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Southern Sun - Chapter 1: The First Year, Part One

Instead of being sent to look for the Avatar, Zuko is banished with a different task: he must govern the Southern Water Tribe, and may only return home when he has won the unquestioned loyalty of a southern waterbender.

But the last southern waterbender was killed three years ago.

Or so Ozai thinks.

(Zuko is banished to the Southern Water Tribe AU, Zuko & Sokka friendship and eventual Zutara, slowburn for both)

AO3: Prologue / Chapter 1

FF.N: Prologue / Chapter 1

Yes, over four years, after posting the prologue, here's chapter one lol.

#zutara #zuko #katara #sokka #avatar the last airbender #catie writes things #what is a predictable update schedule idk

[skitskatdacat63]

Fernando Alonso & His Relationship With Cards

I'm sure we're all familar with the cards on the back of Fernando's Vegas GP helmet by now, but did you know his relationship with cards goes a lot deeper?

I. Magic Tricks

You've probably seen or heard someone at least mention Fernando's propensity for card tricks. As far as I can tell he was doing them(publically) as far back as 2003 all the way to as recently as 2018. Even once performing a card trick, with a condom and a teddy bear(!??!?!??!!), in front of Valentino Rossi who said "How was that possible?"(x)

But how did this start? According to James Allen, "Fernando admits to having been heavily influenced by his grandfather, a mercurial figure, who taught him magic and card tricks, still one of his passions away from the race track."(x) And I'm not sure the validity of this one, because I couldn't find an actual source, but apparently he once said: "My parents are responsible for the two things I like doing most - driving and magic tricks. They bought me my first go-kart and a magician's kit."

In several interviews he described it as his hobby off track, and that he loved learning new tricks and surprising others in the garage with them! So clearly cards are pretty important to him both as a hobby but also to who he is as a person since they've been with him just as long as racing has.

II. Card Symbolism in His Helmets

This is the reason I originally made this post, but I thought I should also explain the origins of his card fascination first. As I said, we probably all remember the cards on the back of his helmet in Vegas, but did you know that wasn't the first time he had cards on the back of his helmet?

From 2008-2013, he used to have a pair of cards on the back of his helmets. The symbolisms of the cards themselves as well as the evolution of their design is really fascinating to me! Even more so with the recent development of the card choice in 2023.

Fernando said he wanted to reference his two titles in some way on the back of his helmet and after his friend sent him several ideas, he decided on having two cards(an ace of clubs and an ace of hearts, sometimes pictured with 05 and 06 on them as well), saying: "I picked the cloverleaf [the ace of clubs - Ed] to give me luck, but the only pity is that it doesn't have four leaves!"(X)

2008.

Here's the very first appearance of the cards! They're displayed flat, with the 05 and 06 clearly visible

2009.

Very similar to 2008, but with a slightly different design, and they're maybe a bit more straight with less shadow?

2010.

This is the first major change! I was sad they didn't have the years on them anymore, but then I realized they're sparkly to match with his signature lightning bolts on the top of the helmet!!

2011.

Honestly I'm still somewhat unsure if this is the actual 2011 helmet? It's pretty difficult to find clear photos of the back of helmets from older seasons. It's easiest to find them on replica sites or auction sites so I'm not 100%? But anyways, I like that this has the championship years on the underside of the cards

2012.

This is when I started getting weirdly emotional about the helmets. Do you see how they've progressed from being a centerpoint to being curled up and sad at the bottom of the helmet? Not listing the year anymore??

2013.

Same thoughts as 2012. And after this season, they cease to exist (just like his ferrari chair in the garage, WOAH CALLBACK), until cards make a reeappearance in his Vegas helmet, albeit in a different form

2013 Monaco(Honorable Mention):

For some reason 2013 helmets were easier to find proper pictures of, so I happened to witness this absolute beauty. The creativity of this helmet genuinely blows me away??? Wanting to keep the card motif, but making sure to incorporate it into the rest of the puzzle piece design?? Mwah! There was another special 2013 helmet but they didn't change the cards at all so I really applaud this one

2023 Las Vegas(The Return of The King):

The magnificent return! But look! The cards are different cards! Instead of being two aces, it's now an ace of hearts, a four of hearts(his driver number of course!) and, the, now iconic, representation of himself as a Joker. I literally could not believe my eyes when this helmet was released and I saw the Joker card, what a fucking silly old man....I really wonder if he felt nostalgic having cards on his helmet again or if he didn't think about it all and was just like, "ah cards because Vegas!!!"

III. Why Does This Matter?

*The rest of the post was factual, this is moreso my personal thoughts on the symbolism of the cards/designs

This post spawned from me recently watching the 2010 Bahrain gp and noticing "hey wait a minute...are those CARDS ON THE BACK OF HIS HELMET!?" It's a really tiny detail that's unfortunately covered up by the HANS device pretty much whenever he's wearing the helmet, so it's really difficult to spot! But I became fascinated with the fact that he had cards on his helmet before that recent helmet, and now here we are!

There's something to me about how the design of the cards evolves over the course of six seasons from the cards being front and center to being smaller, more folded up and closer to the bottom of the helmet. As I said, the 2012-2013 ones genuinely made me depressed because it feels, symbolically, like his hopes for getting another Ace are becoming more and more unlikely and falling away until they eventually fall falt and fade away entirely after 2013 and disappear for basically a decade.

But when they return? They're not the same cards! Instead of representing Fernando's championships, they now represent him as a person, displaying his driver number and his persona of being a Joker!! Though I do think it's interesting he happened to keep the Ace of Hearts, even though he talked more about the Ace of Clubs before. I'm not sure it's actually this deep in reality, but I like to think that it's him not letting his championships(and the lack thereof) define him, but rather letting who he is as a person shine and be the centerpoint instead! But on a sadder note, as @suzuki-ecstar said to me, maybe the Aces aren't there anymore because he's lost all hope for a chance at a third Ace entirely :(

#yes its finals week and im up to my eyes in coursework but instead decided to spend like 5 hours researching and writing this post #nah bcs i actually genuinely put more work into this then I think I have all semester dsfjdskjg #that thing about him using a condom and teddy bear in a magic trick genuinely had me crying with laugher. actual tears rolling down my face #<- HOW!?!? WHAT WAS THE TRICK?? its literally inconceivable to me what he did. oh if only there were pics UGH #anyways!! this post was a lot of fun to make!! i really really love the symbolism and design of helmets so this was a rly fun project #and i also went down a lot of rabbitholes while make this and saw many very weird articles from yore #i feel like i make an equal amnt of deranged posts abt seb and nando but i dont know why nando is gifted w all my well researched projects #<- i.e. chair post. that was the same level of research as this one but at least this one i could find actual sources about.... #idk theres smth about the extremely long history of nando's history that evokes research posts like this KLAJSLSKDJ #theres just so much that i dont think I ever really see people discussing! so i must create. #haha what was that joke tag i wanted to make abt my researched posts? I think: #normal posts that catie normally makes in a normal fashion #<- one day ill go back and actually tag posts w that. bcs the amtn of research compared to my actual schoolwork is so unwell #fernando alonso #fa14 #f1 #formula 1 #catie.rambling.txt #we do a little bit of f1

[ellearts]

Happy Home Grand Prix :DDDD a bit late but I hope things go well :,)))

AAAAAAAAAA THANKYOU THANKYOU BELOVED CATIE <33

its alright i also just got home,and things ARE SO FINE IM so happy and I'm so tired but I'm SO HAPPY

#I LOVE WHEN PEOPLE SUPRISE ME WITH LITTLE THINGS #ohmygodddd #made my evening happier aswell #guys dont shy away from writing to me #its makes me hapypoapypapoypapypppapyppy #aughh #but yeah im tired!! second bday party in a row #so im just drained #and i have one free day(which is tmrw) before going to work #so ugh #im packed #but im happy rn #came back home for LEWIS POLE MAX 2 NORRIS 3 OSCAR 4 AND ZHOU 5TH!!!! #Aaand OLLIE BEAR FRO F2 GOT 3RDDD!! #wow im so sososo sad i missed this #but im sososos happy thats what i came home to #thank you again catie never nevermvernvere #stop writing here in my inbox

[hungriestheidi]

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#olivia rodrigo's scream playing in my head while i try to get a writing thing done before my time to go do uni stuff starts #and i cant bc i keep getting sidetracked by small plots #like oh james logan ! praise kink ! aftercare ! #and oh galex! friends to lovers to exes to neighbors to lovers again #and and and girls ! girl fics ! like extreme e drivers fics ! molly taylor and catie munnings *screams* #to be deleted #the girls that get it get it #im trying to write house by the sea btw but everything either jumps too fast or i get sad !!!!

[rogues-the-fanzine]

Transcript

Catie: Do you think the henchmen need to unionize?

Cato: actually….if they HAVE to, but, I don’t think they-

Ed barges into the door with a BAM and angry footsteps 

Edward: YOU TWO HAVE DONE IT THIS TIME!! 

Catie and Cato: wait what?-

Edward: you’re going to explain to me why you’ve been in the Rogues! The Podcast fandom for HOW LONG and yet you NEVER talk about me even though I’m the main character!

