#I’m only doing this so I don’t info dump my friends again

[thatwritergirlsblog]

10 worst ways to start a book

1. An irrelevant point of view

It's extremely frustrating as a reader to read the opening scene of a novel, get invested in the story and start rooting for the POV character, only to have that character never show up again or show up as an unimportant character.

Your readers will feel betrayed. Why did they get emotionally invested in this character? Why did they care?

One of the most important functions of your first scene or chapter is introducing your main character and getting the reader to root for them.

Don’t waste that crucial moment on an unimportant POV.

2. Too many characters

Starting to read a new book is usually a bit confusing. You have to get to know new characters, a new world, a new writing style etc.

Don’t add to that confusion by introducing two dozen characters in the opening scene. Readers won’t remember their names or care about them; they’ll just feel overwhelmed and confused.

Additionally, readers will also struggle to root for the main character, because there are too many other people crowding the scene.

3. Telling

My name is Lisa. I’m a short, feisty brunette who loves horse riding. I have two best friends called Anna and Daniel, and we carpool to college every day. I have a crush on Josh, one of my tutors, but he’s twenty-seven and isn’t interested in me.

Telling is boring. It has its place, but the start of your novel is not it. The above paragraph could have been an interesting scene in which you showed the reader all the information via action and dialogue.

Unless you’re using subversion to surprise the reader, e.g., My name is Lisa and I’m a class-three demon, don’t start with telling. 

Immerse the reader in the story through action, dialogue and the senses. Show us who the main character is, don’t just tell us.

4. Description

Please don’t start your book with a page-long description of the setting. In fact, I would recommend not starting with description at all. 

Yes, a few lines of description later in the opening scene is fine. But the reader needs to care first. 

No matter how beautiful your writing is, readers won’t be sucked in by a five-paragraph description of a field.

5. Worldbuilding info dump

Please don’t start your book with an explanation of your world’s climate, politics, history, magic system etc. 

Once again, the reader needs to care first. 

There needs to be action and conflict and a compelling plot. The world exists as a backdrop for the story and the characters – it’s not the protagonist and it shouldn’t take up the opening scene.

6. The dream sequence

The main reason that this is a bad way to start your book is that it’s been done way too many times.

But that’s not the only reason.

It also feels like a betrayal to the reader, because they got invested in the story and the character and the events, and then you tell them it was never real.

And oftentimes the storyline and world of the dream is much more interesting than the actual story, which makes the latter look very boring in comparison.

7. Looking in a mirror

Once again, it’s just been done too much: A character looking in a mirror and describing their physical appearance to the reader. 

Firstly, no one describes their appearance in detail when they look in the mirror.

Secondly, the reader doesn’t even know who this person is. We don’t know if we’re interested in the character yet. We don’t know why we should care. So, we don’t want a detailed description of the character’s appearance right off the bat.

Show us interesting aspects of your main character’s personality, hobbies and life. Weave in physical description as it becomes relevant. It’s not important enough for the very first paragraph.

8. Starting way too early

Yes, most books don’t start with the inciting incident (although I recommend that they do), but the start of your book shouldn’t be too far away from your inciting incident.

So, don’t start with a long scene describing the main character’s everyday life. The readers want the thing to happen.

Providing context and introducing the main character is fine, but don’t leave the reader hanging for too long before you get to the good stuff.

9. Trying too hard

“Your first line has to be amazing and hook the reader. It needs to be something no one has ever read before.”

I bet you’ve heard that piece of advice hundreds of times. It’s not bad advice, but taken to the extreme, it creates an opening that is disjointed, conflated and confusing.

Your first scene should introduce your character, story and voice. So, don’t write a single line of profound purple prose that has very little to do with your actual story as a first line.

Focus on writing a good story. Introduce the reader to the book and make the main character intriguing. You don’t need a mind-blowing first line.

10. The lesson

Most books have a theme or something the author wants to say. Oftentimes, that takes the form of a life lesson.

This is good, but the lesson needs to be subtly woven into the story.

It should not be forced down the reader’s throat in the very first scene.

Don’t tell me what I’m going to learn, show me the lesson through the story.

If you’d like to read a Fantasy Adventure novel that does not have any of these opening mistakes, check out my debut To Wear A Crown.

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[lurkingshan]

Step by Step Episode 11 (OF DOOM)

Warning: I really, really did not like this episode. If you’re trying to keep positive vibes you should scroll on by, friends! 

Welp. I told a few friends last week that my biggest disappointment would be if, after missing the mark on the emotional payoff of the slow burn and speed running the relationship, the show chose to break them up and do a time jump rather than staying with them in the present time and working through the conflicts they set up. And here we are! I wish I’d been wrong about where this was heading. Shouts to @waitmyturtles and @neuroticbookworm for holding me down while this show fell apart on me, I’ve been all in a tizzy about it, because I really loved it for awhile there.

This episode, yet again, felt like a disjointed mess. After last week’s cliffhanger, the idea of Pat resigning to get away from the predatory office gossip fell away within a few quick scenes. Instead the tension disappeared as the plot brought them into a bubble with only their most supportive colleagues and we swerved into a retread of the Put nonsense and a new plot about Jeng and Pat fighting to save the digital marketing team via the power of Put’s quasi-celebrity and Instagram likes. Or something. I honestly couldn’t tell you the details of what they were trying to accomplish, I was too distracted by my incredulity to pay close attention to this very sudden fake problem that they were obviously going to conquer (that, my friends, is what we call conflict with no stakes). Meanwhile, the show suddenly wants me to care about Jaab and Jen again - enough to devote a big portion of the penultimate episode’s runtime to them, what a choice - after doing fuck all with that plot for six weeks. It’s a no from me. 

It doesn’t matter anyway, because soon enough we’re time skipping again! After resolving the work challenge subplot we speed past another three months of Pat and Jeng’s relationship without addressing any of their issues, and I guess I’m supposed to be at peace with being a full nine months into their relationship with no onscreen emotional advancement? But I gotta be honest, y’all. I am not. You just don’t do this with a slow burn romance narrative. You can’t spend 80% of your runtime building to something that you have no intention of paying off, and no amount of thinking about what else this show is trying to say is going to convince me they did proper justice to the relationship. I already broke down why I didn’t think the episode 10 culmination got us there, and nothing that happened in this episode changed my opinion.

And all of this is leading to yet another time jump - two entire years this time - after the big reveal that Jeng doesn’t believe in Pat at all and literally bought his success, Evil Daddy knew it all along and waited for a choice moment to deploy the info for maximum damage while twirling his villain mustache, and Pat is finally quitting for real and dumping Jeng for good measure.

And ya know what? GOOD FOR PAT. I was completely on his side in this decision. If there’s one bright spot in this episode (other than Chot, always Chot) it’s Pat getting himself together enough to realize he deserves better than the bullshit he’s been getting from Put and Jeng and walking on out. So Jeng and Pat are now broken up, but I never got invested in their relationship in the first place, because we barely saw it, let alone got the chance to live in and feel it. I wasn’t even upset while watching this breakup scene - it left me emotionally indifferent. Which is maybe the worst thing I can say about a dramatic climax in a story.

I guess next week we’ll meet Jeng and Pat again two years in the future and get some kind of happy ending. I’m gonna stick around for the finale and cross my fingers that we get all the epilogue fluff we have definitely earned, but sadly, this show has lost me.

#step by step #thai bl #shan shouts into the void

[gaybananabread]

⁠✧.*Are You Listening?*⁠.⁠✧

~Ehehehe the brain maggots won and I can’t say I’m upset by it (＾⩌＾). I’ve binged this show enough times to be put into all kinds of moods by these men, so I might as well write out my feelings. This is set right after S1 Ep. 7, so if you haven’t watched up to there, expect some spoilers! For anyone else who has pirate-based thought goblins, I hope you Enjoy!~

Lee: Edward

Ler: Stede

Summary: Stede goes on a small rant about what happened on their latest adventure, though Edward isn’t fully listening. When he notices this, he calls the man out, but is met with a rather fascinating reaction.

Warnings: mild Our Flag Means Death spoilers! This is a tickle fic, so if you don’t like that, scroll away!!

Bobbing with the current, the Revenge drifted peacefully through the sea. Most of the crew was on-deck, chatting and messing around in their moment of peace. However, in the captain’s quarters, two men relaxed, one info-dumping while the other thumbed through random numbers of Stede’s vast collection of novels.

“And did you see that bird’s nest? They had to be Snowy Plovers, no question. Oh, I wish Lucius had brought his sketching journal.”  Stede sighed dreamily, slowly pacing around the room as he spoke. 

Ed hummed, not looking up from the copy of Hansel and Grettle. Stede had allowed him to browse whatever he wanted in the library, though he rarely read anything cover-to-cover. The blonde man continued, not yet noticing his companion’s lack of attention.

“There were so many interesting creatures on that island! I mean, the orange was the real treasure in it all, but I do so enjoy exploring nature when we travel.” Turning on his heel, he spun to face the bearded man once again. “What do you think, Ed?” 

“Uh-huh, yeah. Good, uh, land and shit,” Edward half-heartedly replied, flipping a few more pages into the book. That’s when Stede finally noticed that he wasn’t really listening.

“Edward!” The pirate jolted, shutting the book and actually meeting Stede’s eyes. “You weren’t even listening to me, were you?” Stede huffed, crossing his arms with an almost adorable pout.

“Uh…kinda? I mean, I heard the bit about the birds…” Ed mumbled most of his response, looking away. Yeah, he’d only heard a few words of the other man’s spiel. “Fuckin’, uh…book was distracting.”

With a huff, Stede sat down beside him, picking up the book. “I’m glad you’re interested in literature, but I was talking. It’s a bit rude to ignore people, isn’t it?” While he was a bit annoyed, Stede’s tone was a joking one. He even poked the man’s ribs in a playful manner, though he hadn’t expected Ed’s flinch.

“Damn, did I hurt you?” Stede sounded worried, a profanity even slipping in. He was more panicked than a normal friend should’ve been, though neither commented on it. 

“No, didn’t hurt. Takes more than a fuckin’ finger to hurt me.” Ed swatted Stede’s hand away, his beard hiding the very slight blush on his cheeks. He hadn’t felt a touch like that since…well, it’d certainly been a while. “Just felt…I dunno, fuckin’ weird.” 

“Weird?” Stede spoke softly, his worry melding into confusion. What could possibly feel weird to Blackbeard? He’d only lightly poked the man, and his ribs aren’t…oh. Oh. It took everything Stede had to keep a straight face as he said his next words.

“Might your ribs be a bit sensitive, Ed?” 

Edward nearly did a double-take at the words and his tone, snapping his head in the other man’s direction. “Sensitive? I’m…I’m fuckin’ Blackbeard. Sensitivity doesn’t apply to me.”

Stede rolled his eyes. Yeah right… Stifling a smirk, the blonde slowly slid his hand towards Ed’s side. Before he could do anything, though, a rough hand snatched his wrist. Edward’s eyes met his, full of some unreadable emotion.

