#she’d do numbers on here tbh

[wilberave]

wrote this for class and ended up liking it more than i thought i would

#my mommy said she likes it too :) #she also admited to raising me in a lab to write fiction that she will enjoy #she keeps bugging me to finish one of my wips that she’s obsessed with dhdjfjdkks #she was like ‘(the mc) if my favorite of your characters!!’ #and i was like what lmao he’s such a pathetic little freak #and she was like yeah exactly!!!! i thought you made him just for me!!! #then she told me about a fanfic idea she had #she’d do numbers on here tbh #she studied mid century british lit so obviously she loves all my Awful Little Men

[cyberels]

later, loser.ᐟ ᯓ★

˗ˋˏ 𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐌𝐒 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ˎˊ-

☆ ellie discovers the quickest way to get a girl underneath her

daily click! palestine masterpost

☆: sometimes i start writing without a plot in mind to get myself out of a funk and and and this is what i came up w lol so sorry if it’s doodoo ass

☆ warnings -> mention of blood, injuries, all that good shit that comes with skateboarding, probably really inaccurate skating talk, drugs, tbh probably really bad writing but bare with me here, no concept of stranger danger from reader when she sees a hot girl (ellie) for plot reasons lol

☆ skaterboarder!ellie yayyy she wears glasses because i said so &&&&& also ellie works at a vinyl shop and reader works at a bakery :)

☆ ☆ ellies playlist! ☆ ☆

u don’t have to listen but i made it to listen while i write and i thought it’d be fun to add

my masterlist

ellie was no stranger to making mistakes, she’s human, it happens… however, she usually doesn’t make this many stupid choices within the span of one single hour.

today, ellie was running late.

mistake number one.

she practically flew out of the door and hopped on her board, mumbling a half assed apology to her neighbor who she accidentally shoulder checked on her way out when she put on her headphones.

she’s probably going way too fast, but she’s been skateboarding for years, she can handle it. she still has the penny boards that she started skating on when she was 12 hanging up in her living room, right beside some of her other boards she’s had since then that she’s either destroyed or replaced. she weaved in and out of the people walking practically effortlessly, not caring if she was pissing anyone off, they’d live. she’d never have to see them again, anyways.

she opened her phone to turn on her music.

you, on the other hand, were taking your time; you had a good while until you had to be at work. you’ve created a habit of looking for ladybugs in the bushes outside your apartment complex after you noticed that the plant is home to many of the little insects. usually you just glance at the plant as you pass by, but today, you fully stopped to look.

unfortunately, you were unaware of ellie being just feet away from you.

guess you’re no stranger to mistakes, either.

granted, ellie would have had enough time to stop… if she was paying attention.

which she was not.

mistake number two.

you hear a string of curse words behind you. you barely manage to turn around before you’re pushed into the bushes by a girl who promptly lands on top of you. her skateboard rolled away pathetically. it’s almost like it was embarrassed, too.

if there had been any ladybugs, they were definitely squashed now.

you open your eyes slowly to find the other girl hovering just above you. her necklace dangles temptingly close to your lips as she pushes herself up. she's still on top of you, her face just inches away from yours. she blinks a few times, slowly taking in the situation. she seems lost in thought, the wheels in her head turning painstakingly slowly as she tries to comprehend what's happening and her part in it.

she’s taking way too long to get off of you, though, which only serves to frustrate you more.

“hellooo? can you get up?” you mumble through gritted teeth to the girl above you, turning your head to the side to avoid her gaze.

in hindsight, you probably should’ve asked if she was okay, but right now all you wanted to do was get up and pretend like this never happened.

you don’t even want to know how many people saw you fall.

“oh— oh fuck.” ellie stuttered, taking one last glance at you before she moved herself onto the sidewalk, not finding the strength to stand up fully just yet.

she grabbed her headphones that had been flung off in the impact. small scrapes lined the side of them, but at least they probably still worked. she put them around her neck, letting her head fall back in her hands. she took a deep breath, trying to get a grip on her emotions and the situation.

you sigh as you get up, and ellie can tell you’re mad based solely on how the exhale of air sounded.

“uh… you good?” you ask after an uncomfortable pause, eyeing the other girl. it was obvious you didn’t really care, but at least you tried to be polite.

you were still taking your time collecting yourself, brushing leaves out of your hair and wiping blood from your hands onto your jeans (thank god you wore black jeans today). you were definitely going to be sore tomorrow, but other than your scraped up hands, you were fine.

just really pissed off.

ellie looked up at you and then immediately looked back down, running her hands over her face once more. “yeah, i’m… good.”

you roll your eyes as you hold your hand (the one with the least amount of scrapes) out towards ellie, offering to pull her up. you can't help but feel pity as she sits on the sidewalk. not in a sympathizing way, but more of a "damn, this girl looks pathetic" way. she hesitates for a second, but then grabs your hand and smiles weakly.

“thanks.”

as much as you know that this situation partially is your fault, you’re still annoyed. you had spent so long getting ready today just to have some idiot push you into dirt.

when you speak again, your words come out harsher than you intended… not that you minded. “yeah. watch where you’re fucking going next time.”

ouch.

okay, maybe (keyword: maybe) ellie had caused the worst part of this, but she wasn’t going to sit here and take you blatantly being rude when you’re just as much to blame as she is. “maybe if you didn’t think you owned the sidewalk, i wouldn't have ran into you.”

you reach down beside you and grab her, now shattered, phone and her (also shattered) glasses. you raise your eyebrows as you look over the broken screen.

“maybe if you were paying attention.” you pause, wiggling the phone in front of her face. “you would’ve realized i stopped walking.”

she snatched her things back, she didn’t have a comeback for that.

her phone was fucked… usable, but the screen was shattered so badly that if she scrolled on it she’d probably slice open her thumb. small price to pay, she figures.

it’s not like she’s gonna buy a new one… but she would have to cough up the money for new glasses, though. damn it.

“why the hell did you stop walking anyways?”

you hesitate, looking back at the bush sheepishly, vaguely gesturing towards it as you speak again. “i— not that it’s any of your business— i wanted to see if there were any ladybugs on the leaves.”

“…oh.”

well now ellie just feels like a dickhead, because that’s actually really cute. that was not the answer she was expecting.

you continue looking away and ellie sighs, attempting to push past you to grab her skateboard.

mistake number three.

the second she takes a step, she falls into you again, her ankle completely giving out underneath her. you catch her, your arms wrapping around her hips as you hold her up.

ellie has never wanted to die more than she did at this moment.

her face was literally sandwiched in between your chest. she pushed herself back, hopping slightly.

what the fuck just happened?

“oh my fucking god. i’m so sorry. i– oh fuck, this is so awkward.”

yeah, awkward was one word for it. you stare at her blankly for a moment before you kick her skateboard towards her.

you could feel her touch lingering on your body like she was still there. if your hands were just a little lower you would’ve…

“its– it’s fine. dude, are you sure you’re alright?”

you sound more like you care this time, at least.

not that you do care, or anything,

just trying to make sure she wasn’t seriously hurt.

that’s all.

“i’m fine.” it was an obvious lie, but she was preoccupied with thinking about how she was going to skate to and from work if she could barely walk… she’d have to deal with it, she decided. there wasn’t any other option for her right now, she was already late.. “i’ll be fine.”

“very convincing.” you reply, looking her up and down. “you’re not seriously about to get on that thing again, are you?”

“not that it’s any of your business, but i don’t have any other choice, i’m gonna be late to work and this is all i have to get me there.”

you narrow your eyes at her.

no way this girl was reckless and stupid.

“what? you can’t be serious… you’re still going to work? are you an idiot?”

ellie doesn't answer right away, glancing down at her skateboard for a bit. you’re right, she should call out, but she hated the prospect of missing a day of work. money had been tight, even one missed day would be hell for her and her bank account.

“you gonna give me the money i’d lose if i called out?”

you opened your mouth to reply, but she was already flying past you, very clearly having a hard time but also very clearly not caring.

“don’t stop in the middle of the sidewalk next time, dumbass!” she yelled, leaving you standing in the same spot just watching her leave.

…and kinda wishing she’d come back.

just so you could get the last word.

when you walk into work, it’s unfortunately obvious that you’re pissed off, if the way your manager immediately asks what happened as soon as you clocked in was anything to go by.

you’re thankful for the excuse to rant, though.

“god, abby, where do i even start? i literally just walked out of my apartment and some girl on a skateboard slammed into me and we both went flying into a stupid plant. got a face full of bush and not even the good kind.”

“jesus,” abby laughed, picking a leaf out of your hair. “was she hot?”

“was she hot? is that seriously all you’re gonna say?”

“...well?”

“i hate you so much… but yeah, she was.” you admit, defeat obvious in your tone. you’re well aware that this would’ve been a lot easier for you if you didn’t find the dumb skater attractive. you’d been close enough to her face to see every detail… her freckles, her eyes, her lips— damn it. you couldn’t get her out of your head.

this felt like a sick joke.

abby clapped her hands together. “this isn’t a completely bad thing! did you get her number?”

“no, abby, i didn’t get her number. i was too busy trying to get her away from me because she was stupid and annoying.”

“you’re no fun, could’ve got yourself a skater girl.” she frowned. “are you okay though?”

“you should’ve led with that question, you know?” you huff, looking at the scrapes on your palms again. “i’m fine.”

“yeah, yeah. i should’ve.” abby tosses a pastry towards you. “here, for your troubles, on the house. go sit down in the break room for a little bit, you look like a mess.”

“gonna ignore the last part. thanks, abs.”

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“jesus fucking christ.” ellie mumbled to herself, hopping off her board before she opened the door to the small vinyl store she worked at.

“late again, williams— oh. oh wow. you look like shit.” austin, the owner of the shop spoke, nudging ellie as she walked by. he was wearing a stupid smirk on his face which made ellie more aggravated.

asshole.

“real nice.” ellie grumbled, putting up her skateboard and backpack. “sorry for being late, won’t happen again, i just— some people are so stupid, you know?”

“by ‘some people’ do you mean you?” he laughed, spinning on his chair. he mocked the way ellie spoke, doing a high pitched voice that sounded nothing like her.

god, he was a 30 year old man-child, but he pays her… so… whatever. she’ll deal.

“ha-ha. good one.”

“ya gonna tell me what happened or are ya gonna leave me guessin’?”

“what happened is people don’t know how to walk anymore.” she scoffed, taking stock of the money she had to count before putting it in the drawer. “so fucking stupid.”

“by the looks of it you don’t know how to walk anymore, either. you gonna be able to work? i’m not payin’ ya to sit around, so if i need to call someone else in…”

she glared at him, trying to see if he’d explode if she stared hard enough.

he was right though, unfortunately, ellie was walking like she had just learned how to. it wasn’t the worst injury she’s ever got from skateboarding, but it was definitely inconvenient.

“yeah, i’ll be fine.” ellie snapped, shifting her weight to her good foot to avoid making her injury any worse. “jesus christ, it’s a twisted ankle. i’m not missing a limb.”

“but—“

“drop it.”

he put his hands up in mock surrender, the smirk still on his face. “oooookay, okay. whatever you say williams. you were still late though, let’s go back to talkin’ about that. what’s the count at now? is this the fifth or sixth time this month?”

“i’m sorry, i’m sorry. shit’s hard when you don’t have a car.” ellie sighed, punching in the numbers on her register. “i’ll do better. today was not my fault, though.”

“am i gonna have to be more strict with you? everyone else shows up on time, you know?”

“yeah, yeah. whatever.” ellie rolled her eyes, trying to focus on work and push the pain out of her mind. “everyone else has a car.”

ellie really did not like austin. his whole holier-than-thou attitude irked her to no end.

still, it beat being jobless, so she knew she shouldn’t complain.

“don’t let it happen again.”

“i won’t, i swear. i’m really sorry.”

“right, okay, i’m gonna go to the bathroom real quick, you alright out here?”

she bit her tongue, holding back a groan.

austin ‘going to the bathroom’ was his way of saying that he’s gonna get really fucking stoned and then sit around and do nothing all day. this was a daily occurrence, at this rate.

“yeah, yeah, i’m good.” ellie mumbled, shoving away the annoyance she felt when he walked past her.

austin was a dickhead, but he was never outright mean, not really. he just… he thought he was better than everyone. a classic ego-centric prick.

as much as she hated him, she did like having a job— and being able to afford a place to sleep at night.

“ohhh, ellie, i gave you more shifts, like you asked.” he said before he walked out, smiling at her. “take a look at the schedule when ya get the chance.”

he has to be kidding.

she’s been begging for more shifts since god knows how long ago, and he decides to give her more now? when she doesn’t even know how she’s gonna be able to make it to work?

amazing. just what she wanted!

“great.” ellie muttered, shooting him a glare even though he was already gone. “more hours that i don’t know how the hell i’m gonna get to.”

she shook her head, austin wasn’t worth getting this pissed about— especially when he did try to do what she asked.

the store was never busy in the morning, so she sat in austins chair, finally taking a second to herself. she went over her options on how this was going to go.

she could have asked dina for a ride, if dina wasn’t off on some work trip about three hours away for the next two weeks, taking her and jesses shared car with her.

terrible timing.

she’d take public transportation if it was reliable and also if she didn’t have a few bad experiences with it already.

that wasn’t really a good option.

uber was definitely not an option. she already was going to have to buy new glasses and eventually pay for her phone to get fixed, she wasn’t about to drop $50 a day on ride.

she was screwed.

nothing was working out for her right now— the universe was laughing at her, just like it always did.

she wanted to kick and scream, but that wouldn’t help anything, plus she wouldn’t be able to kick very well right now.

oh well… she’d be fine, she’d just have to push through it.

her phone buzzed in her pocket and she winced when she seen the cracked screen again, it was so wrecked that it barely let her type in her password.