Catie: have you like actually seen my content? I talk about you like exclusively 

Edward: (sticks his hand up to silence Catie) Oh we all know what happened to your “content” while you were in England. 

Edward: AND YOU…you’re a TRAITOR! You wear that symbol and color with SHAME!

Cato: Pink and Green are complementary colors, I have a brand to keep up with. 

Edward: That is NOT an excuse. The idea that you are that good at drawing Jonathan Crane is vile. And now…you’re going to make it up to me. 

Cato and Catie: Wait what? (Huh?) 

Edward: You are going to tell ME about the spectacular, well thought out plan YOU have CREATED. To apologize to ME for your atrocious lack of Riddler themed content

Edward: So what is it?? What’s that great master plan of yours? I’m listening and awaiting an answer. 

Cato and Catie fumble a bit as they try to speak on their behalf. This could be improvised between Catie and Cato while recording. 

Catie snaps her fingers at a probable solution.

Catie: The Zine!!! We have a zine. 

Cato: You are the main character in our upcoming Zine.

Catie: a big art collaboration featuring 36 fantastic artists, all drawing YOUR likeness. 

Cato: including an exclusive interview with-

Edward: wow! Don’t care, tell me the parts about ME. 

Cato: well… It features many illustrations, writings, and Comics from various moments from the hit ‘ROGUES! The Podcast’ 

Catie: it features mainly you, and plenty of background characters such as Jonathan Crane, Oswald Cobblepot, Laura Cameron, Query and Echo, and more! But it’s all just for highlighting your existence and greatness as The Riddler.

Edward: …. You’re just kissing my ass aren't you. This zine isn’t just about me! You’re lying! 

Catie: Actually statistically you’re featured in 25 pieces while Jonathan Crane for example is only in ____ pieces which is like a ___ difference.

Edward: Do I look like someone who doesn’t know basic arithmetic?

There are some strong knocks on the door

Cato: I’ll get it. 

Cato opens the door revealing Jonathan Crane

Jon: Well well well I knew I heard a narcissist and my favorite overreacter! Have any drawings of me yet? You know people go crazy when you draw me (Jon chuckle) 

Cato: (forced laughter) HAHAHAHA! I'm gonna go to the other room now. 

Catie: (forced laughter) HAHHAHAHAHA. You’re gonna sit down. HAHAHAHAHA

Cato: (forced laughter turns to defeat) OK OK. 

Edward: No no! They’re not drawing you! They have a lot of drawings of ME to catch up on since this little Zine project isn’t even centered around me!

Jon: Of course it’s not all about you Ed. It’s Rogues! The fanzine not Riddler! The fanzine

Catie and Cato: that's right!

Catie: it features almost everyone that appears in Rogues! the podcast!

Cato: including iconic scenes from all the seasons and special events like Lockup’s Lockdown and murder in the house of mystery

Captain Boomerang for some reason: am I in it?

Catie and Cato: NO

Edward: You know. This could be a good thing. More people would see how much better I am.

Jon: You are insufferable, you know that right?

Edward: And I’m in more zine pieces than you. That means some people find me charming.

Jon: you two. When is this zine thing out?

Catie: January 31st!

Cato: and it’s free so you don’t have to pay to see it

Edward: Ah, perfect. People don’t even have to pay to see Jon’s ugly mug

Jon: Oh you're funny. That was funny.

Cato: you know what would be funny? If you guys left right now.

Catie: yeah you interrupted Cato’s vampire Jon drawing time 

Jon: Vampire Jon?

Edward: And that is our cue to leave! You two need to feature me more! 

Catie/Cato: yes sir will do!

Jon and Edward leave

Cato: I’m killing you

Catie: WHAT DID I DO!?

#rogues! the fanzine #cv!edwardnygma #cv!jonathancrane

[red-airhead]

𝓘 𝓵𝓾𝓿 𝓱𝓲𝓶 | 𝓗𝓪𝓷 𝓙𝓲𝓼𝓾𝓷𝓰 |

Masterlist

word count - 2,547

genre - hurt with comfort, romance, fluff

warnings - gn terms, you/your pronouns, afab! reader, reader is insecure, self doubt, denial, mutual pining, bsf! Jisung, technically theres an argument, swearing, mentions of comparisons to others, distancing, hugging, cuddling, mentions of alcohol, mentions of hating your body, lmk if I missed anything.

my dear friend @j-onedrabbles is being featured in this! I couldn't think of a better person to feature in this just because they've always influenced a lot of my writing, and even sometimes motivates me and gives me inspiration. I love you Karma <3

“They’re better off without me anyway.” You’d tell your friends every time you’d catch feelings on a guy or girl, or when you’d be broken up with. 

Self doubt, that’s what you had. You never believed it but you knew it was true, and there was no way of denying it whenever they would constantly point out the way you’d get all upset and gloomy seeing that person happy with someone else, as you felt like it was the only way to be proven right, that they were better off without you.

This time though, it wasn’t someone who just suddenly came into your life, it was your best friend that you caught feelings for. Jisung was beautiful to you. He was so kind and so sweet that it was hard not to fall in love.

For the 2 years you had been friends, you made it through not catching feelings but the moment that he said you were prettier than anyone he’s ever met, it made you melt. 

At first, you thought it would go away, but when days turn into weeks and weeks turn into months, you knew there was no denying that you had officially caught feelings for your best friend.

You thought it was embarrassing, really. You thought that after all this time, why now? Or why did it have to be someone you were so afraid of losing. You knew it was a matter of time before he realized and left you behind because he’d find it weird, but you knew that wasn’t the case, he couldn’t leave you.

That’s when you ended up having a very long conversation with Hyunjin about this. Besides Jisung, he’d listen to you as well and would try and understand your problems.

“I feel like it’s about time you’d tell him.. It’s been almost 4 months Y/N..” 

“Yeah, and things have been fine! Nothing bad has happened and he doesn’t know!” 

“You’ve been distancing yourself.. You’ve been trying to hide away from him, and you know it. You two haven’t hung out in 2 months and you know it. I know it’s hurting you to be with him without being his partner, but he needs you more than anything and you know that it’s true.” 

He was right. It had been two months. Two months since you’ve talked to Jisung without letting the conversation die, two months since you’ve stayed at his house for the night, wearing his clothes, cuddling with him underneath his sheets. 

“How would you know that he’s better with me than without me?” 

“Because I know you two, more than anything.. Neither of you can live without each other and you know better than anyone that he’s been feeling like shit, like hes been doing something wrong this entire time.” Hyunjin did have a point. Jisung beat himself up more than anything in the world when he doesn’t know what’s wrong. 

“But–” 

“No but’s you’re talking to him soon. You need to see him, talk to him. He needs it more than anything in the world right now.” 

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Six months. Almost six months since you’ve been able to talk to Jisung face to face, or even hear his voice. It was so difficult at this point to even want these feelings.

You were recently invited to a gathering by Hyunjin, one he knew JIsung would be at since it was just the usual group. You couldn’t say no, you had agreed about a month go when you were tipsy. 

Except at this gathering, no alcohol was going to be consumed, and no one was going to be getting shit faced drunk to get rid of the pain. 

Movie night, something that you enjoyed so much with Jisung and the others. It was so comfortable between all of you, especially when you could all snuggle without a problem, it just felt like second nature. 

But now, you dreaded it. You were stuck next to Jisung with Hyunjin on your other side, preventing you from moving any further since he was just hogging the one side. That ended up with you pressed up against Jisung.

You could smell his cologne, one you picked out and one he kept using. He was warm, and that warmth was urging you to snuggle into his arms even more as the movie went on. 

You were quiet the entire time, and so was Jisung. Everyone knew that something was going on, and they all knew you both had feelings for each other, but you just denied it. 

It was so difficult to even look at him without wanting to cry or melt at his peaceful expression. 

Even worse, the movie night was at his house, and everyone had plans to leave early, and those who left, carpooled with the others. You were basically forced to stay the night.

Breaking the silence while you were cleaning, you said, “I’ll sleep on the couch..” 

He stopped everything he was doing and just looked at you, and you could tell he was upset, “You don’t have to..” He muttered, frowning at the way you just started to get everything set up. You didn’t even bring a change of clothes..

“It’s okay,, I’ll also just wear–”\

“No it’s not okay. Please,, come lay down with me, and get a change of clothes..” Jisung said in one of the most hush tones you’ve heard from him. You couldn’t deny him now.

“Fine..” You muttered, walking to his room and looking through his clothes, he followed close behind, also grabbing a change of clothes. You went to the bathroom to change, sliding off your shirt and then leggings. You just stared at your reflection. Yet another reason you believed you weren’t good enough for him. You hated how your body looked, he wouldn’t like it either. 

Before your tears started spilling, you quickly slipped on the borrowed clothes, blinking away your tears and then picking up your clothes, folding them and walking out of the bathroom. 

When you arrived at his room, you set down your clothes on his dresser, glancing over to see him on his phone, laying underneath the covers. With a soft huff, you got underneath the blankets and just turned to your side. You knew he was looking at you with such a heavy frown.

“You’re not gonna snuggle with me?” 

