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satansapostle6 · 4 months

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Kids | Rodrick Heffley

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Rodrick Heffley becomes obsessed when he finally meets his thirty-five year old band mate, Bill Walter’s, younger sister.

Warnings: Mature themes/language. Drug use. Violence. Almost smut. Choking. Semi-public. Knee riding.

“The Angel From My Nightmare”

“10 Things I Hate About You”

“Alright, go have fun. Come get me if you need something,” Sara told her younger brother.

“Do you have to stay?” Connor complained as she and Lauren sat at a table.

“Sorry, kiddo. We gotta have fun too,” she teased. “Go. Have fun. We’ll be all the way over here, you won’t even know we’re here.”

That turned out to be completely wrong.

“It’s super crowded in here… Even Heather Hills and her friends are here tonight,” Lauren observed.

“Ew. She puts the ‘bully’ in bulimic,” Sara muttered.

“Yeah, even I’m not that far in denial,” Lauren agreed, turning as everyone noticed a loud feedback coming off of the DJ’s microphone.

The music stopped, and no one knew what was happening.

“Alright, enough of that,” Rodrick Heffley’s voice blasted over the speakers, replacing the music that had been playing.

Everyone at the roller rink stopped to see that he and the rest of the band had set up near the DJ booth, completely hijacking the music.

“Oh my God,” Lauren whispered, looking to Sara. “Did you know about this?”

“No,” Sara hissed, looking at Rodrick in horror.

“We are Löded Diper, and we’re here to blow your minds,” Bill joined in.

“Oh my fucking God,” Sara murmured, trying her best to blend into the crowd as she scooted as far down the bench as possible.

But she quickly found that anonymity definitely wouldn’t be in the cards for her tonight.

“I’m Rodrick. Rodrick Heffley,” a shaky voice breathed into the mic.

“Hurry up!” someone’s dad yelled, more irritated about not hearing music than the whole music hijacking situation.

“Alright, uh… I’m here to sing one song. It’s a very special song, that goes out to a very special girl. Sara? Sara Walter?” Rodrick desperately searched the crowd for her.

He eventually found her, staring right at her as everyone in the roomed stared, including Heather Hills and the other ‘popular’ girls. Sara’s eyes widened with rage as her little brother and his friends all stared in her direction.

“Sara,” Rodrick stared, his eyes full of fear. “I… I’m sorry. You’re the prettiest, smartest girl in the world.”

Sara’s face went pale as she slowly turned to Lauren with all eyes on her.

“What the fuck?” she mouthed silently.

It seemed no one had anything to offer.

“Sara, I know you’re probably mad at me, and you probably should be. You’re beautiful, and you’re kind, and I don’t deserve you,” he blurted out as everyone watched.

Heather and her friends were now whispering and pointing in disgust.

“Listen, Sara, I get it if you never wanna talk to me again… But I really, really like you,” Rodrick announced in front of the entire building.

“Get on with it already!” another impatient onlooker shouted.

“Right, yeah, here goes,” he continued, rambling as he signaled to the band to start playing. “This song is for you, Sara Walter.”

Bill waved to her excitedly, completely unable to read the room as he tried to make the situation less intense. She watched, completely frozen as the band started playing. It was a bit rocky in the first few seconds, but then, she immediately recognized the song after the first few chords.

Struck by the effort that went into coordinating the entire thing, Sara could hardly control her racing thoughts. She didn’t know whether to be angry at Rodrick for the spectacle, or charmed by the gesture, or creeped out by the entire thing.

“And I’d give up forever to touch you…” the sixteen year old boy sang shakily in front of the crowd, his vocals questionable at best.

“'Cause I know that you feel me somehow

You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be

And I don't want to go home right now,”

Some people in the room, namely Heather’s group, laughed and whispered as Rodrick took the stage. Eventually, the teasing throughout the room got to be brutal, but he still persisted, trying his best not to break.

“God, he’s an idiot, but I still feel kinda bad,” Sara murmured.

“Sara. I’m gonna be completely honest with you,” Lauren raised an eyebrow. “You need to go kiss that boy right now.”

“Seriously? I’m just gonna run back into his arms because he made a fool of himself for me?” she reasoned. “That’s his whole brand!”

“Sara,” Lauren reminded her, her approach stern but caring. “Would Jake Anderson ever have performed your favorite slow song for you in a room full of people, even if his singing was pretty dog shit?”

Sara sat in silence for a moment as everyone still looked over at her, trying to gauge her reaction.

“What about Tyler Hayden? Or Lenwood Heath?”

“Okay, I get your point,” Sara said softly.

“I haven’t seen anybody give this much of a fuck for you since you were with Nadine,” Lauren admitted. “And you know how much I liked you guys.”

“Yeah,” Sara thought, considering her options.

“I think he really means what he says. Even if he’s fucking stupid,” Lauren told her.

Sara just sighed, looking up at Rodrick on the platform as he sang for her, never taking his eyes off her even once. It was the only thing keeping him grounded.

“And I don't want the world to see me

'Cause I don't think that they'd understand

When everything's made to be broken

I just want you to know who I am,”

He sang like his life depended on it, which it kind of did. As much as Sara hated to admit it, she saw a look of genuine regret in his eyes that day. All she could think about was how much she really did like Rodrick, all the way until the end of the song.

It ended and a complete silence washed over the room, as just about everyone just stood around waiting for a resolution. Even security had been waiting until the spectacle was over to intervene. This wasn’t the first time this had happened, but it was the first time that yielded any interesting results.

Of course, Heather and her friends wouldn’t stop whispering, but Rodrick refused to pay them any mind. He cleared his throat as the song ended, staring out at Sara with a sad, dopey look in his eyes as he prayed she’d forgive him.

“Fuck it,” Sara muttered to herself, walking out onto the rink.

She marched up to the platform looking both angry and confused. Rodrick didn’t know what to expect, and slowly stepped down in shock. He stood right in front of her, walking up to her as he waited for her to react to him in some way.

“I’m sorry,” he started to apologize, “I didn’t know how to make it up to you—”

“I don’t care,” she said finally, a resolve in her eyes.

“What does that mean?” Rodrick asked, ignoring the girls who were pointing and making fun.

“That means, fuck it, Rodrick Heffley, I’m really starting to like you too.”

Rodrick’s grunt of surprise was muffled into a spontaneous kiss as Sara jumped into his arms, which was met with a mostly positive reaction from their audience. He was hesitant at first, slowly warming up to her again as he scooped her up in his arms, kissing her lips like he’d never get the chance to again.

After a moment, they remembered where they were, and Rodrick awkwardly set her down on the ground with reluctance. He looked up and down nervously, not sure what to say now.

“Can we go?” Sara asked, uncomfortable as she looked around.

“Yes,” he nodded automatically, willing to comply to her every whim, “Yes. We can.”

After being kicked out of the roller rink, again, Rodrick and the rest of the band walked out to the parking lot, reviewing their performance that night.

“You know, I know we’re metal and all, but that was fucking beautiful,” Ben seemed to be teary-eyes.

Rodrick and Sara stepped outside for a moment, as she leaned against the wall in silence, trying to think. Knowing what might comfort her, Rodrick pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, opening it as he offered it to her. Nodding appreciatively at the gesture, Sara took one and held it in her mouth as he lit it for her.

“I’m sorry,” Rodrick blurted out finally, a pained but far away expression on his face, “I, uh… I didn’t know how else to show you I meant what I said. That I really, really like you.

“It’s okay,” Sara sighed, just hoping to move on from the issue, “I understand. Really. We all backtrack. I’m over it.”

“No, really. I don’t want you to think I made a scene just to distract from the way I acted,” he said slowly. “I really meant what I said—”

“Rodrick,” she said, eyes wide open, “It’s fine. It’s done. I’m over it.”

“No, I owe you an explanation,” he sighed, “I… I’ve just never had a real girlfriend before…”

“Dude, this isn’t exactly breaking news,” she looked at him with dead eyes.

