a little strange why DLS said what he said. If you watch that segment, all options have a certain personality attached to them. C was very talkative / pretentious. D was connected to DD because it was blunt and direct. A was the so called "overbearing CEO" personality... which is common in het romance dramas but isn't one that has been connected to the gay stereotype. And so, DLS's timing of saying that ... is curious.

Dd did look a little ... I wouldn't say upset, but tense after DLS said that. Maybe it's because that comment kinda came out of nowhere (because of its curious timing), and so it would be read as hinting at something. But that comment is harmless, wording wise.

Alternate theory

I’ve seen some talk from fans about a different theory for why DLS said what he said. Fans say the announcer for option A was Bian Jiang, the actor who did the voice of LWJ in The Untamed. They say that DLS was making a joke about LWJ not needing a boyfriend because he already has one. That actually makes a lot of sense to me as well, and if that’s really Bian Jiang, then I’d say that’s the most likely explanation for this entire thing.

Conclusion

It’s my firm opinion that DLS was not talking about DD having a boyfriend, nor was DD ‘near tears’ in this clip. Whatever DLS said to DD after that, it almost certainly wouldn’t have been ‘words of comfort to placate an upset DD’.

The Bian Jiang theory fits best, but we don’t need to know why DLS said what he said to be able to conclude he wasn’t talking about DD.

Cute DD candy from this episode

If anyone wants a better candy from this episode, look no further than when he emerges from “door #2″, chosen by one of the women as someone she’d like to date based on the food he’d picked out, and immediately launches into “I want to take a man back to my place and hide him.” A LWJ reference (which DLS and Wang Han clarify with him because they appear baffled by what he just said), but still a tactful, perfect rejection of this woman he’s being paired with. 😅

#bjyx #yizhan #ddu #ttxs #bxg fact checking #ggdd entertainment circle #ggdd signs #Youtube

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peakyblindersxx · 3 years

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whiskey business - john shelby x reader (part 8 of ?)

gif by @thesoldiersminute can i send you a cake or something cause fuCk!!!!!!!!!!! he's beautiful

a/n: to everyone still reading this fic, my sweet angels, ily!! this fic is so near and dear to my heart and @stxdyblr-2k has just done such an amazing job with it i can't even thank her enough. as per the last part, this one is also mostly her, just me editing but i hope you guys love it as much as i did!!! don't worry, there's gonna be a lot more :) and i apologize for being not as active, i'm gonna try to get a couple of requests up that i'm really excited about this week tysm for being patient with me <3

love, abi xxx

read part one two three four five six seven | my masterlist

prompt: ada has some talking to do, and you're not about to deny her.

warnings: fluff, semi-angst, tommy being the cocky mf he is (let's be real, it's only acceptable cause he's so damn fine), john being cute and in love and jesus i am head over heels

tagging: @datewithgianni, @mayaslifeinabox, @deepdonutkid, @springsoulofengland, @lilymurphy03, @operation-spot

You had planned to go to Ada's after work, but she obviously had other ideas. She didn't even bother walking in and asking to speak to you; instead, choosing to bang on the window closest to your desk and yelling at you to "fucking hurry up!" Your boss opened the door for you expectantly, not offering you any protection; he was firmly in the Shelby's ever growing pocket and as long as he could go home to his children, his sickly wife and their six bed in the country, with a full time nurse and nanny, he had no interest in crossing Thomas.

"Ada, I was coming to see you after work, I swear."

"I know. I was going to let you but..." She trailed off. "We need to talk. I don't know what the fuck is going on with you. John said he'd seen you last night and you asked after me."

John had indeed seen you last night. It was strange waking up with him, used to leaving almost immediately after he was finished with you. Your small bed could barely comfortably fit you both, having to intertwine your limbs with John's to not fall off the edge. You had awoken to John pressing a kiss to your forehead before lazily trailing his fingers between your legs, waiting for you to open your eyes before settling between your thighs, tongue swirling around your clit, making you cum before sunrise.

"Do we have to do this in the street?" You practically begged, the shouting having attracted onlookers.

