#they tried timing give fans everything that was stolen from us

[romancingstars]

DRUNKEN MONOLOGUES

And you’re draped on him, whilst you’re staring at me.

remus lupin x reader

part 1 of drunken monologues

warnings : alcohol consumption (not as much as first suggested) , infatuation at first sight (remus lupin is so pretty , he takes care of u , hlp me

yet again another repost, hope you guys enjoy it just as much as the first time round ! all these r kinda shit sooo

title’s stolen from : no.1 party anthem by the arctic monkeys and come closer by miles kane

“Moony!” Sirius shouted, walking over to the lanky man. You were clinging onto Sirius’s arm, giggling over whatever joke he had just told about the Sex Pistols. Something about Malcolm McLaren probably. “I’ve found my dream lover! Knows The Clash and Pistols. Even, Public Image I mean, come on it’s the way to my heart.” he stated, gesturing to you. Dragging your eyes away from Sirius, you peered up at Remus and your jaw went slack. He was your type to the tee. Tall, thin, soft brown locks and full lips. The scars only made him look even better. His everything was completely and utterly perfect in your not so humble opinion.

“Happy for you Pads.” Remus said, rolling his eyes. Then, he looked down at you and the worst happened - he caught you staring. Your open mouth, which you were practically drooling from, was a slight give away that Sirius was no longer your top priority. Only a slight giveaway. “Oh, shit.” he muttered under his breath.

“Oi! What’re you staring at him like that for? You didn’t look at me like that.” Sirius whined, looking down at you.

“I like your music taste, and your hair. You’re fit. But, him? He’s fucking gorgeous.” you replied, pointing over at Remus. The very little vodka you had consumed must’ve gone to your head because you never would’ve said that in a normal state. However, you didn’t remove your arm from Sirius’s. Mostly for balance, which was a little selfish, but desperate times. Remus cleared his throat awkwardly, trying to avoid Sirius’s gaze of pure disbelief.

“Not to be rude Remus or anything, but you seriously think he’s better looking than me? I know he’s fit, but I’m me.” the black haired boy argue, flicking his eyes between the two of you.

“You’re both good looking, he’s just more to my taste. Look at him, he’s so pretty. But, in a different way to you. See you’re all tidy and your hair is in better condition than mine. He’s so.. oh I just want to bite him. What’s his name again?” you rambled, never taking your own eyes from Remus. The taller man was trying desperately hard not to laugh at Sirius’s complete shock, which was an almost impossible task.

“Fine then, go hang off of his arm.” Sirius said, holding you out towards him. You immediately stumbled towards Remus, by your own choice.

“Gladly. Hiiiiii.” you cooed, using his shoulders for balance. “I’m really quite tired and— Oh. Shit. Think I need some air.” you added, holding onto Remus’s bicep for dear life. Your knees had buckled and the brown haired man barely caught you. However, his hands did reach your waist to keep you stood up straight.

“Think you need something more than air. Come on, let’s get you out of here.” Remus replied, chuckling lightly at the way you were peering up at him. “Think you hurt Sirius’s feelings.” he added, continuing on the conversation as he sat you down outside of the house.

“Reckon he’ll get over it, he had a swarm of fans following him around. Got me absolutely pissed though. Not on purpose, I was just trying to keep up with him.” you said, rubbing your temples. Your speech was fine, but your legs were a little wobbly. Everything just felt slow. You realised you weren’t that pissed at all, just nervous in Remus’s presence.

“Yeah, he tends to have that affect on people. What’s your name again?” he said, quoting you to you. He smirked down at you. It was a little comforting to know he was genuinely paying attention to you.

You mumbled your name to him and tried desperately hard not to imagine yourself wrapped up in Remus’s arms. Or tucked away asleep in his bed, kissing him or dancing with him in your living room. With alcohol still flowing in your system, you decided now was the perfect time to make another move. “Meant what I said about you before, by the way. You are- indescribable.” you stated, staring up at him once again.

