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httpiastri · 1 month
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snowy mountains & hot baths – op81
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you, oscar, and an empty spa can only lead to one thing.
genre: very short smut 😶
pairing: oscar piastri x female reader
warnings: uhhh public sex.... unprotected sex, wrap it before you tap it yall!!
author's note: happy valentines day :) wish i had oscar here to celebrate with me... anyway. idk about this one guys 🫠🫠 started out alright but then i hated half of it so i deleted it and rewrote it but it just got worse. and i know that if i don't just post it rn, i will likely procrastinate and never end up posting it at all. yay. hope u enjoy anyway! i also have another oscar fic done that's at least a bit better than this lol.
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a low groan leaves oscar's lips when he dips his feet in the warm water. he instantly turns around, eyes finding you standing by the door you've just walked through to get to this outdoor area of the spa. he holds his hand out towards you, beckoning for you to step closer.
"it feels so good," he promises, gaze following your every move as you let your robe slide down your arms. his eyes widen when you reveal your newly bought bikini – papaya orange, of course – and a shudder passes through his body at the sight of the tiny material trying it's best to cover you up.
he thanks all the gods he can think of that there's no one else around.
goosebumps grow across your skin now that you're exposed to the sub-zero temperatures, toes curling in the short layer of snow on the deck. you stroll over to him, making sure to let your hips sway a little extra with every step because you know he's watching and you know what he's thinking. the sight of him gulping as his eyes wander up and down your body can only mean one thing.
taking his hand in yours, you let him pull you into the water with him, letting out a content sound when the water envelops your legs and brings the temperature of your body up again. oscar gives your hand a squeeze and leans back, his back hitting the water as he submerged into it. you dive in right after him, making a few strokes beneath the surface before coming up for air again. your hands come up to wipe away the water from your face, before brushing over your hair and tying it up in a messy bun on top of your head.
"this is just what i needed," your boyfriend says, drawing out an agreeing hum from you. it's been a long day – a long week, really – filled to the brim with skiing, hot chocolate drinking, skiing, cable car-rides, and then more skiing. oscar doesn't usually get a lot of time off work, and when he does, he wants to make the most of it. and as his partner, he thinks you should be doing the same, and that's why he's woken you up in the early hours every morning this last week, practically bouncing from how much he aches to go out in the swiss alps yet again.
the hot tub is big enough to swim around in, but oscar makes his way to the side and sits down on the built-in seat, arms stretching out and resting on the edge of the pool. you swim over to him, easily slipping onto his lap and letting your hands rest on his shoulders. oscar tenses up when you sit on him, and you're not surprised by the length already poking up at you – he's just a man, after all – but you decide not to do anything to acknowledge it just yet.
"it's really beautiful here, don't you think?" you ask, looking to your side. the sun has only just set, so the little village isn't completely dark yet. the moon above your heads casts a soft hue over the mountains you've spent all week conquering, stars twinkling among the tops.
"not as beautiful as you, though." there's barely any lightning out here other than the little candles scattered across the floor, but you see the fire in oscar's gaze clearly when you look back at him. he's staring at you like you're the most perfect work of art, the most beautiful thing to ever exist – and your expression matches his, because he truly is your favorite thing to look at in the world. your heart flutters at the contrast between how cute he looks with a few locks of his long fringe curling along his forehead, and how incredibly sexy his body looks with the little droplets of water decorating his muscular chest. he's just stunning.
"you really did a great job with planning and booking all of this, you know," you start. "i may have complained quite a bit when you dragged me out of bed at six am, but... it's all been perfect."
your hands find the space just below his jaw, and it takes all of your strength not to blatantly stare at his thick neck when you feel the muscles under your touch.
"well, perfect except for the fact that my legs are so sore right now."
oscar chuckles at this confession, hands leaving the edge of the pool and dipping into the water instead. "let me help you out with that, then..."
a jolt of electricity shoots down your spine when his palms meet your bare thighs, fingers pressing into the skin and stroking you softly. your eyes flutter closed, loving every second of his massage and growing hotter when his hands make their way further and further up. it doesn't take long before oscar can't hold back anymore, reaching up to press his lips against yours.
you sigh into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling yourself further towards him, your crotch brushing against his as a result. the moan he lets out is so hot that you instinctively begin grinding down against him, wanting to hear more.
oscar gets the hint, but finds himself reaching for your shoulders, holding you back as he leans out of the kiss. your lips chase after him, a frown taking over your face when he doesn't give in. you open your eyes to look at him.
"are you sure... that you want to..." oscar's voice is low but genuine; he knows you aren't a fan of exhibitionism, and that these situations usually only make you uncomfortable.
but the look in your eyes is impossible to misinterpret. "there's no one around..."
he looks around the area once more just to make sure. choosing to go to the spa at 8pm, the exact time when the restaurant at the hotel was the most crowded, was oscar's best idea yet.
he doesn't say anything else. he just grabs the back of your neck, pushing you down to his lips yet again. it's more rushed now, messy kisses pressed against your lips and his tongue swiping across your bottom lip hastily. his other hand caresses all the way down your back, gives your butt a quick squeeze, and then moves to your front instead. his fingers trace the edge of your bikini before dipping inside of it, finding your clit with ease.
your upper body is completely leaning onto him by now, little sounds slipping past your lips as he starts drawing circles onto your already sensitive bud. in no time, he's slipped past your clit, one finger sliding into your core and pumping you a couple of times before being joined by another finger. you can't help but clench around him, exhaling into the kiss.
"please, oscar..." you whine against his lips, and oscar nods, pulling out of you and breaking the kiss. he holds your hips away a little to make space for his hand undoing the knot that holds up his swim trunks, before pulling his dick out of them. he lifts you up, fingers pushing your bikini bottoms to the side but pausing when his tip meets your core. he waits for your nod of consent before finally entering you.
the water helps him glide into you, a throaty moan rumbling from his throat when he bottoms you out. he doesn't give you even a second to adjust, hands on your hips pulling you up before sinking you onto him again.
"fuck," he lets out, throwing his head back when you start to roll your hips against his. "you feel so good..."
you lean forward, forehead resting on the bend of his neck as you bounce up and down on him. your hands move to the back of his head, fingers getting lost in his locks, and it doesn't take long before your movements get sloppier. you gasp when oscar begins thrusting up into you, meeting your downward movements in a steady rhythm.
his grip on your hips grows firmer, rough fingers pressing into your skin and surely leaving marks for tomorrow. he's getting closer, too – you can tell by the string of moans he's letting out in between a bunch of swearwords – and you use your last bit of energy to pick up your pace and help him out. your walls contract around him when you come, and you feel him reach his own high not long after, twitching and shooting into you as you ride out your orgasms.
his hands are more gentle now, brushing up and down your back and following the bumps of your spine. when you finally gain the energy to speak, your words vibrate against his skin. "well, we're never coming back to this spa again." you lean back slightly, looking up at him for the first time in a while. "or the town, for that matter."
his blissed-out eyes meet yours, soft and glossy as he raises his eyebrows. "why's that?"
his flushed cheeks make him look so innocent, but his heaving chest tells another story. "did you not see the cameras?" you question.
"oh, you think we're the first ones to do this here?" you gasp at his wording, splashing some water his way. he laughs. "what, do you really? i reckon this happens here at least once every day. maybe even more."
"oscar!"
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b1ackbunny · 6 months
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LOVE LIES
CH. 1 | SIN CITY
A Bada Lee smau-ish ff
pairing: bada lee x fem!dancer!oc (jia mei yu)
synopsis: bada lee wasn’t looking for love when it found her. jia mei yu couldn’t truly comprehend the feeling inside when she was with her, on and off the dancefloor. when these two dancers meet by chance, a bond is formed and uncharted territories are explored.
word count: 2.9k
warnings: definitely au-like… no mentions of swf or smf, uhhh idk any more, bad writing, friendly violence, a little inaccurate, unedited
previous: prologue
next: chapter 2
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a/n: first posted ff on here obviously has to be with my wife ofcccc!!! I’ve always wanted to do a smau-ish type story so I wasn't gonna pass up this opportunity 🫶🏽 this is just for funsies take nothing seriously so if you guys want to comment feel free I hope you enjoy! planning for this to be a series
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Jia sighed and opened the practice room door, shrugging her bag off her shoulder and placing it by the mirror. She spent most of her day with Leejung and Deukie, although she got breakfast with her main friend group beforehand.
Looking down at her phone, she saw a couple of notifications displayed on her lock screen. She ignored them for now and opened Spotify, scrolling through her different playlists. Jia wanted to end the day with a calm freestyle session, so she settled on her playlist containing relaxed but danceable songs.
She clicked shuffle play and stretched for the duration of the first song. Setting her phone on the floor to record some of her session for potential sparks of genius, Jia made sure her shoes were tied as the first notes of Waves by Normani began to play.
Jia swayed to the beat before beginning to be immersed in the music. It was like second nature to hit each beat for the girl. Every move she did matched the vibe of the song. She stared at the mirror and couldn't help but criticize her dancing a bit.
Yes, her body control was exceptional, but she believed her lines could've been better. She took off her hat and ran her hands through her hair. She crouched down and took multiple sips of water. After she finished, she put her hat back on and stopped the recording before standing up straight and waiting for the next song.
The playlist continued to shuffle play and each song that played reminded her of the one person she didn't want to think about. After dancing to Too Late by SZA, Jia decided to take a break. She looked at the time and saw it was 7:16 in the evening.
Taking her water bottle and drinking a decent amount, she looked at it and saw that it was a little less than halfway. She picked up her phone and water bottle, put her phone in her pocket, and exited the studio. She felt comfortable leaving her bag in the room since YGX was her usual studio.
