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verstappensseatcushion · 4 months

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✩°｡⋆ pas de deux, ln4 ⋆｡°✩pt 4

part one part two part three

pairing: lando norris x fem! ballerina! reader

[face claim: luna montana is largely used as faceclaim but some other pinterest girlies in there too]

summary: y/n is new to monaco and quickly finds herself dancing with mclaren driver lando norris despite all intentions she has of focusing on only her career

a/n: i did not proof read so im so sorry if there's spelling mistakes at all! hope everyone had a happy holiday

y/n.ballet posted on their story

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"i think some of the other drivers should be here soon," alex, charles girlfriend, says loudly over the music.

you've been out with charles and his friends for a few hours now, meeting for drinks at someone's yacht and now at a club that you can't remember the name of. alex has quickly become the person you're clinging to, as one of the only other girls out.

"oh! i didn't know anyone else was coming," you yell back. she shrugs and gets up to pull you along with her to the dancefloor.

when you return to the booth in the corner there are more guys at the table, all laughing to themselves as they take a round of shots. charles being the first to notice yours and alex's return goes to introduce you to the new arrivals.

"everyone this is y/n," his words slur together a bit, he then points to everyone, even the ones you've met already, and reintroduces them. "and lastly we have lando."

he looks familiar, and not just from seeing him on tv or in advertisements around monaco, but it's like you've met before.

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y/n.ballet posted on their story

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it's been at least an hour, and a few more drinks, since the other drivers met you guys at the club. you, alex, lando, and charles are sitting in the booth after everyone else abandoned the group for dancing. you've been sitting quietly, giggling with alex, as charles and lando go back and forth telling stories about each other.

alex leans towards charles, whispering something into his ear. he nods and then announces that they're gonna leave soon.

"i should leave too, its getting late i think," looking at your phone you see it's nearly 2am. you go to crawl out of the booth and stumble a bit trying to gain your balance. a hand reaches and grabs your arm steadying you.

"is someone taking you home?" lando asks looking down at you, hand still on your arm.

"that's a bit forward isn't it?"

"wha-oh, not like that, i mean how are you getting home," he sighs, "you're clearly drunk y/n, and no one in their right mind would let you get home alone."

giggling you try to touch both your fingers to your nose (not entirely correctly but the thought was there), "see not drunk im fine! plus i dont live far im just going to walk back to my apartment,"

"let me walk you?" he asks, moving his hand to the small of your back as he guides you to the exit.

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"and tulip fever is why I like tulips so much, it's honestly one of the best movies I've ever watched," it's been about 20 minutes of you blabbering non-stop, walking through the middle of the street as lando follows you, "oh my god I walked into you the other day that's where I know you from! je le savais! I was on my way to classes and completely walked into you, im so sorry by the way. I can be so out of it someti-"

"breathe," lando cuts you off laughing, "I don't think you've stopped talking once since we left."

you blush with embarrassment, "I'm so sor-"

"don't apologize it's cute, I like it," he cuts you off again, "do you know where you're going, or have you just been walking down random roads hoping your apartment appears?"

you point at the building on the corner, "it's this building! I know where I'm going!"

"are you sure? because this the second time we've been on this street."

"yes I'm sure," you laugh, swatting at his chest.

he follows you as you enter the door code and walk up the stairs to your apartment door, "you coming in?" you ask.

"not tonight, just making sure the pretty girl made it home safely," he smiles, giving a half wave as he goes back down the stairs.

"goodnight lando."

"goodnight y/n."

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y/n.ballet à propos de la nuit dernière 🌷

ybfusername you better be prepared to explain those flowers missy

username5 where's the dress from?? 😍

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landonorris about last night 🕶

username1 that second pic omg

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quill-is-brainstorming · 11 months

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I've just re-read the short lived duel that Aeneas and Achilles have in Book 20 of the Iliad and it's actually the most hilarious fucking thing.

So it starts out with Apollo disguising himself as Lycaon, one of Priam's many sons, and telling to have a go at Achilles. Keep in mind that this is post-Patroclus Achilles. Aka: berserk Achilles. Aka: so fucking mad he would fight a literal river Achilles.

Aeneas, who is capable of critical thinking, says he doubts he can actually take him on. He also references a time when he was herding cattle on Mount Ida and Achilles ambushed him, adding that the only reason he survived then was because Zeus gave him enough strength to book it (cracking up the official times that he's been saved by a god from certain death to 3, you go dude!).

However, after a bit of back and forth and a ton of hyping up on Apollo's part, Aeneas decides to try anyway.

Like, what could possibly go wrong?

Achilles notices Aeneas charging at him and he begins to taunt him. It's something among the lines of: "I'm sorry, are you, background trojan character #61, actually gonna try and beat me? And then what? Do you think that Priam will reward you in some way? Maybe making you king after him? Well it's BULLSHIT, because Priam fucked so much that your chances of succeeding him are basically 0. Ahah. Loser."

Now, you'd think that maybe Aeneas got enraged at the comment and attacked him, or maybe he even got scared and backed down, but NOPE. What does Aeneas do?

Well, first of all, he insults Achilles' insults, comparing his bickering to that of a child. Literally, "I heard third graders do better than that." And then he decides to list his and Hector's entire fucking family tree.

You know that part of the Bible that's like "this guy sired this other guy, and this other guy sired yet another guy" and so on? It's basically that.

So after he's done with all that, Aeneas states that while he'd love to have a battle of insults with Achilles, because according to him he's actually very good at insulting people (his words, not mine), they should probably throw hands now. Achilles agrees.

The duel is shortlived and Aeneas gets his ass handed to him. Badly. As expected. And he's about die when ✨️POV shift✨️ we're not on Olympus where Poseidon, Hera and Athena are watching this absolute train wreck go down.

Poseidon, pitying Aeneas, suddenly goes on a rant. It's something among the lines of: "come on guys, look at him, he's just a little guy! He literally has no stakes in this war, he doesn't deserve to die here! He even gives us lots of gifts and sacrifices, he's literally such a nice guy. How can we do this to him!?

...oh and also he's part of some prophecy, Zeus would get mad if he died."

The fact that the way it's worded makes it sound like Aeneas being part of a literal prophecy is an afterthought to him absolutely floors me, Poseidon is literally just attached to a random dude that's fighting on the opposite side to his because he thinks he's nice.

After all that Hera is pretty unimpressed and states that she really doesn't care if our man lives or dies as neither her or Athena have ever saved a Trojan from death, she however adds that Poseidon is free to do whatever he wants.

The literal moment Hera stops talking, Poseidon lunges down from Olympus and onto the battlefield to look for the two combatants. When he does, he saves Aeneas like only he can do.

You know how when Diomedes first tries to kill Aeneas, Aphrodite gently folds her hands around him to shield him? There's none of that here. Poseidon just runs up to him and literally flings the motherfucker.

It literally says that he flies "high in the air". It's like a Looney Toons sketch.

So Aeneas lands and, while he's obviously a bit dazed, Poseidon proceeds to call him a madman and essentially tells him to never do something stupid like that again and just wait until Achilles is dead, then he'll be able to murder Achaeans to his heart's content. Aeneas is fine with that.

Achilles, who just saw his opponent just get yeeted into the fucking sky, just shrugs and goes "welp, guess that guy's off limits, I'm gonna go kill someone else now I guess lol".

This entire scene is pure fucking gold and the fact that I've literally never seen anyone talk about it just breaks my heart.

#tagamemnon #trojan war #the iliad #the aeneid #achilles #aeneas #apollo #poseidon #hera #athena

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teeny-tiny-revenge · 2 months

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It's home cinema manufacturing time! 🏴‍☠️ Gonna put my pirate show on my shelf! (I'm doing an Arts and Crafts Project and I'm making it everyone's problem.)

After seeing how much they cost, I abandoned the idea of getting a Blu-ray writer for now. For the time being, good old DVDs is what it's going to be! My TV is old and not very big, so DVD resolution is gonna be fine.

It's been ages since I last burned a DVD. For the full experience, I'm gonna create nice menus and pretty sleeves for the boxes. Graphic design is my passion! Um.

Well. First needed to find a program to do stuff with. I'm a Linux guy, so I'm using Devede. (Which is free, btw. In case someone else wants to do a low cost spot of putting pirate show on the shelf.)

DVDs fit a maximum of 120 minutes of video. So, four episodes, I thought. But after a quick attempt, the program refused to do more than three (maybe because of the menu also taking up space, and four episodes cutting pretty close to the 120 min mark?). Anyway, three episodes per disc it is. It's a pretty nice runtime for watching the entire disc, IMO. An hour and a half, and then you can return to reality to realise you should probably eat something, or go to bed because it's midnight.

OFMD with its current two seasons has a total of eighteen episodes, which is divisible by three. You get the following setup:

Disc 1: Pilot, A Damned Man, The Gentleman Pirate - That's pretty good, Stede's introduction to piracy all on one disc!

Disc 2: Discomfort in a Married State, The Best Revenge is Dressing Well, The Art of Fuckery - All bangers. Great to watch together, our boys meet and shenanigans happen!

Disc 3: This is Happening, We Gull Way Back, Act of Grace - Many romantic moments, lots of great scenes, shit hits the fan at the end there. Alright!

Disc 4: Wherever you go, there you are, Impossible Birds, Red Flags - ... Pain and angst! What have I done!?! The disc of horrors. Gotta make sure to have tissues at hand when I watch this. But hey, it also has messy bun Ed! Small mercies.

Disc 5: The Innkeeper, Fun and Games, The Curse of the Seafaring Life. - Another disc with all winners. I love all these episodes so much! (You can watch this disc to recover from the trauma of the previous one!) But seriously, this one slaps.

Disc 6: Calypso's Birthday, Man on Fire, Mermen - Great combination again. Season finale! Love and excitement!

... Honestly, except for the psychological damage of putting all the most painful episodes together, this is coming out pretty cool. Says a lot about how good the show is. I actually really love all the episodes (yes even the painful angsty episodes of massive depression). Thinking about this little project really reminded me how much I love this entire show.

So, we got a tracklist, now menus, then we can burn this stuff!

I did the menu backgrounds in GIMP. Realised I have a big folder full of screenshots I took myself, screenshots someone else took and posted on Tumblr, official promo pics for the show, and I have no idea anymore where most of them are from, because I named the files according to what's on them. Which is useful for when you want to find pics (Need a picture of cursed suit Stede? I have files named that, easy peasy!), but not so great if you wanted to give credit to whoever took a given pic you used. (It's probably @sherlockig or @ofmd-ann or @blakbonnet. Please feel credited, your beautiful screens and gifs brighten my day, and some of them are now probably part of my DVD menus. Shrunk down and cropped, but, yeah.)

I originally wanted to structure my menus as having the title of an episode, then some pics from it, then the next episode, then pics from that, and so forth, but I couldn't convince the program to give me the necessary padding between the menu items, so I ended up just putting the episode images below the menu. Still like it.

Anyway, DVD menus can also play sound! Behold a crappy video of my beautiful creation (provided entirely for sound):

It plays Gnossienne N°5!

More crappy pics of my other disc menus:

Gonna make them some nice sleeves next. Some day. Gotta make sure they all work properly first. So. I'll be on my sofa, watching my DVDs. With menus! (Edit: here are!)

#piracy ho!#ofmd #teeny rambles #ofmd dvds

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spicyvampire · 2 months

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Okay so after the whole Sakuna/Wansarut and Phaya/Tharn "characters description" fighter (protector)/healer+protector(mediator) post, now imma talk about about our resident Snake (PhD), Doctor Chalothorn being a fighter and well how do you convince a fighter to not fight?