“Okay, can you just not be a total fucking asshole for like one second?” Rodrick demanded with laughter.

“Okay, fine,” she threw her hands up in surrender, “I’m listening.”

The look on her face was less than convincing.

“You’re a bitch,” Rodrick laughed, no longer able to take himself seriously, “You’re a fucking bitch,” he pointed at her, his finger less than an inch from her face.

“Oh yeah?” she teased with a light chuckle, cigarette butt dropped to the ground and forgotten.

“Yeah.”

He stood in front of her, trying to remain serious as he leaned against the wall, his hand resting just above her head.

“You’re a fucking bitch,” he repeated playfully, trying to perfect his more serious demeanor.

“Am I a bitch, or are you just a little bitch?” Sara proposed, intentionally provoking him.

“No. You’re just a bitch,” he promised her.

Neither were sure exactly how it happened, but as he got in her face and challenged her, he attempted to jokingly pin her to the wall. At first, this entailed his arm resting on her chest, but then suddenly turned into something else entirely.

Rodrick didn’t intend it at all, but suddenly, the both of them found his hand slipped as he held her by the throat, still grinning.

“You’re such a fucking bitch,” he told her, before coming to and realizing that he was actually choking her.

First, his eyes fluttered as he realized the mistake he’d made, but once he saw he’d reaction, he felt himself giving into it.

“Fuck,” he moaned out loud, his finger pads pressing on her pressure points harder.

She softly sighed in excitement, the contact with the pressure points heightening the experience even more. Rodrick looked at her with pleading eyes as he choked her, admiring her gratuitously.

He leaned in to kiss her, groaning into her mouth as he pressed her against the wall with his large hand wrapped around her neck. She reacted by pulling him in by the collar, making him feel something even more euphoric. She deepens the kiss, tongue slipping into his mouth as he slowly moved his leg up her body, not stopping until his knee trailed down to her center.

For just a moment, he stopped kissing Sara, huffing softly into the warm skin of her neck.

“Is it bad that I kinda wanna see you fuck my knee right now?” he wondered.

“Yeah,” she nodded. “And it’s hot.”

He chuckled happily as he sucked on her neck, roughly biting and sucking. He pushed his knee against her, practically fucking her with it against the wall behind the roller rink. She quietly groaned in frustration as she tried to align herself perfectly on his knee.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he gasped, eyes closed as he kissed all over her neck. “I hope you know you could ask me for anything. I’d do anything for you, or to you.”

“You’re so sexy,” Sara whined.

“I’m serious. If you wanted me to, I’d eat it from the back, and enjoy it,” he said completely deadpan. “All I wanna do is take you home and lay you down and make you come any way I know how.”

“We should probably stop this,” Sara thought intuitively, “Before this wall ends up pregnant.”

“I can’t control myself when I’m around you. And not cuz I think you’re hot,” Rodrick stated. “Honestly. I just see you and I wanna give you everything.”

“You already have,” she confessed, never having seen anyone so willing to risk things for her.

A/N: not sure if this is good, wrote it after doing a line

#rodrick heffley #rodrick rules #rodrick x reader #rodrick heffley x reader #rodrick heffley x y/n #rodrick x y/n #diary of a wimpy kid rodrick #diary of a wimpy kid #doawk rodrick #doawk #rodrick smut #rodrick heffley smut

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foodsies4me · 2 months

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I really like your bolos series! Though, each chapter I wonder ‘is this when the trainees come in and hijack the story’ so that’s a new development. Never had that thought before when reading a fic😂

Anyway, I’m really enjoying the story so far and getting already attached to Alec’s new gaggle of children and your other OCs

Could you say something about the setting/worldbuilding? Is it the same as your Golden series? In terms of Alec’s standing with other institutes and the clave and how things are with the downworld and things like that (Don’t feel pressured to answer!)

I am delighted to hear that thought crosses your mind. No the trainees aren't at the hijacking the fic point quite yet, though the rookies sure are doing their best to pick up the slack, but they'll get there. And when they do, the poor inhabitants of the Spiral Labyrinth won't know what hit them.😂

I am sorry for the long ramble that's going to come your way, but talking about worldbuilding is something that puts me straight into infodump mode.

The worldbuilding is slightly different between Bolos/Bridges and the Golden series (that is getting another spinoff because of a particular someone who knows who they are). Alec is only an Acting Head at the moment though that's going to change because the Clave aren't the only ones that can be scheming in the background, whereas in the Golden series, he becomes the HOTI pretty early in the fic. Standing wise, Alec has earned himself a LOT of brownie points/respect in the eyes of those present during the meeting with Magnus. So, he's got a pretty good standing at the moment with several institute heads, which will help later in the story.

The Mumbai incident is still a thing that happened, though, so maybe not brownie points everywhere. Also, that means that the backstory for Arjun getting to the institute is still the same. Then again, the backstory for most trainees - not that any of it has really been given - is mostly the same between Bridges/Bolos and the Golden series. The only exception I can think of is Max, who didn't have his traumatic near-death experience after Maryse and Robert failed at being parents again.

The situation with the downworld is completely different from the Golden series. Without giving away too much, there is a reason Magnus is acting the way he is, and as you can guess the Clave/shadowhunters are mostly to blame for it. The dynamic with the Elders is also different given that a lot of downworlders live in the Spiral Labyrinth at the moment and the warlocks don't want to simply rule over the others, so to speak. Also, Magnus' dynamic with the rest of the downworld is very different for reasons already mentioned in passing but will be mentioned in more detail in later chapters. But yeah, Magnus is a far bigger deal in this fic than he is in the Golden series, even with him being one of the Elders in the Golden series.

Some of the worldbuilding when it comes to the cultural aspect is similar. The different names and forms of address still play a role (and one day I will get to writing down the Nephilim naming thing in a chapter without the muse deciding to throw it out in favor of something else). The greetings are different though! As are the marriage traditions, outside of the gold for shadowhunters and blue for warlocks. Also, the family oath that Alec used isn't a thing in the Golden series.

The dynamic at the institute is slightly different as well. Alec's shadowhunters still respect him, but he's not as close with some of his fellow shadowhunters as he is in the Golden series because the "let's ridicule the latest bigot, who decides to be awful"-punishment isn't a thing. And, nothing to build a good rapport with your shadowhunters than to have them watch as you kick an asshole's ass while you're wearing a ridiculous outfit.

I ended up rambling a bit more than anticipated, oops. But yeah, these are some of the differences/similarities between both verses.

#foodsies rambles #foodsies writes #thank you for asking #I have so much worldbuilding for both fics #I don't know where to begin #also the spiral labyrinth is different #but that's all I'm saying #because spoilers

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bihansthot · 8 months

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First of all, just know we are all here for you. It will take time to heal, so I won’t bother asking if you’re doing ok, when clearly you are hurting.

We love you and we want you to take care of yourself. Give Denny lots of hugs!

And secondly, I honestly can’t think of any other nickname/pet name Reiko would call his female s/o other than Pretty. I feel like it was so spot on after reading your smut with him.

Would you allow me to use it for my little drabble of him? Cause I’m shooting blanks on what else he would use.

Thank you for all the kind word lovely you and so many others are helping me through this. Denny has been so sweet today, he’s just been laying on me or bringing me his stuffed animals and like tucking them under my arms like he’s saying “it’s ok Mom, I share! You cuddles! We cuddles!” He’s a very sweet boy. He’s so dramatic when I cry, he literally crawls on top of me and tries to suffocate me with kisses lol He doesn’t have a clue he’s 85 pounds.

Also, absolutely use it! Please! Nothing would make me happier than sharing the use of Reiko’s pet name for the reader and I absolutely love that idea. I can’t wait to read it! I feel like I’ve seen so much Reiko content today and it has been awesome! I love seeing people finally take notice of him! I’ve also seen more people slowly writing for my number one and I’ve spent most of my afternoon crying over my dumb ex and feasting on Reiko and Bi-Han content and honestly I can’t think of a better way to get over a shitty break up than by reading about my true love (Bi-Han) plowing the reader and calling them a little slut. 💙 That’s true love right there!