"I wanted to talk to you before anyone else in the family gets to you because I need you to be honest."

"Ada-"

"No, I'm doing you a favour here, so you fucking listen. Right now, between you and I, no bullshit. No tactics. No white lies. You have to tell me exactly what we're dealing with." She looked frantic, scared for some reason.

You nodded, walking her down the side street, careful not to link arms with her. You knew she was doing you a favour; this wasn't about forgiveness or friendship, much more was at stake here.

"To what extent was Thomas involved?"

That took you off guard. Ada read the confusion on your face and sighed impatiently, her subtle plea for you to keep up.

Shit. You remembered your conversation with John, how she thought this was her brother's way of pushing her out of the company.

"Don't spare my feelings. What did my brother say to you?"

"He said it was in our mutual interest that you didn't find out. He didn't care who John slept with but cared who you trusted so I had to trust him. He said there was no point in upsetting you over one of John's conquests who he'd tire of in a month."

"That all?"

"Pretty much, I didn't know Arthur knew. He never talked to me about it, did laugh at Thomas' digs now that I think on it-"

"Did you know Isaiah and Michael knew?"

"I thought they were aware but no one ever talked to me about it."

"Of course they wouldn't." She hissed, frustration causing a nerve on her neck to jump.

Ada and you had spoken for years about the rampant misogyny of her brothers and any men you two came into contact with. Although you were both far more reserved than you used to be as rebellious and adventurous thirteen year olds, you'd both grew increasingly angry at how you were treated. She'd long written off her brothers as womanisers, who saw women as purely sexual and entertaining, objectifying them. You both long despised how they dehumanised women. She was amazed that Thomas had attempted to settle down and managed a somewhat loving marriage, but resented him for his carelessness and need for power which inevitably killed his wife.

"Ada, I just want to say..." You licked your lip nervously, unsure of how to continue.

"You need to talk, Y/N. No bollocks."

"Before last night, he'd never been to mine or called. I always went to him."

The muscle in her jaw tensed.

"You slept with him last night then?" You met her question with silence and she rolled her eyes. "The second he said he saw you I knew you had, he wanted to tell me that he was going to continue seeing you and that he hoped I'd be able to accept it one day."

"We never intended to hurt you. It was meant to be fun at first, but now..." You cut yourself off with a sigh, unable to admit you'd fallen for her brother.

"Isn't fun for me. It's fucking embarrassing." She paused, lighting a cigarette, nervous to offer you one, conflicted within herself. She raised her eyebrow, prompting you to continue, the mannerism so similar to her brother’s.

"It should never have happened. I am never going to be able to fix this, I'm so fucking ashamed for doing this to you, Ada."

She sulked, silently drinking in your words.

"Obviously it's not going to be the same, yeah? I'm really fucking upset. I'm so fucked off with you but Poll's really worried about a coup. She thinks you're being used as blackmail against John to keep him on side with Tommy while he expands."

"Makes sense."

"You're part of a much bigger game, you know?"

You nodded. "Yeah, and I knew I would lose from the start. Fucking tragic, Ada."

"My brothers keep pushing, keep growing the business. They keep chasing this prize but I don't think it even exists."

"If it does, it isn't worth it if this shit is the cost. I didn't mean to play into his hands."

"You couldn't have known." She said with a shrug, " 'Siah thinks John loves you."

"He told me last night." Several times, this morning also. You would never tire of hearing him moan those words into your neck or being yelled from your front door as he left for the office.

"You love him, don't you?" She said bluntly, a statement more than a question, your face suddenly hot with embarrassment.

Everything you'd suppressed for months, everything that you'd hidden, every time you lied smiling, every knowing glance from a stranger, every degrading comment from under Thomas' breath.

"I do, an awful lot."

She pauses, relighting her cigarette, "The worst thing about the entire situation is it could've been fine if someone told me. I wouldn't have loved it, obviously, but-" Ada sighed, rubbing her temple with her free fingers.

"I thought you'd hate me."

"How could I? I'd be more angry that you'd drop your standards for my brother. Seriously? Him? Mate…."

