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#rest assured this wont be the last edit i just really wanted to get one out since it seems
asthevermincrawls · 2 years
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Could I ask for Sova x reader with fear of needles? The reader will try to run away and will cry during the actual needle play (totally not me after getting my COVID shot😐)
Okay okay my tumblr is now allowing me to edit my ask box so, HELLO DEAR! I hope im not too late! If so, im so sorry. I swear i want to write but this shitty app is against it so much istg. I wrote this fic platonic in any case. Anyways, hope you like it!
Sova x Reader who is afraid of needles
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How did it came to this? You have no idea.
It was a mission day like always. But the thing was that the rain, pouring like the goddamn zeus just broke up with his wife and lost all of his children.
Ofcourse nearly all of the agents went to this mission came back soaked wet. But no one worse than you.
Your part was outside. Watching out for any threat that might come. There seemed to be no threat other than the natural ice bucket challange for you.
When the team finally arrived to the HQ, you were trembling all over. Holding your arms with your hands, you try to warm up but it did not helped. Your body was sore all over and your nose was running.
Sage noticed that and gave you afew days to rest your body from the mission you just finished. Hopefully you'd recover from this little illness and relax but your body had other plans.
After afew days, Sova got worried and went to check up on you. Knocking afew times and entering inside your room, he saw how you were curled up in your bed with red cheeks and tissues all over the room. He got so worried about you.
Just as he was going to get Sage, he remembered that she went to a mission with Skye that will last for about a week or two. With dissapointment in his face, he thought about other choices he had.
Then it hit him. Maybe Viper could be able to find a solution. She was a former doctor nevertheless.
He picked you up and went to the doctors office. Viper raised a brow when she saw the two of you. Sova explained your situation. She gave a nod with a hand on her chin then looked at you. Examined you for afew minutes then went back to her desk.
You looked at Sova, trying to imply that this was not a good idea. Sova gave you an assuring smile to keep your hopes high like he always does.
You looked back at Viper. She took a syringe and took some kind of liquid that looked like water. Then carefully inserted a needle on top of it and flicking the top to get rid of the airbubbles. The fear ran through your veins as she turned to you.
And thats how you find yourself in this situation. Crying in Sova's arms while the two was trying to convince you.
"You wont even feel it, besides, im here for you." Sova tried to calm you down with his warm tone like always but this time was different. You were really scared and his reasuring words were not helping for the first time.
"Theres no other choice. The HQ is so far away from the city. We cannot go to a hospital. And theres no other healers left in the HQ." Viper spoke. "You either let me do this or you'll suffer untill Sage and Skye come back from their mission."
You screamed as she tried to get closer. She knew to not go over your boundaries so she looked at Sova. Hoping that maybe he could find a way.
Sova got the hint and turned you to face him. "Look at me." He said with the same warm tone as he took your forearms into his hands to make you keep looking at him. Viper understood what he was trying to do.
"I dont want you to get any worse than this. You are very dear to me and it hurts to see you so weak like this. I know that everyone has their fears inside them but theres nothing we cannot overcome. See?"
He smiled at you while Viper wiped down your arm with a piece of cotton. As she turned away and tossed the needle and the cotton into a thrash bin, you looked at Sova with a confused face. He laughed at your reaction and wiped down your tears with his hand.
"The effect of medication will show in an hour." She smiled. Truly a rare occation to see Viper smile. "Dont underastimate my skills." She said. This little trouble reminded of her the times when she used to be a true doctor.
When you both walk back to your room, you crossed your arms. "I hate you." Sova laughed. "Alright, alright... im sorry. But you feel better already. Dont you?" You scoffed. "But im still mad at you." Sova giggled. "I'll win your heart later. I promise." And you know that he always keeps his promises.
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blackstar95 · 3 years
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The Brothers reaction when MC slaps their ass
Lucifer
As usual, Lucifer listened to some classical music and poured himself a glass of wine to relax a bit.
Once he was done, he brought the glass to his lips and took a sip, savoring the taste.
"Mhm," he hummed to the sound of the melody and blissfully closed his eyes, enjoying the quiet moment he was having.
Much to his dismay, you entered his office without making yourself noticable.
Now dont get me wrong, he loves enjoys your company.
But not when your main goal is to tease him.
An thats exactly what you were doing.
You grinned mischievously as you slowly crept up to him, his back turned to you.
Since he was in his own state of mind, he didn't noticed anything.
That was until you reached your hand out.
In that milisecond, Lucifer's senses were tingling and his eyes shot open, turning around as fast as lightning.
But it was too late.
He only watched as your right hand colided with his left buttcheek, giving it a good squeeze afterwards.
Lucifer jumped and just stared at you in shock, processing what just happend.
And you just stood there with an empty expression, your eyes starring at your palm.
"Wow, your butt is actuallly softer than I thought".
Lucifer furrowed his brows in anger and shook his head.
"MC".
"Yeah?" You asked, looking up at him innocently.
Lucifer had that closed eyed smile with an dark aura surrounding him.
"Now, what made you think this was an good idea, MC?".
You shrugged and slowly walked backwards, shivering nervously "I dont know.. I was just curious?"
"Curious?" He met up with your steps and tilted his head to the side, his smile never leaving
He became dangerously close, making you more nervous than you already are.
You felt your back hitting the wall and your eyes widened.
Oh lord...
Lucifer slammed his palm beside your head, caging you.
You flinched and looked to the ground, feeling suddenly so tiny under him.
Lucifer cupped your cheek and made you look back up at him, a sadistic smile on his lips.
"Such inappropriate behavior should be punished, MC"
I leave the rest up to your imagination.
Mammon
Mammon was walking beside you as always, being practically attached to your hip (nothing new).
You guys were at R.A.D on your way to the cafeteria, since it was break time.
The greedy demon beside you rambled about that new scheme to make money, and you once again had to talk him out of it.
"Ya! It aint a dumb idea!" He protested.
"It is Mammon. Just think about Lucifers reaction and the consequences," you shook your head "Want to hang from the ceiling that bad?".
Mammon only scuffed, turning his head to the side.
You glanced over to him and noticed a visible pout on his lips, making him look like a child.
"Hey, Mammon".
"Hm?" He looked over at you "What's up?".
You raised your hand and reached over for his bottom, smiling sweetly at him.
"Cheer up".
He was about to question you, but before he could even start his sentence, you cutted him off with a real loud smack on his ass.
Mammons stopped dead in his tracks and his eyes widened in shock "W-what?".
Once realisation kicked in, his face flushed in an intsant.
"O-oi, human! Whats the big deal slappin' my butt like that?!". He yelled at you, looking like a fricking tomato.
You couldnt help but let out a few chuckles, highly amused by his reaction.
"Ya! It aint funny!"
Thanks to his loud voice, the whole hallway now knew what just had happened.
Leviathan
Leviathan walked down the stairs to the dining room.
He was really excited because he finally got his hands on the new Ruri-chan merchandise that came out.
"Woaah! I cant believe I got that limited edition figurine!, its SO rare and the new outfit- its just soo angelic-"
Levi being caught in his own ramblings didnt noticed that you were walking beside him.
"And that new hairstyle! I cant believe Ruri-chan could get even more cuter than she already is-"
"Say Levi, to who'm are you talking to?"
"WAh!", Levi jumped slightly at the sound of your voice and almost tripped over his own foot.
"Wha- MC!? How long have you been here!?"
You smiled at him and grabbed his shoulder for support, preventing him from falling down the stairs.
"There there, calm down. I didnt heard much".
Levi let out an sigh of relief and turned to you.
"Yeah right, I mean who would want to listen to an yucky otaku like me?".
You facepalmed in your mind and sighed, he really needs more confidence.
Leviathan kept walking and pitying himself, mumbling random stuff.
He has such a negative mindset.
You walked up behind him not thinking much.
But then you stared at his head and then his back,
Eventually your eyes landed on his bottom.
You smirked to yourself as you just ran past him, giving his butt a hard and loud smack.
Levi yelped in surprise and stood still, overwhelmed with what just had happened.
His hand grabbed his right buttcheek and rubbed it, being too shocked to react.
You turned around and waved at him. "Damn Levi, you really got an nice butt there! Im soo jealous!"
You then disapperaed in the dining room.
Levis brain needed a whole minute to process what just had happened.
And then he became a stuttering mess.
"M-M-MC! W-what was that now?!, h-hey wait!" He hid his flushed face behind the back of his hand as he stumbled after you.
Ngl he was kinda happy you touched him.
Satan
Satan was on kitchen duty, cooking his curry.
He invited you to join and help, so you guys could spend some time together.
And theres no way you would ignore that chance.
So here you were beside him, giving him the ingredients he asks for and making some small talk.
"Did you know that Beel almost ate my hair in his sleep?" You sighed "Im lucky im not bald".
Satan glimpsed at you and raised his eyebrow, shaking his head, "His hunger really doesnt know its limits".
He looked up, "Well speaking of sleep, I had an unpleasant dream last night."
You handed him the spoon and nodded "What was it about?"
Satan sighed, "Beel ate too much and grew to be a giant. He then ate the House of Lamentation, leaving the rest of us homeless".
You laughed, "Why do I have a feeling that could actually happen?"
Satan frowned "He already eats plates, its only a matter of time until he starts eating the walls".
You chuckled, intending to jokingly slap his arm.
But since you werent focused on what you were doing, you didnt notice how your slap landed right on his butt.
Satan dropped the spoon he was holding and looked at you with wide eyes.
"What are you doing?"
You turned to him with an confused expression "Did I do something wrong?"
Satan cocked an eyebrow and leaned his head to the side "You just slapped my butt".
Now its your turn to look at him with wide eyes. "I did what now?".
Satan didnt knew if you were joking or not, and it was kinda ticking him off.
"My butt. You slapped it".
"No I only slapped your arm- ohh wait..." you chuckled.
"What is so funny?" He asked you with furrowed brows.
"Sorry Satan, I wasnt focusing on what I was doing and accidently slapped your butt instead of your arm," You shrugged "My bad".
Satan nodded and turned back to what he was doing "Next time be more careful, or I will return the gesture".
You smirked and leaned over to him "I wouldnt mind that".
He will remember that.
Asmodeus
Asmo was having a mid-life crisis.
He was on one of his diets, because his waist gained 1 millicentimeter.
You assured him that a little more weight always looks good and healthy but he wont listen.
So here you were infront of him, eating one of his favorite Cupcakes.
"MC darling, why do you have to torture me like that?"
He whined "Its not faair!"
You just shrugged "I have another cupcake left for you, but since you're on your little 'diet' I will give it to Beel."
He sighed and dropped his head on the table "Does my pain bring you pleasure?".
You frowned "I-"
Asmo gasps and sat back up straight. "Dont tell me your into that stuff?, Wow!"
He smiled and wiggled in his chair.
You sighed and shook you head "Asmodeus, stop".
He pouted "You're no fun..".
After some time you finally finished the cupcake and Asmodeus had reached his limit.
He watched as you stood up and walk towards to the kitchen.
"Wait, what are you doing?" He also stood up and followed you.
"I will bring the cupcake to Beel-"
"No, wait!" he grabbed your wrist and stared at you.
You looked back at him "What is it, Asmodeus?".
He glimpsed to the side "I dont want him to eat my cupcake.."
You clicked your tounge and pulled him towards you, making him stumble to the side
"What are you doi- AH!" He moaned yelped in surprise as you slapped his ass.
"Just eat that damn Cupcake. Its not like you will gain 10kg from it".
He blushed "Oooooh MC! That really made me excited! How harsh you pulled my wrist-"
You just let go of him and left the room.
"MC where are you going?, you cant just leave me here!"
Beelzebub
Beelzebub asked you to keep him company while working out.
And of course you said yes.
So now you sat there, on the bench with a towel in hand, enjoying the view infront of you.
Beelzebubs biceps flexed as he lifted weights, and his white tanktop was drenched in sweat, making it transparent.
His abs showed through the fabric and you blushed.
How can this man be so big and muscular?
You blinked when he stopped his workout and laid the weights back down.
He grabbed his bottle from the floor and drank from it, taking big gulps.
You decided to stand up and walked over to him.
"Hey, Beel"
Beel lowered the bottle from his mouth and smiled at you "Hey, MC!"
You smiled back, and held the towel in your hand out to him, "Here take this".
"Thanks" He nodded at you and grabbed it, wiping the sweat on his face away.
"So, how is the workout going so far?" You asked couriously.
"Im still warming up" he replied.
You blinked, Still at warming up, huh?.. impressive.
"But im starting to feel hungry..." Beel pouted.
You laughed "You can do it Beelzebub, I believe in you".
He blushed and smiled at you "Thanks, MC!"
So cute.
You nodded and patted his shoulder "Sure".
Beel proceeded to start his warm up again, starting with some sit-ups.
But you had other plans.
"Beel wait!" You ran up to him.
He stopped what he was doing and looked over at you "What is it, MC?"
Before he could fully turn his body to you, he felt a stinging sensitation on his butt.
He looked at you startled, now realising you slapped it.
"Wow Beel, your buttcheeks are pretty hard.. are they made of iron or something?" You hold your hand up to your face.
Beel blushed slightly, not knowing what to do or say.
You just shrugged and turned around, marching towards the bench you were sitting on.
But suddenly, you felt a light clap on your own butt.
You gasped, "What-, Beel?!" You looked behind you and saw him standing there, smiling.
"Your butt feels really soft and nice, MC". he chuckled, "Is that a human thing to do?"
"Beel no-"
Belphegor
Belphegor was taking a nap in the attic, skipping the student council meeting.
And since you were coming late to the meeting due to some complications, Lucifer ordered you to search for Belphie and bring him there along with you.
And thats how you ended up infront of the attic, clearly annoyed.
"Belphegor," you spoke as you opened the door "I know you're in here".
The youngest brother laid on the bed, snoring and cuddling into his cow pillow.