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was ellie stupid for agreeing to go out of her way when she was already struggling to walk? yes.

does she care? no.

jesse was a good guy, he’s done a shit ton of favors for her, so this was the least she could do.

she’d never been to the bakery, but she always smelled it when she’d pass by, and it always looked like it’d be good. she did deserve a little treat after the day she had, anyways.

thank you jesse and jesse’s money.

when ellies shift is over, she feels so much worse than she did earlier, and austin repeating that ellie looked like shit over and over again wasn’t helping.

ugh.

“you’re a wreck, williams—“

“—goodbye austin, byeee. i’m leaving, out the door, shifts over. see you tomorrow.” she slammed the door shut, letting out a frustrated sigh as she got on her board again. “god. fuck off.”

the bakery wasn’t far, it was literally right across the street, but it felt like it was miles away to ellie. she leaned on the wall for a second to catch her breath before she walked inside.

it was a cute shop, one of those places you see on pinterest or instagram, with the led light signs and fake plants, it was actually really nice. she doesn’t know why she never came here before.

“let me know if i can help… oh god. it’s you.”

she looks over at you and she starts to wish the fall had just killed her on impact.

“please… pretend like this morning didn’t happen. i don’t want to deal with arguing right now.” ellie sighs, not giving you time to reply to her before she goes into saying her order.

she looked at your name tag as she paid, she could barely see what it said, her eyes squinting slightly as she tried to make out your name.

you scribbled little smiley faces and stars around your name, which was cuter than ellie would like to admit.

“go sit, i’ll bring your stuff to you after i box them, ‘kay?”

“i can wait here.“

“sit.”

“fine.”

she sat at one of the booths, attempting to use her phone without losing a finger. she wasn’t even paying attention to the content, just scrolling mindlessly as the memories of this morning replayed in her mind over and over again.

she was hoping to never see you again.

maybe coming here was a mistake.

“here.” you say after a few moments, placing the boxes on the table. “enjoy.”

you were being kind, but she could read behind the curtness of your tone.

you thought she was dumb. she could always tell by the way you talked to her; that look of disdain on your face.

“thanks.” she said, and then the silence took over again. it was obvious that neither of them wanted to start another conversation after the way the last one ended.

ellie couldn’t help but notice how just scraped up your hands were. you had bandages on them, but the blood that seeped through was bright red, like it was demanding to be looked at.

demanding ellie to feel bad for what she did.

damn it, she really should’ve just paid attention this morning.

would’ve saved her a lot of trouble.

she got up, sucking her teeth and hissing as she shifted her weight. she leaned on the table for balance as a few curse words left her mouth.

“god, you’re the dumbest person i’ve ever met.” you declared, confirming her suspicions.

she scoffed, trying to shake the pain away from her ankle.

man, this sucked.

“shut the hell up.” ellie snapped. “you don’t have to be so snarky, you know? i’m already dealing with the consequences of my shitty morning, you can drop the whole, ‘i’m better than you’ bullshit. if you listened earlier, you’d have known i said that i have no other choice.”

“i did listen, idiot. i don’t mean to sound like i’m trying to be better than you, okay? i’m sorry. but you seriously don’t have anyone that can help you out? do you have friends?”

“i have friends, asshole. they’re just either busy or i don’t want to inconvenience them. what’s it matter to you anyways?”

you don’t really have an answer, you’re not sure why it matters. maybe it’s because ellie looked really miserable, or maybe it’s because it had been partially your fault that she’s hurt… or maybe both. but you couldn’t shake the feeling of guilt about the situation she was in.

“i have a car.”

ellie paused, looking up at you. she wasn’t sure if she heard you correctly, or if this was just some weird, shitty joke.

“okay? congratulations?”

“don’t make me spell it out.” you reply, annoyance clear in your tone. “i’m saying, you’re obviously hurt, and it’s kinda my fault, so… if you needed a ride…”

“no.”

“don’t be stubborn. look, i get it, we’re not on the best terms right now, but i can’t just let you go like this without at least offering, y’know? plus, you seem like you could use the help.”

ellie’s mind was screaming at her to accept— it was logical. you offered a ride, she needs a ride, she should accept your offer.

“i could be a serial killer for all you know. you don’t even know my name.”

“yeah, okay. you? a serial killer? i’d just run away. not like you’d be able to chase after me.”

“hey, i can run pretty damn fast, you know?” ellie hissed. if she wanted, she could definitely chase you down… but she’d rather not do that at the moment. that was probably not a great idea. “hell, i could be an axe murderer.”

“what’s your name?”

“huh?”

“are you dumb?”

“…it’s ellie.”

“‘kay, ellie, now i know your name and if you’re observant— which i doubt but i’m gonna play devils advocate— you know mine. nice to meet you. now we know each other. i’m not gonna sit here and play 21 questions, do you want me to take you to your place or not?”

“what if you kill me anyways?” she asked, she was kidding, she just wanted to piss you off.

“i am not gonna fucking— you know what, you’re annoying. never mind.”

“wait. i’m sorry.”

fuck.

maybe this whole thing about you wasn’t so bad. you were just— abrasive.

she swallowed, forcing herself to stay calm. “i’ll take a ride.”

“what’s the magic word?”

“die.” ellie hissed. “you’re not funny.”

“almost! that’s four words. do you want a hint?”

ellie stared at you blankly for a few seconds before answering. “i am not saying please.”

“you just said it.” you grinned. “look, i get off at 6:30, that’s like… 20 minutes from now, if you don’t mind waiting. i’ll come get you when i’m off, sound good?”

“yeah. that sounds good.”

this is such a bad idea.

#max writes ☆ #btw #ladybugs symbolize positive change #and luck #will make a part 2 eventually maybe i’ll actually finish this series #ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #the last of us #tlou #ellie williams x y/n #ellie williams x you #wlw #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams x f!reader #sorry i know jesses ooc but i rewrote it like 10492 times i can’t get it to sound good

[strniohoeee]

Web Of Desire Pt. 2

Pairing: Chris Sturniolo X Female Reader (part 1)

Synopsis: Chris thinks he can escape the grasp of Y/N, but she’s always two steps ahead. The heart wants what it wants, and she will stop at nothing to have it🗡️

Warnings⚠️: Psycho Y/N, manipulative Y/N, death threats kinda??. Toxic Y/N. Tbh I think that’s it just a whole lot of crazy bitch!

Song for imagine: He Needs Me- Punch-Drunk Love, Tarantula Girl- Violent Vira

Tags: @eyelessdemon @sleepysturnss @megamett44-lover @breeloveschris @mattslolita @dsturniolo @ellie-luvsfics @sturniolosstar @mayhem-72 @vicxzc @creamoncreamoncream2

I won’t know why I knew he needed me

It could be fantasy, oh

Or maybe it’s because

He needs me, he needs me

He needs me, he needs me

It’s been a month since Chris was left in that bathroom. Confused, angry and annoyed. He did not like Y/N. She was a friend, but ever since her psycho antics he couldn’t bear the sight of her. Nick and Matt still loved her because she played the normal girl act a bit too well.

Y/N however couldn’t be more ecstatic. Her mornings became brighter as she’d awake with a smile on her face. Smelling her roses in her bedroom. Encased in a beautiful pink vase with a bow wrapped around them. Signed “from Chris” on the note attached. A note she of course placed on those roses that she purchased herself. Singing and dancing like a cheesy 80s movie. She felt on top of the world.

Spending most of her days with Nick, Matt and Chris. Getting to force words out of Chris’ mouth because he couldn’t ignore her infront of his brothers. She very well used this to her advantage, often placing her hand on him, offering him compliments and even cornering him at times.

Chris wanted nothing more than to block her number, her socials and honestly from his life completely, but he couldn’t. And because of this he knew she was feeding off of it. Calculating her moves perfectly and Chris caught himself in her webs time and time again.

Heading into his bedroom after showering, a towel hung on his waist as he dried his hair with a towel. Lowly rapping some Lil Skies song as he opened his bedroom door. Flicking on the lights and shutting the door behind him. Trotting over to his full length mirror, looking up to catch Y/N sitting on his bed.

“What the fuck are you doing?” He asks turning around to face her

“No way to talk to your pretty girl” she says pouting at him

“Not my pretty girl” he states bluntly

“That towel is hanging awfully low” she states biting her acrylic nail flirtatiously

Looking down to realize what he was wearing he grabs onto the towel and rushes into his closet. Rummaging through his clothes to find an outfit.

“Why are you here?” He asks the girl

“Well we have a party to go to don’t we?” She says giggling

“I have a party to go to not you” the boy states as he grabs a pair of pants

“Well Nick invited me as well, so looks like it’s our party” she says to him

“Can’t you just go away. Take the hint and leave me alone” he replied angrily

“I told you Christopher….you're stuck with me for good” she says laughing once again

“Stay the fuck away from me tonight, or so help me I’ll-“ but he was cut off by the young woman

“Or you’ll what? You think you can threaten me? Please I’m the master manipulator here you can’t use my own tactics against me” she says dryly

Emerging from the closet with his outfit on and his socks and sneakers in hand. Rolling his eyes at the girl as he sits at the edge of the bed.

“Sick bitch” he says under his breath

“Awww Chris” she says crawling over to him and placing her hands on his shoulders

“Get off of me” he says as he shrugs her arms off of him

“Play nice” she says through gritted teeth as she sinks her fingers into his shoulders harder causing him to wince

“Just one night. Leave me alone” he says shaking his head

“Behave and I’ll make all your wishes come true” she replies placing a kiss on the back of his neck

“I don’t have to abide by you” he says as goosebumps form against his skin

“Can’t say I didn’t try” she replies with a smile getting off his bed and heading towards his door

“I promise to leave you alone” she states as she begins to walk out

“Thank you” he says as she walks out and shuts the door behind herself

However Y/N didn’t plan on playing nice. She loves the chase and honestly Chris was the best candidate for that. An evil plan was cooking up in her brain as she skipped up the stairs to wait in the living room. If he wanted to play hard to get then so be it, but he better be watching his back all night.

Y/N knew she was a difficult girl and she had a tiny bit of an obsession problem, but all she wanted was to be loved. Anger and jealousy began to bubble inside of her as she sat in the back seat with Nick as they headed to the hills. Chris and parties equaled one thing….shitty hookups and that made her stomach twist. If he just listened to her and claimed her as his then she wouldn’t have to ruin his night.

“You okay girl?” Nick asked Y/N, taking into note how fast her leg was bouncing

“Yeah…sorry I was just thinking” she replied smiling at the boy

“Thinking about all the boys you’re gonna pull tonight?” He asked her laughing

“Something like that” she said back laughing with him

“I heard Larray has a friend who’s been super interested in you lately” Matt says from the driver seat

“Really?” Y/N asks almost upset that her plans will be ruined by having to escape from this random guys attempts all night

“Yeah right, you wish” Chris says sucking his teeth

“What’s wrong? Jealous?” Y/N asks the young man with her arms crossed over he chest

“In your dreams” he replied laughing at the girl

“Funny coming from you” she says, almost hinting at something. Which causes Matt to look at her through his rear view mirror

“The fuck are you talking about?” Chris asks her defensively

“Why are you getting so defensive? Not like we did anything Chris. I was simply referring to the fact you think you can get any and every girl” she said smiling at him evilly

Chris stood quiet and Y/N knew she won that argument. He was too afraid to open his mouth, scared he might incriminate himself in front of his brothers. But the silence coming from him was already doing that.

Pulling up to the rooftop party Matt hands his car over to valet and they head up. Immediately dispersing to talk to their friends. Y/N grabbing a drink from the bar as she walked around. Planting her eyes on everyone and her ears as well. The amount of girls whispering about her Christopher almost made her lose it, but she gripped her glass harder and found a corner to sit in.

Sitting in the far back by the glass, looking to her left as she watched LA from above. She thought to herself what if I just accidentally pushed Chris over….because if she can’t have him no one could. Or maybe herself? Smiling at the guilt she knows Chris would feel. Immediately her twisted thoughts were interrupted by a clearing of someone’s throat.

Hoping it was Chris, but disappointed when a rigid boy with black hair stood before her. Immediately fixing her dead gaze, and planting a smile on her face.

“Y/N?” The young man asked her

“That would be me” she replies smiling

“I’m Johnnie….Johnnie Gilbert” he says sticking his hand out for her to shake, accepting his handshake she begins

“Nice to meet you Johnnie, I take it your larrays friend?” She says as he sits down across from her

“Uhh yeah” he says laughing shyly

On any other occasion this would be the exact guy she would obsess over. He was emo, rigid, and mysterious. Except now there was one small problem…. It was Chris who she only cared about.

Engaging in conversation with him and hoping Chris was looking her way. As they spoke her gaze often shifted to that of her surroundings. Looking for her man and only to see him engaged in conversations with a girl. A very pretty girl at that….she hated to admit things like that, but she choked back a scoff.

Her issue was that he could care less about Y/N right now. Looking deep into the mystery girl's eyes and laughing. Actually not even looking anywhere but her. What a slut Y/N thought. Doesn’t she know that he’s hers?