I've already made a whole gifset about this but I needed to put the stuff into words cuz u just can't say everything in a gifset so this post is gonna be about a few things, first of all, the way Charlothorn's goals shifted in the last 2 episodes, from wanting to kill Phaya so he can have Tharn, to wanting to save Tharn and Phaya's end not really mattering anymore, and second of all Tharn's role in this shift and where have we saw something similar to this shift before aka Wansarut and Sakuna and how Wansarut even did that

Same disclaimer as the last one applies : pulling this out of my ass from watching the show, these are raw out-of-order thoughts, ill try my best to separate but like the last post because I'm going to have to go back and forth between Wansarut (love of my life, talking about Wansarut has to be my favorite activity rn), Sakuna, Tharn (smooching him smooching him), Phaya and Chalothorn this might get hard to follow but hey that's what it's like inside my brain so welcome to the mess

Putting it under keep reading

So like I said in the last post, Chalothorn is a fighter, like you can't get more fighter than this, the man is literally the prince/ruler of Nagas and he is right in the middle of the battle field anytime there is a fight to be had, and like I said in Sakuna's part of the post he is a level that can probably can only be rivaled by Sakuna's brother, you can't be a higher level of Naga fighter from what I understand, so like how do you fight this man if you are Wansarut and Sakuna? (ep. 8)

Keep in mind that : the answer is that they never were supposed to fight Chalothorn

SCENARIO 1 : Chalothorn wins

This is what we've seen in the show, Sakuna/Wansarut/Phaya/Tharn would never win against him in a fight because they just aren't strong enough to began with, Sakuna and his Garuda were not Chalothorn's level when he was alive, Wansarut is a healer/protector not a fighter, Phaya can only do ✨Sparkles✨ of Garuda powers as of rn and while Tharn can do some powerful protecting he is of the gang the person who is the less in contact with his past and magical self (other than for protecting Phaya magic, we have not even seen his Naga in this lifetime) and also his past self wasn't even a fighter, so it makes sense that Chalothorn just keep killing them and every single one of their reincarnations, he kills them so much that it was destroying his own soul (ep. 8) because surprise he is getting affected by the little cyclic karma thingy they got going on too, this isn't just about Wansarut/Sakuna and PhayaTharn, Chalothorn is trapped in this shit too

Clearly fighting is not the answer, because even if you win, which Chalothorn has been doing a lot of, you still lose, Chalothorn is losing control of his Naga form, not only does it destroy his soul (ep. 8) but he might just not be able to turn into his human form anymore aka would be forced to be a Naga forever (ep. 9)

Another lost of this is that he keeps losing Wansarut and having to wait for the cycle to start again so he would get another chance, like the level of psychological damage getting done to him because he kills the one he loves and he is always left behind alone to wait is enough to drive anybody insane (ep. 11)

And I think that's one of the reasons why it took him so long to understand that he should let Wansarut/Tharn go, because when you do something so despicable and keep doing it over and over again you have to justifies your bad actions to yourself so you don't break and the more you justifies them the harder it becomes to see clearly through them, so you just keep doing it, like Chalothorn probably hates himself more than he even hates Phaya or love Tharn at this point because he keeps killing reincarnations of Wansarut, like this is his reaction to killing Wansarut the first time, falling to his knees screaming and everything (ep. 8), the cognitive dissonance in that man's brain must be insane

SCENARIO 2 : Phaya wins

Now let's imagine for a second there that they did win, Phaya succeeded in killing Charlothorn, and then what? Isn't Charlothorn just gonna reincarnate and come back for them again? Like yes it might take some times but it will happen, and then Phaya and Tharn would be the one destroying their souls and making their karma worst, that's just not a solution

Also we saw with Narong's case part of the show that "victim turned attacker" is not the answer (anyways that's what the show says), when Tharn and Phaya are talking to the abbot at the end of episode 5 the abbot keep repeating that over and over again killing is not the answer

When Phaya Says "Those victims are left with no choice but to fight back in order to survive. They have to kill." The abbot answers "The basic code of moral conducts for human beings like us is the 5 precepts. One should be abstained from killing other living beings. These precepts can bring peace and happiness to your family and the society. Undertaking the 5 precepts will benefit not only yourself but also the people around you." Basically straight up telling them that [not killing] is the only answer that will bring peace to everyone

Also so many parallels can be made between Narong and Chalothorn (which is probably why it was easy for Chalothorn to possess Narong to attack Phaya but let's not get into that), because like isn't this Chalothorn? (ep. 5)

His mind is so clouded by anger and wanting to kill Phaya and getting Tharn that he is obsessed with it, he literally do not see anything else, specially if Phaya is in the room and/or mentioned, like I said a bit higher in this post, he hates Phaya, but he probably hates himself too, and so much hate and anger just blinds people

Also sidenote that I'm not really gonna dive into : How do you think Tharn would feel about Phaya killing Chalothorn, knowing what u know about him? like Tharn loves Chalothorn as a friend, and that's even if Chalothorn is responsible for all the bad things in his life (ep. 12)

Tharn may be looking at Chalothorn saying this but he said "Please stop killing each other." he could not be more clearly talking to both of them, he doesn't want Chalothorn to kill Phaya but he also doesn't want Phaya to kill Chalothorn

SCENARIO 3 : Tharn Wins

Now lemme say this, you can literally never convince a fighter by fighting him, like if you've ever had a fight/argument with someone you know that you cannot reach a compromise in the heat of the fight when everyone is angry and losing the control of their emotions, it just doesn't work, but what does work in the context of the show?

Wansarut and Sakuna

And now I'm back to Wansarut (<3<3<3<3<3<3) and Sakuna because well Wansarut did change a fighter's mind before already, this is part of Wansarut's power that's why I also describe Wansarut as a mediator, and what did Wansarut do exactly?

Well Wansarut healed Sakuna, even if he is from the enemy side, and took care of him and acted in a way that was protective of him, even if again Sakuna is an enemy of Wansarut's people (literally brother of the Garuda king) because that Wansarut's character, Wansarut is a healer/a protect/a mediator that's how Wansarut fights (ep. 8)

Then Wansarut tough Sakuna about Naga culture (Naga offering and breathing fire to pay respect to Buddha, on the 15th nigh of the 11th waxing moon)

And while being in love with each other did facilitate this change of view in Sakuna (which would later turn him a bit into a protector of Wansarut), you really do not need to be for this to work, like the best way to change people views on some things truly is just to expose them to the thing from the POV of the people living it, when nobody is in any immediate danger

And that is exactly how Tharn succeeded in convincing Chalothorn that the love between Phaya and him is good, by being there for Chalothorn and taking care of him, and being patient, until Chalothorn was ready to let him go on his own, not in the heat of of fight when everyone is angry and putting the blame on each other, which was again so healer/ protector/mediator of him like I talked about in my other post

Tharn and Chalothorn : the final

So with Wansarut and Sakuna we saw how Tharn could change Chalothorn's mind and what really does work, now imma dive into the last 2 episodes of this show aka the shift in Chalothorn

So in episode 6, Chalothorn says this

And at that time I think those words were true cuz that's literally what he has been doing isn't it? Like everytime he lost, both Wansarut and Sakuna's reincarnations died, so he was "okay" with killing Wansarut, as long as it meant that Sakuna was also dead and they weren't together (crazy way to fight cognitive dissonance if you ask me) but then something changed around episode 11 because Chalothorn started saving Tharn even if Phaya was still alive? (Ep. 11) (ep.12)

The importance of Chalothorn saving Tharn those 2 times, is that 1) now Tharn knows what the fuck is going on and 2) (like I said in the other post) Tharn end up understanding that Chalothorn can be talked too and reasoned with (the abbot would call it enlightenment), because in that 2nd saving he told Chalothorn to not kill Montee, and Chalothorn listened

Sidenote : Wansarut also did tell Chalothorn to not kill Sakuna and Chalothorn did listen that time too, like Wansarut has a BIG influence on this man (wish we saw their relationship before the mess), the only reason why the fight did continue was because Sakuna did not let Wansarut go

Why did he listen then? because he loves Wansarut, it really is as simple as that, and that's why he also listened to Tharn with Montee, because our chronically involuntary celibate man is head over dick for Tharn (valid and relatable)

So remember when I was talking about cognitive dissonance and stuff, well by ep 12, Chalothorn cannot justifies killing Tharn anymore, he is tired, he is turning into a Naga, and he cannot stand seeing another reincarnation of Wansarut die again, but most importantly he cannot stand to see Tharn die by his own hands

It's easy to concentrate on Phaya's distress in this scene but Chalothorn is in as much distress as Phaya, you can hear Chalothorn's voice break when Tharn is dying in both Phaya and his arms after asking them to stop killing each other, they are both screaming Tharn's name, and this time Chalothorn just listen because this is too much, his hatred for Phaya is just not important anymore, killing Phaya is just not as important anymore because anyways Tharn did choose him didn't he? isn't that what he wanted? even if Tharn clearly is in love with Phaya, Tharn did choose to come with him, so in a way none of this shit even fucking matters anymore

So for the 3rd time, he saves Tharn, this time by literally giving Tharn his soul so he would live (wish we saw him breaking down over Tharn dying in his arms in the Naga caves until he ended up giving Tharn his soul tbh), Chalothorn chooses to save a life instead of ending one and thus ending the curse on his part

#the sign the series #the sign #mjtag #tagging you mj cuz u liked my chalothorn gifset so you might like this #hope this makes sense i kinda did not re-read after i was done writing it #my only critic of this show is that i needed them to huminaze chalothorn more #by showing me wansarut interacting with chalothorn before the whole sakuna situation #and also by showing me chalothorn crying/breaking down/panicking over Tharn dying in his arms in the Naga caves #until he decides to just give Tharn his soul #this show needed to be 14 episodes SO bad #i ended up not putting my critic in this cuz it was just too long #but what i just said in the tag is basically it my critic is that it needed to be 14 episodes #i can elaborate in an ask if asked about it #anyways this show really makes my psychology and character lover brain tingle

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humangerbil · 1 year

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On the tddkbb server we were discussing what the foods were at this dinner and I might have gone and gotten invested in figuring them all out.

Lots of images, with more below, to flip back and forth between as needed. Clean image, followed by numbered images. Numbers are per dish, which sometimes there are multiple of the same one.

Shumai - I would guess the pork variety since that is the kind that I always see with the pea on top. I wasn’t actually sure about this one until I looked at the manga panel and saw that the little cylinders are more wrinkly than in the anime, like they should be.

Mapo Tofu - Bakugo yells about this dish.

Hambagu or hamburger steak - This one I’m about 95% sure about. It’s got the salad and tomatoes there and I really can’t think of anything else it would be but I might be wrong.

Leeks - This is a best guess. It could also be a cucumber dish or something else. But the way it is alone and the pieces are long makes me think leeks are most likely. Other ideas welcome.

Cabbage Rolls

Gyoza - This one I wasn’t sure about until the anime gave up the close up of Midoriya eating one, see below.

Tamagoyaki - I wasn’t sure about this one from the table spread shots but the fourth image and the manga panel shows the spirals very clearly giving it away. There does appear to be a minor animation error on the fourth image where the plate changes to white from black but mistakes happen.

Tatsutaage - I would have guessed karaage from the images alone since they are very similar dishes but Midoriya actually states the name of this dish when he is praising it.

Negiyaki or Okonomiyaki or other Okonomiya-related dish - This one I’m just guessing. In the first and second image it is shown cut up, in the close up shot it looks too flat and thin to be any of these but I can’t think of anything else it might be. As can be seen in the 9?s on the manga panels could be the same dish but neither really looks like anything specific. I think 9? blue is the same dish but they did change things between the manga and the anime so it’s really just a best guess. If anyone has any other ideas what this dish might be please tell me.

Salad - Nothing exciting here just a simple salad with some cherry tomatoes

Soup, probably Miso - Miso soup would be the standard and it’s the right color for it but there are other options it could be since it is never said to be any specific type.

Rice - These are also their serving bowls, the take food from the spread and add it to their rice bowl.

Dipping Sauce - I haven’t been able to divine what kind of sauce. I’m leaning towards tartar sauce since that would go with the tatsutaage and the color sorta matches. It might also be shabu shabu but that wouldn't be chunky looking like this is. I would have assumed green onion sauce but it’s the wrong color for that and much too chunky looking. These could also be dishes for eating things without rice and they have some mapo tofu in them. If anyone has any other ideas of what it might be please let me know.

It's very clearly gyoza from this image.

And lastly, I give you my final point of this post.

Dabi hates fish. Fuyumi made this huge spread of dishes and didn't make one fish dish. Not a single one.

I'm gonna forever headcanon that Fuyumi doesn't cook fish because Touya hated it.

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artbyblastweave · 2 months

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It's so funny how Cap just COINCIDENTALLY seems to be physically unable to go through a SINGLE Republican presidency without having a crisis of faith that causes him to not be Cap anymore. Nomad with Nixon. USAgent with Reagan. Death and Buckycap with Bush, then HydraCap with Trump. I like to think him dying was the universe's way of identifying "...well he doesn't seem to be changing yet. Better balance this out real quick"

This is true, and moreover this ask dovetails nicely with another Cappost I've been thinking about making. Given the sliding timeline, who should we assume was in charge of the Secret Empire?

