#but also i need to be specifically prompted or else idk what to say or won't say

[yuurivoice]

Not to tell you how to do your job or anything, and I don't think it's the audience's place to give suggestions when this is YOUR profession, it's just a small idea that occured to me.

But maybe in the upcoming Auron audio you could add a little note on the screen saying that new Auron content is coming soon, and then like do the same with future compilation videos, since they tend to do so well!! Like to let people know that if they like the characters, this is not where the story ends at all and they should stick around. I say this mainly cause I remember you once talked about how the major numbers on the Finn compilation didn't translate to a major increase in subscribers. Really hope this didn't come off as rude, I just think maybe if people think the compilations are the ENTIRE story it might not occur to them to subscribe!

It also might yield no results at all, idk. I just remember I didn't subscribe until multipleeee videos had been recommended to me over MONTHS, mainly because I had no idea that there was a story to be followed.

I've written like three different responses to this but as I yap on I get new conclusions and ideas. This is v3 of my answer lmfao.

Preface: People don't pay attention to shit and unless you are clever or use a hammer, they do not care. They want the content. ESPECIALLY if they aren't familiar with you. This makes any deliberate Calls to Action run the risk of annoyance rather than making a meaningful impact on conversions.

Bonus note: If a video is scheduled to premiere, there's nothing I can add to it at this point without doing a whole reupload, giving Thoo a bunch of extra work, and all that shit. So that wasn't ever an option anyway.

My approach in this current iteration of how I do things is that rather than slob on somebody's knob begging for a sub, they're encouraged to either watch more videos or go to the homepage. My working hypothesis is that you're actually MORE likely to get a curious viewer to drop by your homepage before they subscribe, because they want to see what else is available.

The most recent changes I made to the channel homepage should make it abundantly clear that there are multiple stories, characters, and styles of content to jump into. Making sure that the homepage is great has probably made a massive difference in that regard, without impacting the videos themselves.

Playlists are horribly underutilized in this niche in particular, and on lots of YouTube channels really. So I made sure to try and nail that down. Still need to get the channel trailer locked in but tbh I don't know how effective those really are in 2024.

All of that being said, a ~15 second welcome intro at the start that explains what the compilation is and invites viewers to sub/explore the playlists would probably be the easiest way to accomplish that without intruding on the listening/viewing experience in a way that feels desperate or pander-y. That in conjunction with the end screen prompt would probably be the easiest way to do it.

I don't feel like that immediately turns massive hit videos into untapped wells of subscribers that I missed out on, it could help contextualize things a little more and who knows, maybe it WOULD be a big deal. Hard to say!

The context for me not immediately being like OH IT'S A SLAM DUNK HOW DID I NOT THINK OF THIS is because I run a very lucrative business converting viewers to patrons and I have very minimal in-video notes about hearing the spicy bits on Patreon. People often figure things out for themselves if they're motivated enough, and you run the risk of chasing them off if you come across like a desperate ass hoe. lmfao

I appreciate the ask, but also can assure you that I've spent several hours mulling over these very specific issues and I've considered just about every angle. If I had included every little detail and wrinkle of information I was cooking up in the various iterations of this answer it would be a mile long. So trust me. I've thought about it in great detail, have worked with people on it, workshopped things and much more!

Y'all got me yappin' up a storm on here lately. lmfao

[asterias-record-shop]

prompt 6? high school sweethearts. dylan o brian ofc. could u do it where maybe the reader is also an actress or something and they are both celebrities. maybe add in a scene where they are in an interview where someone asks them ab how they met or soemtjing and idk it ends with smut lol

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𓆩♡𓆪 CHARACTER - Dylan O’Brien x Fem! Actress! Fiancée! Reader

𓆩♡𓆪 TYPE - fluff, smut

𓆩♡𓆪 WORD COUNT - 2.8K

𓆩♡𓆪 SUMMARY - You and Dylan had been together since he was shooting YouTube videos, and even replaced Holland as Lydia in Teen Wolf after a family emergency, and had been his partner in every film he shot from American Assassin to Love and Monsters to The Outfit. Besides, who could have better chemistry with Dylan than you?

𓆩♡𓆪 STORY WARNINGS - cursing & foul language || Drew Barrymore is now interviewing you and Dylan || nvm I saw an opportunity and took it, you didn’t make it to the interview || smut warnings include hickies, fingering, semi-public sex, car sex, oral, raw sex, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, creampie

“Dylan, we have the interview soon!” You yelled out as you slipped on your dress. You were careful choosing this one out, especially because Drew sent you both a pretty fruit basket and you were insanely excited to talk to her.

“I know!” He yelled out, walking out of the restroom with a towel around his waist and his face cleanly shaven. His hazel eyes were bright as they stared at you smooth the sides of your red dress, the perfect color that suited you amazingly and one he could never look away from. “You look so amazing.”

You paused as you started to put the gold and garnet earrings he got for you as a monthly anniversary present. “Thanks, baby.”

He smiled widely as he walked over, the towel around his waist falling slightly with every step as he came behind you. He was about to press his chest to your back before you glared at him through the mirror.

“If you get this dress wet, we’re going to have problems.” You threaten playfully making him hum as he takes the earring from you and slips it into your ear.

He mumbled, rubbing his hands against your hips after officially securing it on the lobe of your ear. “I’m trying to be romantical here.”

You giggle, ignoring your own words and leaning back into his chest. “There’s ways of being romantical without getting me wet.”

He grinned, his fingers slowly trailing down your thighs. “But making you wet is my specialty, angel cakes.”

You giggled at the nickname, stroking his hair. “Angel cakes? That’s a new one.”

“Got it from our friend MC Mikey,” he grinned at you through the mirror. “Y’know, in Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles?”

You giggle, nodding. “I remember. I like it.”

“Do you now?” His hands slipped underneath your red dress, rubbing at your thighs as he hummed against your neck. “What else do you like?”

“I think I liked the blond,” you say, pushing your hands through his now grown out brown hair. “But I do like you clean shaven.”

He smiled, nodding. “Maybe I’ll go blond again for you,” his fingers slowly pulled up your dress, letting you watch him through the mirror as he let his fingers graze your slit up and down slowly. “Whatever you want me to do, angel cakes.”

You groaned as you tilted your head back, humming as his finger softly trailed over your underwear that you wore specifically not to leave any panty-lines on the dress. You leaned your head back against his shoulder, ignoring the slight wetness that settled on your back that would definitely mean that you’d have to change your dress, which was a shame because you really liked it.

“You need to calm down, Dylan,” you whisper, holding back a whimper as he dipped his fingers into your underwear and his mouth sucked against your neck. “D-Don’t leave hickeys, Dylan, I won’t be able to cover them up.”

“You don’t have to,” he mumbled, humming against your skin. “I like it when people can see them.”

You gasped, knowing you wouldn’t be able to stop him, so you hummed with a slight nod. “Just not too many, alright? And not too dark.”

“Whatever you say, angel cakes.”

You giggled as he pushed his fingers through your wet slit, his mouth wide and sucking against your skin as your hands tightly held his wrists, whimpers falling from your mouth as you leaned back into him, gasping. “Y-You need… you need to change, Dylan.”

“Do I have a red suit to match your dress?”

“Y-Yeah, i-it’s Valentino,” you whisper, whimpering. “K-Kinda like the one Pedro wore for the Met Gala, just with pants.”

He laughed, his mouth sucking on your earlobe. “What if we’re just a little late?”

“No, Dylan, she sent us a fruit basket!”

“Fuck her fruit basket,” he basically growled, groaning as he bucked his hips up into you. “Tell me what you chose me to wear, angel cakes.”

“Th-The red oversized coat… red button down, black Valentino tie and some slacks,” you groaned as his thumb slid over your clit, rolling the sensitive bud between two fingers before his mouth pressed to your jaw. “Fuck, Dylan.”

“Who are you imagining wearing that suit, huh baby? Me or Pedro, I know you’ve had a crush on him since Narcos,” he teased you, his tongue peeking out as you groaned. “Me or Pedro, angel cakes?”

You hold his jaw, delicately grazing your teeth over his mole as he groans. “Definitely Pedro.”

You both laughed loudly as he took out his fingers from your panties, a squeal echoing off of the walls from your mouth as he pushed them in between his lips and walked to the walk-in closet. “Are you going to change, baby?!”

“No!” You yelled back, fixing your dress and checking that a wet spot wasn't peeking through. “It’ll dry by the time we get there!”

You put on the gold choker you bought and a gold and diamond bracelet with Dylan’s initials engraved on the nameplate on your wrist, fixing your engagement ring and his rope chain that you had been wearing the past few days. You loved stealing his jewelry, but it’s more like the two of you swapped because as soon as he walked out of the closet dressed like a fucking god with some combat boots on to match Pedro’s, he slipped on a small gold hoop onto the helix of his right ear because of the lack of a needle.

You hummed as you grabbed a stack of hoops from your jewelry box, coming next to him as you kissed his cheek softly, sliding the stack onto the lower area of his helix on his other ear. “I was imagining you, Dylan,” you whisper with a firm tug to his thigh. “I’m always imagining you, baby.”

He smiled at you, holding your cheek with a firm hand and pressing another kiss to your lips. “Well then, we have another thing in common, baby.”

You giggled as he held your hip, guiding you out of the room and down the stairs.

“If your dress isn’t dry by the time we get there, I’ll give you my jacket, okay?”

You hummed, smiling as you both walked out of your home and he helped you into the SUV, quickly sliding into the car and putting his arm around you. “How are we doing on time, angel cakes?”

“We’re running a little late, but not by much. When we get there, we should just have enough time to be fitted with mics and then go on air,” you say, leaning forward to look at your reflection in the rearview mirror. “Dylan! You left, like, a dozen!”

“I left four!” He said, laughing as you started tugging on his jacket. “What, you’re that eager? Mycroft, put up the privacy screen!”

“What? No, no Mycroft, don’t do that!” You yell, your driver laughing as you groan. “I need to cover them up because you’re acting like a fucking vampire and leaving hickies all over me!”

“Here, I’ll give it to you when we get there, alright?” He whispers, pressing firm kisses to your neck as you roll your eyes playfully. “But we still have like fifteen minutes until we get there, angel cakes. Why don’t you put that pretty mouth to use for something else, hm? Repay me for earlier?”

You glared at him, but looked at Mycroft through the mirror. “Will you put the privacy screen up, please Mycroft?”

“Whatever you say, Ms. Y/N.” He reached forward, slowly pushing the button to make the privacy screen go up and a deep sigh left your mouth.

“We have half an hour, maybe more, Dylan,” you say, a smile on your face as you slowly take off your seatbelt. You could feel Mycroft slow down as you kneeled on the seat, slowly unzipping his slacks after unbuttoning them. It didn’t surprise you when his cock immediately bulged through his underwear, a hum leaving your mouth as you licked over the fabric. “Why am I not surprised?”

