#I'm willing to work with the plot beats they gave me

[thekimspoblog]

Look I'm just gonna say it: I didn't like the ending.

#better call saul #I'm willing to work with the plot beats they gave me #Jimmy can land his ass in prison that's fine it wouldn't be the first time #Kim is back to square 1 being in debt to Hamlin that's fine it wouldn't be the first time #but thematically the ending was rushed flaccid and a nonanswer to the bigger questions about inequality and injustice the show raised #men don't get to have an opinion on what kim wexler deserves #the writers don't “owe” me anything? Actually they owe me a lot they painted my portrait after all #they owe me a sequel or failing that a proper debate

[jewish-vents]

I am about ready to scream at goyim going "imagine if a country that was mostly one religion committed genocide other than Israel! imagine any other country being that awful!" I AM JEWISH AND CHOCTAW. My people have been massacred, forced off our land, raped, beaten, killed, death marched down to Oklahoma, forced into residential schools, been denied tribal membership and access to the reservation (and our own fucking culture) for being too light-skinned, Christians came in and beat and killed and raped everyone trying to practice our ancestral religion, Christian charity was contingent on you being willing to go along with Christianity, the government that has its' boot on our neck to this day is Christian, and goyim really want to act like NO ONE religious has ever done anything bad other than (((some people)))?! Choctaw women are STILL raped and beaten by police at four times the rate of white people and you know what the dominant religion in the state it's being done is? Hint, it's not Judaism!

Do you know why my ancestors converted, goyim? It's because the only people who ever offered them any kindness or support who weren't asking them to give up their language, culture and way of life were Jewish. The only people who agreed being forced off of your land and death marched to Oklahoma was fucked up were Jewish people. The only one who would let my great-great-great-great grandfather work for an honest day's pay and pay him the same amount they would a white person was a Jewish man. When white people wanted to take my great-great-great grandfather and his sister and put them in an Evangelical school to indoctrinate and mistreat them, it was a Jewish woman who straight up lied to them and went, "oh they're not Native, they're my kids, actually! no need to take them anywhere, they're not Native, they're white, the father of my bastards is just tan from working outside a lot!" and thus kept them out of there. They converted because they saw the love of G-d and it sure as shit wasn't from Christians!

And people see me and they think, "oh, he's not white, so he must not be Jewish. I can say antisemitic shit in front of him" and it makes me want to go fucking feral. Do they think I just forgot why my ass is in Oklahoma and why I can speak English and Yiddish and not fluent Choctaw? Do they think I forgot who gave my family a plot of land to live on when my ancestors were declared too light skinned to be allowed to live on the reservation while also not being able to return home because white Christians had built a town atop the ruins of my people's land? Because it wasn't you, Karen. You would have been saying Native kids were better off at a residential school and we both know it! We know it because you're fine hating a minority if you just have something you can spin into an excuse and you're fine dehumanizing people if the opportunity presents itself. "Imagine if any other religion-" I don't have to imagine. I'm in Okla-fucking-homa, Karen!

I've been observant all my life but this has switched it from 'lazily observant' to 'digging my heels in and being as Jewish as humanly possible' for the same reason I work my ass off learning Choctaw despite the obstacles: white goyim do not own me and I do not owe it to them to conform to their culture and expectations.

Am Yisrael Chai Akostininchi li Yisrael

(yes I know how to say it in Choctaw, my parents embedded that in my psyche, even if the rest of our knowledge of the language is spotty)

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#jewish vents #antisemitism #genocide tw #american his #anti-native racism #Choctaw

[maarrgarr]

The Unknown Heir.

masterlist of the Unknown Heir.

Gojo Satoru x fem! reader.

Synopsis: The reader returns after being gone for two years and leaving her boyfriend, Satoru, without giving him a reason. But now she doesn't come back alone.

Warning: English is not my first language, possible grammatical and spelling mistakes, some plot changes.

It had been a while since your argument with Satoru happened and since Tetsuo and Rumi faced the special curse. Luckily the two of them were fine, although they were still recovering, they could already train but they still couldn't go back to the missions. You couldn't say the same about your relationship with the father of your son.

Satoru and you didn't talk. Not since the argument where they both hurt each other with their lies. They didn't interact, they didn't look at each other and almost tried to avoid each other, but the latter was impossible. After all, you were his assistant.

But this did not please Yaga, who one day called them to her office. "What did I tell you the day I announced that you would work together?". You and Satoru were sitting next to each other and across from you was the headmaster, at his desk with a frown and arms folded. "I told you two that your relationship did not have to interfere with the education that you gave to the students." Yaga said and he was about to speak again, but Satoru beat him to it. "And I told you that we don't have any kind of relationship" you rolled your eyes annoyed at him. "And I told you that I didn't care. I don't know what happened between you so that now you two don't talk to each other. But whatever it is, fix it!" Masamichi concluded and left, leaving you alone with Gojo.

For a few minutes neither of them spoke. You knew that Satoru wasn't going to say anything and you weren't willing to do it either, or waste time. "Okay, I'm leaving" you said and you headed towards the door, but Gojo's voice stopped you, "How strange of you leaving without saying anything" was clearly sarcastic, causing you irritation. You turned around and faced him, "And what do you want to talk about, huh? We already said everything we wanted to say to each other." Clearly that was a lie on your part, you had something else to tell him. He got up from his chair and walked towards you, "You're right, I already told you everything I wanted to tell you, I don't have anything else to talk about" he said and left the room. You sighed angrily, you always hated the fact that Gojo always wanted to have the last word.

"And that happened" you told Ieiri.

Both were outside one of the school buildings, leaning against the wall. Shoko was smoking as usual and you were telling her how the meeting with Satoru and Yaga had gone. She just gave a "mhm" in response and blew out the smoke. "Do you know something?" you said as you watched Ryu run while kicking a ball, "What?" she answered you. "I really wanted to have a good working relationship with him at least" you were honest and she laughed, "What are you laughing at?" you asked her. "Did you really think you could have a good working relationship with Gojo?" She looked at you as if you had said something crazy, "Yes, I don't understand why I can't" you replied. "Y/n, you and Satoru will never be able to have a working relationship or friends" she said and you looked at her blankly, "Why not?" you asked her. "Because you and Satoru can't be friends, It's always been like this. Ever since we were teenagers, you guys could never be friends or just get along with each other. Because you and Satoru are everything or are nothing."

That phrase somehow hit your heart like a shot. "That's not true" you told her, but you knew she was right. "Oh yeah? Tell me one time when you and Satoru have been friends" you opened your mouth to answer, but she interrupted you, "And you don't count the times you two fucked without being anything, because outside the room you kept pretending you hated each other" you shut your mouth and realized it was true.

You and Satoru either loved each other deeply or hated each other deeply.

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#gojo satoru #gojou satoru x reader #gojou satoru x y/n #jjk gojo #jjk x y/n #jujutsu gojo #jujutsu kaisen x reader #satoru #satorugojo #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x you #jjk x reader #jjk fanfic #gojo x reader #gojo saturo #gojou satoru x you #jujutsu kaisen satoru

[respectthepetty]

10 QL Girls I Want Carnally

Because @twig-tea hit me with the tag in their 10 QL People I Want Carnally list sprinkled with women as @negrowhat requested, let me slide up in here to show some appreciation for only the ladies because the amount of GLs we have leaves me thirsty, and these women look like a beautiful stream in the dusty desert.

Honorable Mention - Namtan's Characters [Pluto]

I don't understand the plot of this upcoming series. Namtan is playing twins and one or both of them love May (played by Film). Full disclosure here, I don't give a fuck about the plot because I'm going to watch it regardless. I'm always showing up for Namtan (and Film and Clize). When I'm being offered beautiful women in a GL plot, I do not question the gifts God bestows on me.

Honorable Mention - Jung One [She's Makes My Heart Flutter]

Fucking Korea and its short ass shows! I only had this precious babygirl for one hour, and I would murder for her. I would treat her so well that she would never feel nervous about another thing in her whole life. She is like Jim from Moonlight Chicken, just trying to help her niece and run her bar, but I'll be like Wen and WORK FOR FREE because that's how much I want to be in her bed warming her up at night. Money ain't the only way to pay me for my services.

Hydration Station

Maya & Rose [Laws of Attraction]

Choke me. Maya AND Rose are my ideal throuple with me being the third. Silvy had me hot and bothered in her scenes with Joong and New in The Warp Effect (bisexual reawakening), and Organ had me hot for mommy in Never Let Me Go, so Laws of Attraction giving me both in a Be Gay, Do Crime plot was heaven sent. Watching them manipulate and beat up men, knowing they were going home to each other is the energy I need from all my GL plots.