Loose, possibly at-least-partially misremembered background for those who weren't aware of this batshit plot point- In the early seventies, concurrent with Watergate, Captain America shut down a scheme by a neofascist group called the Secret Empire to, I dunno, hold the country hostage with a mutant-powered nuke or something, the specifics aren't important, what's important is that Cap cornered the leader of the group in the Oval Office, where he killed himself to avoid capture, and you never get to see the guy's face but it was all but directly stated that the Leader was Richard Nixon attempting a Coup D'état (possibly to get out of being prosecuted for Watergate?). This shakes Cap up pretty badly and he temporarily retired the Cap identity in order to operate as Nomad, The Man Without A Country, it was a whole crisis of conscience situation. Anyway, the whole situation is still vaguely implicitly canon, they refer to the Secret Empire, and there have been successor heroes who've taken up the Nomad identity after Cap got out of the funk. But It also can't have been Nixon who killed himself in front of Cap due to the sliding time scale- the rule of thumb for Marvel is that it's generally only been about 15-20 years at most since the Fantastic Four did their thing, which does hilarious things to the worldbuilding. My understanding is that you're supposed to assume that if the president is depicted in a marvel story you need to just mentally "swap in whoever would have been president 10-15 years before the present day, but given the specificity of this situation that quickly gets insane. Did Bush kill himself in front of Captain America to escape the consequences of the 2008 recession? Did Obama?! Was it just not a president at all at this point- in which case, why did Cap react badly enough to quit and become Nomad? And so on, and so forth. They basically gotta memory hole it, but I will not let them forget! Cap saw a U.S. President off themselves! But to tie this back to Civilwarposting- what I think about a lot is that from a worldbuilding perspective the actual political moment that generated Civil War is perpetually in flux. This is true of every Marvel comic but it's especially notable here because of the extent to which the comic itself is emphasizing the political moment and what created it. It's a Bush-era comic, a reaction to the politics and the rhetoric of the War on Terror and the post-9/11 years, Bush actually personally appears in it. But if it hasn't already, eventually it's going to have implicitly been pushed through Congress during the Obama Administration, and then during the Trump Admin, and then during the Biden Admin, and so on and so forth, and like. setting aside that there's already an entire swath of the marvel timeline that's very blatantly trump-admin-coded, produced in reaction to that atmosphere, The situations and arguments and rhetoric and battle lines that would have gotten that bill through each of those admins looks very different each time! And I'm not gonna say it's interesting to see how they'll resolve this, because they won't resolve it, they don't need to, they're politely asking everyone to let this one go and that's not the biggest ask these comics make of me, so fine. Whatever. But it's very very funny

#thoughts #meta #marvel comics #ask #asks

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wolfjackle-creates · 1 year

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I'll Carry Your Heart with Me (Until I find You Again): Part 1

I'll be posting parts 1 and 2 right now. The rest should be up later tonight, but I'm gonna be tied up the next five or six hours.

As you can see, we have a title for this fic! (I may drop the parentheses. Been going back and forth on that.)

Summary: Danny and Jason meet shortly after Jason becomes a ghost in the zone and become good friends. This segment will cover their first two meetings.

Word Count: 2k words

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Jason sat on the island that appeared around him when he landed in this strange place and stared into the swirling green void. It should have been unsettling, but it felt peaceful. If he closed his eyes, it felt like his dad would be right behind him and Alfred was going to call them in for dinner any minute.

But he was surrounded by silence and all alone.

He screamed just to make a noise and turned away from the void. Behind him a punching bag had appeared. Good. With another yell he went to town on it, practicing all the punches and kicks he’d learned at Batman’s side. Gloves formed over his hands, making him realize his clothes had morphed into his Robin costume.

It just made his punches that much harder.

He wasn’t sure how long he’d been going at the bag when he realized some of the yells he was hearing weren’t his own.

“And fuck Chaucer!”

Chaucer? What could that be about? But the ridiculousness of it was enough to pull him from his anger. Robin faded as Jason, literary nerd, took his place. No one dissed Chaucer in his hearing. Where was the yelling coming from?

He flew up and looked around before shaking his head. He wasn’t alive anymore and his sight wasn’t his best sense here. Closing his eyes, he sent out his awareness. This close to his island, he could tell whenever anyone was nearby.

And there they were! Close, but not uncomfortably so which was why he hadn’t noticed sooner. Following the feeling, it didn’t take long to find a boy with a backpack on shouting and throwing what looked like green fire at pieces of paper.

“Oi!” he called. “Who’re you to diss Chaucer near my lair?”

“Well maybe if he would just make fucking sense, I wouldn’t have to diss him!” The boy’s hands still glowed green, and Jason fell into a defensive position.

“He does make sense! Not his fault if you’re too dense to know it.” Jason cautiously moved closer, keeping a close eye on the boy’s posture to prepare for an attack. People in this world loved to fight, but while the kid remained wary, he didn’t move to attack. As soon as Jason was close enough, he grabbed one of the papers out of the air.

It felt weird. Both more and less solid that normal paper. Where had this come from? He took his eyes off the boy to skim the paper. It was a page from an exam? Completely covered in red ink. Well-deserved red ink, too.

“Are these your answers?” Jason couldn’t help but look up with a raised eyebrow. “You really don’t understand Chaucer, do you?”

“It’s not my fault I don’t have time to study!” complained the boy. He drew up his knees and covered his face with his no-longer-glowing hands. “I’m so tired and it doesn’t make sense and Lancer doesn’t care.”

“Tired? But we’re dead. We don’t need to sleep. I didn’t even know there was a school for ghosts. Where is it? Is it any good?”

The boy pulled his hands away and looked at him with furrowed brows. “You, you don’t know who I am?”

Jason bristled and stood a little taller. “Should I?” he asked. Maybe he should venture out from his lair more. He just felt so uncomfortable anytime he left that he hadn’t bothered. What if someone came and tried to take it from him and he wasn’t there to protect it?

“No! It’s just… Everyone I’ve met has already learned about me from somewhere.” A ring of light surrounded his waist and passed over his body, leaving a living human in his place. Instinctively, Jason raised his hands again and flared his core in warning, but the boy raised his hands and sent out no-harm, peace pulses. “I’m Danny. The halfa. Half-dead, half-alive. Half-ghost, half-human.”

“How…?” Jason didn’t even know how to finish his sentence and let it trail unfinished. Though, he had seen people come back to life when he was Robin. So, maybe it did make sense.

Danny shrugged. “My parents are scientists studying ghosts. They built a portal to the zone and because I was stupid, it turned on while I was inside. Thousands of volts of electricity and ectoplasm killed and revived me at the same time.”

“That’s why the paper feels weird…” Jason grabbed one of them again and ran his fingers along it. “It’s from Earth.”

“Yep. My latest failed English test. I just don’t have the time to read the books. And when I do, I don’t see the same things Mr. Lancer swears are there! Or I don’t understand them.” Danny sighed and rubbed his face again. “I hate it. I was a straight A student before I died.”

Jason looked between the paper and the boy. “Why has it been so much harder since you died?”

“So many other ghosts are trying to get through the portal to spend time on Earth. And when they do, they hurt people or cause property damage or try and hunt me for sport. I have to stop them. Even if it’s the middle of the night or during class.”

“Oh, you’re a superhero. I was a hero, too, before I died.” He let his Robin uniform replace the civilian clothes and grinned at Danny. “I’m Jason. I’d say nice to meet you, but I can’t like anyone who disses Chaucer.”

“Why do you like him so much?”

“Do you have the book with you?” asked Jason, nodding his head at Danny’s backpack.

Danny shrugged it off and pulled out a book. “Yeah, why?”

“C’mon. I’ll show you.” He turned and headed back to his lair, gesturing for Danny to follow him. On his island was a building, the outside rather plain, like any run down apartment building in Gotham. But the door led directly to Alfred’s kitchen in the manor. He held it open and waved Danny through.

The boy, still in human form, looked around curiously. “You know, no one’s ever let me come to their island before. Or enter their door.”

Jason shrugged. “Well, I need to prove you wrong about Chaucer and no reason we can’t be comfortable as we do. And if I change your mind, then we can be friends!”

“And if you don’t change my mind?”

“I take you outside and we fight it out like proper ghosts.” Jason grinned. “It’ll be fun.”

Danny laughed. “All right, do your best.”

“So, the page I saw was full of questions on the Wife of Bath and her prologue and tale, so we’ll start there. To really understand her, you have to know what women dealt with in the fourteenth century…”

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Jason tried not to worry when Danny didn’t come back right away despite promising to return for more English tutoring. Jason also planned to help him figure out how to balance a civilian and hero life. He looked over the lesson plans for both English and martial arts training that he’d made for the hundredth time.

He was going to start with how to safely fall. Just as Dick had taught him back when Bruce first brought him home. Was Dick happy that he had Bruce to himself again now that Jason was gone? Shaking his head to dispel the thoughts, he looked around for something to distract himself. Bread. He could make bread. Alfred taught him how and kneading was excellent stress relief.

He’d just finished kneading and set the dough in a covered bowl to proof when he felt the unmistakable shiver that meant someone was coming close to his haunt. His Robin uniform replaced jeans and a t-shirt as he flew out the kitchen towards the intruder.

Only to laugh and relax when he saw Danny.

“So, the halfa returns! I was starting to think you didn’t like me.” Jason said it with a grin to prove it was a joke, even as something in his core relaxed.

“Sorry, life’s been hectic. Do you know Skulker? He got through the portal again and it took me three days to get him contained. And as soon as I did, Technus was out. And then my parents built a new defense system for the house that I had to dismantle before it could kill me. Again.”

“Woah, woah, wait. What was that last one?”

Danny paused. “Did I not tell you about my parents?”

“Not really. Just that they study ghosts.”

“Hunt, more like. They build ghost weapons to destroy ghosts. It’s why I haven’t told them about me. They’d accept me, I’m sure of it. But… then they talk about how they’d like to rip a ghost molecule-by-molecule and I can’t get the words out.”

Jason let out a low whistle. “And I thought I won the lottery for terrible birth parents. But at least I had Bruce and Alfred. You should contact the Justice League, get help. I can tell you how.”

But Danny just waved a hand in the air. “A year and a half ago, I would’ve jumped at the offer. But I’ve got it under control now. And I don’t want anyone with powers in Amity. What if they get overshadowed? Then I’d be fighting someone with both meta abilities and ghost abilities.”

“Overshadowed?” Jason wasn’t sure he’d heard the term before.

“You know, when you take over a human’s body and control it.”

Jason blinked. “We can do that?”

“You… didn’t know? How long have you been a ghost?”

Jason tried to consider. It was impossible to tell time in the Realms. The area off his island was always the same swirling green with no sun or moon in sight. And he wasn’t sure how long it had taken to gain consciousness after dying. He didn’t think it was immediate. “I’m… not sure. I died December 1st XX. What’s the date on Earth now?”

“So recently? I’ve never met such a young ghost before. Its only been a few weeks. Today’s the twentieth.”

That wasn’t possible. Jason shook his head. “No, that can’t be. I know I’ve been here longer than that. I know how long it takes me to read a book and how many I’ve read.”

“Time in the zone can be a bit wonky.” Danny clasped Jason’s arm. The gesture made him flinch, though he knew it was supposed to be comforting. Danny’s arms fell to his side again. “Sorry.”

Needing to change the subject, Jason asked, “So overshadowing, huh? What else can ghosts do?”

The grin Danny gave him convinced him he had the right idea. “Oh, you have no idea. How about instead of whatever you were going to show me, I teach you to fight like a ghost?”

Jason got an overwhelming feeling of fun-excitement-mischief that weren’t his own and his eyes widened. “Can I sense your emotions? Is that another ghost thing?”

Danny laughed and it was filled with so much enjoyment that Jason couldn’t even be offended. “Dude, you really don’t know anything. We can project emotions to other ghosts. It’s easy. Think something at me.”

Jason bit his lip as he considered what to do. His eyes lit up and he tapped Danny on the nose as he thought hard game-tag-play-fun before flying away as fast as he could.

Danny shouted after him, “You are so not getting away from me!”

As expected, Danny used the game to show him all the cool things ghosts could do. He could shoot energy beams now! Just like Kori! Or, well he would be just like her once he got a bit better at controlling them.

After who knows how long, they ended up lying on their backs on the grass, exhausted from the exertion. Jason wasn’t even sure who was It anymore.

It had been the most fun he'd had in longer than he cared to remember.

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Have all the fluff. I love them so much.

Not much of a tag list yet since this is so new, but I can add more on if you'd like.

@britcision, @echoednonny

#dpxdc #danny fenton #jason todd #dead on main #jason will throw hands if you diss chaucer in his hearing #or he may convert you to a fan #but you will not end the meeting in the same shape you started it in #and now they both have new friends

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vilevenom · 1 month

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Hello hello! Thank you for your prompt @bitterbunny07!