I will probably take a few days to get my head right again but I don’t want to stay out of the game too long because we’re all eating good right now and I wanna feed the masses too! Though if anyone wants to add to the eating and write some soft Bi-Han hours I wouldn’t complain.

While I’m rambling about MK related things I think I am going to go back to just self shipping with Bi-Han, it’s not that I don’t adore Syzoth it’s just I’m crazy in love with Bi-Han. He’s all I can think of and he and I are who I see all the time since my wallpaper and lock screen are both self ship art of us. I’m still absolutely down to write for Syzoth and will absolutely keep writing my OT3 with him, Bi-Han and the reader because I love that trio and dynamic but for my self ship I think I’m going to just stay hopelessly devoted to Bi-Han. 💙

Sorry I kind of hijacked your ask love but in conclusion Denny is doing a very good job looking after me and you are absolutely allowed to use “Pretty” for Reiko. 💕 That goes for anyone too but if you do use it please tag me because I would LOVE to read it, that’s also open for Bi-Han using “qīn” and Syzoth using “sunshine”. I would be beyond honored.

Thanks for checking in on me love, it means a lot ❤️ I’m going to spend the rest of the night thinking about soft Bi-Han hours because he’ll never do me wrong 💙

#mortal kombat #mk reiko #reiko #bi han #sub zero #syzoth #mk reptile #ot3 #self ship #sol rambles #soft bi han hours

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zephyrchama · 2 months

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I loved, LOVED your movie night fic with Dia and Barbatos so much!! It was so sweet!! (And loved getting to see them both relax with MC in a way they wouldn’t normally)

Would there happen to be a part 2 in the works? 🥺

AAA thank you!! I wasn't planning on it, but if somebody enjoyed it that much I'll definitely consider a sequel! They do have many more movies to watch, after all. If you want to send another ask, I can write the sequel as a response to that so you get notified when it's eventually made (hopefully I make it eventually). (I think anons get notified when their ask is published? Probably.)

Some of the other asks/requests people have sent that I intend to get to are:

-A sequel/side characters version of MC turning back into a human after being a sheep (I think that was my first post so those requests have been waiting forever sorry fbfjfj, I did write out one for Barbatos already but it hasn't been posted yet)

- An MC who likes to play fight with the demons (I've never done this but it sounds so fun, thus I've been having trouble thinking of individual reactions and might write it as a scenario with everybody)

- someone told me to hop on fortnite and I have no idea what this means but it moved me and sounds like a levi prompt. thank u.

- A religious MC who prays for the brothers (this sounds fun too)

- An MC with protective older brothers meeting the demon brothers (I have more ideas for "before meeting each other" than I do for an actual meeting, if thats cool with the prompt sender)

Sorry to hijack your ask and ramble about other things!! Tldr yeah I'll write a sequel, or at least something similar! tbh I can never write things if I plan to sit down and write. It just sort of happens spur of the moment so I will do my best to get to all of these and I apologize again if it takes a long while!

#ive also got the fics i did polls for and like 2 pages of ideas on a google sheet fhfjfjf #ask #i want to write one thing and i sit down and get posessed by a totally different scenario

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lemurzsquad · 3 months

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Music to Owl Ears (Ch 1)

Ch 1: Jogging Laps

Pairing: Bokuto x musician fem!reader

Summary: After being knocked over, your morning is hijacked by the pair of students responsible, and your mind is jogging laps trying to figure out one question: What in the world just happened?

A/N: I have once again been dragged along by my own story, I have no control of what happens lol

In all seriousness tho, I was not expecting some of this stuff to happen right off the bat, but we're going with it. Also, this is NOT going to be a love triangle---Akaashi is a very important character, but I am not adding him to the romance problems TvT he just got a surprising amount of attention this chapter

I hope you enjoy!! And please read the prologue if you haven't! (It's essentially the actual Ch 1 lol)

Word count: 1510

cw: overthinking, some jealousy, rambling

"Bold for English"

"Not bold for Japanese"

- Masterlist -

< Prologue | Ch 1: Jogging Laps | Ch 2: Lunch Break >

Your first day of school turned out… interesting, to say the least. Chaotic may have been a better word—maybe hectic. Or perhaps unexpected and eventful were more accurate. Confusing? Not quite, save for the lingering question of how you got to this point in the back of your mind.

You found yourself at your assigned desk, running through English synonyms for your experiences that day and trying to think of Japanese synonyms in the process. Your teacher was running through class expectations for the year that you only vaguely listened to but never fully locked your attention on. It wasn't intentional; your mind was simply jogging laps to process what had happened that morning.

You recalled the course of events once more, attempting to grasp some sort of understanding of the question that ran through your head over and over: What in the world just happened?

After you had been pulled to your feet, eyes wide and taken aback, you finally got a good look at the person who you assumed had knocked you over—and you could immediately tell how that happened. He towered over you, still holding on and moving you around slightly to inspect for any signs of injury. From the way he had picked you up with such ease, you gathered he was pretty well built under his partially disheveled uniform. His hair was two-toned in black and silver and slicked back into what you would describe as spiky owl ears—the thought almost made you chuckle, but you kept it to yourself.

You glanced over to the left in the direction of his friend. His stature was not quite as tall or nearly as visibly brawny, and he was much more put together. He gave you a very brief look of sympathy and apology that you barely caught before your eyes turned back.

The one still holding you by the shoulders finally spoke a coherent, complete sentence that wasn't some broken variation of “Are you okay? I'm so sorry!” When he deduced you had not sustained any wounds due to his carelessness, he said, “I'm so stupid, I'm sorry. Glad you're not hurt, though!” He gave you a grin, one that was somewhere between sheepish, apologetic, and lighthearted.

“I told you, you should have been paying attention,” his black-haired friend interjected dryly. “You might want to let her go, though.”

Something seemed to click beneath his owl ears that reminded him he was still clinging to you. He pulled his hands back finally, chuckling as he scratched the back of his head. You smiled and sniffled whatever remains of your previous tears were left.

“It's no worries,” you reassured. “I should have been paying attention, too, but I didn't know where I was going.”

“Oh, are you new? A transfer student, maybe?” The shorter of the two asked while his companion went to pick up your bag and hand it back to you.

“Was it that obvious?” You joked, brushing off the remaining dust, pebbles, and strays bits of grass from your uniform. You tried your best to straighten out your outfit—the first uniform you'd ever had to wear to school before—before slinging your bag back over your shoulder and across your body.

The one to the left tilted his head slightly, replying, “Well, you were speaking English earlier, so I just took a guess.”

“And you have a strong accent,” his friend interrupted. He grinned brightly and held out his hand, unexpectedly blurting out, “I'm Bokuto Koutarou, by the way!”

You probably would have shook his hand if you didn't get distracted by your own thoughts. “Bokuto's your… surname, right? Last name, first name, I think. Sorry, I haven't met many people since I got here even though it's been a couple weeks,” you rambled. “Also, sorry if I get anything wrong, I'm kind of new to this whole ‘being in Japan’ thing.” You gesture with your hands as you speak, using your fingers as quotation marks near the end.

Bokuto laughed lightheartedly, and his friend almost joined him. “Don't worry, you are doing okay,” he said—to your surprise—in English. It was a bit stiff, but you could understand it just fine—it was about as good as your Japanese. You turned to him, the faucet of your thoughts running out of your mouth quickly closed, and your jaw hung open. “My name is Akaashi Keiji. You can just call me Akaashi,” he added.

For some reason, his words seemed to hit you right in the chest. Maybe it was because he went through the effort to say them in your own language, or maybe it was because you were still emotional and unsure of how living in Japan would go. A couple of subtle deep breaths were enough to stop the tears threatening to well.

