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weebsinstash · 3 months

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I know the show isn't out yet but Stayed Gone is stuck in my head and I'm chugging my yandere Vox juice so hard right now. I think he has the capacity to be absolutely insufferable

---for starters THE SPYING POTENTIAL WITH THIS MAN. You're telling me he can directly plug himself in to the city power grid and see through all televisions, potentially even phones and computers too? Could he put himself on your phone and start going through your texts? Could he even just put himself on your phone real quick while you're sleeping to check in on you? You couldn't even have privacy in your own home because of whatever screens are around he could potentially shoot himself to or watch you through. Imagine just being in your apartment completely alone and he's suddenly on your tv. Like what if you had just been sitting there topless or with your dick out or something or 👀 I mean. He could see so much, really...

---God honestly like. You know I keep mentioning the Instagram without ever attaching pics or anything because I'm on mobile and I'd have to use the hazbin Instagram archive blogs here on tumblr to go find them back like, you know Val would openly post the meanest shit, would literally post Vox's face being busted up because he woke Val up from a nap or i think it was he literally just brought him the wrong soda (which to be fair was taken from Velvet and was half empty), and then you go over to Vox's account and his pic was taping his pieces back on while being really frustrated and kinda lowkey looking like he would cry

Like Val's out here "women are stupid also men are stupid too" and talking about how he adopted a dog and killed it within like 48 hours and here's Vox celebrating his pet's birthday with cake and a party like. Why are these men together. Why. Why. Don't get me wrong I love to be the involuntary third in a toxic codependency but--

look all I'm saying is... do any of you get really really upset when you see someone being mistreated, especially more so a friend of yours?

READER JUST LOSING THEIR SHIT GETTING FERAL ANGRY SHOUTING AND SCREAMING AT VAL BECAUSE HE PULLS SOME SHIT and like that's IT for you because 1. Valentino might like actually backhand you one as well, do you think he wears rings so it hurts, 2. Vox sees you defending him and like, it's based on your own preferences really but if he wasn't already gaga this CEMENTS it and 3. especially if he watches you have to take a blow for trying to stick up for him. Like what if you cry. I have a low pain threshold, I'd be sniveling and crying at the least. Valentino storms off and Vox is helping peel you off the floor cause you curled up into a ball or some shit and he's sitting there thinking "wow they suck at this but they still did it for me 🥺"

---during his song with Alastor, it's a little confusing because they show an actual camera crew when he's turning the TVs on, but i think it's pretty clear that he can control whatever the screens show visually, thus his little zany sketches and being able to talk to himself and at one point, showed the visual of himself blocking the radio Alastor was projecting on right next door. I can just see him using this to kind of.... fuck with you, really! Or do whatever he wants? He's trying to suck up to you and he's surrounded by roses, or you're his co-host/guest host and he thinks your joke was funny and gives a little audience laughter as a treat

Or you know... you're running from him down the street, passing all these different screens and displays as they power on and show things like, him "jumping in front of you" while demanding you stop or, trying to show some kind of blackmail publicly, or just, begging you to just ACCEPT HIM and showing you all the fun things he could do with you, "cmon, I said I was sorry, stop freaking the fuck out! We can- we can do that thing you've always wanted to do, what about that?!" as he tries to project you two doing something fun, but most importantly, doing it TOGETHER. You're running from him terrified and he's showing you images of like you two smiling and happy or, it becomes scarier as he's more desperate

"Don't-don't make me do something fucked up!! I'm serious, STOP RUNNING" and he's like freaking out, showing shit of trying to hold you down, tying you up, and/or shoving you into a locked room

Sudden thoughts of "what if the more emotional and unstable he becomes, the less he can control his intrusive thoughts and shows his more impulsive darker desires". He's tweeking and the screen glitches and you briefly think you see yourself completely restrained, blindfolded, gagged--

---he's just like OBVIOUSLY so prideful but also immature and whiny ("who gives a shit about alastor?" Well you, mr hes just quietly minding his own business and I'LL start beef because i feel threatened and STILL LOSE, like awww my poor little pogchamp got publicly humiliated in an argument HE started out of nowhere, he's my little sad wet baby lmaoooo) and we already know his relationship with Val can become physically abusive, so, you pair him staying in that kind of relationship, being codependent, with this personality of his, and I can just see.... ACTUALLY FUCKING TRIGGERED LIKE LITERALLY CRYING UPSET VOX BECAUSE YOU REJECTED HIM like he's pissed he's hurt he's lonely he's heartbroken and HELL NO IS HE GONNA ACCEPT THIS

Vox would be over here proudly claiming on his TV show that NO HE REJECTED Y O U, not the other way around! He's not upset! He's totally fine! Meanwhile everyone watching can tell this man is manic and visibly hotboxing copium, "I didn't even really like you anyways!!.... no, I mean, shit, fuck, COMMERCIAL BREAK--" *cut to technical difficulties screen because the man is CRYINGGG*

-- Valentino and Reader bonding over teasing Vox and making him flustered and of course, obviously, the inverse. I still kinda like the idea of "they both think you're cute but like nothing exciting until one night they bump into you unplanned and you're all dressed up". Like Val is from the 70s or 80s so they go to a roller rink disco whatever kinda place because I'm sure the coke game there is INSANE and you're just like, swaying your hips spinning around to Let It Whip or September or something dressed in some shorts that make your ass look just right 🤌

You're sneaking back into the studio after a night out and they're both lounging somewhere and Val's like "uhhhh who is THIS coming in without saying hi to Daddy?" and you pull your sunglasses down like "SIR??? 😳" And now HE'S flustered because he didn't know that was you and Vox is feeling some new kinda way because he's used to seeing you in like, your work uniform or casual wear

Val who then makes your work uniform really slutty and you have to serve him and Vox wearing it 😩❤️

---I have this thought of like lmao imagine walking down the sidewalk with Angel and seeing Vox on TV and Angel is like "ya know he can see everything outta dese things when he's plugged in" and you're like "bullshit, he couldn't possibly process that many screens at once, it'd overload his brain, he wouldnt be able to concentrate" and you're like "here I'll prove it, hey Vox, check it out you fucking dweeb" and flash him your bare titties or you MOON HIM

scenario A would be that he INSTANTLY barks out laughing, "hey Val, that dumb slut who brings you drinks just flashed me!" And he just totally shows it on the air, maybe partially censored, maybe not at all, your phone is ringing IMMEDIATELY, of COURSE it's Val, and Vox is broadcasting your mortified embarrassed expression, "our big story tonight: drunk bimbo fucks around and finds out! More updates after this word from our sponsor!" and the man will noooootttttttt stop bullying the fuck out of you afterwards, because he's got a crush on you and you're like someone weaker than him his insecure ass can punch down on

Scenario B is that he instantly turns pink and about 5 seconds later he blue screens and the entire city experiences a blackout and when he comes back on the air he's like stammering and, glancing at, it FEELS like he keeps glancing at you, but, is he really?

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I dunno... like I'm sure Valentino is gonna wind up being unstable in his own way but I guess there's a certain, ALLURE to Vox being a little bratty and whiny while also having these very VERY handy, actually quite scary abilities and resources 👀 like boy show me what that screen do 😫💦

#yandere hazbin hotel #yandere x reader #vox x reader #yandere vox x reader #sinprompts #yandere stuff

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codmw2019-2022 · 3 months

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Modern Warfare Character Ages [2019 + 22]

Preface: Just wanted to add before getting into this that this is my interpretation of the character ages based on information from the games, confirmed information, research into the military/CIA and collage/university course information. This is by no means meant to be a definite statement about character ages, I'm happy to discuss or change any of the information here within reason.

I would also like to credit @sleepyconfusedpotato and @oleworldblues posts with their own opinions on the character ages. Which helped base my own thoughts and provided some good information that they had found. You can find Sleepy's post here and Blue's here they are really good posts and they both explain their own reasons for how they perceive the main cast of modern warfare's ages.

Farah & Hadir Karim : 30 & 32 [2022]

Both Farah and Hadir's ages have been confirmed by Taylor Kurosaki who is one of the writers from Modern Warfare 2019. This was confirmed when a fan ask him via twitter/X about how old Farah was during the Barkov invasion.

This means in 1999 when Barkov invaded Farah was 7 and Hadir was 9. In 2009 when they escaped they are 17 and 19 respectively and in 2019 they are 27 and 29. Hadir dies in December of 2022 as discovered in the Atomgrad raids at the age of 32.

John Price : 37 [2022]

Using the information provided from his original operator bio we find that "John Price joined the infantry at the age of sixteen and has served the British Army for 18 years." and that "he was ‘Badged’ a member of SAS in 2005, spending the next ten years in the Middle East, the horn of Africa.".

With this Price's age works out to be about 34 years old, but since it only mentions serving the British army. I added 4 years for him to be able to complete basic training which is roughly 18 weeks basic training.* Followed by Special Air Service (SAS) training with is roughly a couple months, but you must serve at least 18 months in the military to be selected**, and finally his training at the Royal Military Academy to become a Lieutenant and then Captain which is 44 weeks with 2-3 weeks of leave.***

So Price would join the British army at 16 in 2001, be badged a member of SAS at 20 in 2005, become Captain at 25 in 2010. In 2019 he would be 34 and finally 37 in 2022, which to me makes the most sense based on other character's ages.

*[army.mod.uk solider training] **[eliteukforces.info SAS] [eliteukforces.info SBS&SAS] ***[army.mod.uk officer training]

Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick : 32 [2022]

We can do the same process as we did with Price for Gaz, his operator bio says "Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick, enlisted in the British Army in 2008. Within four years, he passed selection for Her Majesty’s elite Special Air Service where he is currently rounding out a decade of service."

Since his bio never mentions what age he joins like with Price and Soap I'm going to assume he finished school and joined the military at 18. So Gaz is 18 in 2008, 29 in 2019 when he meets Price for the first time and 32 in 2022. I am not taking into consideration the archived Activision blog posts, which say he joined in 2014 because of them being archived. I do use it for some other characters but for Gaz it changed the date he joined not just giving extra information.

Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish : 26 [2022]

You can blame Activision for why Soap is so young compared to the others. So according to his updated operator bio, "Soap has spent the last seven years carrying out both covert and overt operations around the world." this with the contents of his old operator bio before MW3 "At 16, too young to sign up, but lying about his age, MacTavish enrolled in the Special Air Service…"

Means that Soap would be 23 in 2022, which doesn't make the most sense especially considering he is a Sergeant in 2019 meaning he would be 20 in the MW3 flashback. So I gave him the same treatment as Price and added 3 years, to make up for basic and SAS training. So he would be 16 in 2012 joining the British Army have to wait 18 months to apply for SAS, be roughly 18 when he starts SAS training and finish it at 19 in 2015.*

So making him now 23 in 2019, 26 in 2022 but since he lied about his age TF 141 would think he's 28 during MW2 or 25 during 2019.

*[jobs.army.mod.uk SAS reserve]

Alex Keller : 35 [2022]

Alex is one of the last characters who have dates or years of service in their information. From his Campaign Biography it says he was a part of, "CIA's Special Activities Division," and also has surrendered "his former rank and history of special ops military service with Army Delta, Alex sacrificed traditional contact and association with family to join the SAD. He has spent the last six years living a series of assumed identities to achieve “sensitive” objectives wherever he is needed."

There's also, "Through 2017, Alex’s units played a key role in ensuring definitive victories against emerging terrorist networks." So we know Alex has been working in the military before 2017, now most SAD members are former Delta operators. There's also some reports of SAD members having Master's and law degrees.* So with that we can add roughly 6 years to his age to complete a master's degree in law.**

Now Delta force has some requirements like being over 21 to join and having two and a half years of service remaining, so if Alex joined the US military at 18 after finishing High School and getting his diploma.*** In a couple years he could join Delta Force, so by 26 he would be able to be apart of CIA's SAD. (If studying part time while in Delta Force) Then adding the another six years which is when he is apart of SAD, which is mention in his biography as the last six years. The bio is published late 2019 so Alex would be 32 years old.

So Alex would join the Military at 18 in 2005, would be 32 in 2019 when he loses the lower half of one of his legs and 35 in 2022.

*[CIA SAD] **[coursera.org law school] ***[Delta Force] [US Military Requirements]

Now for the Characters with little infomation

Alejandro & Rodolfo : both 37

We find out they've known each other for 20 years and signed up together. So they are both younger than 38 but older than 30 since Alejandro is a Colonel. Looking at Wikipedia you can/have to join 18 the Mexican military for at least 3 years, this gives them about maybe two years to get to know each other before joining together.

Ghost : 35 [2022]

Honestly just pick an age between Price and Gaz, I personally like the idea of him being the same age as Alex and having them know each other previously. Maybe even before Ghost starts wearing the skull mask.

Laswell & Nikolai : 52 & 45 [2022]

No older that 52 and 45 if we go based on their actors ages, which personally makes the most sense to me. Laswell's Campaign biography mentions her supervising a SAD program in 2008, and her having studied a Master's degree in strategic intelligence analysis and having a BA in International Affairs. This doesn't help much though with figuring out her age.

AN: Hopefully this very long post is some what helpful or at least has some good resources that people can check out, especially fanfic writers or people making their own OCs.

I'm also going to repeat what I put at the top the end here. But what I've written down is not a definitive answer for their ages (minus Farah & Hadir) it's just what I personally think makes the most sense.

Don't let my own opinions/conclusions about their ages get in the way of you having fun with how you view/interpret these characters.

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yamujiburo · 11 months

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✨YAMUJIBURO F.A.Q.✨

Should've made this a while ago! I'm starting to get a lot of the same questions in my inbox nowadays tho and I feel bad for clogging up y'all's timelines with the same questions haha

GENERAL QUESTIONS

Who are you?

I'm Kiana, I'm a queer, Japanese Jamaican woman, and a Director/Storyboard artist at Disney Television Animation.

What are your pronouns

I usually go by she/her but I don't really mind any pronouns~

Where did you go to school?

California College of the Arts (but I dropped out when I was hired at Disney)

How did you get hired at Disney?

My bosses found me on twitter through my Team Rocket fanart. They liked my drawing style and asked if I wanted to take a storyboard test. I did, I passed, I got interviewed and moved to LA two weeks later to start storyboarding.

Is this a repost blog??

No, you might know be better as @kianamaiart. This is just my Pokémon sideblog where I post exclusively (for the most part) Team Rocket and Pokémon art.

What does your username mean?

It's a combination of the main 4 Team Rocket members' Japanese names: Yamato (cassidy), Musashi (jessie), Kojiro (james), Kosaburo (butch)

What program and brush do you use to draw?

Default brush in Storyboard pro

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GENERAL POKEMON QUESTIONS

Who's your favorite Pokémon?

What are your favorite ships?

Any ship with Jessie. Yamushipping, Rocketshipping and Hanamusashipping are my top three!

Who do you ship Ash with?

I was a big Pokéshipper when I was younger but nowadays don't really feel strongly about any of the ships involving the kid characters. I'm also in the "Ash is aroace" camp.

Do you have any trans headcanons?

You can find em here along with other headcanons! It should be noted that I don't usually marry myself to one hc (unless it's for a specific AU I'm trying to build out) and love seeing various interpretations of a character! Trans woman Jessie, Trans woman James, Trans man James, Genderfluid Jessie, give em to me!

Do you play the games?

I've played all the mainline Pokémon games and very much enjoy them! But I am much more invested in the anime and the characters in the anime.

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HANAMUSA AU QUESTIONS

Where can I read all the comics in order?

Here! I update anytime I make a new comic and list them in chronological order (since I just draw comics at random points in the timeline as they interest me). This post also already answers some of the frequently asked questions about this AU like: How did Jessie and Delia meet? What are James and Meowth up to? How old are Jessie and Delia? etc.

What does "Hanamusa" mean?

Hanamusa is a combination of Delia and Jessie's Japanese names, Hanako and Musashi respectively.

When does this AU take place?

It takes place sometime after the Mezase Pokémon Master/To Be a Pokémon Master series. So all the events that happened in the series, unless retconned within the series, happened. Ash is 10 at the start of the comics.

What's the status between Jessie, James, Meowth and Giovanni/Team Rocket?

Not great terms since they were fired, but also not the worst terms. Giovanni just let the three of them go without any further issues. I will say that I've always loved the theory that Giovanni keeps Jessie specifically around because of her parentage and he as a soft spot for her that he keeps a secret. I feel like Matori was the one that got the three of them fired and Giovanni wasn't able to make an excuse for them this time (without showing nepotism/special treatment) so he was forced to let them go.

If you headcanon Delia as a lesbian, how did Ash come to be?

Delia was young when she had Ash and I hc that she just didn’t really explore her sexuality much! I myself didn’t realized I liked women until I was 18 and didn’t know I liked ONLY women until like 2 years ago. She got married, had a baby and realized after her husband left that she liked women (trans people exist obviously but I’m also interpreting Ash’s father as a cis man).

Who do you think Ash’s dad is?

I don’t know and I don’t really care to explore it. I’m going off of the novel interpretation that he’s just a deadbeat that left to be a trainer, failed and never came back because of the shame. He’s not important.

Isn’t Giovanni Ash’s dad?

That’s a common misconception that people remember wrong from the Pokémon Live show. Delia mentions she dated Giovanni but then left him and his gang after meeting Ash’s father. I also don’t consider the live show canon personally! I follow The Birth of Mewtwo timeline where Madame Boss founded Team Rocket.

Do you think Delia and Giovanni dated at least?

Nah, I think he’s too old for her? I always got the vibe from The Birth of Mewtwo that he was quite a bit older than Jessie and it’d be sus if he was dating Delia when she was married to, and had a child with her husband at 18/19. He’s a bad guy but not a BAD guy.

You mentioned you still ship Jessie and James. Why not make a Jessie, James, Delia polycule?

I have a few reasons I’ve mentioned before! 1. I’m in super deep with this AU already and I feel it’d be very confusing for casual viewers of my stuff if James was added into the relationship haha. 2. I’ve drawn Jessie and James together since 2011 and took this AU as an opportunity to try my hand at writing them as queer, platonic besties bc I love that interpretation of them a lot as well. 3. I’m not poly myself and the way I write this ship is largely based off of my experiences with my girlfriend. I just know I’d favor the Jessie/Delia of it all which isn’t fair and not a good interpretation of a poly relationship. All that said, I DO super enjoy seeing peoples’ poly headcanons and art!

Who does James end up with in this AU?

No one. He's aroace and is happy to be single

Do Jessie and James have all their Pokémon in this AU

I think they have all the Pokémon that they did by the end of Mezase Pokémon Master (all their Pokémon that were left at HQ). Most of their released Pokémon have stayed released and the Alola Pokémon are still in Alola. I bring back Arbok and Weezing post-Jessie and Delia getting married. I may bring back Chimecho, Growlie and Cacnea if I think of an idea I like!

What are Meowth and James up to in this AU?

Hop back to the top of this post under the "Where to Start" section. All your questions will be answered.

Does Ash travel with anyone at this point of his life?

I don't have anyone in particular in mind! I could see him making new friends (Nemona???) or traveling with different combinations of old friends. Like him, Misty and Goh, him, Dawn and Cilan, him, Serena and Lillie etc.

Will Delia ever get over her phobia of snake Pokémon

Not fully! I think overcoming fears is fine and good but I think real PHOBIAS are much harder to get past and I don't want to cheapen it. She slowly gets used to Jessie's Seviper specifically and gets to the point where she can pet it comfortably with Jessie in the room. But otherwise, still scared and would need that same amount of time per Pokémon

Is Jessie gaining weight or is it just me?

Not just you! Jessie puts on a bit of relationship weight overtime as you'll see in the later comics in the timeline. Jessie grew in poverty, never knowing when her next meal would be and that continued into her life as a Team Rocket member. Once she was able to settle down (with a woman who runs her own restaurant no less) she's able to live a healthier lifestyle with regular meals and puts on some weight because of that.

Does Jessie ever feel self conscious about gaining weight?

