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laenordeservedbetter · 2 years

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If Only You Knew — Rhaenyra Targaryen x Fem!Reader

Summary: You demand an answer to why the princess has been meddling in your affairs.

Words: 1.2k

Pairing: Rhaenyra Targaryen x Fem!Reader

Warning: Internalized homophobia (it gets resolved quickly), fighting, language

For those who aren't aware, the word "queer" can mean "odd". I want to clarify things in case there's any confusion in the first paragraph. And as always, I made a Taylor Swift song reference here. I saw an opportunity and I took it. If any of you are wondering, yes, this is also from my other account but I'm posting it here.

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The entirety of your stroll in the woods with a potential suitor had been to your liking up until Rhaenyra knocked him off with her horse. The Princess whom you have shared your childhood with was acting unmistakably queer nowadays. She did not have the slightest bit of decorum when she gawked at the unfortunate lord, her eyes flaring with vexation. If you look hard enough, you might be able to witness a fire burning among them. It was no secret that whoever faces the end of Rhaenyra’s wrath would not see another day without terror. You could have reasoned to yourself that Rhaenyra was just having a lamentable time if this was the first lord she drove off in your presence. No matter how much you give effort, you want to express to Rhaenyra that she has taken this too far for it was not the first, second, or fifth time she destroyed your meetings. It was the nth.

Rhaenyra prided herself in her scrupulous attention to detail, confirming that she knows where and when you would be if you are not by her side. “I thought you could use some saving so I asked around.” She says as if what she did was no big deal.

You storm off angrily, no remark spewing out of your mouth even if there are a million things you could say to the princess right about now.

Why is she being so infuriating? Can’t she see that if I don’t find a lord to marry me sooner than late, my family’s reputation would be ruined?! I am not like her! She knows I am not a princess and that I am disposable yet here she is again, coming in my territory and demolishing my chances of getting a husband!

“Lady Y/n, wait! Y/n, where are you going?!” Rhaenyra tugs at the reins of her horse, urging the animal to go faster in order to reach you in time. You look back, seeing that she is close. Regardless of Rhaenyra having the upper hand, you will yourself to pick up the pace, now absorbed in running. “You’ll get injured! Please slow down!”

“Go fuck yourself!” You force yourself into a halt as Rhaenyra blocks your path. Her catching up to you was bound to happen due to her having a horse, though that does not mean you were happy with the outcome.

Rhaenyra gasps, her face and neck shining with sweat. She holds a hand next to her heart, out of breath from speedily winning the makeshift race that you launched. If only you knew how much you mean to her, maybe you’d see her motives in a different light. Once Rhaenyra gets off the horse, she walks over to explain.

However, you steal that chance from her by beginning to get your thoughts off of your chest. “WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU, RHAENYRA?! DO YOU HAVE THE TIME OF YOUR LIFE RUINING MINE? I… I THOUGHT WE WERE FRIENDS! HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME? DID YOU DECIDE ‘HEY, I’M GOING TO SCARE OFF Y/N’S SUITORS’ ON A WHIM? THAT LORD WAS MY LAST CHANCE. NOW, ALL THANKS TO YOU, NO ONE WILL WANT ME!” Your chest tightens as your eyes fill with unshed tears. If only Rhaenyra knows why she cannot have you to herself all the time…

The Princess bites the insides of her cheek, struggling to locate the right words to offer you. “I… I didn’t know you disapproved.”

Because you have already released what you needed to let out, you instantly feel obligated to hear Rhaenyra’s side. You walk until her face has the littlest distance from yours as possible. You would make sure she knows that – “Rhaenyra Targaryen, you are my best friend. But in spite of that, there are days when you cause me a large sum of misery. Tell me what is causing you such distress and I’ll fix it so that you can go on your merry way and I can do my job as a lady.” You stated miserably, feeling defeated. You didn’t want to ruin your friendship over this mistake. Deep down, you cherish Rhaenyra above the laws of gods and men. Except you think it is wrong to feel this way. The Septas in the keep surely think so. What you feel for her is more than friendship. Someday, those feelings might get you killed if that information gets into the wrong hands.

“Do you really want to know?” Rhaenyra blinks, her amethyst eyes swimming with tears. When she bares her soul to you, Rhaenyra thinks you will not feel the same. No matter, she mutters inside her head that is drowning in a sea filled with thoughts of her own making. If this will be the last time I can hold her close to me, I will not let my chance slip away like a moment in time because she was never mine to start off with.

You shake your head, getting prepared for heartbreak.

“I love you.”

The words ring in your ears like the chants of the men during tourneys. She cannot mean… There’s a lump in your throat that is acting as a barrier for your response, feeling like it’s all dried up. You laugh it off. Rhaenyra always jested in major circumstances.

“If you think I am jesting, then you are wrong. I am telling the truth, Y/n/n.” Rhaenyra admits, “When I see you with those suitors, it feels like my heart is not mine own and I have the urge to scare them off because I should be the one doing those grand gestures. Not them. You are my best friend. You don’t know what I’d do if someone unworthy of your love came to take you away. You don’t know what I’d do for you. Despise me all you want but that would not relinquish my desire of protecting you from them. What I feel… It’s real. I know it is,”

“Fuck the Septas, fuck the Kingdom, and fuck whoever decided that a woman’s only duty is to get married and produce heirs. We can live our lives together wherever you want. Say the word and we’ll go somewhere free of our duty. . . Or. . . If you cannot look at me the same way, I’ll go. You will not see me again. I would do all those things because I love you so much it appears as if a dragon is burning me alive on the inside every occasion that I see you entertain someone else.”

You clutch Rhaenyra’s hand, “I love you too, Rhaenyra.” Nothing else matters in the world upon hearing the words you’ve wanted to listen to since you fell in love. “Let’s run away.”

Rhaenyra grins from ear to ear while you connect your lips together. Her hands circle around your waist to keep you as close as possible. You melt against her, forbidding any rational thought to cross your mind and allowing Rhaenyra to take the lead. She hasn’t been this happy for a long time.

When you pull away for air, Rhaenyra turns her head to the distance, surveying the dragonpit. “Would you mind if I bring Syrax with us?”

“No, Princess. I love that dragon as much as you do.”

“That I will not question, my lady.”

You can say that love is the death of duty.

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elvisabutler · 2 years

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i'm on my knees and i can't wait to taste your rain

summary: austin is such a good boy for his mama. the best of boys especially at the oscars. rating: m. word count: 1943 ( blurbs, i said. blurbs. ) warnings: mommy kink. oral ( f ). dom/sub dynamic. anxiety attacks being alluded to as well as general anxiety. public play. vibrating cockring. orgasm control. the oscars? author's note: so. welcome to day three of kinktober: mommy kink with austin. if i haven't made it very clear, i love writing sub austin so much. you could give me a million prompts of it and i'd enjoy writing this man being a good boy. absolute puppy of a man, y'all. also treat me nice fans, peep me dropping sub austin in another closet/bathroom. i'm really enjoying kinktober, y'all. if you knew the things i had up my sleeves. also gif credit to @karamelcoveredolicity who blessed us all with this.

Austin is a good boy, a good man, a good puppy. He's polite to a fault, hardworking and one of the kindest souls you have every had the pleasure of knowing. Austin is gorgeous but seems to enjoy pretending he isn't, he seems to enjoy pretending that if acting doesn't pan out he could model. It'd be annoying on anyone but Austin.

But Austin is also one of the more anxious people you've met. He stays too much in his own head and can't always get himself out of it. You realize this when he's so nervous for an interview that he's shaking and no matter what trick or technique he tried he couldn't calm himself. The only thing that had worked was your hands on his shoulders telling he'd be okay over and over until you had heard him say "I heard you, mama" softly. The phrase sends such a shock to your system that you drop your hands so quickly you'd have thought Austin's skin was on fire. Austin's eyes widen and he opens his mouth to say something- anything- to explain himself before he's dragged to the proper backstage. You weren't his mama, you had done something like that other people, but to Austin? No, that hadn't crossed your mind. You weren't sure if you could do it. You stay in the dressing room until Austin comes back in. His lower lip is essentially completely in his mouth has he gnaws on it. You frown realizing just how far he's back in his head looking at you.

"Tell mama what's wrong, baby boy." You whisper as you stand up and take his hands in your own.

The relief on his face at your words and the way he sags against your body tell you that you made the right choice with your words that night. You learned just how much he needed a mama like you, someone to help him, someone to be there for him when others wouldn't be or wouldn't do. It made you wonder why you ever thought you couldn't do this with him. As he said that night and so many other nights in your lap.

"I think you might have been made just for me. Just to be my mama and to live your own life."

He only ever has said it in your lap, you never press about it otherwise.

Oscar season was going to be rough no matter what, you both knew this. It's why you had made sure that your schedule- as packed as it normally was at the beginning of the year was clear. It was an adjustment, telling your job that yes, you needed this time blocked off and if anyone needed your help you'd be available to talk but not for extensive amounts of time. You didn't usually attach conditions to your relationship with Austin, either as his mama or as his girlfriend but you had asked him to after award season was done to respect the fact that you were going to basically be living at the office. He had agreed with a bit of a pouty lip, but he was an adult, he could handle it.

It's the night of the ceremony and you specifically had told Austin that while it was the most important night of his life, he also needed to be in the moment enough to enjoy it. The two of you had come up with the idea of the vibrating cockring. By now- months from that interview you had learned that controlling when Austin could orgasm- controlling how hard his cock could be- was the best way to ensure he stayed focused and in the moment with you. You know you're not famous enough to be next to him in the cast pictures, you're not famous at all really but you still try and stay close, the remote for his cock ring in the pocket of your dress. It's in one of the photos on the red carpet that you see his hand shaking behind Priscilla's back and you turn up the vibration setting one level.

You can hear his intake of breath from a distance and you see his hand has stopped shaking before you realize that he's walking over to you with eyes that have had their pupils overtake most of the iris. His hand moves to grab your arm in an attempt to pull you close enough for him to whisper in your ear.

"Mama, I can't- you can't do that when I'm by Priscilla, she thought something was wrong." He practically hisses. There's no malice in his tone just worry that he exposed himself.

You smile for the cameras that are taking both of your pictures before leaning in to his ear and turning the vibration up one more level. "I'm your mama, baby boy, I can do it when I want. You were shaking. You needed it."

He opens his mouth to deny it before you raise your eyebrows and tilt your head just so, a sign that he knows means you will accept no arguments from him. Instead he shuts his mouth and moves to kiss you, something he knows the camera will enjoy. Austin Butler, man of the hour, the one who's likely to be the only one to take on Brendan Fraser for the best actor prize, kissing his lawyer girlfriend. He grabs your face as he's done a million times, both hands cupping your cheeks and you for once mirror him in front of the cameras, your own hands moving to cup his cheeks. He nuzzles into them and you can't help the soft smile that crosses your lips as you kiss him when you feel it.

"Color, baby boy?" You ask as you pull away.

"Green." A beat, and a murmur. "Need you though, mama. Need to taste your pussy when we go in. Please?"

You chuckle softly as you pull away. "Be good and we'll see."

Being good was a challenge, it shouldn't have been but you decided to up the ante to make sure Austin didn't start to panic about what was going to be happening tonight. What might not happen tonight. By the time you and him are at the end of the red carpet Austin's practically vibrating as if the cockring is making his whole body vibrate with it. His arm is around you and his mouth is by your ear the second you're away from the constant flashes of cameras.

"Please mama, please, I've been good. You're being mean but I'm such a good boy. Such a great boy for you." The words come out in what sounds like Elvis's southern drawl, half slurred and you find that it does something for you. Enough of something that you find yourself dragging him to the nearest room with a lock and forcing him in there. The second the door is locked you're bunching up your dress. The joys of buying your own and wearing it, you didn't have to worry about a designer getting mad you wrecked it.

"On your knees, Austin." You say as you shimmy out of your underwear.

He doesn't even hesitate his knees hitting the floor with a thump that has you wincing before you feel his tongue against your slit, causing a surprised "oh" to leave your mouth. He blows a puff of cold air against the warm line he had just left before humming and diving in. He eats you out like a man starved, his tongue flicking at your clit before dipping into your cunt a pale imitation of his dick or his fingers but the sensation of something slipping in and out of your cunt as quick as his tongue does has you gripping at the table behind you. He pulls away when he realizes your hands aren't in his hair.

"Hair, mama."