Yuna [Semantic Error]

She rides a bike and has beanies for every occasion. She'd let me wear her hoodies. She'd let me wear her beanies. She let me ride her bike. She'd let me ride her. Her entire demeanor lets me know what's up without her even having to open her mouth, and I've already signed up for a two-month subscription before I even approach her. Whatever she wants to do, I'm down whenever including going down wherever.

Tee [GAP]

Let me say this with my full chest "FUCK, SAM!" If I was Mon, as soon as Tee would've asked my name, it would have been "Sam, who?" because TEE COULD GET IT! I'd let Tee fuck me in front of all her friends and God on that table. Tee's game was unmatched. No hate to Sam being inexperienced, but Tee obviously knew thangs and was more than willing to share her knowledge, anytime, any day, anyway. *bites knuckles*

Phai [My Dear Gangster Oppa]

I don't fuck with cops. But . . . girl definitely knows how to use handcuffs. And the way she always told Muffin to shut up did things to my sacral chakra that told me that even though I don't fuck with the police, I would 100%, without a doubt, fuck the police(woman).

Proud [7 Project]

This is going to be a theme in this list because I don't just want Proud from 7 Project, who deserved so much better than that horrible story. I want Samantha, the person who played Proud. Sammy has been in everything for a solid decade now. She deserves the lead already, and I deserve to watch her and those beautiful lips of hers make out with another girl again! 2024, do me and my girl right.

Luna [Sleep with Me]

She has problems sleeping. Like an actual medical diagnosis. Not even trying to take away from the seriousness of her condition but . . . I've heard intensive physical activity is good for sleep. I'd be more than willing to test this scientific theory out by fucking all night long. It couldn't be just once though. In order to prove a theory, we'd have to do it a couple of times. I'm great at pulling all-nighters and being an enthusiastic participant for *science*

Cher [GAP]

GAP gave me so many beautiful women, and all of them were mean to Sam. Blessed. But my favorite Mean Girl was Cher. I had her for only a few seconds, but I would leave my SO on vacation if I saw her walking through the resort. Her AND her girlfriend could get it. Call me. Beep me. If you wanna reach me.

Ray [Club Friday]

This bitch was crazy. And I. Loved. It. But playing crazy is apparently what this actress does best.

As Ray, she was wildin' out trying to have a baby between her husband, her husband's boyfriend, and her ex-girlfriend, and as Anthika in Midnight Museum, she was wildin' out trying to resurrect the savior. And you know what? I would proudly stand next to her and commit queer wrongs every day instead of demanding she come to her senses if it meant she was making me come every night. Ooookay.

Mayris [The Sign]

Is she open to a two-night stand with a girl? I don't know, but I'm sure the hell gonna try to persuade her.

Ink [Bad Buddy]

There is a reason everyone loved her in that show. In Magic of Zero, Pa was trying her damndest to get Ink to remember her, and girl, same. If I had a girl like Ink, I would be the brattiest bitch. I'd pout until she gave me all of her attention. I'd be pissy if she even looked at someone else. I'd want her all to myself and she'd have to lose her job because I'd keep her in the bed ALL DAY. Well, not the bed. We could pull a Pat and Pran and fuck on the couch, the kitchen counter, and outside after drinking.

The One to Rule Them All

Sine Inthira, the person, not the character.

I want this woman carnally. She could tell me to shut up in front of my friends and God, and I WOULD DO IT! She could say something that went against all my feminist beliefs, and I would not give one fuck. I would ruin my life for this woman. I would be peak toxic for this woman. Why The Eclipse cast her as the teacher and tried to make me feel bad for Khao's character was the rudest thing to ever happen in my bisexual existence, but I know where my heart lies because I was telling Ayan to shut the fuck up and let my beautiful angel speak.

LOOK AT HER! If y'all ever hear of an American sitting in a Thai jail after chasing after this woman, know that American is me because my ass will not be sane if I see her in person.

I'm only tagging one person in this list of women I want carnally.

💙Daddy💙

@dribs-and-drabbles, I'd love to know who you want helping you break in that bed after you move it in this weekend. You've been so focused on shared clothing when all I want to know is whose do you want to take off.

#tag game #multi bl #I love the ladies #and I thirst after them too #love to know what your type is #so I could be it

[liketwoswansinbalance]

A Title Guessing Game

If anyone can guess (or come close to guessing) the title of my SGE WIP longfic, or any of its details, I will post a brief excerpt from the draft. The fic's title is fittingly long, considering its anticipated length.

This is the title's abbreviation:

TOTSMOV41

I don't mind if anyone comes up with ridiculous answers either. If anyone does want to have some fun with the prompt, I'll be entertained, of course. So, have at it, in any way you want, as outrageous as you want! I’m literally inviting you to bring your assumptions.

You can comment below. Let the games begin!

Also, just so no one gets their hopes up, don't expect this fic anytime soon, not for months and months, or even a year or more, I'm willing to bet. It's going to take so long to organize my notes, arrange my outline more efficiently, and draft the thing itself, and I'm probably going to have to wait for a vacation to work on it. So, that's the status update though this is the first time I've really announced this fic formally.

Probably, the most abstract clue I could possibly offer you is this music. It is my fic's "theme song," in terms of tone. It's not entirely representational of the fic as the fic has some humorous moments. Yet, I've been associating this song with the fic, so it's my subjective interpretation. So, if you were to read the draft, there is a chance it would not fit 100%, so you can take the music in broad strokes, as some of the rising and falling plot beats or the shape of the story. (You can skip to around the timestamp 1:28 and listen from there onwards if you don't want to listen to the whole video.)

To me, the music evokes vibes like a phoenix rising from the ashes. When all is lost, when you've reached the "darkest night of the soul," and everything is hopeless and futile. The tension ramps up. Blood courses through veins, quickening. Becoming faster and faster, punctuated, overlapping. One trial after another. Trial after trial. It all comes to a head, a crescendo, the tension lancing through you. And you endure a hard landing, jarring your feet.

If you examine my description, you may find oblique, "symbolic" spoilers, so I doubt they'll be apparent. Anyway, I hope that I will be able to echo this tone in my fic, to be as "loud" and chaotic in certain parts of it.

But, when you guess, by all means, you can ignore the music, if you have any other ideas. To rule out some guesses, this fic is not exclusively a prequel-focused one.

Also, @heyo-428 this is the "crystal and bathtub" fic I told you about, if you're still interested. But, no need to engage if you don't want to! The answer may be more obvious to you, I suspect. And, if you want to, I'll let you present the miniscule details I gave you the other day.

#school for good and evil #sge #sfgae #the school for good and evil #tsfgae #my post #my fics #the one true school master of vault 41 #totsmov41

[finniestoncrane]

Ok I’ve this idea cooking in my mind brain for the the last couple days and I need someone to help make it a reality. Can get a little something with Arkham Eddie and his vigilante s/o who for the last couple of months have been having this strong bit of sexual tension between the two of them and after one of Eddie’s crimes fail and they have him cornered s/o decides “screw it” and finally decides to get Eddie in bed you can make it as grossly nsfw gutter minded as you want I actually encourage it

ok ok i love this??? i think him having sexual tension and a bit of flirty banter with someone is just HNG because honestly, he's a cheeky little shit and that's why i love him so like where he obviously lusts after batman, i gave him someone who is willing to reciprocate his weirdly obsessive affections

so yeah! here's my arkham riddler x gender neutral vigilante reader fic for you

frienemies

i'm sorry this took so long but i hope you enjoy it and i hope i interpreted it right, like i maybe took it slightly differently than you hoped but if i did just come back at me and i can work on it!!! 💚

minors DNI!! 🔞 cw for nsfw stuff like i went whole hog and the second half is just porn yw

"You're no better than that idiot detective d-d-detective. I'll beat every one of you that tries to stop me stop me."

His voice rang through your ear piece, shrill and taunting and so loud.

"They can all come after me, one by one, but none of them will surpass the levels of intellect it takes to beat this genius genius."

The warbled tones, sharp static and echoes were grating, but as long as he was talking it meant he was distracted.

"And I bet you think that because I can't see you, because you've evaded my cameras c-cameras, that you're somehow smart now now? But I can still hear you. I've got microphones, yes microphones, all over the city th-the city."

He didn't, and you knew it. Because you were splashing loudly through the sewers, potentially within arms reach of his workshop. And he was none the wiser. It was exciting, the thrill of finally facing him. Adrenaline pumped through your veins and underneath, a tinge of something more, warming your blood and flushing your cheeks.

"It's a matter of brains over brawns b-b-brawns, and while you're certainly very brawny, you don't have any brains brains."

Two whole months of trailing him, following his obnoxious little clues and riddles, spending hours of your time listening to him bang on about that bat as if he was the only vigilante who existed.

"Not that...I have observed your brawns brawns. Although, I wonder how much of that is just your little costume tume. We'd have to take it off to see what's really underneath underneath-neath."