"Come off it, I've always thought he was charming. He's funny, smart-"

"Don't gush over my brother, it's grim. I'm just so fucked off you all lied to me." She peered at you through her cigarette smoke. "If you love him and he loves you..." she pressed her lips together as she tensed her jaw, "I could get over it. If it'd make you both happy. But that's going to take a long time. A long time."

"Ada-"

"Look I have meetings and shit to sort, I have to run." She interjected, checking her wristwatch, adjusting the cap which sat atop her trendy short haircut. You caught her arm before she could turn away.

"Thank you. For understanding."

She shrugged you off, "I don't get it, I'd never do that to you. But you also don't get to choose who you're attracted to. I'm really hurt, but I do love you and John a lot. He mentioned that after last night you helped him, got him cleaned up. I have to believe that you both do love each other. So I have to believe that this is a good idea for you both and not stand in your way."

"I love you, Ada. Can we hang out soon, just us two?"

She shook her head. "I need some time, I'll be in touch, yeah?"

You nod, stretching out your pinky finger. She sighed and linked it with hers, as you'd done since you were children, a silent signal to each other after a fight that you still had the other's back.

"Right, I've got to get back to this meeting, Tom is getting done by Polly for nearly getting John killed. I need to be there in case one of the lads needs patching up."

"Your aunt has a nasty left hook, I'll give her that."

"She'll be pleased you think so, she wanted Tommy to slice you to bits for crossing me."

"Fuck’s sake, thanks for the warning, I'll keep my head down. Good luck with the meeting."

Ada nodded and you watched her walk away, a Blinder suddenly appearing by her side seemingly from nowhere. This city was crawling with them. They clambered into Ada's car as you watched the car disappear into the distance before walking back to work. Thankfully, with your head still attached to your shoulders.

*******

Ada arrived at Thomas' estate, following the swell of shouting voices to his exquisite library. It was eye roll worthy and typical Tommy to choose the location of his post-fuckup debrief to be where he had the best view of the gardens, river and rolling hills. She could bet he'd sit in a corner and stare at the view, zoning out their aunt's lecture.

An armed blinder she vaguely recognised opened the door. Thomas was making a statement today with the armed guards, she noted. Her brothers really were fucked up. Arthur was an alcoholic killer who couldn't understand that Thomas would betray them all eventually, Finn was letting the tokyo and the razor chasers that circled him distract him from keeping the family together, John was apparently in love with her best friend, and finally, Thomas nearly got Arthur and John murdered last night with his foolishness. At this point only herself and Polly were holding everyone together, keeping everything silently moving along.

The door opened, and she was the last to arrive, Polly glaring as she murmured an apology, standing next to Finn. His eyes were bloodshot, grey-purple smudges under his eyes, he'd obviously had a heavy night. The last thing the poor lad needed was Polly's shrill yelling and the blinding sun streaming through the large immaculately crafted windows, which he'd tried to block with the brim of his cap. John caught her eye, acknowledging his sister with a nod, which she returned with a small tight smile.

Ada couldn't bear to think about the reasoning behind her brother's smug interjections in between Polly's rant to Thomas who was listening wordlessly, smoking.

Y/N and John? It didn't make sense. They had a similar sense of humour, sure, but she was far too intelligent for him. He also had a swarm of children, while Y/N preferred a wild night out only staggering home at daybreak.

It made far more sense for Y/N to end up with Michael, or if it had to be a brother, Finn. They were younger, so had less responsibilities and commitments so they could keep up with her. But John? Of course she knew he was believed to be the Casanova of her brothers, he was kind, he was an excellent father, yet he could never keep anyone around long, usually John was chasing someone new after a month or so. That's why the revelation that John had been involved with her best friend for almost half a year had taken her completely by surprise. Maybe that was why she was open to them being together. That had to be it. This relationship was completely out of character for John; she needed to believe that he was serious about his feelings towards Y/N and wasn't going to fuck her over. Because if he did, John would be a dead man.

"I don't know why you're all bleating at me. Yeah, I overlooked some details in the planning of last night's meeting-"

"Such as warning us that they were really fucked off because you'd helped bomb their warehouse." John pointed out.