Two words before he's back against your core, focusing his attention on sucking at your clit, his faint 5 o'clock shadow scraping at cunt and the insides of your thighs. You let your hands move down to his hair, pulling it and earning a groan as well as a shiver from him. You know you have to be quiet, you two can't get caught, not tonight of all nights so you bite your lips even as you feel Austin's fingers join his tongue, curling just so to have your hips bucking against his face his nose putting pressure on your clit. You two are going to get caught but maybe it's worth it. Maybe it's worth it to make your baby boy happy, to give him the reward he deserved for being so good on the red carpet. To give him an incentive to be good throughout the ceremony.

"Such a good boy for your mama, Austin. The best boy a mama can ask for, god, baby, right there, fuck-" You whimper your thighs clenching around his head as you feel yourself right on the edge of coming. Austin smiles against you and nips at your clit and you clench even tighter as your toes curl and you lean back, your head hitting the wall behind you and your back arching before you come back down in a flash. Austin doesn't stop licking, almost as if he's trying to clean up the mess he made of you before he pulls back, his mouth covered in your juices.

"Best boy?" His eyes are a little lidded, but not enough that you're concerned for his well being. This is what he needed, this should settle him enough for most of the ceremony.

Your hand moves to the lapel of his jacket and you use the grip to pull him up to a standing position as best as you can. "The absolute best boy. A boy who's earned not having the cock ring on. Because mama knows her best boy can hold off on coming without it. Can't he?"

He nods slowly as he watches your hand sneak into his pants and with an ease he marvels at, manage to get the ring off without too much trouble. He sees your underwear on the floor and grabs them as you put the cock ring in your clutch. You eye the underwear until he says something.

"Can I keep them for a good luck charm tonight?" He asks, his face contorting into what you'd like to say is the best impression of a puppy dog that you've ever seen before. It makes your heart hurt and feel so full of love that you can't help but kiss Austin before you answer, tasting yourself on his lips.

"You can. Going to keep being a good boy tonight?" It's a question you don't need to ask but you figure checking in won't hurt as you straighten out your dress.

"With your panties in my pocket? Why wouldn't I be, mama?" He looks in the mirror and fixes his hair before turning to you. "Back out to that?"

"Back out to that, baby boy." You nod, taking his hand and squeezing it. "You're gonna win. Trust me when Mama says that."

He does and when he's thanking his mama in his speech everyone thinks he's just talking about Lori. And you know he is, but you also know his eyes don't ever leave yours when he says I couldn't have done this without my mama and you know it wasn't just her he was talking about. He might be the best boy in all of world to you, but to him, you might just be the best mama in all of the world.

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the-archxr · 2 years

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in your eyes

marc spector x reader

summary: marc sees the world in your eyes. too bad he doesn’t realize that you see the exact same thing in his.

a/n: *gif is not mine, it’s from pinterest* listen as much as I love writing some toe-curling, nail-biting marc smut, it was time that I write a next-level fluff/angst fic for him (because he deserves all the love in the world). I have a ton of asks that I promise I am getting to, along with my mr. knight smut, it’s just taking me a lil’ bit. also, I have no idea why this took me so fucking long to write?? so, here it finally is, enjoy x

warnings: YEARNING to the max; this shit is angsty; pining (marc thinks it’s one-sided, but it’s not) readers still oblivious??; mentions of abuse; swearing; self-deprecation; fucking pain; but lots of fucking fluff; they’re so in love; steven grant: wingman of the year

word count: 3.7k

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11:07 pm.

Being in your presence is…painful.

And Marc knows pain. He’s experienced it in all forms; has seen it manifested into everything he’s known, and everyone he’s loved.

He’s felt the ache of being on the brink of death and the guilt of still being alive. He’s felt the loss of his brother and the torment of his mother's wrath. He’s felt the sting of his actions as a mercenary, and the numbing of his mind through Khonshu’s control.

But this is new.

Because your presence is painful. Yes. But his love for you is debilitating.

It’s a sort of wound that comes from no physical injury. It’s not jagged and bloody, nor is it scarred or scabbed over. It’s not a grotesque bullet wound or a deep gash in his side. Simply, it’s a brand on his heart. One that cauterized itself on a random Tuesday morning when his eyes found yours.

And realistically, he should’ve seen it coming. He should’ve been able to sense it sneaking up on him ever-so-gently over the horizon. The rise of realization. The breaking point.

Realistically, Marc knows it was bound to happen. One way or another.

He was just never good with that sort of thing.

In his defence though, the whole moment happened in an instant. It was so quick, that he had already been swept off his feet before his mind could cement itself back to his body.

And maybe if it was better timing, maybe he could’ve prepared. Maybe he’d get the chance to be ready at the bridge with Khonshu’s armour. Have the time to shield himself before the proverbial sand storm ripped through everything.

But timing wasn’t Marc’s strong suit.

He never understood why it happened then. Why, out of all the time in the world, the universe had selected that exact—incredibly average—moment. But it had.

The two of you sat on the floor of his hotel room, splitting cheap room service breakfast and enjoying each other’s company as dawn broke behind the pyramids. The interaction was a comfort to him. Enough where he could let his guard down for once as you both sipped at your coffees and snacked on fresh fruit. It was something you had done a million times before, and would probably do a million times again.

But then you smiled at him.

This time, it wasn’t your usual smile; it wasn’t the typical snarky tick of your lips. It was lazy. Mellow. A gentle smile that slowly crept up to the ridge of your nose and the curve of your eyes. And when his gaze caught yours—when you gave him the softest, most intimate look he’s ever seen in his life—it all fell apart.

You hadn’t done much. And in hindsight, you never needed to.

Because, looking back on it, he was gone for you long before that morning. But it was at that moment he had decided you had the prettiest eyes he’s ever seen. It was also then that he realized how very badly he wanted to taste the coffee on your tongue.

And he almost did it. He almost swooped in and kissed you with just as much tenderness as your eyes offered him. But it didn’t take more than ten seconds for Marc to realize that no matter how badly he wanted you, he couldn’t have you.

He would never let himself.

Marc was broken. Irreparable. An empty carcass of a man that wasn’t anything more than an abundance of self-hatred and trauma. He was a pathetic comparison to you. If he was the moon, then you were the sun. You were so far away, and so beautiful and bright. And he just lived in your shadow. Watching from the dark; pining over something—someone—he could never reach. Someone that was never meant to be his.

And it was truly idiotic of him to think he even had a small chance. Even if it was for a few seconds…

Because he wasn’t worth having.

He can love you, and he already does with every fibre of his being, but that’s not enough to make you stay. Because you have to love him back. All of him. Every sharp edge and splintered crack. Every piece of him you could cut yourself on, you would have to love completely. Wholly. Without any doubts or fears. You would have to love him the way he loves you.

And Marc knows that’s just too much to ask.

So he moved on that morning, and every day after, acting as though he hadn’t had the biggest revelation of his life. As though the way he felt didn’t matter in the slightest, and that his heart didn’t betray him every single fucking chance it got.

But you had made it so incredibly difficult these past few days.

Pretending was his biggest strength. He could fib until he was blue in the face; could bluff until he believed any lie to be true. But every time your eyes searched for his, every time they softened in his direction, and every time you gave him that smooth smile, his resolve would crumble.

Like clockwork, you took a hammer to the cavity of his heart and smashed down the walls. You’d break everything with ease until it all fell in a giant pile by your feet. And when he built them back up; gluing and haphazardly tacking them back together, you would simply tear them down again.

In those moments of defeat; in the times when he was far too tired to rebuild the fortress, he’d be stuck wondering.

Thinking.

Entertaining the smallest possibility that there’s something else hiding behind your eyes. That past the galaxies—all the nebulae and stars—he’d find a home, made just for him. A place that assured him that he was welcome. That he was wanted. That you loved him.

And it was when he wondered when he had the time to mull over every late-night fantasy, that he just ended up hurting more.

But he assumes there’s a point where he has no one else to blame. Because he’s the one who keeps doing this to himself. He’s the one on his knees, praying to whatever’s out there to just take him out of his misery already. To show him some kind of mercy. Not that he deserves it. He knows he doesn’t. But you do. You deserve mercy.

You don’t deserve the burden of being what he lives for; of being his salvation. You’re more than just a lifeline.

Unfortunately, his soul had already decided that he needed you.

Holding himself back was a daily battle. One that left his heart contracting and his mind torn to shreds. It was a battle that gave him scars. Each night, he’d find a new scar in the constellation on his body. And every morning, it was accompanied by yet another one. Darker in colour. Bruised beyond anything.

A never-ending cycle.

He hated himself for falling. Hated how easy it was; how little effort it took to gravitate towards you. He was like a pebble in a flowing river, constantly moving and being thrown around as he aimlessly barreled toward the lake. Marc lacked any sort of self-control when it came to you.

And he hated it.

But not you. Even after all those times he convinced himself he should—for both of your sakes—he could never hate you.

Never.

11:20 pm.

You could never hate him.

But he could certainly hate you.

At least, that’s how it seemed. But there really was no other way to perceive it, was there? Marc had been ignoring you. And he had no problem in hiding that fact.

You weren’t sure if it was something you said. Whether you offended him or he just realized he was better off on his own. Regardless, he was ignoring you. Every joke, every small bit of conversation you tried to ignite would be shut down with uncharacteristic “hm’s” and a quick turn of the eyes.

It was almost like you disgusted him in a way. And that thought absolutely ruined you.

You felt stupid. Silly. Completely unlike yourself. But you couldn’t help it. You were heartbroken. And, really, there’s never been a light way to explain that kind of pain. It just was. You had already cried yourself to sleep over this. Had already imagined every possible reason why this was happening; why he was suddenly acting like this. But every time you got settled into bed, you couldn’t focus at all. Because of course, the guy you had to fall in love with had to be a massive jerk. Of course, the universe and all the gods had to do that to you.

It was just your luck.

But you should’ve seen it coming. It’s your fault for falling so easily. For thinking—wishing—that something good was finally coming to you. It was too good to be true and you just never picked up on that. It was your fault for interpreting the way Marc acted with you as something else. You two were friends, yes. But nothing more. Never were, and never will be.

But you’ve always been naive. Too naive.

Because at the end of the day it didn’t matter that you loved his eyes. It didn’t matter that you had seen yourself in universes and worlds with him. You had convinced yourself the two of you walked on the tightrope of friendship and more. So set on believing that you actually would fall together; into each other, like all those happy couples you see walking the street.

But you were wrong. About all of it. Because it doesn’t matter that you feel that way. He doesn’t.

He doesn’t see your eyes the way you see his. He doesn’t love you the way you love him.

And you just have to accept that.

Though it would definitely be easier to accept that in your sleep. If you even could fall asleep.

It was one of those nights where you were just far too uncomfortable to get situated in your bed. The pillows weren’t cool against your cheek and the sheets were scratchy against your legs. There was no breeze sweeping through the open window, and the air had gotten increasingly more muggy over the past hour.

Sweat stuck to your forehead as you tossed and turned; desperate for your limbs to relax and your breathing to slow.

But you couldn’t.

You couldn’t possibly try to focus on anything other than the heart you ripped out of your chest and left on your bedside table. It would’ve been an ugly sight if your imagination was real. If that were the case, it would sit in a puddle of blood and mourning. Exposed and in misery as it convulsed in time with your anger.

You felt like a petulant child. A kid that didn’t get to have what they wanted, and so, they resort to throwing a tantrum. A physical display of their frustrations and raging emotions.

A tantrum.

Your head turns to the clock beside your head.

11:25 pm.

You’re out of bed before you can even think. Stuffing your feet into your slippers you walk over to your bathroom mirror. There’s a scowl on your face, eyes cast dangerously low in mock threat. Your breathing runs ragged. Heavy. You’re upset. Royally pissed off.

Who the fuck does he think he is?

You tuck a couple stray strands of hair behind your ears before throwing open your hotel door. It slams shut as you inhale deeply, stomping over to Marc’s room.

He’s down the hall from you. A couple doors away to the right at the end of the corridor. Luckily, it’s out of the way. Out of sight, out of mind from the other guests who would surely kick you out the second, you gave him a piece of your mind.

Banging your closed fist on his door, you wait a couple seconds. The sound of blood flowing thrums in your ears filling the empty, late-night silence.

There are some muffled noises—the soft padding of feet and the squeak of the doorknob—and then Marc opens the door.

You both stare at each other. Sizing the other up for entirely different reasons. “…is…everything okay?”