You walked over to him and shook him "Hey Belphegor! Wake up!"
He stirred in his sleep and furrowed his brows.
Eventually he opened one eye and glimpsed at you. "What is it?"
"Lucifer wants me to bring you to the council meeting" you explained.
"Too bad, I wont go" he closed his eyes again. "Why dont you join me?"
"No," you shook your head, "Please, stand up".
He groaned "No, I dont want to go".
Thats it
You grabbed Belphegor by his arms, and turned him on his stomach.
His eyes shot open "Dah! W-what, hey-"
You raised your hand and slapped his ass, the sound of it echoing through the room.
Belphegor jumped and sat up straight, looking at you in disbelief.
"What was that for?!" He blushed
"You should stand up," you crossed your arm over your chest "I asked you nicely but you wont listen".
"Alright..," He closed his eyes "I will go"
You nodded "good"
But before you could turn around, Belphegor grabbed your wrist and laid you over his lap, his hand resting on your butt.
You blushed when you realised what he was doing,
You tried to escape, but his grip on you was too tight.
"Heheh," he chuckled "Time for payback".
"B-belphegor-" you were interrupted by his hand squeezing your left cheek slightly, making you shiver.
Belphegor raised his hand and striked an direct slap on your butt.
He expected you to squeak cutely, but instead a loud moan left your lips.
You quickly sat up and covered your mouth, an massive blush on your face.
Belphegor stared at you with wide eyes,
But after a few seconds he smirked.
"Didnt knew you're into that stuff," he teased you "Im not complaining though".
You just hid your face in his shoulder, too embarassed to look up "Dont tell anyone about this..".
Belphegor chuckled and patted your head "I wont, that would ruin the fun".
He will still tease you about it tho, but just when you guys are alone.
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ayayaxia · 3 years
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Rules and General Informations
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I was honestly about to make a post but forgot about the rules and information about this blog...I'm stupid forgive me
So..Hey! As you can see...this is another twisted wonderland blog. I decided to make one since I am thirsty INLOVE with the characters ლ(╹◡╹ლ).
I probably should shut up but these are the rules and general informations ☆
But ofcourse my formal introduction is important sooo...
Hello...As you can see Im another twisted wonderland blog, my pronouns are her and she...You can call me Dawn if you'd like. And also I'm fairly new to the fandom so my writings might not be as good as the others..not that Im comparing but rest assured that I will surely get better at writing and understanding the characters for you guys. Now enough of that lets get straight to the general rules and information of this blog. And I do hope you read these before you request to avoid any misunderstandings. We wouldnt want that now would we?.
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Romantic and platonic
Yandere themes (although Im not quite familiar with this)
Fluff, Au's, Angst,Arguemnts and a little bit of spice.
Pregancy or anything involving a family (♡⁺◟(●˙▾˙●)◞⁺♡)
You can also suggest any ideas to me so that I can add them here. 
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A full on NSFW scenario. I can only go as far as suggestive. 
Oc's...this is strictly a X Reader blog only (Its not like I hate them I just feel uncomfy with writing for them) I might change this tho―
I WONT write of Cheka OR Ortho they are babies unless platonical.
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NOW PLEASE UNDERSTAND that most of these things that I will and have already be written is my interpretation and understanding of the characters. In short its just my opinion.
PLEASE be specific with your request.Dont just send in ex: (character x Reader).
Dont right too much detailed requests though
Reader's gender would be automatically changed to either to female or gender neutral unless the request says so.
I wont write match ups..unless?
Characters per headcannons would be....Im not really sure so feel free to get crazy.
Characters per Scenarios would be 4 or 5 unless its a short one it would be 7 or so...
I might mischaracterize/make some of the TW boys ooc especially in some requests that have topic that I'm rather NOT familiar with...so i deeply apologise for it in advance.
Ive seen alot of blogs with requests that mixes up the Reader and MC/Yuu I mean that wouldnt be a problem if TW is an Otome but Im afraid its not so please specify if you want it to be MC/Yuu or Reader. (I mainly use prefect in replacement of the readers name since I dont want to use multiple words in one sentence and also I'm assuming Reader stays in Ramshackle.)
The Reader does not follow the plot or story in the TW game so please do specify your request.ꉂꉂ(ᵔᗜᵔ*)
As I stated above MC/Yuu follows the plot of the TW story while Reader does not. So basically what im doing with requests that have specified it as MC/Yuu would be placed in two categories. Platonic and Non platonic.Both will be written in the second person perspective or in the you perspective since you are technically the player and if im not too lazy it will be written in the third person. Thats all thank you!ꉂꉂ(ᵔᗜᵔ*)
NOTE: My updates are irregular because im stupid I often loose motivation to do anything. I'll probably update this whole thing if I change my mind. ANYWAYS Have good day ლ(╹◡╹ლ)
ANOTHER NOTE : Gosh damn it this is nth time i edited this So uhhhh....If you ever come back to this blog expect some changes in my writings either something was added or taken since I'm still practicing anywaaaays Have a good day ꉂꉂ(ᵔᗜᵔ*) And yes I have changed my name sksks.
ANOTHER NOTE: I keep re-editing this and I am loosing it I added a few more to my rules and took some of it as well
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hey! so ive been missing streams 😭 and i was wondering wtf has been happening in the dream smp since the election results were revealed? i'm so lost and i really dont wanna watch all the streams 😔😔😔
oh god a loooot has happened; i personally recommend watching wilburs edited vids on his channel if u rlly want to understand everything but ill give a basic summary!! 
major MAJOR spoilers for the dream smp (obviously) so if u don't want to hear about it then don't continue on (also its kinda long bcause all i think about is the dream smp-)
SO schlatt and quackity won the election, schlatt banished wilbur & tommy from l’manberg & renamed l’manberg to manberg. wilbur and tommy created a new place called pogtopia which is a bit away from the manberg / main area. quackity is schlatts vice president, tubbo is secretary of state (i believe?)
 tubbo is a spy and is secretly working for pogtopia. technoblade joins the server and joins pogtopia to help take down schlatt. all he did for the most part was farm potatoes...and breed horses....
dream reveals he doesnt support schlatt out of fear that schlatt will begin to take over the entierty of the dream smp, but he cant show his support of pogtopia publicly. niki doesnt like schlatt, schlatt taxes her, they just hate each other in general. fundy is also secretly a spy, but hes not directly giving info to anyone, he just keeps a journal about what he has learned. fundy begins to question what side he supports, and begins to lean more in favor of schlatt because schlatt has been cleaning up the area and basically has been making everything look nice. 
tommy and tubbo make a giant tunnel under manberg that leads to pogtopia (which is also connect to the prime path for, well, obvious reasons). technoblade has mostly just been trying to get the best gear for himself & has been trying to breed the best horse (he gets a trident at one point). 
wilbur goes insane and believes he and tommy are on the bad side of history, that they’re the villians. wilbur gives up on getting l’manberg back and has settled on just blowing it all to shit so no one can have it. dream backs wilburs plan and supplies him with TNT and wilbur rigs the entire underground of manberg with TNT (much like dream did in l’manberg during the dream smp war) tommy doesnt support wilburs decision to blow everything up. 
(this isnt exactly really story-related but sapnap killed tommys cow, henry, and dream, techno, and tommy teamed up to fight sapnap and a few others. idk it isnt rlly important to the plot but i enjoyed it so :D)
schlatt announces there will be a manberg festival, in celebration of democracy and everything. wilbur decides thats the day hes going to blow everything up. tommy still doesnt support wilburs plan. tubbo and fundy (and i think quackity?? idk) set up for the festival. tubbo has a speech written for the festival and one of the lines is the cue for wilbur to press the button to blow everything up.
the day of the festival comes along, schlatt gives a few speeches, wilbur and tommy watch from the top of one of the buildings. everyone is invited (even technoblade) to the festival, except wilbur and tommy. technoblade brings and OP rocket launcher crossbow and tries to get info on manberg. they play games and stuff.
 wilbur starts to question if he really wants to go through with blowing everything up (because he will be blowing up all his friends in the process) and tommy continues to try to talk him down. wilbur ends up asking tubbo what he should do, and tubbo doesnt know. wilbur tells tubbo that if he says the cue in the speech, he’ll do it, and if he doesn’t, he wont. tubbos speech comes along eventually, and at the end he hesitates saying the cue, and schlatt begins to ask if he had anything more to say. tubbo eventually does say the cue, and wilbur goes and runs off to find the button to blow everything up. 
schlatt starts encasing tubbo in a box and wilbur gets distracted and goes back to see what is going on. schlatt announces infront of everyone that tubbo is a traitor. schlatt calls technoblade up to the stage and tells technoblade to “take him out”. technoblade tries to stall, wilbur and tommy assure tubbo that techno is on their side and wont hurt him. techno gives in to peer pressure and kills tubbo with the rocket launcher crossbow, killing schlatt and quackity in the process (because they were on stage as well and just vacinity stuff yknow).
tommy and wilbur panic. wilbur goes and rushes to find the button, but cant find it. tommy reveals his position and goes in to kill techno, claiming techno has betrayed them. techno just starts shooting his rocket launcher into the crowd, killing basically everyone. tommy and tubbo meet up in the manberg-pogtopia tunnel. wilbur, tommy, tubbo, and techno all go back to pogtopia. wilbur and tommy are the most mad at techno, but wilbur forgives him. tommy doesnt and still believes hes a traitor. wilbur manipulates tommy and tells him to use that anger and to kill techno, so they fight in a pit that wilbur made. tommy dies, and everything is basically settled (though tommy is still mad at techno). niki also joins pogtopia. niki, tubbo, and tommy meet up just outside pogtopia and discuss whats going on. they all agree that wilbur has lost his mind and that they can only trust each other, and they begin to discuss plans of building up pogtopia so they can fight back to reclaim l’manberg. sentimental bit of them three looking off into the sunset as tommy plays the original blocks disc. 
schlatt doesnt really care what happened, him, quackity, fundy, and a few others continue to play games after the whole techno thing. (i believe something with antfrost, bbh, and awesamdude happened? i dont quite know because i havent watched their pov yet but i believe they formed some kind of alliance to fight against schlatt? correct me if im wrong-) schlatt starts talking about his plans for manberg. he plans to replace the hto dog van with an apartment complex. fundy, quackity, bbh, antfrost, and awesamdude try to talk him down from it. they eventually come to an agreement that the appartment building will be built around it, so you cant see it. schlatt kills a few cats for no real reason. schlatt talks about how he wants to remove the white house (the one quackity built with wilbur and such), quackity gets defensive and tells him not to destroy it as it is a symbol of peace and he worked hard on it. schlatt still wants it to be removed but they plan to discuss it at a later time. fundy is left alone, he questions which side he supports. he is now more in favor of wilburs side because of the public execution of tubbo and the fact he killed cats. 
day after the festival quackity and schlatt are on, tommy eventually joins as well. tommy plans to JFK schlatt and goes over to manberg to do so. he watches quackity and schlatt from a far, who are both at the white house. theyre both arguing over whether the white house should stay or go. schlatt wants it gone, quackity doesnt. tommy doesnt make a move and continues to watch. schlatt begins to insult the white house and starts to take it down. quackity gets pissed and kills schlatt and claims that he is no longer a part of manberg and proceeds to run off into the forest. schlatt then continues to demolish the rest of the white house. 
tommy goes after quackity; quackity joins pogtopia and they head off to pogtopia. wilbur gets on and claims he has found where the button is and that he doesnt care if no one else is on, all he wants to do is kill schlatt and blow everything up. tommy tells wilbur quackity has now joined them. quackity and tommy then proceed to build a giant dick infront of the manberg flag.
 wilbur then goes and shows quackity and tommy the button, quackity finds out about wilburs plan as a result. wilbur tries to push the button multiple times and quackity and tommy try to talk him down from pressing it. quackity says the only reason he ran against wilbur was to prevent dictatorship. they continue to attempt to stop wilbur from pressing the button. tommy at one point stands infront of the button and wilbur tells him to move to the side if he trusts him. tommy hesitates, but then moved. wilbur then destroys the button. wilbur says that now tommy will be leading them and making the next move. before returning to pogtopia to discuss the new plan, wilbur asks for quackity and tommy to wait outside. theres a sad moment and wilbur sings the l’manberg anthem and places the button back and says its just incase, as a backup, just so he knows that if something goes wrong, he can always rely on the button.
the three head back to pogtopia and discuss a plan. im going to be honest i was v lost on what they were saying when discussing the plans because they were all talking at once basically but the first plan, named plan a, is to use quackity to get to schlatt (its named plan a because ass...), then the second plan, plan 1, is yet to be determined, and the last plan, if those two fail, is plan b, which is to go with wilburs original plan of blowing everything to shit (b because bomb haha) 
YEA thats the basic summary i think? theres a lot of other details like the fact that fundy, tubbo, and sapnap are now dreamon hunters but !! yea. sorry for this being so long aaaaaaa
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Sun Kissed | Taeyong Soulmate Au! {Preview}.
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Description: You met Taeyong when you were barely seven and now, thirteen years later, you know that he is your soulmate, but you also know that you aren’t his. Taeyong is in love with your best friend, Joan. 
Genre: angst | fluff | smut Pairing: Lee Taeyong x Reader Warnings: this is a preview, the way it was edited was to promote a better view of key parts of the fanfiction, the actual fanfiction wont be edited on this same way.
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i. when you met him.
The sun was out when you met Taeyong. Summer day, too hot to be enjoyable, your skin was shining with a fine coat of sweat as you ran down the street, running from your parents, from the kids that made fun of you, running in search for a goal that seemed to just escape through your fingers every time you got actually closer to it.  
You were seven and summer vacations felt like they lasted forever, three months without the pressure to make friends at school, without the bragging of your parents about how good your sister is for them, not actually saying that you were a failure, but the words hanged in the air anyway. You could feel in your bones. 