He groaned loudly, hips bucking as you hushed him softly. “Fuck, Y/N.”

“Careful, darling,” you whispered, humming with another soft lick to the growing wet patch on his black briefs. “Our windows might be tinted and the privacy screen might be up, but nothing muffles how loud you’re going to be.”

You giggled as he groaned out, holding the back of your head with a hand covered in golden rings. He hissed as you pulled out his cock, head rolling back as you pumped him slowly just how he liked it, slowly and tightly. Your hand barely went around his girth, your mouth sucking loudly against his pretty tip before licking down the bottom of his shaft.

You could feel his cock pulse in your mouth, pulling him farther down your throat as his hand held your butt, rubbing and pushing into your cunt. Your eyes rolled back as his fingertips circle the rim of your entrance, warm and clenching around nothing so desperately.

You couldn't even focus on his cock, choking and gagging around his length as he pulled his fingers away and pushed them into his mouth. His other hand held your waist tightly, his mouth kissing against your shoulder as he leaned down and pushed a finger into you slowly. Your eyes rolled back as you bobbed your head, pumping your hands as he slowly pushed in and out of your cunt.

You pulled away for a second, gasping for air as he thrusted his fingers in and out of you, teasingly pushing another into your cunt. You basically mewled as both of his fingers pushed in and out, in and out, a steady rhythm you couldn’t stop thinking about as you relax your jaw and bobbed your head around the tip of his cock, pulling it to the back of your throat as you hollow your cheeks around it.

He groaned loudly against your shoulder, your mouth enclosed around his length as his other hand held the back of your head and pressed kisses to your shoulder. “Just like that baby, just like that. Fuck, you’re doing so good.”

You hummed around his length, thighs shaking as he twisted his fingers inside of you and another circled around your cunt, slowly pushing in another finger that made your cunt clench and a loud moan fell from your lips. “Who’s being loud now, hm? Your cunt is clenching more than usual, are you about to cum?”

You whined, humming around his length as you pulled away, nodding. “Yes! Yes, I am, fuck!”

He groaned as his mouth sucked against your shoulder, leaving another hickey in your skin as you pulled his cock into your mouth, a feeling of emptiness settling in the pit of your stomach as he pulled his fingers out of you, his mouth leaving a blaze of warmth wherever he went and a shudder run down your spine as he bucked his hips.

Your eyes rolled back, a loud groan falling from your mouth making him choke and push you down until your mouth was fully enveloping his cock and giving him a chance to come undone underneath you. You hummed as you continued to bob your head, pulling away just enough so that his cum flooded your mouth.

You pulled away, swallowing as he grinned down at you, his cock still hard. “You know damn well that getting me off once does nothing.”

You giggled as you slowly pushed yourself over his cock, humming as you held his shoulders. “I know.”

He smiled as you slowly held his shaft, hissing as you slowly sank onto his cock, your head tilting back as he held your hips. He pressed soft kisses to your jaw, humming as his fingers dug into the fabric of your dress, his mouth leaving more heat onto your skin which already felt like it was on fire. “Dy-Dylan, I want to take it off,” you whispered, whining. “Take off my dress.”

He smiled, laughing slightly as he held the hem of your dress. “It’s going to take a minute to put it on again, my darling. Are you sure you want to take it off?”

You whined, rolling your hips as he groaned underneath you. “I-It’s just so hot, it’s so fucking hot.”

“I know baby, but I don’t want you stressed out when we get there,” his fingers held your waist, your hips rolling as he slowly took off his seatbelt. “Do you want me to tell Mycroft to turn up the AC?”

You thought about it for a minute, but shook your head. You always got hot whenever he fucked you, or was about to fuck you, his hips strong as he began to thrust. “N-No, just keep fucking me, don’t stop.”

He hummed into your ear, grunting as he held your hips and his mouth attached to the same hickies he had made earlier. “Remember the first time I had you like this? Fucked you in the backseat whenever that stupid movie was playing in the football field, they were trying to take us back to the 80s or some shit?”

You groaned loudly, his mouth making your mind hazy as you bucked your hips into his. “Yeah, I remember. It had to be like our… What, fourth time having sex? You were so desperate.”

“Who’s desperate now, hm?” He says, leaning back and fixing your legs around his waist and grunting as he positioned your hips a little higher, leaning down to press his wet lips to yours. “I know your body gets all hot when you’re desperate. Like you want to cum. You’re desperate, aren’t you? You want to cum again?”

You whined, nodding. “Y-Yes,” your fingers ran over his clothed chest, your head lulling up and down in a pathetic nod. “I want you to fuck me harder, Dylan.”

“Do you?” He teased, groaning as he leaned forward as he pressed kisses to your lips. “I will, I’ll do whatever you want.”

You laughed, pulling his face into your neck. “You’re still so fucking desperate.”

He laughed, his nose nuzzling into your neck as his hips moved faster, just like you wanted him to. He groaned, his mouth still pushing against the same hickies that he had made earlier, his fingers pushing down to rub firm circles into your clit. His cock was pounding into you making your stomach twist and turn, tightening as your walls would clamp down onto his shaft, his broken moans filling the back seats along with the wet squelching of your cunt and the slaps of skin against skin.

“I might be desperate,” he grunted, his mouth quickly finding yours to kiss and push his tongue into your mouth, groaning loudly. “But you’re one fucking worthy person to be desperate for. The most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen, falling in love with you quicker than a bitch could say ‘fuck’.”

You laughed as he pulled you closer, his other hand pushing into your hair to pull you in for another kiss, his teeth grazing your lips that were painted with lipstick and his tongue pushing into your mouth making a loud groan leaving your mouth. That combined with the strong thrusts of his hips, his cock imminently and repeatedly ramming into you made your stomach tighten and your nails dig into his back.

His hips slam into you, a loud groan falling from his lips as he choked against your lips, pulling away to inhale deeply. “F-Fuck, I think I made a mess.”

You hummed, feeling his cum flood into your stomach as you run your fingers through his hair before a soft tap on the privacy screen makes both of you stiffen. “We’re here!”

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[nian-7]

hii hii, uhh I'm kinda new here so feeling a little shy...but I want to try when I saw your emoji prompts! Hopefully I'm not too late? Can I ask for 💐 ,🌧️ & ❤️ prompts with wriothesley, alhaitham, furina and hu tao?

Feel free to ignore this if not but still thank you for taking your time with my silly ask in advance!! <33

~ yue | modmizuki

hi! no need to be shy, i was actually looking at your angst & yandere alphabet not too long ago! hope you enjoy!

Alhaitham, Furina, Hu Tao x gn!reader

✧❤️, 💐, 🌧️

✧fluff, havent played genshin in a while so possible ooc furina left wrio out because i haven't played so idk anything about him..

❤️ - how do they subtly say 'i love you’?

-Does it through showing you attention because he usually seems very aloof and so by showing you specifically some attention, Alhaitham is subtly telling you that he cares about you.

-Even though this attention might just be him listening to you ramble about something for longer than 10 minutes, it means a lot. His actions are louder than his words will ever be in the relationship.

-Also moving you to the other side of him when something possibly dangerous is happening on the side of the street that you're on. He just wants to be able to protect you from it if it becomes a problem.

💐 - what romantic acts will they do for their s/o?

-He loves to cuddle up to you in a dim room lit by candle light and read a good book. It's romantic enough to him and he doesn't mind if you read along with him or just fall asleep.

-Alhaitham will also get you flowers randomly and put them in a vase in your room. He doesn't leave a note or anything but you always know they're from him.

🌧️ - how do they spend rainy/snowy days with you?

-Inside with a good book (if you like to read that is). Or just napping if that's what you'd prefer. If you specifically wanted to spend time with him on a rainy day then he might just set aside his work.

-You both finish at least one book or, maybe just he does if you end up falling asleep. He doesn't really know too many activities you both can do so it'd be up to you to think up some.

❤️ - how do they subtly say 'i love you’?

-By giving you special sort of treatment. She gives you special or well, different treatment than anyone else. She loves to have you all to herself and it's obvious.

-She isn't as dramatic around you as she is with many others and will only do so when she feels you're not giving her enough attention. It's not subtle that she does want you to look only her way sometimes.

💐 - what romantic acts will they do for their s/o?

-Furina isn't particularly a romantic person and so it'll be very rare to have any sort of romantic act happen that's coming from her. She's not really sure how to 'do' romance.

-Closest thing you'll get is likely her taking your hand and kissing your knuckles with a loving look in her eyes. She'll deny anything you say about it afterwards, not wanting to feel flustered.

🌧️ - how do they spend rainy/snowy days with you?

-She stays inside and clings onto you the whole day. There's no reason to go outside while it's pouring rain so you should just stay inside with her!

-Maybe you'll go somewhere to watch a play or something similar but she'd really rather stay inside. It gives her an excuse to stay and cling onto you and so that you give her attention!

❤️ - how do they subtly say 'i love you’?

-Through her actions, it'll be easy to tell that she loves you. She's always brushing up against you and touching you in whatever way she likes.

-With this, it's how she shows that she cares about you and how she gets her point across with it. She likes to dance around saying it straight up so this works better for her.

-Wrapping an arm around your should or hugging you from behind when she sees you on the streets of Liyue just shows that she loves you a lot and always wants to be right up against you!

💐 - what romantic acts will they do for their s/o?

-Romantic acts from Hu Tao will be out of the blue and when you least expect one. She thinks it's more fun this way, keeping you on your toes!

-It's partly an excuse for her because she's actually bad at thinking of something romantic to do with you...

-But, she still tries her hardest! Maybe getting a few silk flowers and giving them to you to put in your home to remind you of her. It's probably the most romantic thing she could think of and even then it's pretty light hearted.

🌧️ - how do they spend rainy/snowy days with you?

-It likely doesn't snow in Liyue but, when it rains you both usually stay inside as to not get soaked. Hu Tao prefers to play games with you if she's able to!

-Board games, card games, etc etc. Whatever you both can think of, you'll play it. She thinks it's a good way to pass the time and it's fun! Maybe even inviting Zhongli if you both feel like explaining the rules to him.

-If you do decide to go out in the rain, it'd only be for a little bit and when it's not raining too hard. She'll splash in some puddles, getting you even more wet when she does. You both will be going back inside shivering...

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[sapphim]

speaking of varric's nicknames, doesn't he outright admit in banter with merrill that he only ever calls people by their nicknames to annoy them? or at least, he admits to calling isabela "rivani" to annoy her specifically? i just thought his tendency toward nicknames was merely his love for being the world's most annoying dwarf, or something.

Oh 100% the annoyance factor is real and true and shouldn't be dismissed. Like, what's the explanation for "Junior", besides that Carver is easy to get a rise out of and Varric is, at heart, an obnoxious little troll? But I don't think it's as simple as a broad "he's doing this to be annoying" all the way across the board. Like, conversely, where's the annoyance factor in how he addrresses "Sunshine"?

