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antiquecompass · 11 months
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Just an FYI: due to the Ao3 and AI mining stuff, I've put all my fics to registered users only. If you need an invite code, just let me know
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fellshish · 2 years
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It’s such a weird contrast between real life and fandom life because on the one hand you can feel proud of a fic you’ve written but also you can’t really discuss it with with people like it’s some dirty little secret. Like people will ask have you been writing lately? Because they know you like to write. And then you just stare into the distance and it looks like your childhood dreams of becoming a writer have gone to waste. But they don’t know you are a writer. It’s just not measured as desirable by society’s / capitalist standards
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the-obnoxious-sibling · 11 months
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reigen spin-off thoughts, pt 1: so how’s serizawa doing after a few more months on the job?
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serizawa: still not great with nonviolent confrontation!
tome describes him to her friends as “lacking self-confidence” (reigen, on the other hand, has a “shady vibe”), and while my gut feeling says this is partly a problem of contrast (being surrounded by people who seem to have The Most Self-Confidence), he’s definitely got times and places where he’s still a bit shaky.
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but that’s fine, that’s not the role he wants or needs to play! he takes care of the exorcisms, reigen takes care of the people. i think he and reigen would both agree that the human element is by far the more intimidating—and dangerous—of the two.
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gregoftom · 11 months
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OUUURRRGHHHH both tom and greg offering for ceo spot even though it seems ridiculous from both of their positions but they both try anyway i see you both i see you. i seeee youuuu
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clumsyclifford · 1 year
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Le me checking if you posted a new ATL fic on ao3 every now and then
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ahaha i'll be honest it'll probably be a while before i post another atl fic on ao3 if ever. and that's assuming i ever actually finish anything i'm in the middle of. it's a big if. sorry dlfkghdf
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godblooded · 2 years
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i am uncomf with how attracted to detective mills in se7en doc bloom genuinely is.
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vampire-crimson · 2 years
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suzukiblu · 4 months
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I love pretty much everything you write, but I'm currently going feral over 1. Sugar baby Kon 2. Billy Batson adopts Superboy and 3. Wetnurse omegaverse (the absolute love of my life, I have SO MANY QUESTIONS) ❤️
Thank you! ❤️ Which, uh--Billy-adopts-Superboy is the ONLY one of those three that's gonna be any kind of a "reasonable" length, I'm pretty sure, so I hope your feral side enjoys ridic word counts, lol.
You're fine with that, right, friend? You won't mind??
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125hr · 3 months
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Ppl hating on Saltburn with the most ridiculous takes ever— haven’t seen ppl be this pathetic in awhile
Missing not only the plot but the symbolism as well
NO EXACTLY the saltburn hate just seems ridic and forced to me. at this point i dont give a shit about valid criticisms anymore bc i legitimately have NOT seen a single one. i have my own little gripes about the movie of course i dont think its perfect but the way people talk about it drives me up the wall. like at LEAST understand it before you write it off
i think it also stems from the way that people consume medias now (keyword consume). things like filmtok/booktok/letterboxd etc. encourage one-note, sensationalized reactions to art. like everything is a trope now and everything is just another thing that comes before it. saltburn has to be in a box, it HAS to be parasite or talented mr ripley or cmbyn, despite emerald having said MULTIPLE TIMES that its a story about desire and beauty that you cant touch, and of course its cinematography is so gorgeous so it HAS to have been made for tiktok and tumblr right?
people legitimately just watch this movie bc they saw someone talk about how shocking and traumatizing it is so that they could make a funny little tiktok about how they dont find it shocking at all actually, i watched salo 23 times, you are all babies and would never survive a cod lobby. basing your reaction on other people's reaction is not how you should go about approaching art. art is meant to be felt.
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antiquecompass · 2 years
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And chapter 2 is up! (Finally. Updates should be coming quicker now.)
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alfred straight up murdering his brother on accident just because he walked too quietly into the room is so fucking funny but how terrifying is alfred to regular humans? If he goes to casually throw some ridicously heavy thing he's working on over to the intern or whoever theyre not gonna get back up on their feet to chew him out for it lol. also... getting shot and squished by bisons still hurts like all hell right? does matthew start to get wary around him or is he just too used to it to be all that bothered?