Alright, I am going to preempt this once again by stating that I do not head canon the trolls as actually caring about gender or gender presentation.

However, I am always happy to fill prompts with these sort of requests.

This...got away from me. A lot.

It is a whole lot longer, a touch more angsty, and more of an overall coming out story for JD than just supportive brother fluff. Sorry ^^; I hope you enjoy it anyway!

P.S - I had a hard time figuring out a good spot in the canon timeline for this, so it starts pre-brozone, and finishes post band together.

P.P.S-There is a name and pronoun shift for John Dory like, a third of the way through this, so hopefully it's not confusing!

John Dory spun slightly back and forth in front of the mirror, the skirt he had pulled from his mother's closet swaying delicately around his legs. He smiled mildly at the reflection of the skirt as it swirled around his legs, enjoying the sensation of the folds brushing against his fur. He did not, however, dare bring his eyes up past his waist line, as the open vest he wore somewhat ruined the image he would prefer to be looking at.

"JD?"

John jumped, scrambling to try and find something, /anything/ to hide the skirt around his waist. He managed to grab the blanket from the end of his parents bed, draping it around his shoulders like a cape and cowering slightly below it to hide, just as Spruce walked through the door.

"Hey, JD, Mom said…" Spruce trailed off at finding his brother half hidden under a blanket, his shoulders hunched and a slight look of panic on his face. "Uh…what's up?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"N-nothing," John stuttered out, cowering back as Spruce stalked forward. An eleven year old should not be so intimidating.

"What're you hiding?" Spruce hissed, grabbing for the blanket as John turned to try and flee around the corner of his parents bed. He failed in his attempt, letting out a sound of distress as Spruce yanked the blanket away. John kept his shoulders hunched and his back to his brother as he heard Bruce make a noise of surprise behind him.

"Is that one of mom's skirts?"

"So what if it is?" John growled defensively, wrapping his arms around himself. There was a long moment of silence after that, which made John nervous. He slowly turned his head to find Spruce with a look of consideration on his face.

"You know, Mom is gonna be mad if you do anything to that skirt. I think it's one of her favorites," Spruce stated finally, planting his hands on his hips.

"You don't…find it weird?" John asked haltingly, fully turning towards his younger brother.

Spruce shrugged. "If that's what you want to wear, why should I care? As long as you don't get me in trouble with you for stealing mom's clothes."

John let out a relieved breath, a half smile forming on his face. "Thank you, Spruce. But, just to be safe, promise you won't tell anyone else? This is, well…it's kind of embarrassing, y'know?"

Spruce scrunched up his nose slightly, tilting his head in confusion. "Why would it be embarrassing? It's just clothes."

John chuckled dryly, folding the blanket back up and setting it back on the bed where it had been. "You'll understand when you're older."

"You're only two years older than me, John Dory," Spruce snipped, crossing his arms, "Tell me."

John rolled his eyes as he slipped the skirt off and replaced it in the closet, before pulling his shorts back on. "Because some trolls find it weird when boy trolls wear girl clothes. And vise versa. I'm a boy, I shouldn't like girls clothes."

"That's dumb," Spruce snorted with a wave of his hand, "Clothes are just scraps of fabric we put on our bodies to decorate them. Why does it matter if the bottoms are a solid piece of fabric, or have legs sewn into them?"

John stared at his younger brother for a long moment before letting out a snort of laughter. "That is way too grown up of a sentence to have come out of your mouth."

"It's true, and you know it."

"I'm not arguing that," John held his hands up in surrender, "I'm just surprised."

"Yeah, well. Mom said you have to come help with dinner."

John scowled at himself in the mirror. He had picked the outfits for BroZone out himself, but that didn't mean he enjoyed wearing them. The stupid white shorts felt constricting, and the puffer vest made him sweat in all the wrong places. But it gave them an image. The perfect image.

"Hey, John, we've got another five before we need to head to the studio," Spruce's voice filtered in through the door just before his brother walked through it. He paused at seeing the grumpy look on John Dory's face, letting out a breath. He knew that look, and he knew it well. "Remember, you picked these stupid getups."

John groaned, tossing his head back. "I know," he grumped, turning to face Spruce with a scowl, "It is a decision I regret every day."

Spruce chuckled, shutting his brothers bedroom door behind himself. He, so far, was the only one of the five brothers who knew about John's predilection towards girls clothes. "We can always stop, you know. We can stop, and you can wear whatever you want, and we can just be normal."

"Not being normal keeps us safe," John growled, grabbing his goggles from his bed and putting them on. "Being the perfect boy band makes sure we keep everyone else in the tree happy, and /us/ off the trollstice menu. Remember, a happy troll-"

"-is a tasty troll. Yeah, hard to forget that little bit of rhetoric," Spruce grumbled, folding his arms over his chest and leaning back against the door.

"Exactly. So we all need to match. We all need to be boys, and-" John began, stopping short as Spruce suddenly stood straight up and took a step towards him.

"What do you mean 'we all need to be boys? John?"

John let his shoulders slump, groaning at how damnably perceptive his brother was. He knew he couldn't lie to Spruce. He'd just pester him until he finally caved. "I…I may not always feel like a boy? Well, almost never, actually. I hate wearing pants, and my voice is too low, and I don't-" he choked on his words, glancing up at Spruce who nodded encouragingly at him, "I don't like the name John."

"Oh," Spruce breathed, surprise blatant on his face. "Well…what would you prefer to be called, then?"

John shrugged, scratching absently at his cheek. "I don't know. Something similar to my name, so it's not hard for people to remember? Or switch. Not that that'll ever happen."

"Hey, now. We won't be a boy band forever."

"We'll be a boy band as long as it keeps us safe," John hissed, frowning at Spruce, "I can live with the discomfort if it keeps us /alive/."

Spruce let out a breath, his shoulders slumping. They were silent for a moment, before he tentatively said, "What about Jane?"

"Jane?"

"Yeah, as your new name. Jane Dory. It sounds kinda cute."

A slow smile curled John's lips, before she gave a little nod. "I like it. But, let's just keep it between us for now, yeah?"

"Of course. Now, we've gotta go or we're going to be late."

Jane had been so excited to find her brothers. She'd expected Branch to give her the cold shoulder, since he'd barely been over the age of four when she left. Clay and her had never really gotten on very well, so that was also somewhat expected. But Spruce? They may have parted on poor terms, but she'd thought at least he would've understood the pressure she'd been under. The reason she finally had to leave the tree. It was especially hurtful when he'd stated his preferred name of "Bruce", and then proceeded to called her "John".

Though, if she gave it a moment of thought, she supposed she never did tell him it was okay to call her that outside closed doors. And she was wearing her traveling clothes of a vest and shorts. She supposed that wasn't really very traditionally feminine. Perhaps, when everything was said and done, she could talk to her brothers about her preferred pronouns and name. After all, everyone she'd met after BroZone knew her as Jane. So should her brothers.

So, it came as a bit of a shock when, after they'd rescued Floyd and they were on their way back to Pop Village in Rhonda, that her second youngest brother had pulled her into a hug and said, "I'm so glad you came back, Jane."

"I couldn't leave you," she'd quickly said first, hugging her brother back as tightly as she dared in his delicate state. "But, uhm…did you just call me Jane?"

Floyd pulled back from the hug, looking a little sheepish. "Oh. Did you change your name again? Sorry. The last time I saw you, that's what you preferred, so I assumed…"

"No, no," Jane shook her head, rubbing Floyd's arm in what she hoped was a comforting gesture, "It's just…I never told you that. How did you know? I thought only Sp-Bruce knew."

"I mean, technically," Floyd said with a light laugh, "But I overheard you two, once. I've just kept it in the back of my mind since then. Is it still your preferred name?"

Jane smiled warmly at her brother, giving a little nod. "Yeah. Jane Dory, so you can still call me JD."

"John Dory!" Clay's voice made the two on the couch jump, Jane hurrying to look to her middle brother, even as Floyd frowned in concern.

"Yeah? What is it, Clay?"

"Viva wanted to know if you can give us a ride back to the golf course after we drop everyone else at Pop Village. She wants to get back so she can start prepping the putt putt trolls to reintegrate into troll society," Clay said, popping his hip and crossing his arms, looking like he expected to have to fight with Jane about a ride.

"Yeah, sure. I can do that," Jane said with a small nod, earning a mild look of surprise from Clay. "Rhonda will need a little bit of a rest after all this, though. Do you mind if we head there after a day or so?"

Clay sniffed, turning his head to glance back at Viva, who was excitedly chatting with Poppy as the two flipped through a scrapbook. "Yeah, I think that'll be fine," he hummed, giving Jane a little nod before wandering back towards the front of the armadillo bus, where Bruce was sat in the drivers seat with Tiny Diamond napping on him.

"You should tell them," Floyd murmured, bringing Janes attention back to him.

"I will," Jane said with a bit of a strained smile, "Soon. I just gotta figure out the right time."

There was no 'right time'.

Once they'd arrived back to Pop Village, it was a flurry of activity. Between getting Floyd settled into Branch's bunker, getting Rhonda prepped to head back to the golf course, and the general craziness of the pop trolls realizing that BroZone was back together and in the village, she had no time. She even tried to dodge several star struck trolls who somehow managed to bring old BroZone records from the troll tree and wanted her to sign them. She hadn't used her old signature for "John Dory" in such a long time, she resorted to just signing the albums with "JD".

She was incredibly happy to climb into Rhonda with Clay and Viva when they were ready to head out. The sheer amount of misgendering and how frequently she had to try and remember to respond to "John" were slowly grinding down on her last shred of sanity.

"Let's blow this popsicle stand!" Clay declared as Jane settled herself in the drivers seat.

"Yeah! I can't wait to get back and let everyone know that Pop Village is safe and that we can move back," Viva tittered, clapping her hands together excitedly.

"Yeah! It's gonna be great. How long do you think it'll take, John?" Clay asked, unaware of how his sisters eye twitched as she stared out the front window.

"Not too long!" Jane said, forcing a chipper tone, "If we hustle, I don't think it'll take longer than a day." Hopefully no longer. She'd temporarily forgotten that this trip would still make her want to scream into a pillow.

"Fantastimazing!" Viva chirped, bounding over to hug Jane, "Thanks again for the ride, JD! Super appreciate it!"

"Anytime," Jane said with a smile, patting Viva's arm before she bound off to to the back of the bus to look at Branch's clue board. Jane reached out and snagged Clay's wrist as he was about to follow Viva, earning a frown and a raised eyebrow from the other. "Can I talk to you about something real quick?"

Clay sucked his teeth for a moment before giving a short nod. "Yeah, okay." He tugged his wrist free from Jane's grip and folded his arms over his chest, tilting his chin to show he was listening. "What is it?"

Jane let out a nervous little laugh, moving her hands to tap idly on Rhonda's steering wheel. She would've preferred to have all of her brothers in one place to talk to them, but given that it was really only Branch and Clay who didn't know about her, she supposed it was now or never. Or suffer through the trip wanting to break something because Clay would keep calling her "John".

"Okay. I know this might end up being awkward for you, since you're stuck with me until we get to the golf course, but," Jane took a deep breath, keeping her gaze steady on the road so she wouldn't have to see Clay's reaction, "Can you please call me Jane? I changed my name a while ago."

There was silence. It reminded Jane of when she'd first old Bruce, but this time she was dealing with a snarky thirty-something middle brother, instead of her supportive eleven year old brother in arms. Her grip tightened on the steering wheel as the silence stretched on, until finally she heard Clay curse loudly. She jumped, finally looking to her brother with a wide eyed stare.

"You've been letting us misgender you this whole time?!" Clay snapped, scowling at Jane. "For the love of all that is trolly, you should've said something." He huffed a breath, turning his head slightly. "Viva! JD's been letting us call him the wrong freaking name this whole time!"

"WHAT?!"

Clay blinked, and looked back to Jane, suddenly looking contrite. "Wait, is JD bad, too?"

Jane snorted quietly, letting the tension bleed out of her. "No, that's fine. I also go by Jane Dory. I wanted something easy for people to transition to."

Clay gave a little nod as Viva appeared beside him. "What are we supposed to call you?"

"Jane, or JD, if you don't mind. And, uhm, I go by she/her," Jane said, her cheeks flushing slightly as Viva bounced on her toes and Clay gave her a thoughtful look.

"Gotcha," Viva shot him finger guns before heading back to the back of the bus once again.

"How long?"