Jia walked down the hall, occasionally peeking through the windows of other rooms to see if any of her friends were in. Just as she was about to peek through the window of a room, she heard her name being called and hurried steps.
Her eyes widened once she turned her head to see it was her friend J-Ho. “J-Ho! What are you doing here?” She beamed at the Just Jerk dancer with a slightly confused smile. Jia and J-Ho’s friendship was one of those low-maintenance ones so it's safe to say she hadn't seen him since June.
J-Ho answered while pulling the girl into a hug, “My friend is hosting a workshop here so Howl, Hulk, and I wanted to sit in and support.” Jia let out a sound of understanding and pulled away before looking through the room window and seeing two familiar faces.
“Wait- it's in this one?” J-Ho confirmed with a nod and a grin. “There's a 10-minute break so I took a bathroom break,” J-Ho explained as he opened the door. Jia was getting ready to walk away before seeing J-Ho’s confused face.
“You’re not coming in to say hi to Hulk and Howl?” Jia glanced at the window before looking back at J-Ho. “I don't want to intrude or anyth-” Her sentence was cut off by J-Ho laughing and pulling her into the room. Jia smiled and bowed at the students she passed while the two made a beeline toward their friends.
“Guess who I found lurking in the hallway.” J-Ho joked as the two reached their target. It seemed that they were in a conversation but when J-Ho spoke, they all turned their attention toward the two. Jia only recognized two out of the three dancers they approached.
Hulk was the first to pull her into a hug and sway side to side. “G, I haven't seen you in so long!” Jia laughed a little and nodded as their hug ended, forming the Scout Honor sign with her right hand and standing up exaggeratedly straight. “I've been extremely loyal to YGX since about early August.”
The three rolled their eyes at her statement with a smile, knowing that her statement was only half-true. Jia greeted Howl before glancing over to the girl she was unfamiliar with. She looked her up and down, not in a rude way but in one with genuine curiosity.
“Oh, right sorry. This is the friend I told you about. Jia, meet Bada Lee. Bada, meet Jia Mei Yu.” J-Ho introduced the two. Jia and Bada bowed toward each other, a smile spreading across Jia’s face when she started to recognize the name. “Wait, you're the one that choreographed for Aespa and NCT, right?”
Bada nodded her head with a smile, causing Jia to smile more and slightly bounce on her toes and quietly clap. “But, you choreographed for Le Sserafim and Itzy, if I'm not mistaken?” Bada asked her smile still prominent when Jia nodded and covered her mouth.
She felt she was smiling too hard so she pulled down her hat, hoping it would swallow her face and smile whole. Bada glanced at the clock and saw the break was almost over. She made it known to the class before making her way back to the group.
“It was nice seeing you guys-” Jia started to say her goodbyes before she was cut off by Bada. “You can stay and watch the rest of the workshop…” Jia furrowed her eyebrows, glancing at the boys who nodded in agreement with Bada then locking her eyes back on the beautiful girl in front of her.
“Only if you want to or aren't already busy, of course..” Bada rushed out and the corners of Jia’s lips slightly curled up when she saw a hopeful glint in the girl’s eyes. “I didn't want to be a bother or anything but if you insist…” Jia trailed off, the smile that threatened to escape fought a winning battle.
Bada nodded and grinned before moving toward the front of the class. Once she left the group, Jia turned toward the boys and punched J-Ho in the arm. He winced in pain and moved away from the girl before she could hit him again. “That was for saying my full government name when introducing me to the Bada Lee.”
Jia sweetly smiled at him and patted his arm, summoning laughs from Howl and Hulk. J-Ho rolled his eyes and mushed the girl’s head to the side. “You’ll be fine.” Jia folded her arms and shifted her attention to the girl she stayed to watch.
Jia found Bada undeniably attractive and couldn't have been any more unprepared for what she was about to see. Since Bada had already taught and ran through the dance moves before the break, it was time to do the choreography full-out once again.
Jia and her friends stood toward the back while the first group, including Bada, moved to the center where there was a space cleared for them. The cameraman signaled that they were recording and the song started.
The girl recognized it as Sin City by SAAY and began to feel excited that she was able to experience this in person. She grinned at Bada through the mirror and caught a glimpse of the corners of her mouth twitch up.
She was completely and utterly caught off guard as soon as the group started dancing. Although both Bada and her students were doing an amazing job, Jia couldn't seem to shift her gaze onto anyone other than Bada.
She clapped and cheered for the dancers but as soon as she made eye contact with Bada for the fourth time she had to cover the lower half of her face with her hoodie’s sleeve to hide the rising blush that took over her features.
The other dancers stepped away, leaving Bada to perform her freestyle at the end. At this point, Jia fanned her face a bit, feeling unbelievably embarrassed and flustered at the way her body seemed to respond to seeing the girl dance.
Hulk laughed at her expression and how pink her face seemed to be getting, causing Jia to feint at him before going back to watching the phenomenal dancer in front of her. Once Bada finished with a bow, everyone began cheering for the dancer.
Jia clapped, cheered, and bounced on her toes before being pulled down to stand flat on her feet by Howl. The girl’s smile dropped and she side-eyed him before shooing his hands. “Let me applaud for this talented woman in peace!” Howl laughed and shook his head.
“You just met her, you're embarrassing yourself.” Jia rolled her eyes and looked over at the girl who was picking out the dancers for the next group. She held a dimmed smile, knowing that there was most likely some truth to Howl’s statement.
After the next group danced, Jia decided she wasn't going to stay for the other groups and it was time for her to head back to her practice room. “Well, this was fun thank you guys for convincing me to stay!” She said with a smile while glancing between all her friends.
She peeked over at Bada who was now stationed at the back of the room with them and saw she wore a slightly bummed expression. “You're not staying for the whole workshop?” Jia sighed at Bada’s question and shook her head.
“I should get back to the practice room I was in. It was great meeting you and I hope we meet again!” Jia kindly stated before saying her goodbyes to the group and bowing. She walked toward the door, greeting some students who recognized her on the way and exited the room.
Remembering the original reason why she left the room in the first place, she walked to the water dispenser at the end of the hall and began filling her bottle. She couldn't deny that Howl’s words ran through her mind a bit.
Why did she get so excited over a girl she just met? Especially when less than thirty minutes ago Jinhyoung was one of the only people on her mind. Speaking of him, she still couldn't wrap her mind around how he basically ghosted her for four months and then commented on her tweet.
Jia grimaced at the thought and stopped filling her water bottle. She walked back down the hall to her practice room while tightening the cap of her bottle. Opening the door, she was met with the room exactly how she left it.
She connected her phone back to the speakers and began stretching while searching for her next song. After deciding on a song, she set her phone up against the mirror. Only by J.cob began playing and Jia smiled when she took off her hat, running her fingers through her hair.
Before the lyrics began, she made the quick decision to ditch both her hat and her hoodie. Thankfully she had a black crewneck tank top underneath. Right after she tossed the hat and hoodie to the side, the lyrics commenced and she began dancing.
With each dance move, she found herself getting more and more hyped. She looked at herself through the mirror when the pre-chorus hit. She slowed down her moves and incorporated some hip movements before picking up the speed when the chorus began.
Due to this being one of her most listened-to songs, she was able to tell a story with her moves. They were smooth and looked pretty good for it being a freestyle. When Nathania’s verse on the song began Jia smiled at her reflection.
She was truly having fun. With her notifications ultimately being silenced and left in the company of herself and the music, Jia was honestly at peace. She smoothly danced to the verse, coordinating her body in ways she felt went with the song.
As the song came to an end, Jia felt that some parts of that freestyle could've been rearranged into a choreography. She slipped over to her phone and bent down to stop the recording.
She disconnected it from the speakers and replayed the recording. While watching the video, she cringed at some parts and felt like an intellectual at others. Overall, she ruled the freestyle as a stroke of genius.
When this happens, Jia usually locks herself in the room until she is able to transform it into an adequate choreography. This time is no different. She stood in the middle of the room, rerunning the video and dissecting the routine.
Jia decided that she would only make choreography for Nathania’s verse. She debated with herself on whether she should make the choreo more sensual or hip-hop-based. After some deliberation, she chose the latter and began working.
Since she didn't bring her notebook, she opened the notes app and started writing out elements that she liked from the freestyle, flipping between the recording and the notes app.
She added to, subtracted from, and rearranged the choreography until she was satisfied with her end result. This took close to three hours and many recordings later. Once Jia finished her final take, she smiled at her reflection and held her hips.
Her shallow breaths were heard once she picked up her phone and stopped both the recording and the music. She laid on her back and took deep breaths, the cool flooring helped her body cool down.
Hating the feeling of her hair sticking to her skin, she got up and walked to where her bag was. Once she reached it, she pulled out a hair tie and put her hair up in a ponytail while looking at herself in the mirror.
She heard a knock at the door and looked at her watch. It was currently 10:30 p.m. She remembered renting out the studio till 11 p.m., so this made her eyebrows slightly furrow. Jia turned toward the door and slightly smiled at who she saw.
Calmly striding over to the door, Jia swung the door open and leaned against it. “Well, well, well, what do we have here? Didn't your class end hours ago?” She joked with a tiny smile and happily maintained eye contact with the girl in front of her. “Yeah, it did, but I stayed to work on some new choreography.”
Jia hummed in understanding before putting a hand on her hip and quirking her eyebrow. “So, Bada Lee… why are you here?” Jia observed as Bada rubbed the side of her neck.
“I didn’t get the chance to ask for your number before. I think we should collaborate on a choreography or two in the future.” Bada vocalized and Jia put on a thinking expression. She looked up at the ceiling before glimpsing back at the girl.