“Nope..” You popped the ‘p’ as you just buried yourself in the covers.

It was silent for a little while, until you felt him shuffle, set down his phone, and start hugging you from behind.

“Ji– Plea–”

“You know it's been really hard to fall asleep ever since we stopped hanging out..?” You knew alright. You haven’t been able to sleep well ever since.

“I’ve just been busy–” 

“Liar.. I know you, you’ve been sitting in your room alone.. You haven’t posted anything besides reels on instagram so I know that you’re lying.”

He was right. Nights when you weren’t hanging out you were in your bed, watching instagram reels and scrolling through tiktok. The one thing he didn’t include was that you’ve been crying.

“Can we not do this right now? And can you please let me go?” You could feel a pang in your heart from your own words, holding back your tears.

“Y/N–please–” 

“Jisung.” 

He slowly let you go, turning so his back was facing you. Shortly after you hear sniffling from him, “Ji,, please don’t cry…” You said in a much softer tone.

“I-I’m not crying..” He whimpered out. Yes he was. You sigh, turning around so you could hug him from behind, your cheeks flushing red from it.

“Yes you are.. I’m sorry..” You told him, pressing one of your signature kisses on his clothed shoulder. You heard him start to sob, so you just squeezed him tighter.

He soon turned around, crying in your arms.

“I miss you, so fucking much..” He said, a shaky breath following after.

“I miss you too, Ji..” 

“Then why won’t you talk to me? Why won’t you hang out with me or cuddle with me?” He whimpered out, holding onto you with a strong grip.

“It’s complicated..”

“Too complicated to tell your best friend?” He asked, looking at you with such a heart broken expression. 

You looked back at him, feeling tears prick at your eyes, “It’s not like that.. I just– I don’t want to tell you..” 

“But you’d tell everyone else right? You’d tell everyone but me right?” You couldn’t do this right now..

“You’d go to Hyunjin? Yeah? Talk to him about it and completely discard my feelings?” 

“Ji–”

“Or would you go to Minho? Tell him everything you cant tell me?”

“Jisung–”

“What about Felix? Huh? What can you tell him that you can’t–”

“Because I love you, more than a friend..!” You snapped at him. Everything froze. Did you really just say that?

You looked at him, and it felt like everything was over. His expression was truly something out of a horror movie.

“Forget about it.. I’m going home..” You quickly pulled him off of you and got out of bed, Jisung quickly scrambling to stop you, grabbing your hand.

“Wait! I-I love you too..”

“Ji, please don’t lie to me to make me feel better..”

“But I’m not–”

“Let go..” You quickly pulled your hand away from his, tears brimming in both yours and his eyes. Quickly, without changing or grabbing your clothes, you walked out of the bedroom and slipped your shoes on. It wasn’t long of a walk, but it was late.

You knew Jisung wouldn’t follow you, so it made you relieved knowing you didn’t have to stop him from following you. 

It truly wasn’t long before you got home, and immediately you just started balling your eyes out. All night long you spent thinking about him and how everything he said was a lie.

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It had been a few weeks since your ‘argument’ with Jisung. He kept texting you, trying to get you to answer or come hang out with him, and it even got to a point that you just put your phone on do not disturb. 

You were with your friend Karma. Both of you decided to have a night in at your house, preferably a sleepover just how you liked it.

They knew about Jisung, and your crush on him, how it felt practically impossible to be looking or even talking to him. 

“I really do think that you should talk to him,, I’m sure the poor guy is practically distraught with this situation.” She explained, sipping at the tea you had made the both of you a few minutes prior.

“You don’t get it though, it’s my best friend we're talking about. It’s Han Jisung, the guy who I fell in love with.” 

“Uh hello? I do get it, I’ve been in your situation before and not only that but that guy is absolutely head over heels for you.. Trust me I see it everytime he looks at you.” 

You scoffed before taking a sip of your own tea, rolling your eyes a little.

“Seriously! Jisung is probably the one, I can feel it. You really need to talk to him, and I know it’s hard for you but you also have to understand that he’s your best friend and the more you push him away, the more it’s gonna hurt.” 

Karma was right, you just didn’t want to believe it.

“If you say so..” You said as you watched them pull out her phone and begin typing..

“What are you doing?” You ask her, brows furrowing together as you lean over.

“Texting Jisung. I’m telling him to come to yours.” You quickly tried to grab their phone but it was too late, the text was already sent.

“Why would you do that!! Fuck now I have to see him..” You whined, throwing your head back in annoyance.

“Yes you do, and this will also be my que to leave before he arrives. I don’t want to witness whatever will go down. Have funnn!” Karma giggled out, standing up, setting down the empty cup of tea, and going to the door, sliding their shoes on and walking out to her car. 

This just meant you had to clean now, and look presentable. Before Karma had come over, you had been crying on and off when the argument with Jisung happened, and your house was a mess. You cleaned up the most you could, changing into more presentable clothes.

You waited for a knock on the door, and when you opened it you weren’t expecting to see Jisung with a gift bag and a bouquet of your favorite flowers.

“These are technically apology flowers but you can call them whatever, I also got a gift bag of all of your favorite things to eat,, and even some fuzzy socks and a new pair of pajama pants so we can match and–” 

“Okay, okay.. Just get inside..” You quickly ushered him in, watching him kick his shoes off in the process, setting the gift basket and flowers down gently.

Shutting the door, you made sure that it was locked, now walking over to him.

You saw his face, his expression, and it practically broke you. Tear stained cheeks, puffy red eyes, and his brows furrowed completely.

It wasn’t even a moment after that he had his arms around you, tears now forming again and falling down his face. You wrapped your arms around him, sniffling as you held each other.

It was silent in the house besides both of your sniffling and soft whimpers. 

“Jisung..”

“Let me go first..” He said, pulling away from the hug and cupping your cheeks, wiping away your tears. You leaned into his warm hands.

“Y/N I love you so much.. I really do, and not in the friend way I really, really love you.. Please don’t run away from me anymore, I can’t take it.. being away from you..” He paused, and you knew what he was going to say next.

“Jisung, I know… I’m sorry.. I pushed you away because I thought it would help, and prevent me from falling for you..” You replied, hands now cupping his cheeks and wiping away his tears.

“I love you too, I just– I didn’t want to–”

“Ruin our friendship, yeah I know..” He chuckled, hands going over yours as he looked back at you.

“Please.. Please stay with me, be in love with me.. I want you to stay around, I want to love you just as much as you love me..” He whimpered out, sniffling. You could see in his eyes the genuine truth, the way he wanted you to be with him so badly.

“Okay..” You whispered, slowly wrapping your arms around his neck and hiding away in his hold.

You don’t know what you missed more, the warmth or the hold of his arms.

You felt so safe, so secure.. Why did you ever distance yourself in the first place..

“I was so scared of losing you, I thought you hated me..”

“Hated you? I could never hate you..” You hugged closer.

“I love you..” 

You smiled at those words, your heart feeling warm, everything feeling safe and secure.

“I love you too..”

#stray kids #stray kids angst #stray kids smut #stray kids fluff #stray kids comfort #hwang hyunjin #han jisung #han jisung x reader #han jisung angst #han jisung smut #han jisung fluff #han jisung comfort #Spotify

[lincolndjarin]

Best Kept Secret : What If...?

a series of alternate/unused bks story lines!!

contains spoilers for all of bks!!

alternate torture @ the end

i grappled with this a lot. i very strongly believe that the worst thing you can do with your characters in a high stakes situation is coddle them. if i've learned anything from dnd it's that you cannot be afraid to hurt you characters.

yet for the first time in my life i've become so attached that i just couldn't do it.

the tongue in a box scene was something that caused me a lot of turmoil. in the original cut it was elaine's tongue, but i talked to my friend catie about it and we agreed that cutting off a lesbians tongue is fucked up. then i considered actually cutting off din's tongue, i thought that that would make for something really interesting with the big reveal if he couldn't talk to her but it just seemed too brutal? i couldn't really wrap my head around it so i eventually just made it someone elses tongue.

my replacement for that was din's leg, that was something that sort of came on at the last second, i gave him the limp as foreshadowing and then said fuck it, lets take the whole thing.

dress maker

the scene in chapter 4 where din walks in on her in the bath was originally a much longer sequence where a modiste visited the castle and there was a lot of stuff around making new dresses for her and din was going to walk in while she was getting changed.

eventually i scrapped the entire concept and gave elaine the seamstress trait instead.

multiple parties & balls (masquerade)

i briefly mentioned this in the q&a but in the original bks outline there were a lot more parties and big scenes like that. i realized pretty quickly that balls and parties are a visual medium. the reason why i like those scenes so much in other things is because they're so visually appealing which is harder to do when writing. there was going to be a readers birthday ball, a few other parties or wedding for kodos siblings etc but it always felt like filler.

the masquerade was my dream sequence that just never really fir naturally fit with the story so i eventually had to let it go.

no breakup/rules storyline

there was no break up in the original bks story board. instead, everything after chapter 7 was gonna be based around breaking each and every rule.

each chapter following would have been dedicated to breaking a few of the rules up until the last one that would have been; no falling in love, stop when i say to stop, and no kissing would have all been one big climax chapter. it would have been very little women in the 'we have got to have it out jo' sort of sense where she begs him to stop talking but he just keeps confessing.

eventually i realized that a rule or two break every chapter wasn't very sustainable. it was a fun idea and it might work in a different setting but bks at its core is supposed to be an overly dramatic period piece and there just wasn't enough conflict with that so instead i went with the breakup.

alternative ending

i had a similar ending for quite some time and one day i was listening to music and thinking about bks and realized that she loved naboo. originally they fled after kodo was killed. they built a cabin somewhere far away etc. etc.

but the character seemed to make more sense as someone who would want to do right by the people she had grown to love within the kingdom so i decided to make it a sort of thing where she disassembled the monarchy.

