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bruh-changbin · 5 months
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think pink
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pairing: pink power ranger!hyunjin x afab reader
genre: smut, stupidity (minors dni)
warnings: oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), public sex kinda?, unprotected sex (be safe), creampie, tit sucking, alcohol consumption, very brief mention of female masturbation
word count: 8.2K
a/n: IM AT A CONCERT DRESSED AS SLUTTY LIGHTNING MCQUEEN RN WOOHOOOOOOO (this is a queued post). happy horny halloween mofos! very glad to be posting this fc bc i was supposed to post it last year and then just gave up LMAO so she's been a long time comin. pls give her some love i would really appreciate it!!! hope you all have/had a super safe sexy halloween!
october is overrated.
i mean sure, there is something undeniably cozy and heart-warming about crunchy leaves and pumpkin patches and all of the other shit that comes in the ‘fall aesthetic’ package. but the truth is that october is too windy, halloween is overhyped, and pumpkin spice tastes like ass.
and who wants to go to a halloween party where you can’t dress like a slut because of the wind chill? no one.
“you’re too negative.” jeongin sips his starbucks while keeping his eyes trained on the road, his left hand gripping the steering wheel of his beat up silver volkswagen jetta that he calls his baby, his pride and joy.
“i’m just telling it like it is,” you shift in the passenger seat to face him, “there is no need for so much hype around a mediocre holiday. what’s there to enjoy about getting violently drunk and stuffing your face with so much candy you feel sick?”
“listen y/n, i don’t know what your problem is but halloween is fun.” he appears to stop there, but then keeps going, “and i will not have your sour attitude ruin my favourite holiday.”
you just scoff and gaze out the window at all of the trees now bursting with shades of red, orange, yellow. 
as if sensing something was off from your previous conversation, jeongin breaks the silence “you’re still coming to jackson’s party though, right? i don’t wanna go alone…”
“you won’t be alone,” you counter, “seungmin will be there.”
jeongin groans, “but seungmin’s so boring at parties. all he does is complain about how bad alcohol tastes and try to talk to people about books and films. i don’t trust a bitch that says films instead of movies! they always think they’re better than everyone.”
“that’s not true, seungmin’s fun at parties!” albeit you do admit you’ve only been to one party with seungmin where he went buck wild and were later told that that is very uncharacteristic of him. 
jeongin’s expression turns sour, and you start to take pity on him.
“innie, i promised you i’d go to this party. when have i ever broken a promise? i’ll be there, alright?”
with that his face softens, and he goes back to his regular chatty self. 
“knowing jackson it’s gonna be even bigger and better than last year. and you know y/n, i’m pretty sure hyunjin’s going as well.”
your heart drops to your stomach at the mention of his name.
you try to act as nonchalant as possible, “why would i care if hyunjin’s there or not?”
“because you’re in love with him.”
“i am not in love with him.”
jeongin scoffs, “please, i see those googly eyes you make every time you see him - scratch that, everytime his name is mentioned. and you sucked his dick.”
“oh so the second you put a guys dick in your mouth you instantaneously fall in love with him?”
“okay fine! maybe you don’t love him but there’s something there, no denying it,” he pauses, and then adds, “and i for one think it’s something worth pursuing.”
leaning your face against the passenger side window, you sigh contemplatively, “that ship has sailed, my friend. at this point hyunjin probably doesn’t want anything to do with me.”
“i don’t know y/n, he still seems a little…. hung up on you,” jeongin attempts to reason with you, “why don’t you try talking to him?”
“what the fuck would i even say to him? hey hyunjin, everytime i think of you i get really really wet. could you please bend me over the nearest hard surface and fuck me so hard i can’t walk for a week???!!!!”
“so vulgar and for what.”
you roll your eyes, “shut up jeongin. if you want me to get with him so badly, maybe… i don’t know, help?” 
“no way. you two are adults, you can sort it out yourself.”
“gee, what would i do without you and your incessant outpour of advice jeongin?” you tease, since jeongin is inherently quite awful at offering meaningful advice. 
“i give good advice!!! you just never take it,” your best friend scowls as he drives through campus, pulling into a parking lot located in the midst of all of your school's buildings. 
“sure innie, whatever makes you feel better,” you grab your tote bag off of the floor of the passenger seat and step out of jeongin’s car. as soon as you’re outside a brisk gust of wind engulfs you, the chill making its way through your sweater and making you shudder; you should’ve worn a thicker jacket.
jeongin does the same as you, slamming the driver door shut before grabbing his own stuff from the backseat.
“i’ll see you in a couple hours, kay? text me when your class is done,” he states before heading off towards to library, his broad shoulders protected from the frigid fall weather with a thick wool sweater and a puffy black scarf. the heels of his boots scuff the pavement as he trudges away, pulling out his headphones as he prepares for a couple hours of studying.
you make out in the opposite direction of your friend, heading towards the building where your lecture hall is located. all around you students are dressed in jackets and thick sweaters, scarves donning their necks and leg warmers wrapped around their ankles. the grey sky makes everything appear dull, spare for the bright coloured leaves that have been blown off the trees and crunch under the weight of your boots when you step on them. 
soon you make it to your lecture hall, revelling in the warmth of being inside as you slowly close the doors behind you and making your way over to your (un)official seat. ever since the amount of people attending lecture every week started to decrease, you staked your claim on a seat in your favourite section of the room and refuse to sit elsewhere.
after a couple minutes of waiting your prof begins class, delving into lecture without a hitch as you attempt to scribble down notes. however, just as you’re about to get into the meat of today's class, your focus is broken when a late-comer yanks open the doors to the room with full force.
in walks hwang hyunjin, and a small part of you dies inside. 
as the metal door swings shut behind him with a dramatic bang! you lock eyes with him just for a second before his gaze is averted to your professor who he gives a small, apologetic smile to. 
in your head you’re screaming don’t you fucking dare hwang hyunjin as he walks closer and closer and closer to where you’re sitting in the sparsely populated lecture hall. you roll your eyes so hard your head hurts when hyunjin chooses the seat almost directly in front of you (just a little off to the side so it looks like it was a total accident - fuck you hwang).
of course you knew that hyunjin was in this class as well, but he’s usually on time and usually sits far away from you, at the back of the lecture hall. today he just feels like being an asshole, i guess. 
hyunjin’s weird. he’s weird because he had the hots for you during the sweltering summer months, when jeongin rented a beachside airbnb for a week and invited all of his close friends - including you and hyunjin. he’s weird because he always applied sunscreen on your back and helped you cut up watermelon and sat beside you during bonfires. he’s weird because when everyone else left to go to the pier he encouraged you to stay back and yanked on your hair while you sucked his dick, bit your bottom lip with his front teeth, and fucked you so hard you saw stars. 
he’s weird because he now pretends that the two of you have no history and fucks with you on purpose by shooting you flirty looks when he sees you at get togethers or on campus but does nothing more than that. he knows that you think about him, but does he think about you too?
staring at the back of his ebony-haired head, you can’t shake the image of hyunjin on top of you, his puffy bottom lip pulled between his teeth as he fucked you into his mattress, out of your head. the needy whines and groans he emitted when his cock was down your throat are ringing in your ears; you cross your legs under your desk in a pathetic attempt to ease the ache you feel in your cunt that you hate yourself for. come on brain, we cannot be horny during lecture! focus!!!
the next few hours drag on and on and on as you force yourself to keep your vision trained on either your notebook or your prof, resisting the urge to allow yourself to gaze upon the man who occupies your thoughts almost 24/7 (which is so not feminist of you btw). 
ergo, when your prof finishes lecture 20 minutes early, you heave a sigh of relief. great, now you can gtfo and go finger yourself in the bathroom before getting jeongin to drive you home. but of course, a certain someone decides to ruin your plans by turning around and leaning against your desk, his dark chocolate eyes staring down at you mischievously. 
“are you coming to jackson’s party?”
is he talking to you? 
“are you talking to me?”
hyunjin looks around while the few other students surrounding the two of you scramble to pack their bags, “i mean, who else would i be talking to.”
“i don’t know,” you shrug, “anyone but me i guess.”
god this is so awkward. gag me with a spoon.
“you didn’t answer my question.”
“hmm?” you pretend to busy yourself with the task of shoving your pencil case into your near empty school bag.
“jackson’s party? you coming? jeongin said you were.”
of course he fucking did. because jeongin just loves stirring the pot.
“oh, uh yeah. i’ll be there.”
“what are you going to dress up as?” hyunjin clearly does not see how much you want to end this conversation - or maybe he does, and he just likes seeing you squirm. bitch.
“i don’t know yet.”
“the party’s tomorrow… and you still don’t know what you’re gonna be?”
“nope.”
“oh.”
hyunjin’s lips curl into a subtle smirk and you know he’s just dying for you to ask him the same thing, so you do.
“what are you dressing up as, hwang?”
his tongue pokes the inside of his cheek as he swings his backpack over one shoulder, “i guess you’ll just have to find out.”
and with that, he leaves you alone in the lecture hall with your professor, your half-packed bag, and your soaked panties.
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back in jeongin’s jetta as he gives you a ride home, you complain about hyunjin.
“he’s fucking with me on purpose, i just know it. god! he’s such a…. just like a little…. WEASEL! he’s a fucking weasel.”
“come on y/n, he’s not that bad,” jeongin sticks up for hyunjin, who is also his friend, mind you.
all you do is wave him off, “you don’t know how it feels to be played by a man that beautiful, innie.” 
jeongin throws in the towel, and the two of you drive along the paved roads of your town in silence. as you continue to move along you soon find 
“that forest still gives me the creeps.”
”come on, you seriously still don’t believe in all of that ‘lost john’ bullshit, do you?”
lost john’s forest is somewhat of a fable in your town; folklore, if you will. for ages people have been passing around this story about how a tourist named john who was exploring the town wandered into that forest one day to never be seen again. there are some variations, of course. some people say that they’ve seen john out and about, or that john was actually a cult leader and if you go into the woods you’re bound to get sacrificed. no one knows if john actually ever existed, or if the story is just all horseshit used as a cautionary tale to keep kids out of the forest at night.
doesn’t make it any less creepy though.
you huff as you stare at the endless sea of trees you’re driving past, “it’s not that i actually believe in it, it’s just that those stories come from somewhere, you know?”
jeongin doesn’t seem to understand the point you’re trying to get across, “...so?”
“so there’s gotta be at least some truth to them, right? or else where did they come from?”
“i don’t know y/n, i think it’s all made up to scare kids.” 
the two of you sit in silence for a moment as you pass the last stretch of lost john’s forest before being surrounded by houses, apartment complexes and coffee shops once again. 
“hey, do you know what costume hyunjin’s wearing to the party?” 
as soon as the question passes your lips you regret it, and your regret increases tenfold when a devilish smirk makes its way onto jeongins face.
“oh! i thought you’d gotten over hyunjin, but here you are asking what he’s dressing up as for halloween. interesting!” 
“oh my god jeongin shut the fuck up!! it’s not like that, he was just being a twat when i asked him about it in lecture today,” you huff in annoyance over your friends antics. and for the record you’ve never said that you were over hyunjin, just that you aren’t in love with him. 
“sure y/n, whatever you need to tell yourself,” jeongin laughs, clearly thinking that he’s won this little scuffle, “you need to figure out a costume though.”
“ugh i know.” you scratch your head tentatively, “what are you going as?”
“a banana”
you can’t help the chuckle that escapes your lips. is he for real?
“what’s so funny?” jeongin questions, his brow quirked. 
“really? a fucking banana?”
“what’s wrong with that?”
“it’s a dumb costume, that’s what’s wrong.”
“it’s not dumb y/n, you just have no taste.”
“oh i have plenty of taste - that’s how i can tell your costume is bad.”
“it’s not bad it’s just- why are you being such a bitch right now?”
“did you just call me a bitch??!”
“yes i did because you’re being one!!”
“okay well SORRY for telling you that your costume is STUPID!!!”
“oh yeah? well in that case good luck finding a way to jackson’s party because I’M NOT TAKING YOU ANYMORE!!!”
“FINE!”
“FINE!!”
“FUCK YOU JEONGIN!!”
“FUCK YOU Y/N!!!!!”
in a fit of blind rage you grab your bag and shove you way out of jeongin’s car, a gust of wind ruffling your clothes as he speeds off as soon as you slam the door behind you. he is totally in the wrong here. you were just being a good friend, looking out for him by telling him that he’s setting himself up to look like a total idiot.
a squeal sounds behind you as jeongin floors it away from your house, the smell of burning rubber lingering around where his car was moments ago. what an aquarius you think to yourself as you head into your house, tossing your bag to the floor with a thump as soon as you’re inside. whatever, fuck jeongin! you’ll show him that you can have fun without him.
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“okay, what about this one?”
seungmin is in your bedroom for the first time ever. 
which is weird, since the two of you have been friends for some time now. but hey, he’s here now eating chocolate covered pretzels while perched on the corner of your bed helping you pick out a costume for jackson’s halloween party.
“it’s cute.”
“... just cute? anything else?”
“i don’t know, you look… nice?”
you heave a sigh of frustration, “you know seungmin you really suck at this.”
he raises his hands in defence, “sorry! i’ve never done this before, you’re my only female friend.”
“yea yea whatever,” you command him to stop speaking with a wave of your hand, eyes flitting back and forth between the two costume options you’ve spread out on your floor and the one currently donning your body.
“so the final contenders are olive from easy a, slutty michael myers, and…” you look down at your legs, which are clad in the same black latex stockings you wore for halloween last year, “a sexy nun.”
seungmin shakes his head, “don’t do the last one, that’s blasphemous.”
“okay… sexy nun is out. i’m thinking easy a, you?”
seungmin ponders for a moment, his eyes squinted as he gazes at both the easy a and slutty mike myers costumes splayed across your carpeted floor. 
“i second that, your boobs will look killer in a corset,” he eventually attests before shoving a couple more chocolate covered pretzels in his mouth. 
you playfully smack his shoulder, “see min! you are good at choosing outfits.”
he just smirks in response before dusting the pretzel crumbs on his fingers off on his pants. with your arms full of discarded garments you head over to your closet, putting the clothing items of the unchosen costumes back in their place.
“hey can i ask you a question?” seungmin quips from your bed, where he’s now made himself comfortable by lying down and scrolling through twitter. 
“shoot,” you say while hanging up your navy blue jumpsuit.
seungmin pauses his scrolling to ask, “how come you didn’t ask jeongin to help you with this? i mean, not that i don’t like helping you or anything, but you guys are like always together.”
ugh. jeongin. just hearing his name makes you 
“we got into an argument,” you explain, opting to foresee the fact that said argument was over a fucking halloween costume, “he’s being petty, and i don’t want anything to do with him at the moment. and he keeps getting ”
seungmins brows raise momentarily before he responds, “it seems to me that both of you are being petty. also what happened with hyunjin?”
shit. you totally forgot seungmin isn’t caught up on everything that’s gone down. it’s his fault in all honesty, always opting to stay home instead of hanging out. 