“Don’t. Don’t you fuckin’ dare, Bonnet.” His tone was gruff and dark, though the emotion in his eyes gained some depth. It was almost…giddy? The word felt foreign when describing Ed, though it fit to a tee.

“Hmmm…I think I fucking do.” Using his other hand, he squeezed Edward’s side. The feeling was such a shock that a damned giggle left the dread pirate’s mouth, his arms moving to clamp to his sides.

That sound made Stede’s stomach fill with a strange fluttering feeling—one he often felt around Edward. He decided to pursue it, scooting closer and wiggling his fingers into Ed’s stomach. 

The feeling wasn’t that intense through his layers of clothing, but it definitely still tickled. Biting his lip, Ed squirmed, trying to shove at Stede’s hands while still protecting himself. It should be noted, however, that he didn’t put up much of a real fight.

“My, Edward. I think someone’s a bit ticklish…” Stede chuckled, trying to slip his fingers under Ed’s arms. He’d had a small taste of the other man’s laughter, and had become hooked, He had to hear more. “I think it’d feel a bit nicer if you let out that laughter, Ed. Don’t you?”

When the eccentric man managed to wedge his fingers up to Ed’s ribs, the pirate knew he was done for. The dam broke, surprisingly bright giggles filling the quarters. They were still gruff, of course—still, the happy air was hard to ignore. 

“Oh dear. I think someone’s got a case of the giggles~” Stede cooed, one hand wiggling on the man’s ribs as the other poked and spidered on his belly. Was he pushing his luck? Oh, absolutely. It was, however, well worth it to see Ed’s silly smile.

 “F-fuhuhuck- Stehehede! Fuhuck ohohoff!” Twisting and wriggling around, Ed hid his face in his shoulder. The bearded man’s heavy boots skidded on the wooden floor, leaving small scuffs. Stede would deal with that later.

The feeling was…well, it wasn’t awful for Edward. He would never let the crew see him like that, of course; he had a reputation to maintain. With Stede, however, it felt nice to laugh. To let a few of his walls down without the fear of the mental rubble coming back to crush him. He wasn’t going to admit any of that, but it was true: his blush, however, was a different story.

“Well, I would, but I think I can see some pink underneath that salt and pepper of yours. Are you blushing, Eddy?” Stede used a slight nickname, his tone incredibly playful and teasing. He was determined to keep Ed giggling for as long as possible. 

“Screhehew youhu!” Edward tried arching his back, but that only freed his ribs up more. Slipping his fingers beneath Ed’s leather, Stede wiggled his fingers against the thinner fabric of his undershirt. That got quite the reaction.

“GRK- FAHAHAHAHA! FUHUHUCK YOUHUHUHU!” Ed’s bright giggles ramped up to loud, raucous laughter. A few snorts worked their way in, making Stede’s heart melt. Oh, how he loved that sound…

“I must say, this is a fine symphony. I’m loving all the onomatopoeias, and your laugh is so melodic!” Wanting to be a bit more mean, Stede hummed a lovely tune by Bach, pretending that his fellow seamen’s ribs and belly were piano keys. “I just love tickling the ivories, don’t you?”

The bearded man couldn’t respond, too lost in laughter to form a coherent sentence. While it was nice to laugh his cares away, he was starting to wear out. His throat was drying up, and his sides were starting to ache. He patted Stede’s wrist, managing to speak through his amusing cackles. “S-STAHAHAP! STEHEHEDE!”

Immediately, Stede pulled away, sensing Ed’s weariness. He didn’t want to push too much. “Goodness, Ed, I-I’m sorry. I got a bit carried away. Are you alright?”

Closing his eyes, Edward took a few deep and giggly breaths. He was certainly tired, but not to an uncomfortable degree. “Qu-quit worryin’... Takes mohore than a little laugh to knohock Blackbeard down.” The red hue on his cheeks slowly subsided, his giggles drying up. Ed recovered pretty quickly.

“Good, good,” Stede sighed, smiling softly. Finally noticing that his hands were still on Edward, he scooted away, blushing. Ed cut him off before he could make a fool of himself. 

“Ya know, it’s been a while since anyone’s had the balls to do somethin’ like that to me. Good on ya, Stede.” He clapped the blonde on the shoulder, though didn’t let go after. Instead, he flipped their positions, swiftly pinning Stede to the couch and nearly straddling him.

Ed made quick work of Stede’s resistance, even though there was hardly any to deal with. “There’s a reason for that, though. Wanna guess why?” He pinned the flamboyant man’s arms above his head without any hesitation. Stede couldn’t help the squeaky giggles that bubbled out of him, already squirming. He shook his head. Edward leaned down and whispered in his ear, scraggly beard hair tickling the poor man’s neck. He was in for a long evening...

“I always get my revenge~”

#ofmd tickle #lee!edward #ler!stede #ticklish!edward #sfw tickling community #tickle #tickle fic #our flag means death tickle #lee!ed #lee!blackbeard #our flag means death #ofmd edward teach #ofmd stede bonnet

[once-upon-an-imagine]

Sweet Child O’ Mine - Eddie Munson

A/N: aaahhh it looks like I’m on a roll for some reason xD I just wanna say that I loved this request however... I really tried to understand D&D but I honestly couldn’t, I did my mest and I just grabbed a few info from the internet insead so please don’t hate me :) 

Request - lunamadhatter99 asked: Oohhhh you're the sweetest of them all, I swear!❤️❤️ My request is basically Eddie x shy!Reader (yeah.. I love the thrope😅), the reader is friends with the gang (is the same age as Nancy, so is still in school and all that you know) and it's all set when they're looking for Eddie and when they finds him the reader is sorted to "guard him" You know, make sure he's not wandering around. And like Eddie tries to tease her to ease the tension and at some point he finds out she'd  like to play DnD but too scared to even approach the group and... yeah.. too specific? Thank you for letting me send a request hun❤️❤️❤️ 

Warnings: spoilers for S4E2&3; also my very bad attempt at writing for a reader that plays D&D once again, I apologize; reader wears glasses (mentioned a couple of times) and she had a stuttered when a kid and still does when nervous; I think that’s it :)

Disclaimer: I don’t own Stranger Things :D gif isn’t mine :) 

Your name: submit What is this?

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Sweet Child O’ Mine

She's got a smile that it seems to me Reminds me of childhood memories Where everything was as fresh as the bright blue sky

“Okay. Well, that's settled. I guess he's not here-” Steve started but got interrupted.

“Eddie!” Dustin yelled, banging on the door. “It's Dustin!”

“Dustin, we’re kind of try to keep a low profile here” you reminded him.

Once again, you were tangled up in this mess. The things from the Upside Down were back. You were still unsure how you got tangled up in all this, really. It was just the wrong place at the wrong time. When you found your neighbor, Dustin Henderson, and his friend, Steve Harrington, haunting demo-dogs. Whatever the hell they were. You were still unsure. But ever since then you became part of the group. Want it or not. You knew some of them, like Jonathan. And you knew Dustin and his friends since you sometimes used to babysit for Mrs. Henderson. Although you had to admit, it gave you a really cool friend, like Steve Harrington, which is something you couldn’t think possible in a million years since he was a jerk in high school. And with Steve came Robin, who was even cooler so… things were pretty good. But this was way out of your league.

Now, here you were once again, looking for Eddie Munson, the lead of Hellfire Club because he was being accused of killing Chrissy Cunningham. You knew Chrissy, she was one of the kindest people in the school. And as horrible as what happened to her was, you knew for a fact that Eddie had nothing to do with it. Not only because you all knew this whole Upside Down thing a little too well. But because you knew Eddie. Kind of. He was one of the only people at school to be nice to you. He may have a very outspoken personality, but deep down, you were sure he was just a big teddy bear. Or you would like to believe that due to the very few interactions you had with him. And the fact that you might have a crush on him had nothing to do with it. Or so you told yourself.

“Look, we just wanna talk, okay? No cops, I swear. We just wanna help” Dustin tried.

“Yeah, that sounds convincing” Steve rolled his eyes.

“Fine, why don’t we split and look for him?” Robin asked. “We can go this way, and you can go that way” she suggested.

Max, Robin, and Dustin went the other way as you and Steve decided to go over to what looked like an abandoned boathouse.

“Jesus, what a dump” Steve complained as we looked around.

“Yeah, I really doubt that a drug dealer’s priority right now is to keep his boathouse clean” you said as he started poking the boat in the middle with an oar. “What are you doing?“

“He might be in here” he explained as if it was obvious.

“So take the tarp off” you suggested.

“If you're so brave, you take the tarp off!”

“Well, what are you going to do? Get him with your oar?”

“You know, I know you think you're being funny, but considering everyone in this room has nearly died a hundred times, personally, I don't find it funny in the slight-”

Steve was suddenly cut off by a loud scream and Eddie jumping from underneath the tarp, pushing him against the wall, with a broken bottle on his neck.

“Wait! Wait! Wait! Wait! Wait!”

“Holy shit!” you muttered, walking slowly closer to them. “Whoa, whoa, Eddie!” you tried to get his attention. “Eddie, stop” you said, getting him to look at you, but he still had the broken glass against Steve’s throat. You felt your heart beating faster than you ever had before. He looked terrified. “Eddie, please, just listen to me” you tried. “I’m (Y/N). You know me from school” you continued. “We have some classes together. Y-you have helped me in Math sometimes a-and you borrowed my pencil in English, and one time you said that my notebook was cool because it had doodles of characters of The Lord Of The Rings, do you remember that?” you started thinking of anything that might get him to trust you and not hurt Steve. But at the same time, you felt a little embarrassed that these were very big moments in your life and he might not even remember them. “W-we just want to help you” you said, nervously. “This is S-Steve” you said, with your hands still up in surrender to let him know you had no intention of hurting him. “He’s not going to hurt you and neither am I” you stuttered.

“Right. Yeah” Steve managed to say.

“Steve, why don't you drop the oar?” you said, and Steve widened his eyes at you.

“I don’t think-”

“STEVE!” you snapped and he quickly dropped it.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, still not letting go of Steve.

“We're looking for you” you told him. “We're here to help” you told him. “We’re here with Dustin, you know him. He’s in your Hellfire Club” you suggested and he started lowering the bottle just a little.

“Henderson’s here?”

“Yes” you and Steve said at the same time. Eddie was about to let his guard down but pointed the broken glass at Steve’s neck again when he heard a noise coming from outside.

“Eddie!” you heard Dustin’s voice coming in. “Holy shit! Eddie, I’m so glad you’re fine! Eddie, we’re here to help you!” he said, getting closer to you. “These are my friends. You know Robin, from band. This is my friend Max. The one who never wants to play D&D. And you know (Y/N)! I know you do because you always know where she seats at lunch” he said, making you feel your cheeks burning a little. “Eddie. We're on your side. I swear on my mother. Right, guys?”