Lmao right? I very much enjoy using these characters, especially fleshy loony-tune-style horror shows because good fucking god, it's funny. But its also very fun? Alfred javelining people into the water must be so fun. Alfred casually picks up Matt when he's on the sofa because he dropped his keys behind it. He will randomly rip up troublesome trees in someone's fields in the middle of the night. This is not a wholly negative, angsty or even humourous trait.
So for humans... not very as an adult. I think. Generally, Alfred puts his people at ease. He's handsome, funny, intelligent and friendly. Man has that kind of crooked smile and easy charm. The charisma, luck and social skills of the gambler and the grifters and drifters of the old Westerns if not the old West. When he was little and had less control because he'd get excited, I could see him getting himself in trouble and accidentally committing some violence. As an adult, I think he's much more careful around humans, and the only time he tends to bust out the super strength is to prevent accidentally killing humans. Picking up a car in front of someone getting aggressive will contain that person's aggression goddamn fast.
As for if things hurt, yes. Superheroes and Gods are boring for me to write about. I like making these fuckers creepy and overpowered sometimes, but I'm most invested in their humanity. So time to do the math. The average bison is about 816 to 1,088 kg, and the most recent record for a deadlift was 487 kg. So on the lower end of that, 816 divided by 487 is about 1.67; redeploy that as a percentage that's about 160% the strength of what's currently possible. I personally think this is why this dork is always snacking, so it has some effect on his metabolism and his physiology. He's not going to starve to death as fast as he should with that metabolism because there's that nation fuckery there, but my boy is peckish. So now that I've laid that nonsense out, I generally make him about 160% more resilient than the strongest human (yeah, my browser history is fucked, what about it?), but not in all ways because biologically, that would fuck up his brain something fierce cerebellum be whack big and I like my nerdy NASA boy. But I try to keep that 160 in mind, so it might sometimes be consistent? Maybe? But yeah, he's durable and walks away from a lot of things that most people wouldn't, but he can be shot, dropped, smashed, hit, etc. And his pain tolerance is limited because, again, that removes too much vulnerability and why are we invested in this nerd? Lord knows it's not patriotism on my end. Strong, but not indestructible.
Now with the biology and the physical aspect of my stupid brain's explanation of this yankee doodle dumbass (affectionate) articulated, onto the emotional and interpersonal consequences. This is a bit meta, but Alfred's perception of himself and his loved ones can reflect this fandom and canon. I don't know if canon makes them twins, but many people do despite some intrinsic differences in history, progress, culture and values. It's a valid take because who wants to lord over other people or think about being the superpower and the empire? And passport privilege, cultural dominance, and political hegemony are things that only come into play when we're online or in some sort of international situation. The world revolves around the US, but Alfred's 'first amongst equals' with the laurels of power is not his default setting. At home, he just wants to be another person. Abroad, he has to function on a different set of rules, and leadership, and that arrogance only comes out at certain points. He wants to be human, he wants to be loved, he wants to be normal. And it hurts his fucking feelings to be reminded he isn't, that it is lonely at the top, that no matter how similar, the Trudeau quote applies.
Matt's used to him, and Alfred's reasonably careful, but the gulf between them, Alfred's ability to just steamroll him if he wanted to (even if Matt would give him a hell of a fight) does leave its marks. Matt tries as hard not to show it as much as Alfred tries not to crush him. He's overjoyed about something and goes in for a hug, and there go a couple of subluxing ribs as he kind of affectionately slaps Alfred's shoulder like "indoor muscles! Indoor muscles, bud!" And its mainly because Alfred doesn't like thinking about being a weirdo, and Matt doesn't want to remind him. They want to be as equal as possible, but physics is a thing.
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ishipthis · 9 months
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iDidn't see this coming - Part 1
Disclaimer: This has some spice and is set in a world where Pearl never existed, so it's cannon but not that cannon. This does mean that the confession never happened, nor did the Italy fight, so this is why they're strictly platonic best friends in denial here. Other than that, enjoy!
Like most of the bad ideas she gets mixed up in, It’s Harpers fault that it happens.
One moment they’re sipping Wine-ka’s, a delicious mix of Moscato and vodka with just enough bubbles to make you real tipsy real fast -and the next Harper is typing “CREDDIE FAN FICTION” Into the google search bar. It’s harmless, she insists. Why not? 
“All I’m saying is that If my Harperheads were dedicated to writing all kinds of freakydeaky things about me and my platonic best friend with whom I refuse to admit I’m in love with, I’d be a little bit curious about what they have to say.” 