You ran and ran streets downs until you reached the blackberry tree in the end of your neighborhood, you climbed it, your fingers and shirt turning purple as you squished the berries between your body. You sat on top of the tree, looking at the sky and the houses and the kids playing far away. 
You had a scratch on your knees and elbow, your eyes were streaming hot tears down your face. You had fell from the tree when you tried to go down, stepping in the wrong branch and falling on your now bloody hands.   Taeyong extended a hand at you and offered a toothless bubbly smile. “Do you need a hand?” he asked in a giggle.  
You thought that the black-haired kid, with two teeth missing in the middle of his mouth, smiling wide and happily at you was the most precious thing. He smelled like a kid, sweat, dirty and candy. He talked way too loudly and his hands felt warm against yours. 
Taeyong became your best friend on that day and he never leaved your side. You shared secrets in softly whispers, jokes in screams and laughs, experience in scars and giggles. He answered your most weird questions and shared his dreams with you, even the scary ones about monsters under his bed that made you shiver and shake your head.  
“Will you be my friend forever?” you asked the day before middle school started, your hands were sweating more than normal, nervous that your precious boy would find someone better and smarter.  
“I will always be your friend,” Taeyong assured you with a gentle smile on his pink lips. “promise, pink promise, ok?”  
He extends his pinkie finger and you giggle and takes his fingers into yours, looking at his dark brown eyes that looked like rare gold in front of the sun light. You blushed bright red and looked away. 
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ii. when you found out about soulmates.
Later that night, when your parents were soundly asleep, you made your way towards your sister room, knocking lightly on her door. She opened it for you after a moment, a sweetly smile on her lips as her hands messed with your hair and her low voice told you to come in. You smiled big and ran into her bed, throwing your small frame into her sheets.  
You sister laughed fondly at you and scooped you over, making space for her to sit next to you on her bed. As soon as she did, you scanned her arms for something new and there it was, in the bottom of her forearms, almost hidden from most eyes. It was black and delicate, a beautiful hand writing.  
“What is that?” you dared to ask, curiosity dripping from your voice.  
Your sister followed your gaze and extended her arm so you could see it better. “It is a soulmate mark!”  
You tilted your head in confusion. You already had learned about soulmates, the one soul that was supposed to be a perfect match to yours, love stories written about that for centuries, describing how unique the bond between two soulmates can be and how it feels like they are your home. You didn’t understand it all, your young mind trying really hard to think about how you felt about having a soulmate, but your heart would beat desperate every time, afraid that your soulmate could be anyone that isn’t Taeyong. That would mean that you would need to be closer to someone strange than you are closer to him and that thought made a bitter taste settle in the bottom of your tongue.  
“Is it always like that?” you quirked, putting your little hands over the ink in your sister arm, reading the name of a person that you didn’t know.  
“No, it is different for each person.” she chuckled under her breath, eyes scanning your reaction with fondness. “For me it’s the name of my soulmate, but for other it can be a drawing, the first word your soulmate said to you. Some people even have the mark of their soulmates hands imprinted in their body.”  
“What will I get?” you jumped in excitement, already looking around your body for something that would give you a clue about your soulmate. 
“No, silly!” your sister put her hands around you, making you stop your frantic search. “You will only get it when you are eighteen, and I can’t tell you what it will be. You will have to wait, ok?”  
You listened to her words carefully and pondered if you could wait until your late years. You wanted to know your soulmate now, something deep inside you telling you that you simply wanted to know if your soulmate would be your best friend or not. Instead of giving those thoughts much effort, you nodded in understand at your sister words.  
“Now go back to sleep ok?” your sister whispered delicate in your ears and you had no choice but agree with that. 
You slept the rest of the night dreaming with blackberries and suns, burning your skin and a hand reaching for you with golden pale skin. Dark brown eyes and secret smiles. You woke up with a big smile settled on your lips and the dream hidden in the bottom of your heart. 
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iii. when you found out that you werent his to keep.
Joan was freaking out, she wasn’t just having a moment of panic. She was fully freaking out by now. It was past eleven third in the night and when the clock hit midnight she would finally know who was her soulmate or at least have a clue if it happened to be someone that he didn’t already know. 
You bit your bottom lips and glanced at Taeyong as that thought passed in your mind. He was sitting with Joan on her bed, both of his arms holding her close and whispering sweet things in her ears to try and calm her down. You approached them slowly, as if you needed permission to enter the world that the two of them were in, and you gave Joan a cup with water for her to drink. She took it with shaken hands. 
You sat on the floor in front of the bed and put your hands in your best friend knees, drawing circles with your thump in her skin in a soothing way. Truly, all you could do was look almost bitterly as Taeyong whispered words in her ears and you couldn’t hear what he was talking about, however it seemed to work as Joan began to calm down as every second passed by. 
“My sister said it hurt.” you said trying to help, but the way that Joan and Taeyong looked at you made you gulp and be sure that it certainly didn’t help. You raised your hands in surrender. “Sorry, it probably won’t hurt for you. Probably.”  
Taeyong sighed a little tired and put a little bit of space between him and your other best friend. “Do you want to be alone?” he spoke slowly and softly, almost as he was talking to a child. 
You wanted to step up and say no, she doesn’t want to be alone, that you three should be together and that you have the right to know if her soulmate was Taeyong or not. However, you knew you were being petty and egoist, so you swallowed all those feelings and nodded your head in agreement with Taeyong words. 
Joan looked at him grateful. “Yeah, I would.” she whispered between a sob and Taeyong kissed her forehead before getting up from the bed and extending you a hand to help you get up. 
You took his hands into yours, feeling the coldness of his fingers against yours as he guided you two out of the room. You gave Joan one last look over the shoulder, she tried to smile over the tears and then, you closed the door and left her alone.  
You looked at the clock on the end of the hall, there was still a good ten minute before midnight and then god knows how long it would take for her soulmate mark to finish inking her skin. You took a deep breath and followed Taeyong, sitting in the floor with your back against the wall on the other part of the hall, staring into the white door of Joans bedroom.  
You glanced at your best friend to see if he was as nervous and anxious as you were, but his eyes didn’t meet yours. He looked straight into her door, staring at it calmly and firm, like he already knew who would be her soulmate and that everything would be alright. You had to bite your tongue hard, feeling the iron taste of blood on your mouth, to make yourself tear your eyes away from his shinning brown ones, from his rested expression and almost turned into a smile lip. You looked away at least and bumped your head against the wall, making a soft sound echoes through the hall. Still, he didn’t looked at you. 
In that moment you realized, when Joan enters in the room it feels like suddenly the universe began and end with her. Taeyong doesn’t even look at your direction, he’s always looking at something beyond you, something away from you, something that isn’t you. He would never see you.  
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@sundayswiththeilluminati replied to your photoset 
“Accidentally came up with two separate Good Omens fanfic concepts...”
Here's the real question though: does anyone ever try to sell/buy magical books at Aziraphale's bookshop, and what does he do with them if they do? Are magical books Not Allowed as per heaven, or does he end up running a sideline in magical texts since all of them are hilariously basic to him and he can part with them without guilt?
Your answer is provided in the form of a fanfic in which only the latter half relates to the question, but all of which I had far, far too much fun writing.
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There is a disagreement between Heaven and Hell, as there are wont to be, about which side is responsible for unleashing magic among humanity. The suggestion that it was part of God’s design from the start - that it was in fact of neither angelic nor demonic origins - has been made exactly once, by Aziraphale, who only made this suggestion as a counter to Crowley’s suggestion that magic came about in humans for a reason to do with that flaming sword which Adam and Eve spent so much time about. Crowley then mockingly dismissed Aziraphale’s suggestion by hissing “ineffable” a few dozen times, as they were both a few bottles deep at that point and actually more concerned with heckling each other (and, more simply, with each other) than they were with unlocking the great secrets of Godly intent and Her design. 
This is not to say that Heaven and Hell, and of course more specifically Aziraphale and Crowley, have not meddled prolifically in the affairs of wizardry. It would be easy to blame Crowley for the existence of the Chamber of Secrets, for instance; and he may have taken credit for it but it pressed might confess that a basilisk is quite a bit too nasty for his tastes, that castle is full of children, and he just thought it would be nice for one of the Founders to appreciate snakes - they get such a bad rap, snakes, so undeservedly, and wouldn’t it be nice if they got to be the mascot of one of these Houses too? A bit of appreciation for snakes, really, is all he swayed Salazar Slytherin toward. How was he to know that the bastard would take it so far? And it ended with snakes getting a worse rap because of Slytherin himself, too. This last matter is how you are assured that Crowley had any hand in it at all, because the undercutting of his own intent is a typical Crowley design feature. 
(Crowley would also like to make the assurance that he had nothing in any way to do with Gilderoy Lockhart, even though Gilderoy Lockhart’s habit of claiming credit for things he did not do is also typical Crowley. Gilderoy Lockhart did not have Hell breathing down his neck demanding temptations be done, and frankly it is Hell itself who ascribes credit to Crowley for human inventions and he who simply nods and agrees and then goes to see what humanity has done to itself this time. Gilderoy Lockhart is no demon; he is, by Crowley’s standard of demonic, which is a very mild standard of demonic, much worse.)
Hogwarts’ moving staircases are to Crowley’s actual credit, however. That the sweets shop Honeydukes is built atop a direct secret passage to Hogwarts, allowing discerning students to eat their fill any time, is to Aziraphale’s.
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To back up for a moment to the broadest scale - setting aside, for a moment, a particular angel and demon - neither Heaven nor Hell sees magic as an affront to themselves. Both know what they do is miracles, not magic, a subtle distinction in that magic has many more limitations than miracles. And even then, Heaven and Hell often conflate the two terms anyway. No one ever accused either of them of holding to strict logical consistency. 
Heaven is unsure whether magic was meant to end up in human hands, given the difficulty they often have over wielding it and the way it spills out of magical children like their bodies cannot contain the power they hold, but God’s intelligent design also includes both wisdom teeth and the intricate and delicate bones of the shoulder, so by that reasoning magic cannot be refuted as something that was part of Her original drafts. Hell does not care, because humans are easily tempted in their most basic forms, and the ones who carry small wooden sticks that assist them in thinking they can channel the full power of magic can even more easily be swayed to catastrophic choices, by virtue of how they are almost never found without those sticks upon them, ready and willing to attempt something that will likely go wrong. Demons are very fond of wizardry. 
Most of the wizarding side of British society is thus of demonic (read: Crowley’s) influence. This includes the rates of magical currency (29 knuts to a sickle, 17 sickles to a galleon) while Hogwarts does not teach any kind of maths courses (Arithmancy is absolutely not maths); rats becoming a popular pet in a society that to function is required to be full of owls; the practice of storing sole copies of prophecies in glass orbs on unstable shelves (Agnes Nutter was an innovator simply by writing hers down on paper); the given name of Harry Potter’s middle child; the entire sport of Quidditch; and some pervasive erroneous beliefs about unicorns.
(Crowley very much likes unicorns, ever since he watched one, survival and God’s plan be damned, book it as far from Noah’s boat as it could. He was thrilled to find that more than the one left on the boat had survived the flood, because they are beautiful and stupid and that is a combination that Crowley holds certain affection for. They are also quite soft and drool a little less than horses and have the added capacity to gore someone with a headbutt. The value of their hair, horns, and blood - though not drool, which is a shame, because Crowley could do a bustling business trading in unicorn drool - means that wizards seek them out, and that means that Crowley seeks to vex them. It is very wily and evil of him to keep the humans from those powerful magic healing properties, of course.) 
(One of his methods of diverting the casual unicorn-seeker was through the creation and spread of falsehoods about the kind of people whose presence unicorns tolerate. A few stray remarks, some influence applied to make sure it is believed, about “purity” being required to approach unicorns, and the wizards did the rest, deciding it seemed like girls were more able to approach unicorns. Thus already roughly half of the populace is discouraged from attempting, and the rest given weird hang-ups about it. Of course, this is all ridiculous, because Crowley, as a demon, ascribes to gender only when he wants to, and would be described by no one as “pure” in any way. Crowley did once attempt to describe himself as “pure evil, and unicorns only sense purity, so that counts” but he was promptly called a bitch by Newt Scamander and banned from the Leaky Cauldron again. He did not care, because drinking is only really fun with Aziraphale, and the fact of the matter remained that he still gets to cuddle unicorns when no one else does.)
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There is a mild, subtle war fought between Heaven and Hell over most instructive books on magic. That is if “mild” and “subtle” could be taken to mean that there is one generally book-loving angel who very much disdains these particular books, and one generally book-agnostic demon who very much loves them. 
Wizarding Britain does not have a robust publishing industry. Wizarding Britain does not have robust anything, excepting their robustly ineffectual and expansive bureaucracy, but Aziraphale finds their literature particularly shameful. Surely some of this is owing to the limits of the courses offered at Hogwarts, where language and spelling is whatever of the form of your homework essays, as opposed to the much more valued content of said essays, that a professor chooses to comment on. (In a certain era, much of the spelling tutelage for a generation of Hogwarts students came from their Potions essays, because Severus Snape took a certain glee in marking up as much as he possibly could and watching the faces of students as they found their parchment returned to them covered in red ink even though the substance of their essays was sound.) 
This may also be a consequence of the way British wizarding society has a certain cultural stagnancy. The way things are done is the way things are done. (In this manner it reminds of Heaven and Hell and their inability to keep with the times on Earth. This is also another reason that demons like wizards, because they don’t have to keep up with new technology like “personal phones” and “computers”.) Hogwarts curriculum does not update with any regularity and looks much the same as it did 400 years ago, variation arriving mostly with the competency of the professors. 
And magic is what is valued, so magic is what books are written on. And while wizarding Britain has its innovators - it has humans, so inevitably it has innovators creating new spells, potions, and devices - they are not so encouraged and valued. And often they do not bother to write books. 