Hell, Aveline and Hawke both give Varric shit about not being given a cute nickname. Can't win! Also an indication that the annoyance factor of nicknames is specific and/or individual, and not all-inclusive. (Although Aveline is absolutely just complaining to complain. Again, can't win, grass is greener, etc.)

Aveline: Blondie, Sunshine, Daisy, Rivaini… what am I? Varric: Beg your pardon? Aveline: You don’t call anyone by name except for me. Where’s my nickname? ... Varric: Haven’t thought of a good one yet. What do you think of “Red”? Aveline: Too common.

That said, Varric's near obsessive avoidance of given names does prompt open annoyance from certain companions. Notably not Isabela (or even Carver, that I know of, though Carver gets annoyed about pretty much everything else Varric says, so). Fenris probably grouses about it most often, which is fair, considering. Anders, Fenris, and Merrill all get into it with him in some content cut from Varric's romance reaction conversation.

Varric: You and Whatshisname, that mage, seem to be getting pretty close. Anders: You’d think after three years the dwarf would learn my name. And I’m standing right here! Varric: Right, I see you there, Blondie. Don’t worry.

I love pretty much all of those reactions, except, I kind of really personally hate Merrill's bit?

Merrill: For the hundredth time, my name is not “Daisy!” And I’m right here, you oaf! Hawke: You’re just encouraging him, you know. He’s doing it on purpose to make you squirm. Varric: It’s true. I only do it because I love the way the points of your ears turn red when you get mad.

I just don't believe, given the whole sum of their interactions throughout the game, that Merrill has spent the last three years believing that Varric is being an oaf and getting upset about being called Daisy. Some people like this bit too, idk. Me, I don't buy it!

And at this point it's worthwhile to delve into Varric's development as a character. Gaider has said that Varric was originally supposed to be an "untrustworthy," "sleazy, slimeball" kind of guy, but that as development went on they found they "needed a character that stood up for you with all the opposing personalities in the party." He's more recently described Varric as "that 'slimy car salesman' character we'd planned."

Gaider has also said it's the case that, because development time on DAII was so insanely short, that "Everything was going to be a first draft... A lot of what we’re putting out is going to be raw. We’re not going to get the editing we need. We’re not going to get the kind of iteration we need."

So, all right, here's my extremely tagential onion, that was not asked for? I got a bit of a bug up my butt about the exchange above and a related one in Varric's rivalry path where he says "Don't call Daisy an ogre! You'll make her cry." Because they are just, kind of stand-out odd lines, to me. And so I checked to see when various lines of dialogue were written. We can do this! Every line of dialogue, when it's saved to the talktable, is saved with an ID number (the string reference), and they're saved in chronological order. If a line of dialogue is completely rewritten in a later revision, this number won't reflect that, but we also know that DAII did not have development time to allot for major revisions. So.

Here's what was written first, for Varric's dialogue: Act 1, Questions and Answers. Act 1, A Business Discussion. Act 1, his introduction. Act 2, Friendly Concern. And then so on and so forth etc. Mostly chronological order. Both of Anders' "whatshisname, that mage"s are comparatively early lines. But the banter, which is where a lot of defining character interactions take place, were all written fairly late in development, kind of in one big lump, after the vast, vast majority of Varric's general quest dialogue.

And that's interesting, right? You can kind of see echoes of Varric's concept drifting over time away from grimy car salesman toward your friendly neighborhood friendbuddyguy. You could even kind of read it as (not entirely intentional) organic character development over time, if things didn't get kind of muddled between acts which are, after all, supposed to take place three years apart, not that they really had the dev time to really nail that down and make you feel it.

Anyway! Sorry! Tangent! Circling back to the banter in question!

Merrill: Do you ever miss her? Varric: Isabela? Of course I do. Merrill: You called her by her name. I’ve never heard you do that before. Varric: No fun in calling her Rivaini if she’s not here to be annoyed by it.

It's interesting! Because like, first of all, it's wrong. Varric calls Isabela by her given name more regularly than he does any other companion, including Aveline (who he has not even given a nickname to). So, clearly Merrill's not been paying attention. (Not that I expect Kirby to have like kept a tally while writing Varric's dialogue lmao I just think it's funny.)

Secondly, he's deflecting. Because he misses her! He misses herrrrrr. He's a softyyyyyy. The two of them really got on. And, he's deflecting.

(Thirdly, if he is only deflecting, and not both deflecting and lying through his lying teeth: does him calling Isabela by her name fairly regularly mean that he only wants to annoy her sometimes? As opposed to, say, Carver and Fenris and Sebastian, who he is more than happy to needle all of the time constantly? I could see it tbh.)

Although, again, if Isabela is annoyed—and she would not be wrong to be! albeit she is an inveterate nicknamer herself—she's playing it pretty close to her chest.

Isabela: You’ve a nickname for everyone. Varric: That’s true. Rivaini. Isabela: But everyone just calls you Varric. That’s hardly fair.

Which is to say! Yes! Varric is the world's most annoying dwarf, and he loves it. But I think there's ~nuance~ as well as a lot of room for interpretation!

[askanautistic]

Hi!

I don't know for sure if he's autistic, but my partner seems to have some signs of alexithymia..?

Idk, when he's with me, he's amazing & caring & sweet, but he forgets about me when he's gone. Largely, it's because texting can be a lot for him, & he forgets about his phone. I believe him, but I haven't heard of it before? Is it a thing that you can love someone but just... don't think about them all the time? Am I just a hopeless romantic lol

He also rarely says things like 'I love you' or 'i miss you', unless prompted; he doesnt do romantic things for me; he needs time away from me after a day or so (where i could spend weeks on end with him); he needs time alone to figure out why something bothers him, etc. I feel like with most partners, I would assume he just wasn't really interested, but then other things he does really contradict that (like being thoughtful with gifts, listening when i need to talk, thinking about my feelings, etc.). It's confusing.

I wish he'd be more vocal about his feelings & I'm sure he would if i asked, but I'd feel like an asshole if that's just who he is. I don't want him to think anything is wrong with him 😕

I'm not really sure why you think he might be autistic or has alexithymia based on *these things* specifically... Without knowing the full details of your relationship, it sounds a lot like he's very attentive when you're together. And when you're apart he's paying attention to other things. Which, unless it is very extreme, or if you spend a lot of time apart and so do rely on there being some communication and contact during those times, sounds quite balanced! Life is made up of lots of elements, and it would be quite difficult to function at school or work or when doing any activity if someone was constantly thinking about their partner all the time. How expressive people are with their partners can also be influenced by culture or socialisation. Different families communicate in different ways or might be more or less comfortable with talking about big issues. Some people are more likely to be very expressive and some aren't. Some people need reassurance more than others. Some people are much better face to face at expressing themselves or showing affection, and some people can be better at communicating from a distance (so might be more likely to share memes or text a loved one, or get into deeper conversations via text/messaging, but might seem more standoffish in person!). Introverts often need time to themselves to decompress, process, etc. and just because that's how introverts reenergise. Whereas extroverts tend to need to be around people, so don't always understand that need for regular alone time. Whatever the case is, however, it's okay to let your partner know what you like/need in a relationship. It doesn't have to be framed in a way that undermines or criticises the other person. Sometimes it's not that someone is too much, or that someone isn't being expressive enough, it's just that you have conflicting needs or preferences. So it would be okay to say, 'I really like it when you tell me you love me every day and would like for you to say it more often if you would be comfortable doing so.' It would also be okay to ask him what he experiences. Or to let him know that you interpret behaviours a certain way and would like to know whether you're right or not (if you think when he doesn't say it it's because he doesn't feel it or doesn't know if he feels it, then he can let you know whether he does feel it but doesn't think it necessary to say, or whatever else the case may be). I've known NT people who just tend not to use their phones much, who can lose their phone and won't rush to replace it even though it makes it hard to contact them, who don't have or use social media, etc. Or who *do* use their phones a lot but often don't reply to things immediately because they're also very busy people, working, socialising, etc. and sometimes need to dedicate their attention to other things and other people. So it's definitely not exclusively an ND thing... But, if your partner *is* ND, it is also quite common for ND people to experience these things to an even greater extent. It's more often associated with ADHD (but is probably not ADHD exclusive) to experience 'out of sight, out of mind'. Which can apply to objects (and can cause people to do things frequently forget what food is in the cupboard so it goes out of date, or might forget to take medication or to do a task because there's no visual prompt because the implements are somewhere they can't easily be seen). And time blindness. So this can also extend to people - not thinking to message someone because they're not on your mind as much when you're not physically with them, and/or not realising that you haven't heard from or checked in with someone for hours... or days/weeks/months/years. It doesn't mean we don't care about people, and we can be very thoughtful and might show affection in less expected ways, but we might be less consistent or easily distracted or not notice the passing of time so won't feel it as deeply as someone who doesn't have our difficulties.

#ask an autistic #relationships

[frenziedslashers]

How about 31 and Jed sawyer (2017) for the prompt thing? Maybe it’s his first night back with the sawyers after he gets shot and everything? (If this is too specific feel free to scrap it)

I love your writing and I hope you’re doing well <3

Look At Me;;

A/N: So sorry for taking so long on this! I wanted to write a little more than just a Drabble for Jed since I never get to write for him! I love him so much. All versions of Leatherface I am in love with, I swear LMAO Also super glad that you sent this in since I miss writing for the slasher fandom. I'm just super picky with the characters that I wanna write for at certain times if that makes sense? Idk, but thank you bestie 🫶

Pairing: Jedediah Sawer (2017) x Reader

Warnings: Canon Typical Violence, Gore, Blood, Severe Injury, Trauma, Let me know if I need to add anything else!

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Blood.

There was so much of it. Dripping from the side of his face. Pooling in his mouth and exiting through the side of his face. He was almost unrecognizable - hell, if it weren't for Mama saying his name you would have never known it was him. Even without the giant wound on the side of his face. You hadn't seen him since he was ripped from his family. Your family.

You weren't blood-related, but the Sawyers took you in since you were Jed's best friend. The two of you practically did everything together when you were little. A part of Mama hoped that if Jed were to come back. Maybe you would help spark his memory of his family.

Your family was never the best. Your Ma had left you and your Pa when you were little. Your Pa was a drunken fool, drinking himself to death by the time you were 17. The Sawyers were all you had.

The screaming made you flinch as you tended to Jed's wounds. Sure, you were half used to it by now. This wasn't exactly your first rodeo, but you couldn't help but feel so on edge with the state your best friend was in. Plus, the factor is that he might not even remember you. What if he thought you replaced him? What if he hated you for some reason? What if things weren't the same as they were twenty-some years ago?

He stared at you with such a piercing gaze. It made your stomach lurch. Earlier food threatened to come back up with how nervous you felt. "Am I hurtin' you?" You asked with such a soft and fragile voice. If he wasn't in so much shock with everything going on he might've cried at just the sound of it. He missed you. Not a day went by that he didn't think about you.