“Johnnie it was great talking with you and you’re a great guy, but I’m kind of seeing someone right now” she says smiling at him

“Oh…I’m so sorry I didn’t know! But consider me a ghost. I’ll catch you around” he says laughing playfully as he waves her goodbye

Smiling at him as he walks away before dropping it. Looking back over to Chris and the girl. To her surprise Christopher was gone. A wicked smile growing on her face.

“Oh would you look at that I need another drink” she states looking at her half full cup. Tossing the rest of the drink over the ledge not caring if it landed on someone.

Standing up and smoothing out her dress before moving through the body’s littering the surrounding area. Trotting over to the bar and standing next to the mystery girl. Waiting for the bartender to come over she looks over at the girl.

Hmmm she looks cheap, she thinks to herself… classic Chris.

“I love your dress” Y/N states to the girl, she looks over and smiles at her

“Thank you” she says nodding her head at her

“Where from? Forever 21?” She asks her cocking her head to the side

“Uhh no Chanel” she states a bit offended

“Hmm” Y/N says looking her over again before motioning the bartender over

“May I have an apple martini please extra sour” she says batting her lashes at him, and he nods a small blush planted on his face

“Hey you wouldn’t say you know where Chris is right?” The girl asks Y/N as she looks back over at her

“Like sturniolo?” Y/N says

“Yeah him” the brown eyed girls says with a smile

“I wouldn’t know we kind of separate at events like this” she says as the bartender slides her drink over to her

“Oh? You came with him?” The girl asks her

“Oh yeah that’s my boyfriend” Y/N says taking a sip of her drink

“Boyfriend? He didn’t say he had a girlfriend” she says furrowing her brows

“Why would you think he came to talk to you as anything other than just being friendly?” She asks the girl as she cocks her head to the side

“Excuse me?” She replies getting offended

Pulling the brown eyed girl in towards her before placing her mouth by her ear.

“I suggest you back off of him” she says with a smile on her face before pulling away

“Or what?” She says laughing

Y/N’s face drops and her eyes go cold. Swiping her tongue over her teeth.

“Follow me” she says to the girl like she has a secret

The girl gets up and follows Y/N to the edge of the rooftop. They both look over at the city.

“Girl to girl, do not go for Chris trust me he’s no good” Y/N says light heatedly

“What do you mean?” She asks her

“He's a major fuck boy and you’re too pretty to get hurt by him trust me. He ruined every girl he’s ever came into contact with” y/n says in a gossip tone

“Wait I thought he was your boyfriend” she replies leaning in to hear her better

“Not yet, but soon to be” Y/N replies back to her as she takes another sip from her drink

“You’re a psycho bitch” she says backing up a bit

“What is it with everyone calling me out of my name? I’m Y/N” she says sucking her teeth and looking up

“I’m going to find Chris” the girl states, but before she could walk away Y/N grabs her

“This ledge is awfully low and we’re awfully high up. I’d say about 100 feet? It would be a shame if an accident occurred…..drunk ol you slipping over the ledge…..don’t you think?” Y/N asks the girl with a devilish grin and excited eyes as her grip became firmer

“WOAH Y/N” Chris says suddenly appearing next to her

“What’s going on with her?” The brown eyed girl says

“I’m sorry she drinks way too much and just talks crazy. She’s super protective over my brothers and I. I’m so sorry” Chris responds to the scared girl

“She’s a psycho” the girl says backing up

“Oh don’t worry it’s just the alcohol speaking! I’ll catch up with you later” he says to girl

He grabs Y/N roughly by the arm and drags out into the lobby. Walking all the way to the end where nobody could hear them. The party was so loud all you could hear was the muffled music and feel the vibrations even at the end of the lobby.

“What the fuck is your problem?” Chris asks her as he roughly throws her back

“There’s no problem baby” Y/N replies sipping her drink as she batted her lashes at him

“Do you know how fucking sick and demented you are? You’re lucky I talked that girl down because this is LA where people know people. If she wanted to, she could have you wiped from everything.” Chris says blinking at her

“That doesn’t scare me” the woman responds shrugging her shoulders at him

“You think I love you and I don’t, get that out of your thick skull. Jesus Y/N you threatened to kill a girl because of your sick obsession with me” he says tapping the girls head

“I wouldn’t have to do that if you’d stop playing hard to get and just be with me” Y/N states finishing her drink

“I can’t be with someone like you, you’re not okay” he says scoffing

“But I am Chris, I’m just crazy about you is all” The girl states innocently

“That’s a lie! You have this image of yourself that’s so fucking sweet and innocent. But it’s bullshit” he says laughing dryly

“How dare you” she says gasping at him

“You think I want all these other girls, and you’re going to do whatever it takes to destroy that” he replies to the girl

“This isn’t about you being a good person and looking out for me or these other girls because I’m a fuck boy, this is about getting what you fucking want” he says stepping closer to the girl

Y/N was truly taken aback by Chris. He usually bit the bullet but for some reason tonight he was letting her have it. She couldn’t figure out why. Might’ve been the innocent threat to that girl….so sad he was there to overhear it.

“You know what you don’t realize Chris? Is that I don’t care what happens to me. I don’t care how angry you get. You’re not good for any of these girls and they’re not good for you, and I will do everything I can to prevent it” Y/N states getting angry but mostly hurt

“Jesus Christ Y/N” he says rubbing his hand over his face

“Truth is I’m not a good person, but all I want is to feel loved…. i just want to be seen” she says as a few tears threaten to fall

“Stop the fucking crocodile tears. This is bullshit” he says rolling his eyes at her

Not biting at her tactics, her face drops and she becomes angry again. From a young age Y/N knew she wasn’t “normal”, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t act it. But everyone’s a little bit crazy right?

“But just give me one chance” she pleads to the boy

“Listen, yes there are many cool things about you, but this weird panning over me is not one of them. I think it’s time we part ways. It would be best for you” he says turning on his heels a bit

Y/N throws her empty glass, the shattering causing Chris to turn back around.

“I DIDNT DO ANYTHING WRONG. WHY ARE YOU LEAVING ME IF I DIDNT DO ANYTHING WRONG. I DONT UNDERSTAND I THOUGHT YOU LIKED ME” Y/N yells as anger bubbles in her chest and her breathing began to quicken

“STOP THIS NOW” Chris yells back as he shoves them further into the corner

“YOU ARE NOT LEAVING ME HERE! DONT YOU UNDERSTAND YOU SHOULD BE AFRAID OF ME” Y/N yells as her eyes widen and tears fall from her eyes

“You are not blackmailing me into being with you” he states angrily

“No I’m not blackmailing you…. Blackmailing you means you have no choices, but you do have choices. However you can’t seem to pick the right one” she says to him

“THAT IS THE LITERAL DEFINITION OF BLACKMAIL. IF YOU DONT THIS IM GOING TO DO THAT” Chris yells at the girl

“I DONT CARE IT DOESNT CHANGE ANYTHING” she yells back in a high pitch tone. One that causes Chris to go wide eyed.

“THATS FUCKED UP” he yells back

“You know what’s FUCKED UP CHRISTOPHER? YOU CALLING ME YOUR PRETTY GIRL AND FINGERING ME AND THEN TELLING ME YOU DONT LIKE ME, AND GOING AFTER GIRLS” Y/N yells back at him with a pointed finger hitting his chest

“WHAT THE FUCK……WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU? WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU? He yells as he bangs his hand against the wall

Y/N backs up relaxing her body as she watches his freak out.

“Okay….bye” she states sweetly as she begins to walk away

But Chris stops her, grabbing her arm. And in that moment she knew once again she won. He loved her just as much as she loved him. A devilish grin plastered on her face as she stood with her back towards him. If he truly didn’t like her then he’d let her walk away.

This was the sick idea in Y/N’s head, but truthfully Chris knew she was mad. Not a normal mad though. But a vengeful mad. He knew if she walked back in that party she’d do something to herself or others. He needed her to calm down.

“No Christopher…. You made it clear you don’t want me” Y/N states bluntly

“I need you to calm down” he says

“I am calm. I’m feeling great actually” she says to the young man

“No you’re not I know you” he states as he pleads with her with his eyes

“If you truly knew me then you’d know just how much I like you. I don’t act like this ever. I’m just trying to get you to see that it’s you and I who should be together” she says giving him doe eyes

“Maybe I don’t know you then” he states shaking his head

“I’d never actually hurt you or harm you. I love you with my whole heart” she says rubbing his cheek with her right hand

“It’s just hard to see that when you want to cause harm to so many people around me” he says rubbing his forehead

“It’s just to mark my territory. Instill fear in people. I don’t want anyone taking my man” she says to him

“But nobody would take me” he says mindlessly

BINGO! She thought. Just like she knew deep in her heart Chris did in fact love her. She knew she was all he ever wanted, but was too scared to admit it.

However Chris was just scared and at this point he’d do anything to be with her. And get her to stop being psycho. If he had to be with her then so be it….

“If I go out with you will you promise to leave everyone alone?” He asks her

“Of course my love” she says batting her lashes at him

“I love you Y/N” he says looking at the girl before him

“I love you too Christopher” she says smiling at him before placing a kiss to his cheek

But there’s one thing Y/N knew and that’s you can’t outdo the doer. You can’t beat someone at their own game, especially if that game is manipulation. She knew he was playing along with her to keep everyone around him safe. She didn’t care because now that she had Chris nobody else mattered. He’d never leave her because he had too much fear in her heart at what she’d do. So once again in her eyes she won.

If you can’t get someone to be with you out of love, then get them to be with you out of fear. That guarantees a lifetime with the one person you’ve truly only ever wanted. Because you know they’ll always come back.

And that my dear is how you master the art of getting a man to fall into your

Web of desire……

The End

WHEWWW CHILEEEE this bitch is crazy. But honestly me too🤞🏽. This is def the last installment of this series. But I can always make more psycho Y/N in other instances in the future. I love yall dearly 🥹🖤🖤

-J💅🏽

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[bella-rose29]

April Fool's! ~ a DTH special

here's the first of (I'm sure) many Deck the Halls specials! in honour of April Fool's Day I figured it was the perfect occasion to write a lil something about our Schmoopies (who love to prank each other)

I did take a teeny bit of inspiration from @tangledinlove's heart eyes series (which if you haven't read then go now! also I recommend everything on love's master list) and wrote this special through the eyes of Holly, George, and Lucy!

edit: I should add in now that you probably could read this as a standalone? there are some references in there that might be teeny spoilers but tbh DTH is pretty formulaic so you could figure out the plot just from the summary 😂

Warnings: one or two swear words, and I think that's it? maybe a spoiler in the form of Holly being there?

Word count: 1.7k

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enjoy the pictures of lockwood and Cameron being silly boys!

“Where is he?”

Holly looked up from where she sat at the kitchen table writing a shopping list to study the girl who stood in the doorway. Y/n had her hands on her hips and a frown on her face, and Holly felt sorry for whoever she was looking for. No doubt it was Lockwood, having forgotten an important anniversary or something, who was provoking the glare that had settled over Y/n’s features. 

“Lockwood?” Holly asked, returning her attention to the shopping list. She tapped the pencil against her temple while trying to think of what she was missing. 

“Yep. Have you seen him? I’ve got a bone to pick with him, the little shit.”

Holly snorted, then a thought popped into her head. She wrote down ‘tomatoes’ in neat print with her pen. “What’s he done this time?”

The other girl huffed and moved further into the kitchen, pulling open cupboards with a little too much force. “He’s pranked me! Hid all the toothbrushes in the house and now I can’t brush my teeth!”

“I- he did what?” That was such a random thing to do, and yet it was very perfectly Lockwood. “Why would he prank you?” Holly’s colleague stopped in her tracks, arms spread open with the cupboard handles in each hand, and slowly turned around. Instead of the initial frustration that had been on her face there was now confusion. 

“You… you do know what day it is… right?” Holly shook her head, brows creasing. “It’s April Fool’s Day? First of the month?” Realisation dawned, and she rushed to stifle her laugh when Y/n started glaring again. “Why is that funny? Lockwood hid all the toothbrushes, Holly! How do I brush my teeth now?! I had Weetabix this morning and my mouth feels all gross,” she complained. 

“I think he went out for a walk or something,” Holly answered, finishing up her list. “That was a while ago, though, so he should be back in a minute.” No sooner than she’d stopped talking the sound of the front door opening made both girls look in the direction of the hall. Shuffling noises followed while the person moved around, then footsteps grew louder and the kitchen door was pushed open to reveal the head of the company. 

Anthony Lockwood was many things: a great boss, slightly suicidal at times (although the number of occasions that he threw himself directly into danger had decreased significantly after the Christmas holidays), an excellent swordsman, and a loving boyfriend to Y/n.

But as Holly watched Y/n she knew that he was also in a lot of danger. 

“Ah. Hello, Darling. Holly.” He was wary, gaze flicking between the two girls as he stayed holding on to the door handle. Y/n’s eyes narrowed, and Lockwood’s attention was suddenly solely on his girlfriend. His smile faltered slightly, and there was a split second where both he and Y/n sort of… hovered, the tension in the room palpable. 

Then the chaos started. 

Lockwood turned and fled the room, footsteps heavy on the stairs, and Y/n was hot on his heels, yelling as she thundered after him. Holly could hear their laughter echoing through the house, and she let out a chuckle of her own as she stood up and folded the shopping list, putting it in her pocket. 

Her boss was going to suffer dearly for the rest of the morning for withholding the toothbrushes, but he wouldn’t be physically harmed. 

A thump sounded on one of the upper floors, something that sounded worryingly like a body hitting the ground, and pleads of mercy followed immediately while mixed in with laughter. 