“Yeah, of course! To tell the truth, I was honestly hoping we could potentially be friends…?” Jia hopefully drew out. The pause that occurred was mortifying and made the girl stare at her shoes.
Jia held back the urge to cover her face and right when she was about to take the request back, she heard a laugh from Bada. Her eyes immediately snapped up to meet Bada’s and what she was met with made her smile.
Bada was staring at the girl with a grin while nodding her head. “I’d love that.” Jia slightly giggled and tried to smoothen down her ponytail. Her eyes scanned over Bada’s face, stopping at every minute feature before meeting her eyes once again.
“So, the phone number?” Bada reminded and Jia could hear a slight tease in her tone. Jia shook her head and laughed to herself before turning toward the inside of the room. “Right, yeah, of course, duh!”
She signaled for Bada to come inside as she walked toward her phone lying in the center of the room. She picked it up and speed-walked to where Bada stood by the door. Unlocking her phone and opening her contacts, she swiped on the keypad and turned the phone toward Bada.
Bada did the same and the pair took each other’s phones. After they typed their phone numbers into the other’s phone, they both handed it back. Jia smiled at the contact and slowly tapped her phone against her hand.
“I guess we’ll meet again sooner than later.” Jia joked and watched as Bada backed up toward the door, holding up her phone. “I’ll text you.” She said once she reached the door and shook her phone, grinning.
Jia nodded and put a thumbs-up before Bada excited the room. She waited a couple of seconds after Bada’s departure to start celebrating. The giddy feeling inside was still apparent and Jia couldn't help but start hopping out of excitement.
She started doing her victory dance and punching the air before stopping and looking out the window to make sure nobody witnessed that. With a sigh, she fell back on the floor and smiled at the ceiling.
It feels like it's been forever since she truly liked someone, and though she's okay with how her life was, she missed the feeling a new crush brought her. Although she proposed the idea of being friends, Jia couldn't help but want for more and she hoped Bada would soon feel the same.
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thegrimreaperisanerd · 4 months
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So there are a lot of very talented artists amongst DE fans (drawing, painting, writing, ect) so I've been thinking: would folks be interested in taking part in a gift exchange?
I'm thinking forms style; If you're interested then enter your @, your medium/ the sort of stuff you want to create, and a VERY basic "likes/ dislikes" list: then there's a random draw on one of those websites (I usually do my work's secret santa...) and once you've gotten your @ for somebody else, you create something for them! I took part in something similar for Soul Eater years ago and that was really fun
I want to gauge interest before I set anything up but my thought process was; you've got until December 3rd to sign up, you get your draw on December 4th, then you have until December 21st (winter solstice) to make your thingy
On the 21st/ 22nd you then post your creation and tag the person you're gifting for in it🙂
I know it's short notice! But it's just an idea I've had, if it goes well it can always be repeated with a better timeframe lol (and somebody/s more competent running it)
Speaking of: I'm not the most tech-savvy/ have issues organising shite sometimes/ already have two bloody jobs (December 4th is my choice since that's my next feckin' day off, aghhhh) so if anyone would like to ASSIST I plan on setting up a sideblog, and I would be extremely grateful.
Also I plan on taking part, so if you want to assist but worry I'd embargo you from the exchange part then don't even worry about it, I'm chill as fuck.
Uhhh, yeah, putting this in the main tag but plz share if you ARE interested, also feel free to hit me up with suggestions or whatever, ESPECIALLY if you've done something similar - I will check in with this post again after I've come back from my second shift (around six hours from now)
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lawlietscaramels · 3 months
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It looks like asks are turned on! Can I request writing or, like, headcanons about how the death note characters laugh? I mean obvs there’s Kira’s silly evil laugh but what about pre-Kira light and L?
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AAA so asks here work!! yes. yesyeysyeye though the Wammy's kids may be ooc. See my various chats and notes for reason why but without further ado, here come the laughs!
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L Lawliet 🍰
first off, he doesn't laugh very often.
memes? nothing. jokes? nothing. sarcasm? nothing. This doesn't mean he doesn't find any of these funny, he just doesn't have the urge to actually laugh.
but Light falling down the Task Force stairs? YES.
L finds other things funny too but there's just... something special about watching Light mess up...
if he's around people he trusts he's likely to laugh more, at super not funny things especially. for example, bad puns, horribly edited memes or videos, and dark jokes are high on the list. (I may or may not also find these things very funny)
anyway that got into when he laughs. as for HOW he laughs: it varies depending on how funny something is.
Mildly amusing? Dry chuckle. almost sounds like a cough or the engine of a car if that makes sense. sometimes he will say (with no change in tone whatsoever), "haha. that was quite amusing."
Hilarious? the man is cackling and wheezing.
high pitched, like a hyena...
Light Yagami 🖊️
you guys might hate me but
Light is a GIGGLER!!!
this kind of embarrasses him so he can usually make it sound more like a chuckle, this is also how he does fake-laughs when he's Kira and wants to hide the crazy-laughs.
I think he'd find animals and cute stuff worth a little laugh just because it's amusing and they bring joy to his life
that said I think Kira version of Light wouldn't laugh as much. He's under a lot of stress, he doesn't see the joy in life any more. Light is just there to fulfil his mission, to cleanse the world of evil, and he's so dedicated to this cause that he doesn't find time to appreciate the good that already exists in this world
damn that got sad for a post about laughter
uhhh anyway other people laughing inevitably sets Light off too, even as Kira he struggles not to laugh when L or Matsuda does. Misa's laughs, not so much of a problem. They just concern him...
Misa Amane 💝
hold on this is kind of hard actually...
you know what, I think she'd make other noises instead of actual "laughs."
such as squeaking, squawking, honking, all those funny words used to describe people who laugh but don't really laugh. shakes her head and sighs a lot at dad jokes but she secretly loooves them.
if she actually laughs it will be hahahahahhahaa-gasp-hahahhahahaha where it gradually gets higher pitched and the sound stops and she's just breathing in a squeaky manner. Misa will also start waving her body and arms back and forth like she's going to hit her knees, but only hits air.
sounds a little like she's dying tbh
Misa used to be embarrassed about her laugh when she was little, but she grew to learn it just means she's happy! so she likes it
though she would never laugh if she's livestreaming or anything like that, like Light she'd have a fake laugh (a typical girly giggle) for such occasions.
Touta Matsuda 🦆
this guy is like so normal help hahjajjajjasjsj
I think he would often like scream and then laugh (especially on roller coasters, watching horror movies, being jump-scared, all that)
wheezes a little, goes "oh God- oh God- no no stop-"
his stomach starts to hurt because if Matsu starts laughing he just like. does not stop. he goes into hysterics.
would end up rolling on the floor and struggling to breathe
"Matsuda it was just a bad bee pun, are you alright?" because he'd suddenly be set off by one silly thing like that and just be chuckling and laughing and all for the next few hours. and expect it to start again if someone makes the mistake of saying "bees" in the next few days
Okay but his mouth would go all squiggly like Charlie Brown's when he's trying to hold in a laugh.
shoving his bright red face into a pillow and trying not to scream in laughter, literally this man is DYING at every lame joke. he loves really long jokes too.
this guy is not actually so normal after all...
Near 🧸
like L, he does not laugh very often
unlike L, this statement is ONLY true for when he's in the company of others. when alone I think Near does a fair bit of laughing, though it's quiet
it's just the kind of vulnerability and genuine enjoyment that he only feels safe to express when he's alone...
anyway Near's laugh is a little rough like he's not used to doing it. he might chuckle for a while, or just let out a quick and sharp "HA!" if he's more startled into laughter. the first one is more private, the second he might let out a couple of times in company
I think Near would also lie in bed at night and just laugh at the ceiling. maybe especially if he's had a bad day. it makes him feel a little better and reminds him that there are good things in the world! Because when Near laughs he remembers the other things that have made him laugh
it's a sign he likes and trusts someone if he laughs with them
Near can also mimic lots of different kinds of laughs. I feel like he's a storyteller, even if he only tells the stories to himself, so this skill can come in very useful!
Mello 🍫
HE HAS AN EVIL VILLAIN LAUGH
less disturbing than Light's Kira laugh BUT IT'S STILL KIND OF SCARY IF YOU'VE NEVER HEARD IT BEFORE
but most people are quick to realise he's just laughing. laughing a little like a crazy person but it's easy to tell, if you take the time to observe, that he's just genuinely enjoying himself
Matt ALWAYS knows what to say to make Mello laugh
(Mello tries not to laugh at Matt though, mostly because he's a little ass who doesn't want to give him the satisfaction)
Actually, his laugh is kind of sweet to listen to in a way??
I don't know how to explain that and the villain-laugh headcanon fitting together but they do, just trust me. it may sound evil but it is super sweet
hahaha he thinks he's a badass his laugh sounds like he's a badass but somehow it's not badass at all.
The opposite of Near, he's more likely to laugh around others.
I think his favourite thing to laugh at is really bad movies. Just making fun of them, ridiculing the plot, and though some people thinks he sucks the fun out of it he finds it enjoyable
Matt 🚬
laughs often, doesn't GENUINELY laugh often.
he's a smoker right? well, I think that makes it clear that he's got a smoker's kind of laugh. he might end up coughing if he laughs too long
don't smoke kids
Matt's always had more of a throaty laugh though, he's a low chuckle kind of guy. unless he's tired or REALLY amused, in which case he'll cackle.
When typing he does a keyboard smash laugh: AJHSHAHAJAJA
I think he laughs at himself often. Matt in particular I haven't seen his dn appearances in years but I think he's a pretty chill guy most of the time, happy to give a laugh if someone insults his fashion taste.
not a headcanon but I wonder if a PC emoji would fit better...