He shook his head 'no,' while keeping his eyes locked on yours. He stared at you with such a mix of awe and shock. You weren't real, were you? This was just another hallucination of his. Like the many, he had daydreamed in his cell or the lunch hall back at the hospital.

You flinched once more at another loud shout from Drayton and this time Jed reacted.

The man before you reached up to cup the side of your face. Redirecting your gaze to his own like he did so many times when you were both younger. "All eyes on me, that's it, breathe," he used to tell you. He couldn't talk now, but you knew he was thinking it by the way he was looking at you.

"You remember?" You blurted, biting your lip to hide how it threatened to tremble. A wave of emotion after emotion washing over you. Relief, fear, anger, sadness, it was almost too much for you.

He nodded his head, gurgling something that you couldn't comprehend. Shushing him with a soft smile. "Jed, ya gotta rest your mouth. Don't talk," you told him, even against how much you wanted to hear his voice. You wondered how much had it changed since you last heard it. From the deepness of just him humming and muttering you could tell it changed quite a lot. You supposed your own had, too.

"I missed you," you told him. This time a tear did escape. Something about you admitting that you missed him just broke him. A few more tears rolled down his face while he nodded frantically. His hand ran through your hair while his eyes scanned over every inch of your face. It was almost like he finally realized you were actually here. That you were with him and he actually had you back for once. It was nice not having to pretend that he knew what you looked and sounded like now.

"Jed, honey, yer gift is ready," Mama called, and the both of you departed from one another to meet her in the other room.

----

That night was rough for him and you could tell. Pacing, screaming, crying. He couldn't sleep, and you got to hear it all from the confinements of your own room. It wasn't until you heard something clash that you raced out of your room and towards the basement.

"Jed," you called out as you knocked on his door. Shuffling from inside the room came to a halt and you rocked from foot to foot anxiously.

"Jed," you called out again. Your voice was laced with more worry than before. "Jed, answer me, are you okay?" You spoke, and he could hear the worry in your voice. He ran his hands through his hair with guilt and fear.

Why were you still here? Why were you even talking to him? He was hideous. His face wasn't even his own anymore. It was ripped and jagged. It was as broken as he felt. He wished he could tell you to go away, but nothing other than a distressed grunt left his throat. He couldn't move his jaw without a paralyzing pain shooting through his head.

His startled noise made you frown. Waiting for a few seconds before you finally answered again. “You shouldn’t be alone tonight.”

He couldn't believe what he was hearing. He'd laugh if he could. He hadn't had anyone care like that for him since - well, he couldn't even remember. Since Mama did when he was little, he supposed.

"Look, I just want you to know I'm here for you," you continued, and he took a step closer to the door. "Jed, I never stopped caring about you." Another step. "Even if it has been over a decade, hell, almost two. I never stopped. None of us did, we love you," you prayed he wasn't at the door as you muttered the final bit. "I'll always love you," he was right at the door, though. Eyes wide and watery at the words that left your mouth.

He'd never felt so loved before. He couldn't remember the last time he felt supported by anyone. The nights in the hospital were so long and grim. Bud was the only comfort that he had, and he was ripped from him just like you and his family were so many years before. Just he couldn't get Bud back like he got you all back.

He wished he was someone different, sometimes. That he was just some guy living in the world. Struggling with bills, and maybe a cat or two. With an overworking job that made him want to fall off the face of the earth. Not the crippling disorders that he suffered from daily.

The 'monsters in my head' as he would tell his nurse.

The door opened and you took a step back. Giving yourself room to look at Jed with more space between the both of you. He didn't lift his head to look at you. His eyes fixated on the ground while you both stood there in silence. That was until you broke it.

You took a step closer. Cautiously toeing the ground and watching how he reacted to you getting closer. If you saw any signs of him growing uncomfortable with your presence, you would step further away. You'd leave if he asked. You'd do anything for the man in front of you. All you wanted was to make him feel at home again. For him to finally feel like he's himself and not someone else. Not Jackson, but Jedediah Sawyer.

"Can I come in?" He didn't answer. He only stepped to the side to allow you into the room with him. Shutting the door once you were inside with him.

Your eyes scanned the basement. The broken mirror that you assumed was the source of the noise that had you running down there in the first place. You instinctively headed for the glass to begin picking up the shards so he wouldn't happen to step on them, but he stopped you.

His hand was on your wrist pulling you back. When you turned your head to look at him you finally saw the mask on his face. It was the woman that he killed earlier that night, and you were unsure what to say at first. He let out a muffled noise. He sounded scared, maybe worried? Was he worried you didn't like it? You had to admit, you wished it was someone else's face, but if that's what he liked. Who were you to judge when you've quite literally eaten people before.

"You look beautiful, don't worry," you told him and he seemed to relax. "Maybe you could do my makeup sometime," you half-joked with a smile, but the spark in his eye made you reconsider the joke as a genuine proposition.

The two of you stood there for a moment longer. Eyes anxiously looking around as if to search for words to say. Or actions to do. It had been so long since the two of you had spoken. What was either of you even to say or do?

"Did you want to try and sleep?" You asked, and he sighed. Turned his head towards the bed, then back to you. Shaking his head with a sluggish 'no.' You frowned at that. You pulled your wrist from him in order to put your hand in his. You kept the grip loose in case he wanted to pull away from the action.

He didn't, though. If anything, he wished he had you holding all of him. To be engulfed by you is all he wanted right now.

"Why don't you want to?" You asked, and he looked down. "Bad dreams?" You asked another question, and he nodded a 'yes' this time. "What if I lay down with you?" He peaked up at this. Curious eyes looked over your face as if to see if you were joking around, but all he saw was genuineness. "You like that idea?" You questioned, and reluctantly, he nodded. It sounded amazing to him. At the moment at least.

Jed allowed you to drag him to bed. He felt like you were both eight again. Hanging out in his room while you both sluggishly moved towards the bed on a hot summer day to lay down and take an afternoon nap. All of Jed's chores were done giving him all the time to sleep in that creaky bed. You'd both start out on your back or sides. Soon a tangle of limbs while you both seeked out comfort in one another's touch. Unless it was a particularly hot day. Then you always seemed to be pushing him away from you since even on the hottest of days he always seeked out your touch.

But now you were both grown. You were older, and so was he. The both of you mature. He felt even more awkward now than he ever did as a kid around you. He almost wished he still had some of his boyish-carefree-attitude left. Now he was scared of you, almost. You were even more attractive than he ever remembered you being. Which was saying a lot, since Jed always assumed you were an angel that graced his farm.

When you crawled into the bed you beckoned him to come lay with you. The man stood beside it for a moment. Fidgeting with his hands before he finally climbed in beside you.

His hands were glued to his side. Lying on his back with his eyes fixated on the ceiling. Dragging over each crease and crevice above you. What did you even feel like anymore? Were you as soft as your face was when he held it earlier? He cringed at the thoughts that coursed his brain. Thankful for his mask that hid the blush that swam over his face.

"Jed, you can touch me, you know?" you told him, and he felt his body curling in on itself. He felt like an armadillo. He wished he was one. Able to roll up and hide away in his shell from the embarrassment that was coursing him. This was a mistake, it had to be.

His chest was beginning to heave as he lay there frozen beside you. He felt trapped like his arms and legs were restrained. It was like being trapped in the chairs at the hospital all over again. Jed thrashing and screaming as they shocked him or injected him with only God knows what.

His body began to tremble, whimpering while tears began forming in his eyes. You felt your heart sinking at his reaction. Maybe you were a little too blunt and bold with your words and actions. You should have just left the room after you figured out he was all right.

You sat up to assess him better. A gentle hand was placed on the side of his face while you scanned his eyes with yours. "Jed, look at me," you called out, and he shot up. His head nearly coming to meet your own. An accident that would have you both crying out in pain.

Your hands left his body. Scooting away from him in case he wanted to leave or kick you out. "I can go," you told him, but he shouted a blubber of gibberish while shaking his head. "All right, I'll stay, just breathe, look at me, please." You told him, noticing how he began taking shallower breaths after you spoke. He sat there staring at his hands for a few minutes before he finally looked at you.

"There's my handsome Jed," you told him. Jed eased up at the praise. Bashful eyes darting to the side before he looked back at you. "No one's going to hurt you again, okay?" he only stared at you. He wanted to nod his head and agree, but he was scared that'd be a lie. "I won't let anyone hurt you again, not while I'm alive." you reached out to brush some of the hair from his forehead with slow and careful movements. Smiling at the way his eyes fluttered shut with just the small bit of touch.

You finally laid back down on the bed, reaching out to the other with a small smile. "Wanna try this again?" You hummed, and he nodded. You weren't going anywhere, and hearing you say he was safe seemed to reassure him more than anything else in the world did.

Jed finally laid down. His head rested on your chest while he listened to the steady rhythm of your heart and breathing. He swallowed thickly before allowing himself to relax. His hands holding you while fidgeting with your shirt or the bare skin that they found. Your arm around his torso and the other with your hand playing in his hair had him melting against you. He felt safe. You made him feel safe.

His eyes fell shut. Falling asleep to the feeling of your fingers running through his hair while massaging his scalp. A motion that had him easing into total bliss. The beat of your heart was a lullaby that shushed him to sleep.

He never wanted to be alone again.