Nope! She feels happier and healthier and hotter. She's also unreasonably excited to clear out her old clothes and get a new wardrobe.

Would Jessie and Delia ever have kids together or adopt?

Nah, Ash is enough for them! I have come up with hypothetical kids for them but they're not canon to this AU. Just a fun little thing for me.

Will you ever put this on webtoon?

Nah. People mostly ask me this because they want to read everything in the order of the timeline but to my knowledge, you can’t reorder chapters or installments which would defeat the purpose. I also don’t think nintendo fan stuff would fly there. Also, also it’s just extra work and another place to upload and I want to keep this all fun for myself~

#frequently asked questions #faq

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Hi girl! Well i want to manifest high grades in my exams but sometimes when i pass the exam and then the teachers returns my papers i find them bad...and then i give up persisting, how do i fix that? It Also a problem with changing my past grades, it just the 3d circumstances triggers me and that would make me think that it impossible to change my grades. I Hope you see my Ask and thank you 💗

hey, anon, thanks for asking ! ♡

first, nothing is impossible. the truth is everything is available to you and everything is possible. so even if you don’t always believe everything is possible, know that the truth is that every possibility is at your fingertips.

I understand that the 3D can be triggering, I mean, of course it is! if it’s in your face 24/7 how could it not annoy you? but at the end of the day, as long as you realize that the 3D and it’s circumstances literally mean nothing and can’t do anything to impact your manifestations— you’re good.

also, the 3D is neverrrr a source of confirmation or validation. don’t look to it and take whatever it says as the last word. it’s not in the 3D, so what? keep going. There’s no such thing as giving up since you’re always manifesting, giving up simply means persisting in the assumption you don’t want.

the 3D always look at you for validation anyways. everything in the 3D comes from you because the 3D is you, there’s no separation! so don’t believe that the 3D can create on its own or that whatever happens in the 3D is set in stone. keep doing your thing and the 3D has no choice but to follow— that is a guarantee.

I really recommend reading these posts by @etherealkissed88 , as soon as I saw your ask, her posts popped into my head:

indifference towards the 3D

applying the law while experiencing the 3D

(I rlly recommend her blog too! it’s been incredibly helpful for me and allowed me to find success in my loa journey 🫶)

don’t look at your grades in the 3D and take that as a sign that “it didn’t work”. don’t take anything that happens in the 3D as a sign of anything. the 3D literally means nothing, so don’t let it stop you. the only one who can change your reality is you, so dont give up just because the insignificant 3D shows you something.

ps, it’s perfectly okay to have doubts. lots of people manifest even with doubts, anxiety, negative thoughts, etc. once you’ve decided that you have it, it’s done. nothing can take that away from you. so do whatever you want, interact with the 3D, while knowing you already made the decision that it’s yours.

and remember, the 3D can only change once there is a change in self.

aside from my advice, I’d also like to share my experience, because I used to be in a similar situation. I depended on the 3D for confirmation so much it’s not even funny. I’m proud to say that now my mindset is completely different and i couldn’t care that much about the 3D if I tried. what helped me the most was learning and understanding the significance of imagination. learning the importance of imagination and self was what changed the game for me. I was able to give myself everything I wanted in my imagination, I was able to fulfill and change self with ease and I had never felt more free doing so. It also made me a million times more sure in my decision that I had what I wanted. because why would I care about the 3D and what it was showing me if i had everything i wanted in the 4D— the real reality. so, if your 3D grades are bothering you then simply have fun in the 4D! what do you desire aside from the grades? Is it the satisfaction of achieving such high marks? Is it the pride you’ll have in yourself once you get the top score? Is it relief you want to feel? Do you want to impress your peers? Or is it academic validation you want? Whatever it is, give it to yourself within. and don’t just do that for the sake of change in the 3D, for the sake of getting something, do it because you’ll feel how you want to feel. do it because you’ll feel confident in the assumption you have high marks.

give yourself something to fall in love with in imagination.

another ps (I swear I’m almost done just stay with me😭😭) it’s also worth mentioning that you as the outer man can do absolutely nothing to change the outer world, nor should you strive to. the only way to change the 3D is to change self, change imagination. to create a new assumption which then turns into a new identity.

at the end of the day, it all comes back to the inner world. a change in the 3D can only be created by a change in the 4D. so you either make the change or get stuck in the cycle that is putting the 3D on a pedestal. the choice is yours.

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acewritesfics · 3 months

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Past Love: Part 03 | Tommy Shelby

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Reader

Request: From anon

Fic Type: Blurb

Prompt: "I’m happiest when I’m with you." & “You feel like home to me.”

Warnings: It does allude to smut. Also alludes to cheating which I don't condone.

Word Count: 589

PART 01 | PART 02

TOMMY SHELBY MASTERLIST

As Y/N drives away from the pub, it starts to pour with rain. Near the end of the street, she pulls over unable to see clearly through the rain and her own tears. Unable to bring herself to leave, she thinks back to the last time she was truly happy.

It was the last time she was with Tommy. He surprised her, turning up on her doorstep three nights before he was to marry Grace, who Tommy had successfully distracted her from thinking about over the two days he was with her. They had spent most of the time in bed wrapped up in one another. It felt like it had before the war had turned their lives and relationship upside down.

“You stupid fool. You love him,” she cries talking about herself. Feeling angry at herself, she thinks about what could have been if she had just been a little selfish and didn’t put everyone else ahead of herself.

Now was the time to put not only her wants and needs but also Tommy’s above the others. Stepping out of her vehicle, she starts making her way back to the Garrison. By the time she reaches the doorstep she’s soaked head to toe from the rain.

As she goes to reach for the door handle the door swings open revealing Tommy who looks stunned to see her standing there.

"I’m happiest when I’m with you," she begins to tell him, her tears mixing with the rain drops. “For so long I have been putting every other woman first, not listening to what I want or what you want, and I can’t do it anymore,” she pauses to take a breath. “I love you; I need you and, I wa-”

She’s cut off by Tommy’s lips crashing to hers, kissing her with all the love he feels for her as he pulls her close to him. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she holds him as tight as she can as the kiss becomes sloppy. She’s afraid if she lets go and if she opens her eyes and ends the kiss, that he’ll disappear, her mind having played a cruel joke on her.

Tommy eventually breaks the kiss and lets her go long enough to open the door back up and pull her back inside, locking it. Within a matter of seconds his lips are on hers again, deepening the already heated kiss.

Sitting on his lap facing him, wrapped in his arms as both catch their breath and ease their racing hearts, with the musky smell of sex lingering around them, Y/N runs her fingers along his forehead, moving his hear out of his face so she can see those beautiful blue eyes she loves so much. “I need to go find me a room for the night and you need to go home and talk to Lizzy. I won’t be the other woman.”

“You’ve never been the other woman,” he assures her. “They were just a means to try and get over you.”

“You still need to go home,” she says going to move off his lap, only for him to pull her back down on it.

“You feel like home to me,” he says as he moves his hand to the back of her neck and massages it a little. “You are my home. Let me have tonight with you and I’ll talk to Lizzy in the morning.”

Against her better judgement, which was long gone by now, she nods and leans in, kissing him again.

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This week's writer's spotlight feature is: @pearynice! With twenty-eight Stranger Things works, they've written twenty-seven fics tagged with Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson!

Nominated by @hotluncheddie, they recommend the following works by peachesandpears:

Talk to Me

Personally

Starched Collars

In your eyes

they are so lovely and so talented!! so many short and sweet pieces - that so often seem to touch and soft squishy part hidden away within me, put a little bandaid on it <3 - @hotluncheddie

Below the cut, @pearynice answered some questions about their writing process and some of their recommended work!

Why do you write Steddie?

I’ve always loved the “opposites attract” trope. While Steddie is the first ship I’ve ever seriously written for, in the past this dynamic has always been my go to (ie: destiel lol) but Steddie specifically because I think Stranger Things is a great show with compelling characters, and that Eddie and Steve deserve a happy ending. And for me that happy ending will always have them with each other.

What’s your favorite trope to READ?

I love AUs. Love seeing the little blorbos in as many situations as possible. I love being able to see how writers take what we know about these characters and make it into a whole new story. (But especially a soulmate AU. I loveeee a soulmate AU.)

What’s your favorite trope to WRITE?

I think anyone who follows me can probably guess hurt/ comfort and fluff. I LOVE making these boys suffer and then smooch about it.

What’s your favorite Steddie fic?

AH okay I will scream about this fic until I’m blue in the face (I actually submitted an ask to this blog about it because I think it’s criminally under-viewed!) it’s As the World Falls Down by daeneryske on Ao3. I read this MONTHS ago and I still think about it all the time. It’s long but god I wish it would never end. I want to tattoo it on the inside of my eyelids.

Is there a trope you’re excited to explore in a future work but haven’t yet?

Yes!! I can’t say much because it’s for my Reverse Big Bang but they both contain tropes I’ve never worked with before and I’m so so excited to be writing both of them!!! I’m already having so much fun! And a goal of mine for 2024 is to broaden my writing horizons a little and explore tropes and topics that I haven’t yet, so I don’t really have any specifically in mind but that is my general plan!

What is your writing process like?

Very chaotic. I almost never write an outline. It’s pure vibes baby. And when I DO write an outline I almost never follow it (whoopsie) I feel like as I write the plot comes to me, and outlines tend to pigeon hole me so I can’t get myself out of writing slumps.

Do you have any writing quirks?

Maybe my overuse of italics? I also don’t really know how to describe it but sometimes when I’m writing heavy action scenes/ emotional scenes I’ll start and stop sentences before they’re complete sentences. Like: “Steve says nothing. Sits down next to his father and looks over his shoulder.” I don’t know if that’s a writing quirk or not lol but that tends to be how I structure my sentences.

Do you prefer posting when you’ve finished writing or on a schedule?

Definitely after I’ve finished. Once I’m on a deadline I psych myself out.

Which fic are you most proud of?

That’s such a hard one, because I think I’m proud of a lot of my fics but for very different reasons. I think if I had to choose, I’d pick Blood of the Covenant. It’s one of my more recent fics, and I had toyed around with a Wayne POV fic for such a long time before writing because I wanted to get it right. It was hard to find his voice but I think in the end I executed it well.