“Harper heads?” Carly grins, taking another sip of her drink. “And I’m not in love with Freddie” It’s obvious from the high pitched tone that it’s a lie, but she does what any self respecting millennial does, she buckles down. “Why would I be in love with Freddie? That’s like most ridiculous thing that could ever happen, so ridiculous that it belongs in..” she hesitates clearly looking for some sophisticated way of ending the sentence that doesn’t end with her sounding in denial. “-the book of the world’s most ridiculous things to happen…. In the world?” she finishes. Nailed it.
 “You done?” Harper asks, eyebrow raising as she gives Carly the ‘You dropped the bag’ look, which yes, she did indeed drop the bag. The bag is on the floor. “As I was saying, my Harper Heads, Harpettes, Harpies? – like groupies but with a Harp, which is fitting because you know how I like me some groupies” Carly gives her a look. “Don’t look at me like that, it could happen. And when it does, they are going to know that even though I’m Beyonce’s best-“ another look. “Err second best friend, I’m down with them getting their creative juices flowing, because one, I’m a creative mastermind myself and two, it would save me a subscription to only fans”
 “Are you done?” Carly smirks, mimicking Harper as she reaches over to try and grab her phone back. It doesn’t work. 
“Aren’t you just a little bit curious what they think?” 
Yes. “No. Besides, if I were curious that would mean that some part of me liked Freddie like that and I don’t, so I’m clearly not curious and would never be, because that would be ridic” 
“You start talking about ‘The book of ridiculous things’ and I swear I will I disown you” 
“You would never, that too belongs in the book of ridic-“ Harper throws a pillow at her head, she maybe deserves it. 
“Carly and Freddie get caught taking a late night jacuzzi together on winter break where shenanigans ensue! Ooh shenanigans, maybe your hair isn’t the only thing getting wet” 
“Harper! Hand me the phone.”
“Okay okay, too frisky, I got you. How about this one, Freddie and Carly round third base? It’s about sport? You don’t like sport, you even got kicked out of jazzercize, but third base is relatively tame, it’s like the knitting of fondling and that feels right for you”
 “HARPER” 
“Oooh the tags on this one! Fred-” 
“Is there a Freddie and Carly are super great friends and don’t do anything to jeopardise their friendship because they cherish each other too much to do so and also she doesn’t have feelings for him anyway and he has also moved on, so they just keep being best friends forever and ever and never risk ruining the friendship- fic?” Carly asks, voice once again going Shill. Traitor. 
“No” Harper deadpans, taking another sip as she eyes her down. “Because that would be stupid.” 
“Don’t you have a date go on?” Carly asks, picking up the pillow and smacking her in the stomach. 
She’s sitting on the couch sipping on another wine-ka relishing in the way the bubbles are going to her head when her phone rings, the tone playing the one that’s personalised just for Harper. What? She likes things organised, okay? 
“BESTIE!!!” Harper is clearly drunk, and by the weird slurping sounds that are coming through the phone, she’s assuming whoever is currently kissing? Suckling? In the vicinity of the phone, is also very very drunk. 
“Are you making respectable decisions?” Carly giggles into the phone, taking another sip of her sweet little cocktail. 
“Nope, the most irresponsible ones” Harper replies slurring through a laugh as she pops the p on ‘Nope’. “But I am calling you to say don’t wait up because Victor? It’s Victor right? Oh Vince, Vinet? Oooh Fancy, I like it- is going to take good care of me tonight and by care I mean-“
“LA LA LA LA I don’t need to hear the end of that sentence, just leave your location on and remember your taser.” She means it, really. The last thing drunk Harper is-is subtle. 
“Mmmmm Victo-Vinet do that thing with your tongue again. Got to go Carls and by go I mean-” 
The phone cuts out. Thank God. One accidental sex voicemail is enough for one lifetime. 
She’s in the process of checking if it’s too late to watch another episode of Teledo House Flip when she sees it, the words glowing against the stark white background of the chrome app. ‘It’s your birthday and I’ll try if I want to by Ilovecreddie69’ and she’s not curious, she’s not. It’s a mere coincidence that her eyes drift down and happen to read the synopsis, really it is. 
“Freddie wants to throw Carly a birthday she’ll actually enjoy?” she reads aloud curiosity etched in her tone. okay so maybe she’s a little intrigued. After all, it was only a few months ago that she helped throw Freddie the party of his dreams, it only makes sense that she’d be curious what kind of party their fans think he’d know her well enough to throw for her. There’s nothing weird about that right? Right. Besides, her birthday IS coming up soon, so this is kind of fitting. 
