#like i make actual videos where I ask people to weigh in

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PAC: The World

We've come full circle and it's about fuckin time, right? Time for the end. The World is harmony and the end of a cycle. She is that moment when you remember that you are the universe, you are One with everything and you feel it in your bones. It is recognizing your place as a human on this planet. The World is an ending, the inevitable conclusion but he is also the herald of a new beginning. What do they want to tell you? Let's fuck around and find out

As always this reading is for entertainment purposes ONLY and is not a substitute for professional advice in any capacity. Remember, use common sense and don't be a dumbass.

Four groups today, you can pick The Bird (eagle?), The Lion, The Person, or The Bull and head on to your reading.

The Bird/Eagle

The Nine of Cups and The Nine of Wands on the bottom of the deck.

This is fuckin gorgeous for y'all. The cycle that's ending for y'all is one where y'all had to fight tooth and nail for everything you wanted. I'm seeing the end of the Lord of the Rings, where the eagles fly Frodo and Sam out of Mordor after they destroy the Ring. I don't remember if Frodo actually says it, but I'm hearing him say "It's done". Y'all have been dealing with a rough ass cycle, huh? For it to show up as the One Ring? There may be one last battle of sorts? Like a boss battle. This is my nerd group (affectionate), I'm getting a lot of fantasy imagery. Think of it as one last challenge so you can truly close this cycle once and for all. For some of y'all, this cycle has been a long and very internal one. Something that's been weighing you down, that you're finally letting fall from your shoulders. What I'm seeing is that this 'boss battle" is a choice of sorts. You've been growing and figuring your way out of this cycle and all at once you're faced with a choice. This cycle has been more internal and you may have not seen much externally about it. It's like this choice embodies the cycle externally and you have a physical/material choice to make. Continue this cycle? Or Step forward with growth? And it will be that clear to you. Again with the imagery, I'm seeing a game screen with a choice. This path is unknown, keep going? Press X: Keep going. Press Y: Turn Around. Listen, I'm not much of a gamer like at all, so I don't know if that's a thing that happens in games? The last game I played was like three years ago?? So, the fact I keep getting gaming imagery means I'm really tapped into some of y'all's guides. Ok, the guide that's doing a lot of this is practically screaming in my ear to yell at y'all TO PAY ATTENTION TO YOUR DREAMS. FOR FUCKS SAKE. If you're into gaming and have been playing a game that's set in the woods, that message goes double. Don't ask me, I just work here. Now the cycle y'all are stepping into? Fucking beautiful, ok? Y'all are gonna be getting a lot of shit you have been wishing and crossing your fingers for. I'm hearing/seeing "yes, those too" and imagery of a belt and other accessories? This group is loud and I love it. Yea, even the "little things" you've wanted that aren't high on the priority list will be coming your way soon. And y'all are going to be rightfully smug about it. I think some of the blessings coming your way were things that people around you have tried to dismiss or downplay or talk you out of, so yeah you can be a lil bit smug about it. You've earned it. The past lil bit for y'all has probably felt very stale and stagnant but now that it's closing, things are going to be moving and improving. It may jolt y'all a bit at first. Cause this energy is so fucking different from where you've been, that even just dipping your toes in it will be a shock. It will be a welcome shock though, refreshing. The way this will manifest will be different for all y'all, but one thing's for sure, y'all are gonna fuckin run with it. After that initial choice, falling into this new chapter will be the easiest thing in the world.

random ass vibes: video games, d&d, 999, leaning into a new clothing style, fish, moon cycles, someone have a moon tattoo? birthday cake, HAPPY BIRTHDAY?

The Lion

The Moon and The Tower on the bottom of the deck.

Ok, you need to take a break. Full stop. Even if it's just ten minutes of sitting in nothing and silence. Your brain needs a rest from everything. I feel like y'all need to be told that yes, this thing does need to end. The cycle you're in may have become your comfort zone and you feel safe repeating it cause you know what to expect. It does have to end though. Y'all may have some idea that this ending is coming but you don't know just how much things will change when it does. This may be about a belief about the world or yourself that's really holding you back. Once clarity comes, you won't fit in the same places, with the same groups you used to. I don't blame you for resisting this, it can be terrifying to start questioning belief systems or old worldviews. Some of y'all may be questioning the religion or politics you were brought up in. It could be an understanding of who you are vs who others want you to be. Y'all are feeling a bit overwhelmed and confused as to what all this means. Sweetie, that's okay. This IS confusing and overwhelming. It is hard and scary and can leave you feeling very vulnerable. Babe, you need to stop pushing yourselves to have all the answers already. This one takes time and it's okay to let it. That's probably why the message I got for y'all before I even pulled the cards was for y'all to take a break. Not only that, but you don't have to tell anyone about this. Yes, if you can find some safe support through these periods of life do it, but you don't owe anyone what you're going through. Y'all are putting soo much pressure on yourselves to know everything already, to have all the answers. To know every aspect of who you are and what you believe. Wanna know something terrifyingly liberating? You never will. You will never know every single aspect of yourself cause you're always growing and changing. Same with your beliefs, you're always learning new things about how the world works, so your beliefs will always be shifting, even slightly. This is all coming from The World card cause y'all, more than anything need to let yourselves just BE. Be in the moment, stop interrogating them as if all the answers will be found there. The answers you're seeking will come in time and letting yourself live. I know the world we live in pretty much demands you have everything figured out at all times but that's bullshit. It's okay to change your mind.

random ass vibes: small-town vibes, doves or white birds, 919, the goth kid at the family reunion, lightning, trees, dragons, red clothes. nature vs nurture.

The Person

The Sun and The Hermit Rx on the bottom of the deck

Y'all it's time to come out of hiding. You've been hiding your truth for a WHILE. lol I'm hearing that lil Sunday school song: "Don't hide your light under a bushel, NO!" ( I grew up in the bible-belt, don't judge). That's a song for little kids if y'all don't know it, you don't have to look it up. It's telling me though that y'all have been hiding your light, so to speak, since you were a little, little kid. Like four-ish years old. Now, I don't know y'all's situation, it may not be safe for y'all to be fully yourself, and cause it seems like y'all have been hiding your whole damn life that's probably the case. So, BE FUCKING SAFE, okay? Because you're at this reading though, there are probably some ways you're hiding yourself that you don't have to. It's like y'all have just been letting people decide who you are when you're around them? Y'all are wearing other's projections of you like masks. I'm hearing "too much". Ooh boy, y'all listen, this group feels like I'm talking to my younger self. I cannot tell y'all the number of times I was told I was "too much", too loud, too quiet, too stubborn, too whatever. Unless y'all are being too cruel, too bigoted or whatever, y'all have a place here okay? Y'all seem to have taken being told you're too X, or not Y enough to heart and have whittled yourself down piece by piece cause that's what the people around you want. Y'all are like the fucking sun and everyone is demanding you be a candle. I think it's people you care about telling you this too. And because you care about them, you want them to be happy and comfortable. So, of course, you can be a little smaller, whatever they need, right? Now though, you've been doing this so long, you've lost yourself a bit, haven't you? The World is telling you it's time to call those parts of yourself back. Dig up those parts of yourself that you've buried. You can start as small as you feel you need to. It may be hard and confusing at first but soon it will be as natural as breathing. If you're not even sure where to start or have forgotten those parts, ask your guides and the universe for help. Ask for signs and to be put in situations that bring out those buried parts of you. You may have outgrown some of them and that's okay. Just prepare yourself, it won't be easy. Ya know that tingling feeling when your leg has been asleep and it's waking up? I feel that even though my leg has been fine this whole time. So it will probably be uncomfortable too. You should probably expect some hard reactions from the people around you too, especially if they've only known you as the you you've pretended to be for them. But that home you've been looking for? Felt calling? That can only be built by you being your authentic self. Otherwise, it'll just be another place where you have to wear a mask to be welcome. I wish I could end this one on a lighter note for y'all. This isn't an easy one. Take some alone time and please, take care of yourself through this. Whether you realize it or not, you are working through something really difficult and need to go easy on yourself through this.

random ass vibes: Halloween, candy, ghosts, 11:11, turtles, alligators, Frankenstein's monster, Venus, halos or angels?

The Bull

The Page of Pentacles and the Eight of Swords with the Empress on the back of the deck.

Y'all have so much fuckin potential, okay? Y'all are doubting yourselves so fuckin hard and The Universe and your Guides are sick of it. We all know someone who's amazingly talented but is so fuckin hard on themselves about it, to the point where you just want to grab em by the shoulders and shake them screaming YOU ARE WONDERFUL AND TALENTED. That's how your guides are feeling about you, all the damn time. I'm serious. I was only taking One card and the bottom of the deck for each group but the Eight of Swords came out too for y'all. Y'all are stuck in your head, questioning your every goddamn move and wondering why you're exhausted and never seem to move forward. This reading's tone is much more direct, like fed up snap the fuck out of its energy. Not that your guides are fed up with you, just fed up with your self-doubting bullshit. I'm hearing "..but they'll think I'm x" So, you may feel like if you truly lean into your potential and fail, people will have shit to say. Sweetie, they will and they will if you succeed and they will if you never do jack-shit. One of the few guarantees in life is that people will talk shit no matter what you do. The only control you have is why they're talking shit. Would you rather them talk shit about you cause you went after what you want, win or lose? Or because you never went after what you wanted, which is exactly what they wanted. The cycle that needs to end for you is one you have to end. End the cycle of shitting on yourself just cause you may not be where you want to be. End the doubt of your own capabilities. You really have NO CLUE how fucking amazing your life will get the second you start questioning those shitty thoughts. Like just questioning them, not even fully disbelieving them yet. Just questioning them will do fuckin wonders for you. If you're a beginner let yourself BE a beginner. If you want to try something new but are afraid of being a beginner then say fuck it and fuck you to those thoughts and start anyway. Hell, you don't have to tell anyone you're starting at first. You have the potential to be a whole-ass fuckin meadow and are doubting and even criticizing yourself for having to start as a handful of seeds. This is you're pep talk, in case you haven't figured that out yet. One other thing, some of y'all may be fearing the work that'll come with believing yourself, that it'll be tiring and all that. It's gonna be the opposite, sweetie. I mean, yeah it'll be work. But it's gonna be energizing. Do you know how much energy you've been hemorrhaging by shoving down allllllll that potential constantly? All of that will be freed up in a second and spent on fun shit. I believe in ya, babe.

Random ass vibes: thrifting, rainbows, makeup, cinnamon, puppets, purple, birds, card games, heart tattoos.

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The Key To Your Heart - Track 7

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x Musician!Reader

Series Summary: After writing your feelings for Pedro into a song, it gains a lot more popularity than expected. Ultimately it brings both criticism and support, with new possibilities around the corner.

Series Warnings: 18+ only (MDNI). Fat shaming, name calling, kissing, angst. Mentions of food, weight loss, weight gain, dieting, weighing, potential eating disorder, food guilt. Potential for puns/dad jokes (name of my blog, and the fic) should give that away. This is my first fic which should be its own warning, lol. Also some cursing. Mentions of masturbation (f) maybe more smut later idk. Sadness, reader is pretty depressed. Poor body image. Rude people. Bullying-ish and just lack of support? Anxiety. Age gap! Reader is in her mid 20's, Pedro is current age (48).

Other stuff: Reader is plus sized. AFAB. Inexperienced. Also has a dog, but you can pretend it is another creature probably. Further, in case it isn't clear, italics almost always are the reader's inner thoughts!

Word Count: 6.6K!!!

Series List: Here!

Miss last chapter? Here!

Hi guys! I'm so sorry this took a little extra longer than usual. I've had a lot of ideas for this chapter for a long time and I struggled with putting it all on paper. I'm also on vacation 🤪 but I really wanted to get this one out there, especially before Halloween. Also I'm sorry if the spacing and stuff is crap, I did this from my phone/iPad while falling asleep at 3:30 AM. Hope you enjoy! Thanks for reading!

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You awoke with a start, your alarms blaring through the bedroom. Giving the snooze button a smack, you reach across your mattress, touching the sheets to find the other side of your bed empty.

It was still warm, but missing the actual body that you fell asleep cuddled next to. Blinking your eyes a few times, you called out into the bedroom. "Baby?"

You climbed out of bed, making your way down the hall to the living room, where you finally saw him on the couch. Sound asleep, eyes gently closed, a soft snore passed from his mouth. At the sound of your footsteps, he opened his eyes, giving a big stretch and wagging his tail.

"Good morning Skippy, my little sunshine! I missed your cuddles this morning. Why'd you move to the couch?"

He looked at you and yawned, his eyes closing once again. You giggled and headed for the shower to get ready for another day. Some of us have to actually work and get stuff done in this house!