“Yes. Yes. We swear” Max and Steve said at the same time.

“On Dustin's mother” Robin added.

“Yeah, Dustin's… Dustin's mother” Max mumbled.

Everyone was too afraid to move at this point, not knowing if Eddie would believe you. But he locked eyes with you for barely a minute before he started lowering the bottle and let Steve go. Eddie sat down on the edge of the boat and looked down. He seemed terrified and… defeated. Dustin started to walk closer to him and you followed his lead.

“Eddie” you said softly and he turned to look at you. He had tears in his eyes and you felt your heart breaking. “We just want to talk. Okay?”

“We want to know what happened” Dustin said.

“A-and we want to help you” you added.

“You won't believe me” Eddie said in a low tone.

“Try us” Max tells him.

You noticed Eddie’s hand shaking and you remembered how scared the first time you saw the demo-dogs you were. Whatever Eddie had seen must have been horrible. You had seen the horrible things that these creatures did. You had seen Billy Hargrove die last summer. He wasn’t someone that you were fond of but still, seeing him die the way he did, changed you forever. So you gained all the courage you had in you and you held Eddie’s hand. He looked at you with his deep brown eyes and a few tears escaped his eyes. He then started telling us his whole story. Starting when Chrissy came over to him to buy drugs. How he brought her back to his trailer because she wanted something stronger. And how she died right in front of him. The way he described it made your skin crawled. It sounded even worse than any of you had seen before.

“Her body just, like… lifted up into the air, and uh-” he said, with his voice breaking a little. “And she just, like… hung there” he continued. “In the air. And…” he stopped, taking a deep breath. “And her bones… Uh, she… Her bones started to snap” he said, crying. “And her eyes, man. It… It was like there was something, like, inside her head, pulling” he said, closing his eyes. “I… I didn't know what to do, so I… I ran away” he finished. He then turned to look at all of us with silent tears running down his cheeks. “You all think I'm crazy, right?

“No” Dustin assured him. “We don't think you're crazy” he said.

“Don't bullshit me, man! I know how this sounds” Eddie said, getting up and letting go of you.

“Eddie, we're not bullshitting you” Max tried to convince him.

“We believe you” you said, getting up and looking between everyone in the room. Steve and Dustin nodding at you. “Look, what we’re about to tell you might be a little… difficult to take” you said and he turned to look at you.

“Okay” he said, confused.

“You know how people say Hawkins is… cursed?” Dustin started and Eddie nodded hesitantly. “They're not… way off” he continued. “There's another world… A world hidden beneath Hawkins” he explained, and you were actually grateful he was there because you wouldn’t have any idea of how to explain any of this. “Sometimes it bleeds into ours” he said.

“Like ghosts and shit?” Eddie asked, confused.

“There are some things worse than ghosts” you muttered and he looked at you sadly.

“These… monsters” Dustin continued. “From this other world… we thought they were gone. But they've come back before” he explained.

“That's why we needed to find you” Max said. “If they're back again, we need to know” she told him.

“That night, did you see anything?” Robin asked. “Dark particles, maybe?”

“It would almost look like dust, swirling dust” Dustin described.

“No, man, there was nothing you could see or, uh… or touch” Eddie said. “You know, I tried to wake her, man” he said with his voice breaking a little. “She couldn't move. It was like she… she was in a trance or something” he explained.

“Or under a spell” Dustin said, looking at you.

“A curse” you suggested.

“Vecna's curse” Eddie said, nodding at Dustin.

"Wait, who's Vecna?" Steve asked, confused.

"A spell caster" you told him, but it only confused him more.

"An undead creature of great power" Dustin added.

"A dark Wizard" you finished.

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“Okay, so this seems more fucked up than usual” Steve said as we left the boathouse to come up with a plan.

“Come on… is not that bad” you said, unconvincingly. “Is it?”

“Did you not just hear the same thing we did?” Robin asked.

“Yeah, okay, we’re fucked” you sighed. “So, what do we do?”

“Well, right now, we can go get some things for Eddie while we figure this out” Max suggested.

“Right” Dustin agreed. “Only I think one of us should stay here with him” he said, looking at you.

“I agree, and I think it should be you” Steve smirked at you.

“Second it” Max smiled.

“Third” Robin added.

“What? Me? W-why me?”

“Because you were basically the one who calmed him down” Dustin explained.

“That’s not true, he calmed down when you came in-”

“Not true, he calmed down when you started telling him all about how he helps you in Math and he borrowed your pencil and he likes your doodle-” Steve mocked you.

“Alright, shut up” you rolled your eyes. “Fine, I’ll stay with Eddie” you said and Dustin handed you one of the walkie-talkies.

“That thing’s got batteries in it, right?” Steve asked him and Dustin looked genuinely offended.

“I’m not even answering that question” he said. “Yes, Steve! It has batteries!” he said, as he walked over to the car with Max and Dustin.

“Hey” Steve called you. “Be safe, okay?” he said, kissing your head.

“You too. Take care of your kids-”

“Our kids!”

“Whatever” you laughed before walking back to the boathouse.

“Aren’t you going with them?” Eddie asked, confused when you walked inside.

“Um- d-do you w-want me to leave?”

“No!” he said a little too quickly. “I just… well, I didn’t think you would want to… be around me” he said looking down.

“I d-don’t mind” you said with a shy smile, sitting next to him. “I a-actually um-” you sighed.

“What?”

“Nothing”

“No. What is it?” he asked softly.

“W-well, I don’t really know why I always feel a bit calmer when y-you’re around” you said, looking away, feeling your cheeks burning.

Eddie’s smile was bigger than you had ever seen it when he made you look back at him. “Yeah?”

“Y-yeah” you assured him.

“You would probably be the first one” he said, sadly.

“That’s not true” you told him. “I know Dustin and Mike look up to you” you said with a small smile. “And all of your Hellfire friends-”

“Why do you, though?” he asked, curiously. “I mean, is not like we’re exactly friends” he said, regretting it the moment the smile fell off your face.

“Oh” you said, feeling your cheeks burning even more.

“N-no, I didn’t mean it like that- I just- shit!” he said, closing his eyes. “Sorry, I meant that… I’m glad that you do b-because most people don’t but… I’m glad you do- this doesn’t make sense, does it?”

“It kind of does” you nodded. “And well, to answer your question, you helped me one time that Andy pushed me off a swing when I was like six years old and he broke my glasses” you said, looking away. He obviously wouldn’t remember that.

“You remember that?” he asked, nervously.

“Y-yeah, of course, I do” you said, looking back at him. “And that wasn’t really the only time, you’ve always kind of… made them back off whenever they… did something stupid” you said, shyly. “I wouldn’t really expect you to remember b-but it m-meant a lot to me” you confessed.

“I remember” he said, quietly.

“Y-you don’t” you chuckled.

“Yeah, of course, I do. I thought you were the prettiest girl with glasses I had ever seen... I still do” he told you, making your cheeks burn impossibly further. “And then I kind of wanted to get your attention but you never really seemed to talk back to me so I thought… maybe you also thought I was a freak too-”

“No” you said, grabbing his hand. “I’ve never thought that” you assured him. “I just… I don’t really talk to anyone” you admitted. “When I was younger I had a really bad stutter” you said, looking away. “I’m better now, although it still comes up when I’m n-nervous” you said. “Kids would make fun of me a lot so I just… kind of stopped talking altogether” you explained. “S-sorry if I didn’t talk back, I just… you were one of the few people to be nice to me and I didn’t want you to s-stop because of that” you said.

“I’m sorry” he said, squeezing your hand. “You can give me the names of those jerks and I’d gladly hunt them down” he said, making you chuckle.

“H-how are you doing?”

“Well, all things considered… not that bad” he sighed.

“Eddie” you said, in a serious tone. “I don’t know exactly what you saw but… I know how scary these things can be” you told him.

“You said that… there were some things worse than ghosts” he said. “W-what did you mean by that?” he asked, worriedly. “What did you see?” You sighed, feeling your eyes water. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t-”

“No, it’s okay” you told him. “You know how um… there was a fire in Starcourt mall last summer?” you asked and he nodded.

“The one where Billy Hargrove died?” he asked.

“Right” you said.

“There was no fire, was there?”

“Not exactly” you explained, telling him everything that happened that night and how you had seen Billy die. “I mean… I know Billy wasn’t exactly a nice person and… we weren’t close or anything but… still… seeing him… seeing anyone… die like that” you sighed. “And Chrissy was nice, so I can only assume how much worse it was for you-”

“I left her there” he said, with a few tears escaping his eyes. “I didn’t know what to do so I just… ran and… left her” he told you.

“Eddie, you did what you had to do” you told him. “If you would have stayed there then… most likely the police would have gotten there and… I don’t think they would have believed you” you explained. “But we do and we are going to help you. I promise” you assured him. “I mean, you can think of this as the Hellfire campaign, The Cult of Vecna” you said. “Except you wouldn’t be the Dungeon Master in this one, you’d be out there with the rest of us and we’re just starting. So, we have to figure out our strategy but we are definitely going to stand our ground and fight with you” you told him.

“Wait, how do you know about The Cult of Vecna?” he asked, confused.

“Oh, Dustin and Mike told me about it, it sounded really cool. I heard they got Erica to sub for Lucas and they had a great time” you smiled.

“Wait, you know Dungeons and Dragons?” he asked, impressed.

“Of course, I do” you smiled, shyly. “Who do you think taught these kids about it?”

“You’re shitting me” he chuckled.

“Nope. Bought Dustin his first D&D board for his eighth birthday” you explained.

“Well, what’s your class and level?”

“I don’t wanna say” you said, feeling your cheeks burning.

“Come on, why not?”

“Why not? You’re a Dungeon Master, you’re gonna make fun of me” you chuckled.

“I would never make fun of you. Especially for playing D&D” he promised. “I swear, I would not make fun of you, princess” he said with a smile. That smile that he always gave you whenever he helped you, that always melted your heart.

“Fine. My name is Athena, and I am lawful good, fighter 16 and cleric 16” you muttered.

“Shit, seriously?”

“Yeah” you nodded.

“That is so cool! Athena, like the goddess of war and wisdom?”

“Yeah, I was into Greek mythology when I started playing so…” you said.

“So, how come you have never come to a Hellfire meeting? It sounds like you could beat anyone’s ass” he laughed.

“Um, Mike and Dustin have actually asked me to join a couple of times” you admitted, feeling your cheeks burn.

“Why haven’t you?”

“I don’t know” you smiled shyly.

“Do we scare you?” he mocked with a smirk.

“N-no! O-of course, not” you assured him.

“I’m just messing with you, princess” he smiled and you sighed relieved.

“You all seem really nice… it’s just… like I said… I have trouble t-talking to people sometimes” you explained.

“Well, if you decide to… and for the record, I think you should” he said. “I’m sure everyone would be happy to welcome you in” he smiled.