“My name is Y/n– I mean, L/n Y/n,” you replied, making sure to correct yourself. “Please just call me Y/n, I'd feel weird being called by my last name.” You held out your hand with a hopeful smile, shaking their hands in turn. I have no idea why I just did that, you thought in reference to the handshake. That felt way too formal.

You shook your head softly at your own thoughts before continuing, “It's nice to meet you, Akaashi and… Bokuto.” You took a guess in calling him that, not entirely sure which name to use. You were already uncertain if you were being impolite, but the wide grin you got in return told you it was fine.

The whole situation went by in a blur to the point you almost had to ignore your own awkwardness, finding yourself just trying to form sentences. It somehow made you both anxious and relieved by having to focus solely on the conversation. There was no time to think about how or why the conversation was happening in the first place.

You briefly pulled out your phone, and your heart leapt in your chest when you saw the time. School would be starting in seven minutes. “Oh no, I have no idea how to get to class—” You looked between Bokuto and Akaashi, the panic of unfamiliarity rising in you once again.

When you asked if they knew the way when you mentioned your class, Bokuto piped up, “That's on the way to my class! You should totally come with me, I can show you where it is!” Before you could give any sort of answer, grabbed you by the arm and started to almost race into the building.

You had just enough time to wave at Akaashi and for him to see the flustered, stunned look on your face. He shook his head, putting his hands in his pockets and heading to class at a much more leisurely pace—he didn't bother trying to catch up. He had the sneaking suspicion that this year was about to be a very entertaining one.

Bokuto had dragged you a good while before you had managed to get him to slow down, saying you couldn't tell where you were going and needed to commit it to memory. Eventually, you had made it to your class. You found it odd that the classroom was just open with no teacher inside. You had glanced around, confused, but didn't bother asking about it.

In the time it took to get to where you needed to go, it was evident that Bokuto was fairly popular. He had loudly greeted people along the way with a shining smile and enthusiastic waves.

A feeling started to eat away at you—a guilty emotion that brewed of envy, discomfort, and something else you couldn't quite place. You were grateful that he had shown you around, but a nagging in your mind told you it was just to make up for his first impression. And seeing him so carefree and able to talk to people so casually made you infinitely more aware of your standing. The realization that he may have been that comfortable due to years of enrollment at the school didn't make you feel any better.

You now sat at the back of the class, running through the busy morning once more. You wondered mindlessly if you would ever run into Akaashi and Bokuto again as you listened to your teacher. You hadn't greeted anyone or introduced yourself; you knew you should have if you wanted to make friends, but the thought alone made you start to feel nervous.

It was too early to be coming to the conclusion that, in reality, you knew you weren't going to go out of your way to make friends, but you couldn't help it.

The bell that signaled lunch rang just out of your current sphere of focus.

And just as you started to get fully immersed into your spiraling reasoning and excuses, jogging laps in your mind with an ever-increasing speed, a voice pierced through your protective, self-destructive bubble, loud and clear.

“HEY, HEY, HEY!! Y/N!”

It would seem that you didn't have a choice on that friendship front.

Thank you for reading!! <333

- Masterlist -

< Prologue | Ch 1: Jogging Laps | Ch 2: Lunch Break >

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bi-bard · 2 years

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We're Just Glad You Could Visit - Martin Imagine (Another Round)

Title: We're Just Glad You Could Visit

Pairing: Martin X Reader

Based On: Orange Juice

Word Count: 959 words

Warning(s): none

Summary: Martin gets the chance to reconnect with an old friend. They're talk reveals just how much both of them changed and how much they've stayed the same. All that's left is to accept those things.

Author's Note: I watched this film twice a few months apart and I had dramatically different reactions both times I watched it, so that's fun.

STICK SEASON - NOAH KAHAN WRITING CHALLENGE MASTERLIST

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Sitting in front of Martin again was so strange.

It was this weird pocket of the universe. Time felt both frozen and like it had already flown by.

He looked much older than he did the last time I had seen him. All those years and I never stopped to imagine how he looked now that he aged.

He seemed so put together. A good job and family. So much was solid and stable. Safe. I knew in my heart that my life was also solid and stable, but it was just so different.

Our lives had gone down such different paths.

I looked at the table in front of us. Two cups. One of wine, one of water. It was the smallest, but best representation of us taking sharp turns in different directions.

"Why did you come back," Martin asked after a moment.

"It was just time," I replied. I paused for a moment. "I missed the people here. I missed home."

I missed him. I wanted to admit that, but it felt like that was a step too far. I hadn't been back long enough.

I had wondered about what would've happened if I had come back sooner. Just by a few years.

How different would our lives be?

I had entertained the idea before. I remembered the jokes about Martin and me back then. Jokes about us being inevitable. It was meant to just be a matter of time. I believed that for a little while.

I knew that if I had actually stayed for him, I would've been miserable. The person I was back then was not meant to stay in one place for so long. I would've gone crazy and made Martin's life hell.

In accepting that, I had let him go.

I had accepted that his life had moved past me. He had a family now. A good job. I was happy for him.

"Where'd you go?"

I grinned at his question. I had so many stories for him.

I told him every story I could think of. Good memories, bad memories, the times I was simply an idiot. It was nice to be able to finally talk to him about it all. I never really thought I would get that chance. I remember ranting to him about how much I wanted to travel. He would just chuckle and nod along. I promised to tell him the stories one day.

I finally had the chance.

I don't know how long I had been rambling when I decided to turn the conversation back to him, "Why am I the only one sharing my life story? How have you been?"

"You say that like I have a lot to share," he replied.

"Everyone has something."

His grin twitched a little bigger before he looked from me down to his glass.

"Martin..."

He sighed. "Fine, fine."

I smiled.

"I got married, I had my kids," he started. "I've got the house. The job is going well. Kids today are just so out of focus. They don't want anything that has to do with life outside of their phones."

"Martin," I scolded. "Why would you say that?"

"I've seen it."

"Maybe you need to change your approach."

"How would you know?"

"Because I was constantly bored and it led to more confusion than it was worth," I shrugged. "Would you have believed anyone that told you I was simply not paying attention growing up?"

His voice dropped to a grumble. "No."

"Exactly," I replied. "I'm not saying every kid is perfect, but they deserve a little more faith."

He just nodded.

"Sorry," I mumbled. "I hijacked your whole story."

"There wasn't much there."

"Nonsense. Tell me about the wife. And the kids. I wanna know about them."

Martin kept talking for as long as I pushed him to talk. I was so content listening to him. It was so interesting to hear about his life. All the chances and achievements. I adored every detail.

We tend to long for the life we didn't accept.

"I know I'm not nearly as exciting as you."

"Martin, what are you talking about-"

"You saw things, you have funny stories from places I never imagined going, you are happy," he stopped me. "Look at me. I got stuck and I got old."

There was a pause. A beat before I reached over and placed my hand over his.

"Life isn't about what has happened to you, it's how you choose to look at the things that have happened to you," I said. I took a breath. "Existential theorists in psychology are seen as being pessimistic because they describe life as having no predetermined meaning. But people don't consider that they don't believe there's no meaning; they believe that it is our job to construct that meaning."

Martin looked down for a moment.

"You and I simply have different meanings. Doesn't make either one of us wrong."

He looked back at me.

There was another pause.

Two parallel lines were suddenly crossing. Back in contact truly. I was suddenly aware of how long I had spent missing him. I tried to ignore that feeling but I could already feel it eating away at me.

"I wish I had come back sooner," I muttered.

"Why," he asked.

I paused. "I just do."

A grin pulled at his lips again. I grinned back at him.

I didn't want to admit how badly I wanted to see how differently things would've played out if I had just waited. If I hadn't run away. I'd like to think that craving is natural. Wondering about the what if's of life.

I think some part of him knew.

I just wondered if he was doing the same thing.