She was tickling him, then. Going for the feet if she wanted maximum effect or sitting on him and going for his sides if she was smart and didn’t want him wriggling away. 

Holly picked up a bag and her keys in the hallway, and made for Arif’s. Hopefully Lockwood would no longer be a hostage by the time she got back. 

~~~

George Karim was normally quite forgiving when it came to Y/n, but printing out tens of pictures of Penelope Fittes was a step too far for him. 

“Why do you even want to do this anyway? I thought after the whole… ‘fake-dating-turned-real-dating’ thing over Christmas you weren’t fighting anymore.” He was spread in front of the printer in his room, blocking his friend from accessing it. Since getting back from her family’s house in the middle of nowhere a few months ago, after snowstorms stretched out their Christmas, Lockwood and Y/n had been annoyingly cute and coupley.

“He hid all the toothbrushes, George. He’s having a nap right now because I tickled him into exhaustion, so I’ve not got much time before-” she broke off when George tackled her to prevent her from using the printer. 

“Okay… well why does that mean you’re printing loads of pictures of Penelope Fittes? The head of the company we hate?”

“… Because I’m going to cut them out and replace all the photos in the house with them.” The pair of them stopped squirming and George pushed his glasses back up his nose to stare in shock and confusion at her. 

“You… what?” 

“It’s April Fool’s. I’ve got like… two hours left before midday. Please, Georgie. I have to get revenge.” He sighed, then released his grip on her. 

“Fine. But when he gets annoyed, you are not linking this to me. I’m not getting dragged into all of this.”

The two of them spent the next fifteen minutes printing photos and cutting them out, and when it sounded like Lockwood was stirring, Y/n sent George to keep him distracted. He penned his boss in the library where he’d fallen asleep earlier, spewing facts about the next case they were going to go on to keep Lockwood there while Y/n snuck around the house. He wasn’t sure how long he’d been waffling on about murder victims and Type 2s, but when Lockwood’s girlfriend tentatively peeked around the door he had to stop himself from visibly sighing in relief. 

“You alright, Schmoopie?” Where the nickname had come from, George had no idea, but Y/n was the only one who used it and specifically only when she wanted to piss off Lockwood. Lockwood himself knew this too, and George could immediately see the suspicion creep in. 

“… yeah. Are you?”

“Hm? Oh, yep!” Her grin was wide, and looked rather like a shark, and George wondered why Lockwood was staring all heart-eyed at her despite being suspicious. “Just been… finding toothbrushes.” It was Lockwood’s turn to smile now, boyish delight making him perk up. 

“Get any?”

“Eventually. Took me a bloody long time though,” she mumbled the last part, but the boys still heard. George snickered. Lockwood’s smile grew. “Anyway… tea?”

“Alright then,” Lockwood replied, stretching out a hand and moving over to the doorway. Y/n took it, planting a kiss on her boyfriend’s cheek before pulling him out the room. 

She sent a wink over her shoulder at George as they turned the corner and disappeared. 

~~~

So far, the pranks were one each. 

Lucy had noticed Y/n putting photos of Penelope Fittes in all the picture frames around 35 Portland Row, and when her friend had explained why, she had gladly joined in. Any opportunity to mess with Lockwood was an opportunity that Lucy took. 

Around half an hour after Lockwood had reappeared from the library, he still hadn’t noticed that all of the photos had been replaced. He’d spotted one or two maybe, but that was it. Some were more sneaky than others, and Lucy knew that Lockwood would be finding Penelope Fittes photos for weeks after today. 

Now she was sat in the living room with George, Holly, and Y/n, sketching in her pad. There was near silence in the room, the clock ticking and what sounded like suppressed snorts of laughter outside the door the only noises. Lucy frowned, glancing at the door every few seconds. After another minute or so of stifled laughter Lockwood appeared, mouth pinched to hide the smile on his face as he walked in and sat on the arm of his normal armchair where Y/n was sat. 

“…Lockwood?” Lucy asked. “Why are you wearing a hat? You’re… indoors?”

“Oh! Just felt like it! Thought it would be nice to wear something a little more fun. For morale, you know?”

Y/n looked up then, and gaped at the top hat perched on her boyfriend’s head. “You’re ridiculous, Anthony.”

“Yep. We’ve had this conversation before, Darling.” All talk died down after that, Lockwood occasionally murmuring a word or two to help Y/n with her crossword, and the members of the agency were at peace. At some point Lockwood excused himself to the toilet, and when he came back around five minutes later (they’d all heard the toilet flush) there was something slightly off about him. He still had the top hat on, but something was bugging Lucy. 

The same process repeated, Lucy looking up at him every now and then to try and figure out what was different and Y/n doing the same (the two girls had shared multiple confused looks), and then Lockwood excused himself to get a plate of biscuits. When he came back, Lucy once again felt something was off. The biscuits were passed around, crossword helped, top hat still in place, then Lockwood came up with another reason to leave the room. 

It was the fourth time he returned that Y/n appeared to realise what was happening. “Ohh, I see what you’re doing, Anthony Lockwood.”

“Do you?” he asked, innocent as a child. “I’ve noticed the photographs - don’t think I haven’t.”

“Oh, have fun finding them all. Why do you have multiple sizes of the same top hat?”

Lockwood shrugged. “Disguises. Why did you have so many photos of the head of the Fittes company?”

“Does it matter? You’ll be finding them for weeks.”

They finished their friendly bickering in hushed tones, Y/n standing up to let Lockwood sit down and balance her on his lap, and Lucy smiled softly at them. 

After wrangling the whole story of what had happened over the Christmas holidays out of the two of them, Lucy had spent roughly the last two and a half months teasing the living daylights out of the couple for their antics, but she couldn’t deny how cute they were together. 

She just hoped that the current poking in the sides they were doing didn’t turn into decking each other instead. 

Cut scene (alternative prank):

Now she was sat in her room in the attic, one leg hanging off the edge with the other folded underneath while she drew in her sketchbook. The creaking of the steps up to her floor alerted her to someone’s presence, and after a few seconds Lockwood’s head appeared, followed by his body. “Ah, Luce, thought I’d find you here.” He had something in his hand, shiny in a crinkly plastic bag. “I need your help to-” he broke off, mid-movement while he peered at one of the pictures on Lucy’s bedside table. It was of the five of them, Lockwood, George, Holly, Y/n, and herself, except in the place of Skull sat on the sideboard was Penelope Fittes’ face. “Oh for fuck’s sake. Did she put some of these up here, too?” Lucy struggled not to smile.

“Must have done it when I was in the kitchen earlier.” That was a lie, Lucy had done it herself. “What did you need me for?”

“Ah!” He lifted the plastic bag and grinned. “Doubloons. Not real ones, obviously, I bought them from a cheap party shop down the road. I’m going to hide them around the house.”

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[hoonzsn]

WAITING ROOM ! — “in sickness, and in health.”

01. BOO LET A GIRL DREAM 🍅

##SYNOPSIS — in where; yn sees jake at the doctor’s office every time that she is there, which intrigues her into getting to know him.

or, in where; jake meets a girl at the doctor’s waiting room, and is too afraid to ask for her number so he comes there everyday in hope to meet her again, and perhaps get the courage to ask her for her number.

The day had started quite normally for yn. Completing her daily, average routine for a random saturday morning.

Except for the fact that the other day her close friend, wonbin, had gracefully broken her arm due to his clumsiness by closing his car door swiftly on her arm that was halfway in the car. Which caused a loud crack noise to come from the broken bone.

So that’s why she was fully awake at 8 am on a saturday morning, getting ready for her doctor’s appointment which was booked by the one and only, wonbin.

He insisted on taking her to the hospital yesterday when he heard her bone quite literally snap into two, but her being her, denied him booking an appointment for the day, as she told him she could book one for the following day.

She rolled her eyes reminding herself of his worried state the passing day, a short giggle escaping her lips, which then turned into a groan as she felt the stinging pain in her right arm.

A muffled honk from a car could be heard through her closed windows, which indicated that wonbin was there to pick her up. Causing her to quickly grab her necessities and shove them into her bag, then rush out of her house.

The white frosty snow glistened in the sun as she walked on it, her shoes making a sound as they made an impact with the snow. The air came out through her mouth as she breathed out, her nose already turning pink due to the cold.

Her hand raised, catching sight of the boy looking at her, making her wave at him and smile at him as she came closer to the car. She opened the car door, sat down in the passenger seat, and spoke up.

“Please never close the door for me again,” She sarcastically said, staring at his embarrassed state, rubbing the nape of his neck.

“I was just trying to be a gentleman.”

She scoffed in amusement, the same smile still plastered on her face. “Well, that didn’t work out as you thought it would, did it?”

Wonbin rolled his eyes, a small guilty frown plastered on his lips, turning around to focus his attention back on the road before he finally started driving. “Yeah yeah,”

After approximately 30 or-so minutes, they finally made their way to the hospital, the receptionist kindly telling them to sit in the waiting room until their turn.

“I’m really sorry, but I have to go back yn,” Wonbin gave her an apologetic look as he looked up from his phone.

“Oh,” Her eyebrows furrowed together, staring at him in confusion. “It’s alright, don’t worry about it won.” She reassured him, smiling at him.

Wonbin patted her head carefully before letting her know he’d requested karina to come here instead, and that she’d be here any minute now.

She gave him a small nod, followed by another reassuring grin. “I’ll see you later!!”

Just as he left the automatic, white, hospital doors, someone else had walked in. His face quite literally glowing as he looked around. His eyes spotted her curiously looking at him, locking his gaze on her as he stood in front of the closed door that was opening yet again.

Yn’s eyes lit up as she raised her hand, waving over to someone as her grin grew wider. Which caused the guy to look at her confused and wave back. He turned around, confounded on why a complete stranger was waving at him,

Only to realize yn wasn’t waving at him, but rather at her friend, karina, who was furiously waving back.

AN — omg first chapter🥰 tbh i feel like im gonna do like some written parts for this and then some smaus cause i want yall to understand whats rlly happening !!

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taglist — @zuritastic @enhaslxt

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[moonlessdusk]

I LOVE UR MKULIA ANALYSIS CAN U PLS TALK ABOUT THE SCENE WHERE MK CALLED OUT JULIA FOR "LIKING" HER

Tbh I initially thought there wasn’t much to glean from this and I was MK clowning on Julia for the sake of it, but after rewatching episode 6 and 7, the circumstances are making me raise my eyes more at Julia (than I already have been).

So for context, Chris outed MK as a cheater in front of the rest of the competitors, which instantly put a target on her back. The teams merge and Julia and MK both lose their shot at individual immunity, but more importantly Bowie also loses.

Julia says in the confessional that she swung the votes by telling the former Rats that cheating was Bowie’s idea. I think the implication here being that Bowie was threatening MK with elimination if she didn’t do what he said and he did have the numbers to make it happen considering the hockey bros were in his corner and how easily he could’ve swayed the other teammates. I think given how the other team in particular was already on his bad side, they probably wanted him gone anyway.

So like, you could argue that Julia just wanted to keep her alliance partner in the game but she reiterated twice that her goal here was to get out Bowie. This is because he’s formidable competitor that has it out for Julia.

Now when we get to the day after, Julia’s line of saying she was sure MK was a goner at the last ceremony is strange. Even if we assume Ripper, who didn’t seemed bothered by the cheating, voted with Bowie, that’s still a 7-4 vote against him with 5 of those 7 specifically having something against Bowie or cheating, I’d count Axel being 6 because I can’t imagine her not caring. Realistically, MK wasn’t in any real danger after Julia pinned it on Bowie.

Maybe it’s a stretch, but it almost feels like Julia was saying what she did just because it was easier for her to phrase it that way as opposed to “I’m glad you’re still here.” Aaaand MK picks up on this immediately. I get the feeling that she’s actually one of the most perceptive people on this cast, maybe below Julia.

Now, I think it’s clear from MK’s tone and body language that she’s just being playful and meant this platonically. She’s basically saying “Why were you worried I’d leave? Because you like having me around?”

Julia’s reaction is… strange? It doesn’t feel like it’s proportional to what MK’s asking. She frankly reacting like MK was accusing her of having a crush on her. This is like a prime example of “if it was a guy and a girl, would anyone question the romantic undertones?”. Julia is just doing so much unnecessary nervous hand movement, not to mention her trying to stutter “no”. She seems to try to say “That is crazy,” before MK cuts her off.

Julia’s weak push back here at the very least proves that she’s fond of MK in some capacity. If she did just see her as an alliance member, a cold Julia that we’d come to expect would just say it. Like, not just give a form “no” but also elaborate that MK leaving would mean she’d be left to deal with Bowie on her own. There’s just no reason for her to withhold that if she didn’t actually like MK.

And assuming Julia did think MK meant “like” as in a romantic way, look at how her expression changes from anxious to confused and the way she lowers her shoulders and arms as soon as MK says “#BFF!”.

She lets MK just talk getting matching heart lockets and having a podcast. Before sarcastically saying that MK’s hilarious and hopes she gets eaten by something and walking off. You can tell by the way MK raises her brow that she sees the bullshit way Julia’s trying to play it cool because Julia still has that awkward smile as she’s leaving.

I feel like this interaction actually is a big reason why Julia feels so guilty about sabotaging MK later in the challenge. Maybe she actually does like the idea of being with MK after the competition now that the idea was presented to her, but she became anxious that she ruined the opportunity?