So far it’s not so bad, it’s cute even. Fic Freddie has spent the morning worrying about trying to make her birthday special because fic Carly hates her birthday. Not so far off reality, so far so good. For her birthday this year fic Freddie has decided he wants to give it a shot to make it the best birthday she’s had, why? Because he can’t face the thought of anyone not liking the day his best friend was born, especially when the main culprit is his best friend herself. What better way than to start all of these festivities then to bake her a cake. it’s pretty tame really and not at all as weird as she thought it would be. Maybe it’s the wine talking, but she’s not not enjoying it, it’s entertaining, maybe Harper was on to something. 
She’s up to the part where he starts cooking the cake when she gets the brilliant idea. Freddie. She’ll text it to Freddie. After all her birthday is coming up and they’re always sending each other subtle hints for activities or things they want to do together, why would this be any different? Even Harper said it wasn’t weird. Freddie will get it, he’ll laugh and say ‘noted’ and on her birthday there will be a terribly made cake with sloppy frosting and a cute card and they’ll maybe say a thank you to Ilovecreddie69 when she blows out the candles. 
Yes, she’s going to send it. It’s harmless! 
She copies the link, opening her messenger app to post it in with the comment ‘A hint for my birthday’ and presses send. Harmless!
She’s all but forgotten about the text half an hour later when his reply comes in, the chime designated specifically for Freddie because organised, remember? playing out into the kitchen where she’s currently stacking her wine glasses into the dishwasher. 
Ding.
“Is Harper with you?” That's a weird question to ask, she thinks, reading his response. Then again, it's Harper so it's very possible she’s texted Freddie thinking Carly would be with him, to let them know she's with Vinet and now he's just checking in. Sweet, caring Freddie, how could anyone not love him? 
“No, she's out for the night, I don't think we'll be seeing her for a good 12 hours at least. Did she call you?”
She watches as the phone lights up with the three dots signifying he's typing before they disappear again. Weird. It happens three times, dots, no dots, dots, no dots, dots, dots, dots, no dots. Finally, just as she's beginning to think he fell asleep she gets a reply. 
"You want me to do this...for you?"
All those dots for that? He's acting weird, technically she realises that, but also reality is she's still pretty tipsy so it’s also very possible she's just thinking he's being weird? Who is she to determine after three flasks of wine-ka's that he's off. His text probably just means 'I want to make sure your birthday is great and I'm just checking it's a cake you want because I care about making it perfect for you' which again, is very Freddie andalso why he is the best friend ever. Even over text he's sweet, she thinks. 
She starts typing back. 
"Yes please, but I realise I've kind of taken the surprise out of it now." 
He responds back immediately. 
"I'm certainly surprised." He's surprised? Crap. What was she thinking? He probably already had something planned because he’s Freddie, and now she's gone and messed up his plan by bringing it up. Drunk Carly logic, it’s seamless. 
She quickly taps out a response attempting to do damage control because really, Carly, you can’t just take over your best friend's plans for your birthday, that’s rude. 
"I’m sorry if I've jumped the gun here, you know I’d be happy with anything you came up with, you don’t have to do this. As long as I've got you by my side, it'll be perfect." There. Much better. 
She's humming to herself on the way to her bedroom as his reply finally arrives. 
"You haven't jumped the gun, I guess I'm just confused?" Confused? What does that even mean. She texts back straight away. 
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have sent it, forget I did, okay?" This is the last time Carly is drinktexting, it feels like she's doing a mental sobriety test and failing spectacularly. She blames the bubbles. 
"What if I didn't forget it, what would you want if it were now?" His question confuses her. Right now? Her birthday isn't for another three weeks, does he think she wants cake right now? I mean she's always open to cake, it’s cake -but right now it's almost 12am and who bakes a cake at midnight? She's about to tell him as much when the thought comes in that maybe fic Freddie has another birthday surprise that she missed and real Freddie is asking her what she thinks. It makes way more sense that this is why Freddie is asking her to choose what she wants. She was right, he really was planning her birthday! 
She opens the fic back up this time scrolling down as you do when you're a little bit drunk and oblivious to the fact your whole world is about to shift. 
'Sucks the frosting off her neck’
'Unzips her dress' 
'Straddles his waist' 
Oh my God. What the hell did she send him?! 