How did you get the idea for Talk to Me?

Well besties I dunno how personal we want to get here, but the inspo for this fic (and tbh a lot of my hurt/ comfort fics) is just based on my own experiences. Growing up my mom did not have the capacity to tend to the thoughts and emotions of her kids, ergo me pushing that shit into a Steddie fic. Obviously what I wrote as Steve’s experience and mine are not directly parallel, but that is how I got the idea.

When writing Starched Collars, what was something you didn’t expect?

That was my first heavy hurt/comfort fic that I wrote, and I remember being really blown away that people could relate so heavily to Steve’s experiences. I remember I had some comments saying that they felt really comforted seeing their own experiences reflected within Steve, and I just never expected my writing to be able provide that for someone.

What inspired Personally?

Well, again, we’re getting a little personal (babum tss)- but how I wrote Steve’s mom reacting to him mentioning the sunglasses is definitely how my own mom tends to react when I express any kind of negative emotion around her. In this case it was a lost parking stub instead of sunglasses.

What was your favorite part to write from Talk to Me?

The COMFORT- that’s always my favorite part. Making it better! (Although it is also a little fun leaving the angsty cliffhanger- but I will ALWAYS make my fics have a happy ending.) But also I’m a little in love with the idea I had that Eddie likes to rub on Steve’s stomach until he falls asleep. I thought that wrapped up the story very nicely.

How do/did you feel writing Personally?

It was honestly very therapeutic. I don’t think I’ve ever word-vomited out a fic more rapidly than I did for that one. I wrote that in my notes app in one afternoon, read through it once or twice, and posted. It was a relief to get all of that out in writing, and then even better to see that other people found comfort in what I had written.

What was the most difficult part of writing Starched Collars?

When I was first drafting the fic I was going to have Starched Collars and In Your Eyes (the kinda sorta sequel) be one in the same. I spent a long time trying to balance the two narratives, before I realized it was just too much to fit into one fic. Having both detracted from the other’s story too much, and eventually I had it just focusing on Steve. I think this was the best move but I spent so long trying to strike that balance before I scrapped it.

Do you have a favorite scene and/or line from any of your fics?

I don’t know if I can name any one scene or line as explicitly my favorite, but the final scene of Because it’s Steve it’s absolutely a favorite. That whole fic is very special to me because it reflects a lot of my own thoughts/feelings/experiences on being demi, and that final scene is just exactly how I experience my demisexuality. (I’m not sure how long this can be, but I’ll insert the passage here):

And they’re still in this disgusting bathroom. There’s still a toilet behind Eddie’s knees, but when Steve’s mouth meets his, it doesn’t matter. Because one of Steve’s arms wraps around his middle, his fingers dip into the spaces between his ribs, their chests touch, and it all feels so good. Because it’s Steve. And it’s still Steve who kisses him, still Steve who licks into his mouth, still Steve who nearly sends them both stumbling into the disgusting toilet. And because it’s Steve it’s so funny that Eddie can’t stop laughing, and there’s a blush high on Steve’s cheeks as he tells Eddie to stop it. But then Steve kisses him again. Asks if he wants to go and find Robin and Nancy. If he wants to dance. With him.

Do you have any upcoming projects or fics you’d like to share/promote?

YES. So Because it’s Steve is now a series: Demi/Virgin!Eddie, with all of Eddie’s firsts with Steve. This is very smutty but it’s also like, the sappiest, most disgustingly fluffy smut I’ve ever written. I would say it’s “schmoopy” but I was outed as an Old Lady on Discord because apparently no one uses that word anymore. ALSO- and maybe this is still too far away BUT I am working on TWO Reverse Big Bang pieces and… you guys… my artists are so talented and kind and their brains are so big and so far I’ve gotten along with each of them so well and I am already so excited to post these and we’ve only just begun. I cannot wait until we can make our visions into an entire fic!

Outside of these questions, Is there anything YOU would like to add?

YES- whoever nominated me for this (I don’t know if that’s something they’ll tell me??) THANK YOU- this is so sweet. I feel so honored that someone thought of me as deserving of this. There are so, so many authors you could've chosen and you chose ME! That’s just- insane. Thank you. And to anyone who has said they found my hurt/ comfort fics relatable in any way, I rain all of the platonic hugs/ forehead kisses/ handshakes/ high fives/ nods of the head upon you. ❤️✨

Thank you to our author, @pearynice, and our nominator, @hotluncheddie! See more of @pearynice's work featured on our page throughout the day!

Writer's Spotlight is every Wednesday! Want to nominate an author? You can nominate them here!

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Hey the increase in antisemitism is horrible. I want to do everything I can to help. Just so I know the right thing to do, does "listen to Jews and give us space to mourn" include listening to Zionist? Many of them are Jews. Many of them won't say they're Zionists, that they're Just Jews, and don't know why people Just Hate Jews now, while calling even the gentlest opposition to textbook war crimes antisemitic.

Like, you say Listen to Jews, and I think, sure that sounds good. And then on Twitter there is a guy with a giant star of David on a flag as his icon, saying All Us Jews Have a Right to Defend Ourselves and our Jewishness and what he means is the right to depopulate and flatten Gaza and turn it into a gleaming modern city free of arabs. And he is doing this under literally the flag of the star of david

So as a person concerned with justice and really trying to do the right thing, do I listen to that Jew? Because those are absolutely the loudest voices in the room right now,that's the army and the government and their loudest supporters, and most of the times I hear people say the word "antisemitism" what they mean is "not patronizing corporations that materially support genocide", and when they say "attack on Jews as bad as the Holocaust" they often mean "resistance to Israeli occupation of stolen land"

sorry i'm answering this four days late, tumblr mobile is awful about telling you when you have new asks lmfao

honestly the answer here is yes. you do listen to zionists. you actually should listen to jews who identify as zionists VERY closely for a few different reasons

zionism is a word that has very different meanings within and without jewish spaces. this is something i've talked about a lot on my blog, but basically, many jews use this to describe a feeling of connection to eretz israel, the land of the people israel, and doesn't inherently have anything to do with the israeli government. you should be able to find posts where i talk about this at this link [x]

you say so yourself that many people will say one thing and mean another, and that's definitely true, but the problem is that you won't know who's doing that without listening to them. many jews saying those exact things are very explicitly against the israeli government

along a similar vein, it's important to listen to why a jew says something is antisemitic. like yeah there are some people who equate any critique of medinas israel (the state of israel) as antisemitism, but there are also people who very rightfully have called out popular anti-zionist talking points as antisemitic and were then dismissed as zionist (even if this person very explicitly states that they are not a zionist). for example, when susan sarandon got fired, as people put it, "for attending a pro-palestinian rally." it was actually because she said the "people that are afraid of being jewish at this time... are getting a taste of what it feels like to be a muslim in [the united states]" [x] that statement is horrifically antisemitic because it 1) suggests that the rise in antisemitism (a 541% increase from last year as of last week [x]) is justified and 2) suggests that antisemitism is somehow a new thing in the us that jews are just now beginning to experience. in this instance it would be very important to listen to someone explain WHY they felt what she said was antisemitic, bc at first blush it just sounds like one of those cases of equating support for palestinian liberation with antisemitism

honestly i feel this is most important, which is why i put it last. to quote rami elhanan: “how will you get respect if you don’t give respect? once you are able to listen to the pain of the other, you can expect the other to listen to your pain." in that same talk, bassam aramin said “don’t claim that you own the truth always. people’s stories are their truth. you need to listen, respect, then the other side will listen to you and your pain." this was a lesson i learned because i'm a queer anarchist in kentucky; it was only when i listened to the people around me that i supposedly disagree such that i learned we agree on almost everything, and that was when we began yo see each other's humanity. another quote from aramin: "we didn’t meet as friends, no, we meet as enemies. but now we are family. and we had to start by talking to each other." the recording of the talk i attended hasn't been made public yet, but i posted a bunch of quotes from it here [x]

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crystalyssa35 · 7 months

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A General Guide to Writing Well, Now, & Consistently

In all my years writing, I have struggled with keeping writing as a fun and healthy habit. It took me five years (and many instances of writer's block and giving up) to actually have a basic set of guidelines to keep my writing going...

And I would like to share these "rules" with you all today!

Now, a bit of a disclaimer: developing the quality of your writing skills comes with time, research, and thinking. It may sound frustrating to hear, and you may hear it often, but the only way to get better at writing is to write and read often. Many times, just by jotting a silly thought down or reading fanfiction, you can spawn ideas without realizing it.

Now, to the list of tips that (I hope) will help you on your writing endeavors!

If you are not having fun writing your story, your readers will not have fun reading it. It sounds silly, but it's true! If you're enjoying your writing, you're more likely to write more and input more ideas into it!

Even if you have people to check your works, reread them on your own anyway. This may be a little frustrating tip for some, but let me tell you: I used to HATE checking my own stuff. The worst way I learned that personally checking it is a necessity was when my aunt checked it and pointed out tens of mistakes within my grammar, storyline, and characters. Check yo work, it will save you a LOT of embarrassment in the future.

Write anything. Read everything. As ambiguous and obscure as it will sound, it makes sense with context. As I mentioned before, the only way to get better at writing is to write and read often. Write anything your mind desires, that's simple enough. But read EVERYTHING; not only books, blogs, and articles, but also games, texts with friends, billboards, pictures with text, and (sorry, students) even homework as well. You'll be surprised how much your vocabulary expands when you actually pay attention to anything that is written (for me, it was video games. Seven-year old me knew vocabulary that I was taught in seventh grade because of it). And on that note...

Research what you don't know. Please, this one is genuinely important (I'm biased because it's one of my pet peeves). This includes words you don't know the definition of, spelling, and even generic, real-life information you want to add into your stories (e.g. I actually spent four hours researching how gemstones are categorized for my sci-fi story: Eco-Adstrum). Unfortunately, sometimes researching and fact-checking your ideas before writing them down can prove to be unmotivating, especially when you're wrong. But, it's always good to stay optimistic and be creative enough to twist the actual fact to mold it to your stories. Unless you're writing non-fiction, then maybe don't do that last bit.