“uhhh it’s nothing,” you decide now isn’t the best time to get into everything, “but hey, you’re supposed to be on my side here!”
“i am!!! but why don’t we forget about your drama and watch….. coraline. capisce?”
coraline does sound nice, so you tug on your pyjama pants and join seungmin on your bed to indulge in a fitting movie. 
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today is halloween.
today is halloween and you’re dreading it.
seungmin slept over last night and the two of you have been lounging around all day in preparation for tonight, which you are not looking forward to, what with both hyunjin and jeongin being there.
neither you nor jeongin have reached out to the other, both too stupid to be the first one to text the other and apologise. whatever, he’s the one who was up your ass about coming to this party, you’re gonna prove that you don’t have to follow him around like a lost dog at every function.
when it comes time to get ready you blast deftones and the twilight soundtrack (much to seungmins dismay) while painting your face. when it comes time to get into your outfit you recruit seungmin to help, making him stand behind you and yank the ties on your lacy black corset. with each tug you can feel the boning hug your ribs and stomach tighter and tighter before the mere action of breathing is uncomfortable.
it’s just for a couple hours you remind yourself while pulling on your black mini skirt and grabbing a pair of black sunnies from your vanity. the glossy scarlet red ‘a’ that you hand stitched onto the left breast of your corset last night glints in the mirror as you examine yourself, perfectly content with the costume you managed to pull off in less than 24 hours.
“holy shit, how can you breathe in that thing?” seungmin says as he stares at you from the same place on your bed, seemingly taken aback by the resilience of your rib cage.
“it’s for fashion, min! this halloween is all about reprisal, and i wanna look damn good while doing it.”
“okay shakespeare,” he jests before grabbing his costume from where it’s laying on the floor. it takes him a mere minute to throw on his outfit, and you envy him for it.
once you’re finally sure that you’re ready you toss a few tequila shots back in your kitchen as seungmin watches, stating he doesn’t wanna get fucked up tonight (when does he ever) but relents when you ask him to do at least one shot to keep him warm on the walk over to jackson’s.
the bite of the night autumn air has you questioning if you even want to go when you step out onto your porch, the leather jacket you borrowed from seungmin hanging from your shivering shoulders. no, you can’t back down now. with a skip in your step you all but drag seungmin off of your porch, those tequila shots slowly but surely making their way through your system.
by now many of the trick or treaters that lined the streets earlier in the evening have retired to bed, leaving the rest of the holiday to be celebrated by the mature population. so, the roads are mainly empty as you walk down them, the pavement damp and shiny.
when you arrive at jackson’s place you take pity on his neighbours, for the music is so loud it seems as if it might trigger a small earthquake. a few scattered groups of people are on the lawn but most are inside, and you can see the party raging through the front windows. seungmin doesn’t say anything, just shoots you a knowing look before the two of you make your way inside.
immediately upon entering you’re almost ploughed over by a guy in one of those blow up t-rex costumes, who barely spares a look at you before running away and continuing to wreak havoc.
“i don’t think I’m drunk enough for this min, we should just go,” you turn to leave but to your surprise are stopped by seungmin.
“come on y/n, we’re already here. let’s just stay for a bit, ok?” he reasons, and you relent with a dramatic sigh.
out of the corner of your eye you catch of glimpse of someone waving to you; actually, waving to seungmin, motioning him to head over there. you see 3 guys, one in a red power ranger suit, another in a green and yet another in a pink. the puzzle in your brain slowly pieces together as you glance down at seungmins blue power ranger suit.
don’t tell me….
the 3 guys pull off their masks at the same time, and you’re met with the grinning faces of jeongin (red), hyunjin (pink), and their friend jisung (green). and just to add more salt on the wound, a boy name felix whom you’ve meet a handful of times shows up with his friends dressed in a yellow ranger suit. stupid! you should’ve know seungmin was a part of a group costume, who would dress up as a solo power ranger?
“why didn’t you tell me that you were doing a stupid group costume with jeongin and hyunjin!” you sock seungmin in the shoulder.
“i didn’t think it mattered!” he whines while rubbing the spot where you punched him.
“well it does, because now we have to spend the whole night with them,” you whine, although what you said isn’t necessarily true. you’re just salty because seungmin is supposed to be on your side in this whole debacle, and because jeongin decided to change his costume after your quarrel in his car the other day.
much to your dismay, seungmin wraps his bony fingers around your wrist and drags you towards the group of his friends, towards your doom. as soon and jeongin realizes you’re headed this way he departs, running up the stairs like the coward he is.
“seungmin! you made it!” jisung exclaims, clearly already a couple drinks in and clearly unable to sense the tension between you and everyone else.
“haha, yep!” seungmin answers sheepishly as you wrench your wrist free from his grasp. traitor!
you sulk as you listen to felix, seungmin and jisung talk about god knows what, probably video games or baseball or something stupid. it doesn’t help that you can overhear parts of hyunjins conversation with the girl that felix brought. thankfully, you’re blessed with the gift of being able to tune everything out if you so chose, so you stand there in silence and dream about going home.
it isn’t long until you can sense a looming presence beside you, and you snap out of your stupor to see hyunjin standing only a few feet away from you. the way his eyes scan the expanse of your body doesn’t go unnoticed by you.
“so,” he starts, arms widespread in a clear gesture to his costume, “what do you think?”
“geez, and people say girls dress like sluts. you know i can see your whole dick print, right?” you taunt,
“nothing you haven’t seen before,” he sneers while his eyes scan the length of your body, hyper focusing on the red ‘a’ sewn into your corset, “what…. what are you?”
how uncultured!
“olive from easy a. you know, emma stone’s character?” you state matter of factly, arms folded across your chest.
“never seen it.”
“really?” you ask, genuinely shocked since hyunjin seems to love fun cult classics. and because he’s friends with seungmin, who's seen about every movie under the sun.
“really,” he reaches over and picks up his drink from where he left it on the counter, “off topic, but a couple people about to play truth or dare in one of the bedrooms upstairs, you should come. or don’t, i don’t care.”
and with that the boy dressed as the pink ranger turns on his heel and walks away, patting whoever was dressed in the yellow ranger costume on the back as a signal to hit the road.
truth or dare? for real? didn’t realise this was a high school party.
you make your way over to seungmin, who’s busy playing with the pop tab attached to the lid of his mikes hard lemonade. it’s clear he doesn’t really plan on talking to anyone else all night, and is only here because you dragged him and he had a duty to fulfil as a result of being part of a group costume.
“they’re about to play truth or dare upstairs min, can you believe that?” you scoff, feeling your cheeks warm up as a result of the alcohol you’ve consumed.
seungmin makes a noise of agreeance, his lip quirking upwards as he responds, “for real? that game is just so…. childish.”
both of you nod before looking at the floor, you drawing small circles with your feet and seungmin playing with his pop tab again.
“but it is kinda fun, you know?” seungmin speaks up first.
“no you’re right,” silence again, and then you add, “should we go join?”
all seungmin does is nod and pass you your drink before the two of you make your way upstairs, opening to the door to a bathroom and accidentally interrupting some kind of fuck session before finding the correct bedroom and slinking inside.
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a messy circle of people meets you when you enter, with everyone sitting on the floor or bed or chairs that were definitely stolen from the dining room. there aren't a ton of people, maybe 13 or so, but you seem to know everyone at least to a certain extent.
“nice costume, y/n,” jeongin practically emerges form the shadows to sneer at you, his voice laced with poison.
“thanks jeongin, it is a nice costume. what happened to you going as a banana? did you heed my advice and finally realise it was a stupid idea?”
all he does is scoff at this, choosing not to retort for the sake of looking like the bigger person.
“jeez, you guys are really pissed at each other, huh?” seungmin remarks while grabbing your wrist and dragging you away from jeongin in case you were about to reach up and slap him.
you don’t respond, but the sour look on your face says it all.
“alright guys, let’s get this started!” hyunjin announces to the room full of people, and all of the individual chatter dies down, “the game is truth or dare, as you all know, but we wanted to make it extra frightening for halloween. jeongin?”
jeongin stalks over to hyunjin, and you’re worried for what he has planned.
“if you do not fulfil your truth or dare, you will face a penalty. that penalty is doing a shot,” he takes a breath, “and showing the entire circle the last nude you sent.”
chaos. everyone erupts in anger at jeongin’s sick idea of a punishment.
“come on jeongin, that is so over the top,” one of the other girls in the room, chaeryeong, shouts above everyone else.
all jeongin does is raise his arms in a shrug, clearly loving playing the villain. ugh, you’re so over him.
“rules are rules you guys! we want to make sure people are following through on their dares! or truths, of course.”
he does have a point there, but still, his rules are a bit excessive.
the room quiets down and a few people decide to get up and leave, opting to not take the risk of exposing themselves if they get stuck with a particularly damning truth or dare.
“great, lets get this show on the road then,” jeongin acts as the ringleader and gets everyone settled, “who wants to go first?”
“me! i wanna go!” jeongins friend felix, the yellow ranger, throws his hand in the air.
“ok felix, truth or dare?”
the rest of the party can be heard as the room falls silent to let felix think, allowing him time to ponder since he was the first to volunteer.
“i’ll go dare,” he finally announces, and a chorus of ooooo’s sound as everyone waits to hear what felix has in store for him.
“i dare you,” jeongin ponders, trying to come up with something juicy and exciting, “to give us your best strip tease!”
everyone shrieks and felix hangs his head in embarrassment before standing up, clearly not backing down from the challenge. someone turns on pony by ginuwine and everyone shrieks even louder as felix starts doing his best strip tease, filled with body rolls and thigh grabbing as he peels the top part of his yellow power ranger costume off, exposing his defined abs and smooth back in the process.
after a couple minutes everyone agrees that he’s done enough and he pulls his costume back one before plopping back down in his seat, his cheeks and ears a bright cherry red. nevertheless, a triumphant smile is plastered on his face as everyone cheers for him having successfully completed the first dare.
the game continues without a hitch; chaeryeong confesses that her first wet dream was about hiccup from how to train your dragon, seungmin has to do a blowjob shot from between felix’s legs (you almost thought he was going to accept the penalty), and you find out that the weirdest place jisung has had sex was in a mcdonald’s bathroom.
suddenly jeongin locks eyes with you and you, knowing that he’s probably had one too many drinks at this point, feel a sense of dread settle in the pit of your stomach.
“y/n! your turn, truth or dare.”
you know that whatever you choose it’s gonna be bad, so you opt to bite the bullet and just go for it.
“uhhhhhh ok, dare.”
in that moment it looks as if jeongin has quite literally embodied the devil himself and you know that you’ve chosen wrong. all you can do is brace yourself for whatever dare he’s about to challenge you to - which you’ll have to fulfill for the sake of not looking like a loser.
“i dare you,” he smiles, “to spend 10 minutes exploring lost john’s forest.”
the room goes silent.
no fucking way. does he want you to die???!!
seungmin comes to your rescue, “come on jeongin, that's a little too intense for a game, don’t you think?”
“a dare is a dare! if y/n doesn’t want to do it she’ll just have to face the penalty instead.”
everyone continues to look around the room tentatively, waiting to see what happens next. most gazes are fixed on you, eyes with with worry and excitement, but some stare at jeongin.
“come on, do you guys seriously still believe in all of those bullshit urban legends? that stuff is just for kids, we’re all adults now!” jeongin speaks up and sips his beer as if to further prove his point.
“regardless of if those rumours are true or not, don’t you think it’s unsafe for y/n to be out in a forest this late at night? you know, alone?” this comes from hyunjin, and you’re surprised he’s sticking up for you.
only after hyunjin’s comment do you see jeongin’s tough guy facade start to waver, but he holds his ground, “y/n’s a big girl, she can speak for herself.”
suddenly everyone’s gaze is on you. dear god, why on earth did you come to this party??
“you know what, fine. fiiiine!!!! i’ll do it,” you declare as you stand up, adjusting your skirt that had shifted in place while you were seated. jeongin’s face deadpans, and that alone is enough to give you the courage
“wait, how will we know if she actually goes to lost john’s forest though? what if she just waits outside and then comes back in 10 minutes later?” jisung quips, and you’re tempted to reach out and slap him across the face. bitch.
“that’s a good point,” jeongin pauses to think, “ok fine, someone should go with her to make sur-”
“i’ll go,” hyunjin volunteers before standing up a little too quickly, which is evident in the way he wobbles slightly before catching his balance.
jeongin’s eyes nearly pop out of his skull at this; it’s clear he wants you to have the worst night ever, meaning being alone in a forest with a guy you have the hots for is strictly off the table “wait no, someone else should go.”
“why? i’m fully capable of escorting y/n to and from lost john’s to make sure nothing bad happens. besides, does anyone else want to volunteer as an escort?” hyunjin retorts before waiting expectantly.
the circle of people sit there, unmoving. after a few seconds seungmin slowly moves to raise his hand but a dirty scowl from hyunjin makes him freeze.
“right then, it’s settled. let’s go y/n” he states while grabbing your wrist and dragging you to the door of the bedroom you’re in.
you look back at jeongin over your shoulder, who clearly isn’t pleased. all you do is shoot him a cheeky half smile before following hyunjin out the room, down the stairs and into the night.
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standing at the edge of lost johns forest, you think you might pass out.
but you neglect to tell hyunjin that.
“you ready?” he asks while shooting you a comforting look, his words have no trace of teasing or mockery.
you look at the vast expanse of trees in front you. it looks as if it stretches on forever and ever, and you gulp as you think of all the possible things that could be inside, waiting for you and hyunjin to enter before striking.
that being said, you’d rather do this with him than do it alone.
“let’s just get this over with. the sooner we’re done here the sooner we’ll get back and I can strangle jeongin.”
hyunjin laughs before offering you his hand, which you take and pray that he doesn’t care about how shaky you are.
making sure to take note of the time on your phone you head into the forest, feeling twigs and leaves snap and crunch under your feet. the exposed skin on your legs stings as a cold gust of wind blows, the trees offering minimal protection.
“you know if you ignore all of the creepy stories about this place, it’s actually quite nice. so quiet…” hyunjin aloud.
“if you’re trying to make me feel better, it’s not working.”
a branch snaps, an owl hoots, you exhale shakily. it’s dark, but the scarcity of leaves still attached to their trees allows for just enough moonlight to seep through the spindly branches. soon enough, the two of you stumble upon a small-ish clearing, opting to stay there as opposed to trekking further and getting lost.
“jesus I hate this, how long has it been?” you ask hyunjin while rubbing your arms in an attempt to wake them up.