“R-really, y-you think I should?” you asked, happily.

“Yeah, I do” he smiled. “I meant what I said, princess. I’ve always thought you were the prettiest girl I’d seen” he said. “I still do, and I also really like your Lord Of the Rings doodles, I mean it makes you like one hundred times cooler” he smiled, making you smile too. “That’s why I kind of always tried to get your attention but… I didn’t think you’d like a big dork like me” he said.

“I think I’m a bigger dork” you chuckled.

“Well, you’re a prettier dork, for sure” he smiled.

You could have sworn that he was leaning in, and before you could stop yourself you were too. It was a sweet, short kiss that was interrupted when you heard something outside, making you jump apart.

“Oh, shit” you said, getting up. “Tarp! Tarp!” you pointed and Eddie quickly started getting in the boat when the door opened.

“Fuck!”

“Jesus” you said, placing a hand on your chest when you saw Dustin, Robin, Max, and Steve at the door with bags in their hands.

“Delivery service” Dustin smiled innocently.

“You guys couldn’t think of a better way to make an entrance?” you asked as you helped Eddie out of the boat.

“So we got, uh, some good news and some bad news” Dustin said, walking inside and handing him the bags. “How do you prefer it?”

“Bad news first, always” Eddie replied.

“All right. Bad news. We tapped into the Hawkins PD dispatch with our Cerebro, and they're definitely looking for you” he said.

“Also, they're, uh, pretty convinced you killed Chrissy” Steve said.

“Like, 100% kind of convinced” Max added.

“Subtle, guys” you said as you turned to look at Eddie. His expression was a mix of defeat, fear, and sadness altogether. “What about the good news?”

“Your name hasn't gone public yet” Robin said.

“Okay, so, that’s good. That’s a good thing” you tried to cheer him a little.

“Yes, but if we found out about you, it's a matter of time before others do” Steve said.

“And once that gets out, everyone and their shallow-minded mother is gonna be gunning for you” Robin added.

“Hunt the freak, right?” Eddie said, sadly.

“Exactly” Robin replied.

“Robin!” you snapped a little.

“Shit” Eddie muttered.

“You're not a freak, Eddie. We’re gonna fix this okay?”

“Yes! We are, I mean before that happens, we find Vecna, kill him, and prove your innocence” Dustin suggested.

“That's all, Dustin? That's all?” Eddie asked, sarcastically.

“Yeah, no, that's pretty much it” Dustin replied as if it was no big deal.

“Listen, Eddie, I know everything Dustin is saying sounds… totally delusional, but we've actually been through this before” you said, holding his hand. Something that didn’t go unnoticed by the rest of the group.

“I mean, they have a… a few times, and… and I have once. Mine was more human-flesh-based, theirs was more smoke-related-” Robin rambled.

“But the bottom line is” you cut her off. “Collectively, I really feel we got this” you said, trying to encourage him.

“We usually rely on this girl who has superpowers. But, uh, those went bye-bye, so…” Steve said.

“So we're technically in more of the-” Dustin continued.

“Brainstorming phase” Max finished for him.

“Brainstorming, yeah” Robin added.

“Right” you smiled wearily at Eddie. “There… There's nothing to worry about” you said unconvincingly until you heard police sirens outside.

“Tarp!” Steve said.

“Tarp. Tarp!” Dustin said as Eddie got back in the boat and everyone helped place the tarp on him. But the police cars seemed to continue down the road.

“Are they… headed to the trailer park?” you asked.

“Looks like it” Steve said.

“Let’s go” Dustin said. “We’ll come back with more news okay, just stay hidden” he said, but Eddie walked over to you.

“Go with them” he said.

“What? N-no, I don’t want to leave you here alone-”

“No, I don’t want-” he sighed, sadly. “If they find me, I don’t want anything to happen to you. You’ll be safer with them. Please go. I’ll be okay, I promise, I’ll have the walkie-talkie” he said, grabbing it from your hand.

“Are you sure?” you asked, still not wanting to leave him alone.

“Yes. Please, princess” he said with his huge puppy eyes.

“Okay” you caved. “Just… stay safe, okay? Please?” you begged.

“I promise” he smiled, kissing your head. “Hey, uh-” he said, pulling you back for a moment and placing his hand on the back of his neck. “After this is um- all d-done, would you maybe like to uh- I don’t know, come to a Hellfire m-meeting?”

“M-me? Really?”

“Y-yeah, I mean, if you want to. Although you practically should, you might be better at D&D than any of the members” he chuckled. “And then maybe, I don’t know, we can get something to eat or… something?”

“Like… a date?” you asked, feeling your cheeks burning.

“Yeah” Eddie smiled. “I m-mean, if you would… like that” he said.

“It’s a date” you smiled before he leaned down to kiss you.

The End

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A/N: just so everyone knows EVERYONE in this story lived happily ever after and you and Eddie went on your date... thanks for coming to my tedtalk, I hope you liked it :D 

#stranger things #stranger things imagine #eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson oneshot

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SECURITYWAITER FIC!

god I love descendants so let’s mix mix that shii with securitywaiter because i love them

song: One Kiss

rated: e for everyone B)

AAAAAA anyways

TW: The word vomiting? (it only shows up once but i’m adding this just in case) also passing out (again just in case!)

No swear words!! Hopefully that helps someone out :D

also, FIRST POST!! yeahyeah🤩

“NESS!!” Abby screamed. She rushed into the diner as the sky grew dark. Vanessa followed her in pursuit. The waiter, now known as Ness, stopped cleaning and waved at them.

“Hey guys! You here for some food or-” Before Ness could finish, he took notice of the short man being carried in Vanessa’s arms. “Oh. Oh no.” He rushed over to the two, the counter he was cleaning now being long forgotten.

“We- We were just at the pizzeria and- and-” Abby stuttered out while Vanessa laid Mike down in an unused booth near the trio. Ness looked over to Mike before rushing to Abby to comfort her.

Ness pondered what she meant by pizzeria, but decided to go with a statement first rather than a stress inducing question. “Hey hey! It’s alright. I’m sure whatever happened was in NO means your fault.” He ushered. Bending down to be her height and resting a hand on Abby’s shoulder to ground her. Ness swears he could see her smile sadly before quickly going back to a worried expression.

Vanessa walked over to the two and asked Ness something. “Hey do you by anyyyyy chance. Know a pizzeria by the name Freddy’s…?” Ness stared at Vanessa like he had been waiting for a question like this to be asked to him for his entire life. He immediately stood back up before responding.

“DO I know Freddy’s!? DO I?! Vanessa. I’ve been making theories about that place longer than Abby has probably been alive. Trust me. I know that place like the back of my hand.” Ness said with assurance.

Vanessa looked at him. “Well. Mike happens to work as a security guard there and… As you can tell something… Bad… Happened.” She grimaced at the memory as Ness looked at her in confusion.

“I uhm… understand that place doesn’t really have a good history but what in HELL happened there for you two to show up in front of Sparky’s?!” He stood back to get another glance at Mike before adding, “Sorry. The three of you.”

“Ness. I know it might seem strange but seriously it’s better if we just don’t explain it to you-…” Abby then cut off Vanessa before she could finish what she was saying.

“Me Vanessa Mike and all my friends were having some fun when all of a sudden my friends froze up and shut down. I get all upset because what the heck!! Anyways. Next thing I know they are like- vomiting smoke from their mouths?? Mike tells me and Vanessa to run for some reason and so we do obviously and Vanessa shuts the door. She opens it a second later though and Mike is on the ground passed out!! Also all my friends are gone so that sucks.” She frowned as she finished her long info-dump.

Ness stared at the younger Schmidt in absolute shock. Vanessa shared a similar look on her face. “So… Abby… you're telling me ‘your friends’ drugged mike..?” Ness tried his best to control himself so he doesn’t seem like he’s yelling in front of Abby.

Abby shook her head to signify a ‘yes’ as Ness sighed. “I mean… she is telling the truth.” Vanessa said bluntly. Hoping to make the situation less awkward. Her efforts didn’t really help though. So she tried something else. Humor. “Hey! Maybe you could try kissing him!”

Ness stared at her in absolute confusion. His face seemed to be blushing but only Abby really noticed. “…You know… True love’s kiss and all..?” Ness’s face grew a brighter red color as he thought about it.

“Isn’t that severely impractical…!?” Abby laughed at Ness’s blushing. Ness got more embarrassed when Vanessa even decided to join in on Abby’s loud giggling.

“C’mon I see you blushing like an idiot! Have some fun. It’s not like it’s gonna work? But if you chicken out just kiss him lightly on the cheek or something…” The waiter looked at Vanessa in disbelief.

“I have NEVER ‘chickened out.’” He said with fake anger before adding. “But uh- Maybe I will. Tonight.” Vanessa groaned as Abby laughed at her action. Repeating it with a more exaggerated feel.

“Anyway. I’m gonna go rob your company's fridge now. Wanna come Abb’s?” Vanessa felt her pockets to make sure she had everything with her before looking over to Abby to see what her answer was.

She found Abby aggressively nodding. “Yes please!” Vanessa smiled as she took Abby’s hand gently into hers for safety before leading her out into the Sparky’s storage room.

“WAIT YOU DON’T EVEN-” The pair walked off before Ness could finish. He still continued to add. “-Know… Where it is…” The waiter sighed as he turned over to the booth Mike was sleeping near. Ness became completely entranced by how soft Mike seemed. Almost, at peace. In a sense.

Ness breathed in and out. ‘Maybe… One try couldn’t hurt? Right?’ He thought as he straightened his uniform and brushed off his shoulders for any dust particles that might have fallen on him.

Vanessa and Abby peered from the doorway of the storage room. Vanessa pointed it out to Abby while whispering “Plan G: Get Ness to finally own up to his crush on Mike is a go!” Abby smiled as she watched the scene play out.

See, Abby and Vanessa KNOW they could’ve just brought Mike to a hospital and BOOM. But, Vanessa examined Mike for any wounds and came to the realization that nothing had really happened. Mike had just passed out from the gas. Her and Abby decided to use this hurdle as an advancement in their end goal. Ness and Mike FINALLY getting together. Mike and Ness together and ready for Plan G. Though, Vanessa and Abby would have NEVER expected Ness singing to be part of their plan!

“Don't freak out, it's okay

'Cause true love can save the day

And I think we feel the same

But I don't know..”

Ness danced around the room as he sang, and Vanessa and Abby watched in complete surprise. They knew Ness was a little bit of a theater kid but- They never knew it was THIS BAD.

“When we met, it was sweet

He was oh so into me

Seems like things are meant to be

But I don't know.”

Ness took off his apron he had been using to save his uniform from the substances he used to clean. He placed it on the other end of the booth and looked down on Mike. His face flushing just by the sight of him. He quickly broke the gaze and continued.

“Does he love me?

Or does he love me not?

Do I love him?

And is it strong enough?”