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The day at work was busy, leaving little time to chat with Pedro. You couldn't help but smirk to yourself as your coworkers buzzed about your new album freshly released the day before. They still hadn't figured it out, but you decided you would continue to let it be your little secret a bit longer. They didn't need to know. Just you and Pedro could share this for now.

On your lunch break, you finally opened your phone to find a few text messages from him. "Good morning! I had fun video chatting with you last night. I'm so glad we listened to your album together, and it was nice to finally get to see you." His message made your heart skip.

Second text from Pedro: "Hey, I hope work is going well for you. I was thinking, maybe if you'd like, we could chat again later? If you don't want to video chat anymore, no pressure, but I enjoyed it and thought maybe if you wanted to, we could."

You replied. "Hey P! It's been a crazy day :) but a good one. Especially waking up happy after enjoying a lovely evening. I would really love to video chat with you again too."

Pedro breathed a sigh of relief at your answer. He couldn't help but feel nervous to ask you, despite having just video chatted last night, and he also didn't want to make you feel pressured; especially with someone as private as you are. But with your response, he smiled as he felt his stomach fill with butterflies at the thought of seeing you again.

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Later on, after work, the two of you were texting and deciding on the time to video chat again. However, before you called, Pedro texted you again. "Hey, I had a question for you, but I didn't want to ask it over the phone or video call and make you feel pressured. But, there's this Hollywood Halloween party coming up in a few days. I know you still want to keep your identity, but I thought if you'd like to, each guest is allowed to bring a date, and I thought you could mingle a little with some other musicians and actors. I can just tell people you're one of my friends from a set if you don't want to give your real name. You don't need to tell them anything you don't want out to the public. Plus I would love to spend some time together in person too, if you want to. I know it's a lot, so if you would rather not go, I understand. But I'd love to meet you."

The idea of going to a party filled with other celebrities, AND Pedro, had you filled with mixed emotions. Nervous. Excited. Terrified. Love-sick. Hesitant.

After a bit of thinking,you decided, and the answer seemed obvious from the start. The party sounded terrifying, and was completely unknown territory. But you also knew that if you didn't go, you'd surely kick yourself and regret this chance forever.

Finally you replied. "Okay! I'll go. I'd love to spend time with you, too, Pedro. Thank you for inviting me."

He replied again: "Really?! So, will boo be my date? 👻"

You: "That was a little too.. (candy) corny. I may have to ghost you. 🎃"

Pedro didn't miss a beat. "Okay, you're driving me batty. 🦇 Want to call and talk about our costumes?"

Oh shit, I forgot about costumes.

The two of you chatted, easily falling into the comfortable conversations you always do. Fitting together like two peas in a pod. Even though neither of you were dressed up fancy anymore, it didn't feel like you had to be someone else, or dress up. Things were comfortable. Easy.

Pedro suggested a matching costume, which made you want to scream and pace through your living room. Unfortunately, due to your camera situation, pacing and screaming would surely cause some alarm. After dancing around things like pirates, ketchup/mustard, and movie characters, you finally had an idea and suggested Cinderella and her prince.

"It just feels kinda fitting you know? Nobody knows who I am, but I go out for once, I meet this prince, and he lets me have this fun night. But then at the end of the night, everything goes back to normal, and I'm unknown again."

Until he eventually can't stay away and they both fall in love and live happily ever after… but that's neither here nor there. Totally not my intention.. pffft…

"That sounds like a wonderful idea. Should I send a carriage?" He joked with a wink, but you could tell he was a little bit serious. You couldn't help but feel like he would have reserved a carriage ride in a heartbeat had you said yes.

"Absolutely not. Way too big of a scene," you laughed. "In fact, I actually have work that day. Would it be possible for me to just meet you there after I get off work? I can just take an Uber across town. My work isn't too far from the party and I'm sure parking will be a mess."

Pedro agreed, although he felt bad you'd be taking a ride-share service alone and continued to offer a ride if you needed. He also felt a bit disappointed he wouldn't get to have any time alone with you beforehand, but he wasn't about to tell you that detail.

Either way, the two of you agreed on your plans, and as the days led up to the party, you grew more and more eager. You also felt more and more dread in the pit of your stomach.

But this will be good. It has to be. Right?

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The night of the party came quickly.

You got off work, took a quick shower, changed into your costume, did your hair, and added a little bit of makeup. The costume felt silly, but you kept telling yourself it was Halloween and everyone would be in costumes. Plus, you have a handsome prince waiting for you inside. As your mind and heart raced, the Uber driver pulled up to the curb, dropped you off, and you were met with a line to the entrance.

The line to the party was lengthy, filled mostly with eager fans, paparazzi, and journalists hoping to gain entry. Occasionally you'd see a celebrity pass by, but they were quickly ushered in once they were recognized.

You, however, were unknown by all. So you stood in line, surrounded by others who hoped desperately to meet their favorite celebrity. Not unlike yourself.

Having finally made it, you sent a quick text to Pedro. "Hey! I'm here :) sorry I'm late."

Your stomach twisted in knots. Sure, you were excited to meet Pedro. Especially with as much as the two of you have been talking over the past couple months now-

Geez, has it really been months?

But despite your connection, you still had that nagging self-conscious worry that he might not like you. Maybe he's just been talking with you to be nice, and the second you're together in person he won't give you the time of day. Maybe he will find you boring in real life. Maybe he will think you're ugly. Or weird. Or fat. Or -

"Next!" The bouncer at the door yelled after sending yet another hopeful fan away. Your stomach dropped and your mouth was dry.

"Hi, I-"

"NAME?" He barked, clearly done with this whole event.

"Well, actu-"

"Speak up princess, I can't hear ya when ya mumblin," the man said with a thick New York accent.

You cleared your throat. "Actually my name isn't on the list, I'm a guest of Pedro Pascal."

The man, towering over you, let out a bellowing laugh. "YEAH, I'm sure ya are, toots. You and every other woman in this joint."

"But I-"

"And trust me, I've turned away much prettier broads than the likes a' you at this doorway," he said while looking you up and down with an amused look as if he had just told the punchline at a comedy club.

Your heart sank. You always said things like that to yourself on the inside, but it wasn't often that people were that blunt to your face.

The man sneered while smacking his gum and arrogantly moving it to the other side of his mouth with his tongue. That gum. You wanted to punch him if you had to hear him smack it one more time.

"Back a' the line, kid. Y'ain't gettin' in here tonight, but I appreciate the self-confidence," he said, laughing at his own joke.

Disheartened, you didn't even care about meeting Pedro anymore. Your mood was dampened, your ego was hurt, and all you wanted to do was go home, get out of this stupid costume, and cry on your couch. With a short nod, you bit your lip to choke down the tears, turned, and headed towards the exit.

"Hey!!! There you are- wait where are you going?"

You'd recognize that voice anywhere. Pedro.

You turned around, swallowing down your emotions and putting on a fake smile, despite the wave of hurt and anxiety pooling in your stomach and chest. "Hey, Pedro! You found me."

Pedro smiled at the guard and snuck past, telling him "hey, she's with me." Fans in line squealed, which he greeted with a kind wave and charming smile. At last, he reached you and gestured for the two of you to head inside to the party. You gave a nod and a small, half-hearted smile.

You didn't want him to know how upset you were. Not only did you feel pathetic and slightly agree with the bouncer, but you also didn't want to ruin Pedro's night.

As the two of you entered the crowded party, you looked around at the decorations. Filled with purple and green lighting, the Halloween music blared and monsters danced the night away. A bowl of green punch sat on a table to the side, surrounded by bowls of candy and platters of snacks. An open bar was on the back wall, providing both normal booze, and Halloween themed drinks topped with gummy worms or syrup made to look like blood. To the right of the bar was a door to the large rooftop balcony which held tall, dark-green potted hedges, perfectly trimmed and shaped underneath rows of charming fairy lights. Beyond the shrubbery, the deck had several nice patio tables and chairs, a few people catching their breath outside or chatting, and a gorgeous view of the city below with the sparkling sky above.

Back inside and off to the right of the patio door, away from the dance floor, was a door which you assumed was the restroom, based on the long line of women.

"I'd like you to meet some people, if you feel up to it," Pedro yelled to be heard over the booming music from the dj.

"Okay!" You yelled back.

He led you over to a couple of people off to the side of the dance floor, one you recognized as his friend Sarah Paulson, who was dressed in a shimmery witch costume.

Pedro introduced the two of you. Sarah was very sweet, and while you talked music and acting, Pedro touched your shoulder and spoke into your ear to avoid yelling. "I'm going to grab a drink, can I get you anything?"

"I'll just take a soda, thanks!" Although some alcohol might help your nerves, you wanted to maintain a clear head and maybe not do or say something to Pedro that you might regret.

"You got it," he replied, turning on his heel towards the bar.

Once he had left, Sarah gave you a look.

"What?" you laughed.

"You know, he talks about you all the time. I know you already love some other guy based on that hit song of yours, but I gotta say I think he might be smitten with you."

"Oh please, no he isn't. We're just friends!" You smiled at the idea, but inside, you kept hearing the bouncer's words on repeat. There's no way Pedro could have feelings for you. Even if you wanted him to have those feelings more than anything, it couldn't be.

"Whatever you say," she said with a smirk.

A pause before she added "just… don't hurt him. I know you love someone else, but he's a good guy," she pleaded, letting her protective side show.

On his way back from the bar, Pedro ran into Oscar, whom he tagged up with and headed back to your small group. "This is my friend Oscar," said Pedro, introducing you to Oscar as his friend.

Friend. Remember that. Friend. That's all. All you'll ever be.

"Nice to meet you Oscar!" You gave him a cherry smile.

"Nice to finally meet the woman of the hour! Pedro here just won't shut up about you," he said with a smirk, looking at Pedro mischievously. Pedro blushed and looked into his drink cup, taking a sip while trying to hide himself.

"Yep! It's always 'she said this, she said that, can you believe she can do that? She's so smart, funny, sweet…' yada yada yada," he said, smirking again and taking a side glance at Pedro, who choked on his soda. "Shut. Up. Oscar." He quietly threatened through clenched teeth. But despite his quiet tone and a loud party, you heard him.

I mean, I say kind things about my friends that way sometimes. It's nice he's so appreciative of his friends. Because that's what I am. A friend.

Sarah chimes in. "That's what I was telling her! But she claims they're just friends," she air-quotes around the words 'just friends.'

Pedro's heart sank. He knew deep down that's all you were to him, but hearing it second-hand from you still hurt. Just friends… he thought.

"Yeah right," Oscar rolled his eyes, talking to Sarah as if the two of you weren't standing literally right next to them.

"Believe what you want Oscar, but it's true," Pedro answered with a shrug.

Now it was your turn to feel heartbroken. Just friends… you thought.

You cleared your throat, "anyway, I'm going to go get another soda. Can I get anyone anything?" They all answered no, and you headed for the bar.

Deep in your thoughts, you walked over to the bar when a woman slammed into you. She spilled her red, bloody Halloween cocktail drink all down the front of your costume. "Watch where you're going, fat bitch," said the woman, appropriately dressed in a devil costume, her skin-tight red dress barely covering her ass and breasts.

You sighed. At this point you decided to skip the refill and head toward the bathroom to clean up your now wet front. You looked back to see the devil herself headed right towards Pedro's direction. Typical, you thought with an eye roll. She wants him and is mad I was talking to him.

You turned away from that scene and reached the line to the bathroom. It was lengthy, but luckily it was moving fast. Once inside, you finally could let your emotions out a little bit. You wanted to put on a brave face for Pedro and not ruin his evening, but ever since the bouncer made his comments, you couldn't get them out of your head. And now with that woman spilling her drink on you, you had another reason to be upset. You felt undeserving to be here to begin with, and their comments really solidified the imposter syndrome.

Despite wanting so desperately to see Pedro in the flesh, you hadn't even been able to really make eye contact all evening. Your nerves about meeting him were still there, but now you were just upset about the whole night. Even though you wanted to look at him, really see him, you felt like you didn't deserve it; and your nerves warned you not to look or else he'd figure you out.

If he realizes I like him, it's game over. It'll be like that guy I liked before. He'll eventually say it's weird. Weird for me to have a crush on him, weird for me to touch him, weird for the two of us to talk about relationships or sex. It's 'weird' with you.

You really started to hate that word; weird.

Perhaps you were destined to be a single hermit forever. Or maybe just become a nun.

Cleaned up and having let enough tears out for a couple more hours, at least until you could go home and really cry, you walked out of the bathroom. Heading back toward Pedro, you saw a tall, thin, beautiful woman wearing a tight black dress with a slit down the thigh and skeleton makeup on her face.