"What do you want me to do? Apologise? Grow up, John." Tommy snapped back.

"They had loaded guns against their heads, they deserve an apology." Ada interjected, John giving her an appreciative flash of smile. She did love her big brother. Despite the fact that she'd pretty much only been yelling at him for the past month, John never dismissed her feelings and only apologised. It was confusing to admit to herself, but when Isaiah told her that he was confident John loved Y/N, she felt a wave of relief. At least he cared about her; it was the bare minimum but the Shelbys were notorious for not even meeting the bare minimum for acceptable social interactions.

"They didn't fuckin’ get shot." Thomas stated, his voice matter of fact and condescending.

"Do you ever hear yourself speak?" Polly spit back at him. "They didn't get shot this time. But it was too fucking close."

"It won't happen again, Polly." Tommy sighed. "What else can I say? Sorry lads, take the weekend off?"

"It's a good start." Arthur countered, "You're also paying for the extension on my house and my wedding."

"Fuck’s sake Arthur I was joking. But fine. Sure."

"You can't buy your family off." Polly scoffed at him.

"Think of it as compensation, a settlement." Thomas coolly corrected his aunt. "What do you want, John? A fucking farm?"

John hesitates while Finn whispered suggestions to him, Ada meeting his stare, John raising a brow to her in question. She sighed and nodded her approval.

"You can pay off my mortgage Tom, give me the kids' birthdays off-"

"So you'd never come into work then?" Finn cut in, Ada elbowing him in the ribs. She usually enjoyed Finn's remarks but she knew where John was heading; she could barely breathe.

"Tom, you're also to leave Y/N completely alone. If you have a problem with her, you come to me about it." He said firmly.

Arthur and Tommy traded knowing looks, obviously more aware of the ins and outs of his relationship than Ada was.

"Also if you're paying for Arthur's wedding I want the equivalent in cash." He adds.

Tommy shrugged. "Whatever. As long as we can move past last night and focus on today's order of business."

John nodded, satisfied. He knew Tom wouldn't care, but just saying out loud that he was involved with Y/N and having his family aware was a relief. He hadn't realised until he finally admitted how stressful keeping his relationship a secret was. Now, he could stop worrying about Tommy interfering.

Polly rolled her eyes, lecturing the brothers on their lack of moral backbone to allow themselves to be bought off, but dismissed them. She caught Ada's arm in hers on their way out, pulling her far from earshot.

"So Y/N and John are together now?" She asked, her face firm and scowling.

"Polls, I talked with her, she's aware of what she's done. She apologised and meant it. What more can I ask for?"

"Her not to have fucked him in the first place."

"She said that. Look, Polls, they're happy right? John seems happy-"

"He always is when he gets a leg over."

"You know she looked after him last night? Fixed him up after the meeting."

"Meeting? It was a fucking set up." Polly hissed but her face had softened. "She cleaned him up?"

"Antiseptic, bandages and all."

Polly looked subtly impressed, although she'd never admit it. "He went to hers? Not yours?"

"He wanted to talk to her." Ada shrugs, "I saw her this morning and-"

"What do you mean? You bumped into her?"

"I went to her work." Ada admitted, her aunt shooting her an exasperated glare.

"Why do I bother? Nobody listens to me."

"I had to talk to her, I'm glad I did. She reckons she loves him, he told her last night that he loves her, so..."

"We are talking about John? Our John?"

"I know Polls, I'm as amazed as you."

Her aunt huffed, unimpressed. "Are you okay with it though?"

"I guess, I just want them to be happy. I've told them to give me time with it."

"She was a good friend growing up, but people change, sometimes for the better, often for the worse."

"Poll, it's Y/N; she's my best friend. At the end of the day, we'd do anything for each other."

"Sweet Ada, you're going to be so miserable if you keep letting people walk all over you." Polly said wisely, kissing her goodbye affectionately. "I hope you're right. If she makes you cry again I'll kill her myself."

"Thanks, Polls."

She knew her aunt wasn't joking.

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