If you have no ideas, keep wiggling your pencil. To those that recognize that phrase, yes, it is not my own. This is a piece of writing from former Tumblr user "officialtheonite" (I was only able to find the post because it has been reblogged multiple times) and their fifth grade writing teacher. Essentially, even if you have no ideas, keep writing. Write ANYTHING, even if it doesn't make sense. You will always be able to double-check it later and you will save yourself a lot of wasted time sitting around trying to stir the soup in your brain.

Balance the usage of your names and pronouns. To this day, I still struggle with this. I tend to use an abundance of pronouns when I'm referring to a character, so much so that sometimes, it becomes unclear on if we are still talking about aforementioned character or if we're talking about a different character entirely. Use names when the focus or action of a character is on stage; use pronouns if we are still talking about said character (even if we are talking about the same character, make sure you at least reiterate their name when there's a new paragraph).

I'll be editing and reworking this list as time goes on. I hope these tips can be of use so some of you all. Feel free to ask me any questions if needed. Enjoy writing and keep at it! I believe in you all!

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khaire-traveler · 2 months

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hi stag!!

apologies in advance if you've made a post about this before (i did try going through your pinned before sending this) but how do you remove offerings? like, once i offer a material object to a deity, what... happens..... is there a formal way to recall it? how long does it have to sit on an altar before it can be removed? do i need to perform any kind of ritual??

sorry, that's a lot. i love your blog so i respect your opinion and wanted to hear your thoughts/experiences <3

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Hey there, Nonny, thank you for the ask, and no worries! I believe I've answered this in another ask, but it's likely lost within the endless maze of my many posts. Also, thank you for checking my pinned post; I appreciate that. <3

Since I'm unsure what context this is in, I'll provide a list of different scenarios where you'd be removing something from an altar. Hopefully, one of these scenarios applies to you!

If you're removing a perishable offering (food, drink, or likewise), you have the option to consume, burn, dispose of, or bury it. I usually consume these offerings, but I let my deities know I'm doing that before consuming it. I usually consume offerings given to Ouranic or Earth-bound deities, but I don't consume offerings given to Chthonic deities as it doesn't feel right to me. I usually bury or dispose of Chthonic offerings. My logic in burying them (only if environmentally safe) is returning the offering to the earth in a sense. Similarly to how the ancient believed burning offerings allowed the smoke to travel to Olympus, I believe the burying offerings allowed it to return to the Chthonic deities they're being offered to. I don't personally burn Ouranic offerings, by the way, but you're more than welcome to do so if you have a safe place to burn them (if safe to do so). Burning Ouranic offerings was commonplace in Ancient Greece, specifically with meat such as beef or lamb. If you plan on disposing of an offering, I'd let the deity know that you're not doing so out of disrespect. When I say this, I find that deities are understanding with my reasoning. Also, don't leave perishable offerings on your altar for too long! For your own safety, make sure these offerings aren't rotting or molding on the altar; dispose of them in whatever manner you deem fitting as soon as signs of rot begin to show (although I recommend getting rid of them much sooner). Mold is toxic to most humans, and it's best not to risk that.

If you're removing an object from your altar that you no longer wish to be an offering, I recommend discussing this with the deity first. Inform them of your intentions and reasons (if comfortable sharing reasoning), let them know it's not meant out of disrespect, give them an offering such as water or a tasty treat as a show of goodwill, and allow them some time with the object before removing it (no more than a day, I'd say, because you don't want them to think you're no longer removing it). In my experience, allowing the deity some extra time with the object provides them the time they need to remove their energy and connection from it. There may still be some residual energy left over at first, but that energy should fade over time as the object is kept away from the altar. I've had to take objects off of altars before, and the most important thing is communication throughout the process - letting them know your intentions and emphasizing it's not out of disrespect. I recommend trying to replace the object with something else later on, but in my experience, you don't have to do this; I try to do this when I can, but I'm not always able to, and deities have been understanding of that. I don't believe any sort of ritual is required to do this, but if you'd like to do one, you certainly can.

If you're removing an object from your altar that you STILL wish to be an offering, my advice is still to discuss this with the deity. Let them know that, although the object is no longer on their altar, they're still welcome to associate their energy with it and view it as an offering. I don't feel a food or drink offering is needed for this, since you're not necessarily taking something away - you're just moving it - but you're welcome to give an offering if you feel called to. Again, the most important thing in this is communication; always be sure that you're effectively communicating your intentions to the deity.

There is no formal way of recalling or removing an offering from an altar. I would base what you do on what you feel is right and respectful, first and foremost. Deities tend to be pretty understanding, and even if they are upset by the removal of the object, they'll likely move on from that over time. An important thing to remember if they're upset is that you can be mad at someone and still love them. It's ok if they aren't entirely pleased by the news; it's not likely to ruin your entire relationship with them. I say that as long as you are respectful and communicative, it'll likely go well.

I hope this helps and provides you with the information you were looking for! Feel free to reach out again if needed. Take care, and have a good day/night. <3

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fanfiction being bad is actually a good thing

sorry that one post has just put me into a musing mood abt like. the way people respond to "bad writing" in fanfiction. so i have written a little essay xx

anyway. first off, any measure of "bad writing" is going to be inherently subjective, whether or not people want to acknowledge that. no matter what critera you use to try and claim that ur measure is more "objective," you will still be able to find published fiction that does not meet those criteria, which is part of the reason that i think it is ridiculous in the first place to act as though "book" and "fanfiction" are two diametrically opposed categories of literature in which "book" = good writing and "fanfiction" = bad writing such that the only way to express a book is bad is to claim it's "more like fanfiction than a book" and the only way to elevate fanfiction is to claim that it's "more like a book than fanfiction." and of course there are all the underlying issues with classism racism ableism etc when buying into the myth of the meritocracy of publishing.

but even acknowledging that any measure of "bad writing" is going to be subjective, i don't think it's unfair to cultivate your own standards for what makes writing good versus bad. everyone is going to do that anyway, so what's more important to me is that a person understands what factors are influencing their measurement and acknowledges the subjectivity inherent to this sort of critique. and i do think, generally speaking, that media which exists within a profit economy is fair game for critique as to whether it is "good" or "bad," as i have talked about before on my blog. and i think depending on what criteria you are using to define bad, there will be instances where it makes more or less sense to make normative judgments about the popularity of such media. for example--if someone says "marvel movies shouldn't [normative judgment] be so popular because the writing is cringey," i find that a less compelling argument than "marvel movies shouldn't be so popular because they are military propaganda."

but i don't think that sort of critique about whether writing is "good" or "bad" has a place in fanfiction spaces. aside from the fact that fanfiction exists primarily outside of any profit economy, the reason that you will likely encounter more "bad" writing in fanfiction is that it's a space where many people are actively learning how to write--and that's a good thing. the only way for someone to become a good writer is to do a lot of bad writing first, so i actually think it's great that there's a bunch of shitty fanfiction out there on the internet--every bad fic u come across is a developing writer who's honing their craft, and they've found a perfect space to do so.

and yet i see "bad writing" get brought up a lot regarding fanfiction in two specific ways.

1. the idea outlined above, where people devalue fanfiction as a whole and act as though "fanfiction" is synonymous with "bad writing" or somehow an inferior medium.

i see this happening both with people who scoff at fanfiction and with people who try to redeem or elevate fanfiction by placing it in closer proximity to published books (i.e., THIS fic isn't like those other, shitty fics! this one is as good as [insert classic novel/published author/etc here]!!").

quite frankly i think this is evidence that these people have bought wholeheartedly into the publishing industry's myth of meritocracy, something that we should seriously question. but if anything, i also find it sad because i think it is a very limiting way to view fanfiction, which is its own unique art form in my opinion. fanfiction has its own conventions and strengths independent of published fiction, and there are many stylistic and structural elements unique to fanfiction that just don't really work in published books. for example--those 15k oneshots you'll come across every so often with lowercase song titles and prose that kicks your teeth in. that is a style of writing that is pretty unique to fanfic. or those sprawling, 400k+ works where tons of time is spent meandering through characters' lives and relationships--those, too, are somewhat unique to fanfiction, as in published books stories tend to get pared down more. i think those who want to convince people that fanfiction is good should spend less time trying to place it in proximity to published fiction and more time considering how fanfiction functions as a unique art form that is worthy of merit thanks to its uniquity

2. people who throw a fit when they see a fanfic with "bad writing" get attention and praise. usually i see this happen if a fic gets some measure of popularity--suddenly, people will begin to pop up talking about how the fic has "bad writing," and therefore shouldn't be popular.

i think that what gets me with these folks, aside from how obviously their own subjectivity regarding what makes writing good or bad has gone unexamined, is how....vindictive they seem. as if the idea that something they deem "bad" writing could ever be widely enjoyed is personally offensive to them. and i just think this sort of behavior is so stupid for two reasons--first, of course, there is the obvious issue of subjectivity. even if you think something is badly written, your opinion isn't somehow more important to the world than everyone else's. if other people are enjoying a fic, clearly they do not agree with your subjective opinion, and that's fine! you don't have to read a fic if you don't like it, and you can let other people enjoy the story. they are reading the exact same writing as you, and they can draw their own independent conclusions about how good or bad they think it is.

but second--you are not doing anyone any good by screaming about how bad a fic's writing is. like. i think there is perhaps this idea of like "oh this writer is bad but their writing is popular and everyone is telling them it's good, which means they are going to think their bad writing is good and keep writing badly forever." which, again, disregarding the obvious subjectivity, i just....don't think is true. like--if someone is writing badly, and people are going "hey i like this story keep it up!" what will most likely happen is that that person will keep writing, developing their skill the more they write and becoming a better writer. like, it's pretty difficult for writing to just remain stagnant; your writing will change the more you write, inevitably. especially when it comes to fanfiction, where many people are, again, developing their writing skill. but if someone is writing badly, and people are going "boo this sucks!" that writer is much less likely to do the actual thing that would make their writing better (keep writing) and instead more likely to just. stop altogether. in which case it's just like--congratulations on removing some more art from the world! cunt.

anyway. the conclusion i am trying to get at here is that i think people need to stop being so preoccupied with "bad writing" in fanfiction spaces. it's impossible to objectively measure the "goodness" or "badness" of writing in the first place, and trying to do so for any purpose other than making personal decisions about whether you want to read something or like, discussing in private groupchats with friends, usually just results in driving developing writers away from writing entirely and promoting the myth of meritocracy in publishing such that we reify the book/fanfiction dichotomy in which fanfiction will always be assumed to be inferior.