The woman was standing close to Pedro when you saw her touch his bicep. Slowly running her hand down his forearm, she batted her eyelashes and twirled her hair with her other hand. She said something to him you couldn't hear, but the two of them began to smile, Pedro's eyes growing wide with his grin. He said something to her and they both laughed, him throwing his upper half forward in a classic Pedro laugh.

That's it. I can't do it. I can't be here and see this.

Turning on your heel, you made for the patio door. The crisp air hit your face, urging the tears to fall immediately.

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Pedro laughed as the woman, Tricia, held up both hands in defense. "I SWEAR, Pedro. That's what she did. She touched my arm like that, twirled her hair, batted her eyelashes, and said "hey baby. Come here often?"

Pedro laughed, "oh man, that's so cheesy."

"I know!" Tricia laughed, holding her stomach.

Pedro raised an eyebrow. "Okay, you agree it's cheesy, yet I feel like every time I've seen you two together tonight, you're the one that can't keep your hands off of her," he stated with a sassy smirk.

"Alright, you caught me," Tricia replied with a laugh, right as her girlfriend Sam walked up in a matching skeleton costume. Sam handed Tricia a cup of purple liquid and asked what they were laughing about.

"I asked how you two got together," Pedro replied with a chuckle.

"Oh, gosh, I can only imagine how she's spun the story this time!" Sam replied with an eye roll and a quick kiss to Tricia's lips. Seeing the two love-birds kiss made Pedro long to experience that with you.

Where did she go? There's no way she's still getting a drink.

He excused himself and headed towards the bar, but you weren't there. Then he walked towards the bathroom to check the line. Nope.

Finally he looked to the left and saw you, leaning against the balcony which overlooked the city.

He pulled the sliding door open, slipping outside into the cool October night. The patio was mostly empty, apart from a few stragglers on the far side of the rooftop, sitting at the patio furniture underneath a heat lamp. Most of the guests had gone inside when the temperature began to dip. He walked towards you, saying your name to gain your attention, but you didn't turn. Too deep in your thoughts.

"Are you okay? What are you doing out here all alone?" He touched your shoulder gently.

Startled, you tried to quietly sniffle and wipe your wet eyes without him noticing, careful to avoid smudging your mascara.

You turned to face him, planting another fake smile on your face. "Yeah I'm fine, just needed some air, that's all. You?"

"I can tell you're not okay. What's wrong?" He frowned, stepping closer to you and eyeing the red stain on your dress. Confusion laced across his face.

You stepped back a half-step away from his touch. "It's nothing, it just seems it isn't my night I guess… but you look like you're having fun. Get back in there and dance with Sarah and Oscar," you said with a gentle smile. "I think I might head out. Skipper is probably wondering where I am, anyway."

"I'm sorry you're not having a good time. Let me at least give you a ride home," he pleaded with his brown eyes. This was the first time all night you had actually made eye contact with him, finally seeing just how handsome he really was in person.

Yeah. There's no way he'd go for me. That's for sure.

"No, no please, you stay, I'll just get an Uber. It's fine! Thank you for inviting me tonight though, Pedro. That was really sweet of you."

"I'm not letting you take an Uber home when I'm right here."

"No, dont. I don't want you to miss the party…" you added.

"I've partied enough tonight. Come on, I'm taking you home. No arguments," he pressed, puppy dog eyes unwavering in his demand.

Seriously this man could get away with murder the way he looks with those eyes.

"Okay. Fine, if you really don't mind," you finally agreed, not that it was even an option.

He gave a quick explanation to his friends with a brief wave before the two of you headed out the front door. You scowled at the guard as you walked past.

Thanks for ruining my night, asshole.

After receiving his car from the valet, Pedro pulled open the passenger door for you, gesturing for you to climb inside.

Nobody has ever opened the car door for me before, other than my dad.

What a gentleman...

Just because you were upset didn't mean you weren't zapped with a feeling of adrenaline and love at his chivalrous action. Whoever ends up with him is a lucky person.

You climbed in the passenger seat and he went around the car, entering the driver's side.

Not only did you feel like you ruined the party, but you worry you may have ruined your shot altogether. Why would Pedro want you after you didn't even talk to him your first night out together?

_____

*Pedro's POV*

As he climbed into his seat, buckling up and starting the ignition, he couldn't help but wonder where the night went wrong.

Did I say something to offend her?

He began to replay all the conversations you'd had tonight, trying to figure out when your sadness began and what could have caused it.

The party conversations? The texts? The phone calls?

Nothing came to mind, which worried him even more that he could be so ignorant to have said something hurtful without realizing.

Pedro looked over at you in his passenger seat. You were curled toward the side, arms scrunched toward your body and looking out the window. Silent. Just the occasional sound of a sniffle, or a road direction for him to take toward your house.

He wanted so badly to reach over and touch you. Hold your hand and rub his thumb over your fingers to comfort you in any way possible while driving. Then, he'd pull you into his arms the second you two got out of the car.

But he knew he couldn't. You weren't his to hold.

Was her crush at the party too? Could he have hurt her somehow?

He felt anger flare into his system at whatever could have made you cry. You deserved the world and he wished he could spend every day trying to prove it to you.

_____

*Back to your perspective*

About 20 minutes later, you quietly said "this is me."

Pedro put the car in park, and told you to wait. Confused, you sat, but he ran around the car and opened the door for you.

What. The. Hell. Is he real?

You stood from the car, fluffing down your ruined princess dress. "Thank you Pedro. You really didn't have to give me a ride, I feel bad you went out of your way. I'm sorry if I ruined your night."

"Hey, whoa, don't apologize. There's no way you ruined my night, and don't worry about the ride. I feel better knowing you made it home safely from me than some taxi service," Pedro placed his hand on his heart.

"Well, thank you either way. It was nice getting to finally meet you in person…"

"It was nice meeting you too," he shifted his weight, awkwardly wondering how to proceed.

"You should go. Get back to your party before you miss anything else! I'm sure Oscar and Sarah miss you," you prompted.

"Oh, I'm not going back. I'll just call it a night and head home. It's not as fun without my date, anyway." He smirked, and you couldn't help but wonder if he was flirting with you. Probably just being nice.

"You aren't going back??"

"Nah, I'm good. But…" he rubbed the back of his neck with his palm.

"What?" You felt nervous.

"Can I ask why you're so upset? You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. It's just… if I did something or said something to upset you… I'm so sorry," he said, and you could actually feel the genuine sadness in his voice.

"Oh, Pedro. No. You did nothing wrong. It's just," you sighed. "Do you want to come in?"

You worried about asking and seeming too forward, but now that it's out there it can't be taken back.

Friends go over to other friend's houses. It's totally fine and normal.

"I, uh, sure," Pedro stumbled over his words. "I'd love to. If you don't mind." He seemed nervous and a little surprised at your invitation.

You unlocked your door and the two of you entered. Instantly, you were greeted by your boy, who was all too happy to have a new friend. His tail wagged, smacking against nearby surfaces.

Pedro's face lit up instantly, and he crouched down to Skip's level. Letting Skipper get a good sniff, you heard Pedro gently coo to your dog. "Hi buddy!! I'm Pedro. I've heard so much about you." He scratched behind his ears.

Your heart swelled. Here they were, two of your favorite boys, bonding like old friends.

Pedro stood up again, giving a final scratch to Skipper's head before turning to you. "So, do you want to talk about it? What happened tonight?"

You ushered him to the kitchen table, asking him if he would like a drink. "Sure, thanks. Just water, please."

You poured two glasses of water and sat at the table near him, finally delving into the events of the evening. You told him about the bouncer and the woman with her drink. "I also saw that one girl talking to you and being really touchy and flirty and I felt like I was intruding."

I was also really fucking jealous…

"Wait, what girl?"

He repeated the evening's events through his mind. He wasn't flirting or being touchy? Who were you - Oh. Tricia, when she was describing Sam. Were you jealous of her? He allowed his mind to wonder, slightly hopeful that you might want more.

"I guess I just… I don't really feel like I fit in here. I don't look like I fit in here. I don't act like I fit in here. I honestly don't even know why you're as nice to me as you are. I wonder why you want to be my friend. Not that I'm not happy about it, because I am, but-"

He cut off your ramblings. "Whoa, whoa, hey. Sweetheart. You belong here. People just don't know you yet. That bouncer was totally out of line and a complete asshole. That woman, who spilled her drink on you, was rude, offensive, and nasty; and I don't tolerate that kind of behavior. Especially towards those I care about. The second she came over, I could tell she was a snake. I didn't give her the time of day. And lastly, the girl you saw being touchy was my friend Tricia. She was describing how her girlfriend picked her up in a bar," he laughed.

"Oh," you listened to his words, still not making eye contact, looking at your hands on the table.

"And as for you," he prompted, "I'm nice to you because you deserve it. You're sweet and funny, and I'm so thankful to have met you. I talk to you because I like talking to you. I enjoy spending time with you, whether it's on the phone, or, even better, when I get to see your face. Although I have to say I hate to see it crying." He brushed away a tear from your cheek, and you gave a small laugh, wiping the rest of your face.

"Thanks Pedro. I'm sorry if I brought down your night. I just really wanted tonight to be special, and it felt like my carriage turned back into a pumpkin before I even started." You gave another defeated laugh.

"You didn't ruin my night. If anything I'm just disappointed you didn't say anything, so I could help cheer you up or we could go do something else." He paused, brushing your hair from your eyes. "By the way, I never did get to tell you how beautiful you look in that dress, princesa."

Your cheeks heated under his gaze. "T-thanks Pedro. You look pretty handsome there, yourself," you answered nervously. It was the first time you had truly looked at him all night, and he was more beautiful than you ever could have imagined. Even pictures didn't do him justice. Dressed in a white suit with golden epaulets and golden buttons on the jacket, he was the most charming prince you'd ever seen.

Pedro rubbed his neck. "Thank you." He smiled. "But, hey, just because the night didn't go your way doesn't mean we can't turn it around."

You smirked. "That's true. Do you wanna watch a movie or something? Because if so, I think I might change out of this costume real quick," you began to stand.

"Whoa, not so fast princesa," he grabbed your arm.

You turned and gave him a confused look.

"Not before I share a dance with you in that dress. I've been waiting all night," he held out his hand.

"Really?" The grin on your face lit up, and you pulled him towards your music room where you stored your records.

"Wow. This is amazing. You have so many records and instruments in here! Is this where you write your music, too?"

"Yep! Here's where the magic happens," you answered with a laugh, pulling out an old record filled with slow love songs of the 50's and 60's. You placed the needle on the record, hearing a soft crackle as it began to play.

Pedro pulled you into his chest, grabbing your right hand with his left and gently placing his right hand on your waist. You slid your left hand up to his shoulder and smiled up at him as the two of you gently swayed to the music.

One song turned into two. Then three, and finally four; the two of you holding each other, silent except for the soft music turning from your record player on the desk. At some point you took the risk and decided to rest your face on his chest while the two of you swayed. His head rested on top of yours, both of you breathing softly, eyes closed, with you listening to the rhythmic drumming of his heart in his chest.

The record crackled with the end of the first side and the two of you looked at each other. You didn't miss the quick glance he stole from your eyes down to your lips, and you began to slowly lean closer.

Is this it?! Am I finally going to have my first kiss?!

You continued leaning closer, both his and your eyes gently closing. You could feel his breath fanning across your nose when-

Clunk clunk clunk. Pant pant. Whine.

You and Pedro opened your eyes, confusion painting your expressions as you turned your faces away from each other towards the sound. Still held in each other's arms, you peeled your eyes away from each other to see Skipper looking at you both with a big doggy grin on his face. His tail smacked the table with a thump thump, and he let out soft little whines and coos for attention.

The two of you laughed, the moment over, as you both kneeled down to give pets while Skip wedged between the two of you. Although you were disappointed the kiss was interrupted, you can't be mad at such a cute face. Still scratching your dog, you looked across to Pedro on the other side of Skipper. The two of you shared a soft look and smile, filled with so many unsaid words and feelings.

"So, uh.. how about that movie?" Pedro asked, still smiling.

______

You changed out of your princess costume into a comfier movie watching outfit and he changed out of his prince costume. He had some clothes in his car, which he changed into, looking handsome as ever. He wore a navy blue sweater with jeans, both fitting him perfectly. The two of you settled on your couch and turned on a movie. Although you sat next to each other, you kept a friendly distance, neither of you wanting to push the other too far.

As the movie rolled on, you had a hard time focusing on the plot with him so close. He looked so cozy and soft, you just wanted to climb in his lap. You wanted him to hold your hand. You wanted to finish that kiss. He smelled nice, he looked nice, and you wanted him more than anything else in this world.

Without realizing it, you gravitated closer. Your body inched toward him, and without him realizing it, he inched closer as well. It wasn't long until your leg was brushed against his. Just the slight touch of his leg on yours was enough to send an electric feeling pulsing through your body. The tension was as tight as an electrical cable, slowly fraying until it eventually snaps into sparks.