Jane blinked, tilting her head slightly at Clay. "For what?"

"How long have you gone by Jane?"

Jane let out a breath, her shoulders slumping. "Truthfully? Since I was Fifteen or sixteen. But I've known how I felt since I was thirteen. Bruce knew."

"But he kept calling you 'John', too," Clay said with a slight frown.

"Yeah. I never told him he could call me Jane in public. I don't know if he's really that pissed at me, he forgot, or he was keeping a secret for me that he didn't need to anymore. I haven't had the chance to talk to him," Jane said with a shrug. "Oh, and apparently Floyd overheard me talking to Bruce once time about it, so I guess he knows, too. I just need to tell Branch. Then the whole of Pop Village, I guess." She groaned, rubbing at her face and leaning back in the drivers seat. "Coming out twice over is annoying." Clay let out a light laugh next to her, making Jane startle and blink owlishly at her brother. "What's funny?"

Clay shrugged, tucking his thumbs under the straps of his romper. "Nothing, I guess. I just don't remember that last time I saw you react so calmly to something so stressful. It's kind of nice, if I'm being honest."

"It's not stressful, really. Just annoying. I'm perfectly happy with who I am. I know I don't look really effeminate right now, but I do have half a wardrobe of dresses and stuff in here," Jane said with a half smile, gesturing with her thumb over her shoulder.

"I believe it," Clay said with a little nod. He paused for a moment, making a thoughtful sound before he spoke again. "Is that why you were so obsessed with being perfect, and kept being so overbearing?"

Jane let out a breath, looking back to the road. She knew this conversation was coming. "Thinking back on it, probably. I wanted to keep up the appearance of who everyone wanted me to be. And there was the added pressure of the band needing to stay in the limelight and be popular so we'd be safe from being eaten. We made the other trolls happy, and a happy troll was a tasty troll. If we got eaten, it'd be bad for trollstice. So I did my best to be the boy band 'leader'. And that did seep into how I treated all of you, I realize that. I put you all into boxes because I had to be in a box. And I want you to know, I am sorry for that."

Clay nodded, reaching out to pat Jane's shoulder. "Thanks. I appreciate it." He paused, a slow grin settling on his face, "So, does that mean we have to come up with a new band name if we do a reunion tour?"

Jane snorted a laugh, swatting at Clay. "The band name can't change! It's got household appeal!"

The round trip back to Pop Village was three days total. Clay had bid her farewell after finally granting Jane the hug she had wanted when they'd first found him. Viva had sent her off with no less then three braids weaved into her hair. It was nice to know she had two more trolls in her corner, should anything happen in regards to her conversations with Bruce and Branch.

As Rhonda rolled up to the village, Jane contemplated her wardrobe. She riffled through everything, before pulling out her favorite dress. It was, in her opinion, a cute brown overall dress with a large pocket on the front, adorned with a red capped mushroom patch. She also swapped her goggles out for green head band, tied with a bow. She hummed as she fiddled with the bow in the mirror, suddenly much more nervous to arrive. It was an outfit she'd worn many times, in many places, and she loved it. But, that didn't stop her heart from racing at the thought of stepping out of Rhonda in it. She hadn't lied to Clay about finding the whole thing more annoying than anything, and that she was happy with who she was. But the thought of how Branch might react had her stomach in knots.

"You can do this," she said to herself in the mirror, "Clay, Floyd and Viva are all on your side. If things go south, you can always go back to the golf course. It'll be fine." She took a deep breath and turned towards the door as Rhonda came to a stop.

The elevator ride into Branch's bunker felt like an eternity. Jane fidgeted with the hem of her dress as she descended, suddenly wishing she'd stuck to her traveling clothes for this conversation. She was going to be underground with her brothers, with no way to immediately escape if anything happened. Which, she very much doubted, especially with Floyd there as well, but still. She felt her heart jump into her throat as the elevator finally came to a stop. Her brothers were sat at Branch's kitchen table, just across the room from the elevator platform. All three looked up as it came to a stop. Floyd offered an encouraging smile, while Branch and Bruce both looked flabbergasted.

"Uh, hey," Jane said with a little wave, "I just got back from dropping off Clay and Viva."

Thick silenced reined as Branch and Bruce continued to stare while Floyd's expression morphed into uncomfortable and Jane contemplated switching the elevator to take her back up to the surface.

"What are you wearing?" Branch finally spoke, squinting as if he couldn't quite tell what Jane had on. Which she knew for a fact wasn't the case. Her baby brother had done a good job making sure the bunker was well lit.

"Clothes?" she offered with a strained smile.

"I can see that," Branch said, rolling his eyes, "But a dress? Did Satin and Chenille attack you on your way over here?"

At that Jane looked stricken, while Floyd gasped quietly and Bruce stood from his chair.

The sound of Bruce's chair scraping across the floor made Jane jump, stumbling back into the far wall of the elevator. She clutched at the front of her dress, suddenly all too aware that she'd moved away from the elevator lever. She glanced at the lever, then to Bruce, who followed her gaze. She panicked as he began to move towards her, lunging for the lever. Unfortunately, Bruce moved faster than she anticipated, and he swung his hair out to block her from being able to escape back up to the surface. She fell to her knees, looking up as Bruce reached the elevator platform. She couldn't help the slight tremble in her shoulders as she looked up at Bruce. Logically, she knew he wouldn't hurt her. He never had. But that didn't stop her heart from thundering in her chest.

"I'm so sorry," Bruce finally said, kneeling down in front of her. He offered her a hand, a soft expression on his face. "I wish I could say I didn't realize you were finally free to be yourself, but I just plain forgot. Do you still want to be called Jane, or is there something else now?"

Jane felt a rush of tears come to her eyes as she let out a wet laugh. She shook her head, taking Bruce's hand. "No. You gave me that name, I couldn't change it."

Bruce smiled before pulling her into a bone crushing hug. Jane let out a quiet sob as she returned it, reveling in her brothers acceptance for a moment, before Branch clearing his throat caused the two to break apart. Bruce turned, clicking his tongue quietly, before getting to his feet and pulling Jane up along with him. She stumbled slightly once she was up, which prompted Bruce to wrap a protective arm around her shoulders. She quickly wiped at her eyes, looking to her baby brother who stood with a grumpy expression on his face next to his kitchen table.

"Would someone care to explain, please?" Branch asked, tapping his foot impatiently on the floor.

"Our oldest brother is actually our oldest sister," Floyd offered from the table before Jane could open her mouth. She gave Floyd a grateful smile and Bruce gave her shoulders a gentle shake.

Branch continued to frown before letting out a breath. "Is that all? Also, please tell me I'm not the last to know."

Jane blinked, somewhat surprised by Branch's blasé reaction. "Uh…well, I haven't told Poppy yet, if that makes you feel better?"

Branch looked thoughtful for a moment, before nodding. "It does, actually. Once Poppy finds out, she's going to want to throw you a party. And the last thing I'd need is for the whole village to know before me." He started towards his kitchen, glancing back over his shoulder. "Did you want some tea? Jane, was it?"

"Yeah. I'd love some, thanks," Jane said, flushing happily as Bruce steered her to a chair at the table.

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arguing with your boyfriend while you're on your period - kylian mbappe imagine

umm hi... ig im back?? the past months were a rollercoaster for me, i graduated high school and im now in uni studying biomedical sciences which is kinda hard but yeah at least its fun. however the main reason i couldnt post was bcs i was focusing on my mental and phsyical state, i got diagnosed with different anxiety disorders and its been really hard for me. but writing distracts me and brings me peace, so ig i should write more loll. anyways enjoyy :)

on and on with your boyfriend, it had been five minutes with the both of you just yelling back and forth. Actually, you were the one doing most of the yelling, he just sat there annoying every part of you.

"kylian just because you don't want to talk about it does not mean you get to walk out of the room." You yelled. The both of you were talking casually until he said something along the lines of going out with his friends tomorrow, and all you replied with was how he wasn't spending much time with you lately, and how lonely you felt. What did he do? Walk out the door. "I don't want to argue right now, i'm sick of it. I'm leaving." He spat out, letting a mocking sigh of frustration as he walked out the door. The fact that he walked away without letting you talk about your feelings angered you, so you followed him out.

"listen to me, you're making a big deal right now. nothing happened. I don't get why your yelling, you know everytime you accuse me of something it turns into an argument, and I'm honestly just not in the mood right now." He mumbled while looking at his phone. His response was so hurtful towards you, thinking back to all the times you were there for him and would listen to him.

"You think I'm being overdramatic?" You asked, your calm just as irritatingly calm as his. He nodded his head, face still looking towards his phone, his eyes were never on you, and you just wanted some respect.

You felt the pain in your abdomen worsen as you yelled through the pain. "Y-your not even looking at me. Why is it so hard for you to listen to me??" You scream out, a small lump forming on your throat. He threw his phone next to him, stood up and looked up at you for a quick second before looking away. He then turned back to you.

"Y/n, I'm not trying to hurt you, I was only trying to avoid an argument." He whispered. "I wasn't trying to argue, I was trying to speak my side. I just wanted to tell you how I feel so empty without you here. You're most of the time at training and by the time you get back you're so tired to spend time with me. These free days are when we can actually spend time together." You mumbled. He gave you a look before looking up.

"But what about me? I never have breaks so when would I ever go out with my friends and do something I enjoy?" He spoke. His words felt like a stab to your heart.

"Do something you actually enjoy? Fuck off Kylian, you could have just broken up with me if being with me is something you don't actually enjoy. You know what? Do whatever the hell you want, I'm gonna be the one to leave now." You spat, walking out the door.

The moment you walked outside, a rush of cold wind hit your face, your body automatically starting to shiver. You blamed yourself for not bringing a jacket, but just thought of going back soon. You found an empty bus stop to sit at, and decided it would be a good place to think about something to distract you, but that's when the pain started getting worse. Your hands grabbed onto your lower stomach and you squeezed your eyes shut, hoping it would make the pain subside. All you wanted to do was to be in your boyfriends embrace, for him to cuddle you, kiss you, cook for you, take care of you, and just love you. But right now, from his words, it seems like he didn't enjoy being with you, which one made you feel worse.

It got to the point where you didn't know if you were crying over kylian or the pain, but you decided it was both. You were never good with cramps, and you were extremely sensitive. Kylian was always aware, but this time it seemed to slip his mind that you needed him.

He was at home, thinking back at everything to see where he had made a mistake, his hands were fisted up as his heart began to ache out of fear. The moment he laid his eyes on the jacket he knew you were outside freezing. It was extremely late and it was freezing outside, and you didn't even take a jacket with you. Forgetting about the argument, he rapidly stood up, deciding to look for you. As he was taking his jacket out the coat rack, he noticed the chocolate wrappers littered in the counter and the painkillers you used for your period left there. It was then when he realized, you were on your period. You did not like sweet things, and if you were eating this much chocolate, it could only be one

reason.

"Fuck." He mumbled, grabbing the car keys and running out the door. His footsteps echoed around the streets as he got to the car. He hoped that you were okay. As he looked around while driving, you were nowhere to be found, and he only started panicking. He took out his phone, hands barely being able to hold the phone from how much he was panicking.

Finally, after getting a hold of himself, he pressed on your contact, praying that you would pick up, but to his luck, it went straight to voicemail. If anything happened to you, he would not be able to forgive himself. He cursed under his breath, his vision becoming blurry as he thought about the worst case scenarios. He should have never been so hard on you when you were only trying to spend time with him. Guilt filled his body as the only thing he wanted was for you to be in his arms.

He kept looking around the neighborhood and that's when he found a figure sitting in an empty bus-stop. His heart almost beat out of his chest as he found you. After making sure it was you, he parked the car nearby and sprinted, glad to see that you were okay.

"You idiot." He mumbled as his voice wavered. It was laced with fear. "If you're just here to insult me then you can leave." You mumbled, looking away. Kylian immediately took off his jacket, wrapping it around your form as he gently held your face, bringing it close to his so that he could kiss you. You flinched from how warm his lips felt against yours, but slowly melting into him. No matter how upset at him you were, you were always his, and you could never resist him. As you were kissing, you began to feel droplets of what you thought was rain falling on you. Breaking away from the kiss, you saw the first snowfall. You've heard of couples kissing on the first snowfall, but never about it snowing as you were kissing.