#ranting and raving #txt

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venus-haze · 2 years

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The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter - Part 3 (Yandere!Austin!Elvis x Reader)

Summary: The tension rises in the week leading up to your wedding to Elvis. Torn between your desire to live your own life again and your emotional obligations toward him, you make a decision that backfires horribly and only sends you further down the aisle.

Notes: Thank you all for your patience in my uploading this part and also for the overall support for this series. This is the last part of the series, and I hope this lives up to everyone’s expectations. I will be writing a prequel part, but I’d like to focus on the requests I’ve gotten recently. Please look at the warnings before reading. Do not interact with this post or my blog if you are under 18 or post ED/thinspo content.

Word Count: 5.2k

Warnings: This is a yandere fic, so expect dark themes such as emotional blackmail, obsessive and manipulative behavior, and abuse of power, which some people may find disturbing or triggering. Emetophobia warning for one short part of the fic. Also brief mentions of blood toward the end. Again, do not interact if you are under 18.

Prequel | Part 1 | Part 2

The calendar on the wall seemed to be mocking you as each passing day was marked off with a giant black ‘X’, inching closer and closer to the wedding day. You hardly had time to think with all of the planning–floral arrangements and dresses and cake tastings. Your mind was barely treading water at that point, and you tried desperately to keep yourself from drowning in your imminent despair at what seemed to be your fate set in stone.

As you had expected, Graceland became a zoo not longer after you and Elvis arrived from Vegas. It was always like that, and you welcomed it. Graceland offered you undoubtedly more freedom, from walks on the property to being able to hang out with people other than Elvis without having to worry about him unnecessarily escalating the situation. Being home seemed to mellow out Elvis some, as you found yourself enjoying his company again. Still, you couldn’t shake his erratic and downright behavior from your mind. You couldn’t rely on being at Graceland all the time, not when Elvis was still being managed by the Colonel, who wanted him out making as much money as possible.

You felt a headache coming on as you sat in the living room, rubbing your eyes to hopefully get some relief. You’d been up since early that morning to squeeze in all of the wedding planning appointments. No matter how much time you had, you felt like you’d never be ready. Less than a week was hardly enough time to get everything together, but Elvis wanted at least a week for the honeymoon before he had to prepare for his upcoming tour, so you had no choice but to oblige.

The wedding was short notice for your family, and only your sister Kathy would be able to attend. You couldn’t help but wonder if that was deliberate on Elvis’ part, to keep you from anyone who would potentially see through the facade of the happy couple. It wasn’t like many other people were going to be there on your behalf anyway. You couldn’t remember the addresses of your LA friends and figured they had probably moved within the three years you had been gone anyway.

Shuffling into the bathroom, you grabbed aspirin from the medicine cabinet and took two. Leaning on the counter, you studied your reflection. The woman staring back at you seemed like a stranger before anything else. Tilting your head and moving your hand back and forth in front of the mirror, it certainly was you, but you hadn’t felt like yourself in weeks. You felt as though you couldn’t completely blame Elvis for that, perhaps you’d made it too easy to get to this point, allowing your work and personal lives to blend so seamlessly together for the past three years. After all, no one seemed surprised when you and Elvis started ‘dating’.

You were startled by a knock at the door and promised you’d be out in a minute. Quickly washing your hands and straightening out your appearance, you opened the door to see Elvis waiting for you.

“Hi, honey,” you said, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

His eyebrows were furrowed in concern. “You alright, darlin’?”

“Yeah, just a little tired, I’ve been busy the past few days.”

“I’m sorry, baby. I’d say you’ll have plenty of time to rest during the honeymoon, but I can’t promise that,” he said with a grin, leaning over to kiss you softly. “I can’t wait to make you my wife.”

“Me too,” you answered, as if there were any other response you could give. “I have table settings to look at, but I’ll talk to you at dinner, okay?”

He gave you one more kiss before you walked into the dining room, at least a dozen table settings in your favorite color on display. It was your second to last wedding-related appointment for the day, and you chugged along, listening to whoever had come in explain the options to you before you picked which one you liked best. Elvis had left almost all of the planning to you, saying that he trusted your taste. Having some space from him during the day was nice, at least, even if it was to focus on your impending wedding.

The evenings, depending on how his day had gone, would set the tone for the rest of the night. Usually, there’d be a dozen or so people crammed into the dining room to eat, whoever happened to be over that day. You welcomed the buffer for Elvis’ moods, in all honesty. As the wedding grew closer, he acted more and more like himself, or what you thought was himself for all those years. You found yourself letting your guard down a bit, allowing yourself to enjoy the glimpses of the man you loved. Unfortunately, you knew it wouldn’t last, it was only a matter of time before something set him off.

Dinner that night had been fine, even when you informed him that you’d have to go into Memphis the next day to take care of some things before the wedding. He didn’t like you leaving Graceland much, but he didn’t put up much of a fight when you told him, he’d be sending one of his security guards with you anyway. He always claimed it was for your safety, but you knew it was so someone could keep an eye on you while he wasn’t around.

You could feel yourself becoming tired, the clock reading a little past ten, but you’d been up since seven that morning, almost constantly doing something since then. You excused yourself to go upstairs to bed. A few minutes after you got up there, you heard the door open, and felt a pair of arms wrap around your bare torso.

“I didn’t know all the plannin’ for the wedding would wear you out so much, baby,” Elvis said, kissing the crook of your neck. “You want me to go with you tomorrow?”

You considered how you were going to answer. You absolutely didn’t want him going to Memphis with you, it’d be impossible to get anything done with all of the chaos his being out would cause, even with his security detail. However, you knew if you answered ‘no’ too quickly, he’d think something was going on.

“I don’t want to bother you,” you said, placing your hands over his. “You’re so busy yourself, and you really need to rest before the tour. It’s two weeks straight of shows; I know that takes a toll on you.”

“Always lookin’ out for me, huh?”

“It’s what I do best.”

“I can think of a few other things,” he teased.

You let yourself laugh since the situation hadn’t escalated. Yet again, you wondered why he couldn’t be this way all the time. Gently, he turned you around, pressing his lips to yours. Caressing his cheek, you kissed him back, only pulling away when you could feel sleep creeping up on you.

“Sorry, honey,” you said, fighting back a yawn.

He smiled. “Go to bed, baby. I don’t wanna ruin your beauty sleep. I’ll join ya in a minute.”

You nodded, feeling like a zombie as you made your way over to the bed. As soon as your head hit the pillow, you were out until your alarm woke you up the next morning. You groaned, hitting the clock and throwing an arm over your eyes. Absolutely no part of you wanted to get up, but you forced yourself to. Elvis was still asleep, not starting his day until after you did. You’d always been concerned about his non-existent sleep schedule, especially how dependent his sleep was on whatever cocktail of medications that Dr. Nick prescribed him. It wasn’t healthy, the residency and back-to-back shows that gave him little room to actually rest. Part of you wondered if he was too far gone, that he wouldn’t accept the help if he were offered. You’d heard Priscilla talk about rehab once, but never heard anything else of it.

Looking at him as you got ready for the day, your chest filled with simultaneous affection and hurt. You loved him, and for that reason you knew you couldn’t marry him. Once your emotional obligation to him was legally binding, you wouldn’t be able to get out, you’d never be able to bring yourself to leave him. The guilt at the thought of making him go through a divorce yet again overwhelmed you. It’d destroyed him, was one of the major factors in his behavior toward you. Not to mention, you were terrified of the person he’d become after that, what poor girl would end up even worse off than you. You couldn’t think of anyone you’d wish that on, not even that bathroom showgirl.

You glanced at the clock, realizing you were going to be late for your first appointment if you didn’t get moving. You ran down the stairs to the front door, where someone from Elvis’ security detail was already waiting for you. Even though he drove you everywhere and was always waiting within a few feet of you, the freedom of being away from Graceland, from Elvis, was invigorating. You couldn’t give up on your own life so easily, just to satisfy him. Still, you were at a loss as to what you could do.

After the first appointment of the day, which was with a local hairdresser about doing your hair for the wedding, you went to yet another cake tasting and then to the florist. Half the day had gone by, and the security guard, who hadn’t said a word to you up until that point, asked if you wouldn’t mind if he stopped and got coffee somewhere. You agreed, hoping to have a few minutes to yourself.

He pulled up to a coffee shop that was up the street, and you got out of the car with him.

“I’m just going to stretch my legs, get some fresh air,” you explained.

He stared at you for a moment, as if he didn’t believe you, but nodded before going into the coffee shop. Your mind raced with what you could do with the few minutes you’d been given that were truly your own. Looking around, you recognized this part of Memphis. There was a Greyhound station nearby. You had a few hundred bucks in your purse, more than enough to get you somewhere far away and a motel for a few nights. The rational part of your brain was telling you to take the risk, to run as far as you could, but all you had gathered the courage to do was walk over to a nearby payphone. You knew it’d be best for you to go, but your mind was filled with thoughts of him begging you not to leave, how you were all he had left.

You felt like some paranoid gangster looking over your shoulder every few seconds and calling from an outside line, but you couldn’t risk someone overhearing the phone call if you made it back at Graceland. Even this small act felt like a major betrayal toward Elvis compared to your fleeting thoughts of running away. Your hands shook as you dialed the only person you knew would be willing to hear out your side of the story. When your sister answered the line, you could barely hear her from the blood that seemed to be rushing in your ears.

“Kathy, hey,” you said.

“Y/N! I’m actually just packing for the wedding,” she said cheerfully.

“I–I need to talk to you about that.”

“What is it?”

“I don’t wanna do it,” you said, feeling yourself getting choked up.