Loves to make other people laugh too!! will lighten the mood or turn a chuckle into an uproar with a few really good bad jokes or a funny assortment of actions or impressions
He pokes fun at everyone and everything because when you take life too seriously, you don't enjoy it.
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𝖎𝖋 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖙 ˏˋ⋆˖⁺˖⁀➷ 𝖕𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖌 + 𝖋𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜
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I convinced our Delta Green game master to have a play-by-post (basically text roleplay) section in our game's server and uhhhhh maybe I've been having too much fun with it. Writing is faster than drawing comics, what can I say?
(Long ramble about writing stories below hehe oops)
While we're here! A bit about writing: I like writing! I've written for loger than I've drawn for (because school). I think I'm better at writing than drawing for that reason (I'm more confident at least). I've written short stories. I've written short stories about TTRPG things. I've also written a ~100k word novel by hand for 2 years. While writing it, I had 'writing class' (technically AS/A level Ennglish Language classes). It was the only class I had confidence in and high expectations for.
With those 2 combined, I burnt out pretty quick LOL. Specifically, I had a big perfectionism issue because of the high expectations I had from my teacher and especially myself -- it was the one thing I knew excelled at in school, so I better do it well! After I was done with the novel and A levels, I was supposed to edit the novel. It's been years and I haven't done it yet, and I wouldn't write non-assignment stories (except 2) until now. Writing became more nerverwracking than it was fun, so why would I?
To get back to the PBP thing: I've been in a campaign that was fully PBP. With my mindset being the way it is, hey! This is just one big writing exercise, so I ran along with that and had fun with it. I saw how some players would make their own PBP and essentially monologue/have a scene only with their PC. That was cool to see.
And now, my current Delta Green campaign (tagged 'Helvetia'). Hrothgar (guy in drawing) and his kids were ported over from a previous D&D campaign (the fully PBP one!), so the crew had a very well defined background already. Of course I get tons of drawing ideas for them, except I don't have the time to draw them all (compsci hard). But since the server has a PBP section, I had like 2 weeks to kill between session 0 and 1, and I was bursting with ideas... I made a lot of solo PBPs that were essentially short stories.
It didn't quite hit me until some time ago, but the PBPs actually made me enjoy writing again -- enjoy it a lot more, in fact! I think the format of Discord threads and messages removed most perfectionism tendencies I had. I just had to fire the story away, message by message. It didn't have to be amazing, and it was fun! (Also I really don't know how to shut up with them LOL)
I'll definitely be cleaning these PBPs up and posting them here as stories. Some of them are just silly, fun, slice-of-life character sketches. (These were the stories I wrote after my novel... and yes, they were about my other set of Delta Green characters LMAO) (and I've posted them here under pawsedswrite btw!) But some I see as legitamite short stories that I would edit more heavily and present as a short story. They were the kinds I could see myself writing on a document rather than on Discord.
Well, I lied. 'I would edit' is false. I have already edited one, because I spent like 5-6h writing this one PBP (oops) instead of writing the draft for my short story class/elective (oops 2). I joked to my two friends saying that I could just submit it as my assignment. Apparently, they both really liked it and said the dialogued slapped. So I did!
I procrastinated like hell on it though, because I was very nervous to go back into the PBP with an axe to edit it. Being in a writing class where nearly everyone else has been formally studying writing for some years kinda puts some pressure on ya!
Like the last assignment (which I'll post here after editing), I had a lot of worries. But the feedback and grade I got from my last assignment, the peer review I got from the current one, and also the support from those two friends (shoutout @katastrofish <3) made me feel more confident in myself. And also the fact that I had a lot of fun editing the PBP!
Uhhh this ramble was way longer than expected LMFAO if you've made it this far, damn, thanks for reading! If you also write or have similar experiences, feel free to share em. And have a good day!
(bonus POV editing)
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What are your tips on writing things that are both comedic and hard-hitting? Your style reminds me of Terry Pratchett and Douglas Adams in that sense, and I was wondering if you had any specific ways of hitting that balance of wit and feeling
No pressure to answer btw :)
Hello! My good friend @lazuliquetzal made an excellent post on this, so check it out! I can't phrase it better than she did.
To say something additional: a part of it is not an actual tip and it is the fact that I am just like this. It is just the way I talk. I'm an extremely obnoxious person IRL whose dialogue is half jokes.
This is something I've talked about several times before but I can't find the posts on my Tumblr. But there is a difference between a comedy and jokes. A comedy is in the structure of a story - how it's paced, the sequence and type of action, the character dynamics, and the internal logic of the story. In a comedy you either have a more straightforward style or you figure out how to make the narration itself funny and phrase things in a funny way. A joke is a joke. I use jokes in dramatic stories to cut melodrama and give a palate cleanser, to provide rapport between two characters, to humanize and personalize the setting, and because life is inherently just a little funny. We laugh every day. Things don't feel realistic to me if people never do little funny things or crack dumb little jokes. But similarly, comedies don't feel real either if there's no pathos or genuine depth to the characters - if the characters don't feel like people we know, or if we can't identify them in real life.
The best tips are the one LazuliQuetzal gave tbh. There is a time and a place for humor, and if it's badly placed then it can be super awkward. Balancing wit and feeling is just a matter of figuring out the right pacing, story beats, and uhhh that 'up/down' feeling in a story outline? A comedy is a specific type of story, and learning how to write a comedy is just as much of a skill as learning how to write a drama. Pterry used comedy as social commentary and Adams followed an artistic style of absurdism that has its own social commentary in an extremely British and 1980s way. I think, if your characters in comedies are designed as actual people with coherent internal logic and depth and not just joke machines, then the pathos comes. The jokes come too.
Not a great answer :(. I get this Q a lot and it's always so hard to give a good answer. It's partly just your own natural sense. It's partly skill-building and learning how to write a comedy. It's partly having your finger on the pulse of pacing and story beats, which is an intuitive understanding which is only gained with experience. The drama is in the natural character pathos, not justifying the comedy. Also, I'm biased, but I don't think comedy needs to be in a story for a reason and you don't have to wax philosophical on Tumblr.edu about why comedy in fiction saves the universe. Fiction is entertainment and jokes entertain effectively. That's really it.
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SORRY GUYS I DIED AGAIN
This is an announcement post for the Basil Buffet, but it's kinda long so it's under the cut lol. PLEASE READ!!!
Hey what's going on guys!! It's been a while, huh? I will say that that has been entirely my fault, I've been kind of procrastinating for a hell of a long time now. Sincerest apologies for that. Uhhh okay so where do I begin. Oh, just to let you guys know, THE BASIL BUFFET IS NOT CLOSING ITS DOORS. In case you were worried, I was just kinda uhhh. Taking a hiatus?? I don't know, I wasn't feeling very good I guess. But anyway, you're probably gonna say something like "Okay so you missed a lot in the OFA story" and I know. I know that. So the problem was that I couldn't keep up with the story, I think it was all getting out of hand and I didn't exactly know what was happening. It was getting way too complicated way too fast, much more than my liking. Call me a coward or whatever, but I'm just gonna take Basil out of this story. Which is like. Really awkward for me personally since I literally set up an entire arc for him where he fucking snaps and everything goes kablooey til someone helps him, and it's so weird just automatically resetting him back to the default as if nothing happened. Because, well, I guess nothing DID happen. He won't know. So uhhh yeah! That's basically it, I'll try and keep this restaurant running like normal. I don't know if I'll ever include myself in any more OFA stories/lore, but if it's a short and silly interaction between blogs then you can bet your bottom dollar I'll join. I'm also deleting everything in my inbox as it pertains to nothing but the whole mafia thing, so sorry about that... And if you're an OFF fan, you're probably worrying about the Batter and Zacharie. Don't worry, I'll give them the spotlight every now and then hahsgdgd. I think that's it! You ready, Basil?
"I sure am!"
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That's the confidence I like to hear! If you have any more questions, don't be afraid to hit the inbox! I think that's all from me. Thank you guys once again for staying with me til the end!!
Until next time, Ultra
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lmkcoreau · 1 year
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"Mac- MAC- LOOK!"
"Wh-Peaches gerroff it's too early for this."
"Your sense of time concerns me. Look! Mei showed me this super cool thing and helped me set up an account and we can talk to the readers like this, Mac."
"'Too early' as in 'I don't want to be up right now.' Now...what am I looking at? Talk to-oh. Huh."
"Isn't it cool? Do you know what this means, Mac?"
"Uhh...you get more ways for people to fawn over you?"
"Wh- No! Man, somebody woke up grumpy. It means we get to answer asks now! Or, well.. there's actually a lot of us around, so it'd probably be best if the readers specified who they were asking/asking about. But yeah!! Doesn't it sound fun?"
"That's what happens when someone wakes you up suddenly. Not all of us have terrible sleep schedules.
"...sounds neat at least though. I'm guessing you could wrangle the kid in here too if they wanted. He likes people."
"Pshhhh, sleep schedule, smeep smedule. You sleep like eighteen hours a day, your schedule is sleep.
"Oh! Yeah! I think he'd have a blast! I gotta tell him!"
"There's a reason one of us looks better than the other. Called beauty sleep for a reason. Anyways, what all do you need to do with this thing? Just a button or whatever?"
"And you, my friend, need all the help you can get.
Buttons! There's lots of buttons, like this one right-"
[post uploading to lmkcoreau...]
"....Peaches I hope you meant to hit that one."
"Uhhh.. oops?"
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zensations35 · 2 months
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how do you think specific marvel characters (specifically tony stark) would sneeze? like manner of sneezing and pre and post sneeze, etc etc -
or like how would they handle a cold or allergies?
any snzcanons really :)
GODS I LOVE MARVEL ASKS (*/ω\*)
Ok, so, I showed this off a big in my fic Viral Paradox but I'll hash it out here too!