#Jedediah Sawyer #Jedediah Sawyer x reader #leatherface #Leatherface x reader #leatherface 2017 #Jedediah Sawyer 2017 #x reader #slasher x reader #slashers #texas chainsaw massacre

[bluewinnerangel]

About Louis about Chicago

I can't help but feel the things Louis says about Chicago have a layered meaning to them (as I feel with most things he says - but among everything he's been saying about the songs on FITF, Chicago feels like an outlier to me. As if there's some need to elaborate in this way while for most other songs it's just idk that pressure isn't there if that makes sense), there's just something between the lines there, and I don't mean this is for us to "figure out", its his alone, I'm just loving him potentially finding ways to say things coming from a deeper place without giving too much (or anything) away. This post got little to do with the meaning of Chicago, its just hey did you notice this too lol that's it. So in bold his quotes about Chicago:

"It is a special song to me and almost not by choice it just is" - it was a necessity to get this out? it's... not by choice it just is. I feel like this quote is bigger than whatever I can think of. (Track-By-Track)

(about Dave Gibson the only co-writer on Chicago getting him: "Sometimes what I find challenging, is I can see the picture or I can hear the song or I can see the concerts in my head and sometimes it’s quite hard to articulate that cause you’ve got such a clear vision in your head and you just want someone else to be able to read your mind, go ‘Yeah that’s what Im talking about!’" - Again (so far) this is the only song on this album where he's making it known as far as i know he had trouble putting what he had in his head into words. This quote is also about Dave understanding him well in general, but talking about Chicago is what prompted him to say this. (Track-By-Track)

Dave Gibson said "I honestly love everything we wrote - but I think Chicago is a really really special record" - again emphasizing this one's more. (Dave Gibson on Twitter)

[when asked about the meaning:] "Yeah, I’m gonna leave that one close to me chest that one. Pretty kind of raw lyric that, that lyric kind of hits you in the heart but nah, I’m not telling you." - the essence here. (Z100 NY)

"even from that first lyric you know I saw you had a baby did you use any names that we liked like that it kind of hits you straight away [compares it to the brashness as he's calling it of Face The Music] but its important obviously to have shade to the line" (it's gotta be "line" but I really hear him say "lie") - this can mean so many things? (Track-By-Track)

"one of those songs [...] I'm referencing my lyrical maturity and its not some i think i could have written on the last record because i think its a concept that i havent necessarily heard before" - again this can mean many things. (Track-By-Track)

but again this "I've personally not heard the concept [of chicago] before" ???? WHAT? Whu- the concept like the casual listen concept is like.. yo we didn't work out. So what is he thinking here. Within his own discography? Is he trying to put emphasis on his song being like super specific and that's what he hasn't heard before? How is he viewing this song that makes him say this. (Track-By-Track)

"It's a very honest [and then immediately:] I will say maybe half of it you know is is imaginative half it based on personal experience [and then immediately:] probably like most songs in reality" - He's really putting it out there that it's "half real autobiographical half imagination" (Track-By-Track)

"But, but I will say, I do have a special relationship with Chicago, like it is, it is I mean yeah its a cool place. I mean I do feel this kind of affiliation to, to Chicago, but mostly it’s half theoretical, imaginative, and half based on real events" - adding mainly because he did put into words there is some affiliation to Chicago, and that the half-theoretical, half real events gets repeated like its apparently important its out there lol. (102.7 KIIS FM)

he keeps calling the song "emotional" - obviously it's deeply emotional but... he's saying this the most about this song by far and then just not elaborating at all. not that i need him too, just stands out to me.

Then there's him agreeing on it being the most pop song on the album, while at many points in this promo run he's been clear on wanting to step away from that, but then here's him wholeheartedly agreeing "DEFINITELY" and absolutely not in a negative way, and ready to elaborate, but unfortunately the interviewer wasn't done and clarifies "it's a nice sort of way to transition from walls into this new album" and he goes "exactly yeah that's kind of how I see it [...] it's not trying to be anything that it's not" which I think is so fascinating? Maybe the most of all in this list? It's making me think he purposefully went poppy on this one because it fits the concept of Chicago? Like he's traveling back in time sonically on purpose? Maybe? (Track-By-Track)

#imma schedule this for later #i dont really like that its got no point really but also its been on my mind and just in them drafts and if i dont post then its there #forever so. for the 2.8 interested individuals this

[paalove]

just reread nothing to lose and i am once again thinking about "pran doesn’t listen to his parents about much, right?" pran doesn't listen to his parents about much... pran doesn't listen to his parents about much... AHHHHH!!!

also thinking about how the week I finished bad buddy I was like PRAN ELLA ENCHANTED AU and just rotating this in my mind along with that concept. idk if you have read ella enchanted but as a possible prompt— a bad buddy, pran cursed with obedience! au

HEY. YOU SENT THIS MONTHS AGO AND I'VE THOUGHT ABOUT IT WEEKLY SINCE. 🥰

first: thank you ily, im glad you like that tiny little au it's one of my favourite pocket-universes <3

second: main fic coming in... hopefully the next couple of weeks? meanwhile here is a scattered little multi-pov intro to the fic i HAVE been calling "ella enpranted" xoxo

...

“Listen to me, Pran,” his mother says.

He does, because she’s his mother, and he does because he has to.

Concern etched into the lines of her face, deep deep worry and upset in her eyes, she orders him, “Stay away from that boy as much as you can,” and Pran will, because he has to.

As much as he can.

…

It’s hard to track him down this week – sometimes Pran gets skittish – but Pat finds him on Wednesday! It’s just been art, and Pat is taking the not-allowed-but-whatever shortcut that goes behind and around the weird little separate building that’s been used for art since they switched where all the languages rooms are, and there-

“Pran!” he calls, running over.

As he does, Pran’s head jerks up and he looks over and his eyes go wide, face startled, but he doesn’t look mad so Pat knows he’s only stashing his books away because he likes an escape route, he’s not mad at Pat.

So, Pat grabs the folder furthest from Pran and picks it up, flipping through and seeing a bunch of physics notes in Pran’s neat handwriting and smooth, black ink, because Pran never seems to have a pen go dry in the middle of writing anything, it’s all so even and careful.

Pran reaches out for it, then his hand freezes like an inch away from it and he says, “Pat, give that back.”

“No,” Pat says, but he’s smiling at Pran and Pran smiles back.

Shaking his head and turning – saying with his shoulders I’m not waiting for you and saying with the half smile but you can follow me if you want, I guess, it’s whatever – Pran says, “I need the folder back at some point.”

“I’ll give it back later,” Pat agrees.

Pran runs off when he doesn’t have something hostage, but he’s never mad about Pat taking his stuff. It’s just a game they play.

…

“Has someone told you to do something you don’t want to?”

She’s genuinely concerned, he knows that.

But she hasn’t ordered him to be honest, so he’s got enough leeway to not say you, Mae, it’s always you, because that would hurt her feelings and it wouldn’t change anything anyway, and Pran instead says, “The teacher assigned us both to be in the band,” and lets her remember all that trial and error, years ago, when they had to figure out how the orders worked.

Pran’s parents know that his too-powerful, too-flighty aunt’s gift was for them, so their orders normally take precedence over anyone else’s; they also know that their later orders take precedence over earlier ones, unless they specifically build something in, like telling him to disregard later ones that contradict the one they’re making right now. This pause is, he’s sure, letting his mother remember telling him to always consider teachers’ orders to outweigh all but a select few of her own.

Of course, most of what Pran’s figured out, he hasn’t told them.

Or even written down.

It’s safer to keep what he knows to himself.

His mother closes her eyes, nods, and says, “I suppose it couldn’t be avoided at that school.”

Pran wishes he had any way of stopping what comes next.

…

Dissaya’s son is honest, kind, and good.

Those are things she knows about him, things that she needs to protect and nourish and help to grow, and things that can’t be poisoned in him the way they were in her. She doesn’t like making him sad, dragging him away from his friends, but Pran is so vulnerable.

Moreso because of the gift.

It made her heart freeze in her chest the first time she saw him on the playground, some smaller child cheering him on, Higher! Higher, and the face of frozen fear on Pran’s face not even slightly getting in the way of how high he was swinging-

She still shudders to think of it.

Her sister-in-law was unrepentant when she called. Of course a gift of obedience doesn’t stop at the walls of their household, she’d laughed, but it’s always going to be stronger for family, isn’t that nice?

It’s not in her nature to yell, really, especially not at her husband’s beloved little sister, but she made an exception that day.

And then she had started to plan.

The idea that her careful planning and careful instructions to Pran haven’t been enough, haven’t kept him safe…

She’s never a coward except when it comes to Pran.

Dissaya sends him away.

…

It’s not written down, not anywhere, but Pran has a list of things he knows to be true about his gift.

His parents’ gift.

If his parents tell him, directly, to do something, he can’t help but do it. There’s no resisting directly, from the second he hears the order he begins to carry it out.

Physically impossible orders are an absolute exception – they arrive at Pran’s ears like normal, non-magical words, just the way a normal sentence works for anyone else on earth. He won’t try to fly if someone tells him to.

If anyone outside his family tells him directly to do something possible, it depends on what his parents have said first, but normally… he has to do it.

Pat telling him to race counts.

Pat whining at him to stop ignoring him also counts.

Pran has some leeway in deciding what counts.

In fact, Pran decides what an order means. He can know his parents meant one thing, but if the actual words they used mean something else… Pran can pick, kind of. Only kind of. He’s been experimenting with those limits for years.

The final part of it, the part that he’s known from the start and can never let himself forget or forgive, is the part that’s least useful and most essential.

8. It’s not a gift.

Because Pran has those old orders – keep yourself safe, don’t hurt others, and always prioritise teachers over other kids – and they make something like a shield, but one that it hurts to hold. The order to ignore other people’s orders no matter what never, never worked.

They must be physically impossible. Or something like that.

#patpran #bad buddy #bad buddy series #robfic

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Thank you for the tags @inexplicablymine @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @littlemisskittentoes !

Idk who else hasn't yet done this so @onthewaytosomewhere and OPEN TAG TO ANYONE WHO WANTS TO DO THIS!

I actually wrote a lot this year! Many of them surprised me. I'm usually an outline writer - I make notes for the stories and then that tells me where to take the story. However, several of these were kind of "let's just write and see where it takes us!"

It got long so here's a cut to save your dash. 💜✍️✍️

Watch it All Unfold (a collection of drabbles)

40 chapters added in 2023 at 100 words each

That's 4,000 words!

Over the course of the entire year; I won't be breaking it out into individual months

February:

Nora and Tu B'Shevat - 1300 words, focused on June/Nora, part of the series Nora and the Holidays. Last year, I was chatting Nora with some other fans and I mentioned that I write Nora celebrating her holidays. Someone commented (half-joking) "Tu B'Shevat fic WHEN??" I replied "When Tu B'Shevat happens!" so I wrote this little fic, dedicated it to them on Ao3, and they haven't read it. Still happy I represented for the trees 🌳 though.

June surprises Nora on her holiday with plans and a gift. Happy new year for the trees!

March:

March Book Club - 2 chapters, total 17,388 words. Rated T. Focuses on Alex/Henry and the Henry-June friendship

working title: henry gay english major

A kid at Henry's shelter inspires him to pick the Little Women series for his book club with June. Meanwhile, Alex is there, by his side, supporting him always, and Henry starts thinking more about their future in all the good ways.

Blanket Fort - 600 words. Rated G.

Alex is anxious during a storm, and so is David. Henry has a late night at the shelter.

July:

of fathers and sons - 7651 words. Rated T. Focuses on Alex/Henry and the relationship between Oscar and Henry.

Henry’s been working on the new LA shelter for months. He’s had countless conference calls with investors, contractors, city council, and more. Now, they’re ready for the final touches before opening, and Henry needs to be hands-on, literally. He knew this time would come, but he hates being away from home. He’s on the phone with his assistant, discussing hotel options, when Alex interrupts. “Why do you need a hotel in LA? My dad lives there. Stay with him. He’d be thrilled to have you there.” Henry stays with Oscar Diaz his father-in-law while he's getting the new LA shelter up-and-running. It's a bit of an adjustment, but it's actually nice. He even picks up a few new skills in the kitchen to show Alex!

October:

June and Weddings  - 1216 words. Rated G. A little something I threw together for June's birthday.