Her phone dings again. Freddie. Oh God. His messages. 
She reads back up, starting from the top as she goes back down through each of their messages reading her own words as she practically propositions him leading all the way down to his recent text which just says "Carly, please.." In context, everything he said prior now makes sense. In context, she’s screwed. 
She's got to reply, she's got to say something, she knows that. But what? What does one possibly say in this situation? 'I'm sorry, Freddie, I sent you a story with you licking cake frosting off my chest by accident because I thought it was just the cake being made and I really wanted a cake'? Yeah, that’s brilliant, NOT. And his reaction, He’d said 'what if I didn't forget it', he’d asked her to tell him what she wants. That's not a rejection, that's not a 'I don't want to cross this line' that's a please, right? I mean he literally has texted Please, Carly. 
She's internally freaking out now, externally too as she paces the floor of her bedroom. Could she do this with Freddie? Could she cross this line? The wine says yes. The heat rolling through her body also says yes. Her brain says....maybe? It's a bad decision, it's definitely a bad decision and yet... 
"You go first" she's typed it before she can stop herself, curiosity for what he's about to say overpowering any sense of self control. And she is curious; she'd be lying if she said she wasn't. I mean she's thought about it enough times, wondered what it might be like, what he might be like. Would he be gentle? Would he surprise her? Would he take control? What would he do? When they were young, they were both inexperienced teens having their first go with feelings and flirting and intimacy. Their kisses, if you could even call them that, while sweet at the time, were childlike, but now.. now they'd grown up and that meant the chance for more was definitely… possible? Maybe this was the universe's way of letting them finally get to the bottom of it, in a safe and controlled way that left them both in the safety of their own rooms. The universe is kind like that. 
The text comes in. 
"I'd take your hand and turn it over, so your palm was facing up and I'd gently brush my lips over your wrist" Oh.. 
Heat rushes to her face and her cheeks turn a warm shade of pink as she reads his words, words meant only for her. It feels like the rest of the world has disappeared, like they're suddenly in this vulnerable and safe place where only they exist. "Keep going, please?" She sends through as she sits on the edge of her bed. 
"I know we'd both be nervous, so I'd take it slow, leaving small little kisses all the way to the inside of your elbow before I stopped." Why? 
"Why would you stop?" She asks him, biting her lip as she waits for his reply. 
"Because I'd want to see you, I'd want to know if your cheeks flush when I touch you, if you'd bite your lip the way you do when you're nervous..." 
It's the most romantic thing anyone has ever said to her and its Freddie, her Freddie. How? 
"I bit my lip reading what you wrote...." 
"I wish I could see" he writes back immediately, and she does too. As strange as it is to admit that she really wishes he could see it too. 
They're only a hallway apart. A few 100 meters if that. It would be so easy, so simple to walk out the door, down the hall and see him. And yet she can't, not yet. It's one thing to cross this unspoken boundary over text, it's another thing entirely to do it for real. Here it's almost pretend, a hypothetical equation if you will, make believe. In an hour they'll put down their phones, go to bed and in the morning, they'll be back to being Freddie and Carly again. But for now... for now, she's gets to pretend. 
She sets some ground rules for herself. No photos, no phone call, nothing real, it's just texting, just them telling a story, acting out the role of characters, like a skit, she does them all the time, this is just the same thing. - it's a lie, she's aware of that, but at the same time, it's the only way she can deal with what they're doing, the line they're crossing.
"I'd want to kiss you" she types into her phone, before taking a few deep breaths deliberating on whether to send it. If she presses send, they're really doing this. It’s not lost on her that so far she's not given much back, in fact she's not really had to put herself out there at all. She could easily pretend to fall asleep and end this now.... but she doesn't want too. She counts to three and then presses send before starting to type again. "If it were now, I'd probably tell you I've thought about this moment a lot" 
Her phone buzzes. "If it were now, I'd ask you if it was recent?" 
"My thoughts?" She asks, preparing herself for the possibility that he may be wanting to know if she thinks about him, present tense, now. She does. 
"Yes" he responds. And okay, they’re doing this then, they’re admitting their feelings, maybe? She’s still not even sure if this is the question he’s asking, but to her, it is, so she goes with it, empowered by the liquid courage.
"I'd tell you yes" It’s the truth. 
"Can I ask another question...?" He asks. 
She's nervous now. "Okay..." 
"What happens tomorrow?" 