“It’s okay to be nervous before getting married. I don’t think I’ve ever met someone who wasn’t.”

“No, not like that. It wasn’t my idea, and I don’t want to get married to him. He told me if I didn’t he’d–well, he didn’t exactly say it, but he went to get one of his guns and I got so scared I just agreed,” you explained, crying by the time you finished your sentence.

Kathy was silent on the other end of the line. You knew it was a lot to spring on her with no warning, but it wasn’t like you had many other options. It was too late to try to run now, you’d wasted too much time being afraid. This had to count for something.

“You still there?” you whispered.

“Yeah,” she said, her voice soft, “Christ, Y/N, I had no idea. Where are you calling from? Are you safe?”

“I’m calling from a payphone in Memphis. I didn’t want anyone eavesdropping, and I wouldn’t put it past him to bug the phones either. Someone’s always watching me over there, ya know? Even now he’s got someone with me.”

“Look, I’ll be there in a few days. I can’t come any sooner than then, but if you need anything, you call me, okay?”

The man walked out with his coffee, and you wiped your eyes as best as you could. “Yeah, thanks Kathy.”

“Sure, Y/N. See you in a few days,” she said.

You hung up, making your way back over. He thankfully didn’t question your call. There were still a handful of other stops you had to make in Memphis before returning to Graceland for the evening. You felt like a weight had been lifted off of your shoulders with finally being able to tell someone what was really going on. Kathy probably wouldn’t be able to help you much, realistically, but maybe she could come up with something.

The rest of the day went smoothly, and you got back to Graceland feeling better than you had in a long time. It was odd, though, there were significantly less people around than on a usual night. You weren’t complaining, sometimes all the visitors could get overwhelming, especially when you had a long day but still felt the need to be a good hostess. It had been weird taking on that role when that had previously fallen on Priscilla.

Elvis had opened the front door by the time you walked up the steps to the mansion. He gave you a kiss, pulling you inside.

“Hey honey, how was your day?” you asked.

“It was fine, baby,” he said. “Runnin’ through Memphis today, huh?”

You nodded. “Felt like it. Is dinner ready?”

“In a few minutes,” he said, putting his arm around you and leading you into the dining room.

You noticed only two plates were set at the table. “Is everyone else going out?”

“Figured it’d be nice if dinner was just us for tonight,” he said. “I know how tired you’ve been lately.”

Your smile was strained as you looked up at him. “You’re so sweet, thank you.”

The two of you waited in the living room together for the food to be brought out. Being in Graceland while it was so devoid of people was chilling, as if you were in a haunted house. You couldn’t remember the place being this empty before, and the familiar uneasiness whenever you were around Elvis settled over you.

You hadn’t realized you zoned out until Elvis was waving his hand in front of you.

“Did you hear me, darlin’? Dinner’s ready.”

“Right, sorry,” you said, joining him in the dining room.

You sat adjacent to his seat at the head of the table. He liked you close by. You helped yourself to the food that was set out on the table, unnerved by the silence in the room besides the clinking of plates and utensils.

“Your sister called,” Elvis said nonchalantly.

“What’d she have to say?” you asked, your eyes fixed on your plate.

“Said you’d called her in hysterics, something about me threatenin’ to kill you to get you to marry me.”

You froze, trying to stay as visibly calm as you could. “I don’t know what she’s talking about.”

“No? Well, that’s good. I got everything straightened out, let her know you were just stressed and hadn’t been gettin’ much sleep,” he said, before pointing his steak knife at you. “But if you ever run and tell someone else our personal goddamn business again, I’ll actually kill you.”

I wish you would.

He looked at you in disbelief. “What did you just say?”

“What?” you asked, before realizing you said the quiet part out loud. Your eyes widened. You had no idea how to respond.

“So you can leave me like everyone else, that it?”

You shook your head. “No, no, I wasn’t thinking. I’m sorry.”

“I thought I got all that bullshit outta your head before we left Vegas, but we’re gettin’ married in less than a week, and you pull this?”

You could tell he was getting angrier with each passing second. Instead of responding, you ran. His voice seemed muffled as he shouted after you, and you found yourself in an empty guest room. It was the one you used to stay in when you’d go to Graceland, back when you were just Elvis’ assistant. Before all of this happened, before he decided he was in love with you–or something.

He was undoubtedly searching for you now, and you knew how the night was going to end. That much was inevitable from his mood as soon as you got home. As soon as he got the call from your sister, he was going to raise Cain. Numbness washed over you, muting any other emotion that threatened to bubble over. This was the rest of your life, whether you liked it or not.

When he found you a few minutes later, you hardly reacted when he came in, raging at you for making him think you had actually left. You let out the faintest laugh at that. If only he’d known how close you’d come to doing so before you made the mistake of calling your sister. You didn’t even know how you could face Kathy at the wedding in a few days’ time.

Again, you supposed some of the blame could be put on yourself. You squandered your opportunity to leave because you were afraid of hurting him, after everything he’d done to you. You didn’t want to admit to yourself how you loved him to the point of putting yourself in danger, and perhaps at this point you’d come to need him as much as he needed you.

“Please, Y/N,” he implored, reaching over to caress your cheek. “I love you.”

You let out a shaky sigh, “I love you too. I love you so much.”

“Then why’d you tell Kathy all of that?”

“You scare me sometimes.”

“Darlin’, I only get this way because I can’t lose you. You know that, I get jealous and protective of you. That don’t mean you have to make up lies.”

“Lies?”

“I proposed to you on that stage in front of all those people. You said yes. Where’d you get all that nonsense about me pullin’ a gun?”

“You told me to go up to your room before the show even happened. When I said I didn’t think marrying you would be a good idea, you lost it and went for your gun case.”

“I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about.”

You sat up from the bed, pushing his hand away from you. “You’re not going to make me out to be the crazy one here.”

“Yeah? And who’s going to take your word over mine when your own sister won’t?” he asked. “I’m tryin’ to be gentle with you. I know you got real scared that night in Vegas, but it’s like nothin’s enough for you.”

“You’re enough for me! Just you, how you used to be, when you were nice and funny and my friend! That’s who I want to marry next week!”

“That’s who you are marryin’.”

“No,” you whispered. “No, you’re not him. You’re someone I don’t even know.”

“You really are crazy.”

“Yeah, for loving you anyway. I shouldn’t, but I do. Against every self-preservation instinct I have, I’m not going to leave because I love you too much, even when you’re jealous and irrational and scare me half to death, I love you.”

“That’s why I need you. No one else loves those parts of me.”

“I know.”

“Let’s just go to bed, baby. I’ll forget this whole thing if you do.”

It seemed like forgetting incidents like that was becoming the touchstone of your relationship. You couldn’t believe he tried to tell you he never went for his gun case that day, as if the fear you felt in that moment didn’t shake you to your very core and cause you to realize the man you were about to marry wasn’t the man you’d fallen in love with when you first became his assistant. You were tired of fighting, though. So you nodded in agreement, allowing him to lead the way to your shared bedroom and pretend for the next week that everything was fine.

You decided to cancel whatever wedding planning appointments were remaining. Whatever you’d chosen so far would suffice. You weren’t going to lose sleep over a wedding you didn’t even want anyway. Of course, the night leading up to the ceremony you couldn’t sleep.

Kathy had arrived at Graceland the night before, and as much as you wanted to give her the cold shoulder, it was nice having family around, and neither she nor Elvis mentioned the phone call you’d made prior to her arrival.

Early in the morning, you were overcome with nausea, and ran into a bathroom in the hallway, not wanting to wake Elvis up. In doing so, you woke up Kathy, who made her way into the bathroom with a glass of water for you.

“It’s just nerves,” she assured you. “Completely normal before getting married. You know I’ve heard it’s all over in a flash. That’s why you get all the photographers and stuff, the day is such a blur you don’t remember a thing.”

You hoped as much to be true. As little of the wedding as you could remember, the better. You were relegated to the top floor of Graceland leading up to the ceremony, since the main floor was being transformed for the following reception, which you knew would end up leaving that part of the house a mess, but it wouldn’t be your concern. As soon as the reception was over, you and Elvis would be headed to Hawaii for a hopefully uneventful honeymoon, but you held your breath at that.

Kathy was your maid of honor, you didn’t have anyone else in your wedding party. As far as you knew, Elvis’ best man was Jerry, and Vernon would be walking you down the aisle since your own father couldn’t make it. Elvis was insistent on not seeing you until the ceremony, whether for tradition’s sake or because he truly believed the superstition that seeing the bride in her dress before the ceremony would mean bad luck, you didn’t know.

Even going the whole morning without seeing him, his presence was looming. Everyone was there for Elvis Presley’s wedding, bride be damned. You didn’t mind, it was more for him, anyway. Certainly not the shotgun wedding you had originally expected, but as more guests arrived and the time for the ceremony grew nearer, you wished the two of you had just gotten it over with at a courthouse.

“Y/N, you gotta hurry up, the photographers want you outside for photos,” Kathy said through the bedroom door.

“I just need help with this one part of my dress,” you said. “It’s in the back, and I can’t reach it.”

“Y/N, you look beautiful. Here, let me help you with that,” she said when she entered the room.

“Any word from my future husband?”

“Not that I’ve heard. You ready?”

“No, but I guess I’ll never be,” you answered.

When you had gone to follow her outside to the photographers, you were taken aback by how much Graceland had transformed. It was a gorgeous house to begin with, but with the decorations you had picked out, it looked like a fairytale. You had to admit, as much as you pushed back on the swan ice sculpture when Elvis mentioned wanting one, it did look really nice.

You didn’t have much time to gawk before you were pulled in all sorts of directions by the photographers waiting outside. You weren’t sure why there couldn’t be just one, but apparently Elvis wanted as much of the event documented as possible. The bridal photos took an hour to do, and by the end of it you could feel yourself sweating and were ready for the whole thing to be over with.