As a result, the bulk of the book movement through wizarding Britain is Hogwarts textbooks, which are rarely updated. The edition numbers occasionally change, as do a sentence or two of the interior, but Aziraphale lacks interest in any of it. He lacks an interest in all of this sort of magic. He cannot perform it - as a celestial being he can do far more anyway - and it cannot be learned - unlike coin tricks and sleights-of-hand and rabbits - and there is nothing exceptional in the writing or rarity of any of it. The wizarding books that Aziraphale has interest in are settled firmly in the great library of Hogwarts, and not for sale, though Aziraphale has made offers. He had then considered theft but decided that theft from a school was a certain step too far. 
(The one wizarding book that Aziraphale both cares about and possesses is a first-edition The Tales of Beedle the Bard, who is not Aziraphale’s favorite bard. However, Aziraphale does find “The Tale of the Three Brothers” to be an interesting look at the wizarding perspective on death. It is an inaccurate one, of course; Death does not grant boons, not even ones that will become curses to sooner send their holders into his hands. That is the parlance of demonic temptations, and Crowley will freely admit, though he has gotten numerous commendations for the Elder Wand over the centuries, that like Slytherin’s basilisk, the humans took the whole thing a bit too far.)
At any rate, Aziraphale’s bookshop was prominently placed on the map of wizarding London when he offered to purchase some certain unique volumes from Hogwarts, and this has been a curse of his own making, as more usually happens to Crowley. The wizarding population of London had, since the opening of A.Z. Fell and Co., admittedly always considered it one of theirs, in the same way that the Muggle population eventually came to consider it a front for the mafia, but the uptick of attempts to sell wizarding books back to the shop, or wizarding books just being left amidst the stacks, definitely corresponded with the one time Aziraphale made official contact with wizarding Britain. These magical books are a blight upon his bookshop and he would have miracled himself into being forgotten by Britain’s wizardry some time in 1847 were it not for the Arrangement.
That being, Crowley likes the books dropped at Aziraphale’s shop, often books on Hogwarts’ reading list, which are the most often sold, because it is very easy to accomplish simultaneously temptations and miracles with them.
Since the mid 1800s, it is known, amongst the poorer population of wizarding Britain, that there is a particular drop point in Diagon Alley where, if you are in need enough, you can find almost any relatively-common book that you were not able to afford but was necessary for your education. “In need enough” and “necessary” are miracles with much wiggle room. For instance, in 1992, the Weasley twins did not strictly need NEWT-level Charms and Transfiguration textbooks for their courses at Hogwarts, but they needed them to properly innovate on their pranks. 
Providing magical knowledge for free is, of course, very demonic, given the capacity for destruction by the untrained wizard, especially if that knowledge is far above their years. It is in fact incredibly necessary that it be for free, else parents or guardians would stop them. 
Truly, another genius ploy from the wily serpent. 
Almost as good as the bit with the unicorns.
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“You Devilish Mummy!”: Mexican Horror in America, 1958-1963
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Rosa Arenas
For some people, Cinqo de Mayo means a nacho party platter, a cooler full of Corona, plastic sombreros and a pinata filled with stale butterscotch discs. For a few of us, though, Cinqo de Mayo means one thing and one thing only: Aztec mummies. The sad part of it is that it might actually make much more sense than the nachos.
After Tod Browning and his crew left the set at the end of the shooting day while working on 1931’s Dracula, they were replaced by director George Melford and a Mexican cast and crew. Using the same sets, the same cameras, and a translated version of the script, they worked all night to shoot the Spanish-language version of the film. Those who have seen both tend to agree that the Spanish version is the superior of the two. The cinematography is more vibrant and less stage-bound than the Browning version, the atmosphere is richer (possibly because they were shooting at night), and most important of all, the Mexican Dracula (Carlos Villar) smolders with a sexual energy and menace Bela Lugosi, great as he is, lacks.
Prior to the mid-’50s, most American audiences would probably be surprised to learn that Mexico even had its own film industry. That’s when low-budget producers from Sam Arkoff on down recognized the economic advantages of snapping up the US distribution rights to existing foreign genre pictures. It made perfect sense. You didn’t need to hire any directors or cameramen or gaffers. There were no actor hissy fits to smooth over. All you needed to do was dub in some English dialogue that more or less made sense, fit the action on the screen, and approximately matched the actors’ lip movements. Or maybe not, whatever. Sometimes you might want to bring in an editor to try and rearrange a few scenes so the picture and dialogue’ll make more sense to the kids at the drive-in, but even that wasn’t always necessary. Come up with a snappy English title, Americanize some of the actors’ names, and you’re good to go. The important thing is these films could be picked up for a song, and minus a few minor expenses everything they brought in was gravy.
Suddenly US theaters were full of sci-fi, horror, and westerns from Italy, Japan, Spain, and yes indeed, Mexico. Low-budget distributor K. Gordon Murray quickly established himself as the king of marketing Mexican horror cheapies to American audiences, handling films like The Man and the Monster, The Brainiac, Curse of the Doll People, and a whole lotta movies with “Aztec Mummy” in the title.  It would be nice to say these films have complex and thought-provoking storylines, that the acting is strong and subtle, that the cinematography is dazzling and the special effects on a par with any major American studio at the time, but that would really be pushing it. A lot of the films were just slapdash, flat-footed remakes of popular American films but with cheaper sets. A few of them do stand out, though, in that even the dubbed and edited versions remain uniquely Mexican, even if they do seem to tell the same story over and over again. And some of them are just plain nuts.
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Genre director Rafael Portillo and screenwriter Alfredo Salazar were best known for their Aztec Mummy and wrestling pictures, and in 1958 topped even Santo Meets Dracula with La momia azteca contra el robot humano, translated as The Aztec Mummy Against the Humanoid Robot or, more simply, The Robot Meets the Aztec Mummy.
As the opening narration assures us, the film is based on an “actual experiment” conducted by two scientists from “The Los Angeles University” and verified by witnesses who “signed sworn statements with a notary public” so “there is no question about this story’s authenticity.”
Please keep that in mind.
The film is told mostly in flashback and through voiceover, which is generally a sure sign you’re watching a heavy-handed bit of editorial butchery. The same sort of thing was done regularly to the US versions of Toho films, usually with a mind toward simplifying the story.
Okay, a psychiatrist (Ramón Gay) is mocked by his colleagues when he presents a paper about past life regression, so he storms home and hypnotizes his wife Flora (Rosa Arenas). We slip into a low budget flashback within a flashback as we learn Flora was once an Aztec maiden on schedule to be sacrificed when she runs off with a warrior. The village priests find them, bring them back, and bury the warrior alive after placing a curse on him. Then they fit the old Flora with a gold bracelet and breastplate inscribed with directions to the location of “the secret Aztec treasure.” Then they cut out her heart, which may say something about the effectiveness of that breastplate.
Returning to the first flashback, we learn the evil Dr. Krupp had spied on the experiment and now wants in on it. Nevertheless the good doctor decides for some reason that the best way to prove his theory is to find the bracelet and breastplate, so they all go looking. Lucky for them they find a secret passage under the pyramid that I guess is in their backyard. Moments later they find the ancient temple, the skeleton of the old Flora, and the breastplate which they take home with them. The fun doesn’t last long, though, as  the warrior’s mummy shows up at the house, grabs the breastplate, grabs Flora, returns to the temple, and prepares to cut out her heart again. At this point we’re about six minutes into the film.
Then it turns out, see, that Dr. Krupp is really a sinister underworld figure known as The Bat, and...oh screw it. Over the course of the rest of the film we get gangsters, a shootout, hypnotism, a mad scientist, a pit full of rattlesnakes, that mummy again, some Aztec rituals, a few vanishing bodies, a police investigation, a stolen corpse, a stolen brain, and a stolen “machine that uses radium,” together with lines of dialogue like, “oh, you devilish mummy!” and “continuing our search we hurried to the snake pit.” Eventually we even get a robot there near the end (though it’s more of a reanimated corpse wearing a metal suit festooned with some blinking lightbulbs),and it has a brief and slow wrestling match with the mummy.
And all of it, believe it or not, is crammed into a zippy 65 minutes. No, it’s not a particularly good film as the term is traditionally used, but it is a fascinating one. As crazy as it all gets, as big as some of the plot holes and lapses in logic may seem, the craziest thing of all is that you can’t really criticize it for any of that given that it’s, y’know, based on a true story.
Robot Meets the Aztec Mummy is a pretty extreme example of what was coming out of Mexico at the time. Other genre pictures were no less strange, maybe, but a little more sane.
Three years after Bert I. Gordon’s Attack of the Puppet People and 25 years after Tod Browning’s The Devil Doll, Benito Alazraki released his 1961 film Muñecos infernales, better known in the States  as Curse of the Doll People.
An archaeologist interested in ancient rights and such and her physician husband (Ramon Gay again) visit an art collector friend who regales them with the exciting tale of his recent trip to Haiti. While there, see, he and two friends witnessed a secret voodoo ritual that included human sacrifice. For all the crazy goings on though, the art collector couldn’t take his eyes off the idol the voodoo priests were worshipping. He thought it would make a fine addition to his collection, so the next day he went back and stole it.
(Given that the story is not told in flashback, just by some guy sitting in an easy chair, I’m tempted to think the whole Haiti angle was an invention of the screenwriter for the American version. Maybe the producer was a little tired of Aztecs by this point.)
It’s not hard to guess that stealing a revered idol from a voodoo temple is not without its repercussions, and sure enough before you know it the children of all the men on the Haiti trip start receiving new dolls in the mail. Real nice, realistic-looking ones too. None of the parents seem a bit concerned by the arrival of anonymous gifts for their children, merely handing the dolls to the tykes and sending them off to bed. After a few cuts to an oddly Mexican-looking Haitian voodoo priest, well you guessed it. the dolls start coming to life and knocking off the parents in ways that can’t easily be traced back as the work of an evil dolly.
The one surprise here is given the budget, the special effects (midgets in doll clothes on oversized sets) are really, really good. Better than Bert Gordon’s, even. It’s just too bad the story around them doesn’t have a bit more zing to it. It’s a little flabby and obvious. Still, you start to get the sense a pattern is developing.
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El baron del terror (released in the States as The Brainiac in 1962), directed by Chano Urueta, marked a bit of a break from the simple revenge plot. Oh wait, no it didn’t. But it was still a break from the standard storyline.
As the film opens it’s 1661, a comet has appeared in the sky, and  an evil baron  (Abel Salazar) is being burned at the stake by Inquisitors for practicing black magic. As evil barons are so wont to do when finding themselves in circumstances like that, he places a curse on all those who condemned him, vowing he would return in 300 years when the comet reappears and kill off all their descendants. The Inquisitors, for some reason, don’t seem terribly concerned by all this and go ahead and burn him anyway.
Cut to three hundred years in the future and true to his word the comet has reappeared and so has the baron, who  starts snuffing people who didn’t even know they were related to Inquisitors. Yes, it’s a plot we’ve seen how many times already? But the Brainiac, as the title might hint, does offer a twist or two. First, before he kills his victims the Baron transforms into a kind of hideous horned demon monster (the doll special effects were better). Then during the murders he sucks out his victims’ brains, which he keeps in a big salad bowl in the kitchen. When he lures someone over to his apartment and confirms their identity, all he needs to do is excuse himself to the kitchen for a moment, have a spoonful of brains, and shazam. No more descendant and more brains for the baron.
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A year later  Ueueta returned to more standard form with La cabeza viviente, aka The Living Head. Here again he opens with a long prologue in which he went to some pains to at least give the illusion of historical accuracy. When a great Aztec general dies, not only is he buried, but so are a few of his servants and a high priestess to help him on his way in the afterlife. That those others weren’t quite dead yet doesn’t seem to matter much. It’s all quite a big to-do.
Cut to 450 years in the future, as an incredibly bad archaeologist and two assistants stumble upon the tomb. First they completely destroy the mummy of the high priestess and shrug it off. Then when he finds the invaluable Ring of Death, the archaeologist immediately announces that he’s going to give it to his daughter, “who likes ugly things like that.” Then after reading aloud the very clear curse that will befall anyone who desecrates the tomb, the trio scurry’s off with the general’s mummified head and the mummy of his servant (the one still clutching the knife). Do they then deliver them to the museum where they can be properly cared for and kept in carefully climate-controlled environments? Well, almost: he brings them back to his apartment and keeps them in the living room.
Yeah, it’s not really hard to see where this is headed. The daughter starts wearing the Ring of Death and gets a little kooky in the head . Then the servant and head come to life and all three of them (the daughter carrying the head) go tracking down the desecrators in order to cut out their hearts.
“I know what you’re thinking,” a police inspector says after the first murder. “But I don’t believe in legends. Or in superstitions either. All I know is that this is a very difficult case.”
That’s the real killer in The Living Head. Even more so than most, the dubbing is miserable, with most of the lines either being non-sequiturs, or so plainly obvious and logical they come out sounding like non-sequiturs. I get the feeling sometimes that the voice actors they brought in were never given scripts, simply shown the film and told to make it up as they went along.
Ah, but this is merely a taste of what’s out there in terms of Mexican horror. We haven’t even considered the Santo pictures yet, and there are hundreds of those. I’m not sure if the likes of Robot Meets the Aztec Mummy would really enrich anyone’s  appreciation or understanding of Mexican independence, but there are doubtless lessons to be learned here. Namely, should you happen to find some neat stuff in a sacred temple next time you’re in Mexico, for godsakes just leave it there, no matter how cool it is. Those Aztecs mean business.
by Jim Knipfel
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eryiss · 5 years
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Freed Justine Weekend - Day 1
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So, it’s Freed Justine Weekend again. I couldnt think of anything to write for a full one-shot, so instead i decided to write some drabbles based on the prompts by @freedjustineappreciation on the announcment post. 