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tanukified · 11 months

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omgggg I'm so happy i found your blog! i thought shinomitsu has long set sail and i needed to waddle my way through the waters.

i've been wanting to write them fics but kinda nervous I'd get them wrong. my prompt was supposed to be 'temporarily dying to get your in laws blessing'. basically mitsuri dies (temporarily!) during battle and meets kanae and they talk and she asks for her blessing in marrying shinobu. seems kinda ooc and hard to write though, so i was hoping you have any advice or tips to make it less ooc?

have a splendid day! :DDD

ShinoMitsu has been alive and thriving in my brain since 2020- they have permanent residency lol.

Wait omg that’s so interesting, I’d love to read that!! (I am starving in the ShinoMitsu fanfic department)

Mitsuri taking a fatal blow that puts her in a temporary state of being dead while maybe even protecting Shinobu might be an interesting angle. Waking up in the afterlife seeing Kanae thinking she’s Shinobu at first also makes sense to me.

Honestly I feel like that’s an incredibly Mitsuri thing to do, especially based on how I interpret her as a character! She’d probably be squealing and calling Kanae just as pretty as Shinobu or whatever until she realises that seeing her means she’s dead (she’s silly like that haha).

After the shock of realising she’s dead blows over I feel Kanae would probably ask about how Shinobu is doing etc. etc. sending Mitsuri into another ramble about how great Shinobu is and how much she loves her which would lead into asking for Kanae’s blessing.

Gosh I’m sorry I feel like I’m hijacking’s your story- I get so carried away when it comes to them orz anyway I personally feel it’s pretty in character (again based on my interpretations of the characters).

Mitsuri is easily excited and talks a lot despite actually being an introvert, her thought process can be pretty erratic and messy leading her to often talk before she thinks. Even when she’s scared she might die she’s still willing to fight to the death to protect the people she loves. I really feel it could work!!

I’ve come to a point where I basically treat ShinoMitsu as my OCs, so my take on them might actually absolutely bonkers ooc because of that (especially in modern AU scenarios because of Kanae not being dead in them 🤷). I’m definitely not the authority on them despite calling myself the CEO of the ship ahaha. Take everything I say with a grain of salt, but know that I’ll read the heck out of any fanfic you decide to write about them!! <3

I hope your day is wonderful and I hope something in my rambles could be somewhat helpful! ^^

#otp: lovebugs #shinomitsu #oh no another long post #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #the ShinoMitsu brainrot is so real #i hope this is okay!#maybe helpful even #thank you for asking about them actually- I’ll take any excuse I can get haha

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eric-the-bmo · 11 months

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eep I'm bad at thinking of questions, any fun facts about your characters??? ooh or actually I've just been discussing music, what kinda music do your characters listen to?

[this might be rambe-y im so sorry lmao]

oooh!!! yes i like this one, Music Time

John listens to folk punk and whatever genre Lore Huron and Hozier are. (also a bit of vocaloid, solely because of Shelby)

Theodore listen to like. Cool electronic music. Haven't determined the exact genre but its very Computer

Once again I don't know the genre but I think Leo doesn't quite have a favorite genre? Since his memories got blasted he's not quite sure anymore, but in my brain I associate him with Matt Maeson a lot since I was listening to his songs a bunch when creating him.

Annabelle's setting has a 1920s kind of vibe (at least the kingdom she lives in does), and so she enjoys that kind of old-timey jams!

Ven and John actually have like, really similar music tastes, sans the vocaloid bc it doesnt exist in Ven's universe. Folk Punk is Ven's guilty pleasure

I... I don't think Apollo listens to music. Like I dont think the City has any save for idk, Latin choirs or whatever.

....has Rhidian even heard music since he became a Nothic. bro does he know what that is /hj

Murmur listens to like. So much vocaloid/pop/electronic music. They love it sm they blast it near 24/7 into their earbuds

hmm Fun Facts (a mix of Character and Developmental):

Theodore admitted during the White House Heist (have I even told yall about that) that he's been thrown out of a window before

Theodore's got a roommate named Steve and like. He was only around for the first session and I miss him sm, that guy was great

Theo please stop skipping your fucking classes

Ven likes peppermint tea. Peppermint tea is also known to help with headaches, which he gets a lot!

Shelby was 22 when she met John (aka hit him with her car)

Shelby was also intended to be a self-insert when I first made her; she was the Mundane for MoTW, but then I got to wondering "what if she and John were friends" and the rest was history

She's also a twitch streamer solely bc i realized she needed a job and that was the funniest option to me

John's limbs are very long in proportion to the rest of his body! His arms are like, Super Long

Rhidian dislikes touch; not only because it's been a Very Long Time since anyone's touched him, but also because he wants the first person he touches to be his girlfriend- once she gets a physical body, of course (they are going to hold hands and kiss <3)

Annabelle is So Adamant in the fact she's not part of Warrick's family; she's his secretary, and not his daughter, thank you very much- but she always participates during Family Game Night

She also would like collecting vinyls :-)

Leo's heterochromia happened because I couldn't determine which eye color he should have, and so I gave him Both

His eyes have become my Favorite Thing about them, and there's like. So much symbolism in them dude. I'd ramble more but my fellow VtM players follow me here.

On the subject of Leo, he was originally created in 2020 as an entity that lived in TV static and would try to drag people in, as he was desperate for company- as you can see, he's changed A Lot from his original concept

Leo's original concept has since been recycled for a potential Rapture Heights monster that I've taken to calling Hijack.

Apollo and Leo both have a habit of holding their hands together when they miss their partner/exes- and it's actually a habit I myself have picked up.

John's whole NotDeer thing started because I had told a librarian about him, and admitted I didn't know what kind of monster he was yet- and she asked if he was a deer monster due to his last name. Thank you Ms Librarian u changed his entire trajectory thank u <3

Did you know there's a visual novel about a character also John Doe? He's eerily similar to mine in terms of visual, I think

Valentine was created after/ while I was reading the DIE comic series- the main character's scene in prison was the main inspiration for him.

Due to enchantment magic having the potential to be used for Awful Things, I explicitly made Valentine to be a sex-repulsed asexual, and intended for him to be aromantic as well.

Valetine killed Velma (yeah, from Scooby Doo) during his one-shot

Oh, and fun fact about me: in my dnd server, I'm the reason there's a rule stating that one-shot characters need to be able to breathe <3

#eric finally speaks #ask answered #john doe vibes #ven vibes #annabelle vibes #leo vibes #rhidian vibes #shelby vibes #valentine vibes #apollo vibes #theodore vibes #is this coherent #i think im a bit tipsy as i was writing all tis but whatevr

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lemonluvgirl · 2 years

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Can you share your thoughts about Gale as character? Thank you.

@curiousgalehawthorne

I really like Gale.

I like the nuances between him and Katniss as much as I like their similarities. I know Gale is a very polarizing character from the original trilogy, but he's always intrigued me.

I like his facets, from his "best" friendship with Katniss, to his quasi-friendship/antagonistic relationship with Peeta, to his interactions with Johanna, and some of the other rebels. Gale is one of those characters that keeps you guessing as to his inner motivations and feelings. On the surface he seems very clear cut, but when you go deeper you can see he's got layers. Good layers and bad layers just like we all do.

One of the similarities that Gale shares with Katniss that I find most interesting is people's willingness to follow him. From the early leadership role he takes on with his family at a young age (at 13 or so, he begins hunting and helping feed a family of 5) then at the end of CF he leads 800 or 900 survivors out of D12 and keeps them alive for days in the woods, to the leadership role he takes on in D13 and the rebellion. I am just so intrigued by the unnamed quality that Gale (and to a much greater extent, Katniss) must exude in order to get hundreds of people to follow his lead during an emergency situation.

Throw in his paternal overtones with his siblings and his sharp mind for strategy and it just makes me want to know more.

Then you've got his and Katniss' relationship.