“How ‘bout you tell me, Spector. Is everything fucking okay?”

You shove past him, barging unceremoniously into his space. His eyes grow to the size of full moons as he follows your pacing. The way you swiftly move back and forth from the balcony to him. You seem resentful, far more irritated than he’s ever seen you before. Then he’s ever wanted to see.

And he can tell that this won’t end well. He might not be the smartest man alive, but he’s perceptive enough. He’s been taught to pick up on reactions and situations way before they unfold. So as you grimace at him—as he watches the unfamiliar fire smoulder in the eyes he loves so much—he can’t help but feel the bubble of anxiety in the pit of his stomach.

Oh, this definitely won’t end well.

“Why are you ignoring me?” You snap. Marc, like the idiot he is, just stares right through you. You cross your arms and meet him in the middle of the room. “Did I do something wrong? Did I—did I offend you?”

“Wha—“

“Why the fuck have you been ignoring me, Marc?”

It’s right then and there when he realizes what you’re asking. When he realizes that you know. That you’ve figured him out completely.

He doesn’t respond. Truly, he doesn’t know what to say. He doesn’t know how he could answer your question without revealing everything. The constant fear he has of acknowledging his feelings nags at the edges of his consciousness. The words are trying to claw themselves out of his throat; rip through his vocal cords and float through the air. But he holds his breath. And for now, the words stay stuck in his mouth.

You’ve begun to quiet down, to an extent, as you wait for Marc to speak. And although he remains quiet, the tension—though it remains incredibly heavy—slowly dissipates the longer you stare at him.

The fact annoys you even more.

Because you want to be mad at him. And, to some point, you still are. But you’re also just sad. So fucking sad.

“Look, Marc, if I said something…if I hurt you somehow, I’m so, so sorry.” Your lip suddenly and unexpectedly quivers and tears prick at the corners of your eyes. Marc’s focus shifts to your change in demeanour. And within seconds, he feels his heartbreak. He feels the internal fortified cage begin to crack beneath its own weight. You sniffle, and he winces at the sound.

Taking a shaky breath, you pull your arms tighter over your chest; taut until there’s no room to breathe. Until you’re as small as possible. “I just want you to talk to me. So…if you could just…if you could just cut the horseshit that’d be fucking great.”

You wipe at your nose with the back of your hand and look away in embarrassment.

You’re exhausted. That much is clear. The bags beneath your eyes and the way your mouth falls are all clear indicators that you’re in pain.

You’re in pain because of him.

Which is exactly what he was afraid of.

I didn’t want this to happen.

“What?” You cry in confusion. Another sniffle. “What do you mean by that?”

He realizes then that he spoke out loud. His body had betrayed him once again. Unknowingly, Marc had opened the floodgates. Everything had been released, slipping away further and further away from his control.

You were so much closer now, face mere inches from his. Your eyes search his. And he gulps in a feeble attempt to gather himself.

“I meant that…” He takes note of the way the tears have glazed over your eyes and he grits his teeth. “Can’t handle seeing you cry, honey.” Marc shakes his head and tries to step back from you. “I’m sorry…”

Your hands cling to his forearms, slowly easing him back to you. The aggression in contrast with the tenderness makes him stop in his tracks; makes his breathing begin to stutter. “Marc…what’s wrong?”

He shrugs lightly, looking in the direction of the mirror beside the bed. He anticipates seeing Steven. To find some familiar comfort as he dangles above dangerous territory; as he dangles before you. Except he doesn’t find him. Instead, he’s just met with himself. Just his own reflection.

And yours.

Even in the reversed distortion of the glass, you're gorgeous. Other-worldly. He can see the way you look at him with intent; with both trepidation and determination. Even when he won’t meet your eyes, you give him all of your attention. You’re special that way. You make people feel special that way. So, if it were different circumstances, he would be preening beneath your gaze.

Time almost seems to slow when he actually looks your over. Fully. For the first time that day, really. From here, he can see you from another angle. In another light. It reminds him of how he sees you when Stevens fronting and he can stare in peace. When he can admire you from afar without any repercussions. Without any worry or fear.

Though he typically hates not being in control of his own body, most recently the reflections have been his closest friend. It’s the one time when he can allow himself to feel. When he doesn’t have to think about reality. When he can live in his delusions without judgement.

It’s a kind of freedom he doesn’t have anywhere else.

Except, he’s looking at your reflection—at you—now. He’s not hiding behind a barrier, not shielded by the safety of the unknown. He’s just there. Standing in front of you; present in front of you, with painfully obvious adoration all over his face.

Your hair is thrown up onto your head, and your shirt hangs over your left shoulder. You look partially unkempt. Messy. Natural. You look beautiful. The kind of lovely people can only dream of. And here you are. Looking at him in the mirror.

Shit.

He watches his mouth gape open and close like Gus, far too shocked to process what he’s witnessing. You’ve caught him in his dream. In seconds you stripped Marc bare until he was presented to you in just bones and muscle.

And sure you’ve never noticed before (at least he hopes so). But this? There was no way to get around this moment. There was no way to explain himself; excuse his actions and apologize in advance for putting you in such an uncomfortable situation.

He watches his mouth fall open again as he breathes in a gust of air. He goes to speak, but his throat is bare. Raw and sore and unable to form words. But then he’s watching your eyes drift from the mirror, up to his arm then to his face. You move so effortlessly; like it’s the easiest thing in the world. Like looking at him is the only thing you want to do.

He feels it in his fingertips first. There’s electricity there; trickling up his veins through his arms and into his neck; down his chest and into his legs. His body, from head to toe, feels numb as he studies your expressions. He closely watches as a softness forms in your eyes and your lips turn into a small smile.

You’re looking at him. Actually looking at him.

And really, it’s no different from the way you always look at him. It’s just…he’s seeing it differently now. If he was anyone else—an outsider looking in—he’d assume with the way the two of you are wrapped up in each other, you were lovers. Two people with an innate connection that couldn’t fool anyone.

Something he’s wanted for a long time.

Marc’s immediate response is to dismiss it. Pretend, yet again, that what he’s seeing isn’t real. It’s just his imagination. Matrixing, or whatever the fuck people call it.

But it’s difficult to brush it off. Especially with the way you’re looking at him.

“Marc,” you whisper. He can feel your breath on his neck; can feel the slight shake of your arms against his sides. You’re nervous.

So is he.

But something—someone—wills him to look down on you. Your mouth purses in shock at his confidence, as you come face-to-face with his dark brown eyes. They bore into you, yet they calm you all the same. You both reason, at the same time, that there’s no going back now. You lean into him. So much so, that his nose brushes against yours and your eyelashes flutter against his cheek. Your hands have come up to hold his shoulders, steadying yourself so as to avoid falling to your buckled knees.

And then he feels a push. It’s a gentle shove, a twist of his feet that aren’t his own actions, that makes his mouth collide with yours. The two of you stay there for a moment pressed into each other, eyes blown wide as you remain frozen in place.

It’s awkward and uncertain at first. But then instinct kicks in, and any confusion or hesitation you had left your body with a content sigh. Your hands smooth themselves over his arms as you gently move against his mouth; giving in to him as he touches your face.

He kisses you. Again, and again, and again. His lips glide over your bottom lip, tug at your top lip and peck at the corner of your mouth. He takes his sweet time exploring you. Exploring what you taste like. How you feel against him. How your kiss is better than anything he could’ve ever imagined.

All the while, he holds you in place. He cradles you as though you're fragile like you’ll shatter beneath his touch. One wrong move and you’ll disappear.

But as your grip tightens on his body—as you pull him even closer to you; breath fanning over each other’s face, eyes screwed shut as you allow yourselves to finally feel everything you’ve ever wanted to—he understands that you aren’t going anywhere.

Marc loves your eyes. You love his.

And although it may have taken a while to get here, it’s better late than never.

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r0b1ns · 1 year

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Could u do a Wednesday Addams x shy! Clumsy! werewolf! Male! Reader?

Note: sorry it took so long, also English is not my first language so feel free to correct me, hope you like it

Just realized I forgot the clumsy part sorry

WEDNESDAY ADDAMS HEADCANONS

X MALE READER

PLOT: see request above

CW: none

WORD COUNT: 600+

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She first noticed you when you were talking with Enid

You were good friends, duo to the fact you both "picked late"

You only wolfed out a few months before Wednesday came to Nevermore, so you and Enid bonded over it

She noticed Enid liked you and trusted you a lot

It was time for Enid's birthday, and Wednesday had the idea to buy her a scented candle

It was not her usual style, buying someone gifts? And a candle?

But she knew Enid would like it, so she decided to do it anyway

But she had a problem. Even two problems.

The first one, she didn't know where do you get candles

She wasn't here for long, and obviously didn't know about this kind of things

The second one, is the smell. She really hated the smell of candles

So one day when Enid was on a date with Ajax she approached you and asked you to go with her

Of course you agreed

You didn't talk at first

Just walking around the store trying to find something Enid would like

Wednesday read the names and if she liked them she gave them for you to smell

"It's called 'moon light' smell it"

At the end you bought 2 candles you though we're good enough

"Do you..want to go to the coffee?" She asked you

"Sure"

You met a guy named Tyler, they seemed close

You were jealous of his ability to communicate this freely

After that day Wednesday started acknowledging you more

Asking things about class or just random stuff

The first time you hang out together aline after the search for the perfect candle was when she invited you and Enid to explore an abandoned house, but Enid couldn't go, she had yet another date with Ajax

"Wednesday I told you like, a million times about this date!"

"Oh, really? Must've slipped my mind"

It was fun and creepy at the same time

You noticed thing wasn't here either

Wednesday said he was sick (can a hand be sick?)

It was weird, but you didn't complain

You became more open and free with her

Starting to initiate conversations and asking her to hang out

Surprisingly she almost always agreed

It has been two months now after you first hang out together, and you were sitting on a bench near a hidden lake in the forest

It was quite accept the sound of running water

You were watching Wednesday writing something in her journal, about something you found in the woods the other day

It became a habit just sitting here on the bench together

"What?" She asked

"Nothing, nothing"

She wasn't convinced

You really wanted to kiss her

She looked so pretty

Instead, you took her hand in yours and intertwined your fingers together

She briefly looked down and again at you

You started at each other for a minute and than something just snapped in you, and you connected your lips together

Since this day she became so overprotective of you

Yes, you are a werewolf, she's very well aware of it

But she feels like it's her duty

Anytime some Normy made a comment about you she would spit something way worse at them

And any time other werewolves made fun of you for being a late bloomer she found something smart to say everytime

She really didn't think she'd be in a relationship

But she really liked you, and she wasn't gonna let go of you

Her family also really likes you

Morticia always says what a sweet boy you are, and that she's afraid to break you

You got along with pugsly so we'll, he was like a brother to you

And you two plus Enid were inseparable

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sobredunia · 9 months

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tell me about Fez, please, im looking through your blog and like, i am intrigued

please click read more for an unskippable cutscene

ALRIGHT SO.

FEZ is an indie game created by a (now hated on the internet) guy called Phil Fish. If you wanna find out why he's hated do your own research this isn't about him it's about his videogame

It came out on april 13th of 2012 (yes. homestuck day. i know), and it sold over a million copies by the end of 2013. I've tried finding how many copies have been sold up to this day in total but didn't find anything, but the general gist is that it was pretty much an instant hit, and people absolutely loved it, working together to solve its intricate puzzles even to this day. Yes, there are mysteries hidden in here that an entire community of dedicated fans still hasn't found the solution to 11 years later

(tiny warning here, do not play this game if you have motion sickness or are severely affected by rapidly changing images, there are whole areas that are a doozy to play through. Please stay safe!)