I’ll upload half today and half tomrrow. Today’s will be more lighthearted, while tomorrow’s will be a little darker and have more Freed-The-Dark moments. 
Guild Mark
Surrounded by a circle of runes, the magic energy around him creating a wind that filled the cathedral, Freed found himself pushed to his limited. The barrier surrounding Magnolia was strong, designed to withstand any attack that was put against it, and maintaining such a powerful, unbreakable enchantment was draining Freed’s magic faster than he had expected.
He could hold out, but not indefinitely. His knowledge of his opponent was limited, but he knew they were strong enough to attack again. Freed needed to keep his enchantment up until a time where that risk was gone. Releasing the barrier for even a second could give their enemies their opening.
The safety of everyone in Magnolia rested with him.
With a hardened expression, he cast his eyes to the cold floor and flowed as much magic as he could into the casting circle. He closed his eyes, not allowing anything to distract himf from maintaining his enchantment. His right iris burned as he shifted the magic usually used for his Dark Écriture into Jutsu Shiki.
Releasing a breath, he allowed his eyes to open as he tried to keep a consistent stream of magic flowing into the runes. It was getting harder and harder to maintain. He was getting weaker and weaker, and found his resilience failing.
His gaze settled on his right hand.
Across it laid the mark of his guild. The curving shape that personified the ideals of Fairy Tail. The morals that stated you should never give up, that you should never judge those without first giving them hope, that you should always forgive those who are worthy. The small mark that perfectly encapsulated his family, his life and his existence.
But to him the mark was more than that. It was a promise.
A constant reminder of what he was now. All his power, all his strength, was to be accredited to Fairy Tail. They had raised him, helped him, and had forgiven him for his past tresspasses. The mark on his hand maintained his morality, reminded him of the kindness showed to him by his family. By keeping this mark on his hand, he was promising to reciprocate the mercy he had been shown.
His guild was in danger, and he was the main line of defence. If he needed to burn through every last scarp of magical energy to keep them safe, then he would do so. He knew they would do the same for him.
Placing both hands on the cold floor of Magnolia Cathedral – the stage of his previous betrayal of his guild – he channelled every bit of magic he could into his runes. The barrier, which has shrunk slightly in his doubt, grew out and managed to cover every inch of his hometown. The barrier was immovable, impenetrable, and was going to keep them safe.
Then came the next attack. It was vicious.
The barrage of opposing magic fought against his shied, making his grit his teeth as the small dents made were replaced by more of his energy. He looked to the ground, keeping his gaze on his guild mark so that he could be reminded of his promise.
Through gritted teeth, he fought through the onslaught and managed to keep his enchantment strong. He was panting heavily as he tried to recover from the sudden loss of magic energy. His head dropped and his grip on the stone floor lessened slightly, allowing himself a slight respite as he knew that, if another attack was coming, it would at least take the enemy mage some time to recuperate.
After he felt his magic coming back to him, a determined expression crossed his face. He sent a pulse of energy into the runes, widening the coverage of the barrier and making it slightly thicker for better protection.
He knew that the enemy would be watching from their ship. He expected that they would see the advancement of the barrier. He hoped the meaning of the action was clear.
Not my fucking family.
Bonds Within The guild
“Wendy, may I speak with you for a moment.”
The fourteen-year-old girl looked up at the mention of her name, seeing Freed standing by the table she was sitting at. A small, cone-shaped hat was attached to her head, and the remanence of wrapping paper scattered across the table. Her birthday party was nearing its end, with the large cake all but eaten on the bar top, both guildmates and friends talking to one another, and a large stack of presents waiting beside the door.
She nodded, excusing herself from the table and slowly following Freed throughout the guildhall. Faltering a little at the spiral staircase that lead to the S-Class only balcony, the small smile from the rune gave her the confidence to follow him. She silently noted how different the guildhall looked form above.
Freed guided her towards a table at the edge of the balcony, which was usually reserved for Laxus and The Raijinshuu. Today, however, it was empty. After Freed motioned for Wendy to take a seat, she did so. Freed followed suit, sitting opposite her.
“Is something wrong, Freed?” She asked, a little concerned as to why he wanted to speak to her.
“Not at all,” Freed assured, smiling. “I just wanted some privacy so that I could give you your gift from the Raijinshuu, nothing more.”
Wendy frowned a little. She had already gotten gifts from Freed, Evergreen and Bickslow individually. Good gifts, too. Freed had gifted her a first edition of a book she had loved when she lived in Cait Shelter. She had seen the very same edition over half a year ago when she was on a mission with Freed and Laxus, and had only mentioned her fondness for it in passing. He must have returned to the store, brought it despite the high price, and kept it hidden until her birthday.
“You don’t need to do that,” She assured him. “What you’ve already given me is more than enough.”
“Please, I insist,” Freed smiled, pulling a small piece of paper from his coat pocket. “Although, I feel I should clarify, this is more of an offer than a gift, really.”
After Freed placed the paper on the table, Wendy pulled it towards herself and looked over it. It was a contract, similar to the one that she had signed when she had entered the guild, only a little different. She frowned, pausing a little when she sure what the contract was called: Additional Team Member Request Form.
“You-you want me to join your team?” She asked, a little shocked.
It wasn’t a ridiculous notion. She had gravitated towards the Raijinshuu almost naturally. After going on missions with Freed and Bickslow which had both gone well, Makarov suggested that she try and go on a mission with the team as a whole. He had claimed that it would help her as she could try harder missions, which would push her, and it would also help in making The Raijinshuu more social in the guild; looking back, they really could be anti-social at times.
After the first mission had gone well, she went on another. Then another. It got to the point where most missions they went on, Wendy was given the option to come with them. When Laxus had returned from an S-Class mission that had taken him from the guild for an extended period of time, he didn’t seem to care about her joining on their missions without being part of the team. He then revealed that he did the same thing.
So, although it was an odd fit, it was natural. It was now common knowledge that Wendy went on missions with The Raijinshuu sometimes. Nobody cared, that was just the way things had turned out.
“As I said, it’s an offer so don’t feel forced into it,” Freed smiled. “But you’ve joined the Raijinshuu on many missions over the last year or two, and you work very well with us. And, to be candid, we are all very fond of you, and would love it if you would consider being a permanent member of the team.”
“A-are you sure?” She asked, still looking at the contract. Freed’s team had known each other for a long time, she didn’t want to impose.
“We wouldn’t offer if we weren’t,” Freed assured, making Wendy relax a little. “And don’t worry, we know you’re close with more people in the guild than just us, and you don’t exclusive do missions with us. That certainly wont have to change, and we’ll never insist you cut ties with people on our account. And of course, Carla will also join if you so wish.”
Wendy waited for a moment. “You really want me in your team?”
“it would be an honour, Ms Marvell.”
The sound of a chair being pushed back and falling against the railing made some members of the guild look up. They were given the sight of Wendy rushing around the table, wrapping her arms around Freed’s torso in a hug and burying her face in his shoulder.
“Thank you,” She mumbled, her voice quivering a little.
“No thanks are needed,” Freed smiled, patting her head somewhat awkwardly. “Welcome to the team.”
Sense of Humour
It was possible that this entire situation was getting out of hand.
Somehow, a conversation about the laughs of guildmembers had arisen. It had become apparent that nobody could remember quite what Freed’s voice actually sounded like; vague ideas were tossed about, but nothing solid. To quell their confusion, the group of mages had spent the next hour trying to make the rune-mage laugh, but to no avail. A regular person would have given up there, but Fairy Tail mages were not regular people.
So, two days after the realisation Freed’s laughter was a mystery to most of the guild, a comedy night had been arranged in the guildhall; nobody was quite sure how. Almost every mage knew the real purpose, to do something that would make Freed laugh, revealing both what the laugh sounded like and what could cause it.
But the night was nearly over. He had not yet laughed.
Many people had tried and failed, and it had become more of a competition as to who could achieve this seemingly unattainable goal. Anybodybut his team, Laxus and other people he was close to were allowed to participate; they knew him too well for it to be fair.
Currently Natsu was standing on the small stage, performing a totally kick-ass comedy routine where he was revealing the blackmail he had on Gray to the guild – a hilarious routine despite the average at best reception. He was the last act and, as Freed had yet to do any more than a light chuckle, it was all up to him. The only problem was, a picture perfect description of Gray falling down a hill and landing face first in a particularly dirty lake wasn’t funny to Freed.
He was too good for slapstick, apparently.
The dragon slayer was getting desperate now, resulting to making up stories – ignoring the shouts from Gray about their falseness – and still getting nowhere. The five minutes of stage time he was permitted was quickly close to ending, and he would be damned if he lost. So he did the first thing that came to mind.
Grabbed a tankard of beer and threw it over himself… for some reason.
Not his best plan really.
The gathered crowd of mages looked at Natsu with confusion, an awkward silence crossing them all. Nobody seemed to understand what the fire-mage thought would happen; the evening had clearly proven that stories of slapstick weren’t Freed’s preferred form of comedy, so why he thought that a live version of it – and a pretty crappy one at that – would work didn’t make any sense. Natsu blushed a little at the eyes on him.
And then somebody laughed. A deep, somewhat velvety laugh that echoed throughout the guildhall, coming from a table at the back. All eyes slowly turned to the source, not quite believing their ears until they saw it. Freed was laughing. At Natsu. Who had just drenched himself in beer.
“Are you kidding me?” Cana eventually broke the silence. “That’s what gets you? Seriously?”
More members of the crowd joined in, claiming that they had put time into their own comedy routine and that they were much funnier than Natsu; to which Natsu yelled back and said that they were all just jealous because he had done the impossible and they hadn’t. This simply made Freed laugh louder and harder.
“I’m afraid it’s not you making me laugh, Natsu,” Freed chuckled a little, his laughter dying down. “Did you honestly think I didn’t know what you were all doing?”
Again, the room fell to silence. Honestly, the thought of Freed knowing what was happening hadn’t occurred to anyone. They had been sure not to discuss the comedy night’s true purpose when he was around, and had thought that they had gotten away with it easily. Looking towards Freed, with the smugness radiating from the man practically filling the room, it was obvious that their confidence was misplaced.
“This guild is filed with gossips, constant yelling and people with enhanced hearing. You honestly thought I wouldn’t find out?” Freed continued to chuckle.
“So, all night, you’ve just been forcing yourself not to laugh, so we’d make idiots of ourselves?” Gray asked.
“Yes; for the shows I enjoyed at least,” Freed smirked, standing up with a grin. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I believe your acts are completed. Thank you for a wonderful night.”
Everyone watched as Freed slowly walked to the door, realising that they had clearly been played by the rune mage. Some people were annoyed – particularly Gray, who’s secrets wouldn’t have been revealed by Natsu if this didn’t happen – while some people found the entire situation equal parts funny and ridiculous.
Just as Freed placed a hand on the door, he looked back to see most of the guild were still watching him intently. He smirked a little at his audience, deciding he could have a little more fun with them. He turned around fully and addressed his guildmates.
“I should say, one of you really did get me. I had to put a rune on myself to stop the laughter,” He informed. “I’ll let you figure out who it was.”
And with that, he left. A chorus of shouting, claiming ownership of the laughter and all around chaos followed him.
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iceamericanoventi · 5 years
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Love Will Find a Way, Well, Eventually : 2. In Between
“Where are you going?”
If it was inside Cartoon Network’s universe, everyone must be able to see the smoke fuming from both his nostrils and ears. Jinki looks beyond distressed when he’s lifting his ass from the chair. No one on the table was his partner, but Minho decided to throw some ridiculous question then played dumb as if he didn’t just ask one.
“Should I have number one here?”
He started getting irked, but that doesn’t stay long until Kibum casually munched his breadstick while spluttering his witty comments as usual, “Surely Taemin would be delightful.”
Taemin who didn’t do anything almost chocked himself with a piece of tomato and kicked Kibum’s shin under the table, eventually.
“Promise me you won’t run away?”
Dumbfounded, Jinki emptied his pocket and almost smashed the table with his belonging.
“Are you my husband? Here’s my wallet. And my phone!” and with that, he left the other three men finishing their meal.
“Is he always in this temper?”
Lee Taemin gave him another look, pleading him not to embarrass them further, but Kibum just shrugged and muttered ‘I’m just asking’ under his nose.
“He was mad with me since this afternoon. Plus, he has lots of stuffs to think about these days. But don’t worry, he never really got mad unless you disturb his nap.”
“What is he? A bear?”
“Yaa! Kim Kibum!”
Minho couldn’t help but laugh to the scene happened before his eyes. Taemin is famous for being friendly and very expressive only if you know him, even if he’s talkative. To penetrate his bubble is very hard at first, but this man sitting across him, he seems like he’s already inside that bubble since the very beginning. He really is someone closed to him. Kibum looks mesmerizing, even in his grumbling nature. The oversize sweater wrapped his lithe build perfectly.
A phone call arrived to Kibum's phone, he picked it up frantically and excused himself to take it outside.
"What do you think?"
“Eh?” Minho doesn’t even realized he got his eyes entailed Kibum’s silhouette until it disappear by the entrance door.
“You seemed in trance. I know Kibum is beautiful but I didn’t expect you’ll be this amazed with my friend,” Taemin’s sipping his wine, a smirk is very apparent in his devious face. 
“I guess it’s safe to say that you’re not a liar.”
Minho reopened his mouth few minutes after he’s assured that Kibum’s not going back any soon. Taemin is not ecstatic, sometimes he wondered if Minho has a decent sense of humor of a friend.
“For your information, I’m not and never been. I’m the most honest person you’ve ever encountered in your life.”
“Everyone in this room knows that’s not true.”
“Whatever. I might know my ways deceiving people, but I never lie to my friend.”
 “Did you just admit that you’re lying here and there, Lee Taemin?”