5 weddings June is in + 1 time it's her own

November:

talking about feelings is a sapphic cliche - 1200 words exactly. Rated G. Another one that just happened quickly.

Nora nods. She knows June’s telling the truth, but she also can tell there’s something more. “And?” she prompts. “And,” June continues, a hint of a smile on her face, and Nora knows it’s for her, that June appreciates that she knows her so well. “I’m nervous.” “Okay,” Nora says, shifting so she’s sitting cross-legged across from June on the bed. “Specifics. Let’s hear it. You know how this goes: you tell me what you’re worried about and we’ll talk about it logically.”

December:

Christmas Visit - rated G. 3525 words. This was originally a drabble, and then people demanded more, and it actually worked.

It's Christmas Eve at Kensington. Alex's niece tells him about the ghost she saw the other day. Then, in the middle of the night, Alex sees him too.

Untitled New Year's Eve story - to be posted December 31

Total: 36,889 words over 7 new works + new chapters for 1 existing work. Does not include word count for New Year's story.

#rwrb #red white and royal blue #rwrb fic #adreama writes #fanfic #firstprince

[queerlilchinchin]

Write in Your Style Stream Q&A

Answering the questions posed in the interest form.

If you missed it, here is the announcement post for the streams.

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Question: Does it have to be a full chapter of writing? Fanfiction submission, are they allowed? | Also! Love this idea :D | Are you matching people up based on submissions? or is it a free for all?

Answer: No, it wouldn't be a full chapter of writing. You are literally just rewriting the same thing that's written but in your own way. So if I said "she walked down the street, feeling sweat causing her shirt to stick to her chest; it was a blistery day, just the way she likes it," you could say "it was a steamy day. The kind she liked. The hot sweat that caused her shirt to stick to her body made it extra evident just how warm it was" or however else you would word that little segment of writing.

You're basically just rewriting what's written in your own writing style. It's like Draw in Your Style, but writing. No you wouldn't be paired up. I'm going to be making writing streams where I write a piece and then you all would be doing your writing based off of it. Later down the road, if I have weeks where I'm just not feeling the writing, I may open up to if writers want to submit their writing to use for the streams, but that probably wouldn't be for a little while.

Question: Will you be opening an actual submission thing on here or will we submit through ask? If the submission thing, is there is a tag you would like us to use?

Answer: I have created an actual blog for submitting your stuff to. It will be through submissions. Asks will be reserved for asking questions you may have about the particular stream's prompt or like... questions about the streams in general. The blog I created for all of this is @wiys-streaming. There is not a tag that'll be relevant since I won't be posting the submissions. At least not directly. They'll be read and shown on the streams.

Question: Will we have to be part of the stream? Or are you going to like, read what we wrote when you start the stream?

I actually did answer this in the official announcement post, but I'll answer again anyway. I will be reading them on the stream. I'll start with "these are the submissions from the last stream" and read the submissions along with whatever credit you want (and yes, you can request to remain anonymous if you'd prefer).

Question: How long are the games and streams gonna go on for?

Answer: I'm not sure if you just mean like... will they be an hour vs 30 minutes or if you mean am I going to be running them for months or a year or what, but I imagine they'll likely be closer to like 30-45 minutes. Not super long but not super short. And I'll probably do clips for youtube short and whatnot.

Question: Will the story or paragraph we’ll be re-writing come from you, an already established piece, or from one of the participants?

Answer: To start, me. If I run out of ideas or just need a break, then I may open it up for someone to submit their own writing for specific weeks. Maybe I'll do one month every 6 months where someone can submit their writing. Idk yet. But most of it will be me creating writing specifically for the streams (so it's not like writing from my wips or anything).

Question: I'd be curious as to the timing if we join, if we're submitting/commenting entries how long would we have to do so?

Answer: 2 weeks. I also have been tossing around the idea of having it be a month and having the first week be one prompt and the 3rd week be another and just going back and forth between those to enable writers to have more time, especially with the fact that your writing will be showcased. I'm leaning slightly to the side of the latter option.

Question: I'd like to know if this will be a monthly or weekly thing, or how often this event will happen. Thanks!

Answer: Bi-weekly. 1st and 3rd week of every month. It was originally going to be Tuesdays but as I'm starting a new job but have yet to get my new schedule and I stat the new job the day before I originally planned to start the streams, I'll have to change this. I just don't know what day to yet. :) I'll let you all know as soon as I know.

Question: What do you secifically mean by game/streams? When I post my work what's the process after, if you know what I mean?

Answer: this entire thing is just a stream that's me sharing a piece of short writing I've done and then writers recreating it in their own style. That's the entire thing, so that's what I'm talking about by "streams." I'm sorry, I don't quite understand what you're asking with this one. And there's not really a process. I read the submissions, share them on the stream and that's pretty much the process. The writers don't have to do anything other than write their own rendition of the piece I share and tell me what name they want to have credited and what (singular) website/profile they want linked to (tumblr, ao3, wattpad, fanfiction, etc).

I just wanted to end by saying thank you to all the sweet comments left on the interest form poll. :) there were many really nice comments, including one that almost made me cry because you're so sweet to be concerned that I take care of myself, even if it meant pushing this project back. Thank you guys for being so nice and considerate of me. :)

Anyway! Thank you for your patience and I hope this answered all of your questions. If you have anymore, please send them to my @wiys-streaming blog and I'll edit this post with any additional questions.

WiYS "tag me to everything" taglist: @nerd-in-distress, @jvten, @steh-lar-uh-nuhs (fyi, tumblr won't let me tag your other blog or I would have), @aether-wasteland-s, @mjrino, @cheezyratz, @accountusername, @perasperaadastrawriting, @mrblazeflappybird, @forthesanityofstorytellers, @mangofen, @bigwipscholar, @pluttskutt, @doublegoblin, @crazytechpersonzreal, @sitiart, @ashesinthewritten, @achildweanedonpoison6, @quotidian-oblivion, @world-of-my-imagination, @marmeegle, @alesseia

WiYS "tag me to important stuff" taglist: @distortedwhite, @lyssentome, @ah0yh0y, @grollow, @perlen-gold, @saltysupercomputer, @vshushmshu, @lordkingsmith, @gummybugg, @quisyop, @enne-uni, @cometkov, @shado48, @cryscal, @mary-is-writing, @elizababie, @squintclover, @schmem14, @foursixtwonineoh-pieces-of-lego, @wakkoroni, @author-a-holmes, @uncannyalien

#wiys #questions and answers #q&a #wiys streams #writers of tumblr

[badchoicesworld]

blog guide !!

requests are closed, but feel free to send them in regardless. just expect them to be answered a little later !

this is (for now) an across the spiderverse blog !

please allow me up to a week to write up your asks

characters i write for :

Miguel O’hara

Miles Morales

Miles 42

Hobie (let’s go brit rep)

Pavitr Prabhakar

The Spot

Peter B. Parker

Spider-Noir

general info :

i cannot stress this enough, i exclusively write everything but fem reader, y’all got enough .

that being said, feel free to request anything else at all- when it’s not specified i will just assume gender neutral for the sake of inclusion

trans readers, non-binary, everything in between and all about is completely valid here and i’m more than willing to write about it <3

i do have a health condition that can catch me some days, so there may be times where i’m inactive but it should never be for long periods of time

feel free to get oddly specific with requests ! the more i can work with, the better

but i also don’t mind if they’re just general requests that don’t require a lot of detail

i will NOT write explicit NSFW, i draw the line at clothes being removed unless it has something to do with a prompt (e.g. seeing top surgery scars for the first time), some of these characters ages are not specified yet and i don’t feel comfortable potentially writing NSFW for minors. that is a crime.

there will be some requests i won’t obviously be able to complete for a number of reasons, please do not spam me if this is the case. if i’m willing to fulfil a request i will try my best to communicate with you if needed :]

i have the right to deny requests.

i do wanna say that i am a white guy so i can’t write from first hand experience, but if you request something that includes diversity like a specific race or cultural aspects i will try my absolute best to deliver accurate works. I’ll research to whatever extent i need to (if you don’t already give some information) so i can provide for groups of people that are seriously neglected when it comes to fanfiction and such. and please, in the future, if i ever do fuck up PLEASE hold me accountable and if you can show me what i’ve done wrong and what i should’ve done; what i can do to improve, i would be so appreciative- my goal is to be as inclusive as possible with my writing and the last thing i want is to offend any body of people.

finally, there will be types of writing i can’t do for specific characters. for example, spot, idk how tf i would write like a whole one-shot when my man is how he is now so i’d probably just have to stick to headcanons n such

what i will write :

requests can be either platonic or romantic dynamics, potentially other stuff if you have any ideas. just lemme know ! i do like to consider myself half decent at writing, i’ve studied english literature and linguistics my whole life and i love it very dearly <3 i’m going on to study english as a whole at a higher level (literature, language, linguistics, creative writing)

i'm happy to also apply these headcanons to the cc's, so transgender miguel for instance! just let me know :]

i typically write in bullet points because im a mess

x male reader

x nb reader (feel free to specify if they’re ambiguous, masc leaning or whatever if it’s relevant to the ask)

x trans reader

x cis reader

x spider reader

x mutant reader

character x reader

if you request multiple characters (which is fine <3) i’ll likely default to headcanons for the sake of ease

what i won’t write :

x fem reader .

character x character

NSFW

triggering topics (excluding canon events)

weird fetish/kink stuff :[

hate speech, everyone is welcome here

masterlist :

hobie brown:

how i think Hobie would react to GN!reader calling them their husband casually, even though they’re not married

hobie brown with a transgender, vigilante reader (ftm reader)

hobie admires your fighting spirit (gn reader)

hobie’s punk, you’re metal (band edition, masc reader)

where you and hobie have the most loving connection, but don’t label it (gn reader)

where hobie meets gwens older brother (masc reader)

hobie notices how startled you get when he kisses you (gn!)

hobie realises you’re not as naive as he thought ! (gn reader)

with an s/o that cries a lot ! (gn!reader)

hobie with a snake mutated boyfriend !

hobie with a butterfly mutated boyfriend !

defending his trans partner !

miles morales

miles with an artistic boyfriend riddled with anxieties

miles with a snake mutated boyfriend !

defending his trans partner !

miles 42:

miles 42 w/ an artistic spider-reader ! (masc reader)

miles42 with a butterfly mutated boyfriend !

miles 42 w/ and alien boyfriend !

defending his trans partner !

the spot:

the spot getting flustered by masc!reader

the spot falls into winged readers home (gn)

spider-noir:

spider-noir finds out you’re transmasc on a mission !

helping noir understand trans issues (deadnaming, ftm reader)

with an s/o that cries a lot ! (gn!reader)

noir finds out you wear trans tape (transmasc!reader)

defending his trans partner !