Whoa boy! It's messy, full of history, partnership, and eventually jealousy, anger, but also loyalty and heartache. When Peeta gets captured and then hijacked Gale becomes part of the inner circle that makes up Kantiss' support system. He fails at this sometimes (when he keeps the truth from Katniss regarding the propos, or doesn't heed Katniss' warning about the bombing of the Nut), but other times he succeeds in helping her. Like when he breaks Bogg's nose defending Katniss from Coin while Katniss is emotionally unstable, or when he protects her during the battle in D8, or the times he protects Katniss' family for her (D12 bombing, D13 bombing).

But ultimately I see Gale as having a kind of tragic flaw. His idealism and zealous nature end up being exploited and leading to the destruction of his relationship with his best friend of six years, not to mention the killing of countless innocent civilians, including Primrose Everdeen herself. The little sister that Katniss volunteered for. The girl that Gale himself kept fed while Katniss was in her first Hunger Games. The girl Gale saved from the bombing of D12 and again in D13. She ends up as collateral damage in a war she should never have been pulled into.

That to me, the way Gale in the end dishonors his own legacy of being the person Katniss could count on over and over again to protect her family, just breaks my heart.

I wish that things had ended differently for Gale. Not that he should have ended up with Katniss, (because Katniss herself said her and Peeta were inevitable) but that Gale could have bowed out gracefully and let his best friend live her best life with the man who made her happiest.

Maybe I'll write an alternate ending for Gale like that one day. LOL you gotta love fanfiction, because it gives people the freedom to rewrite the story in a way that satisfies their inclinations.

Anyway, hope I answered the question. All this was just my rambling opinion. I am aware a lot of THG fans really hate Gale. So, sorry if I offended anyone, but this is my take on Gale.

#THG #Gale Hawthorne #character analysis #head canons

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pond-of-koifish · 1 year

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Jujutsu kaisen 223 ramble I have (unedited)

OBLIGITORY SPOILAR WARNING ;] I’m probably repeating myself but eh I needed to write this all down before my brain decided to forget it. Also, sorry for nonexistent spelling and grammar in advance. Gojo is probably on a su1c1de mission given that it's heavily implied he just killed the higher ups which is a major no no and would result in him being marked a curse user (meaning he would be wanted dead) Althought it can be argued that with the zenin clan gone there isn't enough people in power to issue an order to kill Gojo who wouldn't already be sides with Gojo. There is still a possiblity Gojo's own clan might come after him (which something to note isn't a clan we haven't seen much of other then the fact they practically worshipped Gojo as a kid). In short since Gojo has literally explicitly stated that the only thing stopping him was that possibility as it would be an inconvience. However now that megumi is semi merged with sukuna (seeing as Megumi was shown to be semi-consious after sukuna literally finished killing his sister, how fun) and Getou well having his body hijacked. Gojo has every reason to say fuck it and do the chose the fastest option. Although again it could be argued that one of the other reason why Gojo didn't just kill the higher ups was because it would mean nothing would change. Give that the principle of the Kyoto school has show Gojo that his values have shifted in the direction Gojo wanted the new generation to push for. Most of what Gojo has been seeking has now been fulfilled for the most part. Combined with the fact that it was literally stated that Gojo's mental state is probably fucked from being in the prison realm this irrational rational decision making isn't unrealistic as it still fits Gojo charecter. (someone with very limited morals). If you want to get symbolic, Gojo literally looks like Megumi's dad (toji) who literally died to an awaken Gojo, which since we have yet to see Sukuna's true power. Wouldn't it be twistedly symbolic for Megumi/Sukuna to reach an ascended state via killing the man who killed his father. Thus making things in a way come full circle? It might not even be sukuna reaching that state but the likely internal fight the Megumi/sukuna are likely to have due to again us seeing megumi regain consciousness within his own mind. Jujutsu kaisen has a theme of power being brought in via trauma (it's literally how curse energy works in some degree). Given that Megumi not only had to see (in a way) his sister die by his own curse technique (helpless to stop it) but now he must see the closet thing to a father figure he's had in his life die by his curse techinque (a possiblity that was suggested prior as in the past a sourcer from the Gojo clan and a sourcer from the Zenin clan got into conflict and the zenin clan member emerged victorious due to on of the shikugami the 10 shadow cursed techinque had, one that was not tamed and endedup kill them in the end but one that Megumi (and by proxy sukuna) has semi contorl over. It's also shown to be forming (assumedly based on visual clues) in Megumi's domain. tldr, Gojo is probably going to die and Getou's body is going to die to Gojo's students (again) or maybe not, I'm curious to see how Getou's/Kenjaku's conflict with the other sourcers is going to go this time around

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk spoilers #jjk theory? idk this is just me and my brain being bored and overthinking stuff #jjk chapter 223

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alkalinefrog · 2 years

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I've just finished reading OTNWAS and... WOW

I found the fic —and hijack in general— thanks to your boards and fanart, and, believe me, you don't know how grateful I am for that 😭 it's like discovering a whole new world, as dramatic as it sounds hehe

like, it never really crossed my mind before. And then BOOM, seeing your board of Astrid and Hiccup talking about his feelings towards Jack is all that it takes to convince me to read the longest fic of my life (I used to avoid reading fics with more than 200k words, that's gonna change from now on). The best part is that, I don't regret it at all (contrary to what I feared when I started reading), cause that fic was so damn beautiful.

ALSO, YOUR ART IS AMAZING. the way so much emotion is shown on the characters' faces always surprises me. In fact, I started following because of your dn fanart, which is also so gooood

Sorry for rambling here, I just wanted to say "thank you!" but got too excited in the process 😅

NEVER BE SORRY FOR RAMBLING ABOUT OTNWAS!!!🤩🤩🤩

Omg dude, thank YOU for coming to tell me, I'm SO thrilled you found the fic through my art and SO HAPPY that you read it and loved it!! I totally get what you mean, the word count is super intimidating at first! But when I started reading, I quickly realized that it's such an amazing and heartfelt story, and I was so glad that there was so MUCH of it to really develop this world and give the characters full emotional arcs. At no point did it ever feel too long! I'm also REALLY REALLY happy it was the Hiccup and Astrid scene that won you over, I loved exploring their emotions and friendship in that one so much!!

And AHOAHSLA you're making me blush, thank you ahhh 😭❤️❤️❤️ I'm so glad to hear you were here for my death note art too!! Anyway, thank you so much again for swinging by and telling me this!! (And welcome to the 2022 hijack train LMAO)

#OH OH OH AND IF YOU HAVE TIME GO SHOOT THE AUTHOR AN ASK ABOUT IT!!! HE'D LOVE TO HEAR IT!!#ROBIN LOOK #ask #like-an-echo #thank you so much again!! ❤️❤️❤️

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warthoong · 2 years

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Hello, it's the "I'm about to watch Lay of Leithian"-person from earlier. I felt weird hijacking your post for this but I am taking your answer as an actual invitation to ramble so here goes nothing (you don't need to answer though, I hope this isn't somehow werid. But I have feels and I stumbled upon the rock opera mainly because of your posts on my dash so it's basically your fault.)

Anyway, having finished the rock opera just now, I gotta say it's amazing!!! I'll probably need to see it again to form a more elaborate opinion (also it's pretty late and I need to go to sleep asap) but here are some random things I liked in no particular order: The choreography (especially fight scenes) is s o good!! Sauron's cape!!! very important. As is edgy Mandos (and the costumes in general). I lost my shit about CxC being weirdass comic relief villains, they were literally perfect. Also Thingol is exactly how I always imagined Thingol to be, Melian's song is SO GREAT!!! and the battle between Finrod and Sauron may just be the coolest thing I have ever seen!!

I am very hyped rn (if you couldn't tell) and I suppose I will need at least the next few weeks to obsess over this masterpiece! So thank you again for talking so much about it and making me discover it! I hope you don't mind the rambling.