Pedro's fingers twitched at his side, his jaw clenching and unclenching. Your eyes kept sneakily darting over to him, his doing the same at opposite times. Your hearts were racing, breathing quick and shallow. The movie finally ended, neither of you able to tell someone the storyline if asked.

You nervously turned towards Pedro, rubbing the back of your neck. "So that was some movie…"

"Yeah, that ending… it was-" his eyes darted to your lips. "Something." He looked into your eyes, hand settling on your thigh as the two of you once again began to lean in closer. You had just shut your eyes, noses brushing together, when he pulled away.

What the heeeeeeeellllll??? Whyyyy!?

You couldn't help but let out a whimper as you opened your eyes after the second failed kiss of the evening.

Pedro sat with his elbows on his lap, holding his face in his hands. "I'm so sorry…"

"What? Pedro? Why are you sorry? What's wrong? Did I - did I do something wrong?"

Do I smell bad? Does he not like me? Was this some sick joke?

"I don't know what I'm doing. I'm sorry. I let my feelings get in the way, and I shouldn't have done that. You're in love with someone else. I can't steal your first kiss. You deserve to have it with the man you really love."

"Pedro-" you tried to pry his hand from his face.

"No. I'm sorry if I ruined things. I should probably leave-" he began to stand up, but you grabbed his forearm and pulled him back down.

"Stop. Pedro," you begged.

He sat back down, looking into your eyes guiltily.

You continued. "Please don't apologize. I wanted you to kiss me…"

"But that guy in your song. You deserve to be with him. I've been letting my feelings take over and stealing all your time away on the phone and text, video chat, and now in person. I almost stole your first kiss from you twice tonight and-" he rambled on, once again throwing his hands over his face before you interrupted him again.

"Pedro.." you pulled his hand away from his face, leaving yours to hold his cheek instead, but he still avoided your eyes. Taking a deep breath, you figured it was time to take the plunge.

"It's you, Pedro."

His eyes glanced up to yours. "What?"

"It's you. It's always been you. You're the one I like."

"Wait, so you mean-"

"Yes. The songs, the interviews, our chats… I've been talking about you this whole time. I really, really, like you."

Pedro gave a gentle smile, leaning his face into your hand. "I like you too, baby," he whispered.

His hand moved from his cheek to yours and the two of you leaned in. Closing your eyes, you brushed your noses together before you whispered "please kiss me.

You could feel a soft smile as he pressed his lips to yours, first gentle and soft, then stronger and more desperate. Although the kiss was still very tame, you could both feel all the emotions you've been harboring for each other for so long.

Breathless, the two of you pulled back, falling into a gentle laughter. "You don't know how long I've been waiting for that kiss," you spoke softly, wanting to keep the words as quiet as possible, heard only within the tiny bubble you currently shared.

"Me too," he smiled, pressing another kiss to your lips.

"I think you were worth the wait," you pecked his lips.

"I think you were too," he rested his head on your forehead with his hand on your neck, lightly stroking over your hair.

"I like you." You giggled.

"I like you too." He grinned. "But, you know, if I remember correctly, 'like' wasn't the word you used in your song…" he teased.

Your stomach flipped. "I don't want to scare you off too soon, P."

"You won't, sweetheart. You couldn't if you tried. I feel the same way." He kissed your forehead.

You looked at him, and feeling slightly nervous, yet calmed by his deep brown eyes, you told him those important words that have been spilling from your chest in silence.

"I love you Pedro."

"I love you too," he grabbed your face, once again pressing a kiss to your lips, this one much deeper than the others, before pulling you into his arms. The two of you were finally together. Finally you had love. All the things you wanted were coming true.

Turns out you got your happily ever after tonight after all.

__________

To be continued...

That's all for now! I hope you liked this chapter. I've received a lot of kind messages and DMs saying how much you guys relate to the reader and I just want to say thank you. It really means a lot to me that people are finding something to relate to. I'm essentially just using this fic as my diary, because she is pretty much just me. So to see others feeling the same way, it makes my heart so full! I send hugs to all of you.

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[antimony-medusa]

Man, the longer I spend in this fandom, the more uncomfortable I get with asking-for-boundaries culture. I was just rotating that last night and trying to figure out why people popping up in TTS makes me want to snatch my headphones off my ears and enter a monastery and never go on the internet again, and I think I identified part of it?

Part of why I get so uncomfortable, I think, is that it gives the impression that the creator is responsible for what the fandom creates? They’re the arbitrator of the fandom now. Like anything they don’t specifically call out is definitely okay to do and show on main, and anything they do say is okay is definitely okay to show them, instead of there being a creator-fandom divide, and people being able to think for themselves about things and going “okay, this fic involves a creator being tortured to the point of a psychological break, maybe that one is for the fandom and don’t show it to the creator”. People asking creators (who let me remind you are frequently not old enough to drink in the states and often barely old enough to vote) to weigh in on esotera instead of thinking for themselves about what is and isn’t for public consumption. 

And like in a particularly painful stream of my memory, Tubbo was being asked questions where he’d be a jerk if he said no (asking about fictives and people with delusions that they were him, so stuff outside of their control), so of course he said yes that was within his boundaries— but how pressured into that might he feel and how actually comfortable is he with that? No idea!? But people think it’s okay to show it to him now cause it’s “within his boundaries”. Or a different time people were asking questions with clear intent to trap him/get him to say that things weren’t okay (people tattling on cuddling art on twitter), and while he said that he was okay with anything that wasn’t NSFW, the person was clearly looking for a clip to use to tell people to stop, hoping that he’d be uncomfortable, and like. AHHHH. 

Like a, how is that actually respectful to the creator? And related to the “why are you bringing this to their attention they don’t need to know,” is it actually any of the creator’s business if someone’s writing agre vent fic for an audience of fifty subs on Ao3? Like just think for yourself about if that’s okay or not and if you come down on yes, tag it so that people don’t have to see it if they don’t want to, that seems to be FAR more sane than showing up in TTS asking someone who plays video games for a living how they feel about kidfic or gore art. 

AND that’s not even getting into the issue of people asking creators to weigh in on stuff they have no idea about— half these creators are moving in such different online circles that they still think Harry Potter is pog, why do you think they’re going to have a nuanced take on pronoun discourse or trans hcs or QPPs? 

Anyways AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH TTS is of the devil and we need to stop asking creators to cross over the fandom-creator boundary. 

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[ramp-it-up]

Chubby Dumpling

Summary: Chris misses his chubby dumpling.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader RPF

Warnings: Warnings: 18+, MINORS DNI. SMUT, RPF.  FaceTime sex, pet names for body parts, mutual masturbation, dirty talk, mentions of female receiving oral, squirting, and p in v. Praise kink, voice kink, Dom/sub if you squint.

A/N: This drabble is a result of the following ask from @bloomingpresent :

Can we have something about him using this nickname for reader and when he actually finds out in this video that people is using it with Sebastian too he kinda gets more into it. “How’s my chubby dumpling doing?”

Today was a good day for me to be a heaux. We were blessed with the puppy interview, so I had to incorporate things from that as well as the ask, such as lyrics from Return of the Mack. Sorry not sorry. If you enjoy, let me know! 😘

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“I miss you Sweetheart.”

Chris’s soft, gentle drawl made you feel warm all over. And miss him just a little bit less.

“Mmmmm. Miss you too Baby.”

You rolled over and smiled at the sound of Chris’s voice. You opened one eye and stared at his handsome, but tired face. It was 5am in Boston, but it was 6 pm where he was.

Chris took in your sleepy morning face, hair up in a scarf; it was his favorite look on you. He only wanted to see it next to him and not 7,000 miles away through his laptop.

But he smiled wider and winked at you, making you giggle.

“How was your day?”

Chris sighed. You could tell that he was a little wound up.

“Hectic. Tons of press, seems like we spoke to a hundred different journalists.”

You woke up a bit, heart beating faster the longer you looked at Chris. Stretching while holding the phone, your white see-through tank top was revealed above the comforter.

Your man did a double take at your trapped nipples straining against the material. He was hard instantly. He moved to take off his shirt. Soon you heard the sound of his zipper. But you played it off.

“Any original, interesting questions?”

“Nothing like the puppy interview. Or that time with Seb.”

Those eyebrows started to dance and you laughed, stretching again.

“You don't remember a thing you were asked in the puppy interview. And let’s not talk about that interview with Seb..”

Chris got serious when he saw your body again. And comfortable on the bed.

“Speaking of… how’s my chubby dumpling doing?”

Chris was leaning against the headboard of the bed and his room and you could tell by the movement of his arm what he was doing.

You rolled your eyes and ignored his question.

“So what are you up to tonight?”

You bit your lip as you waited for him to answer. He played along.

“I’m gonna meet Seb for dinner in a couple of hours. Gonna have some fun in the casino.”

“Don’t have too much fun.”

Chris watched your mouth turn into a delectable pout and redoubled his efforts.

“Now, Darlin, you know that Seb’s a simp for you. He would murder me if I even look at another woman.”

“That’s right! Seb’s my boy! He knows what’s up.”

Your proud smile was so sexy.

“Luckily, you and your boy don’t have to worry about that. Especially since I have the most beautiful woman in the world to look at whenever I want on FaceTime.”

“Aw. Love it when you try to run game, Chrissy.”

“Well. I can tell when my little girl wants my pearl…”

You cracked up laughing.

“I can NOT with you Christopher!”

Chris loved to make you laugh. He fell in love with you when you were laughing.

“Yes, yes you can. Now, you tried to distract me, but I asked you a question, Sweetie.”

Chris peered at you.

“How’s my little chubby dumpling doing?”

You stopped laughing and cleared your throat.

“Chris…”

“Answer me. And you better not roll your eyes again.”

You gulped and weighed everything he said, but you were needy, missing him like crazy. So you decided to be good.

“She… she misses you…”

You ran your tongue across your bottom lip and bit it as Chris groaned.

“Well, your guy misses you too. See?”

Chris pointed his phone at your friend, who was all swollen and leaking in his hand. You grabbed and licked your lips.

“Damn, Baby. I need it.”

You were too sprung.

“Really?”

Chris’s face was in view again. His eyes were glazed over and those red lips were moist and open.

“Show me.”

You hurried to get your panties off.

“Take off that top too. Damn I wanna bite those nipples.”

Your pussy pulsed at his words and you whimpered as you pulled the tank over your head. You reached for the stand that Chris bought you for these occasions and put it between your legs on the bed. You started to knead your breasts as Chris groaned at the sight of you.

“Fuck! There she is. My little chubby dumpling. I wanna eat that fat little, tight little pussy. Look how wet she is. Spread those lips baby.”

You moaned as you did what you were told, head thrown back and leaning against the headboard, back arched.

“God! I wish I were there to see that tight pussy clench around nothing like that. I’d give it something to squeeze.”

Chris gazed at you through the phone.

“Waddya want? My fingers?”

Chris’s eyes moved from your cunt to your tits to your face, which was blissed out already.

“Uhmm hmmm…”

“Ya want my tongue? I need ya ta sit on my face”

Chris’s voice was broken now, Boston definitely coming out, and your fingers moved, collecting your wetness and spreading it around your pussy and clit.

“Christ, Chris.”

“I wanna make you squirt again. Remember the day I left?”

You struggled to catch your breath as you recalled the multiple massive orgasms Chris gave you as a going away present. Your fingers dipped into your heat as you grasped your nipple with the other hand.

“Gooooood girl. That’s so pretty Darlin, you’re doing so good. You got me hard and now I’m about to cum. Will you cum with me?”

You whimpered again. Chris’s voice was everything.

“I know what you need. You need me in that pretty little hole. You want me to stuff that chubby little dumpling full of my big, hard, cock, Baby?”

And then he panned down again, showing his hand stroking his massive cock.

“Fuck! Ye-he-YESSSSS!”

You started to cum when you saw him manhandling himself. His thick shiny head was playing peekaboo in his palm.

“Ah! Fuck! S-so hot! Don’t stop! Take it Baby!”

You rubbed yourself as long as you could while at the same time watching the magnificence of Chris’s cock and his cum spurting all over his chest and his hand.

You collapsed on your back and listened to Chris moan and tell you you were gorgeous; the phone was still set up between your legs.

“Such a beautiful sight.”

Chris laughed when you leaned up and raised your eyebrow at him. You started giggling, curling up under the covers as you got sleepy again. You watched him go to the bathroom and clean up, eyes drooping.

“Get some more rest sweetheart. I might take a nap before dinner. I love you.”

“Mmmmm. Love you too, Chrissy.”

“Take care of my chubby dumpling!”