#mkulia #td mk #td julia #total drama spoilers #total drama 2023 #total drama reboot #julia total drama #mk total drama

[lovesickry]

- come out and play.

┈⋆⭒ daniel ricciardo x fem!reader [3.1k] ┈⋆⭒ part 3 !

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ⎯ find all parts here ! .𖥔 ݁ ˖ ⎯ contains: SHARING BED TROPE LOL .𖥔 ݁ ˖ ⎯ a/n: nothing tbh

you were slightly ashamed to admit you had spent the whole week thinking about Daniel, going to the extended lengths to stalk every single one of his acquaintances just to see the edge of his corner in a smile. you were rarely like this, blaming your heightened stalker (ish) behaviour on the fact that he was a kind of (major) celebrity because there was just so much more to stalk. fuck there was some good ones out there. highlights including a photo of Daniel stretched out on a yacht posted on landos story which physically made you squirm slightly.

highlights: lando norris 3 months ago.

christ, you think you looked at this image for a little over 40 minutes. throwing your head back to hit your headboard repeatedly, an action trying to rid the less than proper thoughts from your mind.

you'd told grace on Monday night everything that happened, her face immediately perking up when you mentioned it was. she’d nodded and listened to every account and to every little touch exchanged between you both and every time he looked at you. the time his thigh touched yours, and the feeling of taut muscle under his shorts. christ, you thoughts alone were getting more depraved by the day. his voice kept playing over and over in your head, in class, out of class, in the car, in the shower. christ it was so smooth, nothing like your accent, he made Australian slang so good and god you were jealous. you texted lando nearly everyday, giving photo updates of your life, yours considerably more mundane than his were. but you'd thanked your life for giving you lando, a break from the fucking incels in your course and the constant "nice guys finish last" that you got from the boys in your lectures or rather the British equivalent of eshays who thought uni was stupid but was using daddy's money and would make sure to always bring that up when talking to a woman. ever. lando was fun and inoffensive and kind and sarcastic and likeable and a fucking break from everything else. you'd already been over to landos house once this week, where you literally sat and played Mario kart for three hours and then went for a swim and then played Mario kart and then ate cereal and then made dinner and then went home. it was like being 13 again and spending days at a friends house, except it was a single day, but it was all day and it was so good. grace was always number one, but lando was climbing a close second. one thing you do remember from that day quite well though is when Daniel called him.

"oh wait hang on" he takes his phone out of his pocket, shaking it, showing you he won't be long.

"hey Daniel" your heads lifts at his name and lando notices, silently teasing you about it.

he takes the rest of the call inside and you kind of wished he'd given the chance to eavesdrop by you understood you would've done the same thing.

"I told Daniel that we were swimming and I could nearly hear his jaw hit the floor"

you know what hes insinuating, that the crush you held was a little more than obvious, but that he more or less may have felt the same. but where's the fun in acknowledging that.

"oh yeah? didn't know Daniel was that into you?"

"you know exactly what I meant and don't even try to mug me off cause he was staring at you the whole night, his eyes were practically glllluuuuueeeddd open the whole night just looking at you." "you should've seen his face when I joked we were together, pretty sure it was the equivalent to if I crashed and swerved and hit him in quali"

"you're such a dickhead"

"hey you would've laughed too"

you pretend not to but you slowly nod

"yeah okay"

"yeah exactly, plus hes like what, 10 years older than you. come on, just because hes Australian doesn't mean you have to go all incest-y on me"

you screw your face up

"don’t say. okay gross- not incest, and not 10 years older than me"

you pause

"just 7"

"OH JUST 7 WELL IN THAT CASE-"

"oh shush lando i haven't talked to the man since that night"

"hmmmmm"

"what does that mean?"

"it means what do you say to drinks with me and Daniel this weekend"

"really lando"

"yeah but don't worry I make sure he'll keep his distance from you and all that stuff."

"you suck"

"okay but I don't wanna third wheel so just for that night hands off"

your glaring at him.

"plleeeaaassseee"

"yeah alright lando, ill just feel you up instead, considering we're basically a couple" you joke.

"basically married."

"im telling Danny you said that"

"yeah yeah sure"

the rest of the week was calm enough, spent in your routine of uni and study and work and home. your mind had only been briefly drifting to daniel. your ex however was becoming a slightly concerning presence in your life. calling and texting saying he was in london and that you should catch up for coffee. listen. you ended things on okay enough terms, you thought. you broke up with him,

1. because you didn’t love him anymore

2. there was a 99% confirmed situation in whcih he made out with one of your friends at your birthday party. (he didn’t know you knew)

but him insisting to meet up was getting pestering and annoying, considering london was one of those places where you always end up seeing people you’d wished you hadn’t. the amount of times you’ve ran into a professor at a bar or on the way home, swaying side to side with grace or sitting hunched over your computer, 4th cup of coffee in a random cafe and your uncle just happened to be visiting and he just happened to have the time to sit down and disrupt your whole life and tear you apart by the end of it. christ. you had hoped he would leave you alone, because you defiantly didn’t want to see him. not that he was necessarily the most awful person , but he was just annoying and also probably only wanted to fuck you and then say something about how he needs to focus on himself. ew definitely not going through that again.

Saturday had come too soon and before you knew it, you were second guessing everything. the comments that lando had brought up rather lightheartedly had made their way to your head, would it actually be a problem the age gap? would it matter because he was a formula one driver? not that you were even in a relationship, or anywhere close to being in one. would this stop him from being interested in you? the thoughts plagued you until lando arrived at yours. texting you that he was there, you nearly backed out then and there. but you figured acting it was a bigger deal than it really was would make it worse. walking down the stairs, slightly buzzed was definitely an interesting feat. giggling as the fading light eclipsed the stairs and you stared intently at your feet hitting the ground beneath. clambering into the car quite ungracefully, settling yourself upright, lando turns back to you turning down the music and leans back

", way to make an entrance"

"always a performer" Daniel in the passenger seat pipes up.

his voice makes something inside you turn.

"your welcome, your welcome."

"are you buzzed?" Daniel says

lando looks at you and then at Daniel.

"what do you think mate?"

you just smile, eyes glazed over slightly.

"hey im not made of money and you have expensive taste, lets go"

you had secretly put grace on standby for the night, telling her that if the night went horribly could she please just happen to show up so you could hang out. she obliged, insisting that her only plans tonight consisted of a fleabag marathon she wasn't sure shed finish. you’d given her a hug and then demand she helped you pick an outfit , while also fervently hanging up the repeated calls from “thomas ex boyfriend don’t pick up”. they were racking up and it was honestly just annoying, he wouldn’t call you all day and then would call you ten times in twenty minutes. like dude. what? genuine curiosity filled you, because you were 99% sure he didn’t like you when you guys broke up, why would he have kissed your friend otherwise.

whatever it was stupid. he was literally stupid. you honestly couldn’t put together a coherent reason why you didn’t just block him. idk to feel wanted, god that feels pathetic saying it out loud, you needed to block him and you needed to fuck someone else. you had between him and now, but him just rubbing his little boy behaviour everywhere that had messed you up or something.

anyway, the conversation was flowing in the car on the way to the club, or wherever prestigious place lando was taking you and daniel tonight, you hung forward from the middle seat, sticking your head between both seats and propping your arms around the headrests on the 2 front seats. you had put a window down in the back seat as the car was oddly and painfully humid and you were enjoying the cold london breeze on your bare arms and occasionally bare legs. you’d arrived all too soon and clambered once again out of the car, although offered a gentlemanly hand by lando to which you dramatically accepted, not ignoring the way daniel stared at landos lingering touch on your waist. you walked in and were ushered straight to a booth, where you imagined you would be spending majority of the night. that and dancing. lando left shortly thereafter to get drinks and apparently mingle. stating that he knew people here, it was blatantly obvious that lando was trying to get you to make a move with daniel. painfully obvious, you just wished he wasn’t right about how much you liked him. his smile was actually killing you, tearing you from the inside out, fucking ripping you to pieces. this was an infatuation at this point. your eyes growing larger than life as he talked and laughed and smiled, occasionally throwing in a relevant joke but wholely just appreciating everything about him.

as he continued talking you found yourself drifting towards him, further into his side, flushed against him in the seats of the booth. staring up at him listening to him recounting the stupid motocross trick he did with his friends the other day and humming along. content, the week had been heavy academically and the break from statistics or graphs or the consequences of the recession. so this, was nice, you followed in with stories of your own adventures. though of a different calibre, normally stemming from when you and grace caught the wrong train in Paris and ended up crossing the border into Germany, which you now admit wasn't your brightest day and you still are absolutely dumbfounded on how exactly you did that. or the time in Austria when you went out for dinner and they spoke to you both in fluent fast German and you were too afraid to say slow down or I literally can only understand one or two words at a time so you just said, yes and thank you. this lead to you ending up purchasing a set-menu and living through an 8 course meal of which at the end the chef gave a you guessed moving speech, but you couldn't understand him because it was still in accented and fluent Austrian German. the way he looked at you as he mocked your own stupidity and embarrassment with those stories was one that you wished someone could've taken a photo of, so you could see the intensity. you could definitely feel it, but seeing it that wouldve been special. when lando returns much later, you’re slightly embarassed at your body flush against daniels, feeling caught. you move aside a tiny bit only to be met with a look from daniel that says. come back.

the night continues much like that, the banter between you all and a final announcement of

“let’s all sleep at landos!”

the slumber party joke you had made had apparently gone over their heads, as they took you seriously and loaded into a taxi towards landos vowing on doing a fast and furious marathon and sleeping on his couch. the more or less “party” had continued at landos, with you making drinks and the boys engaging in a somewhat heated ping pong match, you joined in and managed to beat lando, but daniel was another story. you’d moved inside as the air outside got colder and settled onto the floor in front on landos couch, putting on the first fast and furious movie, it became obvious that daniel and lando were going to have thoughts. commenting on every little thing mentioning how, “that’s impossible” or “as if!”

lando had fallen asleep comically fast, face buried in the couch pillows as you and Daniel sat on the floor with the doona.

"should we go and sleep in landos bed?" you ask him

"you really think that's a good idea?" he laughs

"no" you say in all earnest.

"alright, only if you promise not to kick me"

"deal"

"perfect"

you make your way to landos bedroom and am in shock at the sheer cleanliness even his bed was made, you climb into it, still slightly tipsy and offer Daniel a glass of water, to which he accepts. he climbs into the bed and when you return hes positively cosy underneath the covers as you place the water by his bed. you climb under the covers and are welcomed by the warmth and by Daniels scent.

you drift closer to him naturally and the hairs of your arm stand on end as you graze his arm, he turns to look at you, eyes drowsy and moves closer to you, closing any gap there was before. warm bodies now pressed together under the cool sheets. you turn your head so that its facing his neck and settle further into the pillow. you feel the way his hands keeps stroking yours and he throws an arm around you, his hand landing just next to your head, close enough to stroke your hair. with his eyes still closed he mumbles.

"you promised not to kick me"

#daniel ricciardo #daniel ricciardo angst #daniel ricciardo fic #daniel ricciardo smut #f1 #lando norris #Daniel Ricciardo fanfic #daniel ricciardo x you #daniel ricciardo imagine #formula one #f1 x you #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 fanfic #f1 fluff

[blaithnne]

Early concept sketches of Midnight Giant Lauren! You can see me figuring out the style, colours, as well as Lauren’s outfits, plus a little Hilda that I wanted to include but gave up on cause I couldn’t get her to look right.

Johanna switches outfits about 3 times in this comic, so I wanted Lauren to do the same. Also, since Johanna’s deerfox outfit in the flashback is based off one of her looks in mountain king, I wanted Lauren’s to as well! So one of these outfits will be repurposed for teenaged Show!Lauren in the deerfox later down the line, which I think is fitting because she’d be around the same age in the flashback as Comic!Lauren is here

I didn’t talk much about my design process in the original post, so I’ll make a couple notes on that under the cut!

Here’s the final product for reference-

Though Johanna changes outfits about 3 times in this comic, one of these outfit changes is just the same outfit but with trousers instead of a skirt. So I wanted one of Lauren’s outfit changes to be more subtle, keeping most of the same items of clothing but only changing the jumper!

In terms of her outfits, I tried to add a little bit of a late 2000s - early 2010s vibe, which I think makes her fit in a lot more

Whilst this style still features quite noodley characters, it allowed me to bulk up Lauren much more than the troll did, so I took advantage of that and started adding in juuuust a little muscle! But she’s still kind of twig looking, so I brought back the same trick I used in the troll and gave her a big ol’ pile of logs and a heavy axe to weild in one of the sketches just to show that she’s a strong girl. I swear I tried to think of something other than an axe but it’s surprisingly hard to think of heavy objects that a character would just be. Carrying around lol

Looking back at this design a few months later, the biggest thing I’d change is I’d make her look a bit younger. It’s a little hard to design a unique character when you only have two points of reference lol, one of which is an adult and the other of which is a child, so I think I made her look a bit too much like an adult, oh well!