Gameplay

Fez has a singular core mechanic that remains unchanging throughout the entire course of the game, and that is the ability to change perspectives

this is what the game looks like, a 2d pixelated landscape with tons of beautiful colors

but.

this is what the game also looks like

that's right, baby, this shit's actually in 3d

you use this change of perspective nonstop throughout your adventure, to cross gaps like demonstrated in the gif, or to simply access places you couldn't in that current perspective. There are other tiny mechanics that get added, like invisible platforms, crates and buttons, bombs, timed platforms that disappear... they add a bit of flavor, but the main mechanic is always there

There's also a really big emphasis on puzzles towards the latter half of the game, but I'll get more into it later

Story motivations

Your name is Gomez, you are a tiny little guy living in a cozy 2d village that you have never ever left. One day, an old man named Geezer sends you a letter asking you to climb to the top of the village. There, a giant fucking cube appears outta nowhere, teleports you to a satanic ritual, then to the vaccum of space, speaks to you in a strange language you cannot understand, and gives you a free hat. Oh and also he explodes or something

After you're given the hat, the fez, you discover that the world is actually in 3d, and you can now change perspectives. You unlock the core mechanic

After that, you wake up in your room with the fez still on your head, and a being in 4d called Dot is sent from who knows where to tell you that the cube that gave you the hat is called Hexahedron, is actually technically kinda god, and you fucking killed him. Now, your mission is to pick up its 64 pieces and reconstruct him

You see all those tiny golden cubes? You have to collect 8 of them to make a bigger cube, and you need to collect 32 of those

Now hold on, I hear you ask, didn't you just say that you need to collect 64 pieces? Why are you changing your mind and saying 32?

Because, my dear friend, there is another type of cube that you have to also collect

These are called anticubes. Y'know, "a negative for every positive" type of stuff. You have to also collect 32 of those

The main difference between an anticube and a normal cube is that they aren't broken into 8 pieces, when you find one it'll be whole. You can also sometimes encounter full golden cubes btw, but they're rarer than its normal tiny pieces that you collect. Another main difference is that these cubes are much, much harder to find, and I'll go into detail in the next section

There's also this one hub area, with four doors that will only open once you have enough cubes (anticubes also count)

Once you open the door with 16 cubes, you'll enter this one town filled with people that aren't quite like you. In there there's yet another door that will open when you get 32 cubes, so get to gathering motherfucker, you got a long way ahead of you

Puzzles (anticube edition)

When you collect that first anti cube, there is no going back. The floodgates have opened and you are now too deep in. You know too much. You must see this to the very end, for better and especially for the worse

The puzzles in fez are actually surprisingly varied when it comes to difficulty and accessibility. Most likely, the first anticube you'll find will be in this one room. You'll scan the qr code and do the instructions it says, and then the horror of your new life will begin

But this is just the tip of the iceberg, because BOY OH BOY are anticubes convoluted to find in some cases

Sometimes you'll get them by solving relatively easy puzzles, like this one

others will require a bit more thinking, like this one

and then we have the hardest ones where you'll have to learn how to read words, numbers, and commands in the FEZ language

and these arent even the hardest bullshit puzzles the game will pull at you. it gets worse. it gets so much worse

Game ending

Surprisingly enough, you can get a game ending with just 32 cubes. In fact, it is literally impossible to get the 64 cube ending without the 32 cube one unless you have outside help, you know the answer to all puzzles, or you somehow get extremely lucky in a very specific number of rooms

Behind the 32 cube door there's a giant gate that, and I shit you not, teleports you into fucking space

Aliens are canon in the fez lore and they look like squids

Once you reach the top of the alien temple fucking thing, you enter an eye(?) and there you meet the shell of god, the Hexahedron. Since you haven't gathered all 64 cubes, it fails to reconstruct, and it breaks down. This part is pretty dangerous for people with epilepsy, by the way, as there's rapidly changing black and white colors. The 64 cube ending is a bit easier in the eyes, but yeah, just a heads up

In the 32 cube ending, you get sent back home, and you see how the town gets more and more pixelated. Then you see a weird sequence that's like those videos of people really zooming in into things and you see the particles and microscopic stuff?? idk. and then you see Gomez playing the drums :D

After that, you wake up in your room, still with your Fez, and the same sequence at the start of the game plays out. You go to the top of the village, Geezer summons a giant fucking cube, you meet god, but instead of getting another fez, you get cool glasses, that allow you to finally solve a batch of puzzles you couldn't see before and you can finally gather the last anticubes

In the 64 cube ending, the Hexahedron reforms correctly, and instead of zooming in, it zooms out. You see that your world is a tiny cube next to many tiny cubes, and then those tiny cubes form a 4d entity that looks just like Dot, and then those many Dots next to eachother zoom out until they're nothing but static, and then it looks like a tv is turned off, and then the credits roll

They're both very strange endings, and definitely not what a lot of players expected or wanted, but what can you do

Puzzles (hell edition)

NOW.

You thought that was the end?

You thought you could simply walk away scot free?

You thought that this game had no more last "fuck you"s up in its arse?

You thought fucking wrong

Because you know that something's not right

Because you're in too deep

You've played this far. You've scrolled this far.

You have to see how this ends

You have to tie up the last loose ends

You see this? This is the game's map. It actually has a really clever design! Not only are the icons for the areas cubes, but you can also change perspectives like how you do in-game! Pretty cool, right? There are also some small indicators you can see on the bottom left. They mark if you've left any cubes, bits, treasures, or locked doors. They also mark any secrets you might have left! And they turn golden once you've found everything there is in that room, including secrets

If you were normal (let's imagine that for a bit, okay?) and you got the 64 cube ending, that's it, right? You've gathered every cube, you've gathered every map (you need them to get all cubes), you've gotten every key and opened every locked door, that should be it, right? You have everything the game asked you to have, so the whole map should be golden, right?

...right?

No! :D you fucking fool, you poor summer child

In fact, there are three rooms left. Three rooms left with a secret symbol next to them, and one other special room

First, we'll talk about the special room

Once you gather 64 cubes, you'll be able to open a door hidden on an unsuspecting island and access this one special room

kinda weird, right? It has a tileset that appears nowhere else in the game, same with its background. There's also a strange transparent heart over it? Strange

Now, the three ungolden rooms

First, the observatory, the room with the easiest puzzle, at least in comparison with the other two

Second, you have whatever the fuck this is. In order to solve this one, you HAVE to know the Fez language, no ifs or buts. Not only that, but there's a high chance that you were reading the language the wrong way, so in order to have the remote chance to solve this mf you'll have to git gud and realise the error of your ways

And last, but definitely not least

The most infamous room in the entire game aside from maybe the heart room previously shown

This cunt

These three are the hardest challenges the game has to offer, no exaggeration. And also, the first two rooms can be solved at any point of your adventure, but for the third one you HAVE to have completed the 32 cube ending, no workarounds

Now, how to solve them?

If you go to the observatory at night, you'll notice two red blinking stars in the corner. They're speaking in binary code, with one being 1 and the other being 0. Then, that binary has to be translated into a buncha diff languages to be decoded, and once you're done you'll be left with a set of commands that you'll enter in the observatory to get a special red cube that not even Dot, the motherfucker in 4 dimensions that knows things beyond our comprehension, knows what it is

For the second room in fez language, you'll need to answer a question with the cubes provided to you. It's a weird thing where you have to mix this word with the name of the company who made the game, I don't know man. Once you've answered you'll get the second red cube

And now, the third room

Commonly denominated the black monolith room

Why is there no black monolith?

Because you have to make it appear

First, you have to get this burnt map

Behind it, there's a string of code that translates into commands

You need to get into the room, and use the special ability given to you in the 32 cube ending: first perspective mode

You'll have to stand in the tiny square inside this infinity symbol thing that doesn't have a line in it (basically, not the one the screenshot is looking at lol), and then you'll have to do the commands

Once you do it, the black monolith will appear

Okay, you did it

You put the code correctly

Now what?

This isn't a collectable. This isn't a red cube. This doesn't do anything. What is this? How do I solve this puzzle

You wanna know the answer?

Who fucking knows

No one knows the answer to this. No one knows how to solve this. The community solved this a week after launch by bruteforcing it. I shit you not they made a bot that spewed random fez inputs and people just tried them until they got the correct solution

No one knows how it's meant to be solved. To this day, people still go on the r/fez subreddit to give their theories on what the intended solution was meant to be

They have tried everything

The position of the candles, the boiler room, some other random ass rooms that look remotely similar to the black monolith room, a random shower room, it somehow being on a book in the game that's just filled with haikus??, some bullshittery mobius strip mental gymnastics, the other half of the code being in an abandoned airport in Arizona...

...whatever the fuck this is...

by far the most known theory was the release date theory

but that got disproven by one of the devs a few years ago

but anyways, we've already gone through insanity for long enough, it's time to be normal now

Once you've gathered all of the red pieces, they will appear in the heart room

that's it

we're done

...

....almost

there's a secret code

one that was actually intended to be datamined for once lmao

If you look at certain artifacts in the menu and you rotate them a certain way in a certain order, the heart will vanish and the screen will turn white

you'll be sent back to the menu, and if you load that save file and go back into the temple...

there will be nothing waiting for you there

that, my friend, is the true end of Fez

You wanted to know too much, you wanted to learn everything, to the point of wanting to tear open a creation that took blood, sweat, tears, and five years to complete. And now there is nothing. You ignored the game's boundaries of only wanting to let you know this much, and now the game is empty, the love is gone, and there is nothing left for you here

You can leave now, I hope you're satisfied

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thesandsofelsweyr · 4 months

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20 Questions for Fic Writers!

TY for tagging me @zeroducks-2 😘 Passing to torch along to @blahwesome, @baesonjason, @niphredil-14, @scaryscarecrows, @mrsd-writes, @igotanidea, @artzysyam, @thejasonandsladeagenda (no pressure ofc!)

How many works do you have on AO3? 11 on SandsOfElsweyr, 2 on my other top secret account 👀

What’s your total A03 word count? 47,475

What fandoms do you write for? I've written fic for Dragon Age and Skyrim, but my only published fics are in the Jason Peter Todd fandom 😉

What are your top five fics by kudos? (Only including my SandsOfElsweyr fics)

✧ The Sus Boy Next Door (ao3) 229 Kudos ✧

After coming back from a terrible blind date your asshole neighbor is the last person you want to see right now. He doesn’t have his signature scowl for you tonight, however. Tonight he seems terrified.

✧ Hollowed Out (ao3) 194 Kudos ✧

When Jason saw that photo of Batman and his new Robin, the thin cord of hope holding him together had snapped and he had broken into a million pieces. No one was coming for him. Not one single person on the planet cared whether he lived or died, or how much he suffered, or how loud he screamed. No one except the Clown. He was Joker’s now, and he would say or do anything to get a reprieve from the torment and the pain, even if it meant letting himself be reduced to something less than human.

✧ Remember Jason Todd? (ao3) 114 Kudos ✧

Joker reminisces to Batman about one of the happiest years of his life: the year he spent breaking Jason Todd.

✧ The Wrong Cell (ao3) 96 Kudos ✧

When Harley comes to fetch Batman’s annoying little sidekick from his cell in Arkham Asylum she finds someone unexpected in his place.

✧ His (ao3) 82 Kudos ✧

Jason has been beaten half to death with a crowbar, shredded by barbed wire, strung up for so long his shoulders ripped from their sockets, shocked, starved, branded… It's only a wooden paddle, it can’t hurt more than any of the Clown’s other toys… right?

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? I get behind sometimes but I try to reply to every comment I get. If you take the time to leave me a comment, I'll take the time to give you a reply! Fun fact: I love replying with reaction gifs, hehehe

What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? lol. Almost every fic I write has an angsty ending 😂 I suppose Hollowed Out (ao3) is the angstiest so far.

What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Touch (ao3) or Cocoon (ao3)

Do you get hate on your fic? I'm sure I do but I've thankfully never seen it!

Do you write smut? Yes. Badly 😂 But I'm learning! Practice makes perfect~

Do you write crossovers? Personally not a fan of crossovers 🙃

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I know of

Have you ever had a fic translated? Nope

Have you ever co-written a fic? Nope

What‘s your all-time favourite ship? Probably SanSan (ASoIaF). Then there's Shakarian (Mass Effect), Surana x Alistair (Dragon Age), and AK Jay x my OC 💕 Also can't forget AK JokerJay and Thramsay (ASoIaF), muwahaha 😈

What’s the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? I don't want to answer this and jinx myself!

What’s your writing strengths? Putting men through the ringer.

What’s your writing weaknesses? Overcoming my perfectionism 😪

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? I have to phone a friend!

First fandom you wrote for? Probably Mario? I've been writing for a looooooooong ass time, heh.