Kylian pulled you into a hug, as you shivered and hugged him back. The cramps started getting worse and worse by the moment, and before you knew it, you started crying again. Taken aback, Kylian stared at you with fear, examining you to see what was wrong. You held onto him tightly, telling him your stomach was hurting, another pang of guilt hitting him for not taking good care of you. "Aw my baby...I'm so sorry, it'll be okay, I promise. Come let me carry you and get to the car." He kissed your head. You were too in pain to reject him, so you let him carry you to the car. You felt calm and though the pain was still there, it wasn't as bad as it was before. He put you in the front seat next to him and adjusted the seat so you were laying down instead of sitting. The cramps were getting worse. He hated seeing you in pain. He covered you with a blanket he had stored in the back seats. You were still sniffing here and there as your mood swings and cramps were getting the best of you, and that you really felt uncared for through his words, though he probably didn't even mean it. During the car ride home he put on calm music. After you got home, Kylian carried you carefully bridal style. He opened the door and softly laid you down on the couch and you looked up with half lidded eyes. You had almost fallen asleep on the ride back. The lights started to wake you up as you whined, wanting to go back to sleep. You wanted to make everything okay again.

Kylian was about to head to the bedroom to go get something until you held his hand. "D-did you mean it? When you said you wanted to do something you actually enjoy and that was to go out? Am I too boring?" You mumbled. He sighed before sitting right by you. He leaned down towards you as he placed a kiss on your forehead, and then your nose, and then your lips.

"N-no. I didn't mean it. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have walked away when you were talking to me like that. I should have listened to what you were going to say. I'm sorry I didn't take care of you, I'm sorry you had to go through this because I'd me. I do love you, so much.

And I promise we'll solve our conflicts together. Okay? we'll talk the rest out tomorrow, rest and sleep now okay?"

You nodded, trusting his words. He was never one to disrespect you and you know he wouldn't say anything like that and mean it. You decided you'd just talk to him tomorrow and that you'd go to bed for now. He made you mean to eat and put a heat pack on your stomach as he peppered your face with kisses and rubbed your belly so that you could go to sleep. You cuddled against his chest as he hummed a tune that you could sleep too. He cooed at your sleeping figure. He pressed a last kiss against your head after passing out right next to you.

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whimsyqueen · 2 years

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Alternative Story Structures/Patterns (a.k.a how to avoid that damn triangle)

Disclaimer: these are all taken from Jane Alison's Meander, Spiral, Explode under the idea that we should draw more from patterns in nature when structuring works of fiction. Alison is a white woman, and a lot of non-western storytelling (especially utilizing different structures other than the triangle/wave) was pioneered by Authors of Color. I highly recommend you also research types of non-western nonlinear storytelling that Authors of Color have been utilizing and pioneering way before western storytellers even began to think about them. Here's a great article, and here's another one to begin your research there!

I'm gonna start each section with a quote from Meander, Spiral, Explode that I think explains them best, and then extrapolate where I can from there!

Waves

I've already discussed this one! If you wanna know my thoughts and feelings about the wave (a.k.a Evil Triangle That Might Have Some Uses, Maybe) you can check out this post here!

Wavelets

"Once I translated the dramatic arc to a wave, I began to think that energy in narrative might also flow in smaller waves, wavelets. Dispersed patterning, a sense of ripple or oscillation, little ups and downs, might be more true to human experience than a single crashing wave: I'm more likely to feel some tension, a small discovery, a tiny change, a relapse. The same epiphanies every week..."

I love the idea of this, and her comparison to the human experience. I feel like we sort of tried to accomplish this by adding various peaks to the original triangle, but sometimes a narrative can have multiple waves. She talks a lot about how this can show up as patterning in stories as well, moving back and forth between two different energies that could be important to a character, back and forth between motivations. I don't know if that makes any sense, wavelets aren't really my style, but I know they'll resonate with someone, because what are we doing if not trying to connect to the human experience?

Meanders

"A meander begins at one point and moves towards a final one, but with digressive loops. Italo Calvino says that "digression is a strategy for putting off the ending, a multiplying of time within the work, a perpetual evasion or flight. Flight from what? From death of course!" The Meander river in Turkey gave us the word, and speaking of how an actual river flows, Peter Stevens (in Patterns in Nature) says it "winds and turns in a quiet but seemingly desperate manner to avoid the straight schuss to the bottom"... In either case, there's deliberate slowness, a delight in curving this way or that, luxuriating in diversions, carving slow labyrinths of time."

OHHHHH THE MEANDERING NARRATIVE. I do enjoy this one, it isn't my favorite, but it is very very good. I specifically love the part she mentions about the narrative being afraid to reach its end. Sometimes characters meander, they want to experience the slowness, to stop and enjoy the things that are going on around them before moving forward with the plot. If you learn how to use the meander to your advantage, people who have a tendency to under-write could seriously be helped out by trying to do this. Also, sometimes people's minds just wander. Why should a narrative not wander too? A river will always end up spilling out somewhere, after all.

Spirals

"A spiraling narrative could be a helix winding downward– into a character's soul, or deep into the past– or it might wind upward, around and around to a future. Near repetitions, but moving onward. What gives a spiraling narrative a good sense of ending? Good question, for spirals could go on forever."

and also

"I wonder if first-person retrospective narratives– especially obsessive ones– might naturally follow a vortex."

Can you tell which quote gave me my epiphany about Verity and To Make a Fool of Death? Maybe it's mixed in with the radial narrative (right below this!!) but a spiraling narrative is truly a beautiful thing. This one and the radial one are both truly very deeply character focused, which makes me happy. The idea of telling a story based around a character, or just always coming back to the central of the character, is deeply fascinating. At another point in this chapter, she compares the spiral narrative to like the spiraling of a panic attack: you start thinking, and then you think more, and the problem becomes bigger, and you just keep going and then you cannot stop. Whether your spiraling narrative is fast, slow, or somewhere in between (not even gonna go off on a tangent about combining some of the patterns like a meandering spiral), it wanders around but remains true to the central core of what STARTED the panic attack, and will always have come from that true center.

Radials or Explosions

"Unlike in a spiral, the story itself– the incidents we see dramatized– barely moves forward in time. Instead, a reader might have a sense of being drawn again and again to a hot core– or, conversely, of trying to get away from that core. You might already know the end at the start and get many fractured views of things avoiding that moment. You might feel a sense of violent scatteration from a central point. Radials can be centrifugal or centripetal, but linear they are not."

This one might just be my favorite. Her example for it is truly perfect, too. She uses Gabriel García Márquez's Chronicle of a Death Foretold to talk about the point of this one. The entire story revolves around the death of this one man, we know he's going to die from the beginning of the story, and everyone else knows it too. We get the reactions of people to the idea of his death, the effect his death has on others, the WHY of his murder, and so on and so forth. The entire story centers around the hot core of the death of the main character, and that is BEAUTIFUL. I don't know what else to say about this kind of narrative outside of that example, because it does exactly what the radial/explosive narrative requires of it. Vignettes that all center around a big, dramatic point. That kind of thing. I love it, I can't get enough.

Networks or Cells

"So, again, any complex narrative will be a little spatial: certainly the spiraling or radial ones we looked at are. I think the idea of spatiality becomes most clear in cellular texts made discrete parts that gain power through patterns of images or ideas rather than sequential incidents." [section removed where she's talking about three examples provided to prove her point] "In all three, no linear chronology makes the parts cohere; instead, you draw the lines."

and also

"Translating to natural patters, I think of Peter Stevens's words about honeycombs or foam: 'chunks of space, miniature rooms, each one different from its neighbors and yet perfectly interlocked with those neighbors'."

I feel like these really speak for themselves. Think like... a short story collection, right, where all of the stories are seemingly unrelated, but you're able to connect the dots in your own mind and realize how these narratives are actually entwined in some truly beautiful ways? This method places a lot of trust on the reader, and I think that's important. As long as you have readers who have an ounce of critical thinking skills, of course. Stories like this are particularly interesting, especially when you as a writer have to decide how to subtly connect them all, or how MUCH you even want them to be connected.

Fractals

"The most fractal works– meaning fractals of fractals– were stream-of-consciousness narratives, although it's not clear whether that style reveals depths of consciousness or the writer's imagination. But fractals forming the shape of a whole narrative are what interest me: Texts that start with a "seed" or blueprint that spawns several more."

and also, in reference to Caryl Phillips' Crossing the River, an example of a Fractal Narrative:

"Instead the book is polyphonic, taking the points of view of four characters and delivering them in different styles: letters, diary entries, mixtures of third person and first. Yet the stories all grow from a single seed..."

I cut off the last one, but to give some context: Phillips' Crossing the River is the point of view of four characters across time periods that are stories that are inherently related to each other, in that they all stem from the same fractured point, but the linear plot lines do not connect. That's why it's so interesting. It kind of reminds me of the butterfly effect, right, but in a narrative sense. One action that someone takes will fracture, splitting across the story and creating so many smaller, new stories that are just as integral and wouldn't have happened without that first fracture. Will it all come together and will the fracture heal and reconnect at the end? Idk, maybe, it can. It's more of an exercise in seeing what happens based off of one simple event.

Additionally...

She has an entire chapter at the end called "Tsunami?" where she talks about David Mitchell's Cloud Atlas, which is like... a wave, right, a symmetrical wave, but SO MUCH MORE THAN THAT. Remember in "networks or cells" where I was talking about stories that don't seem to be connected but then there's a beautiful through line that somehow magically connects them all? And then in the wave post, when I talk about symmetry and traveling up the wave and down the wave so that the end reflects the beginning again? Cloud Atlas does all of that and more. I couldn't recommend this book enough. It's impossible to explain. It's perfectly written. I honestly don't even really consider it one of my favorite books, but I know that it has FEW rivals for how actually good it is. And, again, PLEASE DO NOT WATCH THE MOVIE.

If anyone wants extrapolation on any of these specifically, I'd be happy to talk about them in their own individual posts, if you've got something specific you want to know more about!! I mean fuck, I might write more about them later on just because I want to and I have feelings. All I really did here was just kinda explain them. And, once again, I encourage you to seek the perspectives of Authors of Color for this one as well. Countries that aren't North American/European have been doing this way longer than us, and those formats deserve some fucking respect.

I also of course have a few people that have asked to be tagged in my posts like this, and if you'd like to add yourself to this list, please let me know! I'll be posting a bunch of these as I go through grad school, so there's a lot to learn! @approximately20eggs @faeriegutz @moonscribbler @marigoldispeculiar

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watermelonsugacry · 2 years

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But where is 1dbandmember!yn in the mix? Hahaha!

Take A Chance

A/N: Happy 12 years of 1d lovies!💚I can't express how much these boys and the fans have changed my life. So instead of making a sappy post about it, I'm going to answer my bestie Bee's question! Oh and...THANK YOU ALL FOR 1K FOLLOWERS!!! ILYSM

SUMMARY: As the judges deliberate who they want to bring back, Nicole doesn't give up on adding another member. (1.3k)

GENRE: 1dbandmember!yn

MASTERLIST the audition chapter! : It's A New Life

All of the judges are sorting out all of the eliminated boys to see if they want to pick and choose which ones they would like to possibly keep. Nicole loves the way the five boys look together on their individual cards, reminding the other two judges how little girls are going to go crazy over them. But the longer she stares at the five cards lined up, the more confident she feels about her next suggestion.

“Where is the pile of the girl group we just did?”

“We’re looking at the boys right now, Nicole. We’ve already done the girls.” Simon says in a monotone voice as he continues to go through a stack of cards in his hands.

“Humor me, Simon. Come on, I just wanna see something.” With a sigh, he reluctantly hands the pile in the corner to her and she eagerly flicks through them until she sees the one she wants. Once she puts YN’s head-shot card down with the rest of the boys, Simon instantly shakes his head.

“No, no. Absolutely not.” He hands Nicole the card back only for her to put it down again.

“Yes! Look at how good they all look together. She’s gonna make the group sound even better. Her audition was one of the best ones we’ve seen.”

“She’s going to be in the center and take away all the attention. And there's gonna be too many people in one group.” Simon tries to reason.

“She balances them all out. She’s perfect for the group. Just give it a chance, Simon.”

“You’re gonna ruin what would have been a good boy band and I won’t stand for it.”

After some more back and forth (and with Simon having the final say) he makes sure to leave YN’s card with her previous girl group.

“I didn’t have to go through this.” YN wipes her pink nose with the end of her sleeve with a stubborn shake of her head. Her and Louis were just eliminated from Bootcamp and they’ve both come to each other for comfort. But now, just like she was before her audition, she’s mad at her childhood best friend for making her come on the show. “I never wanted this and now I got hurt for nothing. Got all my hopes up for nothing.”