Abby and Vanessa shared a quick and quiet high-five as they saw Ness. Sharing their victory even though it may have been too early to celebrate.

“One kiss, one kiss It all comes down to this

One kiss, one kiss… Ooh!

One kiss, one kiss

This moment could be it

I, I, I wanna know

So here I go…”

The waiter hesitated as he tried to plant a soft kiss on the security guards lips. He tried, really! He did. Yet he couldn’t bring himself to fully commit to the idea. Vanessa and Abby groaned as they saw the hesitation.

“Keep it cool, keep it calm

Think he's loved me all along

But maybe I got it wrong

So I don't know…

He's so good, got my back

But maybe I'm just too bad

Could we be a perfect match?

Now, I don't know…”

“Oh I wish I had a camera right now…” Vanessa whispered to Abby as she nodded. Whispering back a quick “Me too” To the police officer before continuing to look at Ness.

“Does he love me?

Or does he love me not?

Do I love him?

And is it strong enough?!

One kiss, one kiss

It all comes down to this

One kiss, one kiss. Ooh!”

Ness continued to sing like no one was watching. In his head, he was thankful none of his coworkers could work late tonight, or else he’d have a LOT to explain. Or maybe he wouldn’t. His coworkers were kinda used to it at this point.

“One kiss, one kiss

This moment could be it

I, I, I wanna know

So here I go…”

Vanessa and Abby muttered a quick ‘Go.’ Rushing Ness to hurry up and just kiss that dude already!!

“Yeah, here I go…

I feel my heartbeat beating saying, ‘It's gonna work’

But if I'm dream-dream-dreaming, this is gonna hurt

Either I will or I won't

What if I do and he don't?

Is he my Romeo?

Oh, there's only one, one way to really know”

To get his mind off of Mike, and also to prepare himself for what he was about to convince himself to do, Ness finished cleaning the diner. Putting back on his apron for a second before finally getting it over with putting everything away. Of course he still hit some dance moves while he was getting ready.

“HEYYYYY one kiss, one kiss

It all comes down to this

One kiss, one kiss

Ooh One kiss, one kiss

This moment could be it

I, I, I wanna know

So here I go”

Ness leaned back down to Mike once again, Vanessa and Abby muttering another ‘Go!’ To encourage from afar. Mike immediately moved in his sleep, causing Ness to jump back.

“…Here I go…”

Ness went back in to try a second time, they always say second time's the charm- right? But while doing so Mike moves again. Ness quickly grew frustrated.

“Here I go!

Here I go…”

The Sparky’s waiter slowly put his lips ever so softly onto Mike’s. Vanessa and Abby cheered (for real this time) as Ness had finally done it. After a few seconds, he let go and rose back up. Feeling kind of stupid at the fact he sort of expected something to happen.

Suddenly, as if god had heard what Ness was thinking, Mike woke up in a cold sweat. He looked up and stared at Ness. Who stared back with just the same amount of shock. Even Vanessa had a surprised expression that had situated itself on her face.

Abby was smiling while Vanessa gazed in awe. She knew the kiss would work the whole time. After all, fairytales never lie! Everyone should know that.

“What… What happened.” Mike asked with fear, lacing his voice. He didn’t get an answer though. Just a few more minutes of panic induced silence before Ness yelled.

“WHAT THE FU-”

#securitywaiter #ness fnaf #mike afton #mike schmidt #mike schmidt fnaf #mike schmidt fnaf movie #micheal afton #fnaf ness #dreamtheory #fanfic #writers on tumblr #writing #writeblr #writerscommunity #ao3 writer #I DONT HAVE A BETA #IM SO SORRY IF IT SUCKS #running on very low sleep rn #MBBBB #🫡🫡 #my writing archive

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I’m not 110% sure if this falls into your no no list since it isn’t specifically on there so I figured I’d just send it in! But if you can’t write it that’s ok! Do you thing you could write headcannons (or a Drabble, whichever is easiest) of arven with a transmasc s/o (literally just he/him pronouns) who is very much in love yes, but also very worried that they might just. Loose interest. And break up with him at some point in the future, and are very very scared of hurting him. I don’t know if you can even write this because of how I worded it but I’m really sorry if this is weird! This idea popped into my head and hurting arven hurts my soul so I’m curious to see your interpretation! Sorry again! Have a great day/night!

Oh Anon you hurt my heart so much

I love it

Hope I wrote this to your satisfaction!!!

~

Arven X Transmasc Reader

Don't hurt him! Headcanons

Minor spoilers for Scarlet/Violet!!

> You've been through it before.

> You fall for someone, you get with them, then... Just like that, things fall apart.

> They come. They leave. And you're alone.

> You just want to make good friends at this point. Maybe relationships just aren't for you.

> You first meet Arven years after his adventures searching for the Herba Mystica - he runs into you out in the wild searching for the same thing, and tells you exactly where to look.

> He gives you his contact info, and you wish it hadn't blossomed into anything more.

> Acquaintances turned to friends, and you slowly found out more about him. How he had been neglected, forgotten, left to his own devices... And it left you wishing you could've met him sooner.

> Maybe you both could've been less alone.

> The day you realize you're catching feelings for him is the day you come out to him - tell him you're not a cis guy.

> And he's... Remarkably cool about the whole thing, reminding you that you'll always be his friend.

> You care about him so much, it hurts. But you know he's been through enough.

> You're scared of losing interest again. Arven has been through enough pain.

> He's been through enough.

> You find yourself distancing from him, trying to chase away the blooming crush, and Arven wonders why. He blames himself.

> It's only because of Nemona you two are shoved back together, since she can just tell Arven's getting down in the dumps.

> You break down crying in Arven's arms as you let everything out, tell him everything that you never wanted to tell him.

> And much to your surprise, he admits to reciprocating your feelings.

> Maybe you're not quite ready for a relationship yet... Neither of you are familiar with the "proper" way to do things.

> But you're taking things one step at a time.

> Every day you just fall more in love with him, and realize that maybe it's time for things to change.

> For the better, for once.

~

I would have made this more hurt but I have a soft spot for Arven I physically cannot hurt this man

#pokemon arven x reader #trainer arven x reader #pokemon arven #ftm reader #trans reader #angst #pokemon scarlet and violet #ow my heart #my pain is immeasurable and my day is ruined #...just kidding #about the day ruined part

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POSITIVITY DUMP

@longerhuman I’m going to be totally honest, Nine, you’re one of the reasons I decided to reboot my Chuuya blog to begin with. I stumbled on you completely by accident in the recommended tag while in another fandom and as soon as I read your writing I was like ‘holy shit this is so good’ and ‘fuck I miss BSD so god damn much right now’. You’re insanely talented, I love paragraph dumping my thoughts about our boys on you at all hours, and we have more in common than I expected. Shout out to your incredible, well thought out portrayal of Dazai ( and Verlaine! ) and don’t ever let anyone make you feel bad for being a ‘slow’ writer okay? I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, your replies are worth waiting for! Together we’ll properly spread the big brother Oda / little brother Dazai truther propaganda! Reading replies from your Dazai is always a treat because it feels like reading bonus chapters about his thoughts and feelings Asagiri won’t explicitly give us lol. The way you read and understand his character blows me away constantly and I’m always excited to see you on the dash even when it’s with someone else because I adore your portrayal! I also admire the way you handle your blog and how you know what you are and aren’t okay with. You’ve really helped me in terms of setting boundaries and feeling more confident in enforcing my blog rules for my own mental wellness so thank you for that too. Plus. Relatable ND memes, I love sharing those with you lol.

@mckiingbiird ASPIE! What can I say about you? I’ve probably known you the longest out of anyone on here! Has it really been over 2 years since we first started talking? Time sure does fly. I could rave about you for ages. For starters, you’re one of the first people I’ve met to put as much if not even MORE love into their OCs than they do into their canon muses. You have so much love for your characters and it really shows, they’re so interesting and well rounded, it feels like if you just changed their names and took out the BSD stuff you could write your own novels just about them and their journeys, that’s how good they are. I love them immensely - Lemony and the kids, Harper, Murasaki, Maurice, and now James too. I always have a great time no matter who I’m writing with, and you’ve always been sweet, friendly and caring in all the time I’ve known you, to the point where I easily consider you one of my best friends in the writing community, even if most of our writing and development has occurred on Discord lol. Now with us bringing the Flags into it, I feel like there’s even more adventure to be had with them all. I want to give a special shout-out to you for a fantastic portrayal of a trans ftm character living his best life because we really don’t see enough of them and it’s obvious how much thought, love and research went into him when you first created him.

@nonhumen Oriiiiii! I know we only just met near the beginning of this year but it honestly feels like I’ve known you way longer than that. You’re such a phenomenal writer and I can’t recommend enough that people follow you for a well rounded, amazingly developed portrayal of Dazai and all of his virtues and flaws. For someone relatively new to the franchise you’ve done an incredible job at understanding the nuances of his character. I’ve really enjoyed deep diving into his and Chuuya’s mental health from childhood all the way to adulthood with you and why they are the way they are. Their relationship is SO important to me, and the way we’ve developed them together in our jokingly titled cinematic universe, SKK edition, is an endless source of entertainment and inspiration for me. I love their Kintsugi verse and the handful of spin-off verses we’ve created from them. I have to constantly update their verse info page and even then I feel like I can’t accurate describe all the trials and tribulations they’ve gone through. Maybe one day we can collaborate on an epic fanfic saga about their adventures together LOL.

Honourable mentions are a huge must for a few other people who while I don’t talk to them as much OOC, their portrayals continue to provide me constant joy and entertainment! Chuuya has grown SO much from his interactions with your Dazai and even Verlaine and it means so much to me that he gets his happy ending finally in their AU.

@theircurse Stellaaaa! You and I both know Yumeno doesn’t get nearly as much love and attention as they deserve. If it wasn’t for Mayoi I would feel like the franchise forgot they existed, but YOU HAVEN’T. You’re one of the fandom OGs and while we don’t talk a lot, I have to mention your portrayal of Yumeno and how heartwrenchingly good it is. Some of my characters aren’t even a fan of children but even they feel the urge to wrap little Yumeno up in a very soft blanket and protect them from the world. Perhaps most surprisingly is Ara. Maybe it’s because he high key relates to being mistreated by family or because he thinks their doll and their macabre behaviour is so interesting and similar to his own weirdness, but he kinda wants to pick them up and just carry them around in his pocket. In a good way! He’s still coming to terms with the fact humans aren’t just animals or like… Tamagotchis but larger with more needs, but he’s getting there! Chuuya just straight up wants to adopt them. Please continue giving Yumeno the attention they deserve while we hold out hope Asagiri will one day dust them off again!