“it’s been…. 2 minutes.”
that’s it. this is the worst experience of your life. you are actually going to kill jeongin.
“come on y/n, it’s not that bad in here. at least you have me!” hyunjin tries to comfort you, but you can tell that he’s nervous just like you are.
“please, as if you’d be able to protect me from anything,” you tease, but when hyunjin doesn’t bite back you worry that you’ve struck a nerve, “i am glad you’re here with me, though.”
“i would’ve volunteered to go with anyone, honestly.”
“really?”
“...no.”
a small smile creeps it’s way onto your face at this, and not matter how hard you try you can’t wipe it off.
“sooo you volunteered to go with me because…?”
“because i have…… feelings….” he looks at you, and then looks at the ground, “for you….”
the word that comes to mind upon hearing hyunjins confession is satisfying. satisfying because you’ve known that he’s had feelings for you since the summer, he’s just a shithead. so, you feel satisfied.
“and i know it’s probably unfair for me to say this but i can’t stop thinking about you and i know that this is also the absolute worst place to confess but-“
he doesn’t say anything after that.
he doesn’t say anything because you press your pout against his, breathing in his scent as he kisses you back.
no words need to be exchanged as you briefly pull away before going in for more, hyunjins lips your absolute favourite drug that you crave day and night. a groan escapes hyunjins mouth and he moves to wrap his hand around the back of your neck, his fingers tangling in and tugging on your hair as he pushes you yo against a nearby tree.
with your head tilted to the side you weasel your tongue past his slippery teeth and into his mouth, sliding against his own. both of you parrot each others moans of desire as your hands explore the expanse of hyunjins back and shoulders.
you feel so cold when he pulls away from you, like your only source of heat has been ripped away from you eternally. when you pry your eyes open, not before a dissatisfied huff passes your lips, you see hyunjin descending.
it appears as if he sinks to his knees in slo-mo, eyes never leaving yours as he kisses his way from your knee to the inside of your thigh. with deft fingers he reaches under your skirt and hooks the waistband of your panties around his fingers before dragging them down your legs and tossing them to the side, soon to be forgotten.
“hyunjin,” you breathe, voice already shaky as you anticipate what’s to come (you). he doesn’t say anything, just grabs your right calf and swings your leg over his shoulder, his face now a mere few inches away from your pussy. it feels as if you’re on display for his eyes only, forced to watch as he sucks and nips at your thighs while leaving dark bruises and bite marks in his wake. slowly be surely he inches closer to the place where you want- no, need him most.
when the tip of his wet, pink tongue drags through your cunt your breath catches in your throat. he continues to offer only feeble kitten licks, and soon enough it has you craving more and more, his actions not enough to fulfil the growing desire you can feel boiling inside of you.
with outstretched fingers you reach out and grip a fistful of his raven hair, pulling on it and all but shoving his face impossibly closer to your wet, hot pussy. the tip of his nose nudges your clit, and the one leg that you’re balanced on almost buckles.
“you taste so good, honey,” hyunjin confesses while lazily dragging his fat tongue through your pussy, “sweet like candy.”
“ ‘s just for you, hyun,” your heads rolls back between your shoulders, resting on the tree behind you. for the moment you elect to forget where you are, focusing on the cute boy between your legs instead of the darkness of the surrounding forest that threatens to swallow you whole.
hyunjin cycles between sucking at your clit and teasing your hole with his tongue, a combo which, although has you seeing stars, is not enough to bring you to release.
“more, jinnie,” you plea, the pet name rumbling past your lips before you can catch yourself.
“you need more, baby?” hyunjin coos while gazing up at you, his eyes foggy and plump lips swollen and glossy. the hand of his that’s been laying dormant on your thigh moves to cup your pussy, groping you before he slides his index and middle fingers through your folds.
in one deft movement he slips his digits inside of you, his tongue poking and flicking your clit at the same time. your needy whines grow louder and echo around you, the goosebumps on your skin now from arousal and not from the cold.
hyunjin continues to finger you at a relaxed pace, his mouth traversing between stimulating your aching clit and nipping at the sensitive skin of your upper thigh. his eyes never leave yours however, and you feel as if you might slip and fall into his gaze, unable to escape.
“one more?” god you sound pathetic, but you don’t care at this point, “please?”
wordlessly, hyunjin slips his ring finger into your cunt. the stretch is subtle but has you yearning for your sweet release. the grip you have on his hair tightens, and you rock your hips against his face to help bring yourself closer and closer to your orgasm. the moans that leave his mouth in response to you tugging on the roots of his hair vibrate through your core, leaving you a stuttering, whiny mess above him.
“jinnie, I think i’m gonna-“ a desperate moan escapes you when hyunjin wraps his lips around your sensitive bud once more, sucking in tandem with the thrusts of his fingers.
over the volume of your own moans and the howl of the wind you can hear the squelching of your wet pussy as hyunjin finger bangs you until you cum all over his hand, his palm and chin sticky with your juices.
your heart drums in your chest as you slowly come back to earth, the warm body between your legs now gone and standing in front of you.
hyunjin looks as if he wants to eat you, swallow you whole, with hair a mess and cheeks splotchy and pink. through his costume you can see he’s hard, his cock begging to be released from the fabric prison it’s confined to.
he kisses you again and you can taste yourself on his tongue, fighting off any embarrassment you feel with the justification that getting your pussy devoured by him felt so fucking good.
your tongue slots against hyunjins inside of his mouth, and you feel him move to push his pants and briefs down to allow his cock to spring free. his sticky warmth mouth is pulled from yours and you watch as he pumps his dick several times to get himself fully hard.
his cock is long and veiny with a slight curve that has you practically drooling all over his feet. of course you’ve seen it before, but it’s been so long and you’ve thought about it so much.
his tip is a dark shade of pink as he moves to drag it through your cunt, allowing it to kiss your still sensitive clit which sends a jolt through your body. not wanting to waste any time, hyunjin wraps the same leg that was sling over his should a few moments ago around his waist. with one hand grubbing your thigh and the other gripping the base of his cock, he slowly sinks into you, allow you to feel every inch of his aching shaft.
“oh god, hyunjin,” you cry, feeling so full after months and months of feeling so empty. hyunjin breathes through his nostrils, attempting to control himself as he bottoms out in your tight hot pussy.
the bark of the tree that you’re pinned up against scratches and digs at the skin of your shoulders and upper back but you’re too drunk on hyunjin to care. all you care about is his cock that’s fucking into you, his tongue that’s tracing your jawline, his curious hand that reaches into your corset and pulls out your breasts.
his mouth makes its way from your neck down to your chest, where he deftly takes your left nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it before giving the same treatment to the other.
your legs cramp as you spread them apart as far as possible given your current position, doing your best to accommodate hyunjins dancer hips. his hips that move so fluidly against you, rolling upwards and grinding against your cunt with each thrust.
every time hyunjins tongue rolls across your tit you can feel it in your core contributing to the small fire that’s growing with every move he makes. one of your hands finds purchase in his hair again and the other finding stability by gripping his shoulder,
“jinnie, hngh-“ you stutter and whine embarrassingly, thankful for the fact that there’s no one around to hear how desperate you are. hyunjins pace picks up and he pumps his cock into you faster, harder, deeper. your limbs turn to jelly as he fucks you with no restraint.
“fuck y/n, I’m so close,” is all he can pant after pulling himself off of your tits, the hair at the base of his neck damp with sweat despite how cold it is outside. the walls of your pussy flutter around his cock as you’re on the brink of your orgasm, waiting to feel your release wash over you.
it only takes a few more thrusts to send you spiralling, creaming all over hyunjins cock as he finishes inside of you. his cum feels hot and heavy inside of you and it warms you to the core on this cold fall night.
the heat you feel in your cunt slowly begins to wane, and you whimper when hyunjin pulls his now soft cock from your hole that’s dripping with his cum; some of it sticks to your thighs.
with a chaste kiss to your lips hyunjin pulls away, fixing himself up before helping you adjust your corset and reaching down to grab your phone that had fallen to the forest floor.
the blue screen almost blinds you when you turn it on, and you’re met with several missed texts from jeongin.
[12:55] jeongin: okay y/n it’s been like 15 minutes you guys can come back now
[1:03] jeongin: seriously y/n it’s been a while, people are starting to worry
[1:04] jeongin: not me of course, but other peopl
[1:16] jeongin: ok y/n this isn’t funny anymore, i get that you’re pissed at me but seriously you guys need to come back
[1:19] jeongin: unless…. the lost john legends are true
[1:19] jeongin: oh god
“this shithead,” you mutter, opting to leave him on read for now
you glance at hyunjin, who’s standing there awkwardly, looking at the moon through the branches of the trees.
“do you wanna come back to my place? i don’t really feel like going back to the party,” he says in a way that seems like he’s bracing himself for you to say no, “we can watch easy a? you know, since i’ve never seen it.”
you stretch out your hand, encouraging him to take it.
“yea, I’d like that,” you say before the two of you make your way out of the forest before strolling down the street under the yellow glow of the moon
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a/n: apologies if the smut seems rushed I wrote it on a bus lol
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just-an-assbutt · 3 months
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just follow up on your last post about charles and max, i've always found the narrative weird (and I think it's because oftentimes people who write max only see him on race weekends). in reality, max has even been described as quite shy off track but once he's comfortable, like in videos with daniel or the redbull crew, you can see he literally loves pleasing people and being funny. like the way he waits for every joke to land and watches people react. even in the cool down room you can always see him waiting for a chance to talk to people and he's always extra happy when they want to discuss stuff. he seems like a major people pleaser to me off the track and someone's who eager to go along with things. again, not claiming this is reality but just based on what we get to see
I totally agree with this! Specially since I was once one of those people. I first started watching only the races and, frankly, the only thing I cared about was just watching them race. But my dad is a huge F1 nerd (and loves to gossip) so he kind of ended up forcing me to learn about them outside of the track to gossip with me and that made me like Max a little more.
I used to dislike Max, because “race Max” is usually an asshole, he talks horrible to GP, complains a lot and is a bit too cocky. And Charles is the contrary, he doesn’t talk back to Xavi (even if he should), spends most of his time trying to solve things instead of complaining and is pretty humble. So I liked Charles more and Max less. Then my dad, a Lewis fan, started sending me memes daily and slowly I started to learn a little about the drivers off the track. I had always been a Vettel fan (still am) and then started to like Lewis a lot. But, of course, most of the things my dad sent me were against Max. It took me some personal effort to go and try to find things about him that weren’t negative. That’s when I started liking him more. Once you look at Max not high on adrenaline, you get to see a totally different person. Like you say Annon, he is shy and likes to ramble a lot to people, he waits eagerly for his jokes to land and closes off when he’s uncomfortable.
Charles is usually a person that makes him feel comfortable enough to ramble his heart out, the usual victim of Maxplaining. And you can see how important is for Max to tell Charles things. He runs from wherever he is to where Charles is just to talk to Charles, and you can always see Charles ready to be there and listen to him for an hour while Max lets it all out. I remember a cool down room this year that it’s a great example of that. Max was closed off, no idea why because his race hasn’t been that bad, Checo was there and even through he tried to make Max open up he couldn’t. I believe that Checo and Max are on great terms, but Max needs a pretty specific environment to be friendly and open with people he’s not too close to. Anyways, Charles walked in and saw that Checo was unsuccessfully trying to make Max talk a little bit and decided to help out. He remembered that Max complained about the wind during the race, so he brought that up. It got Max going instantly, his face and posture changed and he started rambling none stop about the wind and the effect it had on the car, like Charles didn’t know two things about aerodynamics. Checo smiled and stood there, listening to Max talk and he shared a little look with Charles, like he was thanking him. Even Charles knows how much Max loves to tell him things.
(Yes guys, keep sending asks and I’ll keep rambling, I’m like Max, I can never stop talking about F1).
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So since my last post of making writing prompts on certain video games, characters, etc. and I haven't gotten any asks, I'll just go ahead and make one of my own.
This is an idea I had regarding the Miguel O'Hara character from Marvel's Across the Spiderverse [Spicyverse] movie franchise.
{I have never seen any Spider-Man movie at ALL in my life, so I know little to nothing about the whole premise of the world's plotline besides an Uncle Benjamin dying, being bitten by a radioactive spider [shouldn't you be horrifically deformed or dead after being exposed to ANY sort of chemical radioactive agents???] and so on so forth. I am an avid researcher on anything out of the ordinary or historical events/eras, so of course I read into the biographies of the series. So, now knowing about the protagonists and villans (and me being the sympathetically strong and sweet alien 👽 I am inside) I propose this scheme.]
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Gabriella the Chocodoodle Lab Puppy
Apparently, sweet little Gabby is killed in the movie due to Miguel's interference of the Multi-Verse as a punishment for his transgressions, and he is now in charge of becoming the self-proclaimed only Guardian of the Spiderverse.
Well...
I'm giving him some grace here. Instead of him buckled down in over his work in his cave he calls an office, constantly hovering over each and every universe and it's inhabitants, he comes across a lone box sitting in one world [I guess I'll call it Earth 1231] and it was right across from his apartment complex where he is staying at. In this universe, the Miguel variant does not exist, and neither does the mother of Gabriella.
However, Gabriella is still alive but not visible to his observation and not noticed anywhere else but in this part of the city of Nueva York. Suddenly, the box starts eagerly shifting and moving, bumping into the doorway of said apartment complex like it wanted to enter the building. Curiosity gets the better of him, causing Miguel to open up a warp portal to Earth 1231 just to see what was inside the item.
He arrives at the building and walks closer to the box, which seems to be in a colorful pattern of cobalt blue and vintage infra red polka-dots, matching the typical Spider-Man costume theme. There are many holes perforated around the walls. Air holes, mind you. Miguel bends down slowly to the box's level, quickly jumping back when he hears what sounds like a young girl's voice echo inside his head.
"Papí?! It's me Papí?! Gabi!!"
Immediately, he ponders on where this instant pop-up of memories' past is located from, thinking his sanity is starting to decay quicker than he believes it to be, until the voice of Gabi repeats itself again, but gets even louder the closer he gets to the box. Throwing caution to the wind, he removes the lid, only to discover a gorgeous little chocolate Labradoodle puppy that wasn't even six weeks old staring back at him wagging her tail happily.
"Hòla Papí!!! It's me, Gabriella! Can you take me home please??? I'm hungry and it's really cold outside."
Gabriella's loving barks translate into his language inside his head. Now, Miggy Iggy has never been one for pets, especially after his baby girl's passing (it would serve as a painful reminder of his failure on not protecting his loved ones), but for some reason, he felt an intensive surge of parental desire to take Little Gabby home into his universe. Consequences be damned.