His question is the last one she’s expecting. I mean they’re practically admitting their feelings for each other which has never really happened, maybe has been a long time coming, and now he’s possibly ruining for them with a ‘What happens tomorrow?’. It’s not a question she’s ready to answer. They are not a reality she’s ready to give in to. It’s just too much, the risk of ruining what she already holds so dear? It’s not possible.. 
She texts him back. "We wake up.." It might ruin it, but at least it won’t ruin them, if the damage isn’t already done. Stupid Harper. 
"So this a dream?" Freddie asks her. 
"Yes" It’s just a dream. It can’t be more. It’s unspoken. 
"Okay" he texts, and her stomach sinks. Okay? You’ve messed it all up. She’s about to write her own ‘Freddie, please’ when another text lights up the screen. “If it were now, I’d cradle your face in my hands and I'd kiss you while guiding you backward until your back hit the wall." Shit. 
She types back, a wave of need rushing over her. 
"If it were now, I'd slip my fingers into the top of your pants and tug your body closer to mine so that I could feel you... against me" and she really means it. If she closes her eyes and imagines his words she can practically feel it, feel the way his warm body would melt with hers, his heavy breathing mixing with her own as they linger in the anticipation of what’s to come, what it all means.
Ding. 
"If it were now I'd whisper into your lips that you're driving me crazy" She can practically taste it. 
She’s breathing heavily as she replies. "If it were now, I'd look you in the eyes and tell you to take off your shirt" She wonders what he’s doing, what’s he’s thinking, is his face heating up? Is there a flush to his cheeks? Where is he sitting? Is he laying? Is he surprised to finally hear her say those words? She wants to know, but then those questions.. She’s not ready to go there, this on its own is more than she ever expected, those boundaries, they’re uncrossable. But for a moment she closes her eyes again, expanding on the last image. His hands reaching down to lift his shirt over his head, her own moving forward to touch him in a way she's never given herself permission to imagine before. It's.... 
Ding. 
"If it were now, I'd tell you that if you keep looking at me like that, I'm not going to keep being able to hold back from touching you" Fuck. Okay, so he HAS surprised her. And now she wants it more. 
"If it were now, I'd tell you to quit trying" 
"I'd pick you up and wrap your legs around my waist as I pressed your back into the wall again" He’s quit pretending it’s a hypothetical, throwing away the safety net of the ‘if it were now’ which both scares her with its intensity and intentionality and also makes her even more desperate for him. She wants it. 
"Mmm" she texts back, wanting him to know that she’s effected, that he’s doing for her exactly what she hopes she’s doing for him. 
Ding. 
"And I'd kiss my way from those pretty little lips of yours all the way to your neck so I could whisper into your ear how I can't wait to take you back to my bed, how I'm going to take my time learning all the places I've never been able to learn." That does it. She can’t. 
"Take me back" She writes. 
"Just a dream right?" He responds. 
"Just a dream" She confirms before writing again. "Freddie, take me back to your room." 
To be continued :)
Disclaimer: I'm not sure how long this will be kept up on Tumblr given that it is a little bit more mature. But AO3 going down forced my hand and some of you were pretty excited, so I caved, aha.
If you are enjoying it, please let me know because It will inspire me to actually finish the thing.
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andyboops · 6 months
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omfg okay i know its been a Minute since the post abt it--I jst saw it on my dash: people were calling JASON a cop !?!??? Batman literally is canonically besties w the Head Cop . have they SEEN the military bs in marvel films ??? cut my boy some SLACK sdkjhfgdkjfghd I love tea tho can u pt me in the right direction to know what they were saying sdhkjh <3
Yeah, it's pretty ridic. There's an alarming amount of it out there, so if you really want to find it I'm sure it's in tags under "anti Jason Todd" or "Jason Todd is a cop" or somesuch. The really weird takes come from people who don't seem to think the rest of the BatFam are particularly cop-like but zero in on Jason for whatever reason. Here's one of those from someone who is well-meaning but probably just doesn't actually know much about Jason, along with my very personal response (content warning for discussion of trauma related to sexual assault, mostly in terms of the impact of lack of familial support & victim blaming). I've actually been meaning to repost my response anyway with some editing to make it work as a standalone read, because it's cathartic to write about how deeply I relate to Jason.