#across the spiderverse #blog guidelines #male reader #nb reader #x reader #mlm and nblm only #headcanon #oneshot #imagine #my writing #hobie brown #miguel o'hara #miles morales #pavitr prabhakar #the spot spiderverse #peter b parker #spider man: across the spider verse #spider noir #fanfic #astv

[wowowwild]

You said Sick Days was your favorite of your fics right now so could you do idk... If I just list some numbers you can pick which ones you want to answer, right? 3-6, 8-12 any of those. Thank you!

I love this fic so much I will do all of them ily for this.

3: What’s your favorite line of narration?

Is it cheating if I don't choose only one? I'm not choosing only one, this blog is my domain and I will do what I want forever.

I really want to include the section where Apollo says 'eugh' but it might rightfully gross people out.

'No time for that, Justice! Your sopping wet boyfriend needs a towel and at least eight hours of sleep, stat.' -Apollo desperately trying to avoid psycho-analyzing his boyfriend

'Apollo was a vision standing in the doorway with a tray of breakfast and Klavier thought he might die.' -Klav just really wanting his eggs

4: What’s your favorite line of dialogue?

Also not choosing only one.

“You’re thinking too hard. Feed me my ice cream.” -Klav being a brat (well deserved)

“Ja. I can do anything if I put my mind to it, Herr Forehead, so jot that down.” -Klav being sassy yet entirely too genuine

“It appears he has no court appearances, so please tell Prosecutor Gavin he has the rest of the week off and that if he shows up despite this I will suspend him.” -Edgeworth being the best boss ever and caring for his subordinates

There were also some exchanges but I'm sticking to single liners as prompted, I do follow some rules.

5: What part was hardest to write?

I had to rework the part where he went to get the medicine and ice cream a couple times, but mostly this fic just flowed out of me.

6: What makes this fic special or different from all your other fics?

So I started writing it while sick and I just wanted to be taken care of so I thought 'What are things I would want someone to do for me?' which made this fic really more about their relationship and how they support each other than some greater narrative. Usually I am struck by a funny concept and then work around it, but this one was genuinely about the kind of love that comes with a healthy extended partnership.

8: Did any real people or events inspire any part of it?

Answered this above, I was sick. I was sooooo sick. Next time I get sick we're doing the same but in reverse and Apollo is going to be so grumpy, representing the part of me that gets grumpy instead of pathetic when sick.

9: Were there any alternate versions of this fic?

Nope! I wrote most of this in one sitting so there wasn't time for there to be multiple versions. Most of the scenes were one and done as well.

10: Why did you choose this pairing for this particular story?

I wanted Apollo to take care of me. Klavier is my special boy. It just worked out.

11: What do you like best about this fic?

I made so many quick character decisions, particularly about Klav, and I'm happy with all of them actually. My favorites are that he was very close with his Oma and that he just casually keeps a story book by the bed, probably one that his Oma read to him. He is also specifically Austrian in this fic which is reflected in book choice but idk if that's even something people would notice.

12: What do you like least about this fic?

I don't know how else I would have written it, but I made a lowkey ad for Project Gutenberg when referencing the book and it feels clunky to me, but I might just be nitpicking. I genuinely enjoy everything else. I think as a story it's good, I think technically it's good. I stand by my assessment that this is the best thing I've written so far.

#ace's ask #ace's fic #klapollo #klavier gavin #apollo justice

[c0ntr0lledchaos]

i am not ok after that episode jesus christ...

but I do have some thoughts

assuming that hetch was telling the truth, he mentions that the company 'moved into' the mall. they didn't rent a space, they moved in, like a parasite. this is also shown by the wires and cords in the server room and other places in the mall resembling veins and looking like they were infesting the place.

that would also explain why the security is a strange amalgamation of wires and other technology

hetch talks about showfall in a very specific way, calling it 'the company' in a way that sounds like he is talking about it like a creature. a singular entity.

the office is a creepy concept. to have the mind-controlled people stationed as if they were in a snapshot of an office, and with the row of them standing in the window like mannequins. it felt weird the first time watching but now that I'm going back and analyzing it, they were set up like this for us, the viewers. there is no reason why a hivemind would need whiteboards or computers, or even to talk by the water cooler. Gl!ranboo didn't notice the corkboard with the clue about the color red, that was all for us to see and help with the next puzzle. why else would they be posed like that, who else would even see them

hetch talks again about how something 'moved in' and 'repurposed' the people in the office. I know a lot of people didn't trust him at all anyways but right there was a very clear sign that he was not a good guy. he talked about people and objects like they were the same thing

I also think that the showfall staff were people who were unfortunate enough to have been inside the mall whenever showfall first infected it. the mall was probably already dying but that was probably a good thing with how big that mall was.

'they set up these missing posters just on the off chance you managed to escape' is such a weird line to me. was Hetch just trying to convince gl!ranboo that he was special? what was the purpose of telling him that? All it did was prompt gl!ranboo to question how long he had been there which hetch doesn't even answer

I can't make out some of the smaller red writing on the first whiteboard shown but the rest is defiantly just the general idea of what happened in episode 2.

there is a bunch of letters that represent all the characters from that episode with all of them except for R (gl!ranboo) being crossed off.

part of it is covered in a smudge of something (kinda looks like slime? idk could just be a spot where the whiteboard got fucked up) but it says 'audience will choose N' I believe. did they predict we would choose gl!Niki? she was crying the hardest out of all of them which would have gathered the most sympathy and emotion from us. in the same bullet point, it also says 'two plus two equals five' which could indicate towards them guessing we would make an emotional decision rather than a logical one.

I did have a thought that started with episode one about showfall knowing how to control our voting. The Create a Creature section at the beginning of episode one was a normal vote at first, with four equally good options. yes, shark probably won because of the meme but that meme is kinda old now so idk how much it actually affected the outcome. but in the second vote when 'pickle' was randomly thrown in as an option, of course that was going to be the one to win, it's the funny option, it's not like the rest, it's a bit. the slime demon even mentions how the other options got barely any votes in comparison to pickle. this happens a few more times in the episode, with the funnier choice winning. Mr. Squiggles also demonstrates how our choices can be easily manipulated in episode 2 during the first pipe puzzle. when chat was about halfway through the puzzle he mentioned how we could also turn pieces that were not directly next in the sequence and immediately people started clicking on other pieces. he then came back a moment later bragging about how he divided our attention.

'play me in case of death' proves my theory about the puzzler's death being planned and not from him accidentally blowing himself up like how it was made to look for the show and I really wish I could read what it says in red next to it but I can't. maybe ranboo or someone else will post pictures of the whiteboards or something so we can read them better

the next whiteboard doesn't reveal much from what I can see, but there is still some text that is hard to read. what it doesn't say though is interesting cause it appears to only have notes about the cooking show portion of the episode with no mention of gl!Sneeg or Frank from what I can see

there are two pictures next to the printer, one being just an employee of the month picture but the other one looked like it could be an area view of a rural area? It's kind of hard to tell but I think I see a lot of trees and a building or two. It's not directly what's outside the mall most likely so what is it?

again, I really wish I could read all the stuff up on the cork board but some is just too small so oh well

I've already seen some people point out the paper that says a person named Frank is deceased meaning that Frank was a real skeleton this whole time and we just couldn't see

there is also a color blind test that has the colors red and green on it which is probably a reference to the gl!charlie vivisection

and right smack in the middle is the hint for us about the color red for the code. it's not even subtle, just a note that says 'The color of the wire is RED' just like you would find in a point-and-click video game. a convenient note that has no other reason to be there. that was just another hint that this was still part of the game

I think its interesting that gl!ranboo says 'your not giving me much here' he has spent the past who knows how long following a script and now suddenly is left with little to no guidance, it makes sense that he is confused

I am pretty positive that ranboo was never going to be able to shut the server room down at all, but I don't know what would have happened if he had put in the right code. maybe a false victory that just would have ended with Hetch betraying him anyways?

I just realized something kinda sad. so gl!ranboo has not made many choices that were his own, all before this being either scripted or left up to chat. with these codes though, he was made aware of the choice as hetch gave it to us. It's understandable that gl!ranboo didn't wait for us, he's almost free and still having other people choose for him? no thank you (Plus not trusting us which is also understandable, all he knew was the viewers were watching a show about killing people how was he supposed to know if they wanted to help or not). but he chooses wrong. the first real choice he made on his own and it was wrong.

Charlie was live during this but does anyone know if any of the other streamers were also live? I imagine it would be confusing for their chat to just hear ranboo yelling in the background of the stream randomly lol

while it could be just for convenience that the streamers are all set up in part of the old food court but I think it's also a bit on the nose. showfall is getting something from viewer interaction during these episodes but what if they get something from viewer interaction in general? what if they are feeding on it? that would explain why they have just a bunch of streamers that aren't even a part of projects or anything.

(I have to put a brake here cause of a text limit)

I think it was really funny that gl!Charlie got his own sign. also him being actually live was perfect. I wasn't watching his stream but was anyone suspicious of his background or did they get it accurate enough that no one questioned it?

the shrine for the puzzler is a bit strange but it again confirms that he was a part of showfall and killed by them. the thing is who is this shrine for? like, who is going to see it besides us? As far as we know there isn't and hasn't been anyone with free will inside the mall for the entirety of the show. it could be like the office again, set up just to get information to the viewers, possibly attempting to get another emotional reaction out of us.

on second thought that most likely is the case since the puzzler was just playing into Hetch's plan anyways. who knows if the puzzler actually wanted to help gl!ranboo or if he was just unconsciously following a script. plus the notes I can see are very emotion-driven but short, saying they loved the puzzler and one of the flower arrangements having a note that just says 'DAD' on it.

the map doesn't have a lot of information on it but it does show a blinking red dot that we soon see is the security, meaning they have trackers on them. it makes sense but I feel like it is a bit unnecessary for a hive mind to need. (not that they would need a map at all either) another thing that is just a prop meant for the characters and viewers probably

this dead body is interesting cause it shows two things. 1) that the security creature does not care about who it is attacking, attacking even people who are still under mind control and 2) this person is/was bleeding. that is important to remember later

the bucket of slime in the supplies room just confirms what most people were already suspecting for episode one. all the slime we saw was actually blood and gore seen through a filter

as cool as it was when gl!ranboo destroyed charlie's camera, can you imagine how cool it would have been if the stream was left going and caught them on camera when they eventually came back around?