My version of the Multi-Verse would be him getting re-gifted a second chance at having his family again, without any future foreboding consequences or negative effects on the Multi-Verse's entirety. Gabriella was reincarnated as a puppy and aged at the same year she had died the first time of his Earth, where his variant was murdered by a mugging gone wrong, and Gabriella was alive. She only ages as accorded to Miguel's age, but never growing any larger than what she is now.
Starseed Baby rules, I'm sorry.
I'm thinking of making a short story about this later on, but hey, it's my idea.
Here's an image of what I believe Little Gabby should look like located below:
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Let me know what y'all think!
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thatgirl4815 · 8 months
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hey! saw you were wondering/theorizing that San might have recognized Ray at the bar. do you think San could have a crush on Ray? i also feel like there's more going on than we know yet
Hi! Ultimately, I think there are 2 likely possibilities for why Sand reacted the way he did when he saw Ray passed out by the toilet...
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1) Sand sees someone passed out drunk--who he has likely seen around the bar multiple times, considering Ray and co. seem to be frequenters--and is reminded of something from his past. I mentioned in another post that it could have something to do with someone close to him who was an alcoholic. Personally, my bets are on his father given his immediate reaction to Ray’s “Are you my father?” which, while I’m talking, could say something about Ray as well. It seems a bit telling that Ray's drunk reaction to Sand giving him a hard time is to think about how a father (likely his father) would react to him in this state (...or it means nothing and I am once again reading too far into things).
Anyways.
I'm less inclined to believe this first option given that Sand only really reacts to Ray after he looks up. This implies that it could be less about Ray being drunk by the toilet and more about who Ray actually is. (Regarding your theory that Sand has developed a crush on Ray, I don't necessarily think this is the case. I wouldn't completely rule it out, but Sand's expression has a layer of exasperation in it that doesn't quite fit.)
This brings me to theory #2.
2) Sand recognizes Ray from around the bar; he could also be familiar with Ray's wealth. I wonder if this look of recognition/exasperation is because Sand knows the family Ray comes from. Assuming Ray's father plays a big role in why he is the way he is (drinking-wise), would it be a stretch to say that Ray's family's influence has had an impact on Sand as well? Maybe Sand was screwed over somehow as a result of this family. It might not be quite so direct--perhaps Sand was not personally screwed, but he recognizes Ray as someone with privileges that he lacks. His animosity is understandable; Ray is swimming in cash, but what is he using it for? Partying every night and getting way too drunk. Sand understands the division that has been made for us, the audience: Sand is poor, Ray is rich, and that social separation is already a substantial barrier in their relationship. Add Ray's drinking problem into the mix, and there is clearly a lot of conflict to work through.
As I said before, I'm more inclined to think that Sand knows who Ray is--more specifically, he knows Ray's reputation. If anything, this pre-existing negativity towards Ray only serves to illustrate how selfless Sand is. Yes, there is the argument that if Sand didn't help Ray, he would've attempted to drive home by himself and potentially injured others in the process. But I don't think I need to expand on all the ways that Sand treats Ray much better than he probably deserves.
Sorry, this got really long-winded and strayed off topic a bit. I have too many thoughts about where this dynamic might go haha.
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theloganator101 · 9 months
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I literally can’t understand the logic of this recent chapters and I actually just want to get to All Might throwing down AFO. And this is someone that loves Ochako as a character.
Ochako being jealous of Toga’s ability to openly express her feelings? What’s there to be jealous about? For one thing, Toga’s “ability” isn’t healthy and usually winds up with people dying. Also, I know Uraraka has a hard time expressing her feelings about Midoriya. But she’s talking as if she had no option of being able to quietly express her feelings and confide to someone about it. Like Asui doesn’t exist. Or Ashido. Or the rest of the 1-A girls. OR HER PARENTS. Sane people that she can talk about her feelings with. And not just love, but any feelings in general. Why does she need to be envious of a psychopath? It just makes “they are fools for each other” narrative seem even MORE forced.
And honestly, this fight has reminiscents of Midoriya vs Bakugou 2. Toga screams, makes baseless accusations about Uraraka, and trauma dumps on her. All the while also making her a punching bag and apparently a grope toy.
And while she does claim about forgiving Toga of all her crimes, she also goes on about Toga’s “amazing smile”. All the while all the scenes that we see of Toga is her constantly have a creepy ass smile. It makes Uraraka either delusional or a liar.
And of course the shippers are practically drooling at the mouth with lines like, “I’ll give you a lifetime’s worth of my blood” or Uraraka calling Toga “the cutest”. Cringy Twilight lines like that.
I just want this to end so I can see Uraraka back with Midoriya and the rest of her classmates. I’m so done with this shit.
Wow, you just brought up something in the "romantic" subplot that literally makes it fall apart.
And that is why couldn't Ochako confide in someone about her feelings for Izuku?
There were literally MULTIPLE choices! Her parents, the other 1-A girls, Midnight when she was alive, FUCKING RECOVERY GIRL!! Yet she chooses a psychopathic blood thirsty bitch who bitches and moan about the possibility of *gasp* facing the consequences of her actions!
And another thing that ties in with Izuku being given nothing but shit throughout the story! Why is it only HIS love interest that has to push aside her feelings and not mention them? It's not like any other hero or someone in their class that does this, why just Ochako?
I've seen @doodlegirl1998 mention a few times that this could've been used effectively if Ochako hiding her feelings away was the result of Aizawa's bad teaching where nothing but heroics matter and that anything else outside of that is illogical and unnecessary... but we don't get that because Aizawa has as much as plot armor as Bakugou when it comes to others not calling him out or his actions being seen in a negative light.
I'm just about over this as much as you khonaker, I'm over and upset that Ochako's plot has basically twisted to be this stupid love triangle plot and chooses to pander to this twisted brat instead of getting it through her that even though her life sucked, it's not an excuse to be a horrible person that murders people.
Also small note before I end this post! The image of Toga asking Ochako if she's cute with her smile... that could've used a redraw instead of using that creepy smile, like that's not charming or cute... that just looks like a sleep paralysis demon I'm gonna see someday.
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Les Misérables - 1.1.2: Monsieur Myriel Devient Monseigneur Bienvenu
Day two of posting about Les Mis Letters 2024, and today I have actual Thoughts!
My overall impression is that I'm enjoying the original French a lot better. I'm definitely able to pick up a lot more nuances, and I'm glad I decided to go this route in 2024.
First main thought: Monsieur Bienvenu is very much not the same thing as Monseigneur Bienvenu, and I have some Feelings about the fact that the English translation (at least for Les Mis Letters) does not carry that over.
Of course, those who are more knowledgeable about the ins and outs of this translation and the others are free to jump in, but I wouldn't have thought it would be so hard to just go with Monsignor Bienvenu, or even keep Monseigneur Bienvenu. The title for me makes a very big difference, in terms of the character and what Victor Hugo is trying to do. Especially since, as the chapter title says, Myriel goes from Monsieur to Monseigneur from the will of the people of Digne.
His new title also is part of the theme that we are presented with in the very first chapter, of having to overcome first impressions or being judged in a skewed fashion - either too harshly or too well - by others; I think the English version does the reader and the story a disservice for not keeping that specific word.
My second main thought is that I was able to grasp a lot more nuances this time around, such as the fact that in M. Myriel's budget, there are several items that have to do with prison rehabilitation and improving prison conditions and freeing fathers imprisoned for debt. As I told my friend, who is reading Les Mis in French for the first time with Les Mis Letters (not his first re-read, though), the foreshadowing is not subtle at all. We love to see it :)
I also do like how this budget helps makes Monseigneur Bienvenu's actions regarding Jean Valjean later on much more understandable. He's already for helping ex-convicts already, if only in theory. As we see later, Myriel's lofty thoughts and principles don't always come through to real-life issues, especially when he has a personal bias, but having that mentality of wanting to help out is already very important. It's also very sad, because all the money in the world doesn't help out very much in this case, as we see again and again throughout the book when encountering systemic and societal issues.
Finally, as many others pointed out last year and this year, the fact that Myriel does all of this charitable work at the expense of his sister and his housekeeper, and not even giving them a choice in the matter, is kind of sad.
Not only does this self-sacrificial impulse negatively impact these two, who already don't have much agency in their world, but it's also that he doesn't seem to realize that they may want him to have some things as well. The line "Bon, dit-elle à mademoiselle Baptistine, monseigneur a commencé par les autres, mais il a bien fallu qu’il finît par lui-même" [“Monseigneur began with other people, but he has had to wind up with himself, after all."] really stood out to me.
My friend rightly pointed out that "when self-sacrifice turns into sacrifice of others, you've gone too far," which I think is true in this case and is even more obvious later on. I really wonder where a certain Jean Valjean gets it from... It's a total mystery...
Last parting thoughts: I liked how the relationship between mademoiselle Baptistine and M. Myriel was described in French a lot better than I did in the English version; for whatever reason, it sounded less sketchy and more heartwarming, though I couldn't say exactly why: "Pour cette sainte fille, M. de Digne était tout à la fois son frère et son évêque, son ami selon la nature et son supérieur selon l’église. Elle l’aimait et elle le vénérait tout simplement."
All in all, I'm very glad I was able to listen to this chapter today - I was so engrossed while listening to the story that I totally stood while doing nothing else for more than five minutes just listening to the narrator tell me all about our bestie Monseigneur Bienvenu. 😆
I hope to have more thoughts tomorrow!
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Robbie and Akash angst?? Usually they're so funny!?
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Akash knocks himself out (this is like the third time I've posted an excerpt from this scene)
Yearn Longed (closest synonym) - from The Secret Portal Part One (Robbie POV)
The bell rang for class to start, but I blocked it out. I hated the way people treated Akash. I turned to him. He was updating his planner for the week, but I could tell that he could hear the whispers, too. Hated them, too. As much as they upset me, I honestly couldn’t imagine how they must affect him. It wasn’t all negative. Just Jason, his buddies, and a couple of other racist and/or ableist dicks. Some were sweet to him, but not because he was a cool guy—which he totally is—but because he was different. “Special.” He was a person, like everyone else. I wasn't so pessimistic that I believed everyone was only nice to him because of his disability, but I was realistic enough to know that people just act differently around someone who was, well, different, even subconsciously. Because of this, Akash and I hadn’t made a giant friend group over the years like either of us wanted. Maybe one day. There were plenty of people who liked me—an annoying amount of people, who did the same thing they did to Akash. They had a certain idea of who I was. I supposed a lot of us did that. But a large friend group seemed awesome and was something I longed for. But despite that feeling of isolation, I didn’t care much, since I had Akash. We were both a little lonely, but being lonely together was better than being lonely alone. Wow, that was a bit of a sappy thought, I thought to myself as the bell rang. I feel like that’s something Pooh said. Jesus, I haven’t thought about Pooh in years. I tapped Akash’s desk and whispered, “We need to watch all the Winnie the Pooh movies.” “I’d love to know how your brain got to that topic. Though I agree.” I laughed to myself and turned to face our teacher as class started.
Few - from The Secret Portal Part Two (Maddie POV)
“Alright,” said Wade, holding out a hand. “Can you stand?” I grabbed his hand and he helped me to my feet. I felt a little lightheaded, but nothing really hurt anymore. I gave him a thumbs-up. The crowd that formed very awkwardly began to thin. I heard a few comments asking again if I was okay, despite me saying I was. I kept holding the thumbs up until it was just me, Sam, and Liam. “One more round?” I asked, still holding the thumbs up. “No!” Sam cried, cheeks shiny with tears. “You heard Lexi; I could have killed you!” “You didn’t.” Sam’s face scrunched up before she stalked toward the elevator. I turned to Liam. “I’m fine, though, I swear.” “Yeah, now,” Liam said firmly. His arms crossed over his chest. “Kiddo, you didn’t see yourself. You looked pretty bad. Most of your bones were probably broken based on how much Wade stitched you up. Probably some internal bleeding!” “The blood’s supposed to be inside.” Liam bit his lip like he was trying not to laugh, but he looked angry about it. He sighed, pressing his palms together and resting his forehead against the tips of his fingers. “I did this so I could see where your gaps were in my teaching. You have shifting down very well. Now, you need to assess yourself and how you’re doing. And Sam is right. You’re done for today.” “It’s not even lunch, though.” “Then the morning, but no heavy stuff after this, okay?” I ran my tongue over my braces. “Alright.” “Go take a shower,” Liam said, more gently than he usually spoke.
Tense - from The Secret Portal Part One (Ash POV)
I turned onto my left side to face the rest of the room. Rose was curled up on the floor in the fetal position. Lexi lay on her stomach, her arm dangling off the couch. Noelle was on her side, almost log-like, though her arms stretched out in front of her. Gwen, too, was on her side on the recliner across the room, hugging a pillow tightly to her chest. Their dreams, I could sense. I couldn’t say what they were about, but I could feel how they made them feel. Calm, tense, uncomfortable—I didn’t like it. But I did. Giving up trying to sleep, I sat upward, placing my feet on the floor and feeling the carpet between my toes. I felt the coin-shaped devices shift in my pocket and pulled them out. I stared at them in my palm, the dim light from electronic clocks and the kitchen being the only things allowing me to see. At least with my eyes. My finger brushed the surface of the devices. They were overall smooth, but there were ridges, all in a radial pattern around their center. I felt their power pulse into the pad of my finger, causing my body to shudder. When I’d used them earlier, they allowed me to wake everyone I accidentally knocked out. However, I wasn’t so stupid that I didn’t consider they were what made me sick in the first place. Maybe they were what was crying out to me the entire time I was in Alium. An insane thought—I was a thirty-minute walk away when I’d collapsed. Carla mentioned the power activation was likely simply because I was now in Alium. But no one else had the ease that I did. What if it was these devices? That would explain a lot. I’d felt drawn to them. I ran my thumb over them like they were my rings. My curiosity piqued. It was like they were reaching out to me, specifically. Which was ridiculous to think about an inanimate object. Jedi had seemed worried after I told him what happened. He didn’t even want to go down the corridor. Maybe it was because of these. What could he be afraid of? Me unlocking my potential? Carla told me the mind had no limit, and these devices seemed to expand the limit. Maybe I shouldn’t use them just to explore, as much fun as that sounded. But I couldn’t sleep, and these things did help me earlier. Maybe they could help me sleep. It was worth trying, at least.