(there was also an ending where she faked her own death, framed kodo, and he was ripped apart by the citizens of naboo)

and of course i briefly considered genuinely killing din and having her raise the baby on her own. but the idea made me so truly upset that i just couldnt do it.

hoth story line

not much to say here other that there was going to be a thing where she went back to hoth to visit her family accompanied by the mandalorian. another thing that was fun as a concept but ended up feeling like filler so i dropped it.

elaine plot twist

another case of me really loving elaine and being conflicted about her character.

originally elaine was going to tell kodo about their relationship. it was going to be a situation where kodo suspected something and threatened lysa forcing elaine to take action but eventually i decided to use my backup which was leo since there had been foreshadowing for that anyway

neutral kodo

for quite a while i planned for kodo to be just a bad husband and not a villain. but i needed more conflict and i needed a driving force and he was easy to mold into that.

there was an alternate storyline where he fell in love with the reader and “killed” din out of jealousy

#lincolndjarin #fic : best kept secret

[musings-of-a-rose]

I Never Stopped Loving You - Part 2

I Never Stopped Loving You - Part 2

Pairing: Joel Miller x OFC “Catie”

Word Count: 2500+

Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!

Warnings: Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story. 

Notes: I just had to write this part 2! It's all fluff and a little heart hurt. 

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<<I Never Stopped Loving You - Part 1

"I just found her. I don't want to lose her so soon." Joel’s eyes are round and worried, tears that he refuses to let fall are building up at the corners.

Benny, Poppy’s long time boyfriend, had finally come to us 4 months after Joel and Ellie moved into Jackson to ask our permission to marry her. It’s not tradition anymore, but Poppy had read it in a book and mentioned how romantic it sounded, so naturally, Benny had to do it. He’d asked Tommy too, as he had been like a father to Poppy since we moved here 10 years ago. I had said yes right away, but Joel clenched his jaw shut, a gruff “No” falling from his downturned lips. I smiled at Benny, telling him to give us some time and sending him out the door.

"She's 20, Joel."

"That's young"

"It is, but not for this world. Lives are cut short every day, so when 2 people love each other, they get married."

His broad shoulders slump, slightly defeated. "... I just got here."

"She's not going anywhere, Joel. Just a few houses down."

His jaw clenches, thoughts racing behind his brown eyes.

"What about this Benny guy?"

"He's a sweet kid. Too much energy to know what to do with, but he loves our daughter more than himself. You know he technically already asked her to marry him."

Joel’s eyes snap to mine. "He what? After making that big of a fuss of asking us-"

"When we first moved here. Poppy was 10, nearly 11 and she had never been around other kids, let alone attend actual school and have neighbors or other people around. Her whole life had been Lucia and I. Benny introduced himself the first day and they became fast friends. I think it was that first week he asked her to marry him."

"What did she say?"

"She laughed and said 'I'm 10. What do I wanna get married for?'"

"Good for her." 

"I think there was a bit about "stinky boys" too. But that didn't deter him. They were inseparable. And a few years later, they started dating. I wasn't surprised but she was. And they've been together ever since."

"She loves him?"

"So much. As much as I love you."

HIs face softens, but the scowl remains, one tear betraying him by slowly falling down his cheek. I sit next to him on the couch, placing my hand on his thigh. I don’t say anything, waiting for him to speak.

“I only just found out I had another…I have a daughter. I can’t lose her too.”

I place my hand on his cheek, gently turning his face to mine. I swipe my thumb across his cheek to wipe away a tear, stubble softly scraping my skin as his watery eyes find mine.

“You will never lose her, Joel. She never thought in a million years she would ever meet you. I never-” a lump rises in my throat and I swallow hard “-she has been up your ass these last 4 months for a reason. She loves you, Joel. She’s not going to leave you. Just move a few doors down.”

—----

“I don’t understand why, Uncle Tommy! He knows I love Benny and he loves me.”

Tommy tosses some hay into the stall in front of him before turning to face his niece. 

“He’ll come around, don’t worry Pop.”

“I don’t know…he seemed pretty set on saying no. Ugh, and we had this whole thing planned out. I never planned for dad saying no.”

Tommy moves to the next horse stall, repeating the action. “Joel would want to know Benny and he doesn’t. He only just got here-”

“He’s been here for 4 months, Uncle Tommy.”

“Yeah, but he’s spent most of the time with you and your mom. As he should.”

Poppy studies her uncle’s form. “He could’ve just said yes. I mean, Benny and I have been together for forever, but I guess dad is bent on not supporting me.”

Tommy drops the last bit of hay in the stall, hand hesitating over the next bit of hay he’ll have to put down. 

“He only just got you, Pop.”

Poppy blows a raspberry. “I’m not going anywhere. Just a few houses down.”

A look washes over Tommy’s face and Poppy sees him fighting back tears.

“It’s different for him. He gets another chance with you.” It’s quiet when Tommy speaks, but he may as well have been yelling. Poppy’s eyes grow wide and she sits there silent for a few moments.

“Sarah.”

Tommy nods, his eyes coming present from the flashback that he had been on. “Sarah.”

Poppy lets out a puff of air. “Guess I’m the stubborn ass, huh?”

Tommy smiles and nudges her shoulder with his. “You come by it honestly.”

—----

The front door opens, Poppy walking in the kitchen shortly after. 

“Hey mom.”

“Hey Pop.”

“Is dad home?”

“He is. He’s upstairs. Everything ok?”

Poppy nods. “Yeah.”

Poppy heads upstairs, pausing at the door to her parent’s room before she knocks.

“Dinner ready?”

“It’s me.”

“Oh, Pop. Uh, come on in.”

Poppy enters the room and sees Joel standing in front of the mirror, hair slicked back from the water from his shower. Joel opens his mouth to speak but before he can, Poppy crosses the room and throws her arms around him, squeezing a little. Joel hesitates, momentarily caught off guard by the abrupt display of affection, before wrapping his arms around her and hugging her back.

“I’m not leaving, dad.”

Joel’s grip stiffens slightly before pulling back. “What?”

Poppy looks up at him, love pouring out of her gaze. “Benny has a house for us just a few doors down. I’m not leaving. I only just got you."

Joel is quiet for several moments. “You had Uncle Tommy.”

“I did. But he’s not my dad. You are.”

Joel chokes back tears as he stares into his daughter’s eyes, sad for the years he missed watching her grow. 

“Do you love him?”

Poppy smiles. “I do.”

“And does he love you?”

She smiles wider. “He does. He really does, daddy.”

Joel’s jaw clenches, his eyes looking off for a few moments before looking at his daughter.

“Alright, then.”

Poppy’s entire face lights up. “Really? Oh, dad I-”

“Just remind him I’m a really good shot. And so is Uncle Tommy.”

“Psshh, have you seen mom shoot? Benny should be worried about her. Why do you think he sucks up to her?”

Joel chuckles. “As he should.”

—----

Weddings in Jackson are a big event, everyone in town chipping in to help with everything, from decorating to cooking, to making Poppy’s dress. It’s something everyone looks forward to.

Joel stands in the living room, waiting for his daughter to come down the stairs. His hands flex at his sides and he shifts his weight nervously. He glances up at the top of the stairs and his breath catches in his throat, tears immediately welling in the corners of his eyes. She's the spitting image of her mother.

Poppy has on a beautiful white dress, hand-sewn by the seamstress in town. It's floor length, a white pattern of poppies is embroidered into the dress. Her hair is twisted and braided up, whisps framing her face. She wobbles slightly at the top of the stairs, the heels her friend had someone found clicking on each wooden step as she descends. When she reaches the bottom, she turns to Joel, a smile wife on her face. 

"Well, dad? Do I look ok?"

"You-" Joel let's out a breath, a smile tugging up the corners of his mouth "-you're absolutely beautiful." 

Tears well in her eyes now. "Thanks, dad."

Joel offers her his arm and it's then he notices the butterfly clip in her hair, which isn't really her style. 

"Butterfly?" He asks, eyebrows raised in question. 

"Oh. Yeah. For Sarah. I wanted a piece of her with me today and mom said she really liked butterflies. This was all I could find. Oh, and Uncle Tommy gave me this."

She pulls out a small photograph, handing it to Joel. He looks down at it and his jaw slams shut, willing his tears to not fall. 

Staring up at him, was Sarah, clad in her soccer uniform, a trophy in her hand and Joel standing proudly behind her. He stares at it for several moments before Poppy reaches out, gently taking the photo and sliding it into his coat pocket. 