I mentioned earlier that I believe the showfall staff are just people that were in the mall at the time of it being infested by showfall but what if that goes for the characters as well? what if no one was 'chosen' for this show and it was just a case of wrong place wrong time? would add just a bit into the tragedy, their whole lives stolen from them on random chance

the kill button sounded too good to be true and it was, especially after trying to take down the server room it didn't make sense. we know Hetch wasn't helping but gl!ranboo didn't. hetch must have been taking advantage of them being scared and confused to give them instructions that conflicted with other things he had told gl!ranboo

gl!charlie asks 'is this even what you want?' and I think that is an important question. gl!charlie, while still being scared and confused, can tell that there are still other ways to control people and is at least starting to question if that is happening to gl!ranboo, which it is. while not directly under mind control anymore, gl!ranboo is being manipulated just like Chat is being manipulated, using strong emotions to push them in the direction showfall wants them to go

remember how I said it was important to remember that the body earlier was bleeding? the one ranboo kills does not and I don't think it's because of a filter since we haven't had a filter on anything else in this episode. what we see with the person gl!ranboo kills is what I believe a late stage of showfall infestation looks like on a person, the wires literally growing inside them and slowly replacing their organs and tissue

going off that theory, that would mean that the security could have been a person at one point that was just completely turned into a mess of wires and other tech

the button is huge and red and right out in the open, it should never have been trusted. it was connected to showfall though, as seen by the wires on the floor and walls around it. it's not a normal prop like the slime or anything on the cabin set we just saw.

hetch gives us a lot of information in his villain speech and I am going to attempt to dissect it to the best of my ability

so first he says 'I have a role to play' suggesting that he is not completely of his own free will either, although it's probably more like a job to him and not complete mind control but his wording is interesting. it would not surprise me if we find out that Hetch is just as much of a pawn in showfall as anyone else is

he also says 'The founder gave me a purpose many many years ago' implying that showfall is old. just how old is anyone guess. it also shows though that Hetch isn't the founder but did know them, perhaps was even close to them to be given such an important role

'to repurpose this company and create these experiments' again has interesting wording since he has used the word 'repurpose' other times, usually while refusing to the people or tech that was taken over by showfall. I am not sure what it means though to repurpose the thing that is repurposing other things though. what did showfall do before Hetch took control of it?

and its experiments, plural. again we are reminded we have no idea how long this had been going on or how many experiments have been conducted

he says the experiments were to find people for 'future shows' but what could be the qualifications to be cast in future shows? could it be a hunger games situation? whoever survives these shows makes it onto the next ones

he also says 'Who in your world' which could imply Hetch and showfall are from a different world. could be aliens, a different dimension, or maybe even just something that has been there but hasn't made itself known to most of the world. what I'm curious about is if chat is from the same world as gl!ranboo or not as well

hetch mentions 'real human emotions' is 'where the real fun is' which could confirm my theory about them controlling our votes and some of gl!ranboo's choices by influencing us with emotions. yes, the choices were manipulated but at the same time we still up to us. like then gl!ranboo stabbed that person. yes it was understandable, yes gl!ranboo probably deserved to do a little killing but in the end he still did it. he still choose to do it, with no one forcing his hand

I wonder if that is how the mind control actually worked. It didn't outright tell gl!ranboo what to do but instead controlled his memories and emotions to get him to do what they wanted

hetch says this is the first time they have a live audience meaning the other shows were not live like this one. I'm curious what the other shows were like if they were not live

as the camera zooms out we can see we are back in the server room, the 'heart' as Hetch called it earlier. gl!ranboo is being held in place by the wires growing on the walls and I wonder just how much control hetch has over the wires themselves

I do think that death was the best option, as sad as it was. if gl!ranboo had been kept alive he would have just been thrown into another show, maybe not even as the hero this time. there would have been no guarantee for his survival just like how the other characters were killed off on this show

I really hope the tapes at the end imply more shows, I would love to learn more about this universe and what is happening. I wonder if the order is important, which would mean there would be four shows before this one and three after. at least out of the ones that were kept on tape for one reason or another. the tapes being blank is also a possibility since none had any writing on them. new shows are yet to be recorded maybe? either way, I am excited for more genloss stuff

closing thoughts:

my main theory is that showfall is more alive than previously thought. showfall is a parasite-like thing that takes over whatever it infests, whether that is a person, a place, or any tech it comes in contact with. I think it feeds off viewer interaction and with the ability to now stream to a live audience, it can get so much more than it could any other way. what we choose didn't matter, just the fact that we chose did.

I also want to say I am kinda happy with how this ended. it was sad but still satisfying. I know I had guessed ranboo might take his mask off but I'm kinda glad he didn't mainly due to the fact that it would have set the bar too high lol. no other faceless streamer or youtube would have been able to top it.

I really hope we get more genloss stuff in the future, this was so amazing and impressive and defiantly fun to watch.

#generation loss #generation lost spoilers

[sweetfirebird]

Fic Prompts for Charity Time

For anyone unfamiliar, I try to do this at least once a year. I used to do it more, but ah... life.

Anyway. While all the audiobook (bullshit) nonsense is going on, let's focus on something positive. So, Charity Prompt Time at last! 

The rules, as always, are: 

That you send me, privately or in comments, a screenshot of a receipt for a donation, and you get to request a small --small-- something. Think along the lines of a commentfic. We are aiming for short and fun here. Sometimes I go longer, sometimes I don't. It is what it is. 

That the request cannot be a direct request for spoilers for anything upcoming (if it is and you don't realize it, that's okay. I will just message you and we can discuss it.) And also no matter what the request is, I get veto powers and if that happens, you can ask for something else. Like, say... idk who would but if someone asked me to write Silas Dirus falling in love or Mrs Dyer having a happy ending or something... yeah that isn't happening. 

This isn't a *rule* but just as a guideline... sometimes people ask for very, very specific things and the more limitations you put on a scenario, the less my brain gets excited about it. So like, "Little Wolf in panties or something" (as one example)--probably okay. "Little Wolf wears lingerie and he's having a lot of feelings about it and it's the expensive good kind and maybe he's in the city for something else but stopped at a store...." --way too much. You just told the whole story. (I know this guideline seems fussy but this has happened a few times. And whenever it does, it makes my brain get itchy and stubborn and not want to play.) 

Terms: you donate at least $10 (US, or the equivalent value in your country's money), send me a pic of the receipt, and then give me a story prompt following the rules laid out above. 

I will try to fill the prompts as quickly as possible and post on Patreon and on Tumblr, usually doing a big links roundup at the end. 

Charities: For this in the US, we are once again feeding people (because the cost of groceries oh my god). 

Feeding America will show you foodbanks in your area

As will Meals on Wheels 

But if you know your local foodbank already, that's fine too. 

For everyone else, your local food charities are totally acceptable, and if you are blessed to live in an area where a local foodbank is not needed, then feel free to select a local community center, or LGBTQA youth center. (If you are having trouble finding one, The Ali Forney Center in NY is probably not local to most of you but I believe does take international donations.) 

Donation receipts and prompts will be accepted starting today and ending Thursday, December 7th. :)

#charity

[ariddletobesolved]

FROZEN III

Being direct, aren't we? I don't know what you're asking of me, anon, is this meant to be a writing prompt or something? Since you're not being specific, I will just share my opinions/thoughts on Frozen 3. Assuming you know that I ship Helsa and I like Hans (else, why are you asking me? I don't often interact with general Frozen fans here), I'll probably bring it up in this post. (Warning, this will get personal.)

My first thought when I saw the announcement was, "Well, someone has to milk they cashcows at some point, right?"

I wasn't thrilled, in fact I was rather sceptical. I don't like Frozen 2 for a lot of reasons (I won't elaborate it because it's exhausting having to repeat it, I'd rather not talk about it or see anyone paraphrase it for me, thanks), and in my head the franchise is done, just like that. Some people I know also lost their interest in the Frozen fandom, prompting me to do the same (the only things keeping here are my friends, Helsa, and Frozen the Musical), so am I excited to have my love for Frozen rekindled? Not really. But am I excited to see the fandom revived and the possible new contents that will come along with it? Absolutely!

I'm rather indifferent about Frozen 3, honestly, and I have ZERO expectation about it, whatsoever. At the end, Disney is a multibillion dollar company, and they are likely to prioritise profit over quality content. But if it ends up getting a good writing, that's good for them, I guess. Though, I'm personally planning to avoid any news related to Frozen 3.

I would like to see them explore other places too, tho, maybe The Southern Isles? I wouldn't mind a redemption arc for Hans (although the chance seems highly unlikely, lol, that's how low I set my bar). I don't need Helsa to be canon, but maybe and interaction would be nice to see (or I could write my own enemies to lovers fic for self indulgence purposes instead, idk).

If I had to guess the plot, however, I'd say Frozen 2 is just a fever dream but the moment Elsa goes about her day, she hears that 4-note siren call, and she goes on a journey but *gasp* there's someone behind the bushes, at least Anna is there with a sword looking cool like in that trailer, etc. (this is a joke, please don't take it seriously), or maybe it could be assassin!Anna, spy!Elsa, and telepath!Olaf trying to prevent a war from breaking out (again this is my attempt at humour, based on a conversation I had with some friends), who bloody knows? Anything could happen, really.

All I'm saying is that, try to manage your expectations and maybe mute tags/keywords of topics you wanna avoid for your own sake (I do that, and my online experience has never been better). I hope these answers are satisfying for you, anon.

#mary answers #my attempt at humour #frozen 3 #helsa #can i tag that #prince hans #frozen

[anxious-lee]

4, 12, and 13!!

Also not on the prompt, but what’s your tickling origin story?

4. I'm the lee that never unburies her face bc I'm so flustered (original answer I know)

As a ler, I'm not sure, but I'd hope I'm a nurturing ler. All I want to do as a ler is make you feel beautiful and adored and worth it

12. I want to be wrecked so baddddd but idk if my sensory issues would let meeee

13. Tickle hugs!! It takes the two loveliest things and combines them into one!

Tickle origin story? I'm so glad you asked!

I've always felt this way, since as long as I can remember. I have no idea where it came from, where it comes from for anyone, but I didn't question it until I was in middle school. At no point before that did I think "why are you so obsessed with tickling? What's wrong with you?". It was just something I understood as a fact, it didn't need declaring.

I knew enough at that age not to tell anyone. It didn't feel like shame exactly. This was just one of those things you keep to yourself. I never felt that there was something wrong with me, I knew I wasn't hurting anyone, and if i knew someone else thought these things, i wouldn't think any less of them.

I have been tickled a handful of times when i was super young, but I didn't like any of them. Once was from my dad and a couple times from my brother. I didn't know that you could enjoy tickling from specific people and hate it from others, so I just assumed I hated all real-life tickling. And that's what I told people. I hated being tickled. (Or so i thought)

One of my most significant memories about this sort of thing was when my mom almost discovered my tickle-art notebook I hid in a drawer. She didn't look in it (thank god) she just put it away with my other notebooks. But that was it for me. I had to get rid of it. It would only be a matter of time before I really got caught. So I sharpied over every page, put the notebook at the bottom of an empty trash bag, buried it in other trash, and brought that bag out to the garbage can outside.

That's about all I have to say about that! I've since come to accept what I am and what I like and I'm very happy 😊 but tickle starved

#tickle #tickles #tickling #ticklish #tickle community #your asks