One thing I kept though to help her look younger is her freckles, same as Hilda! I love freckles but I swear I never use them in character designs. This design feature disappears from Hilda in the later comics, but I wanna keep them for Lauren for as long as I can tbh…

I mentioned before that I thought it would make sense for Lauren to go through a couple different hairstyles before reaching her final one in these early comics - the designs in the show are based off the ones in stone forest, which was the most recent comic to be released at the time the show came out. The style and characters designs had changed a lot from the early comics, and one of my favourite things about reading through the series is seeing how the designs changed and progressed before reaching those “final” versions, so I’m kinda reverse engineering Lauren’s design process to get that effect here, and I think one way that’d be shown is through her hair. Here her style is getting closer to the final version, her fringe has been lifted so it no longer covers her eye, and she’s got more of a curl! But her strands fall a little differently, so we’re not quite there yet…

I struggled a LOT with colouring this one, and that’s because I got the colour count wrong! One of the most overlooked ways to emulate a style is to count how many different colours appear per character - Hilda The Series generally has 6, 2 for hair and skin, and 4 for outfits, though the number can change. I miscounted here and thought the comics had 4 outfit colours like the show, but they actually only have 3. Once I realised that it made things much easier, though I still sent a little over it with some varying shades of green in her shoes. These kinds of rules generally aren’t firm, and might not even be one’s the original artist is even aware of, but when you’re trying to emulate someone’s work these little things can make all the difference

Show!Lauren probably doesn’t play guitar, I’ve mentioned before that I think she’s decent at piano and I stand by that, but I thought it was fitting for Comic!Lauren lol

That’s everything I can think of right now!

#hilda #hilda the series #art #my art #netflix hilda #hilda netflix #digital art #fanart #doodle #drawing #Hilda lauren #Lauren hilda #hildafolke #Hilda comics #character design #hilda oc #oc #my oc #sketch

[summercourtship]

Hiii, I love your work!

Could I request something like prompt 96 (“You look a bit tied up, want me to come back later?”) and expanding on Jonathan being very excited about the reader being his patient at the asylum 😳

Thank you!  Okay, so what I imagine happened here was that Jonathan managed to get her committed to the asylum after the whole ‘helping Edward escape and keeping him in her apartment and also stealing medical records’. Does it make sense that she’d be committed? Not really, but this is also Gotham and he’s also very persuasive (see: Batman Begins). This backstory doesn’t matter but I like to have it. Tbh might have to expand this bc I’m obsessed with this (not me thinking about writing an AU of my own gd fic)

Warnings: dubcon, obvious power imbalance, restraints, possessive behavior, a solid mature rating. minimal proofreading.

stbotdi anniversary special

 Jonathan watched from outside of the cell, his face carefully composed and expressionless as he looked through the small window into the derelict room. Any passing nurse or orderly would think he was just observing the patient inside, doing his duty before deciding on her treatment. After all, her transition into the asylum had been shaky and he was her doctor. Not that any nurses or orderelies would be passing by her room, anyway.

Bracing himself, he entered the cell. 

At the slow metal creak of the door opening, her head lifted up off the bed, taking in his appearance for a second before her expression twisted into a snarl, her teeth bared. 

“Get me out of here.” She was carefully still now, though he knew her mind was almost entirely preoccupied with the restraints on her wrists and ankles keeping her virtually immobile. But she was being a good girl, staying still and trying to show that she could be trusted enough to be untied. He sighed her name, looking down towards the thin folder he had clasped in his arms which was labeled with her name and patient number.

“You committed some pretty heinous crimes-”

“Heinous, my ass.” She spat, dropping her head back on the flat mattress with a dull thud. “You know I don’t belong here, Jon-”

“Dr. Crane.” 

“Fuck you.” 

She’s lashing out like a fox with its foot caught in a trap. 

Jonathan blinked once at her, letting silence fall over the tiny cell again until the only sound was the slight hissing from the rusty pipes that ran along the ceiling. With his eyes, he traced the lines of the pipes around the room, his head tilted back so he wasn’t looking at her when he spoke. A perfected imitation of distraction, one that worked all too well on her. 

“You look a bit tied up right now, I’ll come back later-” He turned, lingering at the door handle and counting down the seconds until-

“Wait!” He looked back over her shoulder at her, unwilling to give her the satisfaction of completely turning around. She was struggling against her restraints again. He preened at the fact that even though she hated him- but only in that moment, she’d come back around to her infatuation- she was desperate to keep him in the room with her. Afraid of being alone. “Can you-” She fell back against the bed, exhausted. The sedative they’d administered upon her arrival must still be in her system, though it was clearly working its way out if her earlier viciousness was anything to go by. “Can you at least untie me?”

She’d put an affectation over her voice, something she’d used a few times when they’d been intimate before. Pitiful, pouting, pleading. Jonathan weighed his choices carefully, torn between the trust he would gain by releasing her with the control he would maintain by keeping her tied up. 

But then again, he had her here indefinitely. He had plenty of time to try both options, and more. No one wanted to be the one to defend the girl who helped the Riddler escape. Not even the Batman was coming to save her from the shackles she’d forged herself. 

Deciding then and there, he spun around. 

Jonathan could practically feel her sigh of relief as he sat at the edge of her bed, placing her file on the floor next to it, even though she was pointedly not looking at him. He reached down to her leg, running his hand down her bare calf. He could feel her shiver beneath his touch, though she was barely acknowledging his presence. 

He fiddled with the ankle restraint, moving his eyes from the leather strap up her body. She was staring at him now, her chest rising and falling steadily like she was carefully regulating her breath. Deftly, he undid the restraint before he could change his mind. But instead of letting her leg go, he kept it in his hand. He brought her ankle to his mouth, pressing a kiss to the tender skin before finally placing it onto the bed. 

Turning his attention to the other restraint, he repeated the process. Caressing her leg, undoing her binding, bending to place a kiss on her skin. She watched, the entire time, lips parted. 

He shifted, moving so he lay halfway on top of her, slotting one of his legs between hers.

“What about my arms?” She said, once his face was close enough to hers that she could get away with whispering.   

“I think I’ll leave them bound.” Jonathan whispered back, watching as her face turned from confusion to dread. “I thought about this months ago, before I even took you home that first time. Locking you away, where only I could get to you.” He brushed a stray lock of her hair away from her sweaty face, her eyes bewildered as she looked up at him. He pressed a kiss to her forehead, to the tip of her nose, to the corner of her lips. 

His hand moved down her body, briefly lingering on her breast before venturing to the hem of the hospital gown they had her wearing. He much preferred the gown on her than Arkham’s typical uniform, especially since it made it so easy to slip his hand underneath and find her clothed cunt, already damp from her arousal. 

Her legs, no longer bound, fell apart at his touch. Jonathan pushed the fabric of her underwear aside, exposing her wet folds to his touch. She gasped, a loud inhale, when he finally ran his fingers over her with no barriers to soften his touch. 

“Jon-” She stopped speaking at the sharp look he gave her, quickly correcting herself. “Dr. Crane.” 

He wondered if she could feel his hard length pressing against her thigh, if she could feel the way it twitched when she called him by his earned title. 

“Fuck me, please.”

Oh, he was glad to oblige her request. 

And he was even more glad that she had been put at the end of a seldom-used hallway in the asylum, so that when he fucked her so that the bed creaked against the screws it was secured to the floor with, that when her gasps became shouts, that when his possessive whispers turned into low growls, no one would be around to hear it. 

#this could have been much longer but I'm stopping myself from writing too much so I can do a lot of these #but this one was fun :3 #i take ur ideas and i run away with them until i realize maybe that isnt what you meant lmao #jonathan crane x reader #jonathan crane #scarecrow x reader #my fic

[sepublic]

TOH Gallery Nucleus Info!

            All right! The Gallery Nucleus livestream just ended, so here’s some info and trivia I found relevant!

         When asked what they would’ve liked to see in S3 that they couldn’t fit in, JBO said “more dates”, while Cissy replied merely “Detention”. Sarah wanted to see the kids go to school, and Shawn Responts suggested one of the demon kids visisting the doctor, and us learning about demon physiology that way.

         JBO continued his answer, saying he’d like to see the kids explore more via a road trip, with so many options; Maybe Maine where they’d be trapped in a lighthouse, or a haunted, mossy Charleston. The group joked about Hunter driving, or Vee disguised as an adult.

         Sam Bosma would’ve liked to see them visit a comic con and see some Cosmic Frontier stuff, especially for Camila!

         Cat Harman Mitchell suggested a grocery store; In exploring concepts for the Thanks to Them end credit illustrations, one idea was thrown out of Amity and Hunter looking suspiciously at a banana; Which, I guess that means the Demon Realm having bananas was retconned, Amity is also really sheltered, and/or Demon Bananas are much deadlier than human ones, hence Amity’s distrust. Gus and Willow would’ve been stoked by a bottle of mustard, which I find connects nicely to Gus’ ‘mustard ravioli’ recipe that he thought Camila loved!

         Eden Riegel said she’d like to see King visit the human world and become a youtuber!

         Amity’s witch outfit from the S3 montage was designed after Vivian from Paper Mario… Vivian is a trans girl, could this mean…?

         The Duolingo homage initially looked too much like Garfield, so they had to change it.

         In designing the Boiling Isles, they looked to Flemish and Dutch architecture, avoiding Gothic because it was too obvious and also complicated; Hieronymous Bosch paintings served as inspiration. The one thing that was too gross even for Dana was Latissa, AKA the Titan’s armpit, which initially had a lot more hair follicles.

         It was confirmed that in designing the Boiling Isles, they had this idea of the Titan trying to regenerate, hence all of the fleshy masses, body parts, too many bones, etc.! Which can I say, as someone who guessed and analyzed all the way back in Season 1A… I CALLED IT!!!

         JBO also mentioned that in early drafts, the show’s sixth episode (of S1) would’ve had Camila in the Demon Realm!

         Likewise, he revealed that Belos wasn’t always Emperor; Originally, there was going to be an insect ruling family, with the current ruler being Emperor Pupa. However, they were stuck in their cocoon and had yet to emerge because of Belos, who claimed to be the only one who understood why the cocoon screamed; They changed the idea as it was too complicated and weird. VERY reminiscent of the Titan’s will, the implication he’s still alive and trying to regenerate, showing glyphs, not to mention the giant heart in the throne room…

         Vee is around Luz’s age, at about 15-ish! All the kids would be entering Sophomore year, while Hunter is a Junior!

         According to Rebecca, Dana said the timeskip was a few months, and the exact number didn’t matter, because in the end the characters would still act the same. Tbh, I respect that; Writing the main story and keeping in mind what matters, really does take precedence over the little details in the back imo.

         Luz’s palisman egg is in her fanny pack!!! She took it with her into the Demon Realm!

         In regards to the QnA, the first question asked that for writing a show like TOH, where everything comes full-circle, what was solidified?

         JBO said that the main and only thing (and this can change!) is knowing exactly who the characters are. One of Dana’s great strengths is the cast, and having believable characters that you could know what they’d do in a situation. One thing that’s hard about TOH but helps make it what it is, is that the writers had to throw out a lot of stuff to get to what they felt was real and right. You go in with characters and think you know what they want and need, but that can change; It’s really about knowing what feels real. JBO also said that Dana had certain visuals/images she wanted for the ending of the show from the start!

         When asked what surprised them for making it in, even if it was too gross; Andy Garner-Flexner brought up the magic shop the kids visited and all of the references, like the Ness shirt. They also put some Pokemon Team Aqua and Magma costumes in some boxes too! Fun fact, Andy’s husband asked him to hide a bunny for him in the background of S2 near the ending.

         Surprisingly, some stuff would be gross or messed-up, and they’d make it even worse, only for the execs to love it; Like Flapjack’s death scene! Oof…

         The crew had to avoid religious connotations for background books, so a D&D manual called “Advanced Sinning” was cut. Showing guts was fine, but no Donald Duck; Shawn wanted to put in a Donald Duck easter egg, for the implication he visited the Demon Realm or was even from it. Copyright was the hardest thing to get past execs in general… They tried to get Disney’s version of Hades on Luz’s wallpaper, but had to settle for the videogame instead. Cat can’t believe they got away with Hollow Mind and Lilith’s ice cream scene.

         In regards to favorite fan theory? Sarah Nicole-Robles explained she didn’t know the plot in advance, so when she got the scripts for S2, she wondered if Hunter would be a homewrecker for Lumity, but was relieved and confirmed that no, he’s a SIBLING. Rebecca loved the Collector Luz theory, and JBO joked about the “Lego Eda” theory being right, their plans for a spin-off of her… Not to take it too seriously but this does remind me of my theory about the Collector turning everyone into toys…

         In regards to a premise for a TOH spinoff, Sarah said she’d love an MTV cribs one-off of the Owl House, a tour of the rooms. Cat wanted a Lilith show about her historian adventures; Maybe a How I met your Mother style flashback show for the adults as teens, and how they got to the point they are now.

         Andy wanted a Raeda prequel; JBO wanted to explore the deep past of the Demon Realm and the world beyond the isles. The characters would be unconnected to TOH’s on the surface; Different characters in a different part of the world. Rebecca joked about a Hooty spin-off.

         In regards to the hardest character to work on; For JBO it was Belos… He was hard to write because he’s from so many different places and lived lots of lives in the Demon Realm, they had to ask does he have a set slang, a way he talks? Does he talk like a colonist? Likewise, Belos’ plans and motives are a secret for a good portion of the show, so it was tricky figuring out how much to reveal and when throughout the show.

         Andy said that because he asked Dana, they changed the way they did glasses in side-profiles! This change can also be seen in Them’s the Breaks, Kid; Was he responsible for that too?

         For Cat, one challenge was how short King was; They had to go for the shortcut of him riding on shoulders. This is because they’d want to do shots of characters, but not show their feet, but King was so short he’d be cut-off; So they went for the “Pikachu solution” to keep him in-frame.