@giftandguile Lua! My first impression of you was adoring your portrayal of Chuuya because you have his sassy attitude and whiplash temper down to a T and that’s not easy, I know I struggle with it! I also love seeing how you write Tetcho because it’s always so very entertaining. BUT, most of all I want to mention your Fyodor. I have always had very mixed feelings about Fyodor! I’m still making my way through the manga again and I haven’t had much time to dig into his IRL self’s books, but your writing certainly has made me want to. Where the anime failed to get me interested in his character at all, you succeeded. He’s so interesting! I always get excited seeing your meta posts on Fyo because I end up either shocked by how brilliant it is or agreeing wholeheartedly. You got me so invested in a character I was initially indifferent to and that’s not easy for me, my ADHD brain is big on first impressions. I’m SO excited to see where things go between her and Ara and the chaos they’re going to cause in Japan post resurrection. I think Ara sees something of a kindred spirit in her, that they were both ‘born cursed’ and wound up exiled in a sense for things that weren’t even their fault, and as a result developed a negative view of others of their kind. I’m super pumped to see where that ends up going!

@moonhund AEVIS. This post wouldn’t be complete without a shoutout to Ara’s brawling, drinking, temperamental shapeshifting new bestie Jono, or honorary dad-mentor Fukuzawa. There’s honestly so much to say but! I love the fact that an internationally wanted assassin was able to just show up on Fukuzawa’s doorstep one day with baby teen Chuuya like ‘look I don’t trust you but I need somewhere to leave this kid for a while and I don’t fucking trust Mori, can you give him a home for a while?’ And Fuku just looked at this scared and angry lil ginger and was like ayo kids, you got a baby brother now, no questions asked. He’s such a good dude. Sometimes family is one ex swordsman and his adopted wayward detectives / experiments / former war weapons. Absolute icon. But ALSO! The shenanigans between Jono and Ara are basically the definition of serotonin at this point for me. Half their interactions feel like crack threads but it’s just How They Are. I love the depth you’ve added to Jono’s character and how you can write him as both an asshole but sympathetic in a way that feels genuine, not forced. Highly recommend anybody who needs good HD muse interactions follow you because your writing for him is S tier.

I know I’ve gotten to be a somewhat slow writer these days, at least on Tumblr because formatting can be kind of a bitch on here, but I hope everybody knows I’m thinking of you and I adore my interactions with each and every one of you. Please take care of yourselves and know you’re loved and appreciated and SO TALENTED, because this RPC would be a worse off place if any of you were no longer in it.

Love always, Luna <3

#positivity #{ ooc } #just felt like with winter on the horizon and how common it is to get the blues in colder months this was something I wanted to do #to remind myself I have people on here I adore and that there are reasons to keep writing and smiling even when I get down

[jasminegazer]

Chapter 4 Part 2

Leo walked through the school.

Taking deep breaths and rethinking how he was going to break the news to April. She should understand right? And if anything she should be able to help. The two had recently been tracking the new streams of crimes as a side hobby from trying to find TCRI. Maybe that has something to do with this.

‘Or maybe I’m just being hopelessly optimistic again.’

Leo slumped a little as he stood right by the doorway to his homeroom. His back was figuratively and literally against the wall.

‘Man I could really use you right now Mikey.’

He felt a tear trying to protrude the wall he set up so perfectly to block his emotions. Nope. none of that.

He used his shoulder to wipe his eye readjusting his backpack and walked to the back of class. That where they usually sat and discussed things with April and helped each other with school at the beginning of the day. But mainly for April to have her annual info dump.

‘She was probably waiting their for us for a whi- WHOS THAT!’

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After 3 days of hanging out April had become great friends with Karai. Once you broke through the sarcastic teenagers gruff exterior she can become quite the fun friend. Turns out it also helps when the casual jerk tries to mess with you.

Just the other day Karai helped April out of a bit of a situation. The two friends were walking to class when they were confronted by everyone’s favorite loser Sid Goto. Him and his friends Tsoi and Fong came to together to create the purple dragons. Though they sound threatening it’s all just a front. They don’t usually do anything other than cause the occasional hallway fight only to get their buts wupped and sent to detention. When they tried to pick on the two girls, Karai sent their backs flying into the lockers and Sid’s face into the ground.

“Mark my words you two bitches are gonna pay for that.” He said spitting the blood that dripped from his nose and mouth. “Stand up.” Karai growled as she kicked him square in the face. “And make us.” She continued down the hall before turning her head around and continuing. “And by the way. Call my friend and I a bitch again and I’ll shove your foot up your own ass.”

So that was when April decided that she was a keeper. While she let the boys take a break from listening to her rants she spent time with Karai.

“Hi April.”

Leo spooked her when she heard his voice.“Oh sorry I didn’t know you were there.” She said embarrassed by her reaction. “Oh I guess I haven’t introduced you two. Leo this is Karai. She’s new here. Karai this is Leo. As you probably guessed he is a turtle mutant and a friend of mine.”

Much to April and Leo’s surprise, Karai kept the same dulled face and voice she must have been born wearing. “New York. What a town.” She replied.

Leo gawked at the strange new girl in surprise to her reaction. Usually in this senecio it was the other way around. But no this girl was different. And Leo didn’t know if he was making this up but something felt familiar about her. About her voice.

‘Remember you have a job to do and it’s not to try and intimidate April’s new friend.’

“Hey April. We kinda need to talk.” He said trying not to let his emotions take hold. But this time it wasn’t feelings of sadness or grief but rather embarrassment and shyness. Leo had always been interested in April ever since the night Raph threw a ninja star at her.

“Ok? Let’s talk.” April said confused. Her and the boys talked all the time. Speaking of where are the rest of Leo’s brothers?

“Privately.” Leo couldn’t blame her for not knowing but he was really antsy to get this over with. He was now squeezing her wrist hoping it would bring on a sense of urgency.

“Ok. Sorry Karai. But this is kinda personal I guess.” Though she was nervous and now realizing how quickly Leo needed her, she had to make sure she wasn’t ditching her other friend. April always held her friends and family first. Trying to help keep them together.

“No problem just make sure you help me in English. I do NOT need to hear about Ms Gord’s cats without you again.” Karai said.

April gave her a thumbs up and then let Leo rush her to the extra gym lockers. That was where they went for serious private talks. Stuff only April and Leo could talk about. Though it smelled like sweat and the death of a hundred high schoolers it was deemed private and sacred for the duo.

“All right. What’s going on? And while I’m asking questions where are your brothers?” April asked this with caution she could feel the turtles trembling as she gripped his shoulder knowing that was when she had to prepare for emotional support.

Leo knew this is what would have to happen. But for some twisted reason he still wasn’t prepared for this.

‘C’mon this is just like a needle. A small prick and then done. Just a small short sentence.’

“Last night we were on the rooftops and-” he could feel his voice turn to croaks as April squeezed harder. “It’s Mikey. He um- he’s- well-”

Leo couldn’t do this. He held this up inside for to long. No matter how much he wants to keep it all in his sobs escaped with ease. Tears streamed down his face. How could he act like this was fine. Everyone is scared and hurt and he can’t do anything. He’s so scared and alone.

“Hey it’s ok. Whatever happened he’s got you guys to take care of him.” April saw this coming from a mile away.

“But we CAN’T help him.” Leo sobbed

“Wait what do y-”

“April they took him!”

That may have been one of the longest things I had to write on tumblr. Hope you like it. 👍

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#tmnt mutant mayhem #Poor Leo #Difference between the Appearance

[kaaayeomi]

☆ until we meet again - choi soobin

SYNOPSIS — you were always meant to be with soobin, even in your guys’ last moments.

INFO — angst. tiny bit of fluff ( just a tiny bit ). soobin x neutral!reader.

WORD COUNT — 398

WARNINGS — mentions of death. mention of a plane crash. grammar mistakes. lmk if i missed any.

you don’t understand where everything went wrong. everything was going fine until now.

a nice vacation with the one you loved. it was an amazing 5 week vacation strolling through the streets of [country of your choice] with the love of your life. hand in hand, going wherever your feet lead you too.

you were just getting on a plane to go home. it wasn’t supposed to end like this.

it’s moments like these when you look back and appreciate what you had. you don’t really know what moments gonna be your last until it’s too late.

“hello! would you like to be my friend?” a little soobin said as he extended his hand out. “sure! whats your name?” you said as you accepted his hand. “im choi soobin! and you?”. “im y/n”.

“i-i just don’t understand. we were doing so g-good” you sobbed onto soobin’s shoulder complaining about how your newly ex had dumped you. “it’s okay, im here. maybe it wasn’t meant to be…” he said as he held your hand.

“soobin?…”. “it’s okay if you don’t like me back. but i just can’t hide and pretend that i don’t love y-“ soobin was cut off by you hugging him. “i love you too, you idiot” you said as you hid your face in his chest. “im sorry, what was that?” he teased. you chuckled.

“soob! look! isn’t it beautiful?” you said as you pointed at the sunset. “it’s gorgeous even. i wish we could stay like this forever” he said as he held tightly onto your hand.

the planes sudden bump had shaken you out of your thoughts. the speaker had come back again. “passengers, oxygen mask will be dropped down in a second. please follow the instructions given”.

soobin’s grip on your hand was tightened. “i-im so sorry love. i didn’t know it was gonna be like this” he said as tears were falling down this cheeks.

tears came out one by one. you reached towards his face and dried the tears away only for more to appear. “i-its okay, soob. its not your fault” you said as you tried to put on a brave tone.

you could feel the plane start to fall down. “i promise to meet you again in the next life. just wait for me” he said as he kept his tight grip on your hand.

and then it went dark.

AUTHORS NOTE : how’d you guys like this one? i’m rly feeding y’all. two stories in one week. but anyways pray for me, i have evaluations for dance tomorrow 😵‍💫.