Tony:
EH FUCK IT. Unrestrained. "Idgaf who sees me sneeze" mindset (except maybe under certain circumstances?)
He might hold back when he's hiding illness, but honestly he probably doesn't do that much, as we see him going back and forth on screen hiding and being openly fucked up on screen. He's got issues and I think it's very situational how he'd handle sneeze or illness.
Definitely a wet sneezer tho 🤭And he'd 100% indulge our kink.
Bruce:
Kittenish. Ironic. And it makes everyone snort with restrained laughter. He gets embarrassed but has a (witty?) remark for anyone who has a snipe about it (usually Tony).
"You don't want to see me when I hulk sneeze."
Tony: "That's super gross, dude."
Bruce: *glare*
Natasha:
*sneezes*
Everyone stares in shock.
Nat: *glowers*
Suddenly everyone's phones all become so interesting.
Nat absolutely stifles. I'll talk about other stiflers, but there are two Main Stiflers on the list, and it's Natasha and Loki (I'll cover him later). These two are the ones who have that 'get it on lockdown dammit!' mindset where they can't bee seen as weak (very similar trauma and backgrounds of people who make them feel weak unless certain criteria are met). Viewing illness or sneezing in general weakness is TRACK for Nat.
Also she basically RUNS the Avenger household and while Tony thinks he could do it fine, Nat knows (and Bruce knows it to lol) that things would hit shit very quickly if Nat left it in his hands, so she just Needs to take a bunch of Dayquil and muscle through ok? It'll be fiiiiine.
(Bonus, she does have a backup plan just in case and it involves putting Pepper briefly in charge of Big Brain stuff --with everyone except Tony making superhero decisions 🤣)
Side Note: Y'all, I give Tony a lot of shit, but just know he's a top tier character for me. I know he's smart and capable. His character development is fucking PEAK. I absolutely would die for him. I just love picking on early Tony.
Cap:
Used to be very sickly; asthma, allergies, the works. He's constantly expecting things to set him off. Probably still has an inhaler (just in case!) But super serum means not much makes with the sniffles. The Avenger fam, however, doesn't know anything other than "Cap is super resilient haha!"
So, when he actually does sneeze, they all freak out OMG OMG IT'S A SUPERBUG™ !! All except Bucky, who i just...reading the paper all chill.
"Relax, yall. Steve's just..." and then he shares a look with Cap and a silent convo... 'are you alright?'
Bruce does bloodwork anyway.
Cap Part 2:
I also like this hc where Cap has been under the ice for so long Steve is photic?? Even though it's not canon I Desire it. Maybe to keep it 'consistent' (i mean, do I really NEED a reason but hufhufhu~) it could be early days only.
Lots of teary eyed squinting and hitching in bright lights, especially while he's being evaluated during the early days of ice recovery. Doctors were annoyed, having to pause their work for random sneezing.
As for snz sound, I image there's a P in there somewhere. Y'all know I like my Z's, but for Cap I think more of a "psh!" or something in that vein.
Thor:
Uhhh God of Thunder. Need I say more? SURE? A pic is worth a thousand words. And this commission says it all, really.
Loud. Booming really. A THUNDER GOD SNZ ECHOS and he's...proud of it. Ahahaha...oh he'll apologize. But yeah. He's fucking proud.
-> This guy can not do the sneeze while hiding scenario. Not...um...unless it ends with getting caught. And...zapped. Which, well, I am prone to writing. Sooooo~
Here's where I'm open to interpretation with Thor. I lean more torward him being a WHINLY LIL SHIT when he's sick, because (I read a few of the Loki/Thor Marvel canon novels because I'm a huge gd nerd) and as younguns it just REFLECTS the whole 'golden child' treatment and 'Thor ate that spaghetti so welll! Good job Thor!!' So I want to say...(and we do see this in the movies, especially early on) he expects special treatment. So, getting sick? *nods sagely*
Thor laying bonelessly across the bed: "You have to take care of me. Bring me <insert special food and drink specifically from Asgard>."
Random Avenger: "....you know I can't actually go there, right?"
Loki:
Magic ⋆.ೃ࿔*:・ Magic ⋆.ೃ࿔*:・fuckinggg Magic chaos sneezes bitches!! Break shit! Stop time! Shit flying around space! Opportunities are endless, really.
And Mr. 'Pardon Me' and 'My Deepest Apologies' definitely has a handkerchief thanks and it's not gross because he can clean it with said ⋆.ೃ࿔*:・MAGIC⋆.ೃ࿔*:・ so.
Our Dapper Asshole stifles because sneezing is weak and how !dare! a sneeze think about making him look weak--and if he has to he will discard it as quickly as possible.
So, as with Nat above, there's the trauma of being seen as weak from younger years in Asgard. I really wish we'd had a Loki prequel or something in the Marvel movies (there's still time Marvel!! *cough!!*) But in the official Loki novels, you can see it.
I would go into detail about this but when I tried to explain it I LITERALLY TYPED FIVE PARAGRAPHS MORE OF SHIT yall 🫣If you ever think I'm making up backstory for Thor or Loki, nahhh I farm my info organically, grass fed. Just trust me. He has major Misfit Syndrome (and as a fellow Misfit Child with a Golden sibling, I think I get their dialogue down better than most of my other writing tbh)
Ok, ahem, back to snz (sorry...) And of course when Loki gets sick his sneezes become less restrained and UnForTunaTelY he just can't stifle woe is him poor baby 👿
Maria:
Soft but firm snz.
I had a paintball partner once whose nose got itchy when he got stressed. I hc that for Maria. She's in a situation where she needs her gun out, and it never fails--her nose flares up.
Scrunching it, she dips into a grated, sometimes growled, half-stifle. Something quick. Eyes closed for the least amount of time possible. Efficiency is important.
Clint:
I know him the least unfortunately. He's not a fave (don't judge me 😭) I'm still wrecked that he was chosen over Nat, my darling momma who WAS RUNNING EVERYTHING AND NO WONDER EVERYTHING IS ABSOLUTE CHAOS RIGHT NOW WHAT DID I JUST SAY EARLIER (╯°□°)╯︵ ┻━┻
*straightens bowtie* Aaaanyway. I think Clint would get sick and hole up. Avoid people like a recluse. He'd have a messy sneeze and a tissue pile and just STOP cleaning up after himself.
"I'll get to that later. Fuck it." And when he feels better, finally, there are just takeout boxes, microwave dinners, and tissues piled up in a raccoon trash nest around the couch and he's like "...I deserve this."
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the-silly-station · 10 months
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M'KAY SO!
after getting homework (a btj fic) bestowed upon me, I have decided to make a 'thoughts and feelings' post about the fanfic I've read, and not because I want an imaginary gold star teehee.
I'm not going through chapter by chapter because I'd be here too long and I really really don't wanna write much. So I'm only going to talk about what I've enjoyed or what stood out or what impacted me from the chapters I picked out fo' today
Uhhh spoilers obviously, so if you don't want spoilers then uhhh…sorry
CW: talks of SA, drug usage, abuse of many forms, and more
Read these warnings and be wary stranger.
ALRIGHT LET'S GET STARTED!!
@maddcelestial @outer-andromeda
Chapter 1: IMMEDIATELY get sent into conflict, had no idea who these freaks were (didn't read the summary, I can't read💚), disaster ensues, (I like characters who clearly have a lot going on with them especially Beetlejuice here). Nothing to really note here, it's only chapter 1. I do like Veta though.
Chapter 6: Idiot losers sleep in an alleyway!! Wahooo!!All of them are stubborn except Veda. Zeta HATES Beetlejuice in this moment, and Beetlejuice is uhm…struggling to exist in a fleshy mortal body. I really like how the writing let's you know and lets you feel that beej is NOT having a good time. Being scared of cars driving by, (lol, loser) the sounds all around him, and he's covered in blood. Still flabbergasted oh how their asses didn't get called on by the police (classic NYC moment). I liked this chapter 👍.
Chapter 9: I also really like this chapter a lot. (I also love watching my favorite characters SUFFER) Beetlejuice has a panic attack because of his lack of stripes to comfort him, and a itty-bitty child laughs at him and that seems to set him off spiraling. Because if he can't make a little kid scared outta their minds then what the fuck is the point? So our pathetic sopping wet stink is having a moment in the bathrooms, while Veda buys him a hoodie with stripes and Zeta still hates him but follows along begrudgingly. They end up giving beej the hoodie and he feels a little bit better. Again, I like this chapter a lot
Chapter 10: McDonald's trip hooray!! Zeta and Beej fight again, what else is new. Veda is very much enjoying herself in a park, a very cute scene.( But I do have to take off 1 point because of the beatles reference 😔 /j /j /j)
Chapters 11-14: Well that was uncomfortable. This one really hit close to home sadly.But despite this I really really like these chapters, they were executed very well. Especially seeing Beej basically relapse and go through all the shit from his past experiences, I felt bad for him.
Chapter 20: Beetlejuice finally feels alright enough to use his loser real name. And is thinking of a plan to rescue his girls because he dipped while having a complete meltdown, and left them alone for a couple of months. Lawrence gets some 'outside help' find himself an apartment and to make the place suitable (somewhat) for him and the girls. Watching Lawrence trying to improve is uh…something else
Chapter 21: Jules is cool 🙂
Chapter 23: …k…kitty..
Chapter 26: Same as chapters 11-14, hit close to home (minus the panic attack, never had one don't want to, it doesn’t seem like a fun time) Poor girl..And Lawrence helps for like…real this time!! One of my favorite chapters if we're being honest
Chapter 31: ominous…wonder what's gonna happen next..