Taemin rolls his eyes, again, probably for the nth times already this evening. Without Jinki around, he can be more relaxed on throwing his tantrum on Minho.
“Choi Minho, people lies at some certain points of their life. Get over it.”
He gulped down the rest of his wine, Taemin then called a waiter near them to bring him another one.
“Kibum seems nice. He sounds smart.”
“Sounds? Did you even listen to yourself? No writer is not smart, Choi. Moreover, someone who’s been writing the past decade!”
“I only know him for one night. Who knows he’s just acting?”
“Dude, not everyone is an asshole like you.”
“An asshole wouldn’t agree to bring his best friend along in front of a psychopath like you.”
Taemin snorted and Minho’s smirk reappeared on his face.
“That is literally what a psycho would do, selling their friend for their own benefits.”
Minho wiped his mouth before washed down the dinner with cold water, “And that’s exactly what Jinki accused me for. You two shared a brain or what?”
“Any sane people would say the same, Honey,” this time Taemin’s smirk that made the other scoffed, “By the way, what’s the deal with Jinki? He looks like he’s been sitting on thorny cushion the whole dinner!”
Minho knows Taemin would ask such question eventually. However, he couldn’t say that Jinki hates the whole dinner date plan, it’s impossible. Besides that, knowing him for years, Jinki really is an angel in disguise, well, at least when he’s in the mood.
“People have different, what should I say, defense mechanism? And that’s how he is. What kind of person who talked nonstop during their first meeting, anyway?”
“Oh, I don’t know, me?”
“That’s why you’re a freak.”
“A freak who introduced you to your potentially next boyfriend.”
“Ha. Point taken,” Minho raised his hand to ask for the dessert, “Jinki is just not the type of person who will talk a lot and open up in a second. But I guarantee you, he’s a good person. Sometimes a little bit care too much for other at certain time so probably being brazen is his forte.”
“That reminds me of someone.”
Taemin and Kibum spent their high school days together. Separated for some years due to works and educations, their relationship’s all well maintained. They understand each other, including Kibum’s nature to always put others before him at any given situation.
“Appearance wise, though, what do you think about Jinki?”
“Choi Minho, I’m not a teenager anymore. Judging people around by its cover is no longer my habit.”
“But a designer like you must love a beautiful package, don’t they?”
“Well, to be honest, his lips and eyes itself could get me floored in one glance.”
“I knew it.”
“You’re a famous photographer for a reason.”
***
Cold wind slapped Kibum’s cheeks lightly when he pushed the door and parched to the corner near the valet post.
“Okay, now you can speak. Sorry, I don’t know why the reception wasn’t good enough inside.”
“Then I’ll be frankly here. There’s a possibility for making the special edition for the short story collection. But then, we’re still short of two stories at the moment.”
“Wait, wait, but we already have nine! I finished writing nine! Why should I add another two?”
“The publisher agreed to the preposition for at least twelve stories. You should be grateful I could pitch one less story!”
Kibum looks like he’s about to punch anyone passed within radius one meter around him, but nothing in reach besides a huge pot of short palm tree and concrete wall. And he needs his hand to finish his books still.
“But, Amber. Page wise, those are more than enough to make two new books. Are they out of their mind?”
There’s a loud groan banging on his ear drum came from the other line, “Dude, I almost flipped the table when I was at the meeting you have no idea. The board has new man and that guy is a pain in the ass.”
“Would it change the circumstance if I talked to them by myself?”
“Since when do they have time to talk to the writer directly? We’re head to head with bunch of snobs here, did you forget?”
“I should had not agree to let them touched my writings. Now we’re about to face dead end.”
It was a dream to work along this publisher. It was Kibum’s dream since he started writing when he took gap year after graduated high school. And as if it’s a fate, it was the only publisher agreed with his graphic novel concept five years he climbed his career professionally.
“Listen, Kibum. When I met you years ago, I promised I’ll work my ass hard to help you publishing your books. Not because I knew you, it’s because you’re good. You’re amazing writer and I’m not giving up easily. And neither you. Not when anybody can tell that you’re a gem.”
“I haven’t written any book since last year, Amber. I’m in a slump. Writer’s block is not even describing my bad luck at the moment.”
“Honey, you haven’t written any because you’re currently waiting two books released. And if I could do my magic, another one in, let’s say, six months.”
“If I could make up some words into another story within two weeks. If you could convince them to give me mercy.”
“Did you just know me yesterday?”
Kibum’s tired giving sane response, “What do you mean?”
“I’m waiting their secretary to call me in ten minutes. We’re going to discuss some new deals and I’ll make sure one of them is going to be your new nine stories book.”
“I actually have no idea if I don’t have you as my editor slash manager slash friend slash personal ranting partner slash whatever you want to be.”
“Rockstar. That would be cool.”
“You’re going to be a kick ass one to be honest.”
“I bet. Anyway, expect another call from me in the next couple hours. I’m sorry, but tonight we might need video call to resolve some issues.”
“I hate you for confiscating my time but you’re the best.”
“As always, ain’t I?”
The phone call ends already, but he still forlornly looking at his phone’s screen. With that, Kibum remembers all the works he needs to catch up for tonight. With that, he can put aside all the unnecessary anxiety and tension of tonight’s stupid match making session.
He took a glance of his watch and could only sighed, he better hurried inside to his dessert. The faster he finished, the sooner he can hit home and face the real deal. His deadlines.
Two steps away from the entrance however, he caught a familiar face sitting by themselves, staring to the busy street in front of the restaurant.
“Jinki?” he carefully calling the man, “Lee Jinki, right?”
The later tilted his head to the right and gave Kibum a simple smile, didn’t realize it dropped Kibum’s heart by the bottom of his gut.
“Aren’t you cold?”
Everyone would agree this winter is even harsher than last year’s. Jinki just lifted his left hand to make sure Kibum saw a cigarette slipped between his fingers, “Can I sit here?”
Jinki chuckles, “Aren’t you cold?”
Listening to the same question he threw a minute ago, he just rolled his eyes and took a place next to the other man.
“I’m waiting a phone call.”
“Important?”
“Kinda.”
Jinki blew some smoke out, “Hmm, I guess so. You sounded pretty upset over there.”
“Did I scream that loud?!”
“In my opinion? No. but a girl flinched and buzzed off rather hastily, so, you tell me.”
When he saw Kibum’s gaping like a fish in frantic expression, Jinki has no choices beside laughed again, surprising Kibum who’s quite convinced with his aloof personalities.
“I didn’t know you have so many jokes in store.”
“You learn something new every day.”
“Your face doesn’t show.”
“What about my face?”
“It’s handsome but with that attitude inside, seems like you’re the type who woke up at the wrong side of the bed every single morning and could kill someone annoys you at any time.”
“Well, to be fair, I did wake up in the wrong side of my bed this morning. But it’s because a certain dog occupied half of my blanket so I couldn’t disturb her.”
“You have a dog?!”
Kibum’s face lit up thousand times as if he just won some lottery. Strangely, it warms Jinki’s heart. No, scratch that, it would warm any heart, Jinki tried to generalize the situation.
“I don’t, unfortunately. She belongs to my friend. I’m taking care of her while he’s travelling abroad. Her father will pick her up this weekend.”
“Ah, too bad. We could have play date with my boys.”
“I’ll make sure to give you a call when I decided to adopt one later.”
“Do you think my invitation hasn’t expired yet by that time?”
“A man can only dream, can’t he?”
Kibum’s laughter is muffled by his own palm covering his mouth.
“Let’s go inside, you must be shivering.”
“But your cigarette?”
Kibum’s half stuttered caught red handed, Jinki already pressed the half-done cigarette on the sand bowl on his left, “I can always have another one at home. Besides, I doubt you would go inside without me dragging you along.”
Kibum thanked the universe that the place is not well lit, so he could hide the blush creeping his cheeks. Unfortunately, Jinki has a very good eye sight.
***
“Is my baby being a good girl when daddy’s away?”
Jinki scoffed when the man just entered his living room just literally threw his suitcase aside and scooped the little dachshund running toward his embrace. He gathered the suitcase and poor leather bag on the floor and placed it neatly near the saffron color couch.
The man later dropped himself next to Jinki who’s lounged himself there, checking his phone halfheartedly.
“Minho texted me the other day.”
“Why did he keep texting you?”
The man with dark grey hair didn’t catch the frown hanging on Jinki’s face and buried his face to the dog’s belly, making him groaned again. He lightly pushed the dog further and toppled his head on the other man’s laps.
The dog owner realized something’s happened when he’s not around. He put the dog on the ground and tapped her butt to send her back to her small bed near the pantry.
“Minho has my number and I have his name in my contact list. He can text me whenever he wants. Still jealous?”
Jinki closed his eyes when he started playing with his hair, “He’s still one of the reasons we broke up.”
“Baby, the only reason we broke up is because neither of us didn’t want to succumb into marriage. Minho was just a handsome face happened on the wrong time.”
“I have no idea why I still befriend him when it’s clear he wanted to shove his face to yours, all the damn time.”
“And I have no idea that you’re this type who holds the grudge for a long time. We were already out of relationship back then.”
“Still, a friend wouldn’t openly chase after their friend’s ex.”
“A friend wouldn’t, but a best friend would.”
“Whatever.”
He almost lost his control and slapped Jinki’s head of him, “Oh, come on. What’s bothering you this time?”
“Nothing.”
“Bullshit. It’s written all over your face the second I saw you behind the door. And I’m pretty sure it’s not because my daughter misbehaved while I’m on my annual pediatric conference.”
Jinki sighed, nothing he could really hide it from the other man. Since they were in their almost five years relationship, since they became best friends around three years prior.
“Minho invited me for a dinner night.”
“Wow, fancy,” actually Minho already texted him about the dinner a bit, how he wanted to introduce Jinki to some acquaintance he has, “He gave up on me so he went for the only option?”
“For the record, your mom agreed that I’m way much sexier than you.”
“Three years ago, before your cheek bones buried under those mount of fluffy fat.”
“Said a man who came to me and straight ahead told me I looked cute after leaving a piece of paper with their number on my table.”
“I will put aside the fact that I love how romantic you’re for still remembering our first meeting but let’s back to the right path here because I don’t like the upset you. It’s fucking annoying.”
“He introduced me to someone, Jonghyun.”
He let out inaudible gasp and thanked the universe Jinki’s still closing his eyes. Otherwise, he would stop at once and avoided any discussion of the main reason which distressed his ex-boyfriend. Knowing the scenario before hands didn’t prevent him with the sheer pain graze him when it came from Jinki’s mouth himself.
“So? Isn’t that great? Do you think it’s about time?”
“I was about to argue that two years are still not enough to get over you but I guess you’re not in the same page with me so I’d say that I’m not interested into some relationship whatsoever at this point.”
Jonghyun wanted to cry listening to such words. His heart clenched, he inhaled – a very long one – before he continued caressing Jinki’s forehead.
“I am flattered, but I know you’re just teasing me.”
“Ha, you know me so well.”
“I’m not gonna fall on the same hole, Lee.”
“You won’t. You’re too smart to repeat the torture on the loop.”
“It wasn’t a torture, Jinki. I love you as much as you do. Or maybe just slightly more.”
“Not a chance. I love you more.”
“Stop it or I will kiss you.”
“I dare you.”
“I told you I’m not gonna fall on the same hole.”
“Smart, very smart,” Jinki opened his eyes only to find Jonghyun sticking his tongue out, “Okay, so at first, I don’t like the idea already. You know I hate any type of match making method. Even the online one. But being there, I realized that my current focus doesn’t involved other party besides me, my business, and—“
“And your grandfather?”
Jinki looks annoyed, “Remind me to add ‘always-cutting-people-sentence’ on the list of reasons why I broke up with you when I’m writing my journal tonight.”
“It’s true. I think he was also the cock blocker during our relationship back then.”
“Dude, we’re talking about my gramps. And to put him on the same category with Minho is beyond weird.”
“We already broke up when Minho made his move, for Pete’s sake!”
“Okay, okay! No need to raise your voice, you’re so scary when you’re angry.”
“Then don’t make me! Now, now, can you please be a normal human being so we can talk like adults for once?”
Jinki pulled himself from the couch to the pantry, snatching a pack of cigarette on the tea table before slipped one on the corner of his mouth.
“Can you not smoking inside?”
He snorted and padded to the direction of his balcony. It’s in the middle of winter but he doesn’t care a bit to the wind ready to slaughter his bones. If tomorrow the cold prevented him to leave the bed, then let it be. For once, he just wants to free his mind from the business.
“You need to remember that I can only treat patient on certain age,” Jonghyun followed few minutes after with a blanket he spread as wide as possible to cover both of them without feeling suffocated for standing too close.
“The American Academy of Pediatrics recommends people be under pediatric care up to the age of 21, though.”
“Did you just quote Wikipedia? And we’re not in fucking States! Above and beyond, shame on your wrinkles!”
“Rude.”
“You’re the rude one to your lungs!”
“Then tell me how to ease my mind without nicotine! Tell me how to forget all those troubled night and just sleep! Do you think it’s easy taking care of worrisome business and messy family without distraction?! Stop talking non sense if you do know how to save my days!”
Any word seems taboo once Jinki exploded. Both man just staring into the dark evening below Jinki’s unit. People paraded as quickly as possible on the street to fight the harsh weather. It’s not that late, but only few cars passed by. The dim light of the street lamp’s soothing the tense atmosphere in a way.
Jonghyun leaned closer to Jinki’s arm and rested his head on his shoulder.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t help you with that.”
“I’m sorry I yelled at you.” 
“You know that you can always talk to me right?”
“I’m tired bothering you. You already have a lot in your hands.”
“Besides my patients and Roo, there’s nothing really confiscated my time.”
Having someone like Jonghyun who would stand next to him, scold him then hug him right after, no matter how awful he behaved and treated the other man, Jinki every so often thinking what kind of good deeds he did in his previous life.