Already being kicked while he’s down would only further twist the knife in his heart by her hurtful words, but after knowing her for as long as he has, he doesn’t take it as personal as most would. He saw the hope in her eyes he had when he told her about getting her an audition despite her sour attitude. He saw the way she lit up on stage and saw how it was the start of her bright future. But now he sees the light starting to flicker and he hopes it doesn’t go out by her not ever wanting to pursue music again.

“Guess my dad was right.” YN takes in a shaky breath before biting her lip to stop herself from letting out a sob.

So even while he’s crying himself, Louis brings his best friend to his chest as she cries into his collarbones.

Harry looks away from the sight of YN in Louis’s arms from across the room and wipes away his tears with his bulky, black beanie. He has half the mind to go over there and comfort her himself but he’s too sensitive right now to even stop himself from keeping it together.

“Alright, if we can have all the eliminated boys come over here please!” A backstage crew member announces. “All eliminated girls, if you can head over to the east wing, there should be someone waiting for you there as well.”

YN and Louis eventually pull away from each other with a shrug of their shoulders before heading to where they were called. Harry catches her gaze for a second and even when she’s been crying, her tantalizing eyes still manage to take his breath away.

She wipes her cheeks with her sleeve before bringing her head down and going to the other side of the backstage area. She sees a bunch of girls with red puffy eyes like hers and a couple of them who are trying to touch-up each other’s make-up. If YN had the energy, she would roll her eyes at the sight.

She stands in the back of the crowd with her arms crossed as she just wants to get this over with and go home. After four names are called, she looks up to see all of the girls turning back to look at her. She gives them a furrow of her eyebrows and opens her mouth to (rudely) ask what’s their problem until the backstage crew member beckons her with a curl of his fingers.

“YN LN, they’ve called you up as well, hon.”

Her eyebrows raise up and she slowly makes her way through the sea of nasty glares before joining the other fourth girls. She’s seen them around before, they’re an already established friend group since their audition and YN has already labeled them as prissy and stuck up from how they act. While they all have their hands clasped together, YN keeps her arms crossed over her torso as they make their way up to the main stage.

Her confusion only rises further when she sees her best friend, Harry, and a few other boys in a line on the stage as well. She returns their small wave before facing forwards.

“Hello, thank you so much for coming back.” Nicole starts off before covering the microphone with one hand and leans over to the judge on her left. “Take the chance, Simon.” He looks out to the two groups in front of him and lets out a deep sigh.

“S’your funeral.”

“YN LN? Sweety, if you would, can you please stand over with those gentlemen over there.” YN looks over the girl group one last time before making her way over to the next group. The boys all give her a gentle smile and a small nod of their head, all of which she returns. She goes to stand in between Louis and Zayn and she immediately feels a sense of comfort when they wrap their arms around her back and the tops of her shoulders.

“Oh look, see.” Nicole whispers excitedly. “They all look so good together.” After saying how too talented they are to let go, she tells the contestants, “We think it’d be a great idea to have two separate groups.”

She hands off the microphone to Simon to make the big announcement. “We’ve decided to put you both back in.” And that immediately makes everyone scream and yell in excitement.

Louis and YN immediately wrap their arms around each other, tears nowhere to be seen. Aside from the big relief he’s been given from staying on the show, he’s even more ecstatic about seeing the light in her not flickering anymore, but burning stronger and brighter than ever.

While everyone goes to hug one another, too caught up in excitement, YN literally jumps into Harry’s arms. He quickly brings a hand down to tug her legs around his waist more securely before giving them both a spin.

When she’s let back down, YN gives him a smile and he swears that he can see the small blush rising to her cheeks as she realizes what she just did. But he doesn’t see it for very long as the Irish lad engulfs him in a hug.

The two groups go down the backstage steps, everyone chatting excitedly and officially introducing one another. Huddled together in a group, Harry puts a hand up to stop everyone. “Woah, woah, woah. Guys I just thought of something super important.”

The newly made band members all wait with wide eyes and eager raised eyebrows.

“What are we all gonna wear?”

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andysorbit · 1 year

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Chubby Crybaby

Shownu x Black, plus sized,fem!reader

Minors DNI

Okay so I posted this on my AO3 but I'm putting it here too so yeah

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Hyunwoo gives a stiff smile at the cashier and I cringe the whole time. Being an adult had its fun moments but paying for three Plan B packs was two types of embarrassment. I know I'm so much more but right now, I feel like nothing more than the fat girlfriend. How else can I feel knowing it takes three Plan B pills to get the job done? Hyunwoo, of course, doesn't care- about what we're purchasing or how many I need to make sure I don't make him a dad. He swipes his card and wishes the cashier well. I wish that I had his confidence.

Outside in the cold New York City air, I huddle close to him, "How are you so comfortable with that? Maybe I should just get an IUD." I say quietly. "You said you were scared to." Hyunwoo replies. He pulls me closer to him and quickens his pace. The night air is brisk and the wind blows steadily. We round a corner and quickly make our way back to his apartment building. I'm also the broke girlfriend. I'm the girlfriend who graduated a few years ago and still lives with her parents. Hyunwoo has been trying to convince me to move into his oh so luxurious penthouse. I don't like the idea of being a mooch so I say no even though I really wanna give in.

He takes my coat from me and hangs it up. After kicking off my boots and pushing them to the side, I look over at Hyunwoo and smile, "Should I meet you in the bedroom?" I ask him. "No... I need to talk to you for a minute. Come on. I'll make some tea." Hyunwoo says. His brow is furrowed and I know I've done something to upset him. I follow him into the kitchen and we wash the outside germs off of our hands then I sit at the island counter. He puts the kettle to boil and leans on the island counter and looks across at me. "What's this issue with the Plan B? You keep going back and forth and I need to know where your head is at." Hyunwoo is three years my senior and sometimes it feels like the age gap is much larger. "Buying three pills is expensive and embarrassing." I say timidly. My family was never the type of family to talk things out. I'm the child, my parents are the all knowing sages, and when my feelings were too much; I had to just get over it and move on. Even now at my big age of twenty-six, they reduce me down to a child. Hyunwoo likes talking things out. He's communicative and is not afraid to express his discomfort or call people out for the sake of his own sanity. "You shouldn't worry about the expenses, y/n. I've told you this. Two hundred dollars is nothing for me. I get that it's a lot for you but I told you that when you're with me, it's my job to take care of you. Please don't take this the wrong way but I make more in a week than you do in a month so I'm not gonna ask you to foot half the bill for anything. That's just ridiculous." He's very calm and I have to keep reminding myself that Hyunwoo isn't argumentative or manipulative and this is a totally regular conversation for him that won't turn into an argument. He's peacefully confrontational because he likes solutions. He's my safe space.

"But two hundred bucks is a lot of money for me considering one pill isn't enough to prevent a pregnancy... I don't like it sometimes." I gently scratch my nails against the counter and sigh. He comes around the counter and looks down at me, "Look... you're not comfortable with getting an IUD yet so this is how it is. If you wanna go back to condoms, we can. I need you to be happy with whatever choice you make." Hyunwoo says. He smiles devilishly and kisses me, "I could survive without cuming inside you for a while. You know I'm a patient man." I kiss him hard and he rubs my back soothingly, "I don't love you despite your size and if you lost as much weight as you need to feel content with yourself, I wouldn't love you any more than I do now. I just like you... I don't ever want you to feel like your weight is a downside in our relationship."

I nod and Hyunwoo hugs me. "Would you like green tea or black tea?" He asks and presses his lips to my forehead. "I don't want tea anymore... I want wine please." He moves over to the stove to turn off the kettle then moves to the counter and bends down to open the fancy wine cooler he had built into the lower cabinet, "Red or white?" He asks. "Mmmmm white." I say softly. He nods and takes out a bottle of white wine, "The works?" He says and motions to the refrigerator. "If you don't mind." I reply. I watch Hyunwoo take strawberries, raspberries, and a Capri Sun juice pouch out the fridge. He gets to work cutting a few strawberries and raspberries then opens the wine and the juice pouch. He drops the sliced berries into the glass then fills the glass a quarter of the way with juice then fills it the rest of the way with wine.

"One Princess special for my chubby crybaby." He says with possibly the sweetest smile. Only he has ever been able to call me chubby without making me feel insulted. He's also the only person who can poke my belly without getting cursed out. He pushes the glass over to me and waits eagerly for me to take a drink. I do and sigh, "I wanna know all of your drink recipes. You're the best." I say and down half the glass. "Hey, hey, hey. Slow down." He chuckles. I smile as the warm embrace of wine envelopes my body. It doesn't take much to get me drunk so I quickly finish the glass and stand up. "I need you sober tonight, okay? You know I'm not fucking you if you're drunk." Hyunwoon kisses me slowly and hikes my dress up. I can feel how hard he is and I slowly fall to my knees and look up him. He touches my hair, "I don't wanna ruin the mood but... is your wig on right? I don't wanna pull it off like I did last time." He says and fights a smirk. I giggle, "Yes. I'm good this time just don't pull so hard." I say and undo his jeans. He nods and pushes my hands aside to free himself from his jeans a little bit faster. He strokes himself while he looks down at me, "Do you want it?" He asks almost breathlessly. I nod and he grabs me by my arms and pulls me to my feet, "I want you right here against this counter. You can suck it later. I need to be inside you now." He turns me around and pushes me down against the counter. He raises my dress up, "God, I love it when you don't wear panties. It's so much easier to take what's mine. Is this pussy mine? Huh? Tell me it's mine and I'll fuck you like a dirty girl right now." He says as he presses kisses to the side of my face and rubs his dick against me agonizingly slow. "It's yours." I squeak and push back against him desperately. I need to feel him. "What's mine?" He sighs. "This pussy. It's yours, daddy." I moan. He slowly slides into me and I gasp as he fills me. "Fuck." I cry out. "Watch your mouth." He groans and fucks into me harder. My mind melts into TV static and all I can think about is how deep he is inside of me. "God, you feel so good. My good little princess. You love taking my dick like a good little slut, huh? You're my little slut, right y/n?" He traps my arms behind my back and slaps my ass while he pounds me harder. I cry out and move my hips as best as I can in an attenpt to gyrate against him. "Don't be rude. Be a good girl and answer your daddy, okay, princess?" He whispers and snakes a hand around to rub my clit achingly slow. "I'm your slut, daddy. Oh God- I- I love you." I choke out. He rubs me faster, "I love you too, princess. Are you close?" I nod and squeeze my eyes shut. "Cum. It's okay. Cum for daddy " He whispers thickly into my ear. My thighs buckle and he holds me up as he continues fucking me. I feel my stomach tighten and I squeeze my thighs shut as I cum.

Hyunwoo doesn't stop. I cry out and try to push his hand away. He laughs, "I didn't cum yet. You know how this works. If you want me to stop, use the safe word." He pants. I wiggle my hips and try once more to pull his hand away. I don't really want him to but it's almost too much and my legs nearly give out. "Daddy." I whimper over and over again. "Just a bit more, sweetheart. Come on. You can take it. I'm- fuck! I'm so close, baby. You can take it. You can take a little bit more for me, right?" Hyunwoo moans and his hips stutter and suddenly, he's cuming inside of me. I whimper helplesy and he releases my arms from behind my back then pulls me close as he stills himself. My legs finally give out and we both slink down to the floor. The cool tiles chill our bodies and Hyunwoo pulls his jeans back up then looks at me, "You okay?" He asks. His breathing is almost back to normal. I nod. I'm still trembling and he snuggles up next to me. "I'll get the pills... just.. gimme a second." He says. "You don't have to... I mean? If you're ready... we could not take the pills." I say quietly. He smiles, "Well, I never take the pills. You do." He chuckles. "You know what I mean, Hyunwoo... it's a we thing." I say. We stare at each other for a minute. "So... should we give those pills to a friend?" He asks.

#monsta x #shownu #shownu smut #monsta x smut #kpop smut #ambw smut #monsta x ambw #neoculturecollectives #ambw fic #ambw

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kindlespice · 4 months

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🍉 actual hiatus 🍉

hi hi! so... it's been a while! *checks notes* i have not posted since august... of last year x.x i've been lurking around a bit occasionally dropping likes here and there, but for the most part been entirely absent. i feel like it's wayyyy past time for me to check-in, let everybody know i'm okay and all that jazz. but i am declaring this an actual hiatus now

tl;dr

i lost the simblr itch, i thought "surely it will come back" but it never came back and now i'm hyperfixating on other things.

i'm gonna put specifics under a read more if anyone's that interested in what i've been doing, what i will be doing, where i'll be hanging out now, etc. but it's really nothing big or major--just interests changing.