ALRIGHT IM DONE!!
Fuck this took forever, felt like I was back in school…forced to write essays and shit…except I totally did this with my own free will, so I wasn't really forced now was I?
Uhm uhh, I don't really have much to say? If you liked these god awful "retellings" then go check the story out yourself if you'd like
AHEEM AHEEEEM!!
My shiny new star please
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hoffmannwrites · 1 year
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On My List
1  - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 + 1 Masterlist
Author’s Note: I'm gonna just post part 2 now because the response has been overwhelming and also I need to ride this train until it runs outta steam, yfm?
Pairing: Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson
Description: 5 Times Steve and Eddie kiss as friends, and one time they don't.
Warnings/Tags: Everyone lives, Nobody dies, 5+1, Kissing, Fluff, Idiots to Lovers, Friends to Lovers, some pretty brief mentions for drinking, smoking, being inebriated (the gang is drunk here but nothing too bad, just in a fun way), uhhh they're gay your honor, no beta we die like Barb, vague medical issue, fainting, let me know if I missed anything?
Every Breath You Take
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The second time Eddie and Steve kiss it’s not really a kiss at all. Robin and Steve are working a shift at Family Video - well, trying to work at least, because Eddie’s there which means everyone’s just sort of dicking around. Steve is processing some returns while Robin and Eddie argue about some sort of incomprehensible music shit. They’re both such fucking nerds about it that it makes Steve’s head hurt hearing them discuss the rhythm vs the beat and the symbolism of the song's accompanying music videos. Steve doesn’t understand why they have to analyze everything, why they can’t just like shit.
He’s not really paying attention until he registers the panic in Robin’s voice as she suddenly pushes off the counter and says Eddie’s voice just a little too frantically. Eddie has slumped slightly forward over the counter, eyes rolled a little too far back, and not responding to her calls for him. Steve immediately jumps into action, thinking about seeing Max in an eerily similar situation, about the fits Will had when he came back. Steve grabs Eddie and lays him gently in the ground, immediately crouching over him to do CPR, not bothering to check for a pulse or breathing. Just starting compressions, counting the way he learned how while hanging out at the hospital waiting for Max and Eddie to wake up. He couldn’t just sit there, and the hospital offered free training courses in shit like this, so he went. And he’s so glad he did as he starts doing rescue breaths on Eddie, ignoring Robin’s “ohmygodohmygodohmy-“ as she struggles to remember Hopper’s number when she finally stops freaking out enough to grab the phone. It doesn’t matter though, because by the time Steve is halfway through his second set of 30, Eddie’s eyes are fluttering open and he’s breathing heavily, but just fine on his own.
“Oh thank fuc-“ Robin starts as she drops to the ground on the other side of Eddie. “Are you okay? What happened? You just-“ Robin starts rambling, panicking that this meant the worst wasn’t over.
“Robs. Give him a minute. Go grab a water bottle,” Steve softly commands, his instinct to protect and help and heal outweighing his ability to do anything else. She does as he asks, and Steve starts to help Eddie move to a sitting position. “Easy does it, man. You can keep laying on the floor for a little if you need.”
“No, no. I’m okay. Sorry. I just, uh, had a minute. It happens sometimes. Happened a lot more when I was little. Stress, ya know? Was real bad right around the time I started living with Wayne. Had a really bad couple of weeks after Bonham died, too. But since, ya know- everything, it’s been happening again.” Eddie explains, rubbing the middle of his chest where Steve had previously been pressing. Steve just nods as Robin hands him the water bottle, watching, waiting for everyone’s adrenaline to slow.
“Jesus, dude. I think you almost cracked a rib. Way to put those muscles to use,” Eddie jokes, in between sips. Steve cracks a smile, but his eyes are still filled with worry. “Thank you for trying to save my ass, but in the future, I’m just fainting. No CPR required. Just make sure I don’t hit my head on the way down,” Eddie explains.
“Sorry,” now it’s Steve’s turn to ramble. “I just went into panic mode and I didn’t even check for a pulse or-“
“Don’t sweat it.” Eddie cuts him off. “I appreciate you wanting to save my life. Again.” He adds that last part a little quieter, knocking shoulders with Harrington. As Steve helps him to his feet, he adds even quieter “You sure you didn’t just wanna plant one on me again, Big Boy?” And Robin is too busy fussing over Eddie and asking questions about his fainting and yelling at him for not warning anybody that they’re both too busy to notice the blush that creeps up Steve’s neck and the way he flexes his hands like touching Eddie hurt. 
A/N: Not so fun fact! John Bonham, drummer for Led Zeppelin died in 1980 after a heavy drinking binge. This would have been absolutely devastating to a young Eddie Munson, as it was for everyone else with ears and a soul at the time.
Also, Steve does the Pride and Prejudice hand flex every time he touches Eddie. Convince me otherwise. I dare you.
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multifandoms27-blog · 2 years
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Seto Kaiba pre-relationship headcanons pt. 2
Content: MORE SETOOOOO <3
Warnings: Uhhh none I don't think
Notes: Part 2 hehe. Part 1 here
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OKAY. So to add on to before, I don't think Kaiba would pay a whole lot of attention to you until he finally gets some time off to go on a vacation with Mokuba, and Mokuba wants you to come with
It's clear that the younger Kaiba brother looks up to you so much already, and he texts you while you're in school all the time, so much that Kaiba's had to tell him to stop so you can focus on your studies
Mokuba actually gave Seto your number, he just has yet to text you back lol
So, Seto agrees to let you come along on the vacation. He texts you during school (after he just told Mokuba not to smh) and just fucking tells you that you're going. Doesn't check to see if it's okay LMFAO
You're just kinda staring at your phone before texting your parents/guardians that you'll be going on vacay with the Kaiba's.
(Forgive me, I've never been outside of America so I don't know what this is like) Seto and Mokuba are set on going to the Carribean, so you packed your bags and went with them
Seto, now relaxing by the poolside while you and Mokuba play in the pool, he's scrolling through social media on his iPad when he gets hit on the head with a beach ball
He looks up and Mokuba is hiding behind you, both of you looking terrified
He puts the iPad down. “Yes?”
“U-Umm…maybe put the tech down and…spend time with us?” You say, not so confidently.
"I have wor-"
"But it's a vacation, Kaiba." You retort. "C'mon...live a little. At least for Mokuba?"
Seto sighs and puts the iPad down, taking off his shirt and jumping into the pool, splashing both of you.
Seto is actually surprisingly easy to get along with, as seen when he resurfaced and immediately pounced on you and Mokuba.
"You wanted me to put down the tech!" He says.
Seto will take pictures of you, him and Mokuba before going out on dinners or to nearby beaches, or just even out anywhere. Seto's actually big on capturing the moment, change my mind.
When he posts the pictures, he'll tag you in them, surprising everybody at home. Joey would comment some shit like “WOAH (nickname) YOU WEREN’T KIDDING 🤯🤯🤯”
If Seto finds you two asleep, he'll drape a blanket over the two of you (and may just give you a lil smooch on the forehead before reeling back and being like "wtf why did I do that")
He'd also be watching a movie with you two and Mokuba falls asleep, leaning against you. You both snicker and make sure the blanket is keeping him warm.
"Thank you, Kaiba. For the vacation." You beam tiredly.
"Hm? Of course." Seto responds.
"Can I lean against you...? I'm a little tired..." You'd yawn.
"mhm." Seto nods, not taking his eyes off of the movie.
You lean against him, head on his shoulder, and you slowly fall asleep on him. He'd look down at you and give you a soft smile, once again leaning in and kissing your forehead, less shocked that he did it this time.
Mokuba catches on to Seto's growing feelings for you before he does, and teases him about it.
"You like (Y/n)!"
"What? Mokuba, that's preposterous."
"Admit it! You like her!"
"No, I do not!"
"Okay, so you wont mind if she goes on a date with Yugi, hm?" Mokuba smirks.
"Don't you dare!" Seto retorts.
"HA!"
Once y'all get back home, there's already many rumors that you and Seto are dating. Now people at school hang off of you like tree sap on a tree trunk.
Seto doesn't answer the rumors. Mokuba is begging him to just ask you out, Seto is trying to figure out his feelings, and you're wondering why Seto hasn't answered the rumors yet. It's a mess.
Eventually, Seto finally mans up.
He comes home late once again, you're just scrolling through your phone on the couch.
"What're you still doing here?"
"I wanted to talk to you, Seto."
"Fitting. I also have something I need to talk to you about." He's fucking nervous.
"You go first, then."
Seto then confesses how he feels about you, and how he wants to pursue a romantic relationship with you.
"...Well that partially goes along with what I was gonna say."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. I was gonna say, either deny or confirm those dating rumors and either reject me or date me."
Guess you're dating now <3
Probably gonna make part 3?
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scribe-of-stories · 8 months
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Author Ask Tag
Once more I get to talk about my work due to fellow Scribe @covenscribe (Scribe unity). Read their post here. I'll be answering these questions focusing on my WIP Fleshtown.
what is the main Lesson of your story? And why did you choose it?
Fleshtown has several: cities can turn into abusive hellscape where an individual human doesn't matter, just their flesh and the work one can squeeze out of it. Those that sit at the top of societies like this are parasites (very literally in this story). Kindness is a powerful thing against those affected by it, but eventually violence becomes the only song society can hear.
What did you use as inspiration for your worldbuilding?
General lexical inspirations that affect nearly everything I write in it are: KSBD, SCP, Worm/Otherverse, and inescapably Homestuck.