         When asked what their palismen would be, Sam Bosma said a penguin; Rebecca wanted a deer/elk, anything with antlers to stab with and use as a melee weapon in conjunction with magic. Andy went for a mole (which is also his fursona), JBO asked if anyone had a moth palisman? Shawn said he’d be a giant ground sloth, about the size of the Bat Queen, that he’d have to drag around.

         Cissy went for a honey badger, since it could get stuff done; Be mean for her when she’s too nice. Sarah brought up a puppy, dragon, octopus (this last one reminds me of Thanks to Them!), Cat would be a puffball cat; The opposite of Ghost’s sleekness, just fuzz and eyes.

         When asked what Hunter’s first day at Hexside would be like, JBO said that he’d simply “turf out”. Rebecca said he’d get eaten by a locker, as did Sarah; Rebecca explained Hunter would make the mistake of putting food into his locker, so the next time he opened it…

         Cissy of course said detention. Cat said Hunter would get lost; Rebecca said Flapjack would have to help, and everyone cringed because y’know, JBO said that was too soon.

         Someone asked how they approached fleshing out Camila through a dream sequence? JBO explained that from the start, they KNEW she was a good mom and wanted what was best for Luz, and not in a super wrong-headed way either. But at the start of the show, all we had was that she sent Luz to camp, so it was hard to reconcile this take with that action. It took a lot of thought, how did this happen? Everyone had their own experiences with their moms worked in.

         In the end, the writers realized they’re all at that part of life where you realize your parent is their own person and doesn’t feel any older than anyone else. So when they looked at Camila as her own person and not just Luz’s mom, that helped them make their breakthrough on her character.

         Andy brought up as another bit of Camila characterization was the background, and all of the queer community books she was reading; Not only does she support in one way, but she’s learning. And in regards to what Camila went through after Manny passed…

         In the background, you can see signs of things being unfinished in the house; A lot of things incomplete, boxes not yet unpacked. It’s like a stand-still in time; Camila couldn’t keep going with some of these things. There were still boxes at the end of the hall with the family photos, it was half-painted. Given the short runtime, they really used the background and environmental storytelling to flesh out Camila this way.

         When asked what coven they would be, Andy mentioned he thought of this answer in anticipation of that type of question, on his way to the event. He considered Oracle or Construction but decided on being a wild witch. Rebecca went for Abominations or Beastkeeping; JBO also wanted Abominations, so he could get to the bottom of what this thing is that he’s making, and talk to it; Is it bad to have it blown up every other second? Someone jokingly suggested what if Abominations were just Titan boogers.

         Cat chose Illusions, Shawn opted for Potions and Oracle. Sam Bosma went for a smaller coven from Covention, like the Tiny Cat Coven. Sarah decided Bad Girl Coven was a cop-out answer, so considered Plant or Beastkeeping, ended up really feeling the former today. Lilith would be Emperor’s Coven; Just kidding, it’d be beast-keeping to keep all eight-legged friends far away. Eden chose Bard Coven.

         When asked about the human outfits they liked, Bosma mentioned he loved the Cosmic Frontier ones; They always had the red and yellow in mind as a DS9 reference, but he still experimented with other colors.

         At one point, Dana couldn’t decide between two Gus shirts; So she flipped a USB drive instead of a coin, and with that opted for his Dinosaur shirt! Cat said Hunter’s wolf shirt was a vibe; Andy mentioned they ‘tortured’ Matthieu Cousin by asking for more and more costume variations, until he said he needed a break for his wrist. Andy said Amity’s fits were good, Sarah concurred that Amity looked so hot and was killing it.

         When asked if Flapjack ever tried flapjacks, Sarah said objectively yes. Rebecca figured he probably did; Andy suggested it was because of Camila, and Flapjack was told he was eating flapjacks too, but didn’t know if they were good.

         (This led to a question among the group of whether palismen had taste buds, which they figured only Dana could answer. We know palismen hate the taste of goreberries, so the answer is yes!)

         When asked what the characters’ zodiac signs would be… Dana prepped Rebecca with an answer ahead of time for this; She told Rebecca to tell them that Earth’s astrological calendar didn’t exist in the Demon Realm, they didn’t even have the same number of months. It’s a much more confusing system and they can’t answer that question; There’s thirteen months and 666 days, and the animals associated with each month are worms or other tube-shaped creatures.

         (Andy did say he HC’ed Willow as a Virgo since he was one too and related to her. This isn’t canon however.)

         When asked what anime the kids would like, Andy brought up My Hero Academia, Naruto, Yuyu Hakusho (which inspired his fashion choices). JBO said Gus would really get into a show about some dude addicted to gambling but also GREAT at it, always finding a way to pull it off; Like a mahjong anime.

         In regards to their favorite creature/demon, it was the skin-eating fairy from the first episode for Cissy, whom Eden voiced! Cat said Hooty was a disgusting work, Rebecca liked the little version of the Owl Beast and had a plush on hand of it! For Andy, it was Titans. Bosma liked the detention guards, and…

         Shawn said he liked the Bat Queen; And in their discussion, JBO revealed she wasn’t the Titan’s palisman (pointing out he was too big for her), she just belonged to a giant who lost her. Shawn liked her story of becoming a ruler after that incident.

        And that’s it! Very illuminating stuff about production. Very sad to hear the Bat Queen’s backstory here, since it likely means we won’t have it addressed in S3, nor will the writers retcon her as the Titan’s to fit it into the remaining storyline. Thrilled about what we heard of the Titan’s regeneration and Belos’ original story concepts, especially since I WAS correct in likening him to a beetle in Season 1B, after all! Between this and Titan King, my earliest S1 theories have been getting vindicated, babey!

#the owl house #luz noceda #emperor belos #philip wittebane #the owl house hunter #the owl house bat queen

[iwriteficsandtragedies]

The First Time

A/N I... wrote something????? It's been 84 years etc etc and it's not about a footballer because, tbh, they were so disappointing in 2023 that I have struggled to find any motivation to write my silly little fics about them. So here's a fluffy SHORT little thing about a hockey goaltender because I am nothing if not consistent and a bitch does love a tall lanky goalie.

Athlete: Jeremy Swayman

Warnings: none (I know!)

Being alone in Jeremy’s apartment was peaceful, if a little bit odd. He had waited all of twenty minutes into their third date to have the “we should only see each other” talk, smile on his face as wide as the Bunker Hill bridge. He was a man who knew what he wanted, and he wasn’t timid about asking for it.

Still, it had only been a month. Having a key to his place, being here alone in the middle of the night, just waiting for him to get home from the airport… didn’t feel wrong, just odd. The team flight had been delayed by the snow, but the biggest perk of living downtown was late night access to delivery, and he had good beer in an otherwise empty fridge. 

She heard his key in the door and rose quickly from the sofa to meet him, ruffling her hands through her hair before she rounded the corner into the hall to see him drop his suitcase to the floor and open his arms to her. “You waited.”

“Of course I waited,” she laughed lightly, pressing herself into him, inhaling the scent of him through the layers of airplane air and Boston traffic. “I missed you.”

“I missed you, too.” He swayed a bit, squeezed her a little tighter. “Sorry it’s so late.”

“Night shift,” she reminded him. “One in the morning is nothing.” She smiled into his chest before he moved them all the way into the apartment, locks clicking into place before he shed his shoes and coat. In the light of the entryway she could see his dark circles and overgrown scruff. Three weeks on the road had done a number on him. 

“You hungry? There’s leftover Chinese.”

He ate slowly at the kitchen counter, suppressing the occasional yawn in between bites. He always had so much to say to her, and he always wanted to know what she thought about everything, but tonight he was practically silent. When he finished, he slung an arm around her shoulders to pull her to into his side and lay his head atop hers with a heavy exhale.

“Will you stay the night? Just… just to sleep.” He pulled back to look at her, tired eyes hopeful. “I missed you, a lot, but I’m so fucking tired.”

She grinned. “Do you have an extra toothbrush?”

He did have an extra toothbrush, and plenty of t-shirts for her to sleep in. Nerves had her giddy as she finished getting herself ready for bed in his bathroom; she’d never spent a night with him before, his schedule always requiring early morning alarms and her schedule that of a night shifter with no other responsibilities simply full of overtime and day sleeping. 

She thought he’d already fallen asleep when she gingerly slid herself into bed beside him, but his eyes blinked open and he reached for her with a smile. His hand came to rest on her hip to urge her closer to him before linking his fingers through hers and bringing her hand to his lips. His eyes were closed again, breathing slowed and even. 

“S’nice coming home to you,” he mumbled. She craned her neck to press a sweet kiss to his mouth, but she had lost him to sleep.

#there's more in here i can feel it #the brain is just rusty #500 words though! #hockey fic #nhl fic #jeremy swayman fic #bruins fic

[earlymodernlesbian]

Literary Heroines Ranked by How Likely They Would Be to Go Down On a Girl

So Allison @songofsecondapril texted me yesterday afternoon:

and i was like:

(Her ~aggressively hetero~ version can be found HERE!!)

SO HERE YOU GO, A DEFINITIVE RANKING:

10. Anna Karenina from Anna Karenina

She would but she'd want to use a dental dam

(Which, no judgement!! Safer sex is good!! But like. You know.)

9. Jane Eyre from Jane Eyre

She def would but she'd pray about it first.

8. Elinor Dashwood from Sense and Sensibility

She did “just for practice” with her female friends when she was younger but thought she would grow out of it

Never really interrogated what she was “practicing” for by eating pussy

7. Cathy Earnshaw from Wuthering Heights

Allison: IDK if she would, she's kind of weird.

Me: Yeah, exactly, she's weird!

Allison: No but she's like antisocial weird.

Me: Yeah, she's Smith College weird.

6. Lucy Honeychurch from A Room With a View

She's straight but she's on vacation!!!

5. Marianne Dashwood from Sense and Sensibility

UHaul QUEEN tbh

Bi and openly dates girls but never formally ~came out~

4. Elizabeth Bennett from Pride and Prejudice

She would and she has!

3. Emma Woodhouse from Emma

Listen, she definitely would but she'd have some weird power dynamics around it

Like she WANTS to be a pillow princess but first she has to go down on you to show you how to do it properly

2. Mina Harkness from Dracula

Like, canonically

1. Jo March from Little Women

It almost feels like cheating to include her because it’s so obvious???

BUT then it also feels a little bit weird because we literally see her grow up from childhood in her book

(Which tbh feels WAY MORE COMMON among female classic literary main characters compared to male classic literary main characters and there's probably a dissertation in that topic somewhere but ANYWAY)

I decided it is in fact *not weird* and in fact necessary to make Jo number one on my list because she would just be so eager and excited to even though it's her first time!!

Listen Jo's problem is that all the women she knows are people she's related to.

#mine #little women #sense and sensibility #pride and prejudice #emma #jane austen #jane eyre #anna karenina #wuthering heights #a room with a view #dracula

[ssaalexblake]

honestly? considering 13′s general level of touchy feely (as in, touch averse in that she wants her personal space respected at all times even if she doesn’t necessarily appear to hate touching itself. She’s fine touching other people.) and how only the people she is very close to are allowed to casually grab or touch her, then the level of touching her and Yaz are at by the end is actually incredible compared to where we started? 

(she does -in emergency situations- sometimes not really pay attention if people grab her, but I mean Casually.)

I mean, sure, she’d stand shoulder to shoulder and huddle with people, and She’ll reach out to people, but instances like in Rosa where she brushes Graham’s hand off her shoulder are larger in number than just that one most notable moment. She shoos away graham and ryan’s hands in ITYA when they’re trying to stop her falling on her ass. She stops Yaz grabbing at her in the tsuranga conundrum when the Pting is approaching (and then immediately huddles yaz against a wall with her own body. That’s fine but the pawing at her is Not). By S12 these moments have stopped for the most part if only because the fam pretty much entirely stopped touching her (i presume they noticed her dislike of it). They still casually interact physically between the three of them, so it Is them reacting specifically to 13. 

A couple of times Yaz reaches for 13 only to be pushed away in a moment of emotion. 13 can’t deal with Yaz reaching for her to stop her going to set off the bomb in the timeless children. She’s panicking and inconsolable in Once, Upon Time when Yaz tries to get through to her and comfort her both with words and a gentle hand and rebuffs both these things in her emotion. 

But then, literally the Next proper moment they get together (non holo related) 13 runs at Yaz and launches herself into a hug, and when Yaz relaxes and hugs her back. That’s their Moment. When 13 actively reaches for Yaz and when Yaz reaches back. 13 melts to it instead of backing away like a twitchy touch averse cat. 

And I guess this is a long winded way of getting here but, while I don’t disagree there wasn’t a lot of physical intimacy between the two of them in the last few episodes, I actually Do disagree with people saying that was anything new and was a response to the ship being (more) textually canon. 

Because?? They never really touched before then, either. Not in any way that really actually mattered positively beyond that hug. 

Outside the hug, imo the only really Notable physical contact they’ve had was in a negative way with 13 blatantly yanking herself out of Yaz’s grasp (TTC, O,UT). Sure, 13 grabbed her hand in It Takes You Away, but It wasn’t intimate. It was actually portrayed as something that shocked Yaz, imo, which says things by itself. 

In lotsd the close but not touching is blatantly being used to stoke the sexual tension. They still do huddle, though, and are physically close. 