You were jealous of him, actually. Jealous of anyone who had his attention more than you did. It was pathetic, really. But you'd spend so long thinking about him, studying him. How could you not have fallen for him, even just a little bit.

"I MEANT to see how little you had h-h-had, not that I want to see you out of your costume costume. You're vile v-vile. As if I would be persuaded by anything of that nature, let alone you you-you-you."

It was amazing how he could keep talking when you weren't even responding to him anymore. Could have been fear, you guessed. A habit he developed to drown out any of his deeper thoughts beyond crime, plotting and stupid puns. The way he got caught in his words was endearing though, and you hated to have to put an end to it.

"Surprise." You offered it in a dull tone, arms crossed in front of you and head tilted to the side, smile visible on your face, self-satisfied smirk gleaming in your eyes from behind your eye mask.

"Oh...shoot. You really do have to spoil all the fun, huh?"

"I hate to do it to you, Ed, I really do. Maybe, if you come quietly and don't make a fuss, I can show you the brawn underneath my costume, whaddaya say?"

His face beamed a bright and instant red and he furrowed his eyebrows. Taking his eyes off of you for a brief moment, long arms reaching for his cane that sat off to his side, he allowed you the time you needed to corner him against the slimy, brick walls of the Gotham sewers. With your arm under his neck and the other pinning his hands above him, you stared deep into his eyes.

Chests heaving with exertion, the space between you somehow drawing closer, you considered how handsome he was. How intriguing you found him. How two months of doing nothing but think of him had driven you past the point of rage and desire for vigilante justice, and had circled around to an intense crush.

It was the tension. The teasing, the obsessive notes left for you, the way he mocked you relentlessly, his attitude, his self-absorption. It was a bad thing to admit, but his constant bragging and self-congratulatory speeches had you truly believing that he was the smartest man in Gotham. Deserving of something better than the Batman, who was only stringing him along, mercilessly.

You could hear the longing in his voice, the way he spoke of him. There was a desire to be caught, to be interviewed and given a chance to unleash his inner thoughts to people who had to listen to him. And, as much as he enjoyed being elusive to the point of irritation to the GCPD, you could tell he was desperate to be captured, to be lauded for his crimes on the newspapers, to be the crowning achievement of Arkham's inmate population.

Why else would he leave a trail of neon green breadcrumbs leading right to him? He was lonely. Needy. And something about that notion drove you wild. The pathetic attempts at flirting, which he backtracked on as soon as he'd let them slip, the way you knew he watched you, constantly.

Without much thought, you kissed him, cutting off his ranting about how you should let him go because you must have been cheating blah blah blah. At first he was still, shock, maybe. Most likely defiance, not wanting to submit to feelings for someone who he should for all intents and purposes be hell bent on destroying. But he sank into it, straining his neck against your arm to get closer to you, deeper into the moment, tongue pressing out in hopes of getting more contact.

In a bold move, one that was incredibly risky and highly stupid, you eased off while keeping your lips to his. Removing your arm from his neck first, bringing it down to his side, placed softly on his hip. The other, warily removed from his wrists, allowing him freedom. Freedom to run.

But he remained, and with no restrictions his hands were flung quickly around your back, running up and down your spine desperately, pawing at you, scratching and grasping. They moved deftly to the front where he undid the belt and zip of your outfit, hands desperately clutching your bare flesh at the hips and using his powerful arms to spin you around and against the wall.

In a surprisingly submissive move, he fell to his knees, tugging at the material around your thighs to get better access. As you shrugged your shoulders and arms out, he yanked hard and exposed your body to the frigid and stale air before pressing his mouth to you, on you. He worked feverishly, tasting you, biting ever so gently where he knew it would elicit the most lurid reactions, tongue muscles, strong from the ridiculous amount of talking he did, finally put to good use as he teased your skin.

One hand against the wall to balance you, the other reached to stroke his cheek before travelling up to his hair, gripping it at the top and pulling him closer to you. His tongue, flat against you, lapped at your taste as he moaned and let you control him. But as you adjusted to the pleasure, deep pulsing waves of ecstasy ringing in your ears, he pulled away.

Mercifully, he began to kiss you again, dragging his cheeks, stubble delightfully brushing at your skin, down your neck and to your collarbone where he let his mouth hang agape, breathing in and inhaling you. Strength doubled with the adrenaline of arousal, he gripped onto you and turned you around with ease.

With your face pressed against the sharp texture of the wall, you hissed in pain and pleasure as he sucked on his fingers, lathering them in his spit before rubbing them against your entrance, although you were already embarrassingly ready and willing from his practised efforts of oral.

You could hear him unzip himself, spitting onto his palm and groaning as he stroked his cock and began to tease you with it, gently rubbing it up and down before easing the tip into you. He was an impressive thickness, and the sensation of just his head pushing past the tightness made you push yourself back onto him, both of you letting out a grunt as you took him in, whole.

It was interesting to note the absence of speech. You had imagined, and imagined a lot over the past couple of months, that he would be almost as insufferable during sex as he was in any other situation. A constant running commentary on the events. But he was breathy, deeply focused on the task at hand. The noises he did make were animalistic and carnal, grunting and growling interspersed with softer groans, an occasionally sweet whimper as he tossed his head back.

He whispered, most likely in an attempt to hide what he was saying, and you could hear your pseudonym being uttered softly with a growing passion, drowned out by the echoes of your bodies crashing against one another. It was sending you over the edge, and as you worried about how much longer he was going to last, impressed by his stamina and pacing, you knew you were unable to hold out much longer.

You called out his name, screaming it into the room, oddly intimate to refer to him by his first name but desperate to cry it out. Knees buckling, he held firm onto your hips as he began to tense up, fingernails in your flesh, spit seething from his gritted teeth as he held his tongue, fighting against instinct to praise you, to let you know you'd won him over. He came, hard, seed spilling out as he removed himself with a shaking moan. But his hands remained on your waist, soothing over the little dents where he had gripped tightly in orgasm. He leaned into your ear, kissing it softly before whispering.

"I can't let you win that easily. How about this time, you can go hide and I'll come looking for you. I promise you I'll be able to find you a lot quicker than you found me."

#finnie writes #arkham #arkham riddler #arkham!riddler #arkhamverse #batman #riddler #the riddler #riddler x reader #riddler x you #riddler fanfic #the riddler fanfic #the riddler fanfiction #riddler fanfiction #arkham games #edward nygma #edward nigma #edward nashton #gender neutral reader

[comicaurora]

Now Red, I gotta ask what the structuring work for this past arc was like. Like we know your main process is thinking through the arc in front of you then boarding in big batches and refining dialogue once you've done most of the art, but with all the moving parts and things to keep track of that you put in this Long Ass Section, I'm curious how you placed everything in your own head and what the process means for how you'll do your plot shuffling and arc structuring and such going foward?

Haaa jeez. Well, to start off, by the time I was beginning to board this section I had a few major beats I knew I was going to hit:

Zuurith sticks Kendal in jail (a comparatively late addition to the plot)

The gang witness a gladiator match

Erin accesses the Paladin archives and learns helpful information

Dainix is introduced

Tahraim and Caliban do their sneaky sneaky scheming

Falst and Alinua have a solo adventure sneaking out at night (the context for this adventure changed when I decided Kendal was going to be imprisoned)

Tess shows up (a comparatively late addition)

Dainix's crucible nature becomes an Issue during a gladiator match (the fact that he'd be fighting Kendal at the time was also a comparatively late addition)

Tynan attacks the city (believe it or not, there was a version of this arc where Tynan was not part of it)

SPOILERS

SPOILERS

In the original rough timeline I had them spending a few days in Zuurith, but I quickly realized a problem with that. With Kendal on the shelf and only Erin given any actual goals in the city, I was leaving the rest of the gang with nothing to do. Also, when I started boarding the dialogue, it occurred to me that Erin, despite his dedication and Cold Logic, would not be willing to leave Kendal in the mountain for more than a day, tops.

So that shrank the window I had to fill with shenanigans before Tynan showed up and all hell broke loose. Erin could spend it at the archive, Kendal could bond with Dainix before the big fight, and Falst and Alinua… had nothing to do.

And I could've left it at that and had them play Go Fish in the hotel room all day, but that felt like a wasted opportunity. If I put Falst in a notably hostile and unjust city and then just… left him alone, that risked turning the in-universe established fact of people being casually shitty to ferin into a tell-don't-show thing. The last thing I wanted was for it to seem like Falst was being oversensitive, that things weren't that bad or that he could've been hanging out in cities this whole time. Falst will always, always underplay the pain he's in. It was very important that I not shy away from showing the gross, bad side of his experience, because doing so could risk producing the opposite effect.