You laughed, flipped him off across 7,000 miles and ended the call, knowing that you would get another when he went to bed.

You looked forward to a fun lunchtime FaceTiming Chris in your office.

With the door locked.

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[wannaeatramyeon]

Hello!! I love your writings soo much it gives me soo much joy 🥰. Can i request daniel hitting you in his ui form and his reaction once he is conscious. (The reader is not a fighter.) Thank u 🙇 once again love your work ❤️❤️

Ty for the kind words!! And for the ask, this one made me chuckle! Please first refer to here 👀 are you the same anon 👀 👀 👀

Anyway non-fighter surviving a UI Daniel hit? Your durability is off the roof. Imagine if Gun got a hold of you...

This turned into such a silly piece, I had a lot of fun writing it but it's a little all over the place lol.

UI Daniel Knocking You Out HC

Pre-Daniel x Reader if you fancy

Alarm bells start ringing when Daniel regains consciousness and sees you lying on the ground

He sprints over to you, checking your breathing and vitals. Luckily, you seem fine, just passed out

Not knowing exactly if you had any severe damage, he doesn't move you. He sits and keeps you company, keeping a watchful eye over you, hoping you would stir soon

After a few minutes, Daniel remembers a video he watched where rubbing someone's leg might actually help you wake up

He moves to touch your leg but hesitates. It's a bit weird rubbing a stranger's leg, no? Still, his guilt ovepowers all sense of logic and he nervously grabs your legs and starts rubbing...

and rubbing...

No reaction

...Am I not doing this right?

He tries massaging you instead, digging in a bit harder, hoping to stimulate bloodflow

You groggily come to, holding your ribs. They didn't feel broken, just painful. Like you somehow survived a ten tonne truck crashing into you

Slowly you start to recall where you are and how you got here. You remember seeing a fight, trying to dodge and run away but getting struck regardless

You don't remember anything else

"Oh!! You're awake!"

You peer down to see a guy massaging your legs. What the fuck? He releases your lower half from his strong hands and you try to kick him straight away

"GET AWAY PERVERT!"

"H-hey no, I'm not-" he holds both his hands up in a sign of surrender

"YOU SEE SOMEONE PASSED OUT AND THIS IS WHAT YOU DO?!"

"N-no, this is a misunder-"

"YOU THINK YOU'RE GOOD LOOKING AND YOU CAN DO WHAT YOU WANT?"

"I'm sorry, b-but-"

You don't want to listen to this weirdo anymore. You try to sit up and immediately groan and clutch your side. The guy tries to help (probably finding more inappropriate ways to touch you) and you glare at him instead

He scratches his head in frustration, the excuse and explanation comes out in a babble

I'm sorry! This is my fault, I was the one that hit you, by accident! And I got this technique from the Viral Hit channel, and I know it was inappropriate, but I panicked, and I didn't know what else to do and, and-

You begin to loosen up a bit, you catch parts of what he says and it does sort of make sense. You have heard of V-Hit, and this... weird technique

"And my name is Daniel Park, please let me make it up to you!"

It isn't like you're going anywhere in the state you're in

"Is anything broken?" his face is a picture of worry and anxiety

"No... I don't think so," your body just feels tender

"Here."

This Daniel Park lifts you up in a bridal carry, one arm under your legs, and the other under your back. Like you weigh nothing at all

Christ, this guy is strong. No wonder you were unconscious

"Erm... are you kidnapping me now?"

Daniel looks down at you in shock and his ears turn red, "N-No! Let me carry you home! Or wherever you need to be!"

You guess there's no stopping some people. "I live about 4 miles away. You going to carry me all the way?"

Daniel smiles at you, looking a little relieved, "Of course,"

Definitely a weirdo. "Fine"

"What's your name by the way?"

"..." Like you were gonna give this pervert your name

Bonus leg massage pic from HtF

#lookism #lookism x reader #lookism hc #lookism headcanons #lookism webtoon #lookism manhwa #daniel park #daniel park x reader #park hyungseok #wannaeatramyeon

[lovable-liar]

𝗷𝘀𝗰𝗵𝗹𝗮𝘁𝘁 𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗼 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆 𝗯𝗮𝘀𝗲𝗯𝗮𝗹𝗹

When you asked him to teach you after this video

He got SO excited!

He grew up playing baseball, you could practically say he was a professional

Of course he'll teach you!

He texts you an address and a time and gets to work on buying you some gear

When you showed up in a- and this is the only way I can describe it- cosplay of a baseball player

You're so precious

He took out his phone, told you to smile, and it's his new phone wallpaper

You also bought a Yankees hat!

So-

What more could you do to make him fall in love with you?

He got started by gauging how good you were at batting and throwing, before polishing your skill!

He'd come up behind you and show you how to hold the bat, he actually struggled to do this cos you're a lot smaller than he is!

Showed you how his dad would help him break in his glove

Taught you how to throw properly

And after an hour of his teaching, you were pretty good at it!

Baseball kind of became your guys' thing after that.

He'd text you where to meet him, and no questions asked you'd up and leave whatever you were doing to go play!

Rarely would he ever bring friends to play with you guys, that was YOUR time, and when he did, he was begrudging and irritated about it.

You guys go to games together and he'll info dump about all the players

You're like the peanut gallery muppets when you go to games together

NOTE: He also holds your hand the entire time when you go to events like this, he says it's so you don't get lost or wander off without him but in actuality, he just wants to hold your hand. Touch starved things <3

You're throwing out terminology that's DEFINITELY wrong

He's working on getting you guys better seats with his *connections*

You guys just have a good time!

Strangely, he knows a lot of players on a first name basis?

"Nah, sweetheart, ya shouldn't buy that stupid souvenir."

You wanted to buy an extortionately priced ball with a player's signature on it

"I can getcha somethin' better, c'mon."

He leads you through the back hallways of the stadium, before you finally come across a changing room door.

"Schlatt! We can't be here!"

"It's fine, toots, c'mon!"

"No! This is sexual harassment!"

"Okay. You sit here, wait for me. If anyone tells ya to leave, you say you're with me, okay?"

He says, before entering the changing room.

You weigh up just leaving and acting like you got lost or waiting and possibly getting arrested.

But, before you can make a decision, Schlatt comes back out of the changing room with FIVE of the players. He's laughing and joking with them while you're STILL deciding if you should just LEAVE

Things like this don't happen to people like you!

"Toots, this is Oswaldo Cabrera, Franchy Cordero, Michael King, Austin Wells, and Carlos Rodón!"

By some miracle, you manage to get by without embarrassing yourself in front of these PROFESSIONAL baseball players.

Schlatt encourages you to pose with each of them for a picture before they all kindly sign a hat for you and even get the rest of the team to do so too.

Safe to say, you had the best day ever, and he's considering asking you out even more than ever now.

And, those pictures also made their way onto his slideshow wallpaper

#jschlatt fluff #jschlatt x reader #jschlatt #schlatt #schlatt fluff #schlatt x reader

[accessible-tumbling]

Video description: The Quora site is displayed and the narrator, who has a British accent and is speaking quickly and excitedly, opens by reading from it: "My MacBook Air weighs 2.3 pounds. If I download more files on it, will it make it heavier?

"This is Quora," he continues. "A place where once grand intellectual questions would be mused over. But if you recall, 2 years ago we sadly bid farewell to our friend, Yahoo Answers, a place where those sorts of questions didn't happen, and in that time it seems many Yahoo users have made Quora their new home.

"Do chimpanzees get pregnant? Does anyone live on the sun? How high do planes fly when landing? What percentage of people are going to die? Do lesbians get periods?"

(A response to that question is read in a gruff tone:) "Oh, come on! Where the hell are you getting that question?"

"You are sleeping with your partner and suddenly realize that he/she is a ghost. What would you do? Are there werewolves in Texas? Why does the sausage have two ends? What happens to the time it takes to actually time travel into the past/future? Which hole does an actress push out a baby in a birth sense?"

(Another answer is read:) "She doesn't. She acts."

"I heard that in the Middle Ages, nobles used to wipe their butts with ducklings. Is that right?"

(Response, gruffly:) "No!"

"Is it true that pregnant women should not sleep during a lunar or solar eclipse as it may cause harm to the unborn?"

(Response:) "No. That's the dumbest thing I ever heard."

"Can I sue Germany for putting my grandfather in prison for 7 years in the second world war?"

(Response:) "No, no, no, no, no!"

"Can you think of a sentence that contains the words 'book' and 'crabs'?"

(Response:) "Well, yes, I can."

"Why does the 'bros' abbreviation for 'brothers' end in 's' instead of 'th'?"

(Response:) "Because that would spell 'broth'."

"Do rich people get embarrassed that their servants know what their stuff in the toilet looks like?"

(Response:) "This is a very weird question."

"What happens when we wash vessel and use it with water in which a lizard was dead? Is it poisonous? What can we do?"

(Response:) "Uhh..."

"Why does the United States promote homosexuality and not consider what happened in the petrified village of Pompeii?"

(Response:) "Wha…?"

"How can I have sex with Asia?"

(Response:) "Pretty sure you mean an Asian girl."

"Is Israel on the world map? Are the Irish really from Ireland? My son speaks Arabic. (in a panicked, shouting tone:) What do I do? Does India have airports?"

(Response:) "Putin came to India in 2014 swimming in the ocean. I have a photo to prove." (A flash of a picture of Putin swimming can be seen briefly at this point in the video.)

"Where do animals live? Why are things? What is my date of birth? Do you know a microscope? Real mathematicians (in all caps): I have 5 live cows and then I multiply them by 0. How then do you come and tell me that I end up with 0? Where did the 5 go? Which is larger: 0 or 2+7? Math math what is angle?

(Narrator comment: "I do believe this Quora user was intending to ask 'what are the names of the most powerful angels?' but…) What are the names of moist powerful angles? I'm an atheist who believes in God. What should I do? Why do atheists watch fiction movies? During airplane turbulence, how do atheists keep calm?"

(Narrator comment: "This question I could only find an old link for, even Quora went nowhere, not even, that is way too stupid:) How do atheists know what foods are 'sweet' versus 'sour' or 'bitter'?

"I am 11 and stand at 5 foot 2. Am I obese? Do celebrities fart? What's the meaning of a single white egg left at my door? (narrator's comment: that is weird.)

"My mom slapped her own bum in front of me what does that mean? Is this correct, 'similarvgbhujkljhgtyhujk'? Why is Zelda so 'thicc' in Breath of the Wild? Do demons always say 'I am a demon' when they are introduced? Is it possible to balance your entire body on your penis?"

(Response:) " Yes, but I'm scared of heights."

"I saw the cop the gay eating a raw bird in my backyard. What should I do?" (Narrator comment: "I became a bit obsessed with this question, it's so indecipherable and googled it for clues to find apparently there was much debate on the site about whether this was a weird autocorrect from 'cat'. Which word was supposed to be cat?")

"Can deaf people laugh out loud? Can deaf people do surfing? How do def people know what facial expressions look like and how they're used outside of American Sign Language (ASL)? If so, how do they learn about them if there's no way to see someone else make that face?" (Narrator comment: "I mean, I don't think there's any intelligent questions actually left on this site, is there? Who's asking 'Can music cause candle to light?' Obviously, no!")

"Do people still eat mashed potatoes? (Yes!) Can semen travel up your foot? (No,, it cannot.) Is the word 'stay asleep' alwasy spelled 'J'? (I don't even know what that means.) Do lobsters pee from their faces? (Uh, ugh, are you mad? Obviously no!)"

(Response:) "Yes, as others have pointed out, many crustaceans have two different types of excretory organs, both near the head. Usually only one is used, depending on the age of the animal. Lobsters and crabs, etc, use their urine smell like cats, to mark territory, warn rivals, etc." (Uh..oh.)"

The screen goes white and the scene transitions to footage of the narrator walking up to a door. He places an egg on the mat, then runs away.

End video description.

#op #video #humor #youtube #quora #yahoo answers #inane questions #i think something popped from me laughing at this video #please enjoy this i had to share it with the masses #long post

[fatliberation]

Do you have any resources on going to the doctors while fat? Im tired of not being taken seriously, and I dont want to potentially trigger an ED relapse cause my weight was measured.

Oh, you know I do!! ✨

So, you actually do not have to be weighed at your doctor’s visit! You can explain to them that it is triggering for you, or you can simply opt-out and say “I’d like to decline being weighed today.” If you have to be weighed for something such as anesthesia or medication dosage, you can request a blind weigh-in, where you step on the scale backwards and the nurse will not show you the number they write down. You can also close your eyes.

If you’re feeling uncomfortable, you can go home at any time. Get up and walk away. Not feeling good about the experience is enough reason to end the appointment. You can say:

“I’m really uncomfortable in this appointment. I am going to put my clothes back on and leave.”