#txt #txt soobin #choi soobin #txt choi soobin #choi soobin imagines #soobin imagines #txt imagines #choi soobin x you #choi soobin x reader #soobin x you #soobin x reader #choi soobin angst #soobin angst #txt angst #kpop imagines #kpop angst #kpop

[da-birb-writes-sometimes]

hihi!! i'm not sure if your requests are open atm, but i'd like to request a romantic TWST matchup pls? if not you can just ignore this, no worries! :) i tried to split this up as much as what seemed to make sense so it’s not so hard to read :’)

i'm two-spirit and i use they/she pronouns! i spend a lot of my time sleeping (i'm a very eepy gal lmao) and foraging outside with my friends! i also love video games (my favs being animal crossing, the last of us, twst, obey me, stardew valley, resident evil, etc) and cooking/baking! i'm quite ditsy to be perfectly honest and forget things very easily. but i am quite smart when i want to be! i've been described before as a very humble and dedicated person, but i tend to be very emotionally intense. my best friend florence said this abt me when i asked for a friend's desc of me:

"you tend to be really kind and emotional. you aren't afraid to express yourself in any manner. you also value connections that you forge with people and will always push those around you to do the best that they can. you're very stubborn, especially when it comes to conflicts; you won't stop until you've reached a resolution. you also value passion, both in yourself and others. i've never met anyone so determined for those that they love."

 i'm a leo sun, scorpio moon (again emotionally intense lmao), and a pisces rising! in typology i'm an entp 7w6 721 sp/sx! i’m rather short (a good 5’3”), i have black hair with neon blue roots in a shag/hush cut style. my hair is very thick and very wild and i tend to have a couple of small braids in to represent my indigenous culture (with beads as well to make it pretty hehe). i have nice tan going on (again cause i’m native) and i’m a bit more on the thicker side when it comes to my body and i’m VERY feminine presenting. i have several piercings: (two nostrils, one septum, left eyebrow, spider bites, and too many to count on my ears) and three tattoos: one of the vivienne westwood logo on my shoulder blade, one that says “trns pwr” (trans power) on my wrist, and one of the two-headed calf (the one from the poem GAH i love that poem sm) on my upper arm.

 i’m bi with a preference towards masc individuals, and i’m open to poly relationships although i’ve only had experience with monogamous relationships. when it comes to relationships, i tend to be a bit of a worrywart about my partner’s satisfaction and happiness in the relationship, and thus a bit self-conscious. i spend a lot of time doting on my partner and put their well-being before anything else, but when i don’t receive affirmation from them in return i immediately feel like i’ve screwed up somehow. i tend to view romantic love as like a joining of two people’s souls, and for me romantic love is very much a spiritual and intense feeling/ordeal. i’m very spiritual myself and i put lots of attention into my growth and well-being in every facet of my life, esp spiritually though.

 i tend to look for partners who are at least a tad clingy so my doting is reciprocated, have some sort of trauma(s) or issues (yes i try to fix them T-T), and are emotionally intelligent. i LOVE domesticity and my biggest daydream is living in a cottage with my s/o and being completely off-grid and like, having a dairy farm or something no-kill. i ADORE all animals i prefer partners who do as well, in fact not liking animals or not respecting them is a huge red flag for me. i also get romantically turned off by people who take no time to process or take into account their emotions or other people’s emotions, or by people who are “holier-than-thou” and narcissistic. also very much a red flag to me. in terms of affection, i show it mainly through quality time and physical touch, though i don’t feel limited to just those two languages. im also very autistic so i also show affection through parallel play and info-dumping. when it comes to receiving affection, i also love quality time and physical affection and parallel play, but i can find appreciation through any love language as well.

and i think that’s about it! if you need any more info just message me at @ur-paramour :)

Hi Elio! Your formatting was great, and I have plenty of info to plot how to make hearts melt!

Let us see, oh, silly me, you have two hands for a reason!

Cater Diamond & Lilia Vanrouge

The eepiness does remind Lilia of Silver, so he just chuckles softly and tucks you in. Cater will place a kiss to your forehead whenever he finds you asleep. They both adore that even though you are kind, you are as equally stubborn. Both of them would also understand the emotional intensity; for different reasons.

I hope you’re prepared for this duo because they both are very clingy. The three of you could be out and about and people just see them trying their very best to melt into you. Someone gives you a weird look? Boom, face covered in kisses.

Speaking of kisses, they will kiss your tattoos and piercings. Lilia would be curious about the meanings, whereas Cater would gently trace over the line work. You would just be surrounded with tonnes of physical affection, and they also love getting it back, so please, drown them with it.

As for trauma, Cater finds it difficult to let people in due to his upbringing, and then Lilia definitely at least has PTSD. But it’s still trauma for both of them, both will have rough days. [You said you like to fix ‘em, well here’s two of them.]

Hair-dying sessions with both of them. Lilia would be touching up your roots, and Cater would be fixing up Lilia’s colour. It’s up to you if you can trust Lilia with your hair when it comes to maintaining the haircut. Cater would probably be the better option, he can also braid and bead your hair in cute styles.

INFODUMP TO THEM! They love seeing you get passionate and talk about hyper-fixations! Cater would mainly be quiet and looking at you all softly, whereas Lilia would occasionally join in with you, especially on topics that he himself enjoys; this can go on for hours at a time.

Lilia would LOVE the off-grid cottage lifestyle! The two of you would be out tending to the cows, and any other animal friends you have. Cater less so, but he comes to enjoy it eventually; he can be mostly found in the vegetable garden or with the barn cats.

You can and will have dates where you sit around and play video games together, and then go foraging. Cater would probably enjoy Stardew Valley, whereas Lilia would like Resident Evil.

DO NOT LET LILIA COOK! Cater will body slam Lilia to stay out of the kitchen. Please, for all of your well-being, please be the only cook.

I hope you like your match-up @ur-paramour. Honestly, I had to restrain myself from writing more, as I like keeping match-ups at a relative same word count. Saw 'polyam ok' and I went, "It's free real estate."

But I hope you enjoy Cater and Lilia! It would overall be a somewhat chaotic, but very cuddly relationship. They would also be very curious and eager to learn about any and all of your spiritual practices. Plus some bovine hugs from the cows.

#twst match up #dove does match ups #cater diamond #lilia vanrouge #romantic match up #polyam match up

[papirouge]

A small story time was when I joined a hiking group to meet new friends. I felt awkward since the people there seem to know each other more. I ended being quiet and take photos while we hiked. I got to talk to this guy who also was kinda new. He kept talking about how he wanted to get married soon and he has everything except a wife. I didn’t really talk back, just saying “ok” until he asked me if I’m the same. Told him no I’m really not. He told me “oh well you have time I guess” I had to say I was in my 30s and if I wanted a big family or something like that I would have started sooner but I didn’t then still don’t now. We were walking in the back and there was space between us and the others in the group. The more he talked the more he would just info dump his feelings like how he truly believed that feminism was causing men to be lonely and violent in society, that women working jobs were destroying families, that divorce should be banned but he also doesn’t want women to just avoid marriage because he’s afraid if banning divorce would lead to just women never marrying. He even joked that the government could also force people to marry and reproduce. I tried to fire back at some point like “You know that women have always worked?”

“No it’s different now. Women shouldn’t be in corporate buildings”

“Yeah remote work is the best”

He didn’t really respond until he asked again if I was seriously going to be single. Or if I’m just hooking up with random men instead. I told him I’m not, that the idea was gross to even say and that he needed to be less crude. He apologized, say he was joking but at some point he stopped and just asked to my face “are you seriously going to waste your womb? That’s selfish for a lot of interfile couples” it was such a surreal feeling. He started again to talk about how I was given a womb and that womb meant I had to be feminine and submit to male authority. That to have a uterus automatically means I’m weaker and less capable so men are naturally to lead. Denying that meant I was going against my feminine nature which was due to feminism brainwashing me to be a corporate slave. (I don’t even work in any corporate field) He was going to send me links to something called Evie? Apparently it’s some women’s magazine that he thinks every woman should read and connect with their inner femininity to reject feminism. At that point, others in the group noticed and started to talk to him to defend me since I must of looked shocked. I started to walk away closer to the front and others in the group kept him farther from me until we got back to our cars. This guy still tried to talk me about fertility rates and egg quality because “I needed to know that I don’t have forever, men on the other hand can healthy babies in their 80s and 90s” according to him, while I got my keys. As I got in, I just felt so fed up and had to yell at him that his genes are not good enough to be passed on if no woman chose him yet. He had told me earlier that schizophrenia runs in his family too like his parents, grandparents, and others have it, so I just told him that no one would want that in their family tree and to fuck off. I know that was kinda mean and I feel a bit bad saying that.. He tried to say something else but I drove off and when I got back, I had messages from the people who set up the group ask me about what happened exactly. I told them and I honestly don’t want to go back. They understood and would try to invite me later but this was that guys last chance. I was not the first woman he harassed. He joined and only tried to talk to women and basically hope that one girl would be dumb enough to pity this guy to date him. He wasn’t bad looking either. It’s just his personality and incel adjacent traits.

Also I was told that he made some weird racial comments about me being black and asian that got him in trouble with a few people before we started hiking.

..... I'm glad you're doing fine anon.

I was getting real Ted Bundy teas from that weirdo bothering you on that trail. Like, he could've tried pushing you on a ravine- 💀

But at the end I wanted *you* to push him towards a ravine LOL

This hiking club is at fault for dragging along that weirdo knowing his inappropriate behavior 😑 the manipulative "I'm skyzophrenic uwu" is so typical.... Being skyzophrenic doesn't turn you into a sexual harasser smh The racism also checks out. I've yet to see an incel who's not racist or a fetishist.

It's also interesting how the decline of childbirth is ALWAYS inputted on women, never men. Why is nobody hounding incels for being losers unable to plant their seed and perpetuate the race? or try to get a better personality to find a mate? Nooooo it's the fault of women for not accepting to settle down with men they don't find suitable. Mind you, they are the same people blaming women whenevr their marriage turns sour and "oh she just had to choose better" 🌚

#answered

[samspenandsword]

AHHHH Sam! Congratulations on 300! And congratulations to those 300 people on following one of my favorite writers on tumblr. You’re incredibly talented and such a warm personality! I’m so so grateful for your presence in this community and to have gotten to know you ❤️

I’m Aria, I’m 32, and my pronouns are she/her. I’m blonde and blue eyed, 5’9” with a Kate Winslet body type (long, slim waist but everything else is curvy). Personality wise, I’m an extroverted introvert. I love meeting people and having fun but I’m slower to build long-term friendships and really open up. My first love is reading and writing, but I do enjoy the scientific and analytical side of my job as a nurse. I’m outdoors in all seasons, from swimming to skiing, and although I love traveling, I can also be a real homebody (sweats, baking cookies, and binge watching is a love language). I’m a history and film nerd. I love music from all genres, especially any and all live music, but my niche is 2000s indie. I have three dogs, my favorite food is sushi, favorite season is fall, favorite planet is Kashyyyk, I’m always drinking a seltzer or coffee, and alcoholic beverage of choice is either wine, beer, or whiskey.

Sorry if that was too much info-dumping! Can I pretty please request 👄😎⚔️? Ship can be SFW or NSFW, which ever strikes you! Man preferred for ship but no gender preference for bestie! I’d prefer The Clone Wars or Rebellion (Rebels or OT) Era, just because I don’t know the Old Republic.

Thank you, this is such a cool and unique celebration! And congratulations again, Sam!! 🥳❤️

Aria!!! Ahh, thank you so much for submitting!! And babes, there is no such thing as info-dumping when it's from my friends! I can't wait for you to read this, I'm so excited!!

Sam's Pen and Sword 300 Follower Celebration (Closed)

Warnings: Mentions of smuttiness, suggestive content, nothing explicit, but all the same minors gtfo.