So originally Tess being chased by the guards was a total non-issue. They're barely a step up from faceless goons. But by shrinking the window and deciding to put some pressure on Falst, that gave me the idea of letting Tess encounter Falst along the way and increasing the heat on both of them. Originally I had Tess running around largely unattached, and since Erin was gonna be tucked up in the paladin archive the whole time, it was possible she literally wouldn't find him until the Tynan counter hit zero. That also felt like a wasted opportunity, but not a huge loss in the long run, so I wasn't playing with that just yet.

Getting Tess to meet them was easy. I'd always planned to have Falst try to break into the prison, although the addition of the minor skirmish between him and Alinua was a late-game concept I'm glad I could make work. In the very earliest concept for that sub-adventure, Kendal wasn't in prison, but Dainix was, and having seen him in a gladiator match earlier that day (a concept I quickly realized didn't work as planned because there was genuinely no way I could justify some of these good-hearted paragons sitting around watching something like that, and no amount of crankiness or surreptitious magical intervention to help out the underdog would counterbalance that implied complicity) Falst would've run off to break him out or pop a bunch of locks off random doors or otherwise cause hero-flavored mischief. In the process of sneaking out he would run into Alinua, who had independently had a similar idea but more in line of "I could tell they weren't healing up that one guy enough and I thought I could help." Then when they dramatically metal gear'd their way through the prison they'd arrive to find Kendal had also had the same idea and was already hanging out with Dainix. It was a funny bit, but the further along the story went the less it made sense and the more problems it raised, so I scrapped it and just used the "falst and alinua solo prison-break adventure" bit. As a bonus, the way it played out let me sort of bring Alinua's powers back down to earth after the show of power she'd displayed in Falst's intro arc - I wanted to make it clear that, while an absolute powerhouse, she was very dependent on certain environmental conditions to let her cut loose, and being stuck in the city left her pretty seriously nerfed.

Looping in Tess at that point was easy, since I could have her pop up wherever and she had a reason to interrupt them if she thought they could lead her to Erin. Having Caliban scare them off so they didn't interrupt their schemin' was another easy addition that helped tie everything together. Boom, connection made.

So I'd gotten everything sorted. Erin would have his day in the archive, Kendal and Dainix would have their knife-twisting gladiator match, Falst and Alinua had had their solo adventure and established that the city was kinda hostile. Tynan could intervene during the gladiator match and the heroes could converge on his location for the big final boss fight.

But then I decided Falst hadn't suffered enough yet, which is pretty typical of me, to be honest. I'd established that the guard pursuit of Tess was escalating over the course of the day, since they didn't know what kind of threat she posed and she was totally uninterested in explaining herself to them. So I decided this city needed a contingency plan for when a criminal or other target was too badass for regular guards. After all, prisoners were the number one source of gladiators, and good gladiators were badass. How were they capturing all these heavy hitters if they weren't even able to slow down Tess?

I'd done some behind-the-scenes worldbuilding of the internal bureaucracy and corruption of the prison-gladiator arrangement, and the fact I'd concluded was that Zuurith only cared about the prison, but the Arenamaster's dedication to "keeping the people entertained" had justified in his mind a slow escalation of measures involved in finding strong gladiators and pressuring them into putting on a show. It made sense, therefore, that there would be people who were not Zuurith's guards that the Arenamaster coordinated with to arrange the capture of more complicated or powerful targets. And who better to do that than trained warriors who'd already proven themselves capable of besting a wide variety of opponents?

Shrike was never intended to be a huge threat. Ultimately she's nothing more than a very skilled fighter with a comparatively quite weak stone-magic ability. If Alinua could cut loose or Tess was willing to fight seriously, Shrike would not be a problem for very long. But I'd conveniently trapped my heroes in a complex net of social expectations and a sense of personal responsibility that would prevent them from fighting back to their full potential. Now I knew what Alinua and Falst were gonna be doing before Tynan showed up: being hunted for sport. Hooray!

Somewhere along the line I concluded that I didn't want to just leave them running around aimlessly until Tynan showed up, so the best way to resolve this situation was for Erin to intervene - pretty much the only party member who had enough social and political power to actually shut Shrike down. That meant cutting his stay in the Archive short, but that was actually a nice bit of characterization - he hadn't really been looking morally great in this arc so far, so giving him a moment of unconditionally selfless sacrifice to bail out his friends was a nice touch. It also got the gang more coordinated in one place for the upcoming Tynan bossfight.

And then when Tynan did show up, oopsies! I had to split the party again. See, I'd realized somewhere along the line that Alinua's personal arc in this storyline had to end with her cracking the mountain open. I'd planted it too well to not pay that off. It also let me demonstrate another limit on her potentially utterly busted powerset by showing that Life does not do whatever she wants her to. So that meant I had to peel off Falst and Alinua for another little solo adventure.

In my original plan, the gang saving the city was not a direct factor. When I started boarding it, it became clear that that had been a very dumb oversight on my part. Kendal would be focused on saving the city by defeating Tynan, but everyone else would want to save the city in a more practical way. Falst and Alinua were covered, but it took me a hot minute to figure out what Erin would do - and it was nice to give him a nonstandard show of power to really highlight how much of a swiss army knife his powerset is.

And then I had to loop in Dainix, and I had to resolve the Arenamaster thing because leaving him as a loose end after all the nastiness he pulled wouldn't be narratively satisfying even if his empire was crumbling around him, and I resolved those two considerations pretty efficiently.

And that was basically the hard part over. I was finally getting everyone all in one place to fight Tynan, and that was going to be totally simple except for SPOILER and the SPOILER bit. What could go wrong??

#asks #behind the curtain #writing stuff

[peachymilkandcream]

The miscarriage thing gave me an idea. Evelyn hides her pregnancy from Levi. Then maybe she did something that made him angry so he, ignorant of her condition, beats her up, causing her to miscarry. How would they feel?

Levi x Evelyn -> I'm Sorry

(A/N: Sorry for getting to this so late but I'm back from the weekend baby and it's been great! Forcing my fiance to watch cheesy romance movies and other childish ones when he likes action was peak. But now I'm back to your regularly scheduled writing! Keep those requests/questions coming in and I'll try and get Break Me Slowly out tomorrow and My Husband, My Monster out Wednesday or Thursday!)

WARNINGS: implied noncon/dubcon, miscarriage, domestic violence, manipulation, mind breaking, yandere themes/behaviours, misogyny, forced marriage, forced pregnancy, etc.

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Evelyn never considered herself the smartest person, but so far hiding her condition from her abusive husband had been going smoothly. He didn't suspect anything as of this point, and since she was being willing in bed he was more gentle. She had been walking on eggshells around him, making sure not to make him upset in any way to cause his anger to fly out of control. The level at which she had to degrade herself to keep his good humour was downright humiliating, but worth it in the end for the safety of her child.

Her morning sickness and fatigue had been easily explained by a common cold that was going around. Which had worked more in her favour than she thought because after hearing that he took precautions to ensure that he didn't get whatever illness she claimed to have.

She knew she had to tell him, she knew it deep down, but the fear of what he would do to her and his child loomed in the back of her head. Would he treat the child the same way he did her? If it was a boy would he mold him into the same type of monster his father was? Or a girl who would be auctioned off for a dowry to a man just like him? Treated as property and nothing more than a baby making machine. This is what kept her mouth sealed as he discussed her cycles and how he was going to try harder when she ovulating for a child.

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Evelyn had kept it a secret, until she made a fatal mistake.

It had started when she began to deny him his marital rights, no matter how sweet and submissive she was he was still rough with her. Then she went on longer and longer walks, pushing the boundaries of her freedom without even meaning to. Secretly going into town to buy medicine to help her with the morning sickness. Levi watched it all and eventually concluded in his mind that she was trying to escape.

Which is what brought her to this moment, his boot connecting with her stomach over and over. His rage fuelled by a bad day and one too many glasses of scotch.

"You think you can just leave me!? After all of this, after how hard I've worked with you, how patient I've been! You're plotting to run away like a coward!?"

Part of her brain numbed her to the pain, thinking about the child that was surely dead by now. It was all her fault, she should've told him. And then he wouldn't be so hard on her. The risk of his increase in obsessive behaviour would have been worth it for a living child. It was her own stupid fault for testing his patience when she could have been more clever in keeping herself and the baby safe. It was her own fault.

Levi finally stopped when he saw the blood seeping between her legs. It had caught him off guard. There could be blood anywhere on her, but there...

"What is this meaning of this?"

His wife lies there and sobs, holding her stomach but not answering his question.

"Answer me woman!" He grabs a fistful of her hair, making her meet his gaze.

She stares at him with tear soaked cheeks, trying to get the words out. "The baby- I- I'm sorry-"

Stunned, Levi drops the hair in his fist, letting her head fall back down. The statement washes over him, making his whole body cold. What had he done? She would have been trapped with him by now if he hadn't been so heavy handed with punishment.