"Now she's definitely with us."

Joel pulls Poppy in, hugging her tightly, trying to hide the tears that had fallen from his eyes. 

"It's perfect. She would've loved that."

Poppy hugs her dad back, hiding her own tears. They embrace for a few moments before hearing the music start outside that was their cue to head out the door. Joel pulls back, trying to covertly wipe the tears off his face while his daughter does the same. He offers her his arm again and Poppy takes it, lacing her arm in his. 

"Don't let me fall, dad."

"Never. I got you, baby girl."

Joel had faced clickers and much worse. But giving his daughter away that he'd only just met was one of the hardest things he'd had to do. Even Joel had to admit that Benny was perfect for her and loved her fiercely. They were a perfect match. 

When he danced with Poppy during the father daughter dance, he could almost picture Sarah, spinning around and laughing as he danced with her too. He knew that she would have loved Poppy.

—---

A couple months after the wedding, Poppy and Benny came over for dinner. We usually had dinner together once a week, Ellie sliding right into our family. She's hilarious and spunky and the thought of Joel having to escort her across the country makes me laugh. 

After dinner, Ellie takes off with Dina and the rest of us settle on the couches. Joel offers everyone a drink, even Benny, whom he'd grown fond of over the last few months. Although he'd never admit it. 

Poppy takes the glass and holds it, swirling around the contents as she stares at it. 

"Actually, Dad…mom… I, well, we want to talk to you." 

"I told you, my knees aren't what they used to be. Tommy said he'd help with the roof-"

"No. That's…that's not it." Joel sits next to her and the couch and she turns to face him, mouth opening and closing as if she's trying to figure out how to say something. She takes Joel's hand and squeezes it, looking up at him with her eyes that she inherited from him.

"Dad…I'm pregnant."

"Oh sweetie!" I'm on my feet, crossing the room and throwing my arms around her. "I'm so excited for you! How are you feeling? Is the morning sickness OK? I can't remember how it was with you because of what was happening but I do remember vomiting a lot. Have you gone to Lucia yet? Oh and-"

"Mom, chill. I'm only 6 or 7 weeks along." The smile she gave me falters when she looks back at Joel, who hadn't moved, a hard look on his face. 

"Dad? Did you hear what I said?"

Benny shifts in his seat, looking anywhere but at Joel, ready to run if he made a move. 

"Dad?" Poppy sits back down, taking his hands again. "You're going to be a grandpa." 

That broke him. 

"A…grandpa?"

Poppy smiles softly. "Yeah. I mean we won't know if it's a boy or girl until it's born, but if it's a boy, we're naming it Will after Benny's brother. He died a few years after…everything. And if it's a girl…well, we wondered if it would be ok to name her Sarah."

Joel's eyes are wide, big and brown and they stare into his daughter's. 

"You'd want to name her Sarah?"

"Yeah. Only if that's ok-"

"I would love that. She would've loved that." He blinks rapidly, ridding his eyes of the tears that had gathered. 

"A grandpa. Me. I never thought I'd…" He lets out a laugh, hugging his daughter tightly and shaking Benny's nervous hand.

—----

Several months later, Joel is by his daughter's side at her request, her small hand in his as she squeezes it through another contraction.

"Ok, one more push, Pop, and this baby will be here." Lucia gets ready and nods at Joel and Benny. 

"One more push, sweetheart, and we can finally hold our baby." Benny rubs her back up and down, applying pressure to her hips to help alleviate the pain, just as the midwife had shown him. 

"I can't! It's too hard!" 

Joel leans in, getting level with her face as she rocks back and forth slightly, on all fours.

"I won't pretend this isn't hard as shit. But if it's one thing I do know is that you're as tough as your momma. Probably tougher. And I know you can do this. You got this, baby girl. You've got this." Joel squeezes her hand and she nods, taking a deep breath. 

One more push, and their daughter Sarah was born, screaming loudly at the world. 

—-

We stayed with them that first night, in case they needed anything at their request. It's late, about 3am or so and I hear the floorboards creaking outside our door. I glance over and see that Joel isn't next to me, so I quietly get up and make my way out of the door. Peeking into Poppy and Benny's room, I see them both sound asleep on the bed, but no Sarah. I head downstairs to the living room, but stop just short of the doorway, listening as Joel's voice carries to me, the song he had been singing ending.

"You know, I wanted to be a singer in another life. Play guitar and all that. I'll teach you someday."

He hums a little tune to Sarah and I poke my head around the corner, taking in the scene in front of me. Joel is standing, bouncing his arms and swaying side to side, all gentle movements as he stares down and the bundle of blankets in his arms, Sarah's small face poking out from between the folds. 

"Your aunt would've just melted over you. She loved babies. Was always askin' me when me and your grandma were gonna have one. I'll tell you all about her one day." He pauses, clenching his jaw in an attempt to hold back tears. 

"I never knew about your mom until she was already grown. But I promise, I will always be here for you." 

Sarah looks so small in his arms, his broad shoulders looking impossibly large as he holds her tiny body to him, smiling down at her as she continues to sleep. 

"I got you, baby girl."

—----

A Second Chance (a one shot written by @theewokingdead )>>

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Songs that make me think of each Heartsteel member [and Alune] (with minimal explanation).

Inspiration: One of the things I do to inspire myself while writing is listen to music. I’ve always been musical (piano, viola, and singing) and music can really set my mood/make me think of a scenario. Occasionally when I’m just listening to music in my car, a song pops up and I’m like…"Oh that makes me think of (enter character here)!"

Genre: ?? I have absolutely no clue how to classify this?? Mood music??? Headcanon inspiration??

Category: I guess fluff, but some of these songs are indirectly or directly suggestive/explicit so 😬. But nothing explicit actually in this post.

Tw: None for this post besides swearing, but again some of these songs are directly or indirectly suggestive/explicit so listen at your own discretion. 🤷🏼‍♀️

(Each person gets at least 2 songs. Sett and Kayn get three because it's my post that's why. 😂)

Aphelios:

“Thnks fr th Mmrs” - Fall Out Boy (Lmao if you think I wouldn’t have some emo/alt for Phel on this list, you’re sorely mistaken.)

“Levitating” - Dua Lipa (“I got you, moonlight, you’re my, starlight…”💃)

Ezreal:

“Hey Mama!” - EXO-CBX (Did you really think I wouldn’t have Baekhyun for Ez in some way? Yeah fucking right! I associate him with my fav EXO sub-unit song.)

“Hyperfixations” - Catie Turner (I actually had this for Aphelios initially but then I realized it fit Ez WAY BETTER. I LOVE THIS SONG.)

Kayn:

“Met Him Last Night” - Demi Lovato (Feat. Ariana Grande) (All I have to say is listen to the lyrics, especially the first verse through the chorus, and tell me it’s not a fucking POV of meeting Kayn.)

“Gives You Hell” - The All-American Rejects (This is absolutely Kayn’s response to his old band.)

“S&M” - Rihanna (😏 Makes sense with one of my prior ranking/headcanons.)

(I have so many alternate options for Kayn omfg. I really struggled limiting it to only one more for him since I’m not doing that for most others. What does this say about me and my taste in music? 😂)

K’Sante:

“Physical” - Dual Lipa (Thought of our gym bro duo and then the lyrics made me think of K’Sante!)

“I’m Not Sorry” DEAN, Eric Bellinger (The confidence in the lyrics and then energy/vibe of the song just SCREAMED K’Sante to me!)

Sett:

“Confident (Rock Version)” - Demi Lovato (“…I’m the boss right now…” Damn straight Sett is the boss.)

“Watermelon Sugar” - Harry Styles (Again, makes sense with one of my previous rankings/headcanons.😏)

“34 + 35” - Ariana Grande (🫣 LISTEN I DON’T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT. 😅).

Yone:

“Black Swan” - BTS (What the lyrics talk about fit really well with Yone’s known backstory before Heartsteel.)

“Home” - Catie Turner (I just think it fits secretly soft and romantic Yone very well!)

EXTRA - Alune (because we love her and she’s a baddie):

“God is a Woman” - Ariana Grande (She sure is, especially when she has to be the manager of Heartsteel and deal with these six. 😂)

“%% (Eung Eung)” - Apink (the vibe of the song fits her well and I like the lyrics with Alune’s vibe too.)

Thanks for reading/vibing. I feel like I might have to do more of these. Maybe make it a series as I realize it's happening with more songs! Music is my biggest inspiration when I write.

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🌷 DEAR, JUNGWON — y. jw

( ♡ ) — chapter 16 | dear diary, nom nom | chapter 18

SYNOPSIS you've been in love with jungwon for longer than you can remember. initially, you made no plans to make your feelings known, but with something tugging in your heart and putting you on restraints, you're pushed to say "yolo," and ask him to date you for 90 days. after that, you'll finally leave him alone. for good.