Jinki cocked his head, inhaling the trace of scent of Jonghyun’s favorite shampoo. Initially, he was about to kiss the top of his head, like he used to do when the other man leaned on him for whatever reason it was. He remember, though, the earlier period after their broke up – after settling their feelings for few months of course – the shorter man told him not to do that anymore because it was the doctor’s Achilles heel. So instead, he rubs his cheek over the thick hair, silently telling Jonghyun he’s sorry.
Some nights – especially right after that dinner date – he had thought, maybe one of the reason he reprimands Minho’s idea is just because he still has tiny hope that Jonghyun and him might had another chance in the future.
“From time to time, I was thinking that the more day passed, we’re closer to the image of friends with benefit.”
“Friends with benefit? Tsk,” Jonghyun slapped his forearm, “The only benefit I got from you is you’re the only perfect nanny for Roo when I’m away.”
“Those cups of coffee every single time you stopped by my shop?”
“Pfft. How stingy. I’m leaving.”
“Heartless.”
Jonghyun didn’t say anything more and returned inside to gather his things and called Roo. He desperately needs some hot shower. Somewhere inside him, he was expecting Jinki offering him to stay the night knowing how caring the man and the fact Jinki knows he bolted to the other’s apartment right away after landed.  
When Jinki handed him the leash, that hope vanished in second.
“What if later I really considered this person? Or any other person collided with me on the future?”
Jonghyun smiled, he looks tired, but very sincere, “Then good.”
“Because I’m not gonna bother you anymore?”
“No. Because you’ll have someone to share the happiness with.”
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cross-posted in my AFF
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Dont Leave Me (Holmes/Watson --Ritchie-verse)
(So this isnt really anything, just a little scene I cant get out of my head. Ritchie-verse Holmes/Watson because I love RDJLaw)
(Takes place sometime between the first and second movie?? From Watsons POV because I love the old style of him narrating.)
(I just opened a text box and started writing so it doesnt have my usual editing, please ignore any weird grammar mistakes lol)
(PS– I sort of love this. Its sort of flowery and romantic and I dont usually write in this style, so you know… say nice things)
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“Dont leave me.” 
The words startle me, and I glance up from my reading to cast an eye at the man sprawled in haphazard fashion across his favorite chair. 
“Holmes.” I inquire, curious, for I had assumed the man to be asleep for quite some time now. “Are you speaking to me?” 
Surely he hadnt been speaking to me, such plaintive words muttered in such a sad tone. 
Dont leave me. 
I am aware of course, more than anyone, that behind the caustic words, the razor sharp wit, and general disdain for anything society deemed appropriate– the great detective Holmes is very nearly a broken man, slave to a mind that never slows, an intellect that hungers for more and a heart that loves either not at all, or in a manner that consumes his very soul. 
But with these words– Dont leave me– he sounds as if he is begging. Begging, and yet he sounds as if he has already seen the bleak future when all this begging is for naught, and whatever he had wanted has slipped through his fingers. 
“Are you sleeping?” I try again, to keep my own thoughts from traipsing inevitably down the path that only ever ends in despair- the forbidden ideas that accompany the place of Holmes in my mind and heart and in my darkest hours, I will admit they have taken root in my very soul. 
“Holmes!” My voice is admittedly sharper this time, too much for the situation, but I must attempt to keep myself from– from yearning. From wishing that perhaps this great man cares for me in the way I care for him…
“Don’t leave me.” there they are again, these words that are so distressing in their simplicity, and Holmes sounds exhausted, he sounds washed out and pale, the usual vigor coloring his voice completely lacking, leaving things fragile and thready and in this moment– frightening in their implications. 
“She is lovely.” Holmes continues, and now a hand lifts to pat at his unruly hair, the dark curls in worse disarray than usual, evidence of the depression that has seemed to grip him in its talons these last several weeks. 
“Mary.” he clarifies when I remain silent. “She is lovely, a perfect match for you in temperament, and she brings about a softness in you that I–” a hitching breath, nearly a sob and my fingers tighten on the arm rests to the point of pain as I wait for him to continue. 
“A softness that I– that I will miss in my own life.” a silence, an eternity before he speaks again– 
– “I suppose I should be saving these confessions for your wedding, so I might raise a glass in your honor and blather on about true love, about l'amour vrai, but I have found myself unable to put pen to paper for these sentiments and it is… vexing.” 
“I see.” I answer, all the while not seeing at all, for as always, Holmes is speaking in riddles, turns of phrase that obscure his true intent, and though I should be accustomed to this after so long as colleagues and friends, after his startlingly plain–Dont leave me– I find myself frustrated with his circumlocution, and wish he would speak plainly, as he does when he is deducing, when he is peeling back the layers of a mystery until all is laid bare. 
“My dear Watson.” there is a distinct fondness in his tone now, a warmth that is present only here in our rooms, away from the watchful eyes of society. Perhaps in private moments after he has solved yet another case, when adrenaline is coursing and we are still laughing as if we are quite mad over the brilliance of one Sherlock Holmes, and the inevitable stupidity of a criminal to believe he can escape consequences for whichever heinous crime has been committed. 
It is those moments when I find myself drawn impossibly closer to him, when my errant hands drift towards his body, when my lips purse with the thought to embrace– and he calls me dear Watson as if he would be agreeable to those things I dream about in the dark–
“Dear Watson.” Holmes says again. “As always, you see but you do not observe.” 
“Holmes–” I prepare to argue, as I tend to do, but he waves me off. 
“Tell me, Doctor.” he begins again. “I shall tell you my symptoms and you may diagnose me, hm?” 
“Very well.” I sigh and put my book down. In these interminable few moments since Holmes first spoke, I have not read a single word, though my mind has traveled miles as it dissects every nuance of the sentences we have shared this evening. “Your symptoms.” I prompt and wait with studied patience for him to begin. 
“I have no appetite.” he says shortly and I refrain from commenting, for even on a good day, convincing Holmes to slow down long enough to eat in nigh impossible. 
“I want to stay in the dark.” Quieter now, and I sit up straighter in concern. “To be outside with people, the sunlight– I cannot bring myself to stomach it. I prefer it here in my rooms, shutting the world away.” 
“Continue.” I make a vague motion with my hands, but he is not looking this way, so he does not notice. 
“I find myself lonely, even in the company of others, for I am never in the company of the one I want. Or at least not in the way I long to be. Not with– not with the one I want.” The last word is emphasized, even as it is whispered and naturally I pick up on it. 
“The one you want.” I repeat, and my heart– traitorous thing– beats faster within me. “I– er–.” 
“Mary is lovely.” Holmes sits up now, pins me with that all consuming gaze, staring into my heart and soul and searching–
“She is lovely.” he says yet again, as if repetition will resolve something within him that disagrees. “And yet I think I hate her, for she has come into your life and taken your affection from me. I am not trying to suggest that your for me affection is anything other than perfectly proprietary, Doctor, but I will admit to–” 
Now his eyes shutter, and fall away, he seems to shrink in upon himself, folding further into the chair. “I will admit to hoping, to thinking perhaps you might–” he falls silent, picking at a thread on his trousers.
Then, “Please.” he is begging again, and the word brings me off my own chair, crossing the sitting room until I can kneel before him. 
“Don’t leave me.” his eyes close entirely now, and I cannot keep myself from touching him, my palms on his knees, and it seems unnatural for an innocent touch to burn so hot, but at this moment, I swear it does. 
“I wont leave you.” I wish I had lovely words in this moment, better words, flowery phrases to explain to this man, to this wondrous soul the intensity in which I want– no, need– him, but I only have these four, so I say them again. 
“I wont leave you.” 
I see just the beginnings of that beguiling smile, just a hint of what is surely a full fledged flush in that lovely skin, before his lips are on my own and we are tumbling backwards together, my head hitting the floor with a thump that is ignored in favor of bringing that tempting mouth to my own again and again. 
Holmes is lying entirely against me now, his hands in my hair and the tug and pull at the strands is the most wonderful thing I have ever felt, the novel feel of a mans strength and angles completely different than the feel of a womans curves, and I find that I enjoy it more, now that it is this man in my arms. 
“I need to bathe.” Holmes pulls away to chuckle, and I smile at the mussed hair and joy in his eyes. “But then we should continue–” he leaves the sentence unfinished and leans down to kiss me again, sliding his tongue between my lips in way that is no small hint as to what he wishes to do. 
When he presses against me hesitantly, and I feel the line of his arousal against my thigh, it is the most natural thing in the world to lift myself into him as well, and the gasp that leaves that kiss reddened mouth has me tightening my fingers on his waist, urging him down to me yet again. 
“We have time later.” he whispers, and it is nearly a question, so I nod as best I can to assure him that I want this as badly as he does, if not more so, for I am feeling rather like a man who was not aware he has been starving and now has been handed a feast.
“I wont leave you.” I promise. “Sherlock–” his breath catches when I use his given name. “Sherlock.” I say it once more if only to see him smile again. “I will be here always.” 
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Where in the World is Bookwyrm214? (8/18 Progress Report)
I got through typing the first 688 words of Rhapsody in Reverie chapter 16: Caught in a Landslide today, and I wanted to let y’all know what’s going on in Book-land, since I know it's been over two weeks since my last fic update.
Rest assured, now that I’ve started the typing phase for 16 it’ll be fully typed tonight, beta-read ASAP, and hopefully posted tomorrow. If all goes according to plan, 17 won’t be too far behind, and 18 will be up on Sunday according to the original schedule.
I’m going to try and put the rest of this under a read more bc it’s pretty long, but this is what’s up with my life and my planned content moving forward!
I’ve been working through the stress of going back to long distance with the honeybee (he moved back to college last week), my job finished off for the season last Friday (I spent the afternoon sleeping the length of a shift), I was dungeon master for about half of Friday’s session (though I gave the reigns back to the honeybee pretty quick, I have the writing part down, but the execution isn’t there yet), I played for myself and a friend who couldn’t make it in my Saturday dnd session and helped my other friend through her first session, gave my best friend shit about cancelling his Sunday dnd session to prep for his not-yet-girlfriend to visit while being supportive and encouraging about meeting her, and prepping to move back to college myself at the end of the month.
I’ve been trying to get used to the new laptop’s keyboard, which is a big one for why ch16 is so late. I had to finish transferring everything to my new laptop so my little sister could use the old one for online elementary school, which was a bear to do and tool for-flipping-ever (I ended up having to get an external hard drive for my photos, since I’m really bad about deleting the blurry ones after birding trips and they wouldn’t fit on my flash drives to move them off)
I have, however, had a very productive couple weeks! It’s just mostly offline and draft work, so it’s not visible progress.
Writing-wise I’ve made great progress! I’ve got:
• 688 words typed of RiR chapter 16 (1.5 pages of the 11-page rough draft)
• Brainstorming for chapters 17 and 18 of RiR, so that when I get 16 up I can jump right into the last couple chapters.
•My Fugo-centric post-RiR work (Deep in the Dark) got a lot of attention last night and this morning, with most of the beginning outlined.
•15.5 of RiR, aka the sexy chapter (Body's Aching all the Time) is handwritten, but typing/editing is going to take awhile since I'm not quite happy with it & the honeybee doesn't want to beta-read smut, so I’m just going to be extra careful with a fine-tooth comb on that one.
•Post RiR giomis (Here Comes the Rain Again) has a rough summary of the first few chapters.
•A fairytale AU Sheila E/Trish work (A Girl in Trouble is a Temporary Thing) now has a very detailed outline & will likely be my next typed/posted work, since it’s a cut and dry one-off and wont spiral into chaos like the RiR universe has.
•My pre-canon Bruabba fic (Come Out and Play) has a chapter typed and three handwritten with a possible fifth in planning, and its follow up fic (No Light, No Light) has four chapters outlined, and for those I have a couple pages of OC stand/user planning done too. (It was supposed to be a one chapter smut and now it’s become a sprawling edgy feelings two-part fiasco, and I need to rework a lot of the timeline/planning for it I think. I retroactively decided to have it set in the RiR-verse and I need to edit it so it’s compliant)
•My fix-it post-canon everyone lives Bruabba AU (Red Wine, Mistakes, Mythology) has gotten some love by running it by the honeybee and fleshing out parts of the rough outline.
•Fugio fantasy AU which doesn’t have a working title yet is also in the mix, while it was technically the second concept I came up with for Jojo’s fanfiction it’s been shelved for no particular reason.
And that's just my writing!
When it comes to my art I have a lot of ideas and goals:
•Mermaid Bucci gang series:
--> To go with Mer-Mista and Mer-Narancia, I did Mer-Bucciarati which I may redraw the head/face of since I don’t feel like it meets my quality standards.
--> I want to finish up the Sticky Fingers jellyfish to go with mer-bucci + the Sex Pistols fish + Aerosmith (i think I concept-ed that as a shark?)
--> I want to continue that series to include Abba, Trish, Fugo, and Giorno, plus their stands!
• I want to ink and color my PHD redesign, getting it out of my planning notebook and onto actual art paper.
• I want to draw Deep Sea & Fandango, I have reference images but I want to make true concept art since I’ve gotten a lot of feedback interested in Georgia.
• I want to draw Scaramouche & Margaritaville, for similar reasons to Fandango and Deep Sea, since I’ve pulled reference art already and I want to finalize their designs/ possibly make a stand-stats sheet.
• I want to draw my original stands from DitD, one of which (K.Y.E.) I have sketches in my notebook, plus pulling reference art/making a concept sheet for my COaP/NLNL stands. (I can’t really name any of these bc spoilers, but I’m really excited for K.Y.E. and it’s user, the honeybee really loves that one!)
If you’ve stuck through reading this so far, thank you! This is a fairly comprehensive summary of my fan-works right now, so hopefully all of these see the light of day sooner rather than later! I appreciate the support I’ve received thus far, and I look forward to sharing all this stuff with y’all in the future!