Aria's Follower Celebration Request

Ship request 👄

(I'm prefacing this by saying this entire request takes place specifically in a Fives!lives, Victory!AU bc I need it emotionally okay I'm done)

Okay, it's not just because I know you love him (same and his eyes in this gif are absolutely killing me he's so pretty!!!), but honestly I think Fives would just adore you. And he'd suggest, without fail, every Halloween, that you should dress up as a sexy nurse. Fives isn't necessarily an extroverted introvert like you, but he definitely is the type to have a lot of casual friends and acquaintances but only a few people he's really close to. It's always a shock to people, cause he's so outgoing, and it's Fives! But he definitely values taking time to build a relationship. Just because he's head-over-heels for you doesn't mean you're automatically close with each other. And though sometimes he struggles with the idea of "slow and steady" in practice, he appreciates each and every time you open up to him, and the deepening feelings inside him as he does the same. And with Fives being as adventurous as he can be, he loves going hiking and skiing and swimming in lakes with you (he's absolutely shit on skis, it's hilarious, but bless him he never stops trying. He's much better at ice skating, and he takes you on an ice skating date for each time you take him skiing, because then he gets to impress you and take you home to warm you up afterwards 😉). Fives is also prone to taking you to summer festivals with lots of live, local music and local beer and whiskey tastings. In short, your relationship with Fives is full of adventure, laughter, playful kisses, and nights in where you take turns picking movies to watch while cuddled under a blanket on the couch (I see Fives having a weakness for classic films, noir, campy sci-fi, and beautiful fantasy. There have been a lot of dramatic noir reenactments and (space) LoTR marathons.).

You were trying so hard not to laugh, but despite the fact that you had seen him fall flat on his ass hundreds of times now, it was still funny. Fives had never seemed to get the hang of skiing. Not fully, anyway. He was miles better than he was when you first took him. But days spent skiing with Fives were full of green slopes and wobbly knees and pizza skis. And he made it a point to come with you at least once every year, enjoying spending the day with you doing something you enjoyed, even if he wasn't the best at it. Fives was spread-eagle on the slope, skis splayed out awkwardly and poles dropped by his sides. He groaned dramatically, head falling back into the packed snow. "You good?" you said, humor coating your tone. Fives let loose another dramatic groan. "I think I need a nurse." Your mouth twitched as you suppressed a smile. He was fine. "Oh, that's a shame. The nurse is out of the office. Call back in five days when she gets back from vacationing with her boyfriend." "Boyfriend??" Fives played along, voice indignant. You giggled, but adopting a serious tone once more. "Yes, sir. Shall I leave a message for the nurse?" "Tell her to get her cute little ass over here and help me up. I want to make use of the hot tub on the balcony of our suite." Heat shot through you despite the cold, winter mountain air. "Fives!" He sat up, grinning shamelessly. His goatee had a sprinking of snow in it from when he'd fallen. "Sounds like the nurse is agreeable." You rolled your eyes. Shameless. He was absolutely shameless. "Come on, you. Get up. I want lunch before you drag me back to the hotel." Fives heaved himself up, pushing off the slope with his poles to stand. But he didn't make to follow you down the slope quite yet, instead just smiling at you. "Fives?" He pushed his goggles up, and his eyes were like shining amber in the winter sunlight. "You have no idea how beautiful you are, do you?" Your cheeks were already flushed from the cold air and rush of skiing, but you were sure you went bright red at the comment. "Fives!" "I'm serious!" He scooted closer to you, looking surprisingly balanced. He was always at his best when he was on a mission. And right now his mission was to admire how golden your hair was against the backdrop of snow. Your perfect curves, not hidden even by the bulky coat you wore. The sparkle of your smile and how everything about you just made him fall more and more in love every single day. You rolled your eyes again behind your own goggles, but smiled up at him. "Come on, you giant goof. Let's get lunch, and then I might just let you talk me off the mountain." Fives grinned: a grin that sent heat rushing through you like you were already in the hot tub. And with a whoop and cheeky wink, Fives was off. You followed him, your laughter echoing down the slope.

Bestie request 😎

Just like with Fives for your ship request, I almost instantly thought of Echo as your best friend. You two were first introduced by Fives, him wanting his twin to know his partner. And you two hit it off, of course! You make Fives happy, so that was enough for Echo. And you had long wanted to meet the twin Fives had not-so-unwillingly dragged into so many shenanigans. Unlike Fives, who can somewhat cook but cannot bake to save his life, Echo expressed interest in baking after first tasting your chocolate-chip cookies and took to it instantly. You two love getting together for afternoons of baking and wine (sometimes more wine than baking). Echo has also been known to join you and Fives for some of your (space) LoTR marathons. And unlike Fives, Echo can ski very well and gives Fives endless shit about how he can't. Echo also loves visiting with you at cafes because lord knows neither of you can live without coffee. You two have a biweekly ritual of going on "best friend dates" (so coined by Fives, who "laments" that his brother is stealing his girl and his girl is stealing his brother) where you two browse the local farmer's markets for fresh produce, bread, and flowers. He likes to ask how work is going for you (you only worked 55 hours that week, it's fine, Echo), and you love hearing Echo's updates about the Batch, and the way he so perfectly reenacts Hunter's and Crosshair's cat fights (he swears Crosshair was actually going to pull out the claws this last time).

"Hey, let's stop a minute?" You and Echo both stopped, taking seats on some rocks lining the hiking trail. It was the end of spring, just edging into summer. One of your absolute favorite times to go hiking. The mornings when you started out were still cool enough to be pleasant, before it warmed up in the afternoon as you were coming down the mountain. Echo reached into his pack, drawing out one of his water bottles. You dropped your own pack at your feet, doing the same. The water was still cool and felt amazing as it slid down your throat. There was a light breeze going, ruffling your hair in its ponytail and making a mess of the flyaways that had become unruly with your workout. Sweat cooled against the back of your neck, and you reached into your pack to get some more sunscreen. "Here," you said, tossing the bottle Echo's way after squeezing a measure into your hand. Echo's skin tone was slowly, but surely, warming and darkening the more time that passed. While he was still much paler than he should've been, and lighter too, he was getting better. And these regular hikes of yours were helping him regain his strength and endurance. The hike you were on today was a mild one in terms of difficulty, but a longer one in terms of length. The hike didn't have a lot of steep inclines, or portions of the trail where you were practically bouldering. Instead, it was a winding, clear, comfortable trek through the forests towards a clear, grassy valley and lake. It was one of your favorites, and you and Echo had finally taken a day to do it. Echo had pushed his sunglasses up to his brow to reapply some sunscreen, but he smiled briefly when he saw you looking his way. "Something up?" he asked. "No, just enjoying the morning." He smiled wider. "Me too." Within a few more minutes, you two were off again. A few more miles and breaks later, the trees opened into a scene that was so gorgeous it could've been a painting. The splatterings of colorful wildflowers throughout the green grasses, the purple-toned, snow-capped mountains, the sky so blue it made the fluffy clouds look even fluffier, the glassy lake, so clear you could see the mosses and rocks and fish in its depths. Beside you, Echo felt his shoulders fall slack with wonder. This. This was something he was never going to take for granted again. He'd lost so much time while in stasis, and never imagined he would get a second chance. But now he had one. He had his twin. He had his brothers in the Batch. And he had his best friend. All that, on top of this gorgeous, impossible view, Echo was happy. "Last one to the lake is a rotten bantha!" "Hey!" And you took off running after your best friend, laughter filling the valley.

Rival request ⚔️

Okay, this one took me a bit longer to put together, because who in the fucking hell would dislike you?!?? But then I realized, that's okay, your rival actually does like you, and you two are in fact friends, however, neither of you will admit to it because you've been mean to each other for years now and that's how it's going to stay, dammit, because Anakin Skywalker is one of the most stubborn SOBs in the galaxy and you find the situation kind of hilarious. You are constantly thinking up new ways to give him crap and rile him up. But your rivalry does actually start through frustration with each other. You got stuck treating his injuries once and he was not only being a total baby about it but he was refusing to follow the post-op care regimen!!! It exists for a reason but nooooo, not for Mr. Chosen One! You are fully willing and capable of sedating his ass if it refuses to get its injuries looked at (whether you've had to or not is between you, Kix, and Coric). But you also frustrate Anakin because Jesus Christ he's fine, he doesn't need this, so what if he hasn't slept in three days and has a six-month old blaster wound that still hasn't healed properly and a freshly broken ankle, he can walk on it still, so it's fine! But no! You just won't leave him the fuck alone! Through it all though, you have to admire his sheer determination and bullheadedness. It's brought him this far (once again, Victory!AU). And he admires the way you don't back down and okay, maybe you actually know what you're talking about. Once the twins are born, you sit him down (a fair amount of alcohol has been consumed already between the two of you) and tell him that he's a dad now. He has a responsibility to look out for himself and make sure he's still around to care for those kids. Not even Padme and Obi-Wan had managed to get through to him in that regard like you did. But the following morning and a pair of hangovers later (neither of you are willing to admit that night happened), Anakin and you still gripe at each other, but it's far more playful and has less heat in it than normal. But Maker, he still fucking frustrates you. And Obi-Wan is no fucking better lol.

"Shit, what the fuck is that?" "I'm not sure, but it'll get us drunk, so what the fuck ever." You scowled dubiously at the bottle of dangerously clear alcohol. Knowing Anakin and his durasteel stomach, he'd have picked up straight ethanol and not have noticed until someone else told him. This was the guy who ate bugs afterall. But nevertheless, you took another glug. You still choked a bit, but the previous shot was already spiraling through your system, so it went down a little easier this time. "How're the twins?" you asked, cringing around the taste. "Already walking," Anakin groaned. "Maker, I can't keep track of them. How is it I faced down armies and barely broke a sweat but chasing two womp rats around tires me out?" "Welcome to fatherhood, my friend." Anakin's response was to tip back the bottle and take at least three gulps. "Padme's an angel, I swear. She makes it look so easy. Doesn't help that the twins actually seem to listen to her." "With your face? I wouldn't listen to you either." "Ha-ha." Anakin flopped back onto the couch in his and Padme's apartments. "Where are she and the kids, anyway?" "Padme's gone off to some spa retreat, and I conned Rex into taking the twins for the night." "Ass," you said, but you laughed a little, the alcohol already doing things to you. "Should've called Obi-Wan. You wouldn't have had to con him." "Where's the fun in just asking?" You shook your head with dramatic exasperation. Oh, Anakin. "Speaking of the kids, you and Fives ever gonna have a pair of mini-ARCs running around?" "You just want to be an uncle." "Yep." "That, my friend, is what we call Baby Fever. Usually followed by Lovey-Dovey-Bitch Syndrome, and they're both incurable." "Fantastic. I can add them to my collection of diagnoses and medical reports." "Idiot." The night devolved from there into a night of drunken laughter and stress-relief for you both. As well as a pair of hangovers when Rex came by and dropped the twins off the following morning, not a trace of sympathy for either you nor his former General on his face. "Dad! Dad!" "Auntie Aria!" You and Anakin resolved to spend the morning with raging headaches and the kids you both adored. And when it came time for you to head out, he ruffled your hair into a mess and laughed as you cursed at him out the door.

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