Favourite fic you’ve ever written? Hollowed Out (ao3) ❤️❤️❤️

#about sands

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thatblackravenclaw · 2 years

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I Can't Do It Anymore

Masterlist

author note: I'm sorry y'all but I legit cannot find a gif for this fic and also I don't have it in me to write smut today. Also, boys are very stupid. Okay enjoy the fic :)

au: modern CEO

poly!marauders x fem!reader

word count: 1.3k

warning(s): angsty, lack of communication, illusions to smut at the end, talk of a breeding kink

I have to leave. What’s the point in being in a relationship with 3 men that are always busy? They work from sun up to sun down, when they get home they go straight to sleep, and on weekends they do more work. I get it they’re busy and I respect the dedication to their job, but I truly have no purpose. We don’t even see each other.

Packing up this bag right now is one of the hardest yet easiest things I’ve had to do. I look at all the gowns that they bought me for when I would go to their corporate events. My favorite was always the red strapless one. It has a short train as it pools to the floor and has a gold shimmer when in certain light. The very first dress they bought me.

I only have about 30 minutes until they get back so it’s about time I get going. I roll the suitcase behind me as I walk to the door. I stop at the threshold and look around one last time.

As I close the door, I turn around and find Marlene, my bodyguard, in front of me.

“And where are you going?”

I freeze. Every emotion hitting me at once. The one that stands out the most is sadness.

“Marls, I love you so much. Thank you for protecting me these past 4 years, but this is one thing you couldn’t have protected me from.”

She looks me in my eyes with sympathy.

“You’re leaving aren’t you?” She states more than she asks.

I smile and nod my head as the tears well in my eyes. She grabs me and holds me tight.

“You never needed a bodyguard. You’re gonna kick ass, babe.” She whispers in my ear before letting me go.

I grab the handle of my suitcase and continue on to my car without looking at her. If I did, I for sure would second guess my decision to leave. She’s my best friend.

I put the bag in the trunk and step into the front seat and drive away from the place I once called home.

-.-.-.-.-

Remus’ POV

“We should retire.” I hear Sirius say.

“We’re 27.” I respond with a sigh.

“So? We’re rich.”

“We’d could become richer if we don’t retire right now.” James replies.

Their argument continues as background noise as I focus more on driving. I just want to get home and see y/n. A part of me agrees with Sirius, but for different reason. The company honestly can run without us having to constantly be there. We could step back a bit and spend more time with y/n. Maybe have some kids. We all talked about it when we first got married, but me and the guys wanted to have a steady enough job before starting a family. I think we’re at that point.

“How do you guys feel about kids.” I ask openly.

“Annoying little vermin. Why?” Sirius says.

“No, you oaf. I mean with y/n.” I say as I roll my eyes.

“OH! Yeah. I can picture it.”

“Me too, but why are you asking?” James also says.

“We’re wealthy CEOs that have what they want with a drop of a pin. We’re steady. I think we should ask y/n if she still wants kids.”

“Why not.” Sirius says with a shrug.

And with that it’s decided. Now I’m doubly excited to see her when we get home in a few minutes.

-.-.-.-.-

Your POV

How do I change my number and still get a million calls a day? I’ve been ignoring it for the past hour, but this is getting ridiculous. I look over at the caller ID and see that it’s Marlene.

“What’s up babe?” I ask worriedly.

“Where are you and why did you change your number?” I hear a gruff voice ask. It’s Sirius.

“Wow. I’m surprised you guys noticed that quickly.”

“Please come home y/n. Why did you leave?”

I can’t help, but hear my heart break as I hear Remus’ tone. I almost lose my composure for a second.

“Am I on speaker?” I ask.

“Yes.” They all say at once.

“Don’t worry about where I’m at. Just know that the divorce papers should be there tomorrow. I left all the stuff that you guys bought me.”

“Why did you leave.” James asks with a quiver in his voice.

“Because we just weren’t working. You guys are busy and I respect that, but I don’t want to be the longing housewife anymore. I love you guys, but I believe this is the end of us.”

I go to hang up when I hear a voice yell, “wait”.

“Tomorrow. Let’s meet tomorrow. Here. Can we please talk one more time before you want nothing to do with us anymore.”

Against my better judgement I say, “Okay.”

I can’t believe I’m doing this. I made a big ass exit just to go back to talk. I feel a bit foolish. I shouldn’t have said yes.

I stay parked outside the house for a few minutes. I could just go back to my new place. I could turn around right now and they wouldn’t even know.

The front door open and out comes Sirius. I accept my fate and turn off the car.

He hold the door open for me and I walk in swiftly. Rem and James are sitting on the couch, awaiting my arrival I assume. I sit down in the accent chair that’s adjacent to the couch and look around.

“I’m not quite sure why I’m here. I basically told you guys everything last night.”

“We stepped back. From the company.” Remus says.

“You what?” I say with my eyebrows raised in surprise.

“We stepped back.” James re-enforces.

“But why? That’s your guy’s life. That’s your baby.”

“No. You are.” Sirius says as he sits up and reaches for my hand.

I feel myself gravitate towards the couch. I sit in between Remus and Sirius while looking down at our intertwined hands.

“Please come back.” Remus says with a noticeable quiver.

“I- I don’t know. I don’t know if I can risk going through that again. What’s the point of a marriage if I don’t even get to see you? I can’t feel that way again. I just can’t.”

“You won’t! We promise you won’t.” James says.

“And how do I know that?” I ask.

“Because you are way more important than any company. If you want us to sell it, we will.”

“Woah.” I say with a laugh. “We don’t need to go that far. I just want to know that it would really be different this time.”

“It would be. Especially if you’re having our baby.” I look up to see a glint of mischief in Remus’ eyes.

“I knew you guys just wanted to breed me.” I say with the same look.

“That, and,” James says as he kneels in front of me, his hands caressing my thighs, slowly spreading them. “We promised you that we would try for one once we were steady.”

“Well guess what baby.” Sirius says as he places a kiss on my neck.

“We’re steady.” Remus huskily says in my ear and then placing a kiss on my cheek.

“Okay. Okay!” I say with a trembling moan in my tone. “We’re not conceiving our baby on the sofa.”

Without any more words spoken, we head upstairs. Sirius throws me over his shoulder. Claims I was slowing them down. Before I know it, I’m being thrown on the bed and being looked at with nothing but lust and desire.

“What would you like to do, my love? This night is all about you.” James says.

I pretend to think for a moment.

“I believe we’re wearing too much clothing gentlemen.”

They all smirk at each other before undressing. I don’t move a muscle. I sit back and enjoy the show.

#marauders x fem!reader #marauders x you #marauders fic #marauders angst #marauders x y/n #marauders x reader #marauders fanfiction

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contentconsumer · 2 years

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prompt 7 'Don't hurt me again' for jonathan byers please 😢

i simply cannot keep a fic sad, they must make up. you can find my prompt list here and request for drabbles are open! not my gif and this is definitely not proof read.

you stared at the boy in front of you as he stared at nancy wheeler. your heart slowly crushing into thousands of pieces, it would be millions but for some reason the fact you expected his infatuation with her softens the blow. like your mind is calmer because it proves all your overthinking was right. you beg the tears in your eyes to blink away as you sigh and shift your weight between your feet, “so yeah as i was saying,” you start, forcing a cough to clear the lump in your throat and also grab jonathan’s attention, “you know what? it doesn’t matter” “no what were you saying?” jonathan finally looks down at you. “no jonathan,” you push him slightly away form you, “it doesn’t matter. nothing that i say matters to you anymore, i mean you’re too busy staring at her to realise i stopped speaking like 30 seconds ago.” your emotions start to spit and bubble in the pit of your stomach, “what are you talking about?” “jonathan i’m not fucking stupid, don’t treat me like i am. why are you obsessed with her?” “i’m not obsessed with anyone, i’m just friends with her the same way your friends with steve now.” he tries to deject the blame which just makes you angrier, “jonathan,” you stare, “i didn’t even say who i was talking about and you’re already trying to shift the blame to me? i can’t be with you if you’re gonna keep looking at her like that?” you state, tears welling in your eyes, “looking at her like what? what are you talking about?” “you’re looking at her like,” you breathe, “like you used to look at me.” “now you’re just making stuff up to start an argument common y/n lets just go home.” “you don’t get to do this,” you wave your arms in the space between the pair of you, “you don’t get to decide who’s in charge and what’s right/wrong, i wasn’t trying to start an argument i’m just sick of MY boyfriend staring at other girls.”

“look y/n if your jealous-” “jealous?” you laugh, “leave me alone.” “what?” it’s only at this point does he try to take a step closer, you realitate by stepping back, “you heard me. we’re done, i’m not prepared to go on with our relationship if you’re gonna check out other girls then blame my insecurities” “lets talk about this y/n.” “there’s nothing to talk about jonathan don’t you get it? we’re done.”

you hadn’t seen jonathan for days, you just assumed he was with nancy, currently you were sat in your bed despite the fact it was 4pm, grieving the end of your relationship. it’s safe to say you were feeling pretty sorry for yourself and while you were wallowing in self pity you found it hard to hear the knocking on your door, that was until a recognisable voice mumbled your name through the wood, you bring your head over the covers to stare at the door trying to figure out if you had imagined your ex-boyfriend’s voice but before you can question it again you hear a small knock, “y/n please let me in” jonathan almost whines. you slowly approach the door, opening it slightly to see him stood there with one arm stretched against the door, getting ready to knock again and the other behind his back.

“what do you want?” you sniffle, jonathan’s heart breaks hearing your voice, knowing he’s the reason why. “please baby, just let me in” you set the door slightly ajar, he pushed on it before closing it back behind it while you take a seat on the edge of your unmade bed, “well?” you prompt, “look y/n i messed up, big time, we both know that but loosing you has been the worst thing that has every happened to me and i’m not here to try and beg for you back so that you reluctantly say yes just to get rid of me, unless of course that would work?” he tries with an suggestive eyebrow, for the first time in days you feel a smile almost creep onto your face, “no i didn’t think it would,” he sighs slightly deflated that he didn’t make you laugh, “but what i’m trying to say is, i know you’re hurting and i know it’s my fault and i’m so sorry for making you feel second best but i want you to know,” he steps closer - brushing a fallen piece of hair behind your ear, “no one could ever be better than you and i was stupid for trying to jump to conclusiosn or justify my actions - i was wrong and i’m sorry but please could you forgive me?” at this point he pulls his other arm from behind his back flourishing a bouquet of your favourite flowers.

you go back and forth for a few minutes, both mentally and vocally, conversing with jonathan trying to figure out if you can trust him again.

the situation pulls a sigh from your lips, in a sense you can see and feel how sorry jonathan is and every fibre of your being wants you to accept him with open arms, you are still hesitant, “if i take you back i need you to promise me something?” “anything y/n” “please please don’t hurt me again” “i wouldn’t dream of it baby, i love you.” your eyes widen at that statement, it’s the first time either of you had said the l word, you stand to meet his gaze, “i love you too idiot” you smile, taking the flowers from him.

#jonathan byers ship #jonathan byers imagine #jonathan byers x reader #jonathan byers #x reader #stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things masterlist #stranger things imagine #jonathan byers blurb

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darsynia · 1 year

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The Light of Hidden Flowers | Oneshot

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Summary: As he searches millions of universes for a way to defeat Thanos without losing anyone in the process, Stephen can't help but look up his beloved Hope. He knows he shouldn't meddle in the events of worlds not his to influence, but makes an exception this time. Length/Warnings: 1,703, tw homelessness Notes: Written on impulse to cheer up @sobeautifullyobsessed who could also use some hope. Based in the Friday In the Park With Stephen universe, set during 14,000,604, with an alternate universe version of her OC Hope Collins (with her permission, and thank you!)

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I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance, risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. ~Translated selection from Sonnet XVII, by Pablo Neruda

The Light of Hidden Flowers

Not all universes are happy. Stephen knows this, has been faced with it multiple times during his Time Stone fueled search for answers… but seeing a devastated, depopulated New York in a few universes is less painful than what he sees here. He can imagine that deaths were quick, or that loved ones are holed away somewhere safe and hidden where he might never find them, and those thoughts bring a bizarre kind of comfort.

But the combination of finding a normal-looking universe without Hope and then immediately stepping into a universe where she’s downtrodden and in misery… it’s almost too much to bear.

Worse still, she’s clearly never met him before.

Unacceptable.

Tony’s pet project Peter would call this a side quest, but Stephen calls it justice. He knows himself, and it doesn’t take that much time to discover that this universe’s Stephen Strange is no sorcerer-- in fact, he’s a lonely workaholic, more dedicated and less egotistical, if the news articles are to be trusted. Well, no matter. If this universe needs him, it’ll call, whether or not the man’s wrist-deep in the task of saving someone’s life.