Hello))) I'm actually beyond happy you did come here to ramble! I've been trying to make people watch this rock opera, and people like you, who come and say "hey! I watched it! and I learned about it because of your posts!", is the sign that everything I did was not in vain)))

I'm so glad you appreciated all the small details, like choreography and the ballet team, and Melian and Thingol, and Sauron's cape, because these things truly are amazing, but they may be easily missed amidst the main characters and their performances. you also mentioned that you loked Celegorm and Curufin, which I'm so glad you did!! some people don't like them, because they are so different from C&C from the book, but they are so good! bastards(affectionate)!!! they are played by actual brpthers and they seem so natural, and Huan-

I'm sorry, now I'm the one rambling😆😆 you were worried about texting me? you didn't need to, I have SO MUCH feelings right now, I'm reading your message in the morning, and truly it makes me want to jump and dance, like twirling sparkling Finrod singing AaaaAAaAaa!!!! I'm just. Lay of Leithian rock opera is very precious and personal thing to me, and also the straightest and easiest way to my heart)))))

I... well. me and my friends, we have a discord server that originally was dedicated to the Lay of Leithian rock opera(it's still, but also it's a place with bunch of nerds and Tolkien fans), and if you would ever want to join, you are welcome))))

p.s. I realized I used ")))))" quite a lot in this text, and I don't know where are you from, but I had met people who had been confused by these multiple brackets, so here's a small explanation: it's a cultural thing, a custom if you will. here, in my country, we use multiple brackets without the two dots to mark different intensity of smile. essentially those are just wide smiles

#personall stuff #lay of leithian rock opera

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ponds-of-ink · 1 year

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Confrontation but William and Glitch-Trap (Part 2.. Kinda [There’s No Storyboards This Time])

Now, I know I technically finished what I was supposed to for my Confrontation but William vs. Glitch-Trap storyboards, but I want to ramble on about what I’ve had in mind for the rest of the song. And, since I have enough time to write my thoughts down but not enough to draw at the moment, I’ve decided to turn it into a blog post real quick. Besides, most of this is kinda rough considering Ruin isn’t even out yet. And I’m not entirely sure about the choreography in a few spots shh

This is going to probably get a little long, so I’ve put it under a “keep reading” break just in case.

So, picking up where we left off...

*William almost exits the elevator, but the door shuts. Glitch sings Hyde’s opening “monologue” as the elevator drops to the first floor of the building. Then, seemingly out of nowhere, a wild-eyed “Vanny” pries the door open with her bare hands as Glitch’s voice triumphantly claims victory... One minute and a half into a four minute song.

*Anyway, the first main argument starts up as William removes Vanny from Glitch’s control and faces him properly. Almost want to say that most of this from here on out flickers between altered memories from both Glitch and Will. Like, when it’s Will’s turn to sing at one point, he turns into Mr. Burrows from the Pizzaplex books and starts slamming an equally disguised Glitch. Or Glitch activates the springs on Will’s Bonnie suit himself just to emotionally stun the man. Idk I’m just in the mood to pull a literal memory fight and get crazy with the fight scene.

*So, after all that trying to hijack each other’s minds (well... if that rabbit has a mind), Glitch manages to take the upper hand and forcibly returns the pair back to reality. As if to add insult to the injuries he’s most likely dishing out, he sends our ghost boy William allll the way back to the Blob hybrid with no way to escape again. William is obviously both very tired and very unhappy now as Glitch tauntingly floats into the room and does his trademark “arms in the air” dance.

*However, as the song winds down to its crescendo, William uses the hybrid to his advantage. He snatches Glitch up with wiry tentacles, insisting that he’s no longer the man this insane strand of code idolized. Unfortunately for him, Glitch is too stubborn to admit that sort of thing— Even going so far as to admit that he is William’s literal darker half by default.

*As a last ditch effort, William initiates some sort of “self-destruct” as he screams for Glitch to go rot somewhere (since, you know, the glitchy bunny can’t actually die). Glitch yells back with absolute pride: “I’ll see you there, Afton!” as new flames start to rise higher and higher.

*While Vanny, Gregory, and anyone else who managed to survive the entire DLC make a break for it, William gets literally dragged down by his two worst (though unintended) creations. Is it a metaphor for what’ll happen to his soul? Is it just a final attack from Glitch-Trap? Gonna be honest and say that I have no idea until Ruin comes out.

*Of course, this version is taking into account stuff from the Tales from the Pizzaplex books. If I wanted to just stick to the games entirely, then I could still use the memory segment in a different way (ie. Jeremy’s story from Help Wanted as a flashback for Glitch). Also, this would mean that Glitch would be implied to be more like an actual Edward Hyde for William rather than a rouge computer program pretending to be William. (Sorry if this part doesn’t make sense, but I just realized that I forgot to explain where I got half of Glitch’s characterization from for this.)

*The only reason why I didn’t mention Ruin Girl at all in this is because she’s already left the main building by this point. For all she knows, Vanny and Greg just left the mall only for Vanny to suddenly run back in at breakneck speeds... Only for them to reemerge a couple of minutes later as the entire place burns down again. Wow, nobody is catching a break today. Not even anyone smart enough to be in the parking lot.

*If I do continue this at some stage, let me make this clear: William should be in his official Ruin/actually human design rather than the partially 8-bit form I drew in the initial storyboards. That 8-bit form was just a placeholder, after all.

*Side note: Glitch sounding like Springtrap is a bit “cursed” to me, not gonna lie. It’s like Glitch finally learned to sound a bit more like the monster everyone dreads and he’s running with that new voice-bank. On the bright side, at least Jekyll’s voice fits William pretty well.

And I think that’s pretty much all I’ve got. Hope my rough outline didn’t sound too haphazard..

#fnaf ruin #william afton #jekyll and hyde musical #follow up #confrontation #imagine if I accidentally called a plot point in Ruin with this

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theyoutubedork · 3 years

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Coworkers: Part 2

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Summary:(Takes place during the events of Captain America: The Winter Soldier) Steve was warned by Fury that S.H.I.E.L.D was compromised, so he now has to decide who he is willing to trust.

A/N: So this chapter is helping set up the rest of the story, I know it’s a bit short and choppy, but trust me my brain hurt trying to condense this plot down. That movie has way too much exposition. Next chapter will be more romantic and fluffy, just be patient.

Steve couldn’t trust anyone. Nick Fury had just died, after showing up unannounced at Steve’s apartment to tell him, with ever so vague fashion, that S.H.I.E.L.D was compromised.

He was in the office of Alexander Pierce, secretary of the world organization, being interrogated not so subtly. He knew not to trust anyone, especially him, just like Fury said to him not too long ago. Pierce was explaining how Fury was responsible for the pirates on the Lemurian Star, including Batroc, who Steve had fought hand to hand during the hijack mission.

As Pierce rambled on and on, Steve placed his hands right next to his belt buckle, staring past him as he thought about who he should turn to. He met up with Sam at the VA meeting the other day, and he knew that since he wasn’t in S.H.I.E.L.D, he might be someone he could turn to.

But then he thought of you. Part time pencil-pusher, part-time spy. He was unsure since you are working for the agency that seems to have his neck out for him, but who is he kidding? He doesn’t have many options. The less the person knows about him, the better. That was the reasoning he gave himself just to have an excuse to see you again.

Pierce glared at him, making Steve push his thoughts away for a moment. His voice takes on a threatening tone as he approaches Steve,

“Captain, you were the last one to see Nick alive, I don’t think that’s an accident. And I don’t think you do either,” he presses. Steve clenches his jaw, stiffening his movements.

“So I’m gonna ask again. Why was he there?”

After a moment, Steve gave a tight lipped response,

“He told me not to trust anyone,”

“I wonder if that included him”

“I’m sorry. Those were his last words,” he finishes, “excuse me,” he grabs his shield, walking off, as Pierce leans against his desk, still watching Steve leave the room before saying his final warning,

“Captain, somebody murdered my friend and I’m gonna find out why. Anyone who gets in my way is gonna regret it. Anyone.”

“Understood”.

Steve gets onto the elevator, Rumlow, the leader of the S.T.R.I.K.E team, quickly caught the doors of the elevator with a couple of his men. As he enters, Steve eyes him up and down only stopping to acknowledge him.