And then in tpotd we get what I personally consider an embarrassment of riches, tbh? A handhold to save a life with a line that i’m reasonably sure was supposed to juxtapose a line from the master in spyfall pt2 but in a positive way instead of negative like it was with him, an inverse repeat of the glass cage scene in spyfall part one with them reaching to each other through the glass barrier but with awe instead of fear. The Bridal carry across the threshold. They are basically embracing in the scene where 13′s hand starts to glow, Yaz grabs her arm (which is, ngl, the most notable touch to me in the sequence) and 13 does not pull away, she leans in and cups her cheek. They casually touch each other, it’s in no way one sided, 13 doesn’t have to have the power here. 

So I guess, No, they didn’t touch a lot by any conventional standard, but by 13′s general standard of physical intimacy and casual touching, I think she pretty much let Yaz be all over her. 

#dw shit #yaz x 13 #i am bound to have forgotten at least One moment of relevance here don't @ me i don't have #encyclopaedic knowledge even if i do have a good memory for the details #but like. 13 is not touchy. to make her overtly so would make it ooc imo #and to make yaz suddenly disrespect her boundaries would Also have been ooc #i mean dislike it but in my opinion it was consistent from a-z even if it's Not what somebody may have wanted #yaz tends to reach for 13 in moments of panic and 13 rebuffs it and suddenly 13 stopped rebuffing it. #(also. notable. ryan Asked 13 if there would be hugging in rotd. she said yes. a request is not a grab) #he gave her the power in the whole scene #i apparently have feelings here #dw meta

[nnnyxie]

i was wondering if you could make headcanons of the haikyuu girls’ (kiyoko, miwa kageyama, michimiya, and maybe yachi) reaction to the reader writing her first novel 🤭

OMGOMGOMG I LOVE THIS IDEA

(also my first req from you?! heheh)

shimizu kiyoko ;

omg she’s so so so supportive of you

okay so. let’s say you’re writing a crime novel— at this point in time, she doesn’t know that you’re writing one.

one day, she walks into your office to see you researching murders, murderers, and how they got away with their crimes for so long.

she knows that you’re into true crime and things of the sort, so she brushes it off!! she’s kinda like ‘eh okay, that��s normal’

but, it’s when she sees you acting out a murder with your figurines, that she gets concerned. (plsss she just wanted to bring you food)

anyways, she questioned you about it and the embarrassment you experienced was unbelievable.

you had to explain that you were figuring out some stuff for the novel you’re writing and it all just— clicked for her.

OH and if you ask— she’ll give you pointers and correct any grammar or spelling mistakes you might have (i just KNOW she’s a pro at literature).

kageyama miwa ;

she puts her ALL into supporting you!!!!!!!

you’re writing (drum roll) an adventure/sci-fi novel!!! (because i feel like she’d like those, can’t tell me otherwise bye!) maybe it’s something like journey to the center of the earth?? city of ember???

you guys have movie nights together!! and usually your pick of genre is WIDE but recently it’s been strictly adventure/sci-fi— which she’s not mad about!! just curious!

when you’re scrolling through a streaming app, she asks about why you’re choosing just adventure and sci-fi.

at first, you didn’t wanna tell her cause you wanted it to be a surprised!! but she pulls it out of you with her charm (aka you broke bc you’re bad at keeping secrets)

she’s so excited for it!! she’s excited for you!!!

she’s always asking questions about how it’s going and always asks about your characters!! (and when she finds out you based one off of her she’s just so happy)

she’ll ask to read snippets here and there but ultimately she just lets you work until you’re ready for her to read!!

michimiya yui ;

giggles, blushes, twirls hair… she’s your number one supporter!!! the first to buy your book in ALL forms. (also, i never thought of writing for her— how stupid am i for that???)

soooo you’re writing a coming of age story!! maybe something based on your own experiences??

lets sayyy… you had some diaries or journals when you were a teenager and you dug DEEP in your closet to find them— which made her very curious.

she kinda lets it go for a bit until you’re nearly tearing up your closet to find this specific journal. then she’s just like ‘wtf are you doing?’

when you tell her you’re working on a novel— she’s so happy about it!!

she loves to support you in any way she can!! she offers to be your beta reader and who are you to deny her of such things???

she’ll give you pointers and find any plot holes there may be in your story!!

yachi hitoka ;

this absolutely cutie <3 she’s your biggest supporter and motivator!!

wanna know what you’re writing? fantasy. (because she’d love that and i love her) maybe something that’s like where the wild things are?? or over the garden wall??? (pls i love otgw)

anyways— she’s starting to notice that you’re always on your computer nowadays and sometimes you accidentally ignore her.

she’s a non-confrontational person but, she works up all the courage to talk to you about this— and i’ll be so real with you, she cries before a single word comes out. (just like me fr)

god the utter fear that rushes through you— you thought she was dying or smthn!! she starts talking while she’s crying and THANKFULLY you’re able to piece together what she’s saying.

when you explain to her that you’re writing a novel, she feels so much relief (and embarrassment tbh)

now we know this girl is smart, it’s canon!! so you ask her for some help with grammar, sentence setups, etc!! and she’s very happy to help!!!

pls i hope this was good

(my writer’s block has been slowly leaving!!)

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #shimizu kiyoko #kageyama miwa #michimiya yui #yachi hitoka #hq x reader #hq headcanons #/ᐠ - ˕ -マ works — ♡︎

[timeofjuly]

Hello! Ive recently started reading your work and its soooo good! Falling back into my undertale fixation since elementary lmaooo. I was wondering if you have any hcs based on the 3rd chapter when Quinn asked mc if they were in a relationship but what if they were 😳 like for a month now or just seeing someone. What would be the game changer or will she let it go? Im just rlly interested and loveee a jealous moment tbh 🤧 (quinn always number one in my heart though)

Thank you so much, I’m so happy that you’re enjoying! I also have randomly found myself back in the fandom after years, but it’s been really fun!

I can do you one better than headcanons – I love this idea and I love pining, jealous Quinn (I am also procrastinating finishing an assignment but shhhhh), so here’s a little ficlet 😊

truths that bleed through the universes

“What about you? Are you seeing anyone?” Quinn asks. She’s afraid to ask the question; a preexisting partner would be the ultimate complication.

At the question, your face brightens, a smile rising to your lips. It’s not the sad expression of before, all downcast eyes and a furrow between your brows. This smile is her favourite, one that she’d once seen daily, a smile that makes you seem as though you’re almost taken aback by your own delight. Quinn wants to make a home in the warm depths of it, burrow so deep into the happiness that you’ll both lose track of where she ends and you begin.

“Well,” you say, and that sunshine is in your voice, too, each word tinged with gold. “I was single for ages, but I actually met someone just over a month ago, and we’ve been seeing each other since.”

“Oh, nice!’ she says and god, she hopes she doesn’t sound as crushed as she feels. Her mind scrabbles for purchase against the jagged edges of the dismay that fossilises in her chest. “What’s their name?”

“Seraphine. Hang on, I’ll show you a picture,” you say, reaching into your tote bag. “You’d really like her. She lives in the apartment below mine. We met because Steven’s a fucking Houdini and managed to escape from my balcony down onto hers, it’s a really cute story. She reckons that Steven’s our cat-cupid. Oh, here you go-.”

Quinn accepts your phone. On the screen – it’s your fucking lock screen, shit -there’s a photo of you and a monster woman, grinning into the camera. It’s a selfie-style picture and the woman’s cheek, a vivid royal purple covered in fine, downy fluff, is pressed to yours, smooshing your smile into an adorable, fishy pout.

“Cute,” she says weakly. “A month, huh?’

“Yep. We’re taking it slow, but I’m not seeing anyone else, and I don’t think she is either. I’ve even deleted Tinder off of my phone.” The words are said with raised eyebrows and enough seriousness for her to realise that that’s apparently a big deal.

Something ugly sits on her tongue and she’s self-aware enough to name it jealousy. The irrationality and unfairness of it – she has no leg to stand on, since she’s in a relationship with eight other people – doesn’t make the feeling any less potent. It writhes in her, a living creature, filthy and starved and pacing the length of its cage, gnawing at the bars.

Does she make you feel as good as I can? Does she know you like I know you? There’s nobody who can love you like I can love you. I know you agree. You agree, right? I know you’ve been chasing my shadow for five years, just like I used to chase yours. We’re both a little wrong without the other.

Quinn takes a deep breath and fixes a smile to her face, cooing appropriately when you begin telling her the story of Steven’s jaunt to the downstairs balcony. This is a setback, yes, but all isn’t lost. She really does think that you’re at your happiest when you’re with her, and you’ve always agreed. Reminding you of that might be tricky, but it won’t be impossible, and once you remember? This girlfriend will just be another notch in your bedpost. Countless people have made their mark on your past, a blur of friends and enemies and lovers, and she’s fine with that, because all of that lived experience is what makes you you.

But your present? Your future? That’s all hers, just like hers is yours, if you want it. She’ll give it time, show you how good it feels to with her datemates and remind you how well you fit with her, and let you make up your own mind. Let you choose.

If there’s one thing that all of the dimension fuckery she’s been exposed to has taught her, it’s that some things are universal truths. Every Sans has a Papyrus. The humans trapped monsters Underground. The sky is blue. The grass is green. These are principles that permeate everything, bleeding through whatever separates each universe.

This is another one of those truths. There is no universe where Quinn Lawson isn’t in love with her version of you, or a universe where you aren’t in love with your Quinn Lawson. You always choose each other, in the end.

Quinn’s already made her choice. She just has to wait for you to make yours.

#RTC asks #quinn/reader #quinn lawson #the electrician #resisting the current #thank you so much for this ask! I had so much fun writing this #parallel circuits

[swamp-spirit]

Dipping my toe into the MXTX tag again, and it reminded me that I wanted to share my experiences of having to read around 500 pages of various REALLY BAD cultivation novels (for work). SVSSS especially relies on knowledge of shitty cultivation webnovels.

To be clear, I have a lot of sympathy for (some) of these authors. Chinese webnovel writers are often under brutal time requirements (often around 1-3K a day, 7 days a week, fully edited and posted) for very little pay. They’re also under government requirements and corporate requirements to write something that’s pre-proven to sell. You have to get well established to ‘earn‘ the right to experiment, and that’s a 1/10000 lottery.

That said, there’s a lot of authors who write some amazing shit within those requirements (the people who write historical revenge rebirth stories for women knock it out of the fucking park 99% of the time tbh). So here are some of my horror stories from my months reading bad cultivation novels. (warnings for sexual assault mention)

There are three types of men in bad cultivation novels:           1. Simpering lackies who do everything the lead says and feel lucky to do it           2. Comically evil bullies, physically ugly, always attacking women or simpering lackies. The lead will horrifically murder them casually.           3. Comically evil bullies, but hot and high status. The lead will horrifically murder them OR humiliate them and destroy their meridians (and they will be disabled, worse then death!)

Speaking of disability, and, unfortunately, not confined to this genre, replacing a mentally disabled person is a REALLY common setup. Either the MC is disabled through evil machinations but cured via magic at the start, or the MC replaces a disabled person. Everyone will be shocked, amazed, and pleased that they have been ‘fixed’.

Things are even worse for women. Women are sweet and innocent (romantic interest or little sister figure. Or both), doting caretakers (romantic interest, mother figure, or both), cold ice-queens (to cast their pride aside and become a romantic interest), or evil, sexy seductresses (to be murdered. Or seduced). Of the three novels I read the most of           1. EVERY SINGLE WOMAN was introduced in the exact same way. The lead would accidentally see her naked, she would unjustly attempt to murder him, and then she’d realize the truth and decide marriage was the only solution to maintain her honor.           2. Every single woman who showed up had dudes attempting to sexually assault her, from romantic interest to random village girl. Every. One. This dude could not go five feet without witnessing a sex crime.           3. This one just forgot women existed? And honestly? Thank fuck.

Characters advance via video game logic. For example, in one novel, the character Became Neurotypical, immediately murdered some dudes, stole their cultivation items, sat down, and meditated. There was no internal description on what he did to meditate, his state of mind, his faith, or his growth as a person just LITERAL CHAPTERS of describing his cultivation levels going up. “HE BROKE THROUGH THE 3RD LEVEL NOW HE COULD DO THIS IT WAS AMAZING AND UNHEARD OF“ That’s the entire arc. Character gets items, meditates, numbers go up, goes and wins battles by killing everything in one punch. And not in a cool, genre deconstruction way. It works on a logic where the main character can’t do anything ‘uncool‘. He can never struggle, even for a second. One novel involved every enemy (usually human) being turned to ‘meat-paste‘ with a single punch

You know when you’re watching an anime that needed to fill out runtime, so it keeps cutting between the hero and the villain and then somebody in the crowd going “wait, is he going to use a soul punch“, “that’s impossible, somebody that young could never use a soul punch“ “wait, how could it be“ “damn, I underestimate him“ “It’s a soul punch!“ “A soul punch!“ Have you ever craved that experience in novels? Yeah. Me neither

MYSTERIOUS FUCKING CAVES. One of the main mechanics for a character to advance is being taken in by some spirit or trapped god or soul sealed in a sword, but the primary mechanic is ACCIDENTALLY STUMBLING ON MYSTERIOUS CAVES OF RARE ITEMS. Often found when falling into a ravine and landing on a mysterious ledge. To date, none of these caves had any explaination or plot. The character just found a cool cave, took the scrolls/ate the rare wine/soaked in the magic spring, leveled up, and left. In one of the novels, by the time I got a good chunk in, the main character had stumbled into THREE DIFFERENT MAGIC CAVES. To be fair, the third cave did also contain a skeleton which put him in contact with a sealed soul who took him in so like, that’s something.

#xianxia #mxtx #svsss #vents from when I was trapped in cultivation novel hell