“Wake up!” Stephen tells his counterpart after spending an hour poking around in the quiet, sterile apartment. It’s too big, too empty, and oddly enough, too full of books of poetry and obviously thumbed-through romance novels. There’s just longing, and nowhere near enough satisfaction.

The solution is staring him in the face: this heartsore, Solemn version of himself needs color in his life, he needs joy, love, a reason for living.

He needs Hope.

Solemn startles awake, hand scrabbling for his wired alarm clock as if he could fight Stephen off with a symbol of time itself.

“I’ve finally truly lost it, haven’t I?” Solemn says bleakly, when his sleep-crusted eyes focus on his assailant.

“Wouldn’t you like to be found, instead?”

The bark of laughter he receives in response sounds so pained that Stephen almost wonders what it would be like to swap this man, send him on an adventure of a lifetime. Then again, if he could take someone with him, he’d have taken Not-His-Hope far away from this twisted-axis world and put her in the previous one, the universe that had already lost her.

“Trust me, buddy, no one’s looking.”

“You’re wrong,” Stephen says warmly, throwing an outfit at Solemn. “I’ll prove it to you, but if you hurt her, I’ll come back and set your whole world on fire.”

“Her?” Solemn scoffs-- but his hands speed up in their task of dressing. “What are you, the Ghost of Divorces Past?”

Stephen re-assesses how fair he’s been to this version of himself. If he’d married Christine and then lost her, instead of driving her away out of pain and ingratitude, he could very easily see himself becoming a sad recluse, wedded to his work.

“Sure I am. You have a spare room, yes?” he asks his other self, stalking out into the hallway to flip on the light and open various doors. Yes. Perfect. The overpriced apartment is just as he remembered, with two separate ‘master’ bedrooms of equal size-- and a shared luxury bathroom between. Just enough privacy and lack thereof.

“You do know it’s three in the morning,?” Solemn asks from behind him. “You’re not making me go out, are you? It’s freezing.”

Stephen whirls around. “Not fit for stray dogs, this weather, yes?” When Solemn just stands there looking confused, he pushes further. “Who or what do you think I am?”

“I think you’re a deranged version of me. You’re clearly here, I can touch you--” Solemn reaches out with one confident finger and pokes. “--but as to why, I couldn’t say. Cosmic realignment?”

“Something like that. I’m in the middle of saving the universe. Mine, mind you. Yours is… probably fine,” Stephen muses, gesturing for Solemn to follow him to the coat closet. He reaches in and pulls out a serviceable piece of boring warmth and tosses it over. “Except for one thing. The woman I love-- the woman you’ll probably love, if you know what’s good for you-- is in a bad way, here. Abandoned. Alone. It won’t stand. You’re in the same emotional space, by the looks of it, but where she has nothing, you have too much, if you catch my drift.”

Impatiently, Stephen finishes undoing the locks and yanks open the door, but as he’d worried, his dour other self hasn’t followed.

When he turns around to see why, Solemn is standing in the doorway in his socks.

“Shoes, you have shoes, do you not?”

“You’re an intergalactic matchmaker??”

Stephen walks over and points to the closet. “SHOES.”

“I--”

“Are you lonely?”

Solemn blinks at him, sleepiness and indignance warring on his face. “Yes.”

“Are you bored?”

A hesitant nod.

“Do you need color in your life? Flowers? Softness? Beauty? Grace?”

“I need sleep.”

Stephen sighs, then nods. “Okay, we’ll do it the easy way, then.” He spins up a portal to the parking lot Hope’s car is parked in, grabs Solemn by the elbow, and drags him through, socks and all.

He only realizes the flaw in his audacious plan when he taps on the slightly-fogged window. Consent. He has no idea whether she’ll be terrified to see two versions of a stranger demand that she uproot everything she owns. What if these two are too different to recognize each other’s souls?

It’s important that he not screw this up, so Stephen turns away to take a deep breath and settle himself. He runs through a bastardized version of one of Wong’s mantras and focuses on his breathing for a while, stepping further away so he’s not standing in a half-frozen puddle.

When he’s ready a few minutes later, Stephen is surprised to see that life has continued on without his interference, in the most unexpected and heartwarming of ways.

Solemn is crouched next to the open door of Hope’s sedan, and he’s got a small flashlight in his hand. Hope is cocooned in a blanket, stockinged feet dangling out of the car, staring at him in wonder. His heart contracts in his chest. She looks so like his Hope, and yet not quite.

“Tip your head back?” Solemn commands in a concerned voice. He straightens, a few seconds later, and looks over at Stephen. “She’s not well.”

“What do you want to do about it?”

“I’m sorry, are-- are you twins?” Hope asks in a weary voice, one hand steadying herself as she stands on the hem of her blanket. Stephen can’t skip ahead, can’t use magic to mend either of them. He’s got to experience each second, each minute of trying to persuade these people they’re good for each other.

It’s excruciating.

“That would be both more and less Strange than the reality,” Stephen finally answers with a forced chuckle. “How long can you leave your car here?”

Her expression grows distant, but somehow more noble, at the same time. “Two days, why?”

Stephen looks at Solemn, who is looking at him like he’s just solved a riddle. “You love her!” The steam from his exclamation puffs out into the cold night air and disappears, just like Stephen’s hopes that his crazy plan will work. There’s no way she’ll trust them now.

“He does look at me like he knows me, somehow,” Hope observes, shuffling over to stand closer to Solemn. “You’re warm,” she whispers, next. “I thought this was a dream, but--”

“So did I! I should be asleep, but instead I’m here living out a real-life Dickens nov-- Hang on,” Solemn says, breaking off and snapping his fingers before pointing at Stephen. “You want me to take her home with me, don’t you! What is this, our do-over?”

“Home,” Hope muses softly, before Stephen can answer.

It’s too much for him, and he looks up at the sky, furious at himself for his inability to hide the agony he’s feeling to see this normal-looking world’s miserable flaws. Escape is right there for the taking, and he almost wishes he had the cowardice to skip to the next universe and pretend this one never happened.

Ten million universes, and no solution to be found, yet. Is it comforting that it took ten million universes to find one where Hope is--

A hand on his arm startles Stephen out of his agonizing reverie.

“What can I do to help?” Hope asks.

That question hurts more than anything he endured at Dormammu’s hands.

“You can trust me,” he blurts out. “Both of you. Go through the portal I’m about to make, and lay down in a warm bed and sleep until you aren’t tired anymore.” Stephen turns to look at Solemn. “Talk to each other. Cook together. Read. If after a week you’re not smiling more, if you don’t feel like your day is brighter, help get her back on her feet and move on.”

The cold air is already freezing the tear tracks on his face, and Stephen wipes them away-- but Solemn surprises him by grabbing his hand and looking at the scars there.

“Who are you?”

“I’m you, after more trauma and triumph.”

“And you know her? From where you’re from?”

“Yes.” Stephen looks over and sees that Hope’s shivering. He pulls his wrist free of Solemn and casts a portal directly to the guest bedroom, watching her face. The bright gold casts a light that makes her frozen, delicate wonder look statuesque, despite her patched blanket. “Go on,” he encourages.

“You’re not coming?” she says, looking longingly at the bed on the other side. Solemn comes over to her and offers his arm, catching his breath when she looks up and nods shyly. The two are so caught up in the newness of each other that they don’t hear his answer.

“I have another world to save.”

#stephen strange #stephen strange x oc #heroic stephen strange #stephen strange fanfiction #stephen strange variants #romance #fluff and angst #finding hope (literally and figuratively)#alternate universes #written and posted with permission <3

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imminentinertia · 1 month

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Now that everyone's forgotten about it it's a great time to word vomit about Last Twilight, yes? But it was only recently I finally managed to finish the last episode of Last Twilight and I have Thoughts and I needed to digest.

I also have A Very Personal Frame of Reference for how I judge media dealing with blindness. What I have read about Last Twilight has been a lot of delight, a lot of disappointment with how the story went, analysis of colours and outfits and dialogue and narrative elements, but I haven't yet seen much about the depiction of vision loss. Soooo *cracks knuckles*

(I bet I've missed some posts about it, though. I'd like to be pointed to such posts)

As for me:

I had an older relative with severe vision loss thanks to untreated glaucoma (get your eyes checked regularly once you hit 40! Glaucoma is treatable).

I grew up with two friends who had lost an eye as small children - one also had severe vision loss in the remaining eye, the other had a well functioning eye. Actually I know more people my age who have lost an eye and I did then too, but I was close with these two and I guided the near blind one often.

I have a younger relative, someone very close to me, who gradually went from perfect vision to near blind. That's the most important person from everyone with visual impairment I've known, in this context.

Let's just say I had a beady eye (sorry) on Last Twilight when I first heard of it, since I have a fair bit of experience as friend, relative, guide and activist when it comes to visual impairment. I've tried moving about with a white cane and I've learned braille (I don't remember much, though). I've provided the audio commentary when watching films with blind people, more times than I can count (and I've explained several times, with various degrees of impatience, to seeing strangers that yes, blind people can enjoy the cinema). I know a fair bit about this, I believe.

Which means I'm rarely terribly impressed with media depictions of visual impairment and it's something I tend to focus on.

As for Last Twilight:

HOLY SHIT SEA'S AMAZING ACTING

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If anyone tries to claim he's not doing a fantastic job, they're objectively wrong. One may argue that artistic quality is subjective as it's invariably judged against a set of agreed upon conventions rather than true objective measures, but if you hold Sea's acting up against any agreed upon good acting and find it lacking, you need to look again.

I noticed him slipping (eyes focusing when they shouldn't) twice. Slightly. In the gif above, if a seeing character was delivering that line, the actor would focus on Jimmy when he turns his head. It's natural, there's movement and seeing people's attention is drawn to that, especially when it's this close to us.

Sea doesn't. He fucking doesn't. He looks like Day is concentrating and listening and feeling and he fucking doesn't even glance Jimmy's way even though that's what every cell in his human body wants him to. And that's just one of a million examples of how instruction, coaching and Sea's talent and effort offers up a Day that seriously seems visually impaired.

Sometimes, when a seeing actor is playing a blind character, they get instructed to - or choose - to go so unfocused that they look empty-brained. Some plaster on a vapid smile and/or Stevie Wonder head movements (you should know that Stevie Wonder turned blind very quickly after his premature birth, and he has no idea of how seeing people move. Adults who go blind are unlikely to move like him). Sea, however, looks like his brain is focusing but his eyes do not.

Day is intelligent and goofy and angry and bitter and worried and snarky-funny and sad and delighted and all of it shows on Sea's face, while his eyes look the part. It's so well done, I'm in awe.

Sea also moves exactly like my near blind younger relative and it's fucking uncanny. It's like seeing them. The often hesitant steps, the slight lean forward, the way Day uses his hands and fingers to figure out where he is and what is close to him, it gave me goosebumps. The way Day uses the remains of his sight to look at things is so like seeing my relative that I literally gasped the first time I saw it.

All the awards for Sea, please. And quite a few for Aof Noppharnach and the visually impaired acting coach. By the way, I never caught the coach's name, so if someone knows it I'd love to know.

HOLY SHIT A NEAR BLIND CHARACTER GETS TO BE COMPLEX

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That doesn't happen as often as one should think. When the story is about being/going blind, the blind character is often either a super brave little ray of sunshine, or terribly tragic. Day is neither. He is all of it. He is human. He's so well written it makes me need to chew on my fists, he has all the dimensions.

Mork is arguably a bit less rounded, but Mork wears quite a few masks, and he is absolutely a human being, not a pretty cardboard cutout.

HOLY SHIT A NEAR BLIND CHARACTER GETS TO DO REAL NEAR BLIND PEOPLE STUFF

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It doesn't happen as often as one might think. Fumbling somewhat, using a white cane (often in a completely meaningless way), wearing dark glasses all the fucking time - those are the staples of token blind characters, all too often. One of my favourite scenes in Last Twilight is actually when Day reads Morks contract, because it showcases a visually impaired person using his phone as a reading tool, perfectly real-looking. Well done! Kudos! Standing ovations! Now stop him there and don't let him do the stupid unnecessary breakup

Running with a seeing guide and using a phone for lots of text to speech/speech to text purposes. Going to events, libraries, bookshops, markets, parties. Going out to eat, watching a film. Day does all this with a caretaker's help for some, but not all of it. Blind people do things like this. They're not special little miracles for it, they're just people who hopefully have access to decent assistive products. Entirely too often main blind characters don't get to do many of these things. Entirely too often they're just vehicles for some inane moral of the "stay positive" variety, unless they're in a tragedy.