But anyway, to return to the topic of seeking out bad takes on Jason: be forewarned that that stuff can be crazy-making. I don't think most Jason haters understand why people are drawn to him, and some of them aren't just criticizing the character but also saying some awful things about his fans. Like they look for the worst potential motivation one can have, and assume it applies to all Jason fans. Some of them seem to think we all just have cognitive dissonance because we find Jason sexually attractive, and haven't considered that a lot of people see him as a representation of themselves as victims of abuse/violence.
So yeah, just... be cautious seeking that stuff out, and be well regardless 💕
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onthewaytosomewhere · 2 months
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Sunday Sentences
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Ok, so stealing the first open tag I saw today was easy due to insomnia keeping me up.
@kiwiana-writes who was up and doing this when I was attempting once again to drag myself to sleep (so excited for the Anastasia AU they're working on)
so anyway this is related to what i thought i'd be working on, my college au, but just from Alex's perspective not Henry's - because apparently my brain thinks we need that now too 🤷‍♀️
If I counted correctly for once I actually stayed to 6 or 7 sentences this time lol
Alex is sitting across from Henry in a shitty-looking diner near campus. It’s not the one they had gone to with everyone else, but it’s got better food and is quieter usually, and he chose it for those reasons. The devastated look on Henry’s face when he found out they only had iced tea almost had him offering to go somewhere else, but Henry had ordered a coffee before he could. So here he is, stirring some sugar into his coffee, since he forgot this one also doesn’t have any cinnamon, and watching Henry pour too much creamer in his coffee and thinking, “What a waste of coffee,” quickly followed by, “I love you.” Henry looks up, eyes wide, and Alex realizes one of those things wasn’t just said in his head; he has a sneaking suspicion which one. He’s been biting his tongue and not saying it for a while now so it was bound to slip out, he just assumed it would be on one of the bar nights when the girls and Pez drag them along. Not in the middle of a diner, where he can’t blame the alcohol or not be heard because it’s too fucking loud to even hear yourself most of the time.
I haven't gotten to this point in the main fic yet, but I am ridic excited to explore this one from both their perspectives
Anyway, no-pressure tags to @adreamareads & @inexplicablymine cuz I want to see whatever you may post if ya do 💕
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synobun · 2 months
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One of them tag games
So I wasn't actually tagged by @cour5t in this, but I was tagged by @rosewinterborn in a very similar game, so I'm stealing the first and pretending it's the second, since the second had a few questions that didn't apply to me x)
Last song: I'm gonna do the last song I've had on repeat for this!
Favorite color: I never know what to say for this. Black? Dark red? Dark purple? Dark green? That whole colour palette is the bomb dot com.
Last movie/show: The last movie I watched that was new was Nimona! It was fantastic, 10/10 lives up to the hype. The last show I finished was Reacher. It was okay.
Next on my watchlist: I've finally started watching Criminal Minds, but I'm already kind of burning out on it midway through season two. And there's still like 300 episodes left. Ridic. I should probably catch up on Foundation and For All Mankind. Next movie is the cartoon version of Mulan!
Last game: Prey! I did a replay of Doom 3 a while ago and mused that the horror story-game genre should be revived, and then on a whim I decided to play Prey without knowing anything about it. And it's the exact kind of game I was talking about. It's pretty good.
Last book: Rebirth of the Sigil by Peri Akman. It was disappointing. :/ Especially since I know what the author is otherwise capable of. I had the same thing happen with John Gwynne recently as well.
Sweet/savory/spicy: Savory, I think? I don't have an instinctive sense of what savory is. Google says it's a meaty taste, and I rely heavily on protein, so I guess that. I have a pretty low tolerance for sweetness despite liking sodas and such. I don't like most desserts or can only eat a tiny amount. Spicy is alright but my digestive system disagrees.
Relationship status: *vague gesturing*
Last thing I searched online: The hours for my pharmacy to see if it was too late to pick up my medication.
Current obsession: I am generally not an obsessive person when it comes to, like, interests and activities. But I am an obsessive person when it comes to thoughts and emotions. Lately I've been struggling a lot with thinking about eternity. It has not been fun. On a lighter note, I have also been thinking more regularly about writing. Perhaps someday that will translate into action!
Greatest flaw: How much time do you have? This is actually something I have difficulty answering, because the line between something forced upon me and something that is actually inherent to me is blurred a lot of the time.
I think I'd say how I behave when I'm spiraling mentally. I close off and disappear from almost everyone in my life. Occasionally I can keep up appearances with one group but not the rest, but by and large I become a ghost. When I am in a conversation during those cycles, it's crazy how badly I'm affected. I don't become cruel or mean toward others, but my speech becomes jilted, I can't make eye contact, and I am just devastatingly hateful against myself.