Bounce - from The Secret Portal Part One (Akash POV)
Gills told me I was defense. He’d understand. The real problem was Noelle. She grabbed Gills’ rock in pitch darkness. She could get me. I pulled harder on the stick. Noelle’s pull tightened, too. Smirking to myself, I let the stick go and flew upward—cutting through the air. Noelle grunted as the stick hit her with her own force. Once high enough, I shot toward the dragon, hoping to keep the momentum to pass through the dampening field and get the sphere. I knew it as soon as I passed. I lost my grip on the air and began to fall, but I latched onto the collar before doing so. Custos didn’t like that and tried to paw me off, but I managed to unclasp the sphere. “Haha!—oomph!” I celebrated until Custos did knock me off. I tried to feel when I passed the field, but the ground came fast, causing my entire body to shudder nauseously and the back of my skull to bounce off the floor, only to be hit again. I groaned. Custos apparently was too low to the ground for there to be air beneath the field. My ears rang as I felt around for the lid of the sphere and opened it the way Carmen demonstrated. “I got the feather!” I tried to say but knew I passed out before I could since it was suddenly a lot brighter. “Hey, Singh,” Gills said above me. “Did we win?” “Yeah, because you were an idiot and went right into the dampening field.” “You sound annoyed.” “Because my teammate passed out and had to be taken to the medbay. Do you know how dangerous it is to lose consciousness when you hit your head?” “But my plan worked.” “If this was real, you’d be dead.” “You’re welcome,” I grunted as I pulled myself up to a seated position.
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☆ミ let me comfort you || pick-a-card reading (timeless)
Hello my beautiful star souls and welcome to my new pick-a-card reading! This time I found a very interesting tarot spread and was guided to channel collective messages through it so I hope anyone who needs some encouragement will encounter this post. 
Take a few deep breaths and let your intuition guide you towards a certain pile. Pick a wind chime and read your interpretation down below.
Only for entertainment purposes. Take what resonates and leave everything else behind.
,。・:*:・゚☆ Pile 1
Your current situation: Your faith is being tested by how much control you give to negative thoughts. It seems that for you it’s hard to stay hopeful and do not let intrusive thoughts get the best of you as you see and feel that any small piece of the control of your own mind and life is slowly slipping away through your hands. You have this wish that you want to fulfill and manifest into your physical reality so badly and sincerely but you’re worrying too much to the point that you’re restless at night and constantly thinking of what’s not working for you, obsessing and encountering these thoughts over and over again. It’s like you’re in this endless cycle of anxiety and despair, not able to fight with yourself and your own demons and get out of this stagnant and overwhelming energy.
What’s creating stress in your life: I think it’s due to the fact that you have to rely on your own wisdom and intuition in this case. It feels like you’re going for something knowing almost nothing about it, what’ll happen in the future and how it will turn out for you. I’m seeing the vision of someone walking on a road with a blindfold, letting their inner compass guide them on their path. Maybe you’re doing this too? Or about to do? You’re getting a strong pull towards some direction, ‘knowing’ almost on a soul level that you have to go in this way but it seems so scary and dangerous at first glance to even consider this option and you may feel hesitant, running circles around this decision, coming back and forward. 
Something that can bring you comfort at the moment: You can find comfort in expressing your authentic self through creativity: painting, writing, singing, dancing, making custom-made jewelry, cross-stitching or whatever activity feels more preferable and enjoyable for you and your inner artist. You need more joy and happiness in your life and ways to express yourself with others while doing something you love, share your gifts and talents with the world in order to stop feeling so fear-driven and anxious all the time. Your own unique light is meant to be seen by people and I’m sure you’ll soon attract a very positive and abundant energy around you that’ll help you transform and move away from the current energy.
Something inspiring or motivating to focus on right now: You have so much more freedom and free will than it seems at the first sight. You’ll have different options and choices to make and to choose from -- you’re more in control than you think you’re and it’s important for you to look through this illusion that your mind has created for you. It’s like a completely blank piece of paper. You can draw an elephant or you can draw a cat - it’s your desires and visions that are important and significant and have an incredible power of creating the life you want. Trust your intuition and trust your own wisdom here more, always come back and check with your inner self before agreeing to go in a certain direction, come from a higher and broader perspective of what you want for your future. Know that your soul and your Higher Self won’t make you go somewhere you aren't supposed to be.
A way to resolve the stress or issue that is causing you stress: Stop thinking so much. Just stand up and make your first step instead of imagining and playing out your plan in your mind, wondering and asking yourself what’ll happen. Take a leap of faith and go. Even if things seem uncertain. Even if things are not happening for you yet and you haven’t encountered any significant milestones your way. Continue with movement and believe that you’ll reach mountains until you’ll discover your  destination. Stay curious to the things that’ll happen to you because it doesn't always have to be something bad and negative. Maybe it’ll be the best experience you’ve ever had in your life. Who knows? Right, no one. Do you think that people in the past knew where they were going when they were discovering new territories or materics? No. And you too certainly don’t need a map to go and embark on an exciting adventure. You’re like them --  a courageous soul that has taken risks and for sure will be granted with gifts and blessings for their boldness.
Someone or something that can offer you support: As something that can provide you with support, I would suggest you start a blog where you can communicate with others and express your journey and struggles that may appear on the way. You’ll find a lot of comfort in talking about that and sharing your experience with others and I’m also sensing a support that’ll come from your followers and people who're going through the same things. As a person, I would say there’s an Air Sign (Gemini, Libra, Aquarius) that is young literally or at heart or an Earth Sign (Taurus, Virgo, Capricorn) that is quite mature and can represent parental figure in your life and can offer you an objective and honest opinion, perspective and support on your situation. They will provide you with fresh insight and ways of thinking and approaching things that can be quite useful and will bring you a sense of ease and relief. 
Something to be hopeful about and look forward to: This journey will bring you lots of opportunities to grow stronger and release negative patterns and traits in order to heal and move forward with life. Challenges and obstacles can create discomfort because we need to move out of our caves and change our approach, broaden our options and view of the world but sometimes they are necessary - to learn lessons and don’t make the same mistakes again. To conquer any hardships so you could look back and see how much you’ve grown and how much you’re actually capable of. This is temporary and your pain will pass to bring you clarity and transformation. So you could reach your highest potential.
A near future event: I’m seeing a breakthrough in energy for you. You’ll be able to overcome your fear and illusions that may have been created due to the past experiences in your life and come up with an actual plan of actions on this goal of yours. There will be resources and a necessary emotional state, full of determination and willingness to put hard work and effort -- it may seem boring at first since it’ll require you to work methodically, like some sort of a routine or chore that needs to be done every day but it’ll build you success steadily and surely. Maybe you’ll choose to act in small steps but consistently and devotedly so you could still play it “safe” and feel confident in your moves because you know that you’re making progress regardless of how wide or small your actions are.  
,。・:*:・゚☆ Pile 2
Your current situation: You’re slowly coming to terms with your vision on some sort of a situation in your life. You’re still afraid to dream bigger than your current circumstances that may seem as the biggest limitations in your life but you’re realizing that it’s necessary -- to expand and broaden your perspective, allowing opportunities and chances to come from places that are existing outside of your comfort zone. I’m also getting that you’re very well aware of the obstacles and challenges that may lay ahead for you. It’s still scary and it’s still uncomfortable but you need to stretch and adapt in order to stay committed to your path and grow your potential to succeed, developing confidence too to at least try and go on this path. You may also collaborate with other people right now, with friends or others with whom you can collectively work on something and inspire each other quite a lot while doing that. I’m also getting that this may be some creative endeavor that is your biggest passion and drive right now.
What’s creating stress in your life: You’re not satisfied with your current situation and you need to make important changes in order to improve your circumstances. This requires a lot of patience, focus and determination and I feel like you’re not sure if you’ll be able to make it to the course, even if you’re already working on actively developing yourself and your skills and achieving your goals. I’m seeing a lot of hard-work here that is already happening and if you’re someone who hasn’t got their hands on work yet, I’m seeing you trying to think of solutions on how can you gain courage to act upon your dreams and find necessary opportunities that’ll allow you work solely on this goal of yours.    
Something that can bring you comfort at the moment: For you I would suggest spending time on planning and figuring out your priorities. You can’t do everything at once and you shouldn’t strive for this. Try and think of the things that are important for you at this moment and will make you get closer to achieving your goals - this is where you need to place your close attention. Your focus should be on that rather than trying to achieve and handle everything at once and wondering why you are so low on energy and overwhelmed most of the time after. Work on one goal, then after achieving it - on another. You have your time and you don’t need to rush anywhere. I’m also seeing a vision of someone who’s saying ‘no’ to an invitation to go to a club with friends so they could rest while sleeping. If you feel like you’re tired or exhausted - rest and take a pause if it’s necessary. You’re not a robot and you have your own limits. That is totally fine and completely normal - you’re not weak and your progress won’t disappear anywhere because of that. Recharge your inner batteries first and then you’ll be able to continue with pursuing your goals.
Something inspiring or motivating to focus on right now: You don’t have to wait for the right opportunity to happen and for someone to say that you’re free to go. Instead, you can always make your first move and believe that the Universe will catch you if you do. Sometimes it’s the most difficult thing - to start. And we find ourselves tip-toeing around this move for quite some time before actually making it happen. There’s no better moment than now, sweetheart. You can spend days, weeks, months and years waiting for the right opportunity and the right time to come but this problem and this decision won’t go away until you’ll be courageous enough to solve this. You’re the creator of your Universe and you’re the one who’s making changes, achieving things and conquering obstacles. You have so much control over your circumstances -- instead of letting them dictate you the rules, be assertive enough to set your own rules and boundaries and make necessary steps in order to make steady, firm progress and improve your life. 
A way to resolve the stress or issue that is causing you stress: With these skills that you’re already mastering or only planning to master, I would suggest you get yourself a mentor or take some courses in order to study this subject more thoroughly. I’m also getting the message that you need to start from the simplest things and basics if you don’t want or don’t have opportunity to get yourself a teacher -- this thing that you’re trying to master is widely expanded and explored through the years of its existence. There’s a lot of things that you need to know and there might be a whole system of studies that may seem overwhelming to you at first - so it’s important to start from the smallest things, slowly moving to the complex ones when you’ll be confident enough to do so. You won’t understand some things without the basics so don’t rush and take your time with fully exploring and achieving your knowledge and don’t get discouraged if you’ll make mistakes or it won’t be right at first time. As long as you keep learning, you’re not failing. 
Someone or something that can offer you support: As something that’ll offer you support, I would suggest you pay close attention to your emotions. The positive ones, like happiness, joy and love will lead you to more abundance and harmony in your life - they’re your guide towards your highest good and your Higher Self. When you’re feeling wonderful and ecstatic doing something - do this more often because you’re meant to do something that brings you fulfillment and meaningfulness.As to someone, I’m seeing that your family and loved ones will greatly support you on the road to success. It’s possible that the first person coming to your mind while reading this will offer you help and attention when you’ll most need it. Don’t be afraid to come to this person and ask for help, advice or an ear to listen to you. You have your own team to encourage you. 
Something to be hopeful about and look forward to: I’m seeing you working on making this passion or hobby of yours and turning it into something that can make you feel happy and abundant. You’re acting depending on your vision of dream -- using your emotions, intuition and imagination. You’ve been envisioning this for quite a while and now I’m seeing you finally making moves towards it, not letting this stay as just another fantasy. This is something so important and significant to you that your heart is guiding you to make this a reality. Listen to it and make your first move, allow yourself to explore your passions and dream big.   
A near future event: Overcoming some sort of a challenge that is getting in the way of you achieving your goal and celebrating this with the loved ones or treating yourself with a special gift.
,。・:*:・゚☆ Pile 3
Your current situation: You may feel called to act upon your passions and be confident enough to stay true to your vision despite the opinion of others and possible obstacles that may occur on your path to success. Your vision has expanded and you see that there’s a lot of opportunities, chances and ways of achieving your goals but I also feel like that you may be afraid of competition and may feel that there’s no place for you in this field of your choice since it seems that there’s already a lot of people who’ve done this before or already doing it. I heard “I’m late to this” for some reason? You’re kind of dreaming big right now and it’s making you terrified because you are not that bold to dive straight into it -- which is really a shame, because this is exactly what you need to do right now. Be bold and allow yourself to think of reaching impossible things and make your moves.
What’s creating stress in your life: You’re trying to do everything at once and it’s causing you a really hard time, sweetheart. Instead of trying to achieve every single one goal at a time, be more strategic with your actions and focus on something that is the most important at this period of time and should be achieved first hand. You also may feel quite distant lately and have no desire or energy in communicating with others -- allow yourself to embrace this state and focus on yourself instead. I’m sure that your loved ones will understand that you need to work on what’s important to you and allow you to spend some time in solitude to sort all of this out and slowly get used to new ways of dealing with your personal stuff. 
Something that can bring you comfort at the moment: You may find your comfort in allowing yourself to be a newbie and a student. It’s okay to make mistakes or take all the time that you need in order to understand and thoroughly embrace the hard topic or something that doesn’t work at the first time. You are too hard on yourself and for some reason don't accept what isn’t perfect, getting overwhelmed, frustrated and dropping this thing after that. Get rid of your expectations and enjoy your progress as much as possible because once you’ve done this thing and overcome this obstacle, you’ll be able to know and to do more than you could before you’ve started. You don’t need to rush and you certainly don’t need to get everything the first time. You’ve only started. Be gentle and kind with yourself, affirm that you can do this and that you won’t give up no matter what to yourself every time you feel like giving up. Be more practical and pragmatic with your steps and make your progress slowly but surely and steady. You’ll definitely see the difference. 
Something inspiring or motivating to focus on right now: You’re going through a period of awakening right now so this is why you may feel overwhelmed but still kind of confident in making a life-changing decision. It’s time for you to let go of your old self and fully embrace your new ways of thinking and dealing with stuff in your life. Something in you is calling you and making you feel like you’re on the verge of something significant and important to happen - you’re completely and totally right about that. You’re ready to put everything behind and walk into a new stage in your life - don’t feel scared and discouraged that you can’t find strength in yourself to do that. You actually do. Everything that you need in order to be the main character and hero of your story is already in you, it’s time for you to use this and push through despite your Ego’s calling to stay in your comfort zone and give up the moment you feel uncomfortable. It will always resist your urge to listen to your Higher Self guiding you - don’t listen to it and tell yourself that you’ll do it no matter what. It’s your birthright to create and live according to the life that you want and the Universe is more than happy to provide you with resources and opportunities that you need in order to do that.
A way to resolve the stress or issue that is causing you stress: I’m getting two messages for you regarding this question. First is that, as I said before, you may feel quite isolated and alone, wondering why no one is helping you and feel like nobody cares about what you’re going through. You’re too focused on your problems and hardships to notice that actually you have a lot of people who you can ask for help. You may act tough all you want but if you’re really struggling, don’t be so prideful and ask for help -- you can always repay after you’ll feel like you can do this. It’s okay to have a hard time and rely on others at these times, your loved ones will be happy to help you and assist you if you need it. The second message is about your “lack” mindset. For you right now it’s really important to pay attention to how you’re thinking and speaking of yourself, your potential and your life in general. Your ability to manifest is quite high, even if you don’t believe in this, so try to get out of this old and stagnant energy. The way you’re feeling right now is connected to your thoughts: you don’t have to lie to yourself and spend all the money that you have in order to feel “abundant” and get into this state. Instead, try to see clearly the good in your life and focus on that. The more happy and joyful you feel, the more opportunities to feel this way you’ll attract in the future. Also, try to work with affirmations and gratitude lists every day if it’s possible. It’ll help you to raise your vibration and get access to the frequency of your desires.