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insidiousflame · 6 years
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Okay so, San messaged me after she saw my venting on instagram and was worried that it was because of her. But basically I just had an emotional breakdown last night while I was with chris because of how everything was getting to me again. The big thing that really got to me was that everyone was assuring me that these next couple months would be able to be so productive. That we would finally have time to film and get stuff out there. And what happened? A member went on hiatus, San is gone for a month as well, other members are not really communicating about coming to practice. And that leaves October to maybe have everyone together? But by that point our focus will be on KKP and crunching for that. And once again nothing gets done. Where are the vlogs from Momo and Metrocon? They were started but Mel still needs to get back to them. And by the time she feels like editing again, there’s more recent stuff she needs to work on and then she stops again and says shes burned out on editing. Like if you can't push yourself to finish a project hand it over to someone else otherwise don't do it. However it gets done there needs to be some sort of time-frame or deadline to push things to get finished and out there instead of waiting on motivation to strike. Especially when our success is based online and we need content to show not only fans but potential clients/venues to have us. The main thing I need to stress though, is I realize a lot of this is no one's fault. Things like this have just been happening all year and I feel so helpless. Like these couple months were supposed to make me feel better about things but everything else got in the way again. And just looking at the people in this group and where they falter and how it affects the whole really makes me have little faith in anything truly great coming out of it unless people really change. And so now I'm kinda at the point where I'm just gonna give it the rest of this year and hold out to see if I still feel this is worth it. Because it's becoming clear that my expectations and needs are different and what was supposed to comfort me isn't happening. But that's a big problem too is everyone's priorities and wants are in different places as well as their drive and commitment. And every day my mind is going NUTS in different directions because im searching for something to hold onto that gives me organization and stability. But the habit of this group leaves everything in the air. And when we think we are getting somewhere, everyone slowly just fades out and nothing gets dealt with. And then im over here like feeling like im going crazy. For example, we had planned for everyone to write out there expectations for Mystic Wish and what they want from the group. And last I heard, Mel told me I was the ONLY one to submit anything. The only thing I can imagine fixing this is not only does everyone need to be honest, but there needs to be  a hard ass telling people that if they aren't at least giving Mystic Wish their 100% dedication and most of their time, then they need to get booted. People need to have responsibility over themselves when it comes to contributing to the group. Cause coming to practice to only learn at practice wont cut it. Trying to wing a dance and piggyback off others wont cut it. Having an attitude when we need to make the group look as good as we can shouldn’t be tolerated. Like if this isn’t what you truly want for YOURSELF why are you here? This group should be a big priority to you. If we could just separate those who are better fit for LNAV and then those who truly want to give everything for MW I think the group would not only be managed better, but would be so much greater. I know Mel feels like she wants to give everyone a chance because she wants to reach for stuff together and not leave her friends behind on stuff, but....that’s not professional. We still have LNAV. That’s where everyone’s home is. But Mystic Wish is different. I mean, logically speaking, everyone should have the mindset of proving themselves, wanting to grow and not let anybody down. To help make the group better, if you feel like you can't do that, if you cant do good on your own, then you shouldn't be part of it. A group needs members who can stand on their own. If your ONLY source of motivation is everyone else around you, you’re not gonna get far. And I feel like I have tried stressing this on multiple occasions but it doesn’t get taken seriously enough. How much time and money are we going to spend before we decide if members are fit for MW? Especially because KKP is asking us to be more professional and work hard and this event I believe is going to be so beneficial to us when it comes to not only being able to perform but our connections to other great people who can help us climb the ladder. I don’t think we have time to let people decide whether or not they want this. It should already be clear at this point.
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i need more money to buy little art
honestly tho feeling like for that ideal goal existence i’ll try get to someday, i’ll needa be making proper money comfortable and good so i can spend all i like on society 6 and other to buy shirts and bags and just everything to a house all in different art prints (mostly florals) bc just those pictures are  like everything i want but just so expensive. i’m trying to sum down like 10 to stickers, bc i wanna do up my laptop, but dedicating to a single decal (thats like 25 ON SALE) is too much esp since i love so much. so ive kinda decided to get a hard cover for the laptop just in case i break it, and just in case i do break my laptop that i can keep the stickers on the hard case and dont lose them to replaced parts. idk seems smart. ill probs buy a kinda shady cover off of ebay for 5 or 6 pound and then spend 20 on stickers for it :] since theyre on sale till 8 am today and its 3 am im probs just gonna settle and order them. might order cover tomorrow w my dad bc i need trust assurance. hes not all on board on the stickers so im just gonna go for it. theyre gonna be like my post cards. i buy so many every place. and no. not trashy postcards. i want art. i have so many postcards of paintings in galleries and so many from comic con art valleys (guess who wants to get so much more and 100% will) i love original art the most when its pretty to me and like everyone who sees it. simples okay but i prefer soft and detailed. excited now i can go to con and also be looking for stickers bc maybe ill get a few cool ones that wont cost me as much as the society 6 ones do. and then my laptop can replicate my walls, displaying all the art ive loved that ive been able to take with me (bc theres so much i obviously dont have on my walls) anyway im looking at these and making some small bc i suddenly realise this laptops got realestate. and the saddest thing w stickers (literally why i had one of those waxy paged sticker books as a child) is that i cant dedicate stickers to a single spot. its so much dedication. what if i buy a bigger sticker and it wont fit? what if i get the perfect sticker for that spot and it wont fit? (over lap i guess) how can i be sure i put them in the right spots to start with? augh i dont really wanna cover just half of it and obviously leave space bc that puts pressure on finding stickers and i might get ones i dont love. i cant get sick of any one bc itll be there  (joy of having multiple mean theres less getting sick of anything). anyway i think im happy w the sizes of these 10 stickers and can work w them (also for now i think im just gonna be going around the edges and leaving the apple logo as it is, esp bc it glows and theres already this shitty old smiley face sticker from my old psych teacher and i kinda dont wanna get rid of it, i just wanna add things around it so it doesnt look so: clean (actually dirty) laptop that a child marked as their own) 
anyway society 6 has random discounts all the time which is p rad and maybe the day im ready to invest in my own living space and dont feel obliged to check w my parents about just about any purchase, i’ll then subscribe to something thatll tell me what discount is on. that in mind, i think i’ll only get the 9 now, that hopefully wont cost too much, and leave a bunch in my wishlist, bc there’ll be another discount (this is 20% off everything)  and maybe that’ll be like 50% off stickers and boy then when my collection is underway you bet ill go for it. and like maxx sticks on their sketch book, if i dedicate to a new book maybe ill get more for that and have a pretty thing to keep and reminisce over (tho knowing me, ill not use it much bc i have a need for pretty things to stay perfect and presentable, and i have a need for everything that i might show to others to be like near perfect otherwise its sucks and ill feel bad bc i dont wanna show it off to people. like my art book, sure i couldve made it all experimental and crap and then edited the real pages together on the computer. but no. i needed everypage to be presentable and pretty and handwritten and creative. and they must go page after page, its so awkward showing someone something and then going “oh wait now these few are empty sorry yeah heres the next page” so i baasically have  a book with mhmmm 20-26 pages of beautiful spreads that im quite proud of inside beautiful covers ( i knew id want to be presenting it for years to come) and the back pages are just...empty. and theyll probably stay that way bc i no longer have projects to be doing to fill them with. maybe one day ill grow into myself and grow out the fear of ruining what ive achieved and fill some with new projects to please myself and be an indepenednt artist not just a teacher pleaser. you know its like that with my work too, like it has to have a direction and a plan that will be achieved, and its terribly frustrating when that vision doesnt happen. but i think thats the same with everyone. 
anyway on a side note, dont you guys think its so fun and cool how ive not done my post labs that were due last friday? how every night ends up being 3-4 am until i go... mhmmmm yeah i guess nothing is happening. like i hope id bloom and do work at that 11pm-3am window and then i get here, suddenly having lost all track and sense of time and just sigh. its wasted, its basically tuesday already. have to keep telling myself dates bc it moves so weird. i planned on getting shit done two days ago. here we are regardless. and the most ill get done is get those stickers ordered bc that is i guess what ive been half focused on for mhmmm5 hrs. then ill save my 7 dollars or whatever, have stickers on the way, tomorrow order the case and thats one insignificant thing done. then the question will be have i looked at summer jobs? no of course not ive looked at ballet courses. shush. i havent showered for days bc theyve just slipped by too laying in bed, maybe tomorrow ill take a shower and pick up all the trash and tissues on the ground. maybe i will. i know i wont get real work done tonight, and already ill be sleepy till 1 pm and by then mom will be again on me abt sleeping to latesoo... yeah no point. and here i thought id make a quick totes relatable short post about how i need more money to buy stickers and maybe a brief my ideal life is to have enough money to spend on art being in every part of my life and all this  being unique so people love coming to my house and go wow its so original and cool. and that turned into a word vent thats so far taken me over half an hour. hi my batterys dying. 
lng story short, i’ll order the stickers currently in my basket after so much though, suck it up and do it and know that i have a bunch over in my wishlist for that next maybe even better sale when it happens. the only thing is im taking all the rest as transparent which for sure dulls them down (yeah white background looks sick but for some its just more classy w transparent, then theres this one bear i’m 100% naming wojtek thats in white bc i feel it’ll be best for him, and i guess having him in white will set that theres no clear rules to follow and worst case if it doesnt fit he can come chill on the keyboard side next to my mouse pad thing) honestly i cant tell if i should be getting them all in white and just hope that theyll look gorgeous no matter what. yikes 3 dollar shipping for stickers, ok itll actually be 19.62 pound and using euro card 22.50 in  euros.... am i dumb? maybe. and tho im supposed to be saving money up so i have some, i also did get birthday money sorta recently soo... birthday gift from them. first set of stickers. deep breaths ok. my parents told me when i bugged them that i just have to make a decision and not ask them all the time, and he said to get 3 stickers i told him id pick 12 so i think getting 9 is reasonable. also oh shit realising that the delivery time is 1-3 weeks and im staying here only 1 and a half more so i should really order it to scotland even tho it might get ther ebefore i do bc my parents might not rly want to send them up to me. idk ok order to scotland, thank f at least one of my flat mates is staying and tbh i should really bring her some chocolate... shes done me faavours. 
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Here we go guys, 
In the beginning, I just wanted to share the things I enjoyed with others, taking a quick photo here and there and posting them to my social accounts. Choosing to plan, edit and fake my entire existence on a social platform most definitely wasn’t a decision I made over night. Instead, it slowly crept into my posts, and began to control, how and why I posted. Now – I love my job. Please do not think that I don’t, I just believe that there is more than one way to do it (successfully).
As a social influencer, my life has basically become a mini photo shoot. I now view everything I see in a viewfinder, constantly observing my life without really living it. I know what you’re thinking, “Not living your life? It looks amazing on your Instagram!” Yes, this is true. My life DOES look amazing on my Instagram page, but would you be interested in it if it didn’t look amazing? Probably not. Behind every photo is my “fool proof five step photo prep”. I know that giving away these secrets may also sound like I’m resigning from the social media game, but rest assured. I am telling you all, my lovely and loyal followers, in the hope that this will allow you to see the posts you scroll through everyday in a different light. These posts may look simple, but they are planned, edited and critiqued to the highest standard. It is therefore important to remember that this is not real life, but instead how I want you to view my life.
1. Get Creative! Now, I know this sounds a little creepy but in order to get the PERFECT picture you must stalk, stalk stalk! The beauty of being a social influencer in 2017 is that it’s a competitive market – meaning there is no lack of users that are trying to be like me and look better than. Changing up my look and keeping my feed fresh is all that stands between one million followers and me. If you want to make a mood board on Pintrest than by all means, be my guest. But if you want to make a post that is sure to rake in the likes and have people in awe of your feed, than you’ve gotta be a little creepy and be prepared to dedicate a few hours to stalking your fellow social influencers.
2. PLAN, PLAN, PLAN! Yes, I know, Beyoncé may have “woken up like this”, but I can one hundred percent confirm that not one of my photos have been taken when I have just woken up. I like to plan a photo with at least one week in advance, giving myself enough time to plan my diet accordingly. Now, why would I be planning my diet? Because nobody is going to want to see a photo of me after I’ve been living a life of food with zero fiber and binging on Netflix. A full body cleanse is what will allow me to take a photo not only when I’m looking my best, but when I’m feeling my best. If that means I wont be eating anything apart water crackers for 12 hours prior, then so be it. It’s best to treat photo shoots like surgery, no solids before 6am, or it won’t be happening.
3. Practice Makes Perfect! This is a pretty simple one – practice how the camera will see you. Assess your natural stance and pose, and change it. There should be nothing natural about the way you are holding yourself. Every angle, from the shape of your elbow to the bend in your knees, needs to have been rehearsed a hundred times prior.
4. Tan. Again, this is a pretty simple one as well. It doesn’t matter what the content of the photo shoot is or the season, ALWAYS TAN. If you are lucky enough to have been blessed with glorious tanned skin, than kudos to you and your ancestors. However, for some of us, life is just not that simple. So, go to your local Priceline and pick up a bottle of Bondi Sands Ultra Dark and make sure you are bronzed to perfection. And always remember, everything looks better with a tan.
5. BTS “BTS” or behind the scene is the last yet crucial step in the making of a successful photo shoot. Whilst the actual taking and editing of the photos is vital to this process, followers want to feel like they are there with you. Dedicate somebody from your team (my mum has always been my go-to BTS gal) to SnapChat and vlog the entire day. Obviously you will get the final say on what your followers see, but giving a glimpse into what you’re working on is a great way to create hype and encourage followers to keep up with your posts.
So that’s it! I encourage anyone reading this to take this process with a pinch of salt and to pretty please keep in mind that you are beautiful with and without Instagram filters.
Message me if you have any questions babe xx
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