For the record, in the scene where Mork uses a white cane inexpertly, to put it mildly, it's quite obvious to me that Aof was aiming to show us Mork's sheer desperation. Mork's personality has extremes, and trying to put himself in a blind person's shoes and making it a lot of people's problem seems like something a distressed Mork could in fact do. The result is that he looks like a Bad Blind Character, but that's fine, just like the actors portraying those characters Mork doesn't know shit about what he's doing.

HOLY SHIT THEY DIDN'T MAKE DAY PERMANENTLY BLIND. WHO WOULD HAVE THOUGHT

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Yes. Well. Day gets his vision back in order to live properly happily ever after. I was mad as fuck about that for a while, and about the incredibly stupid breakup and time skip. I'm still mad about the most useless breakup plot fuckery ever and the time skip, and the general clunkiness of the final episode, but I'm not mad anymore about Last Twilight not showing that blind people can have true happiness.

It's about the audience, eh. To an audience of almost exclusively seeing people (I assume), losing one's sight is a frightful thing and doesn't make for the happiest of happy endings, and Day's condition is actually treatable. So production gave him his sight back. It would have been a notch braver to not do that, but a sweet romance isn't necessarily here to be all that brave. They did a lot of good work with showing how Day could manage many things on his own, with the right aids, and when the vast majority of the audience can be assumed to be seeing, showing how near blindness isn't crippling may be good enough.

After all, people are ignorant about blindness and will offer to help only to grab hold of the blind person's arm and drag them along, which is BAD, but if you've seen that guy on Last Twilight do guiding right maybe you'll do that yourself, if your assistance is needed some day. Maybe you'll listen to what the blind person is saying instead of assuming they lost their brain along with their vision.

And it's always a hell of a lot more convenient to see than to be blind, so when you have a condition that can be fixed, go ahead.

Except for that one fucking doctor making it sound like Day had three months left to live while it was just another few months until his vision would go completely, and everyone in the room (Day, mum, Night, Mork) just accepting that, I think Last Twilight did a really good job of showing that while there are great inconveniences to losing one's vision it's not being sentenced to sitting at home and feeling helpless, like Day starts out. It did a great job of dealing with an overprotective mother and a terribly guilty-feeling brother, too.

I would have liked Day to stay blind and end extremely happy, and I think it's bit of a waste of a character to heal him from the very premise of the story, but I'm not angry. Not anymore.

Although I greatly disliked the happyhappyhappy seeing ending, I was annoyed with most of the dad arc and the speedrun Night/Porjai romance, I loathed the breakup part and I hated how Day never took responsibility for his own actions leading to the accident where he got the cornea damage (although I will grudgingly admit that it's actually something that lends a whole lot of realism to Last Twilight and to Day), all in all, I honestly loved this show. No show is flawless, and Sea's gorgeous acting alone is enough to make up for a lot.

I recommend this blogger on how to write blind or visually impaired characters, if you'd like to know (a lot) more.

#last twilight the series #last twilight meta #visually impaired characters in fiction #immy mutters about things

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ndostairlyrium · 9 months

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Fanfiction Writer Bingo 🎲

Tagged by @greypetrel ✨ thanks dear ;; also for your input!

Edit: @shivunin I just noticed your tag, thank you so much ;; 💛

Before developing some of the slots, I'm quoting what @greypetrel wrote about the central statement, which is one of the reasons I asked for her opinion:

FanFiction is an actual literary genre as much as anything that gets written and read by other people. It's niche and it's for free, it doesn't mean it's inherently bad. "Fan Fiction" shouldn't be a synonym with "Poor writing and lack of originality"... Or no fanfiction would ever be published and sold millions of copies, am I right? ;) ("But some FF is pretty bad.". Yes, but so are published books. Publishing comes with editors and translators, authors are not alone and yet I could give you examples of published books that are just good to be used for decoupage.)

For me it was totally one of those "ooh, that makes sense" moments one has when reading something they never thought about. Both here and privately she put things in a way that makes absolutely sense and I wanted to highlight it ;; hope you don't mind having this reposted <3

Anyway!

I'm not an elder in whatever fandom space but I do have both a livejournal and a ff.net account lol and I still hold gently in my hands my efp account - if you're italian and into fics you know that site don't lie a nonna >> *buca palloni*

I tried to post on wattpad last year but I'm afraid I'm too old for that site :'D even if it has some cool personalization features.

I did roleplay! A lot, actually! it was my personality trait for a while lol VtM was a big fave <3 I even wrote a small short story instead of an actual backstory for the character I never had the chance to play ;;

Everything I write is 100% self indulgent << never doubt that!

Whatever you see going on in my tags here on this blog, I do that too on comments most of the times. Dude, I edit my comments twice before posting because they're filled with "aaaa eeeek uuuughhh"s :'DDD also they're full of gifs and memes << I'm an annyoing commentator (is that english? lmao) I really should restart reading and commenting fics now that I'm officially on holidays ;;

I do have three unfinished projects. Unfortunately, one is like... To be fair, I'm still bitter about how I handled it, because it's that fic that "deserves more attention". Deserved it, actually, and I forced myself to remove it because the fact that it had few interactions and it wasn't well received even within my mutual's circle was giving me severe anxiety. I took it way too personally <<' Now, I must thank and praise @underneathestars here because if it wasn't for her support, I wouldn't even have posted the final chapters of the first part. That was an "I wrote it for fun, I wasn't having fun" type scenario, basically. I was in a bad headspace and now that I'm less demanding with myself I'm starting to having much more fun writing ;; it took me a while to figure out that I don't need to be perfect in something I like to do in order to enjoy it and now I'm legit having the time of my life with the one I'm posting :'D

Sorry for the rant lol

Blank and tags:

I'm tagging: @underneathestars (ofc <3) @sparatus @demandthedoodles and I see everyone else had been tagged lol so whoever wants to do this, consider yourself tagged

#writing #fanfiction writer bingo #tag meme #I really should take a deep breath and stop worrying about posting my stuff in english lol #translating is hard guys

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fakeoldmanfucker · 10 months

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since i saw you have so many zuck post and i'm a little bit invest in it like you so i want to ask some question about threads since i don't want to have another social media because i have so much now

1. does moskovitz actually interact with zuck there? i saw them following each other

2. does saverin made an account and followed zuck?? since i don't know if that is his real account, tbh if he actually followed zuck, became one of the new users on threads i'd be surprised because i thought he already didn't care much about either fb or meta in general

also I saw zuck posting tsn reference there for threads and commenting gif of tsn too

sorry for my sloppy english, hope you reply

Hi anon! Thank you for your ask!

What I need everyone on Tumblr to know is that Mark is basically trying to reinvent himself. He's been the butt of a lot of jokes for about a decade now, and this bout with Elon, and Elon's fumbling of Twitter, has presented a prime opportunity for Mark to reboot his public image. This means he's responding to people's posts on Threads, making jokes, and yes, referencing The Social Network.

Now to your questions:

Yes! Dustin and Mark are actually still really close. Dustin's mentioned going on vacation with Mark fairly regularly (for whatever that means for them). Dustin had access to the pre-release launch of Threads and was user # 3037 (as indicated on his Instagram account), and he generally talks about Mark a lot, mostly to defend him/hype him up. He's been talking about Mark a lot lately, because of the drama with Musk and with the launch of Threads, but Mark has been pretty consistently mentioned in his Twitter posts, going back for years. Dustin seems to be particularly excited about Threads, probably because he feels let down by Twitter and the promise of Bluesky, and also because Dustin still owns a 0.6% stake in Meta, which is worth something like $5 billion. Dustin as well as other early Facebook employees have expressed a feeling of nostalgia and excitement akin to the early days of the company, both from the product development side as well as from the consumer side. Anyway, it seems that Dustin's penchant for micro-blogging and Mark's role to promote Meta's new app have combined and allowed them to publicly communicate for the first time in at least a decade. It has been, honestly, delightful to watch. See the bottom of the post for screenshots of their interactions.

Judging by the Instagram account linked to the Threads account, Saverin really is following Mark. (I judged whether or not the Insta account was real by scrolling through who he follows: some weather accounts, someone with the last name that's the same as his wife, someone who's either a sister or cousin, Fox News. These interests correspond with the types of accounts he follows on Twitter; it's most likely really him.) I agree, it is kinda of insane that Saverin joined so early; it's possible he sold the rest of his shares because B Capital got a big infusion of money at the end of 2022, which corresponds with the fund they raised earlier this year. It's also possible he converted his shares from Class A to Class B, but this move still loses him power. He doesn't really have any incentive to be interested in Meta, not anymore. And yet, Saverin was just under the 2 millionth member to join Threads (1,920,187). Taking into account that 30 million people(/brands) joined Threads in the first day, Saverin was an early adopter. At the same time however, in addition to likely not having any financial interest in the company, Saverin doesn't post very often on Twitter (most of which are reposts of articles) and has only ever posted to Instagram twice, and not since 2014 at that. It's interesting to me that he apparently cares so much to be on Threads so early since he doesn't seem to be that fond of micro-blogging or Instagram anyway. At the least, he is a private person, more private than even Mark has ever been, and he is likely on Threads to lurk rather than to post. Which brings me to the point that Saverin is following Mark. He's also following a number of influential Meta people, including important early employees (none of them follow him back). Combined with the fact that Saverin consistently puts "Facebook co-founder" at the top of all of his bios, regardless of his current projects and investments, this paints an image of a petty man who wants to be relevant. It may be interesting that Saverin follows Mark, but don't expect anything to come of it. Saverin lost his chance to make any amends with Mark and anyone else a long time ago.

Bonus: Mark posting a TSN gif? For some reason?? Even though the post he was replying to didn't even mention TSN? (it's a screenshot of the gif of the moment when Eduardo gives Mark the money to go to Palo Alto for the summer while they're hiring interns)

#idk if you were prepared for a post this long but that's what you're getting lol #once again a friendly reminder that if you (person reading this) make lizard/robot/etc jokes about Mark I Will block you #it is not funny #it is antisemitic and dehumanizing #also you can tell I don't like eduardo irl because i refer to him as saverin lmao #zuck posting #threads #mark zuckerberg #dustin moskovitz #eduardo saverin #disclaimer: I am on threads Exclusively to find out more tech stuff #a lot of tech people (reporters; founders; engineers; etc) are flocking to threads and I am taking advantage of it #yes that Is dustin making a tsn reference and mark practically acknowledging it

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Pride Month 2023

In the major English-speaking parts of the worlds I’m familiar with (which weirdly, is not Nigeria, despite it having four times as many English speakers as my home country and Canada combined), June is Pride Month. This is because a number of inter-linked corporate interests have been able to maximise sharing economic value by treating England, Australia, Canada and America as if we all operate on roughly comparable time scales and interests. For this reason, June is the month where America celebrates Pride, in the ways America does, and the rest of us are already buying your t-shirts, so your rainbows show up on all our soda cans anyway. Happy Pride! Buy something.

The obligatory response is of course, ‘well, why?’ and not just why do we do Pride in June, but rather, why do we need Pride at all? After all, isn’t homophobia solved and fixed and now we’re just kind of tidying up around the edges? Of course not, and if you’re reading this you know that’s not true, because I am not some general access explainer, I’m the blog of a weirdo who likes board games and anime and has somehow captured an audience just barely larger than a really suspect church congregation. But why not talk about it anyway, in the specific vein of Hey I’ve been thinking about this a lot.

Jim Parsons is gay.

You probably don’t remember that name, but here’s a jog to your memory:

Jim Parsons is the 50 year old actor who played Sheldon Cooper on The Big Bang Theory for twelve years, starting in 2007. During the run of this series, he was the highest-paid TV actor in the world, earning a rate of 26 million dollars an episode. And trust me I’m trying so hard to not make cheap pops about how much I do not care for The Big Bang Theory. This is just a simple, clearly visible, and extremely high profile actor in a well-known, well-regarded role in the middle-of-the-road, approachable TV slush that everyone knew. I watched a bunch of The Big Bang Theory, certainly enough to have negative opinions about it.

Jim Parsons was outed as being gay in 2012.