“I’m feeling overwhelmed right now. Can we reschedule this appointment?”

You don’t have to explain yourself to your doctor, and don’t worry, they’ve likely experienced this before. It’s written in the patients’ bill of rights that you have the right to refuse medical treatment that’s recommended by your physician and that you should be able to work with your doctor on mutually agreeable terms.

You may also request an online or phone appointment instead of in person. It’s f*cking ridiculous that this is actually true, but since covid began a lot of fat people have been receiving better care over telemedicine because our bodies are less visible.

If you get pushback from your provider, I recommend finding a new doctor. Your boundaries should be respected. Health At Every Size has resources to help you find a practitioner who will focus on your health independent from weight. (And here’s a list of fat friendly practicing health professionals by fatfriendlydocs.com. If you’re in the U.S., you can look them up by state.)

In the meantime, setting boundaries is your last resort. Let your doctor know that you are uninterested in pursuing weight loss, that dieting is a predictor to developing an ED, (and in your case, severely triggering for the ED you’ve already been struggling with). Ask them what treatment they would recommend for someone in a thin body, and request that they treat you the same.

If they don’t, ask them to make notes of the conditions they’re dismissing based on your weight. “Can you please make a note that you refused to test me for X on my file?” This might change their mind, or at least when you see someone else it’ll be on your notes and that other GP will (hopefully) take you seriously.

Here’s a video by @classyfattybabe that shows an example of this and other specific phrases to set boundaries with your doctor.

I am so sorry you have to advocate for yourself at the doctor’s office. No one should ever have to go through this. My heart is with you. Best of luck at your next visit, love ❤️

#fat liberation #medical fatphobia #medical gaslighting #anti fatness #self advocacy #inbox #ref #save

[your-ne1ghbor]

"This Wish" Re-write

(This song for my rewrite: The Kingdom of Roses and Thorns)

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Hello guys!!

First Rewrite of them all, and before I go into the rewrite, I need to state my problems with the song before I get into it.

So the sections will be like this:

My problems with the song

My goals/thoughts on the song

The actual rewrite

Now with this out of the way, lets get into how this song failed to be a "I want song." If you want to watch another video on the problems with the song in more detail, I suggest you watch this video:

Now lets get started!

My Problem with the Song

So there are many problems with the song, and I'll break down every lyric since I can.

And I am not a professional song writer, I am just pointing out stuff that sounds off to me personally.

So for context...

At this point in the film, she is broken that the people of Rosas won't get all of their desires fulfilled. Mind you, as in all of my other rants on this stupid movie, Magnifico, the antagonist, can't AND SHOULDN'T grant all the wishes because there are obviously dangerous people who ask for dangerous things or people's desires are too vague to be granted. It is a valid reasoning to not grant them all because why should he? They can potentially cause harm to the people who gave up their wish or even the people of Rosas.

Back to Asha here, she ran out of the house after Sabino said he didn't want to hear his wish from her, which makes her angry and run out of the house. She is in tears then suddenly breaks into song.

That is were I have my first nick-pick, although it is slightly minor. She shouldn't suddenly break out into song unless she calms down afterwards. Where she is at this point of the song, she should have some strain in her voice since she legit was just crying a second ago.

Now we get our first line:

"Isn't truth supposed to set you free?"

This flows nicely with the music in the song and it does establish a good question...but they answer it with:

"Well, why do I feel so weighed down by it?"

Although you can say that the truth she is holding is "weighing her down," it breaks the rhythm that was set in the first lyric by cramming in a lot of words. How it should be, as a example:

"Then why am I so weighed down by it?

Its not a good example, since there is still strain and breaks rhythm still, but the strain isn't so bad as cramming in so many words into one line. Lyrics need to flow nicely with the music, and if you can't do that, then fix the lyrics until it sounds right.

The next lyrics I don't have a problem with:

"If I could show them everything I've seen Open their eyes to all the lies then Would they change their minds like I did?"

I still would say that there is still strain since it is cramming in more words than it needs to. But as I said, I don't have a big problem with it, minus that nick pick.

"But when I speak, they tell me, "Sit down" But how can I when I've already started runnin'?"

Okay, my next problem, which will be very noticeable in the next lyrics, is the use of But, Then, And. Its fine to have them in songs, including at the begining, but it should not be the driving force of the song or aka, BE USED SO MUCH. You can still use the words, just use it sparingly. Also, there is a lot of "slang" words, like the one right here: "runnin". In medival times, they would not say it like that. They would most likely say running, than runnin. And they don't know slang soooooo BE MORE ACURATEEEEEEE

"Oh, this is where we've been But it's not where we belong And I may be young, but I know I'm not wrong"

One thing I wanna say, is that she should basically say "oh everything I knew was wrong" instead of saying "I am not wrong". She just sounds like a hypocrite. Like, she firmly believes that her morals are right, rather than trying to look at Magnifico's perspective and try to understand him, which mind you, she does not do at all throughout the entire movie. Also, just remove And for the last lyric, it does not need to be there. It sounds better when it just says: I may be young, but I know I'm not wrong. Idk why it is there, when it didn't need to be there in the first place.

"So I look up at the stars to guide me And throw caution to every warning sign"

Some AI mess there, am I right? Alright, so she is throwing cation at the wind, or in her terms, she is being cautious at every warning sign, which is basically what warning signs do. They warn bystanders to ensure their safety and take the next steps carefully. Sooo what is she throwing cation at? The wind? This is legit so confusing like why would you have this in your song? If it doesn't make sense logically or even character wise, just don't have it in there, and try again and make it something else.

"If knowing what it could be is what drives me Then let me be the first to stand in line"

Sooo...what is it? Please tell us! We wanna know Wish Asha :3

"So I make this wish To have something more for us than this So I make this wish To have something more for us than this"

Thats...not what I meant.

So we all know this is a "I want song". So she should be saying what she wants, but what she wants is so vague. What do you want? Power? Freeing the wishes? Star Boy? Wait thats my wish woops This lyric is very vague. You can change it to: "I want something more for us than this", which sounds a lot better, and given the context to whatever you are writing, it can work. I dont have a problem with other people having this lyric in their songs, but for her character, shouldn't she say something that she wants?

"Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah, ah-ah More than this, oh-ah-ah-ah"

Hahah...VERY POPPY.

Its nice though, so I better give credit to where it is due.

"I never knew I needed room to grow"

Idk what to say here, it just sounds off, since she sounds like a idiot. Of course there will be room to grow, but I guess it was used for the viewer to relate to her more? Idk man...

" Yeah, I did what I was told when someone told me "no" "

Me fr tbh

"Now I've got all of this freedom in my bones But I've still got the lid on, so it doesn't overflow"

Again, you don't need to use slang words in your song, especially so when your character would not know these terms well. If your character is set in a specific era, miminize the slangs at least. I don't have a problem with it, I just dont want it to be overused.

" 'Cause I've got reservations and hesitations On where I should even begin"

I like this lyric! Just remove 'cause and it would flow nicely.

"I'm past dipping my toes in But I'm not, no, I'm not past diving in"

ehhhh...I have mixed feelings on this one....I know it is a medaphor, but she didn't need to repeat herself? I'm just saying...

"If I could just be pointed in any given direction On where to go and what to do"

The fact these lyrics that mimics Lin-Manuel Miranda sound better than the entire song is beyond me. I genuinely like this line! And it is weird feeling that way since I normally dread listening to it. But I guess putting my head in a new perspective and actually putting thought into the lyrics probably changed my opinion lol. Doesn't change my opinion on the song though.

"My legs are shaking, but my head's held high The way you always taught me to"

This is actually a really good line since it sounds heartbreaking. Putting it through her perspective, her father died when she was 12, and she is 17 in the film, I'd still imagine that she is, although trying not to show it, still grieving the loss of her father, and you can say she somewhat breaks here. Its really good and I really like it!

If only that we knew more of her father to understand her perspective more, other than he liked star gazing, but hey, what do I know?

She is somewhat saying the same thing from the pervious lyrics, so I'll speed run this:

"So I look up at the stars to guide me And throw caution to every warning sign"

Again, change it please. No need for it here.

'I'm sure there will be challenges that find me But I can take them on one at a time"

OG Asha: Very confident of herself

My version of Asha: What is confidence?

"So I make this wish To have something more for us than this So I make this wish To have something more for us than this"

god I know this is a pop song, BUT STOP REPEATING YOURSELF PLEASEEE

'Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah (so I make this wish) Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah, ah-ah (to have something more) More than this, oh, ah-ah-ah"

Something funny was that when I first listened to the song, I thought that the chorus was saying "Don't make this wish to have something more". It might be just me though.

'So I make this wish To have something more for us than this"

So here is my last nick-pick. Why does she end on a solemn note? It doesn't fit at all, and breaks the way the song is played. Asha should have ended on a high note, like her voice is "reaching for the stars".

(HA SEE WHAT I DID THERE?)

It also flows nicely with the instrumentals when it ends on a high note, so I don't know why she ends it on a sad note. It doesn't make sense, especially for her character.

So those are my problems with the lyrics. Sooo, why does it suck mainly?

Well she sounded selfish in context, especially when I watched the first time and on recent re-watch. It doesn't even help much when I barely know anything about her and what her goals and wants are, minus the "I want something more." But what more does she want? Power? Wishes? Stars? It doesn't make sense. She should at least state what she wants or her have a solemn moment of thinking: wait, I know what I want! Before she ends on her high note, it being what she really wants.

It also doesn't help when the song is just another copy of "God Help the Outcasts" from Hunchback of Notre Dome, but done worse. And something that really pissed me off, was when the writers said that "All disney princesses have something that THEY want and never a selfless want." (not accurate to what they said btw) And I was VERY pissed off when they said that, since it felt like a personal insult to Hunchback of Notre Dome, a movie I have HIGH respect for, for what it did and accoplished, and is one of my fav disney movies. They really insulted Esmeralda like that. HOW DARE YOU.

I'm done talking about the lyrics, legit I'm done. Lets move on to how I would rewrite the song:

How I would rewrite the song

Okay first of all, we need to give Asha a better goal/wish than wanting something more, since it doesn't specify anything.

So what I would do, is her say what she wants.

Plus, the song doesn't have her process what just happened. So I want it to fix it to where she reflects as she puts on a newer perspective on the "truth's" they were told.

And I uhh..CHANGE THE INSTUMENTALS. I dont mind it in the final product, but the demo sounded SO MUCH BETTER and so much NICER, so change it to the demo hehe.

For context for my version of Asha, she is the adopted daughter of Amaya and Magnifico. You may think that it would be more difficult with a character that is in royalty that is supposed and should be siding with her people instead of her corrupted parents, but I dove into how that would work in my other rant here.

So Asha, in my version, is very less confident in herself. She also believes that the people are wrong for thinking the way they do about her parents (some of them think that way mind you). So when she finds out what her parents do to their wishes, her world view is legit crushed by this new revelation, and now she just...doesn't know what to do. Most of the people of Rosas hate her since she is "royalty". And she cant turn to her caretakers since they will tell her to just ignore it and move on. She is alone in a sense. She also knows very little about her real parent's, just knowing that her father used the stars for guidance and drove mad because of it. So with that perspective, she would try and reach for the stars (IK I KEEP REFRENCING THIS AU HELP) for help. She also normally does things alone, so it is more difficult for her to ask for help, even when she needs it.

Also, before she breaks into song, Valentino is there to comfort her as she process what happened to the wishes. She is crying with this new revelation, but Valentino wants to be there for her since he wants to make sure she is happy :3

Before we get into the actual song rewrite, I need to say this:

I AM NOT A PROFFESIONAL SONG WRITER. I just mainly did this for fun and fixed the things that mainly bugged me and to fit the context for my version of Asha. Plus, there is no right or wrong way for fixing the song! Just make it the way you want it to be percived by others, and have fun with it!

Ok, now with that out of the way, Lets get into the song!

This Wish (The Kingdom Of Roses and Thorns Ver.)

(Play this in the background when you read the song :3)

And no, there is no spodify version of the song, which sucks-

Asha: Purple

Stars: Yellow

My Notes: Bold

Wasn’t truth supposed to set them free?

Why am I so weighed down by it?

This task that's right in front of me

To open their eyes, to all their lies

And then change their minds like I did

So what she is saying here is basically the same as the original, with slight changes. She now feels more pressured with the truth she now knows, and is very hesitant to actually say anything that would demine her caretaker's reputation. After all, "they took her in when no one else did" so why should she go against them? They don't deserve it now do they? I also wanted this to have more weight, like how the line started with "Why am I so weighed down by it" and she states what she is weighed down by. And what she means by "set them free" she thought that learning the truth of why the people of Rosas are miserable would make her change how she sees them view them, or to prove them wrong. And oh boy, she was wrong. I also wanna say that not everyone in Rosas thinks this way towards the royals. They are more fearful and more prone to do whatever they want. They also are like the king and queen, ignoring the problems and move on, but this time, if they cause problems, they can get in trouble.