Though for Fleshtown itself I think I was exposed to a game called Fear and Hunger (very heavy content warning) and the aesthetic of it stuck with me for a while. Then eventually a thought spawned in my head “I haven't written a romance story yet. I should try that in the flesh walls of this awful city I've imagined”.
What is your MC trying to achieve, and what are you, the writer, trying to achieve with them? Do you want to inspire others, teach forgiveness, help readers grow as a person?
Poet arrived at The City on accident and is really just trying to get out. Virus/Prince is trying to get back to the Court of Parasites so to behead the stagnant king. I, meanwhile, am trying to get them to realize that they don't have a home to go to if they did escape; and the eternal torment of this city can only be stopped by those living in it.
As for a lesson taught: violence is the only tool we have to fight tyranny, but by that very same tool we forge the shackles of the next generation uhhh? Healing a community is a worthy and fulfilling thing? idk Fleshtown has a lot of scattered ideas right now.
How many chapters is your story going to have?
Don't know, hopefully more than 1 and less then 100 but we'll see. It's planned to be a Novella right now, but its rough draft isn't done.
Is it fanfiction or original content? Where do you plan to post it?
Original content, and not sure. I imagine I'll post a non-insignificant amount of it on Tumblr/send it to whatever mutual wants to read it. Maybe classicaly publish it, maybe do web serial stuff with it. Really I haven't had any major thoughts/decisions about that nor intend to till it's more finished.
When and why did you start writing?
Way back in intermediate/middle school me and my friends were nerds playing games like runescape. One of my friend made the mistake of showing me the RS roleplaying forum. From there I went on to roleplay from site to site for a while. I only started “writing” in a conventional sense recently. As for why? Because it's fun and I find fullfillment in it.
Do you have any words of engagement for fellow writers of writeblr? What other writers of tumblr do you follow?
Hey! You, yes you. Write whatever you want. Forget that things like rules exist, forget that stories need a flow or need to follow some set chart. Make something without the limits of what is conventionally “good”.
Have to shout out the first Writeblrs that I really interacted with on here @sunset-a-story and @vicstmichael, who's attention and encouragement kept me working on this platform. Also to @squarebracket-trick @iced-ginger-tea for sending me so many asks over the last while. Y'alls small acts really do mean something to me, and always make my days better.
As for tags: Whoever is reading this. Open tag, you're all getting hit with the talking stick.
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izukuwus · 1 year
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Edible Arrangements 34
First - Prev - Next - M.list - Ao3
A/N: sorry this is running late! I had like three assignments due today and I've been in a depressive rut for like three months so I totally thought I just needed to edit a chapter and post it today. turns out that was the last chapter in my bank and it was only halfway written so AFTER taking an exam I haven't done any coursework for (and kicking ass fuck yeah) and writing a 1k word essay I also hadn't done anything for and also playing stardew valley bc of who I am as a person I finally got the time today to bust out the rest of the chapter! this is more lightly edited than usual due to time reasons. anyways rant over! here's the chapter!
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Chapter Summary: Fuck yeah axe throwing and heists!
Warnings: uhhh hospital and knife mentions
Word count: ~2500
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Holy fucking shit Tenya is insane. Holy fucking shit you love this.
Axe throwing. He took you axe throwing.
And holy shit, you’re living your best life.
The place does competitions between teams of two, and luckily, there was another pair hoping to fuck shit up on this fine Friday afternoon. They’re both younger, you think—at least, one is. The first, with bobbed brown hair, is definitely around your age—she smiles and waves as you approach. The other, you’re not able to be sure about, namely because she’s just some floating clothes. She’s invisible, apparently.
You wonder if you’d be able to see her features if she lied to you.
“Glad to see we’ve got another pair!” the brunette says as you and Tenya take point beside them. "This is fun, but I think it's a little more fun as a competition!" She's got a playful glint in her eyes. "I'm Ochako! And this is Tooru."
You nod. Tenya gives your names.
"Have you been here before?"
You have not. Tenya shakes his head for the both of you.
“Do you think they’ll be mad if I scream?” you ask as you inspect one of the throwing axes. “I’m going through some shit.”
Ochako laughs. “Go for it. Just try to make it sound more angry than in pain so they don’t freak out, and you should be good!”
Ochako and Tooru are great, as is Tenya. The girls give both of you pointers on good technique as the resident axe-throwing regulars, and you proceed to scream out your rage as you successfully hit a killshot on the target. It’s pure, violent delight, and even Tenya gets into it. By the time it’s over, Ochako and Tooru have thoroughly thrashed you (you silently write it off as the result of both you and Tenya having pretty heavily burnt arms) and you’ve walked out with both girls’ numbers and a group chat entitled “axing questions”.
And speaking of group chats, you haven’t looked at your phone except to get the chat set up since entering the axe-throwing venue. You almost feel light.
Tenya, for his part, is almost hands-off for once. Typically, he can't help but reach in to situations. You never fault him—it's who he's always been. But you can't say you don't welcome the way he's treating you now.
When at last you part ways with Ochako and Tooru, you return to shopping, and though the weird tightness in your chest remains at the thought of Tsuyu, you stick it out to go gift shopping for her. Her birthday's coming whether or not she pressed into something she shouldn't have, and honestly, by now you can't even remember what you were so upset about. You're just stressed about Izuku, is all.
Tenya takes you home when you've both secured your birthday presents for Tsuyu, and at the door, you pause. You wish you'd spent more time out of the house today. Confronting Izuku with everything going on is not something you're up for, and it's all you can do to hope he's still locked away in his office when you walk in. Tenya, sensing your hesitation, places a gentle hand on your shoulder.
"You're okay?" he asks.
You nod. "Yeah. I'll be okay."
"If you need to talk..."
He's watching you with this weird look on his face. Familiar. But weird. It's not an attempt to hide a lie, and anyway, you don't know why he would need to lie about offering help.
"Thanks. I'll keep you in mind."
"Um, [name]?"
He's still standing there as you pause with your hand on the doorknob. You wait, patiently, as he opens his mouth to speak, then closes it again.
"I... thank you for today. Truly."
"Are you alright, Tenya?"
He smiles. He doesn't glow. "Better than I have been in a long time. Don't let him worry you too much, alright?"
You smile thinly and nod. "Thank you for today. I think I needed this more than I realized. You've been distant since new year's, so I'm glad that whatever it is has cleared up. I don't think I could take you being mad at me, too."
He chuckles softly. "I could never."
He bids you goodnight, and you linger on the porch until long after he's gone, palm massaging a particularly itchy bite mark. The night air will be your comfort, if that is all you get to have.
~
This plan might possibly be ill-conceived.
It's funny; Neito never thought he'd question himself like this. Ever since his untimely death at the hands of his stepsister, he's been doing that plenty.
So now, every time he thinks back to tonight's plans, he finds himself preening. Smoothing out a shirt, then deliberately re-wrinkling it just to do something with his hands as he goes over it again and again.
"You're going to drive yourself insane like that."
He snorts softly. "And you're going to drive yourself insane worrying so much about me."
Itsuka leans against the door frame, hands clenched into fists. Normal-sized, thank god. "It's not like you don't give me reason to worry. I feel like a mother, and I'm not even out of college yet."
"Now, now, there's plenty of mothers in college. You know one of them, she brings her infant to our—"
She rolls her eyes. "I get it. You're obnoxious."
"Isn't that what siblinghood is all about?"
"Your guess is as good as mine."
He can work with standoffish. The words are coming easier to him. Even just the one session with Dr. Fuyumi seems to be doing its work well, given that he and Itsuka are actually talking.
"You do realize how stupid this plan of yours is, right?"
"Isn't it?" He smooths out the cotton undershirt over the table once again. "But I think it's all we have."
"Did you try asking her for the records?"
"What good would that do? If she said no, not only would we be at square one, but she'd be more vigilant. She'd know to keep an eye out for missing records, and she'd know who'd taken them when she noticed them gone. Like this, she has no reason to suspect anything."
She sighs. "I get it, but... this is illegal, you know?"
"A lot of things are illegal. But you know, many ethical theorists agree that the most moral action ignores the concept of justice in favor of—"
"Oh my god, do not talk to me about philosophy. Just... this is me, trying to talk you out of it. And if you and your friends get caught stealing the therapy records of one of your classmates, I'm going to tell the police that I tried to talk you out of it. So just, do me a favor and pretend like I've talked you out of it. If you go out and do it anyway, I don't want to hear about it. So if the cops ask, I'm not involved, you're my stepbrother and you're crazy and I honestly thought I talked you out of this stupidity. Got it?"
"Aw," he teases, "I'm glad to have your blessing."
The smack to the back of his head is well worth it.
~
The receptionist isn't cold, but she's not talkative, either. Hitoshi keeps his phone on his lap, waiting for the signal from Mina. Namely, for her to walk in through the door.
Tsuyu to Heist Crew at 6:32PM
Tsuyu: We're here. Hitoshi, heads up.
Hitoshi: cool. no cameras in here. I love patient privacy rights.
Tsuyu: I'm sure you do.
He glances up from his phone at the receptionist, who's hard at work with some stack of papers at her desk. One deep breath. Another.
This is for you.
"Hey, where's the bathroom?" he asks.
"Oh, it's down the—" She chokes on the words, face going blank.
Bingo.
Hitoshi: come in.
"Stay in your seat and close your eyes." A precaution.
The girls file in quickly, gloves already in place. Hitoshi snaps his own onto his hands.
"Give me your keys to the building."
The keys wait in her palm. He takes them carefully, and the trio strides into the back of the office.
It couldn't have been better-timed. Neito's appointment was the last of the day, which meant no distractions. No risks.
"Tsuyu, you check the receptionist's computer. Mina, with me. We're going to search the file room," he whispers. Several nods, and they're sliding down the hall.