A small twinge of grief hit him, but not enough to cause him much sympathy. He quickly composed himself, remaining calm and cold as ever.

"I see. Well, there's nothing to be done about it now. Clean yourself up and I'll have you checked out first thing. Then, when you're healed, we'll try again."

Evelyn doesn't respond, sobbing into her hands even after Levi leaves her lying in the pool of her own blood. It was all her fault.

#break me slowly #levi x oc #attack on titan #levi ackerman #levi aot #levi x reader #shingeki no kyojin #yandere levi #yandere levi ackerman #yandere levi x reader

[the-resurrection-3d]

rambling thoughts on the finale now that I've watched it again (spoilers, of course)

Even as I was watching initially on the discord, I was shocked by how quickly things were going by -- Luz gets murked not even 25 minutes in, for instance. I've been thinking over the series's cancellation -- I've seen it argued Dana should have cut more stuff out, but in fairness, it's hard having to make drastic cuts in a short amount of time, especially when cutting out certain characters would have meant redoing plot elements, not to mention skipping over or rewriting entire characters' backstories.

I think about Luca vs Encanto -- Luca had a lot of ideas pulled out, whereas Encanto very obviously tried to cram an entire mini-series into one movie. I like Luca better than Encanto for a bunch of different reasons, but I have to ask, Should you try to tell a simpler story better or a truncated story as best as you can? The answer seems apparent, but there is something to be said about Dana putting as much as she could on the table and all but outright asking fans to enjoy rebuilding her vision in their own. It's one thing when certain characters and ideas can be taken and made their own standalone stories, but not everything can, and given the state of the animation industry, the chances of that new show happening would've been slim, anyway.

A show like The Owl House -- a queer story cut short by a company that funded homophobic politicians while chasing woke brownie points for good publicity -- feels like the best-use case for Jenkins's idea of fanfic as repairing culture, as fans are now left to take this obviously compromised text and show our love by doing the reparative work of trying to fill in the cracks. Even if you don't engage with the fandom much, your perception of the text is still informed by these cuts, so there really isn't a reason not to think of the show as the sum of its canon and your own reparative fandom experience.

I compare TOH to SU a lot in my head, and the reason I'm willing to be so forgiving towards TOH for having a lot of dropped threads and blank spots is because, unlike SU/SUF, I don't feel like the creators wasted their time. Arguably there are episodes in season one that can be cut, but it's nothing like SU, which spent just so many episodes across every season prioritizing Steven's relationships to the humans in Beach City and neglecting its actual main cast, only for SUF to then stand up and admit it was all for fucking nothing.

Speaking of SU, though, the Collector fucking off back "to the stars" at the end gave me similar vibes to Spinel leaving with the Diamonds, though I will give SU the point here. Literally why is the Collector leaving when they've just NOW found a support system and friends? When their powers would be immensely helpful for rebuilding the Boiling Isles? "to the stars" TO SEE WHAT. WHOM. even on my first watch I thought this was fucking lame.

My main issue is that I felt like there was a big Belos-Luz beat missing, especially when their confrontation in the throne room was just him saying "oh you can't beat me." I would have rewritten that line, at least. I needed just a little extra, especially since he ended TTT with telling Luz he's doing this "for the good of [her] soul." I loved the death scene though (he's so mentally ill <3), as well as Arin Hanson's Titansona responding to Luz asking if they're "just as bad" as Belos with "do you smoke crack?"

[sketching-shark]

I like Macaque as a character because im a sucker for edgy bastards but sometimes i feel like the fandom does 90% of the lifting and forgets whats canon and whats fanon.

And the LMK crew feels like they wanted to do the classic sonic-shadow rivality without realizing what made the rivalty/shadow a good character

aaaaaaa yeah @hoshihime98 edgy basturds can be neat! And in all honesty I feel like Macaque's character could go in some really cool directions but as is I really wish there was more acknowledgment of Journey to the West in people's fandom stuff with the lego show version of the Six Eared Macaque because it makes his whole deal extremely funny in a pathetic & tragic way. Like dude it seems that you've spent centuries ruining your life & trying to ruin the lives of everyone even slightly connected to Sun Wukong because the monkey you tried to murder-replace doesn't want to be your friend.

Also I don't know that much about speedy hedgehog lore so I feel I can't comment too much on what defines the Sonic-Shadow Rivalry or say that much about what makes Shadow a good character...so correct me if I'm wrong, but Shadow's whole thing is that he starts off with a hatred of humanity and a massive sense of violent pride in himself as "The Ultimate Life Form," but then he starts interacting with the world he once only sneered at and recalling memories of a human who literally gave up everything to save his life, and from then on he's still standoffish & prideful but does become willing and even happy to live in the world of what he once considered "lesser" beings, yes?

But tbh if that's the case I feel like that's almost the exact opposite of Macaque's whole deal. As I've said before, the thing that makes Macaque potentially so interesting and tragic in a pretty scary way is that his entire existence--which in JTTW is about the monkey king having to confront the the worst aspects of himself and overcome them--isn't really about him, but only ever about Sun Wukong. Heck, even in the 90% of the lifting for this character that you mention that often gives him super angsty backstories to explain his atrocious behavior a lot of the ones I've encountered don't really seem to be interested in him a unique individual, but mainly about what his relationship to the monkey king was like & how it shaped him & what it could be in this au or the other. In other words, even now and even in fandom he's basically not an independent entity, but only ever a monkey who's very identity is fundamentally tied to the monkey king. And this is for me the potentially most frightening and fascinating thing about the Six Eared Macaque; that in so completely tying his identity to that of Sun Wukong's--especially with the JTTW background of him literally fighting to BE Sun Wukong--he was left with functionally no independent identity of his own. So tbh even if the monkie crew wanted to recreate a Sonic & Shadow rivalry I personally feel like what we have is the somewhat humorously tragic case of a violently obsessed Macaque & a Sun Wukong who doesn't really care unless the shadow simian is deliberately going after people the monkey king loves.

As such, I am once again asking the fandom & the crew to acknowledge & work with this more unique relationship rather than drive their dynamic more into ye olde cliche of "wah you were my friend but then you weren't & now I'm going to be horrifically awful to everyone you care about until a bigger bad comes along & beats me up so that the plot can decide we have an excuse to instantly reconcile & so I can immediately become part of team good guy & we can be fwiends :3"

#monkie kid #monkie kid six eared macaque #monkie kid sun wukong #i do think lego sho macaque could have an interesting redemption arc #i just think he should do it away from the people he thrashed #& outside of the dude he's obsessed with who doesn't really gaf about him

[electricprincess96]

I've completed the PokéDex (pictures of my certificate to follow once I'm back in my house with my Switch).

Ranking of characters since I've done mostly everything now I've even finished "post game".

Top Tier:

Arven aka the only character this game actually needed. Arven is great, his storyline is touching and directly relevant to the overall plot and I felt the friendship we built with Arven felt more real. His backstory is basically N and Lillie from Gen 5 and 7 (aka bad parents) but with this particular gen and characters twist I'll give Game Freak this it's one storyline they can actually consistently pull off. I didn't like how despite the plot being about him the game likes to sideline him as much as possible much to its detriment.

Larry. Purely because he's so relatable, he's the only Gym Leader I gave a shit about, someone let this man rest. Let him eat his food and chill with his normal types.

Mid Tier:

Penny. Honestly she's low LOW mid tier but I'm putting her here purely because I hate someone else more and I couldn't justify putting Penny in the same tier as them. Penny's story makes no sense, there's absolutely zero reason for us, a random new transfer student, to get involved with Team Star or Penny at all. The fact they apparently stick so closely to their rules that they'd be willing to disband and go back to the school where they were bullied relentlessly purely because one kid beat them in a Pokémon battle is dumb and quite frankly the whole plotline felt entirely pointless and unconnected to the rest of the game. Also Penny once she's down in the crater with the other characters has probably my least favourite line in the game when she complains about having a father that actually cares about her RIGHT AFTER ARVEN TOLD THEM HIS BACKSTORY OF NEGLECT AT THE HANDS OF HIS PARENT.

The Director. I'll admit he grew on me. I found him super creepy at first but he got better. At no point did I think he was great but I grew to not hate when he was on screen.

The rest of the Gym Leaders. They were there, they exist, I have little opinions one way or the other on them they just sort of exist and weren't particularly difficult to beat even though I deliberately did the intentional 8th gym as number 6 (I sequence broke this game so bad, like I managed to finish the game with Arven's last Titan purely because I knew he had the best plot and that it directly led into the final plot).

The Team Star bosses. Boring, forgetful, wished I could skip all their cutscenes after the first one honestly. Dark Type guy had the best design and backstory of the lot of them but the game forgets about them way too soon after that storyline ends.