⭐ my content + patreon

(since it's kinda important and i want everyone to be able to see this) i'm not deleting this account and i'm still keeping my content up both on patreon and sfs! you will still be able to download things for free!!! i will be deleting my patreon tier! even though it was basically a donation tier, i feel bad keeping it up knowing i'm consciously not making more sims content (or being really active in the community) for the foreseeable future i'll be reaching out to existing patrons and making a similar post over there as well about the tier change!

i also wanna say thank you to everyone who's ever followed, donated, liked, commented, messaged, lurked or just been sweet and kind to me ❤️! simblr will always have a special place in my heart, so i don't think i'll ever leave leave, but i owe it to you guys to let you know that i'm making the conscious decision to be inactive for some time.

as a closing statement, fk isr*el and i am absolutely 100% without a doubt full stop

AGAINST GENOCIDE AND FOR A 🍉 FREE PALESTINE 🍉

you should be too if you're any kind of decent human being :)

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⭐what will happen to my account?

nothing really. or at least nothing different from how it's been for the last year and some change XD like i said, i'm still keeping my blogs up, downloads won't move, etc. i am just committing to not actively posting content or really being on simblr that much. maybe i'll drop some likes or comments when the mood hits (like i have been), but not really much else. i guess if there's any questions about this i'll answer them since my active attention will be back on simblr for at least a few days while i clean some things up. i would like to do one last thing as a kind of parting gift at some point... i never did end up cleaning up my downloads page or organize the thumbs/sorting for my cc like i said i would so maybe i'll do that before it gets away from me again but i'm not making any promises

⭐why am i on hiatus?

nothing bad happened or anything, i just.... lost interest. I already wasn't really playing the game that much even when i was super active; i mostly just took pictures and did edits. but i just wasn't having as much fun as i used to, opening the game started feeling like a chore, i wasn't all that inspired to make content, etc. i've burnt out on simblr on many an occasion so i just took a break like i always do but it kept going...and going.......and going.........until i realized it had been FOREVER and i hadn't really felt the itch to create here during that time, it wasn't coming back, and i was having much more fun doing other stuff. the times i did consider coming back it was more bc i felt bad about not creating rather than any actual desire to create. so i had to think long and hard about whether or not i even really wanted to come back. and i flip-flopped for probably 6 months--trying to drum up creative projects and never committing--before coming to the conclusion that i think i just need to call it a hiatus XD

⭐what have i been up to?

annoying my family with boycott lists and making them buy alternatively :D bouncing back and forth between many different hyperfixations... i fell back down the skyrim rabbithole several times, genshin, stardew, acnh, made a million notion pages i'll never use--the usual suspects. BUT BG3! at one point i swore i was gonna come back end of july/early aug but then BG3 dropped early and it was over... i definitely did A LOT of heavy lurking here when the girlies were all posting GORGEOUS tavs omg... i spent a while getting ts3 up and running, even made a sideblog thinking "maybe i'll come back with ts3 content that would be cool!"... just to not end up playing and not using the sideblog and not coming back -.- 4LIENS were supposed to have a comeback like... 4 separate times and it just did not happen... i've been making a concerted effort to get back into drawing and art. i've been in a kind of... depression? slump? with it for years now; always feeling like it wasn't good enough, that i should be better since i'm so "gifted and talented", i should be monetizing it and not "wasting" all that skill, blah blah imposter syndrome blah blah getting frustrated when i'm not 100% perfect all the time blah blah feeling like a disappointment to my family blah blah... but i am HELLA sick and tired of having all this anxiety and fear surrounding something i used to love so much so i'm pushing through! i've been trying out lots of different mediums and actually using my sketchbooks and just generally trying to introduce more fun into the process and stop being so hard on myself all the time. i picked up crocheting for a bit. at this point i haven't touched it in so long i probably forgot how to do it but... maybe one day i'll make a blanket or smth I started journalling (relatively) regularly for a bit. i was feeling really down at several points throughout the year and i thought having daily entries would help combat the feeling like every day was just absolute shit. on the contrary, the majority of days are good--at worst mundane--the bad ones just tend to stick out more. trying to get back into reading again... i miss doing it for leisure and taking notes bc i want to and not because i have a 300 annotation school assignment :P and a whole bunch of other stuff probably but it's hard to remember every single thing that's been on my mind for 16 months lol

⭐what will i be doing / where can you find me now?

i'm hoping to start a webtoon/build up art socials in the new year as a part of my "reconnecting to art" process. i made some art socials @kbearie-art here and @/kbearie_art on insta, youtube, tiktok, and twitter; they're empty for now though bc i got scared the minute i made them and never posted anything -.- but i'll be real with you... twitter is a cesspool, and im not fond of tiktok so i think tumblr, insta and youtube will probably be where i'll dedicate my time i've been thinking about getting back into posting videos on youtube again just in general. in fact this thought was the final push for me to make this post bc i was like... if i post a video out of the blue with no word to simblr that would be fked up XD i play games all the time and i had such a fun time recording, learning to edit and stuff that i think i'd like to pursue that further. i wouldn't be doing sims related stuff though bc...well... i don't play anymore XD but other games ya know. my other youtube is kspice (the same place with my tutorials, speed edits, the acnh vid, etc.) if you'd be interested in that

and i guess that's pretty much it!

again, for at least the next couple of days i'll probably actively have my eyes on this post/simblr in general (and i am gonna clear out my inbox hopefully) so if you have questions i'd ask em quickly before i go back into hiding XD

thanks again, i love you guys, free palestine, and have a good new year! 🍉⭐💖

#now...#is it extra if i change my theme right before i leave for an indefinite period of time?#...#it's never stopped me before!#also i hate this knock-off twitter layout i wanna burn it all down #why can't i put a real line in my text posts anymore i--#i take it all back #the tumblr changes are the reason i'm on hiatus #>:|#kspice.text

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dnftopia · 12 days

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transcription of dream's private twitter update rant [april 17 2024, parts 1-4]

yo yo yo, quick update. um, i saw -- i saw a reddit post which is why i'm doing this actually, someone said, "why does dream keep doing this?" um, so i just wanna explain something and then, hopefully, uh -- have some understanding, but also just some... clarity.

um, so i've been working on a massive project for over a year now, at this point, um, and i've shared some of it, i did a short where i used some of the technology, i guess -- essentially, in january, but i've been working on it for far longer than that. um, it's something that i'm extremely passionate about and as time has kinda gone on i've been spending more and more time on it.

um, and literally when i say in the last few months i have not left my house, i mean i have not left my house. i mean, i've been doing nothing other but work. i've spent so much time coding everyday, i've spent time learning new things, i've spent a lot of time testing, and -- and coming up with new ideas, and you know. tons of new stuff, obviously it doesnt really mean anything if you don't actually put anything out, i havent put anything out for a very long time, but i will say the reason i've done that is because i want to start uploading when i can upload a bunch, um, and i want it to be awesome obviously, but i also want to be able to just be like, "hey, i'm uploading, and i'm also uploading once every week, or once every two weeks, or once-- twice a month, whatever."

and i don't just mean videos, i also mean shorts, and making content as frequent as i can. Because i want it to be like, "hey, i'm coming back, and i'm going to be like, active now." u, so, if you believe that's the case, and i'm not just making excuses, you should understand that it is just getting to that point. i'm a bit of a perfectionist and it'll never be perfect, so i've-- i've set a lot of deadlines to myself, and then also to other people.

and then what happens is we find something -- there's something, i go to go record, or we go to do something, and then it's just something that we had never gotten to that point before, so we didn't see that issue, or didn't see that thing that was happening in that moment.

so like, as an example, we literally got together we're recording the first video using -- uh, the full complete everything with this. i don't know, a while ago. we're like, "sweet", went to go record, and then discovered something because we had never actually recorded with it, we'd only done like, tests and so and so forth.

we discovered something! and i was like, "oh shit," and that became a whole thing that took forever to, you know, that changed a bunch of stuff and took forever to go around. and then like, while we were doing stuff on that, it was like, now we're working on -- we're working on other things while we have this time, and any downtime i have, i'm gonna spend it on this thing.

um. and then while i was -- the most recent delay on some stuff was, while i was in one of those downtimes, where i was waiting on people or i was working on fixing an issue, um, i found something cool! where i was like, "oh shit," i should explore this. explored it, and then the other issue's fixed, and then it's like, "well, let me finish this thing, because, this thing's actually -- it's gonna add to it in this way, or um, uh, whatever.

so essentially, there's been a lot of additive stuff, but there's also been a lot of planning and of course it doesn't help that. um, some stuff happened, in the middle of it, which did occupy a lot of time and energy and stuff. and also, i -- i don't -- i don't like throwing this in here, because it is more personal, and you know -- it -- it's not, i don't like including this in an excuse for --

[laughing] okay never mind i changed my mind on that last part! so i just paused the mic, and i decided, whatever you can just have that -- that left out. um, but yeah anyway! some stuff will come soon, it'll be awesome, i'm sick of kinda hyping stuff up. but it has been -- there's been multiple times where i'm like, "okay, i'm uploading this weekend," because it's done, it's ready to go, and then we go to record -- we hit a new, after we passed that previous point, where i'm like, "okay, i'm confident we're getting something out." um, i'll tweet about it or do something because i'm excited. because i'm just like, "oh my god, this is awesome! finally! holy shit! we can go!" so i'll tweet about it, and then i'll look like an idiot, because we -- we'll just -- jsut pass that point, there's another roadblock.

So -- so yeah. i guess there's -- my little rant's over, that's the best update i can give, all i can say is that, and i'll also say that i-- it's kinda cool for you guys to see stuff grow with me, and change, and see uh, the content evolve -- [squeaking noise] -- that was my chair, that was. Um, [laughs].

so, it's not like uh -- a lot of people will say like "oh, just -- you can just post anything we don't care!" but it's like, -- yeah, but it's like i love this. i love this. and i don't mean this, i just mean, like -- making content. i love it. i love it. it is my favourite thing in the world to sit down, come up with an idea, do everything in my power to execute it, and then put it out there and see people's reactions. or see how people -- how it affects them, or just see how it changes their day, or makes them smile, or whatever.

it's just creating, just like making things. um, so at the end of the day, a lot of people -- "oh, you can just go play minecraft"-- no! i don't wanna just play minecraft, i don't wanna do that, okay? i've never done that. i've never done that. like, even with manhunt, and -- which just seems so simple -- "oh, you just sat down and played minecraft and had your friends try to stop you". yeah! but, every video, i was looking into editing techniques, and new ways of using music, and new ways of making music, and [sighs]. new -- of -- evolutions of minecraft, and new bugs and glitches, and new-- how to practice, and -- i was evolving as a player

so there was a lot of things i was spending my time on, that was part of the creative process, and i feel like i maxxed out on a lot of those things. that - -that's not -- that exact thing is not fun for me. so what is fun for me is creating new things, and uh - -you know, evolving... the space, and -- anyway.

so i spent a lot of time on it, and as soon as possible i'll have something out. i've been in -- literally since january i've been in this state of, uh, "hey, this weekend we're gonna put something out." and it's just every week there's something.

eventually there'll be nothing. and when that happens, it'll be awesome. and when i say, "this is so-- whatever, this is so awesome," it's like -- i'm not hyping it up in a way where it's like, "guys, you'll see just one video, and you'll be like, 'holy shit! my life is changed!'" No. that's not what i mean, it's just really cool, and something that i wanna spend the next year... or more doing -- of course other stuff, but also, a lot of stuff with these things that i've done. over the last year.

so, that's why i'm excited. i'm really excited to start uploading, but i'm also excited to share this stuff with you. um, and i'm also just really excited to have something that i'm passionate about, something i'm happy about, that i can be proud of. um, and that i -- that i can, you know, that's unique and that i can make content on. because manhunt, that's unique, and i found a unique thing that i came up with, and i, you know, i did a lot of stuff with it.

and that's what i love. it's just -- making new things, um, and then having fun with them. and that's it.

but yeah! i think it's valid, and thats why i've kinda shut up recently [laughs] the last two make me look like an idiot, because i was like, "yes! we're recording! we're fucking doing it! alright i'm tweeting because i'm excited!" and then it kinda backfired. because there was just like, literally we had something that shipped in that day, and then it just didn't work. and i was like, "oh wait, okay, we need a new... item." and so, it's, custom-made and stuff so it took a bit.

that's fixed. so, um, we're working on other stuff. but yeah, there you go, there's some more excuses so you can put that in your excuse list for a bit. but yeah, i'll be uploading soon. peace!

#Meow #dwt #transcript #dreamwastaken #dreamblr

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