If I speak, they’ll tell me to “sit down”

If I speak, they’ll tell me to “just turn away”

This is how her parent's pass the problems the kingdom has. Ignore it, forget it, and move on. She was taught that way. And this also can be applied to how she was treated when she was younger. There is also a tone of fustration here since you can say she is still treated like this, like her voice of thoughts are just downplayed by some silly manipulation from her parents or that the citizens don't want to hear what she has to say since she is "royalty".

But the truth that we were told

Was not what we had thought

And all the teachings we were all taught

Was just all…wrong

This is mainly her processing what she was taught in a new perspective.

If I look up at the stars to guide me

Won't they force me back in line?

Although I don’t know how I should start this

I should at least try or no one will

She knows very little about her parents, other that one was a philosopher, both "abandoned her at the kingdom's doors", and that their way of thinking was wrong. Here, with the truths she knows, she is now wondering if her parent's ideologies were right, and if everything she knew from what her adoptive parent's told her, was wrong. She is here taking account for what she knew of what her biological parents did, and trying it for herself. I feel like some parts are a bit awkward and I wanna fix it I just don't know how yet. She is also slightly overthinking hehe. Plus no one in Rosas looks up at the sky to dream or wish anymore, hense why she says "I should at least try or no one will."

So I make this wish

For their dreams of hope and bliss…

No, I just want this wish

To be something more for us than this

For starters, this was pretty fun to write! Second, this is her holding back on what she really wants. You'll see what she wants at the end of the song, but here, she just thinks that saying it from her head would work, instead of saying it from the heart.

Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah (We hear your wish)

Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah, ah-ah (So why are you holding back?)

More than this, oh-ah-ah-ah

Bet you weren't expecting the starts to talk to her quietly. No, she can't hear them, they're too far away, except for us ofc. And no, Aster/Star is not asking this, almost all of the wishing stars interested in helping her is questioning why she is holding back on her wish. And yes, I thought adding the chorus from the end should be here also so it would flow nicely with the music. It is also to fix the complaint: "where is the chorus coming from", so now it is coming from the stars and not in the air.

I was told that life was grand and fine

We all did what we were told when they told us no

But with the lies and false hopes, we were told

Should I just turn away?

When everything is at stake?

I feel like this is her flaw right her. She is backing out on the situation and wants to turn away, even though it will only make everything worse if she doesn't do anything about it. I also want to fix the upper part of the lyrics to imply what she means by false hopes and lies so the audience knows what she is talking about, I just donno how to execute it right now.

I just got reverations and hesitations

On where I should even begin

If I make this wish there will be

More at stake than there ever will

If I could be pointed in any given direction

On where to go and what to do

“Keep your head down and just turn away”

But I just can’t ignore this now

This isn't her overcoming her flaw btw, she just realizes that if she backs out, nothing will get better, and nothing will change. She is also quoting her parents there, where she wants to help her citizens, but they just tell her to turn away and ignore it. Plus, if she asks for help, she could loose everything: her caretakers, her friends, a roof over her head. All just for trying to do the right thing.

I will look up at the stars to guide me

With nothing to hold me back this time

I know there will be challenges that'll find me

But I will take them on, one at a time

This is her now up for the challenge of making change, though, I would want her voice to be a little fearful, since she is going against everything her parents stood for.

 I will make this wish

For their dreams of hope and bliss…

 I will make this wish

I want something more for us than this!

Its similar to the previous one. Just that she is now saying "I want this:" in a sense. She still is holding back though.

Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah (To make this wish)

Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah, ah-ah (you need to take the risk)

More than this, oh, ah-ah-ah

The stars are telling her to actually take the risk of actually wishing for something rather than holding back on it. Their chorus is more quieter, since they heard her voice, just that, she is still holding back, which is making the stars feel like they can't help her situation until she actually wishes for real, so they start turning away ... except for one.

(speaking) More than this…

I would like the instruments to pause here, to take a breather if you will. Asha also says this here, since she realizes she isn't being honest with what she truly wants. So instead of saying what is on her mind, she is saying from her heart, which is how stars actually come down to help. Your wish has to be from the heart, not the mind, or something you think you want. They aren't genies. Asha throughout the song is just backing out and hense more hesitant until now. She is also looking at the stars at this point to wish upon! Can you guess who?

So I make this wish

I want their dreams to have…a…CHANCE

(It ends with a high note btw) And here she is saying what she really wants. It is still a selfless act, and she isn't saying for all the dreams to be granted, no, she wants the people to have a chance of pursuing their dreams before it is too late. I might change it later since it is somewhat awkward, but I think it is a nice note to end off for now.

Conclusion

(sketch version from my last post lol)

So yeah thats how I would write the song!

None of this is perfect, and this is also my first time actually writing out lyrics for a song, so their is bound to be some flaws.

I also accept all criticism since I would like to improve this song for a little something :3

Anyways, thanks for reading! Hope you guys have a great day, or night!

#this took me a few weeks #to make #and if there is anyway to improve it #just let me know #disney wish #fypage #tumblr fyp #explorepage #foryou #art tag #star wish #art #artwork #wish 2023 #wish movie #wish disney #wish asha #this wish #wish rewrite #rewrite #song rewrite #fanfic writing #asha wish #asha #princess asha #wish #star #wishing star #TKoRaT #The Kingdom of Roses and Thorns

[captainsarahscratches]

HAPPIER

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First fic ever, and I'm going balls to the wall and staring with a multi-part series that will eventually lead to smut, because why not? This hasn't really been proofread, just can't sleep and writing this out on my phone. Also shameless self insert ideals into the storyline but, write what you know i guess. I hope it's okay, give it some feedback if you want. You won't hurt my feelings.

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It had only been a few weeks back since everything happened. You saw your friend fight for months injured and in pain, finally convinced him to get the surgery he desperately needed. (After basically getting the whole company to back you up on the matter, but none the less, it happened) Just to watch him struggle through the physical and mental tolls of the recovery period. But what hurt you more than you would ever admit, is that you stood there by his side.... as a friend.

You've been with the company since the beginning, and sure you started out as friends. Kenny, of course, one of the main talents and you as one of Tony's pick to make sure the brand succeeded. Your area was on talent/public relations, so basically making sure no one says anything stupid on to the press. Which some people made a more difficult job to have than needed.

Over the past few years you built your way up into a higher position but still kept your relationships with most of the wrestlers. One in particular being Kenny. To be fair, even before you were hired you loved the industry and Kenny in particular. You had openly admitted to having a crush on him and Devitt in the past. To which Kenny thought was "cute, interesting... but cute" a reaction that always lingered in your mind but you never investigated.

When Kenny was out, you went by his Florida apartment and brought him groceries every week. He always tried to pay you back and tell you didn't have to but you would always brush it off. The two of you hung out a lot more than usual during that time. Watching movies, playing video games, and talking about what's next for the Elite. At this point in your career, Tony had asked you a few times to weigh in on storylines for a 'fans perspective ', a dream job you had mentioned to Kenny once and then came to fruition soon after.

There had been a few moments here and there where you thought you felt tension between the two of you, hoping that maybe, just maybe, he would make a move. A few times you had stayed late and too tired to drive home. Refusing to let you sleep on the couch, you ending up sleeping in his bed, once waking up in his arms, you replayed that morning multiple times over.

However, nothing ever came of it, but after that night you did notice that he started to refer to you as beautiful and lovely. Words that made you smile like a kid overwhelmed with happiness.

Soon, Kenny was back. Set to win the trios titles with Matt and Nick, the two other people just as excited to have him back at work as you.

The stage was set, the promos you had set played and it was time. A few moments before he went out, kenny pulled you to the side "i just wanted to say thank you. I know I've said it a million times by now but you really have done so much for me. I can't tell you what it means to me. He hugged you close, pulled back for a second and kissed you gently.

It was only a brief second, but it felt like hours, it took everything you had not giggle with excitement, cry, or fall to your knees all at the same time. You were stunned and all you could do was blush smile like an idiot.

"You're amazing, I mean it" he walked away to his mark, jogging in place to get himself ready again. You look over, face red as can be to see Matt standing to the side smiling, trying to act like he didn't see you two. "What?" You say trying your best to stop blushing.

"Nothing, it's just- I didn't know he finally asked you out. He talks about you all the time. It's sweet"

"Well, he hasn't actually that just came out of nowhere and thats why I'm freaking out" you replied, Matt looked confused.

"ELITE ENTRANCE IN TWO"

Matt looked like he was going to say something but ran to get in place.

So, there you are, confused and left to wonder. Was Matt fucking with me? Did Kenny actually feelings for me? It wasn't necessarily a romantic kiss, just a quick peck... maybe you're blowing it out of proportion?? What the fuck do you do now? Do you kiss him back after the match? Is this a dating vibe? Or did he just give you a simple kiss and thought nothing of it...

Before the match was over you had to get the media conference set up. Watching his match from the monitors you were so proud of him. Confused but proud. As they return backstage, you can't even get close to them as basically the whole crew surrounds them. You decided to move on and talk to Kenny afterward.

Press conference is set, you gave Tony his talking points, Punk is by the side ready to go. He looks a little pissed off, but what else is new, you weren't going to let him ruin your night.

Cameras turn on, everything is fine. Your phone dings, KENNY: hey do you want to get dinner with us tonight?

Before you can even answer you see another text from Tony, "get him out of here" you look up and Punk is going off on a tanget. Exhausted, you exclaim "What the fuck is happening now?"

#kenny omega smut #kenny omega #kenny omega x reader #kenny omega imagine #bullet club #aew fanfiction #aew smut #aew imagine #the elite

[simp4men]

Hold Me Down part 3

Part 2 

Jack was getting ready to go on The Late Night Show with Jimmy Fallon. This was his first time ever doing a talk show interview so he was kind of nervous. Jack was pacing the dressing room as a way to calm himself down. 

“Jack, you're gonna be fine, stop pacing. Just be yourself and everyone will love you.” you say looking at him 

“Your right, you know you’re the only person who knows I get nervous before these types of things.” he says  

“I know, you hide it so well under you cocky personality” you laugh 

“Not funny, Y/N. Now come here and give me a hug before I have to go out there” he says, grabbing your hand and pulling you up from the couch to wrap his arms around your waist hugging you tightly. You melt into him instantly. You really admired this side of Jack. His soft side really came out with you and he would deny it if anyone ever mentioned it but he really relied on you completely to get him through any type of appearance he had to do. 

“You're gonna kill it Jack, as always. You always do, and I'll be watching from the dressing room.” you whisper into his neck while his hands are still tightly secured around your waist. 

“Thank you, pretty girl” he mumbles into your shoulder.

“Ok now let me go, you have to go on now.” you say pushing him off of you. 

Jack finally makes it to the stage where he meets Jimmy and sits down on the couch. They start talking and chatting away. Then it comes time to show some videos. They start playing the video of Jack getting interviewed by Emma at the Met Gala. 

“What is that, is that like the Harlow effect? You're like the internet's boyfriend right now every girl is in love with you.” Jimmy says

“Not every girl, my assistant likes to remind me of how much of an idiot I am and puts me in my place, everyday.” he smirks 

“Really, wow so she hasn’t fallen for you yet” Jimmy laughs alongside the audience 

Jack shakes his head no and smiles. Then they start playing the video of the referees not knowing who Jack was. 

“Yeah there's a portion of this crowd that knows I get compared to that half goat from Narnia” he laughs 

“Where did that even come about” Jimmy asks 

“We have the same sort of thing going right here” he gestures to his beard. “My assistant actually was obsessed with the movie Narnia and actually was the one who called it out. One day she just told me, she was like Jack you know what, you look like the goat guy from Narnia” he laughs 

“Omg I love that, I love that” Jimmy laughs 

“So Jack, this new single you just dropped, what’s it about?” Jimmy asks 

“There’s really no meaning about it. I just wanted to reference a girl and mention that I wanted more out of our relationship.” Jack says smugly 

“Ok, so I have read some fan theories and people are saying that it’s about your assistant, is that true” Jimmy asks 

“Maybe” Jack shrugs smirking

“So it is, does she know it’s about her?” Jimmy asks 

“Yeah, she heard the song she was so confused, she was like what the hell.” he laughs 

“Omg i love that, she seems like such a cool person” Jimmy says 

Jack nods, “She’s actually here, she’s backstage in my dressing room watching right now” he says 

Jimmy looks at the camera and waves. Finally Jack is done with his interview and gets ready to perform first class. You were waiting back in his dressing room laying on the couch when Jack comes in after performing, and lays on top of you hugging you close to his body. 