The teachers. I didn't do the classroom shit because if I want to play a school simulator I'll play Persona. BUT the parts I've seen of them they were fine, I think I'd like most of them at the very least better than the characters I've ranked below.

The "Sarah hated having you on screen tier":

Nemona. She's bad. I hate the implication she's holding back throughout the game because she's already champion rank. That could have worked if her final battle was difficult but honestly she's one of the easiest rivals I've ever faced. I hated how she was still hyperfixating on Pokémon battles while Arven is basically going through family hell, I don't think she was relevant to the final plot at all and you could easily have cut her and Penny from that section and you wouldn't really notice the difference. I never felt like we were actually friends with Nemona, I felt like she just sort of decided we were going to be her pet project for that summer vacation and we didn't really get a say in it, all im saying is after Hop and Hau's genuine attempts at giving friendly rivals actual character development this was a major downgrade. Also every time Arven calls her annoying he's 100% correct. I have one more major issue with Nemona but that ties into the next character im going to talk about.

Geeta. AWFUL. Worst Champion. Firstly why the fuck does Nemona idolise her so much if Nemona herself is supposedly also a Champion rank trainer? They should at the very least view each other as equals in skill, I'd argue Nemona was better although neither are beating previous Champions for difficulty, Cynthia and Steven would wipe the floor with these two. But seriously why in the post game am I allowing Geeta to boss me around like she's so much better than me when I've wiped her whole team out with like 2 Pokémon twice now? Why is she still allowed to call herself a Champion when she's clearly been beat multiple times? It diminishes the rank. I don't feel special for becoming Champion now because apparently we all get to just be Champion. Also Geeta is just annoying, I don't like her at all, she feels controlling and unworthy of her station and plthe power she seems to hold in Paldea.

The "Sarah really doesn't have an opinion" tier:

The Elite Four. The game didn't care about them so why should I. Can't even re-battle them. Ground type member was hot, that's about it.

Now this is MY list, I am aware most of the fans of this game won't agree especially with my opinions on Nemona but frankly I don't care. I didn't particularly like this game, even removing the bugs I think there was some glaring design flaws that held the story and the characters back from being able to really shine. I personally felt the characters in SwSh and Arceus just felt more real, they were more likeable and a lot of them had actual character development which just feels missing in ScVi for me. So anyway if I've missed a character assume I either didn't like them or didn't care about them cause I've clearly not cared enough to remember them.

#pokémon scarlet and violet blogging #pokémon scarlet and violet discourse #pokémon scarlet and violet spoilers

[artinandwritin]

A little writing practise I did yesterday at 11 pm. I wasn't really sure how to put the idea of texting each other down in a way it still feels natural, but doesn't slow down the plot. I kinda think I did a good job for once :)

This is for GusSiri's modern au during the time period where Siri is about a month away from finishing high school and Gustav is just,,, fucking around in college doing who knows what haha. Have fun!

Unread-Read;

S: I got full marks on my biology test. Mrs. Haddock gave me a sticker because she thinks I worked so hard.

Unread.

S: Did you know red carnations symbolize affection?

Unread.

S: I found it online.

Unread.

S: I thought you would like it, you told me once you like carnations.

Unread.

S: Can I send you some? I don't know if they'll come through okay with the post, but I'm willing to try!

Unread.

Siri took a deep breath and put her phone away - this was no use. She had scrolled through her past messages with Gustav Larson for what seemed like hours, and none of them had been answered.

Not a single one.

She didn't know what had happened between the two of them. One moment, he was texting her what felt like every other minute, sending her pictures of his homework, his dog Fanghook, or things in stores he wished he could buy but didn't have the money for - the next moment, nothing. Only unread messages.

Of course, he must be busy, Siri knew he probably was. He was in college, following classes to get a degree in teaching. He was probably making new friends, going out with them, getting drinks and probably not needing her anymore.

After all, she was still in high school, all alone. She had her friend Adelaide Jorgenson, sure, but all her other friends had already left to pursue a carreer. And now, even Gustav had forgotten about her.

She grabbed her phone again, her fingers trembling as she tried again.

S: How's Fanghook? He must be so lonely, now that you're studying so much.

Unread.

S: To be honest… I feel lonely too.

Unread.

S: I miss you.

Unread.

S: Gustav, I miss you. Can you please text me back?

Unread.

S: It's okay if you can't.

Unread.

S: I'm sorry if I've done something wrong.

Unread.

S: Or said.

Unread.

S: Just please text me back.

Read.

Siri's eyes widened as the two marks in the corner of her message turned blue; she leaned back against her pillows as Gustav started typing.

G: Im so sorry! Roommate hid my phone for a joke, couldn't find it for days.

Her heart jumped.

S: It's okay, I was just worried.

G: Can I make it up to you?

S: No, you don't have to, it wasn't your fault.

G: Yeah no, if you miss me I definitely gotta make it up to you. Of course, everyone must miss me so much, I was so legendary in high school.

Siri chuckled, slowly calming down as she typed a response. Oh, how she had missed his little remarks.

S: They don't talk about you anymore :'). But… I do miss you. Quite a lot.

G: Wanna go get ice cream or something when you get outta class tomorrow? I've borrowed this sick scooter from a friend, I'll come pick you up.

Oh. A strange whirl went through Siri's stomach; her heart felt really light.

S: That sounds a bit like a date, Gustav. Isn't that girl you had eyes for gonna be jealous?

G: Nope, turns out she already had a boyfriend. So there is no-one to worry about.

Relieve washed over her; her shoulders relaxed at his message. However, her racing heart kept beating, and her hands suddenly typed on their own.

S: Do you want this to be a date?

G: Um.

G: Maybe a little. Not gonna lie, you're cute. And you've always been nice to me even tho I'm sometimes kinda an idiot ;).

Butterflies, that's what they were. They were twirling in Siri's belly as her gaze was glued to her phone screen. Her hands trembled at every word they texted to each other.

S: I kinda want this to be a date too.

G: You do?

S: Yeah. I think so.

G: So I guess we've got a date ;))). Anywhere you wanna go?

S: The movies? They're showing Titanic again.

G: Sounds good to me. I'm gonna hog the popcorn, be prepared >:). And!! Pleasepleaseplease put on a thin dress or something. I wanna offer you my sweater.

Siri couldn't help but laugh softly, casting a quick glance to her wardrobe. A sundress may be best suited for his little request and oh, how she adored the detail.

S: I will! Can we make dinner at your dorm after the movie?

G: Yep, I'll just bully my roommate out. And afterwards I'll take you home nice and save.

S: I'll see you tomorrow, can't wait :).

G: See ya, can't wait either.

G: And Seer.

G: I miss you too <3.

A smile overtook Siri; there was nothing that could describe that special feeling she felt when he said that.

S: <3.

She closed her phone, putting it down beside her. Her heart racing, she slid further down onto her bed as she started up at the ceiling. Oh, this would be perfect.

This would be absolutely perfect.

@rosiethedragongeek for the tags!! Just a lil smt for funsies <3

#httyd #oc #how to train your dragon #httyd oc #how to train a dragon 2 #race to the edge #rtte #how to train your dragon oc #siri vínteri #gustav httyd #gussiri #oc x canon #modern au #artinandwritin's writing #artinandwritin's lore

[mewatchingstuff]

Some random initial thoughts about episodes 4 and 5 of PLL OS:

Minnie "Mouse"

- I immediately assumed she would be pulling a 'Hard Candy' with the dude, but apparently she's running some type of therapy scenario for people who have missing children?

- The general agreed upon theory on Mouse backstory is that she went missing for awhile and these new episodes keep going in that direction.

Tabby

- it feels like Tabby is starting to release her anger more and that's pretty enjoyable to see. I wanted her to full on beat the shit out of Greg and/or Tyler, but breaking Tyler's nose was good too.

- The Wes and Chip stuff. I don't know what the deal is for Wes other than him wanting to be involved with Tabby. Like what's his overall point in the show? Tabby already has trauma and tells Wes off, so what's his purpose for still being alive on the show? Idk. Chip, I really feel like he's the one who assaulted Tabby. He gives off the same vibe as Beaver from Veronica Mars.

-Tabby and her many movie references but the Chucky quote/mention while Imogen was having her emotional breakdown about her and mom and everything just took the cake. LOL! Tabby got to chill way out with the references.

Marjorie/Noa's Mom

- I hope actually does dispose of her. Not just for being a jumpy, blame passing bitch in the past but for being one in the present as well. The fuck is wrong with her? She jumped with the quickness to say the pills the Sheriff found weren't hers. Marjorie is so quick to allow Noa to take additional blame if it means she doesn't get caught. I can't even be mad that A made Noa snitch. Marjorie deserved it.