Dr. Fuyumi Todoroki likes to keep files on paper. It was a nice quirk for Neito to notice during their first session: she wrote every single thing down. According to Neito, corroborated by both Mina and Tsuyu, you started attending therapy right around two years ago. Mina takes the filing cabinet labeled "2047", and Hitoshi beelines to "2048", to cover both potential years.
And it's easy. It's almost too easy. He finds a file with your name on it, calls off Mina and Tsuyu, and slaps the entire thing into the copier. With the copies in place, stapled, your file is returned, and then everything is locked back up. They slide out of the back, Tsuyu joins them, and then Hitoshi is handing the keys back to the receptionist. "Put these back in your desk drawer and close the door."
When she obeys, Mina and Tsuyu walk out with the copied file in hand. Only then does Hitoshi give his last command. "Forget you ever saw me or these two."
There's the subtle twitch of the expression, and then he walks out the door. When he's sure every sign of them is gone, he releases his hold and tells himself that this hasn't proven anything.
Hitoshi to Neito at 6:36PM
Hitoshi: hey, I'm going to wait at the cafe down the street. let me know when you're out of your appointment.
He pockets his phone. No sense waiting for a return text that won’t come.
The three of them hang out in said café as long as they can. Hitoshi nurses his coffee, watching with an approximation of amusement as Tsuyu does her damnedest to keep Mina from blurting about everything they just did. When a lull comes in the conversation, Tsuyu catches his eye.
“You’re a really quiet person.”
“I’m just tired,” he replies.
“Constantly?”
“Yes. Constantly.”
There’s a moment of pause, where she seems already to know whatever it is is running through Hitoshi’s mind. Honestly, he’s not even sure, until he’s saying it.
“It feels weird actually reading the notes we got,” he admits with a shrug.
She nods. “I feel like we have to. This won’t work if the notes don’t back up everything we say, right?”
“Not to be your resident killjoy, but we don’t know if it’ll work at all.”
“So we’re all clear?”
Hitoshi turns to see Neito, standing behind their table looking absolutely elated for someone who wasn’t even directly involved in pulling off their little heist. “Yeah. We got them. Get your vanilla latte or whatever and we’ll take a look to see if it’s any good.”
Neito pauses. “How did you know my coffee order?”
“Wow, that’s seriously it? You are easy to read.”
When Neito returns with his coffee, Hitoshi lays out the notes on the table. “We need to get our story straight with the notes. If even one detail is off, they’ll latch onto it and this whole thing falls apart.”
He wishes he’d made multiple copies of the notes. Luckily, Tsuyu and Mina needed a refresher more than anything, having been there, so the notes were mainly shared between Hitoshi and Neito as they laid out the details.
Regardless, they keep their heads down, their nose to the work, and they iron out every last detail until they’ve got a truth powerful enough to smash your thrall.
This better work.
~
You don’t know how long you sit on the porch. The night air is a comfort, and Izuku’s front door seems just so heavy tonight. So you sit. You breathe. You think of the fight with Izuku.
You don’t think you’re unjustified in wanting him to live. You don’t think it’s unreasonable to ask someone not to do something which might very well kill them, let alone to ask that of someone you care deeply for.
But… shit, you get it. He’s going after someone who destroyed everything he cared about. You have to understand that, and you do!
But…
You continue to turn the “buts” over in your head, passing them back and forth until you’re dizzy with the effort to just stop being mad at Izuku.
“I really hate this,” you whine into the cold.
“Aw, that’s too bad!”
A shrill giggle.
The cold isn’t just in the air now. It’s in your blood, in your lungs, in the glint of metal in the hand of—
A man. He’s tall, ratty-looking, with features you can’t make out in the dark. It’s just as well—they’re dripping away into a far more familiar sight.
You’re not sure if the scream leaves your mouth or stays viciously stuck in your throat.
~
“So then we’re seriously doing this!” Mina chirps as they stride out of the café at last. “[name]’s gonna get all her memories back!”
“Seems like it.”
“When should we go talk to her? I know she’s been kind of down lately, but—“
Mina’s phone rings. She takes it out, glances at the caller, and, brows furrowed, answers it.
“Hey, what’s up?”
Surprise on her face morphs into trepidation. Trepidation morphs into horror. If a girl with pink skin could go pale…
“W-where? I’m with most of the others right now. Everyone but Tenya, actually…”
A pause. A nod. Hitoshi hasn’t even tried not to pay attention since she answered the phone.
“But why did… why did you call me?”
“…yeah. Yeah, that makes sense. Okay. Um… are they… how are they…”
“No, yeah, I’m okay! Yeah! I… I have to be, right? This isn’t the time to be… You know what, all of you. Walk with me. Tsuyu’s car. Now.” She gives an urgent look to Hitoshi and the others, and they each go along with it. Mina doesn’t drop the phone from her ear until she’s sat in the passenger’s seat and everyone’s buckled in, and even then, only to give Tsuyu the address to a hospital.
“When do you think she’ll tell us what’s going on?” Hitoshi whispers to Neito, who shrugs.
“I’m sure we’ll find out…?”
“Izuku, listen. They need you to breathe right now. We’re on our way. Have you called Tenya?” A pause. “Okay, I’ll call him. Tsuyu, is his place on the way?”
Tsuyu nods. “He’s not far from the hospital.”
“Stop to pick up Tenya.”
Tsuyu nods, knuckles white on the wheel. Mina goes back to her careful attempts to talk Izuku through whatever’s happened. The others in the car just have to wait to understand, apparently.
As though that’s fair to anyone.
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jaaisinpain · 2 months
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Eugh, how do I talk. Okay, so. I'm just going for it. Istg, I might sound really bad.
If you've seen my recent posts or vents or stuff, you can probably guess I'm not doing the best emotionally. Since only a couple of my friends really interact w/ this account, uhhh, I'm putting this here. Only recently figured out how to really word this, so it might be a bit messy and unclear. Plus, I'm writing at nighttime
Disclaimer, this post has stuff to do with Tundra, but I'm not blaming her for anything. She didn't make me feel so bad on purpose, it was really me.
I met Tundra on Wattpad when I was 11. It had been a while since I had actually made any friends online (My last online best friend was. Not the greatest, tbh, but that's another story for another time), so naturally I latched on a little bit. She was also really the only other person I talked to online for a while. She and I got closer, and, after a while, I guess I sorta got attached.
For a long while, a year and then some, Tundra was one of my main sources of happiness, what kept me coming back online. I really cared about her, hell, I still do. Dunno if it's the right word, but sometime I was kinda. Dependent on her.
I never properly set up boundaries, and often shut down my own feeling of stress to try and keep her happy (Hell, I made a vent art about it once. I was aware and did nothing). Being young and stuff, I wasn't well-equipped to help myself, let alone someone else. I'm still not equipped for this. Everything contributed to a looming emotional stress that eventually hit me like a ton of bricks.
When Italic and Tundra got close, I felt sorta. Scared. I was scared that I hadn't helped at all, that I did nothing. That I would be tossed away and useless. With all my confusing emotions that I couldn't identify, I tried to solve it by blocking Tundra, for a break, to put myself back together. but I guess it was also to see if she'd notice or care.
I dunno. I wish I would've just talked to her to begin with, and figured everything out.
Now, Tundra and I don't talk. I still care about her, admittedly more than I want to, and good god, I want to talk to her. I want to know how she sees me, I want to see if we can be normal friends (later, though), because as things are now, I feel terribly unwanted when I see her, her name, pink text, even if it's someone else. I feel unwanted around my friends, I even feel unwanted around Ben now. I hate it so much, I just want to be normal again.
I feel there's more to say. I think I was going to say something else, but it's 11. I should go.
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you should totally talk about your courier sometime, friend :3
WAAAH OKAY
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these are just some preliminary ideas as i still try to figure stuff out but my courier is an experiment who doesn't even remember that they're a very Not Human entity running around because of the gunshot to the head that deleted most of their memory
their la creatura. just a little guy
i admittedly don't know a ton about the fallout universe so a lot of the details on who did this and the why is still fuzzy at best but i can always paint the why as just 'i dunno we wanted to make a cooler human and it still didn't work'
post gunshot they go by Six because they cannot remember their name and trying to randomly pick one doesn't feel right so just going with the number they were given feels best but their real name honestly isn't much better because it's just a codename. something like Dakota or Delta (it's gonna be part of a set). their REAL birth name (if they even had one to begin with) is lost to time
their design for the experimentation was to make something that was very good at recon and stealth so they excel at information gathering and have keen senses (particularly sight, smell and hearing) and having something akin to a danger sense. in game stat wise they have excellent perception and agility and poor strength with slightly above average endurance. they can take hits better than a normal human but they're much better at straight up avoiding danger
it's funny playing with the amnesia aspect of fnv because it's just, imagine you forgot everything about yourself including the fact you're not even human anymore. they start human looking at the beginning with some eccentric quirks (glowing eyes at night, able to eat raw meat) but slowly turn over the course. they probably had a drug they'd take to keep the form under control but since they can't remember to take it, they just full turn at some point
kind of werewolfy but i've been told there's a lot of weird shit in the fallout universe so i like the idea of leaning fully into the goofiness the series has to offer!
personality wise they used to be far more aggressive but the bullet effectively altered that and they became far more passive post shot. they're far more skittish when fnv actually starts. there's still a lot i have to figure out and think about but uhhh that's basically the quick and dirty of what i have rattling around! strange little la creatura surviving the worst string of bad luck
oh and im also trying to push their design a little harder. maybe have like, bones and shit poking out so it's not a totally 'clean' design hee hee. i'll design the human form later but i just really wanted to make the creature version first
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