Someone or something that can offer you support: I would suggest you talk with people who’s also newbies in your chosen field of passion or, for some reason, I’m hearing that you may want to look into or  join Law Of Attraction or Law Of Assumption community in order to spend more time in this high frequency energy, get and give support to others as well. The more you spend your time and surround yourself with like-minded people, the faster you’ll get in alignment with your desires and attract them into your life. 
Something to be hopeful about and look forward to: Right now you’re encouraged to go with the flow instead of resisting this urge to move forward with your plans and goals because otherwise you’ll lose this opportunity to make quick and fast progress and have a major breakthrough in your circumstances. There’s no distractions and there’s no one who can stop you with the energy that you’re about to receive as downloads -- ideas and projects that will make you feel excited and ecstatic to try out. It’ll feel like the Universe itself making space for the change and giving you necessary opportunities so you could accept them and use them to your own benefit. Don’t let the fear get in the way and simply trust your situation and inner guidance here. You know what to do but for some reason are too scared to act. It’s time to change that.
A near future event: Following your heart and living your passion -- you’re moving into the world of pure potential and possibility that is available to you at the moment you’ll decide to trust and believe in yourself. If you’ve been looking for the sign that you’re thinking about the right thing and this path is for you - you’re right and the Spirit is saying ‘YES”. You have the opportunity to grow on the personal level and change your situation - don’t let it go to a waste and act because I’m seeing that you’ve decided to actually move forward with this and start small, looking if this working for you and you’re feeling good while doing it, making readjustments and starting again if something feels off and not right. 
,。・:*:・゚☆ Pile 4
Your current situation: You may look at the Pile 3, if you want, because I’m getting a similar message. You’re trying to do everything at once, not smartly using your own energy and time, and it makes you feel quite overwhelmed by how much you want to achieve and have so little energy and time to do so. You’re wasting your energy, trying to achieve every single goal that you have in mind, instead of prioritizing things that are the most important at this moment and focusing your resources on them. You’re exhausted and it’s affecting your relationships as well -- you have no sources to communicate with anyone lately and feel isolated with all the problems that you’re trying to solve. It seems that at this moment everything around you is falling apart and you have no control over your own life because of the rapid and quite painful changes that may have occurred in your life.
What’s creating stress in your life: You have a hard time believing that everything will be alright because it seems that this unpleasant period of time and obstacles are never ending. But it’s important to believe that this too shall pass -- you won’t feel that way forever and you won’t have only bad experiences and events for your whole life. The Universe and the world around us is always moving somewhere, bringing to us different kinds of situations and opportunities to learn and grow from the challenges. You’re ending some sort of the cycle right now and feel extremely powerless and exhausted but you’re still moving and still choosing to keep going despite that. Deep down you know that soon it’ll end and the opportunity to breathe more freely and enjoy your life will come to you soon. Keep holding on that hope and the Universe will answer your prayers. 
Something that can bring you comfort at the moment: It’s important for you to get on the receptive side of the hand right now -- allow yourself to receive love from your loved ones. They’ll show you big support and love, you can simply ask them to hug you or to say something nice to you - open your heart to this and don’t feel ashamed of asking it right now. You know you need this and you also know that it’ll give you confidence and courage to not give up and move forward. Show yourself love as well and rest and pamper yourself at times when you’re feeling like it - you deserve this just as much as you usually give to others. I’m also getting a message to spend some time on the things that you love and care about - some creative hobbies or things that simply make you feel good and at peace.
Something inspiring or motivating to focus on right now: You may have experienced a lot of arguments lately and felt like you had to compete with others on the way to success - this energy is changing for you and Spirit is asking you to choose your battles more wisely and do not get involved in ones that seem too hard or tense to you. You need to spend your energy more carefully and decide for yourself if your opinions and desires are really important. If so, people won’t affect them anyway, so why do you feel the need to tell them your truth or like you need to step aside and let others take what’s yours. You deserve peace and success just as much as them so don’t feel afraid to act according to your own morals and point of view. Your own truth is also very much important. Also I’m getting a message that if you feel like you were wrong in the argument with someone and it’s bothering you a lot, it’s a sign for you to apologize and bring more balance into this connection by doing so. Sometimes winning at all costs is not worth losing someone else.
A way to resolve the stress or issue that is causing you stress: For some reason this “competition” vibe is very strong for you, guys. You may feel threatened by the opposition of others towards your truth, goals and position but you’ll resolve this issue only by staying on firm ground and having enough confidence and self-love to believe in yourself and protect your boundaries and opinions without fear. It’s very important for you to not give up and let others take advantage or initiative from you -- you have a high chance of winning this battle and getting what you want if you’d stay persistent enough. Continue to push through and be ready to defend yourself, you got this.
Someone or something that can offer you support: As to someone, I’m getting an Air Sign (Gemini, Libra, Aquarius) that can offer you fresh perspective and insights on your situation. As for something, I’m getting meditation and some time alone will be beneficial for you and will give you a lot of ideas and inspiration in order to move forward. You can also spend some time with mental activities such as writing, speaking, and playing chess (?) for some reason. Whatever activity that will make you brainstorm and use your communication skills and mental power and seems more preferable to you. 
Something to be hopeful about and look forward to: Your situation will soon balance itself out and stabilise, allowing you to simply breathe and let the flow of the Universe take you where you need to be next. The feeling that everything is not working will pass and you’ll feel more steady and calm, avoiding any extremes and attacks on your personal peace. If you’ll get trouble in managing your emotions, you can ask your angels and Spirit Guides to help you and carry away heavy feelings. You’ll take your time to do well and ensure that you’re doing the best you can instead of rushing things - you have a very clear and precise view of your next goal and will do anything to make it right, because everything is coming together for you and you’ll feel it too. 
A near future event: You’re stepping into your power self and moving with your ideas, feeling like everything you need (resources) at your fingertips and you can manifest and achieve anything you want. You really can. Be specific about what you want, remove all distractions and take inspired actions - your ability to conquer any challenges and give yourself what you need is heightened right now.  
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4-2 turnabout corner
alright finished this case and i guess i'm doing case review posts now. i'm playing this for the first time so no spoilers for future stuff please:
this was pretty fun! and for the most part the problem-solving remained coherent, so that was nice. i feel like i never got any answers about the hit and run though...? i kept expecting it to be more relevant in the end and it just never was. i guess we had no time for that because we had to talk about trucy's panties for the three billionth time
but it was the first case with trucy and first real chance to see apollo do anything, and they're pretty fun. i like unsettling baby genius trucy. even if she totally stole my glory in court because i personally had also figured this out, catch up apollo, stop thinking like a normal person
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apollo as the long-suffering straightman is more entertaining than i expected. the dynamic he has with the wrights is pretty funny, just like constantly ganged up on and bamboozled by their double act. poor apollo bawling after trucy fake kidnaps herself lmfao oh buddy
beanix cracks me up. it's so easy to wind apollo up and everyone does it with gusto. i think like 80% of what he says to apollo at any given time is a lie. it's a very funny dynamic to me lmao, "if anything i see you more as a BOTHER figure". i keep thinking of a text post i saw on here, i can't even remember if it was talking about AA specifically or just fandom in general, but talking about how fandom tends to ignore the existence of relationships besides "literal family" or "lovers", and ended with "normalize coworkers". anyway i think about "normalize coworkers" like every time apollo and phoenix interact.
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the game is definitely inviting me to question his integrity at all times but the thing is i like phoenix more than anyone else in this game and it's not close, so...
i said it in other posts but adult ema rules!!! i love cranky sarcastic women. related to the point above, i really appreciate having her there as the other tie to the trilogy, and as someone who knew phoenix from before and is loyal to him. same girl same.
i also like klavier, he's fun. i'm curious to know what his deal is since it's not at all apparent why he's doing any of this to me, he doesn't seem to hold any grudge on kristoph's behalf. (what, he just likes law? a normal motivation? in my AA??? is that allowed)
on more negative notes:
i could really have done without an entire running gag for the entire case being about panties and panty snatching and especially a 15 year old telling me about her panties like every line of dialogue. i get that the "joke" is that it's meant to be weird and uncomfortable and apollo is uncomfortable. but like. christ lmao free me
the alcoholic phoenix jokes are not it for me, man! feels sleazy and uncomfortable and i know the game is never even going to like. treat it seriously. they can't even say the word wine. i can excuse weird cryptid phoenix who speaks in riddles and is generally kind of an asshole but i draw the line at "alcoholic single father". fuck off lmao.
in general, a lot of the stuff they're doing with phoenix here so far is, like, tolerable to me only inasmuch as i've been spoiled for it and i also can approach it as a sort of midpoint; i know most people don't like aa5+6, and my opinion may change a bit after i play them, but right now the idea of the series ending here, with washed out (alcoholic????) loser phoenix is so bleak and depressing, and falls into a lot of sequel media tropes i find tired. you often see franchises end their original run on a high note only to follow it up years later with a sequel that's like "but it was all for nought, everyone went their separate ways and Our Hero kind of sucks now". if i'd played this unspoiled in whatever year it was it came out i'd've been so pissed lmao
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saintsenara · 8 months
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I have really enjoyed reading your answers to the rare pair tag game. I have added a lot of the fics that you recommended on your latest answer to my 'Marked for Later' list on a03 to enjoy over the weekend. I was wondering your honest thoughts are on the following ships: Tom/Ron, James/Snape, Tom/Hermione, Molly/Bellatrix, James/Regulus and Snape/Lily and Dudley/Draco. I apologise for the number of ships and I am really curious on your opinions.
thank you so much for the ask @sarafina-sincerity and for continuing my recent tradition of offering opinions nobody else wanted to hear on an increasingly unhinged list of pairings.
[i know you sent a message apologising for sending some ships which were asked before, but i love to chatter, so i'm going in to answer the original...]
tom riddle | voldemort/ron weasley
obviously this is the crack pairing when it comes to voldemort + a member of the trio - while tomarrymort and tomvolmione stories number into the thousands on ao3, voln/ton/rom/ronmort/whatever we're calling it has a grand total of... ten tagged works.
i think this is a tremendous shame, but not - it's important to say - because i agree with the tedious fanon idea, particularly prevalent in ships which feature hermione with anyone else, that ron would make a good death eater (as you will see below, i think that honour belongs firmly to hermione herself...) - even in a voldemort wins au, ron isn't going over to the dark side. it sounds too much like hard work.
instead, i'm into this pairing because ron is... kind of mother. he likes to look after people and he channels his negative emotions into doing this (he wouldn't have left the tent if harry and hermione had learned how to shoplift properly and he could be settled in front of a nice pot, i'll die on that hill). just imagine little captive ron - maybe the snatchers recognised him, maybe voldemort's won and everyone else is dead - bustling around his gilded prison in malfoy manor making the dark lord a cup of tea when he turns up to psychologically torture him. voldemort would - as i am - be intrigued.
and if, in fact, you'd like to see almost exactly this situation play out, you will definitely enjoy wind tunnels by @mrmxlemons. ron isn't having a good time, but his cooking is.
james potter/severus snape
i've not read much snames, so this is mostly just based on general vibes: i think it's fine but not fantastic.
as i've said in literally everything i've ever posted about sirius black/severus snape, snack is a great pairing because they're narrative mirrors, something which creates so much drama that it makes me scream.
severus and james don't have this - if anything, they're narrative opposites. james is adored by his parents, he's rich, he gets the girl, his best friend is in love with him and not the other way round, he's the ringleader of his gang rather than a follower, his whole family have been gryffindors, and so on and so forth. obviously opposites attract, but you haven't got the immediate potential for connection that you have between severus and characters such as sirius, lily, and - let's all be real - voldemort.
i'm not really going to get into the bullying debate here, but it seems to me that severus would regard james - had he lived - in a similar way to how he regards the adult lupin; that is, that he would completely disassociate from any situation in which he's present, rather than love getting in his face as he does with sirius. i don't love snupin for this reason - i'll read it, of course, but it always feels extremely ooc to me - the fissure caused by their conflicting personalities simply runs too deep, and my suspicion is that snames is the same.
tom riddle | voldemort/hermione granger
so, this is the one where I think I'm likely to deviate most significantly from the opinions of my dash...
i think it's entirely plausible, but only from hermione's side.
the argument i've seen most against tomvolmione is that hermione's moral code would never permit her to accept anything less than a voldemort who was transformed into a man she would want - which means the whole murder thing needs to get thrown in the bin.
i... disagree. the canonical hermione is someone who is very morally inflexible in relation to how she expects others to behave, but incredibly morally flexible - and often quite immoral - in pursuit of things she herself wants or thinks she wants. she is also the cruelest and most ruthless member of the trio. she thinks herself rational and would - therefore - be the easiest for anyone cleverer than rita skeeter to manipulate. she is very lonely, and would, in a situation in which she was captured, be the member of the trio most swayed by basic demonstrations of kindness (lord voldemort only needs to endure a brief conversation about hogwarts: a history and hint that harry and ron aren't coming to look for her and he's golden). she always thinks she's right - if she's convinced just by harry and ron not telling her otherwise that her knitted hats are freeing house elves in their droves, i am certain she could be convinced that she won concessions for muggleborns under voldemort's regime through her own skill and not because he wanted to grant them anyway. and so on.
whether the relationship is something she has to do or wants to do, i think she'd be able to justify it to herself as a necessary evil which doesn't actually go against her standards for herself. that she would never think this for harry and ron if they shacked up with the dark lord is part of the fun...
from voldemort's perspective, while he definitely has a weakness for dark curly hair (bellamort nation, rise up), i cannot see him going for it as anything other than a tool of psychological warfare (whereas i think you can write e.g. tomarry based very much in mutual attraction). intellectually, while hermione is very clever, she doesn't have the interest in experimentation which voldemort has (this is why snapemort and riddledore both always slap - they have the same views on magic), she's extremely condescending, which is his thing, she obviously grew up incredibly rich, and her dour, whiggish empiricism doesn't align very well with his late-antique-emperor's view of the world.
she doesn't give a shit about dead rabbits though. maybe they could bond over that.
bellatrix lestrange/molly weasley
yeah why not. they canonically went to hogwarts at the same time and bellatrix is definitely giving off jilted ex vibes in that final duel.
would molly put up with bella's nonsense? absolutely not. bellatrix would have exactly the same reaction as fleur to the burrow - nothing to do except cooking and chickens - and the ensuing argument would burn the place to the ground far more interestingly than that dogshit scene in the half-blood prince film.
regulus black/james potter
i don't know her, sorry.
lily evans/severus snape
as i said here, i'm into it in a post-james world where lily is trying to rebuild her life by connecting with her past.
so let's take it from a different angle: do i think it could work in the pre-james era?
absolutely not. i think these two need something as seismic as catastrophic loss to force them to actually engage with each other as they are, rather than as the versions they've constructed in their heads. at school, where they're both just dancing round each other, never seeing eye-to-eye on anything, they're never going to be able to get to that place.
i also think james needs to be out of the picture - she's clearly into him long before the mudblood incident, and that knowledge would only ever make severus astonishingly unpleasant to have as a boyfriend. rip king, but you were lost in service of shipping.
dudley dursley/draco malfoy
yeah it's hot. boxer!dudley is enormous and ripped, what's not to love. draco deserves a huge boy who also hates harry.
plus imagine narcissa vs petunia on the topic of their darling boys. or lucius vs vernon when the former pulls up to privet drive in a flying rolls royce. i would be seated.