As they descend, Steve notices one of the men placing a hand on his gun positioned in his holsters. Steve immediately knew something bad was going to happen. The elevator stopped, letting in more men, all shuffling around to not face one another. Rumlow turns to Steve,

“I’m sorry about what happened with Fury. It’s messed up, what happened to him.” Steve thanks him, glaring into the back of Rumlow’s neck. He glances to his left and notices yet another sign of a fight. The man next to him can feel his gaze on him and Steve sees the bead of sweat trickling down his temple.

More men enter the elevator, as Steve finally grasps the situation. He’s not safe at S.H.I.E.L.D anymore.

When the door closes, Steve basks in a moment of silence before finally popping the question,

“Before we get started, does anyone want to get out?”

Back at the hospital where Fury was pronounced dead, Steve quickly goes to the vending machine where he hid the drive. Only to find it missing as Natasha walks to his side, popping the same hubba bubba bubblegum that the drive Fury gave him was behind.

After narrowly escaping Rumlow and his men at the mall, Steve and Natasha finally cross the New Jersey state line, one step closer to whoever is behind Fury’s death. They were headed towards Steve’s old army boot camp.

“Was that your first kiss since 1945?” Natasha teased, referencing the kiss the two shared in order to avoid being spotted.

“That bad, huh?”

“I didn’t say that,”

“Well, it kind of sounds like that’s what you’re saying.”

“No i did-I just wondered how much practice you’ve had”

“You don’t need practice”

“Everybody needs practice.”

“It was not my first kiss since 1945. I’m 95, I’m not dead.”

“Nobody special though?”

Steve scoffs. He decides to say nothing. Obviously opting out of lying, which wouldn’t work against Natasha. His thoughts finally come back to you, and his mind relaxes at the thought of your cute smile when you were talking about the book your sister had lent you. He wondered if you were wrapped up in whatever S.H.I.E.L.D was up to. He certainly hoped you weren’t.

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‘sup folks. have a bit of writing inspired by one Rayshippouuchiha’s many AUs, specifically her Fishcake’s Psychic AU. Here’s a link, enjoy! Anyway, i was going to submit this to her blog, but then I don’t trust it to not get eaten, so putting this on my blog instead. It’s been forever and a day since i actually posted any writing here, huh? Sorry ‘bout that, motivation has been absolute zero, and what writing I DO have tends to stay in gdocs or discord rambles at a friend. But i really liked that AU, and i wanted to write something inspired by it. So here we go, have at it, be polite, and if you want, tell me how you liked it. More of this may show up, I dunno, I keep poking at it and adding more stuff to various scenes, or more scenes in general. No promises though. Oh, and in regards to Naruto not lying about big things, but small ones? I headcanon that he would tell little kid lies, y’know? Like those ‘I’m trying to get out of trouble’ lies when you break something or do something you’re not supposed to. _______________________________________________________________ This is how it starts: Naruto Uzumaki, age 7 and a half, (practically 8 if you ask him, thank you very much) sees a ghost on the way to school. He doesn't think much about it, he just keeps walking. The ghost follows him, and he has to try very hard not to run. The ghost is covered in very bad wounds, blood still seeping through their clothes, or what's left of them anyway. The ghost keeps staring at him, and at some point during class, seems to realize that Naruto can see them. And a desperate look shows on their face the longer they watch him.The result is that they attempt to… hijack would probably be the best way to describe it. The aftermath is not pleasant. It means Naruto runs out of class, hands clamped over his mouth, bolts down the hall, and into the boys bathroom. He knows he won't make it to the toilet in time, but the trash can is the next best thing. He violently heaves up his breakfast, privately regretting the loss and wondering what the heck made his stomach so upset.

What he doesn't know is that it's the Kyuubi's fault. Kurama does not take kindly to sharing, and let the spirit know it in very clear terms.

("Fuck off!! There's no room for anyone else in here. This is MINE.”) Naruto skips the rest of the day, goes home and huddles under his blankets in bed. He does much of the same the next day, but on day three, he drags himself to school. Again he sees the ghost, but this time they look apologetic. They mouth the word ‘sorry’ and Naruto isn’t quite sure what to make of that. A voice rumbles in the back of his head. ‘Just say you accept it and keep going or you’ll be late.’ So he does, and they nod and fade out. The next time Naruto sees them, they’re clearly trying to speak, but he can’t hear anything. They look frustrated, and he wants to help but isn’t sure how. Then he overhears a conversation about the occult. Something about a zealot preaching about the spiritual side trying to communicate with the physical plane, but nobody is willing to open themselves. And that requires a trip to the library and as much research as he can stand, which is about 2 hours, tops. But it results in Naruto deciding that yes, he wants to communicate with the spiritual plane. After all, part of being a shinobi is helping others, right, no matter how intangible they are.The next trick is figuring out how to communicate. The books were pretty vague about that, but they did mention that lights had been used, along with letter boards that used a triangular thingy. (Naruto later learns that they’re called Ouija boards and planchettes.) One of the local occult stores is having a sale on inventory, and despite his usual abysmal luck with stores, he takes a chance anyway. Naruto goes home with several strings of Christmas lights, tape, a new notebook with a matching pen, and a travel-sized ouija board. It’d been cheaper than he expected, but at least the store owner hadn’t immediately flipped her lid and demanded he get out. He spends the day setting up the lights on a wall in his living room, and adding letters underneath them. That night is filled with new knowledge. That ghost he'd met earlier? Their name was Harada Himiko. They were from one of the smaller clans in Konoha, and had died on a mission a few years back, betrayed by one of their teammates. The teammate was a spy for Iwa. Said teammate had given a standard report about what went wrong, and while the Hokage was a little suspicious, the report was accepted anyway as no real wrong-doing was proved, and in the ninja line of work, sometimes things just happen despite their best efforts. But the Iwa plant is still in the village, biding their time to pass along relevant information as they see fit. They can’t move on until the Hokage knows the truth, and they apologize again for trying to possess him, they hadn’t been aiming for harm, just help. They hadn’t expected the bijuu already residing in him. And that’s how Naruto learns about the fox, about being a jinchuuriki, about why the village hates him so much. (He cries himself to sleep later, and Himiko sits beside him and apologizes again, they thought he knew.) Naruto agrees to help Himiko, but he warns them that since most adults ignore him, he doesn’t know how well it’ll go over. They tell him that as long as he tries, as long as he can get a message to the Hokage, it will help. In his defense, the next time he meets with the Hokage, he brings up the Himiko issue. Sarutobi doesn't quite look like he believes him, but Naruto points out that never once has he lied about anything big. Little things yes, about whether he skipped school or not, if he pulled this specific prank or did that certain graffiti, but never anything majorly important, he knows better, and he’s always owned up to the stuff he did anyway after awhile. (Only if there was proof of course, and one of the benefits of being able to pull pranks and run from ANBU is that he is damn good at not leaving proof unless he wants to. Paint is easy to wash off, after all.) Sarutobi still doesn’t look convinced, and. That hurts, actually. Especially since he had to find out about the Fox from a ghost and Jiijii knew and didn’t tell him and... (It shakes Naruto’s faith in the man, just a little.) So Naruto mentions a little detail that nobody else would know, and Sarutobi agrees to look into it. The Hokage's tune quickly changes once it's discovered that Naruto was telling the truth. The spy is captured and imprisoned, then executed after all useful information had been… extracted from them. Which leads to another matter. Sarutobi never thought he’d be apologizing to a child, especially not one that regards him as a sort of grandparent, but part of being an adult and a leader of a village is knowing when one is wrong. And even though he can’t see the cause, there’s a heavy sense of disapproval being radiated in his direction despite all his guards being gone for the day. (That would be several Uzumaki ghosts who haven’t made their presence known to Naruto yet.) _______________________________________________________________ Gonna split this ‘cause it’s kinda long. Part 2 coming up soon! Edit: Part 2 is right over here! Click!

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