“Jack, great job, but please get off you weigh like a hundred tons” you sigh nudging him 

“Ughh fine, your lucky I love you and don’t get offended by that” he says putting his hand to his heart 

You just laugh, “I love you too stink” 

Truth be told, Jack seriously was in love with you. He respected you and admired you immensely. He loved that you were like the only girl that didn’t fall to his feet. You treated him like a regular guy and the fact that you were not interested in him like that made him fall even harder for you. 

#jack harlow #jack harlow x reader

[dilf-in-peril]

woke up to njpw tweeting that bryan is wrestling okada in january and all i can think is "someone should be stepping in and telling him no. why arent they." youve made many posts expressing this type of sentiment esp since the stevie richards video that aew had taken down, and the refrain of like, "where are the agents, where are the trainers, the medical staff, the coaches, the refs, why is nobody protecting these performers from themselves when that should be like their primary job" weighs heavy on my mind lately. genuinely a disgrace. Sorry to come into your inbox to spread misery for no good reason btw, i just know you understand this perspective. nothing to do with you or me sending this but i also hope to see this become like a ~discourse~ topic on wrestling twitter or whatthefuckever, not that im optimistic it will lol. i just honestly think this should be talked about publicly with concern about accountability bc its alarming

I'm happy getting bonked on the head did at least help Mox come to the conclusion (although I thought he went through similar shit as Punk at the end in WWE) that AEW needs better concussion protocols and better refs. Let's hope he's not just talking to the press about it but also to his boss.

And I don't think I need to remind people Meltzer said Punk was sending mysterious legal letters, making everyone's life more difficult and didn't want to job to Mox (or whatever Meltzer implied) when he was actually just not medically cleared yet and didn't want to wrestle without clearance.

I don't know how badly injured Bryan is, I think they said he should be back by the end of the year, but you know, he also came back earlier from his broken arm. I don't know if he offered to do it or TK asked him, I think it was the latter but you know even if he offered it to save the PPV for the fans and for Ricky, TK should have said no.

Well, it's all a big *sigh*. I know this isn't just a AEW issue but I wish they'd be better about it, especially since they are running a retirement home.

[antimony-medusa]

Question for the qsmp community. If I wrote a modern au that had background/implied qphil/qwilbur where they are both adults and definitely not related would people be normal. Or would everyone immediately hate it bc of the ship. I wanna make it clear im not trying to get attention for a potential fic i just want to know if you guys think i would get death threats.

Asking here for further reach, to remain anonymous, and to generate opinions and discussion! Thanks :)

That's an interesting question, and I welcome other people weighing in on that! I think I have definitely seen fics float by that have implied background qphil/qwilbur, and I don't recall the authors getting hate in their notes. Your milage may vary, but I've seen people do it and be fine. Note that these were e-rated fics however so people were already a bit more ready to be freaky, you might find more pushback if you're writing something teen-rated?

But the familial relationship on QSMP is much less firmly defined than it was on DSMP, and frankly a fair bit of the sandduo interactions are kind of uncomfortable to interpret as being between a father son duo, so when it comes to things people are doing with ships, saying "actually they're not related and wilbur's extended sexual discussions with someone he wants to approve of him are /sex" is not the craziest ship out there.

If you were doing main focus philbur I would say be prepped for hate comments or people telling you to add warning tags— I did once see someone with a "they're not related" tag with someone in their notes arguing with them that they should tag it for incest or pseudo-incest, even though best as I could tell that wasn't a feature of the work at all, it was an au where they were like, unrelated coworkers. But just as a background ship, honestly most people are not reading that closely.

My general guess would be that you'd be fine if it was e-rated, you're not gonna get more blowback than you would for smut for any other english-speaking streamer. It's a bit more dicey if you're wandering into the wilds of the t-rated and m-rated fics.

I would recommend starting out in the Anon collection if you're unsure, I have literally done the research and people will still happily read anon fics. It just won't be traceable back to you if someone decides they hate the author of this HORRIBLE fic where the cubitos do (less than they've done on screen in sorry boy videos now).

Anyways I'm very sleepy so if someone else has opinions, feel free to weigh in! I am just someone who browses in the tag sometimes, I don't have a lot of experience with posting QSMP fic. Tell anon your thoughts if you will.

#qsmp #anon #ask #qsmp shipping

[proton-selfships]

🎵Music, 🕯️Candle, and 🧵Thread for the s/i ask game!!

Lore and S/I Ask Game

Thank you, Starshine!

🎵 Music: If you/your self-insert had a theme song, what would it be?

I was gonna flex my music taste and pick "The Noise Inside My Head" by Assemblage 23 for this one, since that one's got similar themes of feeling overwhelmed by your own mind… But this is the theme song for my S/I.

If I can be real for a second while sparing you all the grisly details, I feel like I struggle in silence a lot against my own mind. Really, it's a struggle just to acknowledge how bad it actually is when I feel like I need to punish myself for being lazy and selfish and inhuman since that's how it must look to anyone on the outside looking in… And that's just in real life! My S/I getting overwhelmed by the sensory input from her powers and feeling like even more of a monster because of how much potential they have to hurt people would just make all of that even worse!

But a big takeaway from my arc is that I don't have to be alone. And really, I never was.

And the way the chorus is addressed to "kid" just hits given all the younger familial and platonic F/Os I've collected in this series who are all going through their own shit, too ;;w;;

🎵 Bonus: An extra song that fits you/your self-insert and your F/O!

I was going to put specific lyrics from this one here, but honestly if I did I'd just be putting down all of them because it fits my perspective of my relationship with Laurel so well! I want to be with her and I'm choosing to be with her! Even if the past still weighs on her, she deserves happiness now and to make her life what she wants it to be with her newfound freedom from the social pressures that threatened to divide us and the lifelong mission that she'd chosen too young! Because I know that's what we both want, and it'll be scary at times and take a while to get there, but we'll walk that road together!

This song's basically the embodiment of my idealistic refusal to give up on Laurel, from the lyrics to the way it sounds! It makes me so emotional to think about askdfjsdkafhsdf ;w;

🕯️ Candle: Do you/your self-insert have a secret? If so, what is it and why do they keep it to themselves? Is it dark and mysterious or something small, yet impactful?

Well, if I told you, then it wouldn't be a secret anymore, would it? ;3

I don't know if I really have any secrets so much as things that I don't talk about in contexts where I don't see a need to or fear it'd make people uncomfortable.

So… Being as vague as possible for the purposes of keeping it suitable to this blog… I end up keeping it a secret for a bit that I secretly enjoyed having been manipulated by Laurel. Not the part where I was complicit in a plan that ended up hurting people, but that feeling of being looked after, and being told what to do and think and being owned by her in some way, was really nice. Plus, it all lined up a little too well with past fictional crushes I've had both in-universe and out LMAO

Laurel and I unpack that later on our own, but it stays between us for obvious reasons given that we're supporting characters in a show aimed at teens, so it wouldn't impact canon at all! (Aside from a throwaway joke or two, since that'll never be off the table in any canon where Gomez and Morticia exist.)

🧵Thread: What would you/your self-insert wear in the source your F/O is from? It can be multiple outfits or just one! Bonus: Do you have a weapon? If so, describe it or show it!

Honestly, just the stuff that I wear in real life since the source is so similar to our world! My go-to is a t-shirt and jeans with sneakers, with a jacket or flannel over it depending on the weather, since it's easy and unobtrusive and having a shirt with cute or cool stuff on it makes me happy! I imagine that'd be a way for the costume designers to slip in a bunch of references to different video games and bands if my S/I were canon.

And the bonus part doesn't apply this time since my S/I never uses a weapon, only her powers. And even then she's not a combatant, she's faculty at a school. A school where a bunch of wild shit happens, so those powers do see a lot of use, but still!

#peyton got mail! #ask game answers #peyton ravenna #laurelton #suggestive #wisemins

[vilevexedvixen]

D&D Castrato Bard idea

Undecided whether to put this in a historical D&D session set over the 17th or 18th century (either works because this was when the castrati were most prominent - though existed since the 15th century, so that period would also work (They technically existed since byzantine times but people typically refer to the opera castrati when discussing "castrati")), or if say a church that a human paladin followed had an equivalent castrati in the realm of D&D. Castrati were men who were castrated before hitting puberty so as to preserve their soprano or contralto voice. In their hay day they earned decent pay and notoriety as opera singers, so poorer families sometimes castrated their sons in the hopes of making them be castrati and in turn earn the family money. Highly recommend Early music sources' video if you want a general summary of the topic: https://youtu.be/iP2vw6JIdNQ Similar build and / or age to the barbarian of the party, to contrast with his high pitched, boyish voice (which I know contradicts the ways the lack of physiological changes induced in puberty means the castrati often, going by various paintings and early photographs, has softer facial features and tended to be pudgy but a character can still be big and muscular for reasons other than a male puberty). He'd make his body more imposing and avoid speaking where possible to avoid drawing attention to his voice in his day to day life. Not that he'd be keen to show off his singing anyway, as his singing wasn't all that great. More a poet than anything, master of written rather than spoken words and songs. Subsequently he didn't end up being the golden goose his poor family had hoped for. Just a silly goose! The times he tried to work within his abilities to make them the money they expected, instead of being paid for the songs he wrote his work was attributed to other, more famous composers. It was at least a little rewarding to hear how much others enjoyed his words all the same. That didn't stop his family evicting him. Only allowing his return if he brings back enough money to support them. With so many years dedicated to musical arts, even with his lack of talent and lackluster progress, it's all he really knows how to do so assumed the role of a travelling bard.

Before being kicked out, his siblings mockingly dubbed him "Caster" (short for castrato, of course) more often than using his actual name for so long he'd forgotten it. Once he joins a party, if the members ask about his name, he'll joke it's because his mother thought he was so sweet like caster sugar, or that it was because his sonets were so enchanting it was like he was a spell caster. Assuming there's no non-human equivalent of the castrati, it'd take a while for party members to learn the actual meaning of his name (if he ever discloses it at all). Unlike the playboys castrati were known to be, Caster's lack of fame, his general disinterest in the lust and adoration such fame might have granted him as it had other castrati and longing for a loving home / companionship meant that rather than relishing in his forced infertility it instead weighed on him like lead boots. Appreciative of any company that will have him, but limited by his aversion to speak (or rather, to have others hear his unusual voice), he readily helps whatever party is kind to him. With his supposedly limited skillset, he feels he is useless despite the innumerable ways he helps the party and the undesirables of whatever town they pass through. Empathising with the homeless and orphaned, and acting as the parental figure of the party. Progressively adopting more and more people in a similar way to the Bat-fam or Pathologic's Artemy Burakh. (Also I know the painting is anachronistic but I really like it and felt it fit the vibe)

#dnd #dnd character #dnd bard #bardic inspiration #character writing #original character #castrato

[mortalityplays]

I don't know if I 100% agree that the reporting in the DE video is exactly both-sides-ism, even if the editorial conclusion is laughably pathetic and definitely takes up a dipshit middle path position. The complicating factor is that the narratives being investigated have already been staked out in public discourse — I don't think there is a way to talk about the story without talking about the ~toxic patriarchal workplace abuse~ counterclaims from kompus and co. I also don't see how those claims could be reasonably investigated without asking the question 'will any actual employee go on the record and talk about their experience'. Anything other than direct interrogation of those claims would still lend them the benefit of doubt.

I do think there is journalistic value in opening that door, giving the employees who feel aggrieved ample time to say their piece, and letting the ephemeral substance of their actual accusations sit alongside the multi-million pound fraud that their bosses appear to be perpetrating. Like we can argue separately about whether weighing these disputes against each other is appropriate (it isn't lol) but these interviews are the moment that anyone with more substantive claims than 'they took a long holiday' or 'they don't always respect management structures' had the opportunity to present them.

As much as I think the editorial position of the host is dumb and spineless, the actual content of the investigative reporting is pretty comprehensive and transparent. As much as I've seen people complaining that equal time was given to the financial malfeasance and the interpersonal squabbles, I've also seen people complaining that the interviews should have been edited into subject-focused segments where everyone presents 'their side of the story' on each complaint. I'm glad it didn't do that!!! That would have sucked shit and muddied the subject!!! Giving everyone who wanted to speak a chance to speak was a good approach imo. The point is made in the first segment about the lack of paperwork from za/um — if persuasive evidence exists, and the opportunity to present it exists, why doesn't it materialise? Well.

e: to be clear, I think making the studio employees the centre of the dispute is disgusting, but I think that's on the studio heads putting them on the firing line for PR reasons, not on the journalists talking to them. the journos Are however stupider than pig shit for falling for it.