It's partly why I isolate, so that I don't have to expose others to that behaviour. It happens on a yearly basis though, and it can last for weeks at a time, so it has a pretty negative impact on my relationships. I also have no idea how to navigate being in one of those moods while part of a relationship where daily contact is an expectation. When I was part of a romantic relationship, instead of having one big prolonged dip, I would fade in and out of it. A couple weeks good, a couple days bad. Rinse and repeat. Awful. Terrible. Annoying. There's almost no predicting when it'll happen either.
Fic I’m currently reading: I rarely read fics because I have no patience for wading through wish fulfillment, horny writing, and "He would not fucking say that" fics, so there's only one that I vaguely keep up with. My friend has a Mass Effect fic, which can be found here. It focuses on femShep(/Kaidan) and Tali(/Garrus) and is post-ME3.
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I tag anyone who sees this and actually made it to the end, tbh. But for sake of poking, I tag @rosewinterborn with this variant, and also @deadlyessencewhispers, @tananaphone, @stupid-elf, @carrotblr, @atinydroid, @imtryingx, and, uh, uh... I don't know... let's see... @kkshowtunes, @d3viantvanguard, and @awritingcaitlin. I probably just tagged everyone who follows me. Anyway thanks bye
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silcoitus · 3 months
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You might be tired of me.. (if u saw the other requests..)
BUT do u have a oc? Like maybe u can perhaps doodle what arcane oc u might have? Or maybe even for ur first, if ya want
LOVE YA
-Lj
Haha i'm not tired of you! Thank you for all the wonderful messages! But it will be a while till I get to your (3) requests. But I like all of them, so I'll likely do them all (in time)!
So technically I guess all my longfic reader characters are OC's, though some are a lot more fleshed out than others. (For instance, Swapped reader doesn't even have a name.) I've commissioned art from some wonderful artists, so why not share them! Especially because one of these I never posted, so this is the perfect opportunity to!
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Coi's OCs!
(only main characters, I have so many OC side characters, it's ridic)
Quinn
Reader character from The Mad Scientist's Assistant
33 years old
5’4”
Hair color: Green
Eye color: Brown
Stubborn, easily tongue-tied, fiercely independent, protective of kids/teens
Went into science/alchemy
Haunted by memories of late ex-bf Nico
Meets Silco when she becomes Singed’s lab assistant
Enjoys: dissecting animals, listening to old records, eating at Jericho’s
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Above art by @misugii
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Above art by @silcosentropy
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Quinn
Reader character from Tailor-Made
An AU of TMSA Quinn where she inherits her late mother's tailor-shop rather than going into science. Like TMSA Quinn, she's: 33 years old, 5’4” with green hair and brown eyes. But unlike TMSA Quinn, she:
Has a 10yo son, Griff
Divorced from ex-husband Nico (who left when Griff was born)
Meets Silco when he comes in for repairs and to get new clothes for Jinx
Enjoys: sewing, playing with Griff, hanging out with her best friend Faye in her bakery
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Above is me doing a very rough costest of Tailor-Made Quinn sans green wig/contacts, gold trim on her apron.
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Above concept art by @stepsonsilco
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Andi
Reader character from Songbird
Singer-songwriter
Works odd jobs in Zaun to get by
Has an ex-gf who cheated on her (naturally, she wrote a song about it)
Meets Silco while she's busking in the Lanes, about a week or so after Vander's betrayal
Enjoys: Playing her guitar, writing songs, and daydreaming about seeing the rest of Runeterra
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Above art by @silcosentropy
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Cowgirl Reader
Reader character from Barton Hollow
I never could come up with a good name for her! It's rather unfortunate because she's such a fun character.
May or may not have killed her late husband (who was also a drunk and a cheat) in self-defense
Inherits her late husband's shop that she begrudgingly runs in the small town of Barton Hollow
Stubborn, loud-mouthed, and not afraid to look Death directly in the eyes
Meets Silco when she goes to the bank for a loan and ends up as Silco's hostage during his (successful) robbery attempt
Enjoys: playing card games
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Above art by @deny-the-issue
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Okay writing all those out, it's very obvious that I have a tendency of giving my reader character's terrible exes lololol oop. Hey, at least they all end up with Silco in the end.
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