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luvring · 2 years
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— random date blurbs
gn!reader | hinata, atsumu, kageyama, bokuto, kuroo, suna
crawls in from the depths of my hiatus. cracks open the door. it squeaks so loud i wonder if i should leave. heyyy. also this new post editor....idk if it's just me having funky problems but i'm going to bark at tumblr
HINATA cheers with his arms raised as he watches his bowling ball knock down all the pins for the first time that afternoon. "babe! babe, i did it! oh my god. thank god," he falls onto the seat next to you, his head falling onto your shoulder. he had told everyone that if he didn't do well bowling that he'd buy them food, and it hadn't been looking good until now. you grin, knowing his plight, "good job, sho!" he mumbles a thank you against your shoulder before groaning, "i need to do that again, don't i?" laughing a little, you pat his head, "yeah. but it's fine! it's fine. if you can do all of those volleyball drills and deal with kageyama then you can definitely get a few more strikes." shoyo's head shoots up quickly enough to startle you as he looks over. there's a new sense of determination in his eyes that only he can ever get, "yeah! you're right. i'll just imagine kageyama's taunting me or something." before you can question his method of choice, he gets up to go again. "sho, you know it's my turn, right?"
ATSUMU's tongue sticks out a little as he reads the instructions again for the lego flowers in front of you. "tsum, are you good?" you try to stifle your laugh at the amount of focus he has, but it doesn't seem like he even notices. "why don't they put words on these things?" "it's lego, tsumu. aren't like, kids supposed to make these?" he groans a little before looking back at the pieces in front of him and squinting, "why are we doing this?" you snort but reply casually, "because they're pretty, obviously." atsumu only gasps a little in surprise as he picks up the flower he was working on, seemingly with a new sense of understanding. "holy shit, i got it! wait, wait, babe. hold the others one," he starts gesturing for you to pick up the bouquet growing beside you. he hands his to you with a surprising gentleness and grins as you hold your creations. "do i look nice?" "what? of course ya do. even better than usual. stay right there, 'm gonna take picture and post it."
KAGEYAMA feels like melting into the grass as you furiously try to apologize, unable to stop laughing. the question hangs in the air—"is it…a giraffe?" it's suffice to say a giraffe was not what he had tried to paint. "i told you i'm not good at art," he pouts and averts his gaze. you can see a faint blush on his cheeks, and maybe if it weren't for the situation at hand, you'd tell him he looks pretty with the sun and wind blowing his hair. but you wave your hands and shake your head at his negativity, "no, no, tobio, it's good!" he shoots a look your way and you return your own, "seriously, it is. i know you don't do this a lot. it's really nice, i promise." tobio lets out a breath, never mad in the first place, just a little embarrassed. he looks down at his mini canvas you had bought at the dollar store. his brows furrow and his voice comes out confused (maybe pleading), "seriously where did you get a giraffe from?"
BOKUTO glances at the mug he's painting then at yours, "babe, can we use each other's mugs when we take them home?" you look up at him curiously, "hm? yeah, of course. why?" "i like yours and i wanna see you using mine. see? i put our initials with a heart." he turns his so you can see it among other things collaged on his design. you smile brightly and turn your own so he can see you had done something similar. "oh! you did it too? baby," kotaro pouts affectionately. "if i didn't have stuff on my hands i'd grab your face and kiss you." "please don't get paint on my face,"—your lips twitch into a smile as you look down at his mug again—"your mug really is cute. are you sure you wanna share it with me?" it was a teasing remark but kotaro almost looks offended at the question, "what? of course i do. i wanna share all my stuff with you." he goes back to looking over his creation at the thought and hums, "do you think i'd be able to paint us on here?"
KUROO poses in the mirror in attempts to make you ruin your face mask. "tetsuro, i swear to god," you manage to say. he had been stressed for weeks and you made him promise to have a "spa day" tonight. "babe, i think we should do this more often." you playfully glare at him in the mirror, "says the volleyball captain who's been overworking himself." tetsuro only sighs dramatically in response, "hey, it's not my fault we have a game coming up. shouldn't you be proud that your boyfriend isn't only charming and handsome, but an outstanding student?" before you can make a remark, your phone timer rings and you start to take the mask off, "yes, but i also know you're tired, tetsu." he sighs again at your reply, genuinely this time, "yeah, i know. we could make it a weekly thing, maybe?" and when you look over at him, there's a hopeful look on his face that makes you smile lightly, "that'd be nice. it's your turn for the face mask though, and i'm making you use a bubble one."
SUNA watches as you coo at the cats meowing for food. "rin, i think coming to this cafe was the best decision of our lives." there's a soft smile on his face and he can't help but sneak a few photos and videos—one of them was bound to become his new lockscreen for the next while. "that one kinda looks like you," he points out. you look over and coo again at the kitten beside you before looking over where rin is sitting. "hey, that one looks like you." rin glances behind him at the cat walking over and hums, "you're actually right." "hello? did you think i'd be wrong?" he pets his lookalike and it rubs against his hand, and he's suddenly too enamored to look at you while he responds, "dunno. thought you were gonna be fucking with me and it'd be an ugly cat or something. if that even exists." he can feel his lips twitch into a smile as you immediately reject the idea. rin waits for you so he can ask his one very important question, "do you think we should get a cat?"
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nyoomerr · 1 month
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tagged for the 'fic writer interview' by @mikkeneko! thanks for thinking of me, hopefully i have something interesting to share in it 🙈
Fic Writer Interview
1. How many works do you have on AO3?
21! the bingplush fic this last week finally pushed me over the edge of the page limit, i no longer have only a single page of fic!!
2. What's your total AO3 word count?
440,163
3. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
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every time i post a fic i hope to somehow oust 'to love another' from that #1 spot... every time i know it'll never happen :'D
4. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
every one i get, for the most part! i never want to take for granted the people who support me, and making sure i actually sit down and take the time and effort to respond to comments is, i've found, the best way for me to do that.
that being said, there are exceptions. i generally don't respond to criticism, general negativity, comments that don't really seem to be... about the fic, or comments that have a grammar correction and nothing else 😅
5. What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?
'raised by winter winds' or 'you don't need poltergeists for sidekicks' - both have bittersweet endings, which is the closest i'll ever get to an unhappy end, LOL.
6. What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?
discounting the short fics i've done that are just slice of life / domestic bliss for bingqiu, probably 'shallow water weather.' as happy an ending as any of my stuff, but with none of the angst to get there 😂
7. Do you write crossovers?
nope, and generally don't plan to. even the AUs i do, i prefer to put them in a generic or original world than the world of another story.
8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?
oh sure, law of large numbers and all that. the truly nasty hate, i just delete. generally i'd prefer to just ignore it, honestly, because i think deleting a comment is also a form of engagement with the hate that i don't necessarily want to give to the person who left it, but...
based on past experience, leaving the comment up and unanswered seems to invite other readers to engage with the hate in whatever way /they/ choose, and i really don't want to accidentally be the facilitator of a conflict :'D
9. Do you write smut?
nope, and i've learned to put that disclaimer in the notes of longfic i write 😅
10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
ehhh not in this fandom (that i'm aware of), but i have had a translator go rogue - which is why i currently only allow translations of my fics to be posted on ao3 only.
11. Have you ever had a fic translated?
several times, + some podfics! outside of the odd occurrence mentioned above, they've all been wonderful opportunities. i have massive respect for everyone who spends time making fics more accessible to others!
12. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
no, and i feel like i'd be too picky to do so 😅 collabs in other ways - minibangs with artists, inspiration train games, etc - are all fun though, and i enjoy them!
13. What's your all-time favorite ship?
whichever version of bingqiu/binggeyuan ends up with lbh at his soggiest and most pathetic
14. What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?
i have a post canon bingliushen fic that's been sitting in my WIPs for... over two years? i like the idea of it a lot and think parts of it would be very fun!
unfortunately, though, i like bingliushen because i like bingqiu and i like liushen and i think that sqq has two hands. this does not lend itself well to writing fic where bingliushen get together, since every time i try to work on this WIP the focus keeps turning to trying to get lbh and lqg to coexist well enough to allow bingliushen... and sadly i'm just not really into bingliu :')
15. What are your writing strengths?
i think i do humor and dialogue well enough! it always makes me happy to hear that my fic made someone laugh :>
16. What are your writing weaknesses?
although i think i'm alright at writing angst, i do think i have a tendency to resolve it too quickly/easily. i personally really do not enjoy fics where angst gets dragged on for awhile, and i know that this preference affects the pacing of my own angst in a way that perhaps puts me too far on the other side of the spectrum, lmao.
17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?
i'm not sure what this is actually referring to, honestly 😅 i guess i use italics for that...?
18. What was the first fandom you wrote for?
attack on titan (please forgive me for my crimes)
19. What's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to?
although i do have that aforementioned WIP, i really do want to actually finish a bingliushen fic... maybe i just need to give up and write a sqq harem fic like the old fandom days 😂
20. What's your favorite fic you've written?
generally, whatever fic i wrote 2-3 fics ago 😂 i tend to be offput by my most recent work, so work that i've had some space from but is still recent enough to reflect my current preferences and skills is what i always consider my favorite. right now, either rent a bingge or the sy!shixiong au!
and that's all the questions! i won't tag anyone 'cuz i'm a bit shy about that sort of thing, so anyone who wants to do it can take this as your invitation to do so!
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sarahowritesostucky · 2 months
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Hi! don't know if you answer asks like this but just curious as a fic writer do you feel different fandoms have cliques where some writers only comment or promote writers they're friends with and not all? and in relation to this, do you think stats are the most important thing to a writers success in a fandom? I know this might seem random but just admire your writing and wanted to hear your thoughts
Interesting ask. Okay well, first off, I squee whenever somebody says they ADMIRE my writing *fans self with nearest flat object, in a flattered, flustered, and ego-inflated emotional state*
second off, I'm fairly new to Tumblr, so I am not the most knowledgeable about this
that said, I think that people on Tumblr do a pretty pitiful job overall of promoting content with reblogs, and comments are even rarer!
I have a core group of people whom I've noticed will always reblog my fics, and I absolutely have friendship-y feelings for them even though they're internet strangers, lol. (I love you guys! 💗)
I think that if you're creating quality content and you aren't an asshat, people will eventually catch on and wind up flocking to you. It's the quality of the content you're putting out there that matters most.
But also be smart and try to post regularly, try to write things you know people love (certain tropes, pairings, kinks, etc). Post at peak times of day, make sure your queue is full and set to post at least several times per day. Stuff like that.
If your OTP/fandom is less popular, commit to writing some micro fics about more popular pairings/fandoms/tropes, just to draw more readers in--They will then be more likely to give your niche stuff a try!
As your followers # grows, you'll get more promotion, just because of sheer numbers. So yes, I think having more followers is important if you want to see more engagement with your content overall. (but again, that follows smart posting and quality content)
However, it only takes a handful of awesome supporters to make for a great fandom experience on Tumblr!
As to cliques, I have experienced some pretty hateful bullying and exclusion on the platform, related to an incident where I was abrasive and made a point about free speech, censorship, being willing to discuss vs cancel, and people who are reactive instead of rational (antis).
long story short, my old account was sent death threats, constant harassing, and vile anons, before being vindictively deleted by a rogue staff member (yes, I've gotten confirmation that this is abuse from other Tumblr representatives)
Antis and trolls definitely flock together in cliques, so exclusion can happen there. Cliques can be helpful in that they weed out the nasties fast.
For example: on my new account, I have noticed that perhaps 20 or so accounts have me blocked--most of them are smalltime/not so great bloggers, but about five of them are very popular Chris Evans or Sebastian Stan authors whose content I would probably otherwise be reading and commenting/re-blogging.
I don't think I interacted with most of them directly on my old account, but they are in the cliques that the antis were in, so they hopped on the block-Sarah train based off of whatever their mutuals said.
I don't read other people's fics on Tumblr so much as I do on Ao3, and I'm more about posting my own stuff on Tumblr, so the blocking isn't really an issue with me (mostly they're the ones losing out on the content promotion I would be doing for them, lol).
I think if people are going to be nasty, negative, reactive-not-rational, not willing to discuss, and just generally mean spirited, do you really want them promoting you anyway? Probably not.
As to the people who are not that way, I'd say: PEOPLE NOTICE WHEN YOU REBLOG AND COMMENT on their stuff.
so the more YOU promote other content creators whose stuff you like, the more they will feel affinity for you and promote your stuff!!
I suggest following TONs of people who are in your fandom--many of them will notice and follow you back. That's the best way to get started if you want to grow your account. But also like I said: put out quality content--honey draws bees; and promote other people's content to create good relationships with mutuals.
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marvus-xoloto · 1 year
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Can perhaps write mallek and/or lanque with a sick troll s/o who is just completely fucking miserable when sick??
So sorry I'm late anon; I wanted to finish up my last WIP before getting into another. I hope you're feeling better!! I wrote a silly little Mallek drabble FOR YOU! I am also residenting absolute evil when I'm sick, so I totally get it <3 This was a super fun lil fic to write, thanks for the prompt!! EDIT: Sorry, I missed the troll part of this ask! I really don't write that for future reference, unless it's either a headcanons only post (i.e. not fic) or canon chara x canon chara.
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Osmosis Jones Was Blue, Too | G | 1426 words | AO3 link
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It's a well known fact that an object in motion stays in motion. What they don't tell you is: an object at rest is rarely allowed to stay resting.
You, however, have found your ace in the hole, your golden ticket: the word sick? Hell, even just the implication: it always brings the conversation to a grinding halt.