That is to say, before 2012, despite being an incredibly public person in a public position, Parsons was not comfortable being openly and presently gay. He was a rich white guy, who in 2012, came out, at the age of 39. And when The Big Bang Theory was brand new, in 2008, interviewers were wondering…

Hey, is Johnny Galecki gay?

In 2010, Galecki responded – very gracefully, in a way – to questions about if he was gay, which was probably tied to the fact that he was probably aware of Parsons being gay and had maybe had a conversation with at least one gay person before. In that, he argued that he didn’t feel a need to address the question, because it wasn’t anything that needed addressing. Being gay was unremarkable. That’s pretty cool, it was a different attitude you were likely to get at the time.

It was 2010.

You might be right now having a thought about how you maybe remember seeing gifs of this. You might be remembering seeing The Big Bang Theory start and realise that you cared about the way it ended, in 2018. 2018, which was five years ago, which means that chances are good, if you’re like me, you blink and go ‘oh jeeze, that was that recent‘ followed by ‘hang on, that was that long ago?’ because our brains are mush and they don’t work right and the things that are familiar come to the memory easily. It feels like The Big Bang Theory is a reasonably recent show, and not something that’s been gone for five years. It won awards that people thought should be going to 30 Rock and How I Met Your Mother and those three shows being contemporary should also send a bit of a shiver through you about what the culture was like only a few years ago.

I know it can be hard to handle time right now. There’s a sort of brain rot around 2020 that’s made the already relentless advancement of time get stranger and worse. It feels like we’re in 2020 part 3, but that doesn’t make 2010 nearer than it was now. It was 13 years ago, so if you’re say, 21 years old, you maybe remember when The Big Bang Theory started, and ended, and in your lifetime Jim Parsons wasn’t comfortable coming out. Part of why, though was because he was scared of ocming out to his mother. Jim Parsons isn’t a millenial. He was born in 1973, which means his parents are what, from the 1950s?

The average age of Parliamentarian in Australia is 51. The average age of a Senator in America is 63. The average age of the house of Lords is dust.

I did not expect to spend my forties, as a bi adult, arguing with twenty-five year olds who believed they’d somehow been born into a world where homophobia was over and only the dreadfully old people that didn’t matter was part of their lives. I did not realise that I was going to watch these youths reinvent traditional catholocism from first principles out of misguided pieces of DNI and trigger warning lists. I did not realise at some point in my life, I was going to hear someone tell me that I was bad for mentioning that I’d been called a faggot.

But the fantasy that homophobia and queerphobia and transphobia are things of the past and we just need to sort things out and we’re done is not just fanciful (because I mean, look at the immense threat trans people are under, especially trans youth, especially trans youth of colour) but it also seems to think that at some point since say, oh, 2012 and now, every person older than me winked out of existence and did not in fact spend their time calcifying and corroding and reinforcing and recruiting in the name of maintaining their connection to the things that made them feel okay, and the only thing that makes that kind of person feel okay is power and how to exert it.

We have Pride month because corporations want to sell us rainbows.

We need Pride month because we always, always, always need to be ready to start another riot.

Check it out on PRESS.exe to see it with images and links!

#Diary #Meta #Politics #Queerness

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supergenial · 3 months

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Cool songs I heard in 2023

Well obviously I am not the busiest doujin music nerd anymore (at least not busy with doujin music in particular) but I still heard a fair amount of cool stuff this year. Going to keep it jp of course, I’m not about to write a long recommendation for Beautiful Mind or Barrel to you all. Also might as well go over some 2022 picks too since I forgor to make that post last year (get it? forgor? cause people still said that in 2022? haha). Anyway, let’s dive into my top picks (in no particular order).

Tishtrya

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Bro I have no idea what “Deemo” is but this song from that game has to be the coolest song I’ve heard in these two years. We’ve already liked Ai Ohsera for a while but this goes even further beyond. Honestly, I take my metaphorical hat off to such a majestic piece and hope the "weird rhythm game" money pipe never shuts off cause I'm assuming it's a major relief for an artist when they get a call to compose for any of these.

Seigiron Alpha

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EVEN IF I SWALLOWED A THOUSAND NEEDLES, I’D STILL THINK THIS SONG IS COOL. The lyrics on this song go insanely hard, that gif with the pen writing while on fire is the one thing that can describe the tremendous righteousness of the words depicted in this one, I just love it. Too bad they won't just upload it singularly on spotify or whatever so I can only post the xfd.

Shuumaku no Mialuca

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"Oh look the ariabl'eyes guy likes the climactic song on their new album, how original" shut up. It's cool as hell. I get emotional singing it when I drive. Fuck off.

Maindo maindo

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Have already said I really like mabodofu so it's no surprise this made it in. Just very catchy, love hearing this when I drive.

Oread/オレイアス

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Hell dude fuck jp composers, even finding the xfd for the song I'm looking is hard as balls and of course I can never find the actual song itself as a standalone. These people are genuinely begging for irrelevancy. Sorry to get titled but not being able to share something I really like makes me incomprehensibly upset, and I REALLY, REALLY like it a lot. Yes it's not even from these years but I heard it in these years we're covering so just put up with the rant.

Mirai donna darou

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Yes I know it has +3 million views and it's basically an ad for the most profitable IP in the planet but you know what? Fuck you. I CRIED hearing this. I STILL cried by the 4th time I heard this. Pokemon brain is real and my generation is fucked. Doesn't help that I reconnected with pokemon quite a lot this year, first it was pokemon sleep, then pokedoku, now I play showdown on the daily, it's like can't live without these creatures, every time I lose interest something eventually happens that pulls me back in. Too bad SV runs like shit so I haven't finished it lol.

Also kudos to the translator managing to fit the puns into the translation, that's some real skill.

Kuroki nemuri no majo

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"Wait why didn't you translate this" idk man it's cool as hell though, this is the kinda stuff I expected them to always do back when we first translated some of their songs.

Enhancer

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Every once in a while you gotta wonder if Noriken is actually the best there is at tano*c.

Uru's cover of Mahou Shoujo to Chocolate

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This song also fucked me up emotionally. Take the time to look up what it says cause I think it's fair to say We've All Been There. This just happened to be my favorite version.

Superman (Masketta man?)

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Yea, it's not jp, BUT it's at the end of the list so I can get away with it. Blame tumblr for only allowing 10 vids per post.

Anyway, lots of cool albums recently like the new goetia, new yumi, new polysha, new rigel, and I haven't checked out mell sweet and laura bitter but I have high hopes for them. Honestly music is still great just as it's always been, just make sure you keep looking out for new stuff, you never know when you'll find a new obsession.

#review #Youtube

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It's been a long, long time ya'll.

I know you've heard (or rather seen) this more than a million times before, but for the last several months I've been doing some real thinking about what I want my online presence to look like. For years, it seems that I've been operating in a sort of chaos, allowing myself to easily become overwhelmed with not just the number of platforms on which I had a presence (yes, had. we'll get there, I promise) but also taking on new ventures and getting burnt out rather quickly.

As I reflected on my online activity, I realized that there was one place where I felt most at home, and happy. Here. With you, my fandom buddies. And so, this is a post to announce that I'm coming home. I'll still have my twitter account, but won't be posting there too often, really just when I have a quick thought that I want to get off my chest or find a fun thread/conversation to join. I'll be posting here again much more often, and I'll also have an Ao3.

Yes. For years I resisted creating an Ao3 account because, frankly, I was intimidated by it. The interface was confusing to me, and I was easily overwhelmed with the sheer volume of fics to choose from.

I also wasn't the greatest fan of the fact that there is no social media aspect to it, like there is here. But in the last few months, I've learned how to work the search feature on there and have read such amazing fics that has reignited my hunger for fandom interaction. I miss being nerdy with ya'll! I miss fangirling over gifs with you and gushing about a new edit that someone posted, or a fic that makes me giddy with feels of every color. Most of all I miss immersing myself in my favorite characters and creating stories and head canons.

So yes, I'm back!

Just a few things though, and I hope you'll hear me out.

Currently, I have been completely out of the loop with respect to SVU. I still love the show and will likely catch up on what I've missed eventually, but it's simply not where my interests lie at the moment. Lately, I've been steeping myself in the Harry Potter fandom (though I want to make it perfectly clear that I only support HP fan works and fanmade products. Fuck JK Rowling) and have been working on some fics for that fandom.

If this isn't your bag, I get it! But I just want to be up front that that is likely the content you will see for the foreseeable future, moving forward. That said, I may still post in other fandoms once in a while, including the SVU fandom, but for the most part, you can expect HP works for now.

That brings me to my asks. I still have around 20, and I've decided NOT to delete them. I will get to them eventually, but I don't know when that will be (likely whenever the mood strikes). Also, I have The Lawyer and the Pianist that is as of now unfinished. I will be finishing that story, but again, the updates will be sporadic. And of course, there's also the RAUL series. I will be updating the ongoing story I have there, but again, sporadic updates and likely won't be expanding that concept much more for the time, unless of course the inspiration bites me in the ass. It very well may, but for now I'm only going to be finishing the story I've already started, nothing more. I know that may not be what you want to hear, but it's the truth, and that's the least I owe you guys.

There are also other fandoms that I'm interested in that I may start to write fics for at some point. Those include Hawaii 5-0 (yes, I'm aware it's been off air for a few years, but whatevs lol) and The Orville (I'm actually not sure whether there's a fandom presence for this show in here). Scott Caan has also started a new show called Alert, which is another procedural drama that I may begin to watch at some point and maybe will get inspired to write for. I don't know yet.

I'll also likely post some personal things or just stuff I'm interested in or want to talk about that may or may not have to do with fandom. It may have to do with writing, or just some feelings I have that I want to write about, or even personal updates, including when I have new original stories coming out. I also want to start posting book reviews of the stuff I'm personally reading A) because I love talking about books anyway and B) because I'm about 75% certain I'm going to be deleting my Youtube channel, where I normally would've posted it, and 100% certain that I won't be posting anymore videos. It's just too much, I get overwhelmed, and I let my followers there down just as I've let ya'll down before. I'm trying to change that.

That said, I do have indie authors who sometimes ask me to do reviews of their books (I have one that I'm going to be reading after I finish The Bone Witch) and I still want to be able to do that for them and offer a platform for me to promote their works. These are amazing writers who do not have the benefit of a publishing house resources in order to market their books, and I want to use my platform to share their wonderful stories with ya'll. I hope that's okay. I'll review mainstream books as well, but I want the majority of my reviews to be my fellow indies.

But for now, ya'll, as far as any fanfic I post (and I'm working on several atm) it's gonna be Harry Potter central up this bitch. Likely Sirius Black central because A) he's my absolute favorite character (do not @ me) and B) Gary Oldman can get it.

I also have coming up (as in literally done and waiting in my queue to be posted) reviews for And Straight On Till Morning, The Bone Witch, and Splinter (indie), a do's and don'ts post for writing summaries, and chapter one of a fic I've been working on for the last few weeks. As for my posting schedule, I'm gonna start with once a week for now and see how that goes. I'll be here every day though, reading other writer's works, commenting, reblogging, etc.

Along with posting here, I will continue to work on my original stories, which you can find on Amazon. And if you want to support me, you can also buy me a Ko-Fi. I used to hesitate hardcore to post those last three things on here. Because this was what I mainly used for fandom, I thought it would be presumptuous and also kind of a dick move to ask for support, but I've been working on recognizing my own worth, and realized that just because I ask, doesn't mean anyone has to do it. Therefore, there's no harm in asking, and for those of you that want to support me financially, you should be able to do so. But just know that I don't expect anything. I'm here because I love it here, and I will still be writing fanfic for free.

I know tumblr isn't the same as when I was last here (like, really here, not just saying I was here) but that's okay. I just want to be here, and post my fics and that's enough for me.

One last thing, from now on I will be signing off with my pen name (Hero West) instead of my actual first name. The main reason for this is because I've decided that for my mental health and for my safety as well, I need to keep my private life off the internet as much as possible. So, I want to stop using my real first name. I'm perfectly aware that I've used it to sign off in the past, and I'm going to try my hardest to edit all of those posts, but as you can imagine, that will take a very long time.

Still, I hope you'll understand and refer to me using "Hero" instead of my real first name.

With peace and love,

Sinceriously,

Hero

PS - Needless to say I'm going to be watch A Murder at the End of the World just for funsies because it looks interesting and also, Raul Esparza 🥰

#fandom #personal #law and order svu #hp fandom #law and order svu fandom #sirius black #harry potter #update

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