Imogen

- I like that she's still investigating because some of the other girls kinda forgot or just wanted to put A behind them because they went two weeks with no new messages from him. Completely nuts for them to consider it as an option to forget about it. Also for Imogen this is the only way she can process her mom's death and her own unsure future.

-I know she has a lot going on but I'm surprised she didn't question why one of her moms former school mates denied having any knowledge of Angela or the og 5, but snitched to Sidney about the investigation later. Like that should have been a major red flag for her. But at least she found one source willing to help.

- so Imogen most likely did get assaulted and became pregnant because of it. Apparently it happened the same night as Tabby's assault. That's fucking rough

- I don't think the girls thought out the whole "Imogen can take over th house payments!" plan. I know they didn't think it out. No way that one Halloween party in their small ass town will allow Imogen to make monthly mortgage payments.

A

- okay, so it's very telling that A doesn't break locks to get into the house but instead uses the keys. Very telling. Telling what? No clue.

-So going back to one of my previous posts, it does appear A is a renegade killer based on his last victim. He's not sticking to a planned target or group of targets. But his killings aren't random either.

Faran

- I'm nervous about her plot because they got her looking crazy for this Karen = Kelly stuff. But I do like how the writers predicted that is the direction the fanbase would go with the twins. It's a total red herring.

-How many times is she going to be knocked out of this damn ballet? She lost the Odille part twice already! Girl, just go to Pittsburgh with your mom and get into a good dance school.

- More Tabby/Faran scenes are needed. I very much enjoyed their interactions. Faran's taunt to Kyle and Greg after Tabby punched Kyle was hilarious. I love her so much.

Kelly

- The Kelly stuff is all 'Single, White Female' about Karen. She wants to take her place and A's involvement gave her the opportunity.

- This finally proves, for me, that Kelly and A aren't working together. Kelly doesn't seem responsible for Karen's death. It's clear that she is willing to take Karen's place as the main twin now.

#pll original sin #pll original sin spoilers

[gojira007]

Hey! Any tips for an artist who is new to writing? I've been itching to try my hand at writing stuff for my Sonic / Metroid AU, but I feel like I've been overthinking things and am not sure how to direct a plot.

I'm flattered you thought to ask me this, sincerely! Sorry I left it sitting in my inbox for a bit, but it's been a somewhat hectic month for me XD;  I also really wanted to make sure that I gave you the very best advice I could, so, all too fittingly, I turned to Queen of Pen and Paper herself, @sally-mun​, to help me nail it down just right!  I really appreciate her help.  And now, without further adieu….

 To start with, one of the most important questions you can ask yourself as a writer is "why".  Not just in a Logic sort of sense like World-Building, but in a "why THIS story with THESE characters?" sense.  “Why is X Character Taking Y Action?”  “Why this scene at this time?”  “Why do we care?”  Because the thing is, your READERS will end up asking these questions too, and asking yourself “why” throughout your process is how you help to craft a story that gives answers to those “why”s in a satisfying way.  To be clear, that doesn’t mean you have to get hung up on every last little detail; some things are better left unsaid or implied.  But the important stuff?  What motivates your characters, what shapes your story?  Those answers, you need to make sure are included in the story.

So this is a drum that @sally-mun beats a lot and which I myself have learned to advocate for: Outlines are your friends!  Do not be afraid to lay things out in a non-narrative format before you really start delving into the actual Writing of the story!  It is, in fact, a great way for you to achieve a lot of the goals/tips we’re talking about here without necessarily having to expend all the effort and energy that goes into Properly Writing A Story, with the added benefit of helping you keep your thoughts straight without having to simply rely on Memory.  That's not to say it's a no-effort short-cut, just that it is in fact a good way to really test out your ideas and give yourself the strongest guidelines for what the story itself will be before you commit to The Full Press, so to speak.  HOWEVER…   

…outlines can, do, and indeed should change over time!  Don't get too rigid in your planning.  Having some sense of where you're going is good, especially if there are any particular Themes or Emotions you're looking to tap into, but you can often surprise yourself with how a thing plays out once you write it VS. what it looked like when you conceptualized it in your head, and being willing to play off of the Actual Writing instead of holding too tightly to that original plan can often lead you to even better places     than you initially planned.  Keeping an outline can thus be a useful way for you to respond to those changes, a means of Going Back To The Drawing Board rather than having to Reset to Zero every time your story surprises you.

I've personally found a good way to pass the smell test of "is this     working?" is to try and look at it from an Audience Perspective. That is to say, if you were the person reading this story, how would you like this choice in how the story advances or the style in which it's been     rendered?  Getting outside of your own head like that, in my experience, can really help put things in perspective, and help you to re-evaluate     whether the story is shaking out in a way you like, even if it isn't necessarily in the way you planned. Admittedly, this can be a lot easier said than done, so a helpful way to get that Outside Your Head point of view is in reaching out to Test Readers to get their feedback, preferably one who doesn’t have a lot if any pre-existing information about your story so as to keep their viewpoint more objective.  Over time, you might learn to better take that role on for yourself, but even if you do, Test Readers can still be very helpful, and maybe more importantly, even if you don’t, there’s no shame in continuing to use Test Readers, ever.  

Lastly, especially if you're just starting out, don't be too harsh on yourself about things like, say, Word Repetition or Grammar.  Be mindful of those     things as best you know how, sure, but at least in terms of just getting     something down, I personally have found it more beneficial to just Do and then go back and see if you can clean it up on a Technical Level later, because something tangible and on the page is usually more helpful to making Forward Progress than The Idea In Your Head.  Indeed, something to keep in mind is that writing and editing are ultimately two distinct processes; it’s common among early writers to try and do both at once, but this can ultimately lead to things just getting locked up.  Editing is best remembered as the thing you do after writing.

#writing #artists #advice #gojira007 #thanks for the ask

[the-modern-typewriter]

also, can you totally do another really scary male villain (i'm talkin wouldn't want to meet him in a lit, populated area type scary) and a male hero who kinda (...?) knows how to deal with him, like has had history with the villain. if you can make it nsfw with underlying m/m tones it'd make my day~ <3

typical of me, I made the characterisation/plot/backstory whatever too long to get to any graphic nsfw content. Sorry? One day..."Do you know,” Angel said. “The number of times I’ve been dragged out of bed because someone’s called me up with some variety of ‘oh shit, it’s him,’ is getting ridiculous.” 

The villain, Majesty, paused at the greeting. His golden stare flicked up, assessing Angel in an instant. 

Angel stopped a reasonable distance away, politely, hands by his sides. 

The villain had been called other things than Majesty, over the years, never having particularly bothered to sign his work - but Majesty was the one that had stuck. He was the king of crime after all. Currently, judging by Angel’s quick appraisal of the situation, Majesty seemed to be looking for some form of information. At least, that was what the sobbing quivering wreck cowering on the shop floor suggested. 

“A travesty.” Majesty’s voice was as smooth as silk, for now. “You need your beauty sleep.” 

The voice, Angel found, was one of the clearest warning shots that Majesty gave as to his mood, regardless of how the actual conversation was going. It had always been that way. Smooth was good. Smooth waters were not necessarily safe by any means, but only a fool would get in the water with something already showing its teeth. Majesty showing his teeth would be Majesty picking a different voice to mimic, unnerving from the get-go. 

Angel hummed in agreement, keeping his voice light too as he moved closer. “So it would be good to wrap this up quickly, without too much innocent blood shed, if you don’t mind. What’s the problem?”

Most people who went up against Majesty died by sheer virtue of the fact that they assumed they could beat him, if they were only clever or fast or strong enough. Any attempt to outright attack led to termination. Most efforts to get in his way ended similarly poorly. Traitors may as well have bought their own coffin, nothing to be done about it. 

But, Angel had found, as much as Majesty delighted in pain, his larger concern was in whatever benefited him the most. If one presented him with a mutually beneficial solution, and didn’t disrespect the villain in the process, he was usually okay to listen. 

Or, well, at least, it seemed that he was willing to listen to Angel anyway. He hadn’t admittedly heard of it happening otherwise.

“No problem,” Majesty said. 

“The poor sod on the floor might disagree.” 

Majesty smiled, twirling his knife in one hand, before pocketing it.  "You know, I had noticed that they’re getting in the habit of throwing you at me like an appeasing sacrifice whenever they think I might do something. Finding some-” his voice shifted for a second to be exactly like Angel’s - “poor sod to scream was only too easy. Who needs a telephone?”

Angel stopped dead in surprise. His mouth dried.  “You...this is because you wanted me to see me?”

Majesty’s voice was back to silk, almost a purr.  “They’re practically conditioning me to violence.”

“Why did you want me to see me?”