WARNING jokingly mentions fainting

n. just to clear things up, by jay saying "you can go home without me" he means for yn to go home to her dorm. they don't live with their parents. jay lives at a dorm with enhypen and then yn lives with new jeans.

the ages are a bit weird so just keep in mind that all of new jeans and enha maknae line are in the same grade (regardless of age) and then enha hyung line are a grade higher.

lol just don't think too much about the ages >~< I didn't really think abt the technical stuff while writing this

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Can I just say as an a young Indian girl/Zutara shipper, I ADORE your fics!!! Like thank you genuinely for both understanding the beauty of this Yin-Yang pairing AND ALSO respecting the tradition/culture system of arranged marriages. You are a rare star yet I see you 💫💫💫💖

Thank you! I'm glad you enjoy the stories I've written. Arranged marriage is fascinating to me from a storytelling perspective because I think it can be used to emphasize that what really makes a marriage work, more than passion or romance, is commitment and a sense of duty. It also helps to frame the relationship not just in terms of what it means to the two people as individuals, but what it means to their families and broader society as well, which I also think makes for a better story.

In real life of course arranged marriages can turn out to be unhappy...but so can "love matches". I do think arranged marriages can in some ways be better. But ultimately, regardless of how a couple ends up getting together, it's up to them to choose to make it work, or not.

#anonymous #catie answers things #catie writes things

[skitskatdacat63]

I feel uninspired and lack motivation for art again so I thought of an ask game for me :)

Send me(or comment) a number from 1-34 and I will draw my corresponding oc

I mentally struggled over whether I should make this post, because ik ocs are niche and probably not many people care for it, but I realized I could have been using those hours to y'know. Actually draw something. So I might as well just post it

#i would do it with AUs but i would actually have to yknow think of a narrative #<- but tbh if you have any requests for au art i will take them 😭😭 #also w that and this i cant make any promises if ill actually finish them so please put up w me thanks 🙏 #i want to draw but #ive gotten into a bad mindset again #about measuring self worth w outside validation #which is very irritating 😾 stop it brain. #but yeah idk i reblog those posts often abt niche audiences #which im very okay w btw :) #but its still a very difficult thing to engrain that: ah people do care for my art! #and ik its unhealthy to seek validation #and i can and do draw for myself #but its not always fun to me if i cant discuss it yknow :/ #if catie makes a piece of art in a silent room does the art really exist? blah blah blah #i need to go suffocate myself in the snow #im happy my winter break is so long but at the same time i think it just puts me in a bad place mentally #lack of social interaction and lack of enrichment and no motivation ig :/ #and every night i mean to actually go to bed earlier and boom suddenly its 5 am #and i keep staying up in hopes ill actually yknow start something. art. writing. movie even #and then i just languish UGH #catie.rambling.txt

[ficfanatictrf]

If it ain't to much trouble could I pretty please get a little sum sum for viktor feeling a bit down with his s/o? Like he's doubting himself bc he feels like he isn't enough because of his disability and how it holds him back from doing a lot of things/doing things normally the way other people would? Like spending time and going out with them, sex and not getting tried after a short time ect ect

Cupcakes and Sweet Milk

Summary: Viktor was always the perfect lover, always the most supportive. This time, it was your turn to support him.

Word Count: 3.5k

A/N - I got done with everything that I needed to do today and with Adderall pumping through me I was able to finish this in one sitting.

Thank you so much for the request! I hope that this was alright. I defiantly also have another idea that is similar but it a lot more dark as it is inspired by the song 'God Must Hate Me' by Catie Turner. I will try to move that up in my list of things to write.

Over time, as your relationship with the inventor had grown closer, you had seen the small cracks in the perfect facade that Viktor showed to the world. 

He was intelligent, a genius, able to understand concepts even outside his own field of study after a little bit of time with it. Even as your own focus was on a completely separate area of science, he was able to help with your studying. 

He was incredibly sophisticated, calm under pressure and always seeming to have the right things to say whenever you were going through a hard time. With ever the observant eye, he could tell when you were feeling off and without a word about it, would do something to solve the problem for you. From getting you a coffee you needed even though you had tried to seem like you weren’t tired, his gentle hands working on a knot in your neck as you worked away at a problem…or getting onto someone for being too harsh in their critique of your work. 

He was always there for you, always taking care of you and making sure you felt safe and happy. 

So as you started to see the little cracks in his own actions, it had slowly started to fall together just why he was so dedicated to doing everything he could for you. 

He almost never wanted to go with you from one location to the next, it took a while for you to catch onto the pattern of how the two of you would always meet at the destination. Even when you tried to get him to walk home with you, he always had some small errand to run, something that would need the two of you to walk separately. 

It was in a conversation with Jayce that you found out he did that with everyone, stating that Viktor’s response to Jayce at the time had been ‘to keep from holding him up’. 

So slowly you started to be more insistent, refusing to leave his side on your way to and from the school to your shared apartment. The first few walks were indeed slower, all the while you could see just how uncomfortable Viktor was as he tried his best to both walk faster and make it seem as easy for him to do as possible. But as you started hinting how you enjoyed the longer walks, when the two of you could relax and simply talk, you had been able to get him to go at a pace that was better for him. 

And slowly, over time, you didn’t have to sneakily convince him to allow the two of you to walk together, he simply assumed the two of you would. 

However, you also noticed how he refused to touch you in public. 

If there was one thing about Viktor that you had needed some adjustment too, it was how touchy he could be. In the lab, your shared apartment, even sometimes on dates; you found that you had needed to get used to his touch starved attention. 

So as the new tradition of walking to and from his lab became a staple in your lives, it was a little jarring to find that he had not attempted to touch you once. Not to reach out to hold your hand, not to wrap an arm around your waist. Nothing. 

And like you had before, you would just make the thing happen. 

Only, this time as the two of you were walking down the busy street, as soon as your hand was wrapped around his own it was wrenched free. 

That would have hurt your feelings, that is, if you didn’t watch how the man’s attention wasn’t on you, but on everyone else around the two of you. The man’s darting around quickly to see if anyone was looking at them before he finally addressed you, all be it in a soft whisper. 

“Please, don’t. Not in public…” 

“And why not?” You countered, not willing to let this slide as his reaction just didn’t make any sense to what you had known about him. 

“Why not?” He parroted, not really being used to you verbally continuing a topic that he asked you to drop. He didn’t ask for it often, which was why you had always been strategic about how you went about things, but this was one of the rare moments you just weren’t budging. 

“We…they will see that we are together…” He whispered, golden eyes sinking down to the ground. 

Wait, not down to the ground - to his leg. 

“You don’t deserve to hear them whisper about you being with the..” Viktor stopped himself from finishing the thought, but it wasn’t hard to see where he was going with it. 

The cripple. 

You had heard him call himself that. And it wasn’t just you that had heard it, Jayce having mentioned to you before that Viktor had called himself that when the two had first started working together. 

Viktor had never seemed to feel bad about his issues, he had always just stated them as facts. He was a brunette, he loved science, he was from the undercity…he had been born with a limp. Every time he had mentioned these things before you had not seen a hint of shame or embarrassment. 

Yet, now as you watched him glanced up from his leg to the people passing by, that was all you could see on his face. The panic that someone would be looking at the two of you, whispering so that the people walking by wouldn’t pay the two of you any attention. 

“Do you think I will be embarrassed by you?” 

That seemed to rattle the man, Viktor’s eyes snapping to your own as that was not at all what he thought. Before a word had been able to be formed, he was shaking his head, quickly wanting to let you know that you didn’t believe you had such negative thoughts about the two of them. 

“No no, of course not” 

“Then stop acting all skittish and hold my hand” You said, sticking your hand out for him to take it. “I want to hold the hand of the smartest, most handsome, kindest, drop dead gor-” 

“Enough, I understand. I concede" Viktor stammered, hastily reaching out to take your extended hand, all the while a deep blush was creeping up his neck and cheeks. 

Satisfied, you couldn’t help the small smirk that grew on your face, though you hardly made it down a single block before you had wanted more. Slipping your hand free, you were quick to take hold of his arm, placing a peck to his cheek as he did so. 

Like every single kiss before that one, you watched him melt. His mind would stall for a second, a lopsided and dopey grin would slip free before he tried to hide it away by either coughing into his hand or by biting his bottom lip. 

“Man, I can’t believe it. I can’t get a date and that damn gimp has one”

“Bet they’re only like a caretaker or something, you know, hired to pretend to care about him” 

“You are only saying that to make me feel better.” 

“Or because it is true. Really, you think anyone would willingly be together with someone like that? Bet he can’t even get it up, you know I’ve heard that guys with leg issues have other issues in the same area.” 

You had seen the nervous glances that Viktor had sent your way, the barely whisper apology that he spoke. However, it was at the last comment that you stopped, nearly causing the three guys behind you to nearly run into you in the process. 

“Not that our relationship is any of your goddamn business!” You started, having let go of Viktor’s arm so that you could turn to fully face them. And as you took a step closer, your hands shot out to grab and yank at two of their collars so that they were forced to bend down slightly. 

“There is a reason you ain’t with nobody, because all three of you are worthless pieces of shit and everyone can tell. It is very likely that your very glance in the direction of a woman causes her to have a barren womb . Let’s do some reality checks here” You hissed, all the while Viktor trying to gently pull you away. Though as he pulled your hand free, that only resulted in you smacking the one hard on the top of the head as you continued. 