Farther back on Graceland’s property, the ceremony had been set up, with rows of chairs out for everyone and a platform toward the front where Elvis was speaking to the minister, a preacher from a local church who the Presleys had known for years. Now confronted with the reality of the ceremony, any calm you had over the past few days had disappeared. At least with getting your hair and makeup done and putting the dress on, you could pretend it was dress up, distance yourself from what was actually going on. As you heard the faint ‘Here Comes the Bride’ melody playing, you began to hyperventilate.

Kathy began rubbing circles on your back. “Y/N, hey, just take deep breaths.”

“I can’t do this,” you said, pleading with Kathy. “Don’t make me do this.”

“It’ll be fine.”

“I told you I don’t want to. Why did you tell him?”

“Don’t try to ruin a good thing, Y/N. Do you know how many women would kill to be in your place?”

“Let them have it, then. I don’t want it,” you said.

“It’s your cue,” she said. “The ceremony will be over before you know it.”

She led you to the end of the aisle, a gorgeous carpet that had been laid out, with the flower petals you’d chosen strewn about. Kathy wiped away the mascara that had run down your face a bit, and gave you a hug before going to stand with the rest of the wedding party. You gave a tight-lipped smile to Vernon, who seemed to be somewhat sympathetic.

“Nerves got ya?” he asked.

“Something like that,” you answered.

He nodded to the woman behind the keyboard, who began playing ‘Here Comes the Bride’ again, and you had to fight the urge to pass out. As you walked down the aisle, tears fell from your eyes. You were sure everyone in attendance was making note of how happy you were on the special day. It did make your heart pang a little when you saw Elvis’ expression, how he could hardly hold back his own tears at the sight of you.

Vernon brought you up to Elvis, who took your trembling hand in his. Your chest felt tighter than ever as you turned to face the minister.

“You’re so beautiful,” Elvis whispered so only you could hear. “I’m the luckiest man alive.”

You couldn’t answer, unable to trust yourself not to beg for him to call the whole thing off. You wouldn’t be like Priscilla, who was able to leave even after having Elvis’ child. No, this was it for you.

Your head was spinning by the time the minister got to the vows, and all you could manage was a soft-spoken, “I do,” when it was your turn. Till death do us part. He’d make sure of that much.

A whirlwind of emotions overtook you when the minister announced, “I now pronounce you man and wife, you may kiss the bride.”

Elvis pulled you in for a heated kiss, to the cheers and applause from the guests in attendance and shuttering cameras of the photographers. It was too much like his ‘proposal’ to you, public and damning with approval from an unassuming audience. After the stunt with your sister, he probably figured he needed to make sure you were stuck with as many witnesses as possible to your willingness to marry him.

Before you could process that he had pulled away, he led you back down the aisle, everyone’s eyes on the two of you. The photographers began shepherding you and Elvis all over the place for wedding photos that you’d probably never be able to bring yourself to look at. Most of the guests were making their way over to the house for the reception, and about half an hour later, you and Elvis were too.

“I can’t believe you’re my wife,” he said with a bright smile, kissing your hand.

“Me either,” you said.

Satisfied with that answer, he kissed you again. The guests seated inside erupted in cheers and applause yet again when you and Elvis entered, and you two were ushered over to the head table. You hoped to god no one would ask you to make any sort of speech, what could you even say?

You and Elvis sat together, and when Jerry went to make his speech as best man, you nearly threw up when he referred to you two as “Mr. and Mrs. Presley.” That was it. The first day of the rest of your life. As your eyes landed on every person staring at you and your now husband, you thought about how complacent they all were, how they let it happen.

You were shocked when Elvis stood up to speak, to the delight of everyone present. “This wasn’t planned or nothin’, but I gotta say somethin’. Thank y’all for comin’ today. This is my second go at this, but I know it’s with the right woman this time. At my lowest, instead of runnin’ off like other people did, Y/N stood by me, because she really loves me, even when I’m actin’ foolish and ornery. That’s hard to find nowadays,” he said. “Y/N, baby, I love you.”

“I love you too,” you whispered.

He kissed you again, this time more quickly as someone else stood up to give a toast. “Elvis, Y/N, all my best. I can’t think of a better couple. When are you gonna get started on kids?”

You hadn’t realized how tightly you’d been gripping your glass until part of it shattered at the mention of kids, slicing into your hand. The sound of everyone’s laughter drowned out the glass breaking. Quickly, you hid it under the table, hoping no one noticed, only to hiss in pain when Elvis grabbed it. You looked at him in confusion, and he squeezed your wounded hand tighter, leaning in to whisper in your ear.

“Think they know we beat ‘em to that one?”

“What?”

“You don’t think your glass has got any alcohol in it, do ya?”

You gasped. “Oh my god. How did you–”

“Know? You’ve been throwin’ up every mornin’ for the past two weeks. I know that ain’t nerves,” he said, before smirking a bit, “‘Sides, if I’m wrong, we got the whole honeymoon to work on it.”

You looked down at your hand and found that the blood was still flowing, staining your dress beyond salvation.

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Classpect analysis notes under the cut!

Spent the last 2-3 weeks classpecting with the Book Club and here's what we largely came to agree on for MY classpects. I came to the discussion thinking "Thief of Doom" but I guess things just change! Most of us went into this with "which classpect would present the biggest challenge for me" so most of my notes take on... challenging qualities.

I'll try to post everyone else's final classpects + notes in this blog eventually (soon).

🩸 PRINCE OF BLOOD 👑

Princes are individuals who either lack their Aspect or outright reject their Aspect and are defined by their struggle to come to terms with it

The Prince of Blood may start out as an individual who struggles with relationships

They would have difficulties forging new friendships, maintaining bonds, and finding meaning within the company of others

They resent the ties that bind them to people, most likely due to their overwhelming need to honor obligations at any cost

Their highly competent nature is sought out by others but is rarely rewarded, putting this Prince at risk of being exploited if they are not discriminating in the company they keep (like Pages)

The Prince’s mean independence streak can border on the extreme if they don’t have social anchors to ground them

They have a fetishistic need to burn bridges at the slightest inconvenience, selfishly preferring to indulge in their maladapted coping instinct over rationally working things through with others

They are equally avoidant and combative, lacking the meekness of Rogues but also their knack for charm and levity

The Prince of Blood’s natural instinct is to avoid confrontation not out of fear of others but of themselves

“Nobody makes me bleed my own blood. Especially me!”

What little people they manage to keep around them are at risk of being put on a gilded pedestal

The Prince’s loyalty to those that they deem worthy is all-consuming and dangerous, to both themselves and others

To step outside The Prince’s idealized version of you would be to betray their trust and one-sided devotion, something they will never be able to forgive

Princes naturally gravitate towards embodying their opposite Aspect, at least outwardly

The Prince’s independence is sacred and is something they will never willingly compromise with, much to the chagrin of those around them

CAUTION: Do not tell this Prince what to do

They chafe against tradition and the status quo but lack the drive (and charisma) to rally others to their cause

They seek out novelty over the tried and true, often having difficulties completing long-term projects out of boredom or due to needing to experiment

The Prince wants nothing more than to escape the “heaviness” of Blood for the airy pursuits of Breath but will always be doomed to be tethered by their undeniable need to love and to be loved by others

Princes destroy Blood or destroys through Blood for themselves

Aside from being effective solo killers (blows up all your blood), the Prince would be able to utilize their bonds to destroy other bonds

They could form alliances or force others into contracts to help eliminate other inconvenient alliances

Obligations become weaponized as the Prince can call upon irrevocable (and inescapable) favors to their team’s benefit

The inverse classpect manifests when Players are at their worst or are emotionally compromised

The Prince of Blood’s inverse is the Sylph of Breath

At their worst, the Prince could take a dogmatic approach to prescribing their variety of independence as the one-and-only solution, forcing their brand of “living” as the panacea for all of life’s injustices

Their forced and misguided aid would make them appear to be tyrants to others despite the Prince’s initial good intentions

They could also become wholly irresponsible individuals, shirking the demands of Blood completely for a life of carefree self-destruction

🖕 SEER OF RAGE 🔮

Seers receive knowledge of their Aspects externally, not being innately versed in their Aspect early in their journey

The Seer of Rage could initially have trouble understanding anger and fear, both theirs and others, as they’re either suffering from chronic indifference or are in deep denial about their own inhibitions

They could appear to be carefree and upbeat individuals while being deeply conflicted and troubled on the inside, completely loath to let their struggles be perceived by others

The Seer will never admit to feeling powerless over their lack of agency over their base instincts, shamefully resorting to relying on the voice of more authoritative figures to guide them instead

They want others to see them as arbiters of self-control, infallible beings who keep a short leash on any unbecoming instinct that betrays their lack of mastery of the self

The Seer is oft indecisive, afflicted by the restrictions they place on themselves by being unable to look past their own fears and discomforts

The Seer comes into their own when they start allowing themselves to question their beliefs, confronting uncomfortable revelations, and allowing themselves to dabble in the mess that is “human emotion”

The catalyst needed to put the Seer on the right path in pursuing their own truths will usually be explosive, a sudden and dramatic event that would change their relationship with their Aspect forever

The Seer of Rage may be one of the more “introspective” Seers in that the prerequisite to being of any use to their team and session is to understand themselves first rather than blindly trusting external sources

They can also run the risk of becoming mouthpieces for misguided causes and manipulative forces

These Seers tend to be natural pacifists who rarely enjoy involving themselves directly in conflicts

This does not mean that they are shy about letting their own Rage loose on occasion

Seers examine (understand) their Aspect or examine (understand) through their Aspect for others

The Seer of Rage can literally see (smell?) fear

They know exactly what people are afraid of and what needs to be done to mitigate, avoid, or enhance it in others

They can be incredible strategists, capable of seeing through illusions and identifying enemies’ psychological weaknesses

The Seer is capable of identifying all the possible missteps stemming from the “human element” in plans and will work around them accordingly

The inverse classpect manifests when Players are at their worst or are emotionally compromised

The Seer of Rage’s inverse is the Witch Hope

At their worst, the Seer shirks their responsibility as the messenger of hard truths, using their extensive knowledge of fear and anger to transform “unpalatable” emotions into more pleasant experiences for others

Allows unhealthy delusions to cloud their ability to discern the truth from fantasy

Focuses too much on helping others avoid reality than on confronting it

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