The area around them was silent, empty. Anyone who could flee had already done so. There was security, of course, snipers and swat teams and the usual, but they all hovered and circled without getting too close to Majesty’s range of attack. And, well, Angel had never been more aware of the fact that meant he was alone with the villain. 

Majesty leaned back against the counter, the glass broken, though the diamonds in the case were largely untouched. His head tilted to one side. 

“I’m curious,” he said. “Do they know our history?”

Angel’s heart slammed, his gaze flicking to the cowering stranger, but he simply shook his head. “Strangely, I don’t advertise the fact that your my...ex, for want of a better word.”

He’d known Majesty in the early days, when he was simply Thane, and before Angel was Angel. It hadn’t exactly been a relationship in the domestic, committed sense so much as series of one night stands that didn’t stop at anywhere near one night. Closer to a few times a month for close to three years. Sometimes their meet ups would be quick, other times whole nights and a day. One memorable time there had been a long weekend getaway. But they had never got involved with each other’s lives - their dynamic not so much as a secret, as simply casual. They’d both been busy trying to get other things to work. 

It didn’t even end badly or anything, all of the other things had simply ended up taking more and more of both of their time. Until other things suddenly meant they had something that could be called a professional working relationship.

“Why?” Angel pressed, when Majesty said nothing. “Has someone said something?” 

“Do you want them to?” Majesty asked. “Because I have heard your reputation doing rather well from all of this, now you mention it. The man who can leash Majesty.”

Angel’s mouth was definitely dry now. Sandpaper would have felt less harsh. 

“I don’t think, uh. I don’t think anyone’s saying that. You don’t really give off a particularly subby vibe.” Angel took a step closer, though it was a gamble, and a raised a brow. “Certainly not to me. Didn’t I just essentially come running when you called? Pretty sure that’s what’s obvious to anyone else too after this little show.”

Majesty tracked his every movement like he was ready to pounce. 

Angel stopped in arms reach, tipping his head to match Majesty’s posture.  “And if they were saying that,” Angel said, “I didn’t imagine you would be the sort to care.”

“Reputation is not everything in our world, but it certainly helps.”

Majesty’s voice was soft, dangerously so.

Angel could practically feel how wobbly the precipice of safety was beneath him, less a crumbling cliff face, and more a very thin veil. An illusion. That had never been the case when they were together, given the circumstances had been entirely different, but he’d learned to scope where the lines were. 

No, Majesty didn’t care what people thought of him in the strictest sense, but he did care about power. People forgetting that led to the whole inconvenient drama of having to put them back in their place again, didn’t it? And who had time for that when there were more interesting things to be getting on with.

“And would you rather have to deal with some dumb idiot who isn’t me when you’re freaking out the local populace?”

It seemed to be the right comment to make, because Majesty snorted. He straightened from where he leant. “No. At least you’re pretty to look at when you’re being aggravating.”

“So long as I get sufficient beauty sleep.”

There was something on Majesty’s face, a look that Angel hadn’t seen in quite some time. Not really since everyone began to refer to Majesty as him in a whisper, like they might summon the devil if they spoke too loudly. 

Hunger. Want. Lust.

Ah. 

“Been a while, has it?” Angel managed. “You have been busy causing chaos.” He wet his lips. “Perhaps it’s time for a break, then.”

Majesty stepped closer, tracing his fingertips up the line of Angel’s throat, studying him. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“On many levels.” It came out quiet, a murmur. It was true. It shouldn’t have been true, given that he’d promised himself that Majesty was an old habit he needed to very much break the second work got involved. “We had a lot of fun.” 

Majesty’s fingers stopped beneath Angel’s chin, tilting it up. 

“It will not be a card you can use,” Majesty warned, “in our negotiations. If you try...”

“I’m not going to try.” Angel glared at him. “Screw you. You will never be able to buy me. So if that’s-”

Majesty grip tightened, before Angel could pull back. 

“Good. We’re on the same page then.” 

Angel’s glare softened. His heart pounded all the more wildly in his chest. 

This wasn’t how he’d expected his night to go, but...

Even despite everything that had changed for them, the old memories and instincts always buzzed beneath the surface. No one else had ever got him in that way quite like Majesty did. In that, if nothing else, they’d been a perfect fit.

“You going to let them go unharmed?” Angel asked. “Seeing as this wasn’t entirely about work.”

“This is work,” Majesty replied. “Otherwise I’d already have you pinned to that counter, writhing in that maddeningly tight outfit you insist on wearing, Azra.”

It had been a while since Azra had heard his real name, and not his alias, certainly on those lips. A shiver ran down his spine. He held his ground though, because, well, this was work. 

“Then as far as work goes, you going to let them go?” Angel inclined his head at the hostage. “They’ve served their purpose, and they’re not going to talk to anyone about this. If they were, you wouldn’t be holding back.”

Majesty waved a hand at the civilian to scatter. 

The usual place. Majesty’s voice sounded in his head that time. One hour. Don’t be late.

It only occurred to Angel, later, that he’d never asked exactly why Majesty was apparently willing to play ball with him. At least, a little. 

But he thought he knew.

#hero x villain #villain x hero #villains #heroes

[halfmoondaze]

Hi! Would you be willing to write about a reader with OCD and or anxiety?

If you are willing would you be able to write OCD in the aspect of obsessive thoughts and the need for things to be the same/ routine. Like always having to have the same things for breakfast or always the same coffee order. Idk if this even makes sense lmao

author's note: Im sorry, I took a different approach to this request. I decided to focus on the reader dealing with the fact that she had OCD just because I couldn't think of any plot surrounding the daily routine of the reader while having OCD. I'm sorry about it, but I hope you still like it.

Personal Records

You sighed as you waited at the other side of the line for Jack to pick up. At the third beep, he answered.

“Hey babe”

“Hey, how’s the tour going?”

“It’s good, I’m having my first show this weekend, and I’m very excited about it. But tell me about you, how you’ve been doing?”

“Everything’s fine”

He quickly picked up on your change of tone of voice.

“Are you sure? You know, if something’s wrong you can tell me, you know that?”

You sighed. He did know you like the back of your hand.

“It’s nothing”

“It doesn’t sound like anything” he said.

“I’ve been…feeling really anxious lately and I don’t know why”

“Hm…have you thought about going to therapy again, you told me it helped you a lot in the past”

“Yeah, but I don’t know…”

“Hey, there’s no shame in asking for help, I know you’re so used to doing things on your own but we all need help from time to time, so don’t beat yourself up over that”

“You’re right, yeah I’ll do that. So how was the show?”

Following my conversation with Jack, I decided to follow his advice and go to therapy.

I had my first session yesterday and I didn’t know what to talk about. I decided to give it some thought while I waited for my next session. Before I knew it, I had made a long list of all the things of things I compiled throughout the week every single time I was upset or anxious.

By the time my next session came around, I got some confusing and surprising news.

I had OCD. “Oh no this is not good”

“Y/N, there’s no reason for you to be scared of this-“

“No, no you don’t get it. I would start imagining that I have different symptoms and obsessed over them”

“Well Y/N….you actually have all the symptoms”

Even though this was kind of confusing, I was still happy about getting a diagnosis, because, in a way, I felt less alienated about what I was feeling for the longest time.

Today Jack was performing at the University of Massachusetts and even though I was happy for him, I just couldn’t help feeling extremely anxious about it, but I couldn’t put my finger on what exactly was bothering me.

I had just finished my Italian Renaissance Art History Class, and I was currently sitting in the food hall with my best friend Cove.

“…and I don’t know I think it was a completely valid point, don’t you think?”

You snapped out of your head.

“What?”

Cove gave you a look.

“I’m sorry I've just been a bit anxious”

“I can tell” she said laughing. “What’s wrong?”

“Jack hasn’t responded to my texts in a while and I’m starting to get worried”

“About?”

“You’ll think it's stupid”

“Try me”

“I- I can’t help thinking something really bad happened. Like yesterday I googled University of Massachusetts shootings and bus crash just to make sure nothing bad has happened”

“I’m sure everything is fine, why don’t you just give him a call?”

Maybe she was right. That night, while getting some work done, she got a call from Jack.

“Hey, babe”

“Jack, hey” you said trying to hide the distress in your voice.

“Are you ok?”

“Yea, why you ask?”

“Your friend told me you were distressed but she didn’t go into a lot of details. What’s wrong?”

There was no point in hiding it anymore.

“My OCD was acting up again”

You got into everything that happened these past few days and he listened to you.

“Hey, there’s nothing to worry about. I’m sorry I didn’t call you, I got caught up-“

“No, you don’t have to apologize”

“I was going to surprise you, but I figured I just say it now. I was planning on stopping by your campus and visiting you”

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah, I figured you probably needed to some company”

It was though coming to terms with what Y/N was going through but knowing she had a support system around her was comforting. It made her feel like it would get better, and she was deeply grateful for having that in her life. 

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