“You have any idea how pathetic it must be to be you?! Everyone out and about this street just wanted to have a good day, get the things they need done, but your head pops off the pillow in the morning with ‘how can be a professional victim today?’. Clearly your parents never relayed the fact to you that, guess what, your opinion isn’t worth that much!” 

Two enforcers were making their way towards the group of you during your speech, one of them sliding between the two groups to break out the berating that you were sending their way. 

“Now, now, break it up” 

“Get that crazy bitch away from me” One of them said, trying to fix their collar only to find that you had ripped two of the buttons off of it when you had yanked it earlier. 

“Hysterical coming from the group that was following someone with a cane to harass them” You lied, not even caring that you were messing with the truth a little as the two enforcers glanced over at Viktor and just assumed that your story was more likely to be correct. 

Now, instead of being a neutral party, body language showed that they were a little more protective of you than they were the three men. And as they saw this shift in attitude, the gravity of the situation dawned on them just how much trouble they were likely to get into if they were changed with harassment. 

“How about you three just head on your way.” The larger of the two enforcers growled, a smirk working its way onto your face as you watched them flinch back at just how intimidating the man was. 

Making a hasty retreat, the three turned and sped away, the two enforcers wishing you both a better day before they headed in the same direction, most likely to keep an eye out on what the group was doing. 

Neither of you said a word as you made the last little bit of the journey back to the apartment. And as you entered, you felt nothing but guilt well up inside as you watched the normally always bright and sunny man silently slip into the bedroom. 

You had been an embarrassment, you knew that the moment the adrenaline wore off. So as you peaked through the crack of the bedroom door, seeing the man curled up in the blankets, you had already assumed that you were sleeping on the couch that night. 

However, you still wanted to make him feel better…but how did you do that? 

A soul crushing guilt started to take hold as you weren’t sure what to do to brighten his mood. He had always been the one to know how to fix your’s, so with his nearly always sarcastic humor, you had never needed to do this. 

Going through your list of things he liked, you started to compile a list…though some of the things were completely useless to think about. You knew that he liked the docks and boats, not really being helpful at the moment. Of course he loved his sciences, but was mentioning his work really the best solution right now? 

You had landed on the sweet milk that he liked, biting your lip as you went off of the memories of him making it to try and make it correctly. As you poured the milk into the mug, you couldn’t help but panic at the final step you remembered. He always sprinkled on a little bit of a dark brown powerd…which now looking at your cabinet, that could be cinnamon or cocoa power…fuck. 

Hazarding a guess, you went for chocolate, assuming that since the chocolate flavor would be sweeter and with his sweet tooth it would be the most likely answer. Hopefully. 

Bring that as well as the last cupcake that you had been saving, figuring that he deserved it more at this moment, you softly knocked on the door before making your way to the mass of blankets. You had expected to receive an angry scolding for your actions earlier..only to find Viktor quickly hiding his face, but not before you saw the remnants of tears on his cheeks. 

Nervousness gone, your priority was on the man before you and making sure that he was alright. 

“Hey hey hey, no hiding-” Setting the plate and cup down on the bedside table, you knelt down on the floor as you gently cradled his cheeks in the palms of your hands. And as you softly held his cheeks, the words spilled out like the tears that spilled free as well. 

“I’m so sorry. It is all my fault, I knew something like this would happen. I just knew it.” 

“How in the world is this your fault?” 

The man had to be just shaken up from the interaction, sure he was from the undercity, but you frankly couldn’t understand how his brilliant mind would attribute some bastard’s actions being something he had to apologize for

“They only picked on you because of…of me” He sniffed softly, going to pull away from your touch only to find that your grip wasn’t budging. 

“No no, my dear sweet Vitya, no” Wanting to use his childhood name to bring him some source of comfort. Peppering soft kisses at where his tears were, you ever so gently slipped onto the bed beside him, finding that as you did so the man reached out to latch to you. 

“My dear…Šikovný?” You asked softly, not sure if you were using the term right as you had constantly been trying to learn more of his language. Though, at the breathy chuckle in response you could only assume that it hadn’t been correct. 

“Your dear clever? I am not certain what you were trying to say, Solnyshko” It seemed to at least get him a little out of the funk that he had found himself in. Even if it was at the expense of your pride. 

“...I was trying to call you a clever boy…” You muttered, the soft chuckle only seeming to get a little louder as you had been completely off. 

“That would be múdry chlapec, smart boy” He teased, knowing that as soon as you realized that you had been completely off your face was going to erupt a bright red like a tomato. 

“...you’re kidding me..” 

As Viktor tried to stifle his laughter his only response was a soft shake of his head, his hair softly bouncing in the process. 

“Your efforts were appreciated none the less.” 

Scoffing at his words, you sat up to reach for the items that you had brought with you, turning to find that as you had sat up Viktor had as well. Inquisitive eyes shifting to the plate that held the cupcake that he knew you had been saving. And as you saw the moment to explain, you gently placed the warm cup in his hands. 

“I wanted to do something to help you feel better, so I attempted to make your sweet milk” You said, filled with both excitement and worry about how it would turn out. Then Viktor, seeing this, was quick to take a large gulp without another word. 

For a moment there was nothing but silence, it seemed to be a struggle for the brunette to force it down. All the while a plethora of emotions flashed through his eyes as he did his best to keep his expression neutral. 

“Well…eh…” He started, ever so slightly tipping the cup to inspect what exactly was inside. Even from the angle you were sitting you could tell that in the milk were little pieces of solid milk, it being unknown to you that since you had heated it too quickly that you had curdled the milk. 

“It’s an…interesting variation” As he took in another small sip, to try and get it all down, he couldn’t help but notice the odd flavor that was coming from the topping. “And, the cinnamon, is it old by chance? It tastes a little…off” 

“Cinnamon? Shit…” That earned you a worried expression, stopping mid sip. “I thought you had used cocoa powder…” 

That seemed to be that final bit of information that broke his resolve. Leaning across the bed to the other side table on his end, he placed the cup out of reach before bringing his attention back to you. 

“My darling, my ever perfect love, I will teach you how to make sweet milk…till then, please don’t attempt to do it again, at least not without me present” He chuckled softly, hands coming to run small circles in an attempt to comfort you

“Fucking stop it!” You finally cracked, unable to keep your voice calm. “You always put me above everything that is happening and I did this for you! You were the one that was hurt today, you were the one they were picking on, I am trying to make you feel better! To get you to talk to me about it” 

“Oh I can tell” His voice was light and calm compared to yours, not at all bothered by how you exploded. It was just how you were, he was quiet and collected while you tended to be loud and bouncing from idea to idea. Though as he saw that this wasn’t going to be fixed by just a simple joke, a sigh was exalted before he decided to open up. 

“I’ve told you about my childhood, how friends were not really a part of my early life. The small times I had friends, I saw how the other kids treated them, picking on them for playing with me. Even if we are adults I knew that similar bullies, even if they were older, would harass you in the same manner.” 

You took his hand into your own, giving a gentle squeeze to remind him that you were there for support as he delved into his own insecurities. 

“As I got older, a teenager, I heard from the others about their sexual encounters. From deduction alone I couldn’t help but grow worried. They spoke about their own…releases, the time it took for them to reach it on their own, and I always found that my times were far longer. So I looked into the research on the topic, finding that there were indeed cases where men born with my..condition would have complications. They never specified the exact details of what they were, but I had not wanted to look into it more at the time.” 

You pushed down a laugh, not wanting to butt into his story when you had the answer to that. 

“ I only worry about you not getting everything you deserve from a relationship. You deserve a man who can protect you, who doesn’t embarrass you in public, who can satisfy you in bed…” He trailed off, you just not able to hold the information any longer. 

“Viktor, baby, the ‘complications’ you are talking about are about you not hardening. And, I feel bad that it’s taken you till now to know this…but it is far more embarrassing for the ones you overheard to have such short times compared to your longer one.” 

A quick kiss before you motioned towards the failed attempt at sweet milk to the side. 

“I’m clearly not a good cook, does that make me a failed partner and make you want to break up with me?” You asked, your point clicking instantly in the man’s brain as he scoffed. 

“I see what you're going for. No I wouldn’t so there is no reason for me to believe you would leave me.” 

“Exactly, besides, I think we compliment each other well. You are a far better cook than I will ever be and I’ll be the one that does the protecting. Besides, I find it fun” 

Amber eyes rolled as you pulled him close, knowing he was just being sassy as he sunk into your touch. 

That night, you finally had your chance to pamper the man. He had the cupcake, smiling as his sweet tooth was appeased. As well as being able to curl up with his head on your chest, your fingers softly running through his hair. Slipping off to sleep, you felt such a sense of accomplishment as you had been able to help Viktor for once, already having ideas on how you wanted to brighten up his days from then on.

#my requests #request #viktor #viktor league of legends #arcane viktor x reader #viktor arcane x reader #viktor x reader #viktor x reader arcane #viktor x y/n #viktor x you #viktor arcane #viktor lol #ficfanatictrf #ficfanatic

[sweetiecutie]

love your writing!!! I’m so super new to fanfics and stuff like that and whatnot and I mean I’m 22 - where have I been hiding??? this is my first time like asking / writing to someone so plz don’t hate me I just really love your writing style and English also isn’t my first language (that’s when you know the fic is gonna slappp).

please feed my sinful soul with more slasher!könig. if you want to, of course.