POLYPA: hey * me and tegs are * having movie night * POLYPA: subs * not dubs * YOU: Sorry Polypa, but I don't think that's a very good idea... POLYPA: i think it's * a great idea * POLYPA: do you know * how hard * it is to get * teg to agree * to * subs * YOU: I think I'm getting sick :(
Bam. Nipped that right in the bud.
VIKARE: ~ Heigh-ho old chum! ~ VIKARE: ~ How fares the winds your way? ~ YOU: Not great. I feel like teeth are growing in my throat and my nose is runny and dry. VIKARE: ~ Ah, yes, the dentification of the swallow collumn. We've all been there sport chin up.~ VIKARE: ~ And my word guy have I got some advice for you! ~ MSPAR: I think it's just, you know... VIKARE ~ Hey now chum why the sudden reticence? ~ YOU: The "s" word... you know... VIKARE: ~ What on Globgolyb's shifting seas man you put that word away. ~ YOU: I'm S VIKARE: ~Cease this at once. ~ YOU: i VIKARE: ~ Skies above! You don't have to do this!~ YOU: ck :( VIKARE: ~You WHAT!~ - VIKARE'S HUSKTOP HAS EXPLODED -
Second time proves the hypothesis.
Zebruh: ♦️ Good evening, my lovely, hornless friend. ♦️ Zebruh: I saw the video of you and the Grandmaster on chitter earlier this evening. Zebruh: Might I say you managed to look raidant. ♣️ Well, as radiant as one can next to the splendor that is Marvus Xoloto? ♣️ YOU: Gee, thanks for the neg. It's not just my legs that are running... Zebruh: Ahem. ♠️ Pardon? ♠️ MSPAR: Would you like a sinus infection, free of charge? Zebruh: Depends, ♦️ which sinus? ♦️ YOU: I'm sick, dunkass
Even though he seems to be feeling particularly conciliatory this evening, Zebruh hasn't responded to you in the twenty minutes that have passed since you dropped the dreaded S word.
But, ah here's the tricky part.
MALLEK: yo; MALLEK: sup; MALLEK: hey; MALLEK: i know you = there; MALLEK: i can see you through my viewfinder; you really need to update your passwords; MALLEK: wait; MALLEK: forget i said that; MALLEK: you = uh; typing a lot; MALLEK: i have a keylogger on your palmhusk; MALLEK: that = less creepy and invasive; MALLEK: right? YOU: No, not really. MALLEK: damn it; MALLEK: well i can see you through my viewfinder; MALLEK: and you look different; YOU: Yeah? Like what you see? MALLEK: did you secretly start the cyborgization process? YOU: Yes. That is definitely what's happening. MALLEK: without me :( MALLEK: actually can you ignore the frowny face; YOU: What frowny face? MALLEK: heh; MALLEK: so seriously; what = with the new look;
Ah. How do you drop the news without halting this conversation in its tracks?
YOU: Okay. YOU: Promise you won't freak out. MALLEK: "freaking out" =! in my vocabulary babe; YOU: I have noticed that trolls really do not like this word. MALLEK: uh-oh; MALLEK: = the word "intimacy" or "self-reflection?" YOU: Self-reflection is two words, Mallek. MALLEK: so; who = it exactly that you = getting intimate with; YOU: Besides you? This box of tissues is really getting a run for its money. MALLEK: heh; nice; MALLEK: i usually use a sock; YOU: OKAY?? That is not what I meant. GOD!
If you weren't flushed already from being sick, you are now.
MALLEK: okay; i = lost now; YOU: I just want to remind you that "freaking out" is not in your vocabulary. MALLEK: that = also two words; YOU: Yes. Glad we're on the same page. YOU: I am. YOU: Not. YOU: Unsick? MALLEK: what; YOU: I'm sick, okay?? And I'm miserable and nobody seems to care. MALLEK: i wish you would have told me; MALLEK: i could have spent more time with you; MALLEK: :( MALLEK: don't ignore that emoji; YOU: Sad face. Noted. MALLEK: should i get a hold of that rustie; MALLEK: you know; the one with the shovel? YOU: Unless he's the sole provider of benadryl and chicken soup on this planet, I think we can leave Fozzer out of this one.
And like that, the theory is concluded. Mallek does not text you back. You make a few silly faces into the view finder, but even that doesn't entice him to talk to you.
Frowny face. Not noted. Sigh.
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You only realize you've been dozing when a knock at your door wakes you up. The fatigue is like a physical thing, a weighted blanket sewn into your body.
The knocking is mostly a formality; each strike against the wood pulp sends the door rattling forward a few centimeters. This unexpected guest must be a friend.
But, as you open the door, a scream builds up in you so intense that you just. Scream. There's nothing poetic about it. It's been a long time since you've seen ET, but you do know "aliens" and "the dominant population, now in a hazmat suit" is never a meet cute.
"Who is in here!" you shout on instinct. You grab a paper cup of water and throw it at the intruder. It splashes harmlessly against their hazmat suit.
"Whoa! Hey!" calls a muffled but distinctly masculine voice from within. It gives you pause for all of about five seconds; why do they sound so familiar? Until the six foot long forceps come out.
"Get the hell," you pause to wipe your runny nose on your sleeve, and then cough for good measure, "away from me!"
It doesn't work; the forceps are headed your way. They grab you expertly by your midsection, you you simply flail around until you flop on the ground. Like a rabid fish out of water. The intruder gets in your space. You stick your middle finger up at them.
Then you kick them square in the belly.
They makes a noise like "oooaauuugh," and then "damn, you kick hard. It's me!"
Mallek unzips the front of his ventilation hood; beneath he is wearing an n-95 mask with the zig-zag of scorist. How did he get that on such short notice?
"What are you doing here?" you ask as he zips his hood back up. If you weren't out of breath from your stuffed up nose, you certainly are now after the fucking alien escape olympics.
"If I tell you, promise not to kick me again?"
"No," you say through a wry smile.
"Well then, maybe this will explain it." He sets down a lock box of some sort, roughly the size of a six pack. He fiddles with the top for a moment before it lets out a beep, and then the lid opens with an outpouring of steam. He takes the forceps again, uses them to remove the contents, and then sends them your way.
A perfect, plastic bowl of chicken soup, a two pack of pink and green sludge that you suspect is Alternian day and nyquil respectively, and a cellophane package of spoon, salt, and pepper is thrust your way.
"I'm the sole provider of chicken soup and benadryl on this planet," Mallek says, full of lumpy pride in his ill fitting hazmat suit.
Oh, he wasn't freaking out because you're sick. He's freaking out because he isn't 100% your sole provider, and also anxiously desperate to prove how much you need him.
"Nerd," you say, throwing the cellophane wrapper at him. It sails about two inches through the air before floating pathetically to the fround.
Well, shit. You're floating pathetically down, too.
You eat your chicken soup on the group, Mallek hovering over you from six feet away. Every cough and sniffle sends him lurching for the door; you make sure to do it as often as you can.
About halfway through your soup, Mallek asks, "are you going to die?"
The only part of his face you can see are his eyes, as large and shiny as porcelain plates.
Only Mallek can out-drama you regarding your own illness.
"Yes," you say. His face crumples even as you smile.
"Is the soup helping? I made it myself."
"Hm," you slurp your way through a thought. Surely, for all the mess and nastiness in his kitchen, he must have invented some super strain of anti-sickess, alien mold by now, right?
Mallek keeps staring at you with his big ol' eyes.
You smile. "Feeling better already."
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stillflight · 7 months
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Long, winding post about the exchange of life lessons between Tetri and me
What Tetri has taught me:
Slow down. When I'm walking outside, I tend to end up walking very fast no matter how slow I started out. But I have a nerve disease and chronic pain and when I walk too fast my limbs start to hurt. I also have a lung disorder and start struggling to breathe deep enough. So when he notices me walking too fast, wincing and gasping, and sometimes I don't even notice it, he tells me to slow down. ("You'll get to where you're going anyways, and your body won't hate you for it. It's not just about literally walking. It's about everything. 'Slowing down' is also sleeping when you need to, and taking breaks from work, and when you're in nature or engaging with art, actually taking it in instead of going as fast as possible to get all of it. Savor your food. And all that.")
Digital self-harm is real self-harm. This used to be my biggest bad habit. Tetri was the one who trained me out of it and was the "voice in my head" who told, no, don't open that comment thread, don't look in that tag, don't watch that video, don't read that article, don't engage with this person and get in a fight that won't be satisfying and will just leave you feeling frustrated and disgusted with yourself. Just move on and actually get something positive out of being online like being part of a community you actually enjoy and talking to friends you appreciate the company of. "Scroll a tag you actually find interesting." Lmao.
Check the time. Another one of my bad habits that I didn't even realize was a habit, let alone a bad one, until Tetri told me so. When I'm in a situation I don't want to be, specifically a long one, like work, school, a lecture, a meeting, whatever, anything that has a determined end time, I am "time pessimistic." I check the clock once, and then for next long while, I think of the time as whatever time it was when I looked, and refuse to look at the clock again. As in, I'll look at the clock, see 5 pm, and even hours later I'll think "Well last I looked it said 5 pm, so I still have seven hours to go." I did this because I didn't want to be "disappointed" when I actually looked at the clock and it was earlier than my prediction. Tetri told me this: "Don't make a prediction at all. Don't make estimates about what time it is. You don't know the time until you look. If you look at the clock and it says 6 pm, you now know that you have six hours to go, and you are prepared for six hours, not eight or seven or five." If you can't do optimism, you be a realist.
What I have taught Tetri:
Oxygen mask. He puts others before himself, very instinctually. It's second nature to him, but he will ignore his own needs way too much for the sake of me and often the other headmates. He has a bad habit -- and often he doesn't even realize he's doing it -- where he seems to "absorb" my negative emotions like a sponge, which means I feel calmer but he feels worse. I've started pointing this out to him and getting him to stop. I've also started comforting him when he feels bad. I think the first few times I was his shoulder to cry on instead of the other way around opened his mind to the concept that you must put your own oxygen mask on first before you can help others. And that he needs to breathe air just as much as any of us.
Catharsis is just as effective as comfort. He's very different about this now than he used to be. For the first while, he only liked happy TV shows, he only wanted to read positive fluffy books, and he refused to listen to "depressing" music. Comfort is the OS his mind runs on. He is very, very good at it when he's doing it for other people, but it was a limitation of his that he avoided the negative emotions in himself. Sharing my favorite things with him -- horror movies and games, gothic literature, Trevor Henderson, Porcupine Tree, Franz Kafka, Ray Bradbury -- has lead him to same conclusion I'm at: sometimes you need to feel uncomfortable for the long-term mental benefit, you need to face the ugliness of reality just as much as its beauty.
You are an individual. Dæmonism at its core is a relationship between two people, and just like any other relationship between two people, it must be give and take, it cannot be only give. He doesn't like to call it low self-esteem, and I suppose he's accurate about that, but he had issue seeing himself as a fully fledged person with his own wants and needs and beliefs. Which is what he is -- I understand it would be normal for many people's dæmons to be correct about that, but we work differently, and he sees that now. He's a part of me, but he's not just a part. He's a member of a team. (How he puts it when I asked him to weigh in: "I extend from [Swift], I'm a traditional dæmon and I'm a manifestation of [his] 'soul' or whatever we're going to end up calling it, but I'm also a traditional dæmon in how I function independently and make my own decisions. Yeah. Being very traditional, we differ from most dæmian pairs in both of those ways.")
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soleminisanction · 8 months
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How much of Stephanie’s flaws do you think is character flaws and how much is sexist writing? Because while some stuff I’ve heard about her seemed like red flag, but I’m also wary of pointing them out because there’s so much sexism in DC Comics and I don’t wanna fall victim to sexist takes. Do you have any clarity on that conundrum?
That is, I think, a much more complicated question than you'd intended it to be. Let me narrow this down to just one flaw to show you what I mean:
In Steph's original appearance (Detective Comics #647-649), her one real "character flaw" is anger. It's what drives her to move against her father, sure, but it's also what nearly leads her to murdering him, it drives the conflict between her and Batman & Robin, and it's the reason Bruce describes her as being, quote, "on no one's team but her own."
When she's made a supporting cast member in Robin, however, the anger is still there, but it's no longer treated as a character flaw... partially because Chuck Dixon has a tendency to write angry characters as a default. Instead of being something that gets her into trouble, it's treated as a trait that makes her a "spitfire" full of "righteous anger," by which I mean Dixon used her as a mouthpiece to scream insults at anyone with an opinion he didn't like and had her beat up men that "deserved it," both with the assumption that readers will agree with her, because the narrative is on her side and portrays her as being in the right.
This is largely how Steph's anger is handled for the rest of her characterization, when the exception of one storyline written by Jon Lewis, who framed it more as a thing to get Steph sympathy -- it gets her into trouble at one point, sure, but is otherwise written with an undercurrent of, "this poor girl, the world has been so very mean to her, don't you just want to comfort her?"
The thing is, that treatment of her violent anger as something righteous and okay, where she's always in the right and the people she hurts always Deserve It? You can argue that that's a form of sexist writing, because there are scenes where she behaves abusively and it's not treated as abuse or even a bad thing, because she's a girl and women's abuse is not taken seriously. You even see this in how she's treated by the audience -- she's got basically the same anger issues as Jack Drake, and yet while interpreting Jack as a abusive is widely accepted by certain parts of the fandom, the same is not true of Steph.
Other people would argue that portraying her as angry at all is inherently sexist (and I don't agree with this, but I have heard people make this argument, stupid as it is) because it makes her look like a "shrew" or a "woman scorned" or otherwise plays into negative stereotypes of women's emotions.
Which then leads the modern version of her, colored by and primarily based on her portrayal in Batgirl (2009) by Brian Q. Miller, where Steph just, doesn't have anger issues, at all, or at least so the narrative would claim. She gets fired up in a fight, sure, but ~she doesn't have a mean bone in her body~ and is always so ~smiley~ and ~happy~ and just a ~sweet widdle polyanna~ who only wants to do ~the right thing.~
But see, that, ditching the anger issues entirely? That's also sexist! Women should be allowed to be angry and still have the potential to be treated as heroes! Getting rid of it because you can't think of how to make a woman with anger issues into a likable and compelling character is sexist! Especially because it takes away her initial motivation and doesn't replace it with anything.
And that's just kind of how it is for all of the traits you could call her character flaws. The only ones we can say for sure are deliberate are those that wind up contributing to the plot, and even then, they very well might have some sexist writing wrapped up in them.
It's really not a simple black or white situation. But like I mentioned in one of my other posts, I ultimately think that the best way to address both deliberate character flaws and sexist writing is to work them into the plot and make them matter, resolve and explore them somehow, rather than trying to toss them away and pretend they never happened. That option is just as sexist as any other, and it's also unsatisfying and lazy. There's a long history of comics that proves people can do better.
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