I was thinking of so many different scenarios this could pan out …

imagine his idiosyncrasy’s at each murder now shifting to leaving tokens of love and obsession and hidden messages to Y/N. like flowers scattered around the body or discarded poems written and placed on the body, but he never does anything to compromise their safety by directly referring to Y/N. and how he sort of turns into Y/N’s super stalker, super overprotective. like he’d somehow figure out that oh they need new shoes - bam, new shoes would randomly appear in their home and it’s exactly their size and just to their liking (especially if they lived alone because then he might turn into perv/stalker-slasher by placing little cameras everywhere tee hee hee…)

AND PLOT TWIST THAT HE MIGHT BE A VERY VERY PROMINENT MAN IN THE COMMUNITY?! Very trusted and loved. Like a well-established family doctor? Or the mayor? Or something? Not like he owns one of the largest farms in the area, like the richest farmer in the area - not like an animal farm or whatever … something romantic - a vineyard

And I mean just so that Y/N can get over the death of their BF quicker - maybe Slasher!König targeted him because he was cheating or something that could hurt Y/N?

Sorry for this long message. I don’t even know why I’m sending this thing I just want to discuss it and I don’t know how. There’s so many different ways this can go

Also. Is writing fanfic also as fun as reading it? Do you get the same kick? Because I wanna start writing …

Danke und tschüss!

xxx

Caty

First of all - how DARE you expose half of my amazing plans for these series?!?!? Girl, you read my intentions like an open fucking book😭

But still I want to keep a bit of an intrigue over this✨

You’re definitely right, I see König as more of a psycho-stalker one, completely fucked in his head, and a fact that no one can tell just because he’s so good at keeping straight face, wearing a mask of a friendly neighbour? Absolutely delicious. A pretty girl will smile and joke with this gentle giant, batting her long eyelashes up at him with a subtle blush dusting her cheeks, noting soft quirk of man’s lips, hoping that König may like her back. The next night this dainty neck of hers will be snapped in few places from vicious grip of huge hand, her stomach sliced opened, bright blood painting everything red. Among all mushed up insides her womb is missing - König taking it, since this whore was offering it to him so openly a day before.

And idea with wine garden is so freaking good, I haven’t thought about it even (omg I know abt these sm, since I live in wine region of Germany😶‍🌫️) So I will definitely think abt incorporating this into the story, thank you dearly for suggesting it!

Overall, I’m really happy you enjoyed it, and hope you’re looking forward for new writings, that means a lot🩷🩷 Never be afraid to send in submissions or texts, they make me super happy!

#my sweetiecuties #slasher!könig #cod könig #könig modern warfare #cod fanfiction #cod mw #call of duty writing #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty x reader

[shroomthebest]

I’m very conflicted at the Georgenotfound situation, you are very welcome to disagree with me on this matter, I’m not trying to downplay an issue in these allegations, im honestly just writing my opinions down. And if I get anything wrong or you have heard something about the allegations that I haven’t heard or haven’t been included in this post, please inform me.

I don’t think Catibugzz is being honest, I honestly the first time I heard about the allegations, knew it sounded a bit weirdly timed. I of course thought i was just overthinking it and I ignored my suspicions, first thing I wanna say is that she lied about her age, she said that she was freshly eighteen, She wasn’t freshly eighteen (im not sure but that’s what I have heard so please correct me if I’m wrong) she was eighteen and six months, her story also keeps changing. It went from George just touching her waist to him touching her tits. Also at first Cati also did say that George only touched her waist, which is now apparently not the case even as she said that herself. She also keeps saying she has evidence but we haven’t seen evidence, also consent doesn’t have to be words leaving your mouth (audible consent? I think that’s what it’s called lol) nodding as Cati did, is also considered consent. Please correct me if I misunderstood anything in this case and give me more info if there is something I got totally wrong

Please be respectful and calm if you leave a comment on this post any rude comments/messages will be deleted

Stay safe <3

#abuse awareness #dream smp #mcyt #minecraft #shubblesupportsquad #support the victims #georgenotfound #catibugzz #georgenotfound allegations #my opinion #abuse is terrible

[drbased]

Time for another major take-down

This is a Big One. I'm going to analyse I Am A Transwoman. I Am In The Closet. I Am Not Coming Out.

Part 1

Let's get into it. Firstly, the note at the start: I hate how it's become commonplace to write something online - a literal public space, accessible to anyone - and then when criticised immediately back-track and call it 'private' and 'a diary entry'. This applies to radfems on tumblr, or anyone tbh. If you want something to remain private, write it privately.

Correlation, meet causation.

Yeah, there's a reason the phrase 'correlation does not equal cause causation' exists. But this is the primary tool of human narrative-making and exactly why it is so easy for trans-identified people to discover past 'evidence' of their gender. Occam's razor is thrown out because the dull reality feels much less significant than the constructed narrative.

Ever the magical thinker, I tell myself that if I wish out loud one thousand times, I will wake up with long hair in cute pajamas with a different name — and maybe freckles.

One might consider it a minor nitpick, but here lies the primary issue: the gender essentialism that people internalise as children is not discarded as sexist nonsense, but instead the sunk-cost fallacy works its magic. Of course, the author might be using some flowery language to merely evoke the image of 'girl' in the reader's mind - but the mere fact that someone in this culture is able to communicate the exact concept of biological sex by referencing sexed roles/expectations shows just how ingrained these beliefs are in our society.

The next part, at eight years old, is especially sad. Causation and correlation definitely have a rocky relationship here. He describes getting on with mostly women. Something as basic as being friends with and admiring the females in his life is seen as 'proof' of his female identity. But of course, you're a transwoman in the closet. How many of these 'women' you like and admire, are actually women? You say you think divorced, tattooed, Catie's mum is cool - what if that person is actually a man? Or if that feels like a cheap argument, do you think that all these women especially like you, above all other 'boys' your age? Do you think they can tell?

When I ask to sleep over at my friends’ houses, I am told I am not allowed. Boys are not allowed. My friend Caitie’s mother argues about this on the phone with my mother. I realize my mother is not on my side.

No sarcasm here - I don't really get this bit. Did you mean to write that girls are not allowed? Because historically, parents are fine with boys having sleepovers together - it's typically cross-sex sleepovers that parents find an issue with, for all sorts of reasons. Not allowing sleepvers with other boys would be a concern of your mum specifically; nothing to do with gender. And speaking of your mum, your takeaway is that she's not on your side? What a strangely powerful conclusion to come to from one minor thing. Parents give their kids all sorts of weird and stupid rules. She might have her own reasons to not let you go to sleepovers - have you, say, asked her?

I love everything my sister loves, but I will not admit it. I know she and her friends will make fun of me. I know my parents will chastise me and correct me. I am learning the rules, and I am learning that boys liking girl things is a very high stakes issue. I am learning that adults react the same way to my interest in makeup as they do to my interest in matches and lighters.

Oh, you're learning the rules, are you? Did you ever want to un-learn them, maybe question them a bit, at least wonder for a second why the rules are that way? I once asked a trans person in DMs if they'd wondered why certain gendered expectations exist, and they responded 'to be honest, I hadn't really thought about it'. Remember, trans people are supposed to know more about gender than cis people. I've known trans people IRL to obsess over the details of their passing with zero questioning of the status quo. The fact that we're supposed to consider this rhetoric to be truly radical is telling.

As if maybe, by being what I am, I might burn down something very important to them. Something that makes their life more comfortable and easy.

The reason that following gender expectations makes life comfortable and easy for 'cis women' is exactly the same as it is for you: because it means that they don't have to feel angry at the world, that they can accept that everything they learned during childhood is natural and healthy and they don't have to hate their parents, peers and other adults for demanding certain things of them, and now as adults they retain certain 'perks' for conforming. You're only fractionally better because you're rejecting one set of expectations in favour of another - but in another way you're a whole lot worse because you're literally a member of the oppressor class wearing the costume of the oppressed class and thinking that makes you privy to their experiences. You're the one with a privilege so important to you that women's freedom and liberation would burn it down.

I am jealous of my sister’s clothing. One day, home alone after school, I sneak into her room and pull on her Tinkerbell Halloween costume. I slip the elastic straps over my shoulders, then the tights along my legs. It fits.

Ah, the classic. The charitable version of me acknowledges that many trans people have been perfectly willing to admit (especially pre 2016) that they're dysphoric over sex and will accept these surface-level associations purely to help them relieve dysphoria. And I understand that. But this man claimed at the start that correlation = causation, here. And you cannot tell me that everyone who has read this will be thinking as deeply as I am - many people are fully happy to admit that this has nothing to do with sex and entirely to do with gender i.e. gendered roles and expectations. To many people, that Tinkerbell costume is synonymous with 'female'. It makes you wonder why we decided to say that vaginas are female sex organs at all, if gender can be summed up with long hair and cute pyjamas.

#my writing