“Yeah? Glad you think so, you’re also drunk.” he replied, sitting down beside you. His face flushed slightly and you saw, but decided that commenting on it might scare him off.

“Mmmhm, maybe you should give me your number and, and your home address. Then, the next time you’re free so I can show you the prettiest book shop. I’m just assuming you like books, you seem like the smart type. By that I mean you dress like and old man, don’t get me wrong I’m into it, but you do.” you rambled, eyes following him as he moved beside you.

“Really? I’ll give you my number and I do like books. Good assumption?” he chuckled and his hair flopped in front of his eyes. You wanted to eat him, which is an odd statement really, but it was the truth.

“Tell you what. I’ll let you,” you pointed to him as you spoke. “walk me” you continued, pointing at yourself “home.”. Your hand moved into the direction you thought home was and then it struck you. You didn’t have the slightest clue where you were.

“Oh? Right, you’re going to let me walk you to your home?” he taunted, trying desperately hard not to laugh. Disappointed, you frowned at him. “Sorry, ‘course I’ll walk you home, love.” he added, guilt spreading across his chest at the sight of your frown. You smiled; he smiled.

“Okay, so. My friends, kind of, dragged me here. And I don’t know where I am, or how to get home. So what if you walked me to your home? you offered, grinning over to him sheepishly. You felt a little guilty, dropping that on Remus all at once. But, you’d leap at the chance to spend anymore time with this man. Wanting to get to know him inside and out, you were desperate to continue talking to him.

“This you making a move on me?” he said, smirking once again. “You can come back to mine, by the way. Might as well go now, can’t see this party getting any better.” he added, standing up. Offering out his hand to help you stand, Remus gave you a half smile and you were sure you could’ve died in that moment. Taking his hand, you stumbled into his chest. ‘Typical’ you thought to yourself as you frowned at the cliche of the situation.

“Sorry. I want cookies, do you have cookies at yours?” you said, gripping his hand tightly as you walked. He smirked down at you, laughing slightly. Remus couldn’t quite believe his luck. Not only were you absolutely breathtaking, you were also quite infatuated with Remus. The situation ensuing was one he was sure he could get very used to.

The walk back to Remus’s apartment was filled with conversations of interests: music, books, films and hobbies. Hand in hand, the two of you discovered you had a lot more in common than expected. Even despite your contrasting opinions on certain topics. (Cough star wars cough). Remus fumbled slightly with the key before unlocking the door to his apartment holding it open so you could walk in.

“It smells of you.” you stated, looking around at the warm hues which flooded the room. You moved into the lounge; you thought it was the cosiest room you’d ever seen. It screamed Remus. One couch and an arm chair, different pieces of furniture picked up from the side of the street and charity shops. Small coffee tables, shelves and a TV tucked into the corner all built up the atmosphere.

“Funnily enough, it’s where I live.” he said, sarcasm lacing his tone. His hand gently pressed against the small of your back, ushering you out of the living room’s doorway. He gently gripped your waist as he moved past you and into the kitchen. “Tea, coffee or hot chocolate?” he offered, looking over the breakfast bar at you. Currently, you were glazing your fingers across the spines of books stored on a shelf in the lounge.

“Hot chocolate please.” you mumbled in response, picking out ‘The picture of Dorian Gray’. “This is a bit beaten up.” you commented, giggling lightly as you flipped it over in your hands.

“Dorian’s had a lot of love, what can I say.” he said, smiling over at you as he pulled the mugs down from the cupboard. Then, he filled and began boiling the kettle - a very mundane task. You quickly put the book back and began admiring the rest of his collection. Carefully, you read the blurbs of books you didn’t recognise You tried to ignore the feeling of Remus’s you following you. Truthfully, he was admiring you and wondering how Sirius of all people had been the reason you met. You didn’t seem like the type for Sirius at all, which sort of explains why you were in his apartment now. He needed to ask you out and soon, Remus told himself. Maybe it was all in the wrong order, but he didn’t care. He was in fact just as desperate to get to know you as you were for him.

#remus lupin #remus lupin x you #remus lupin x reader #i love remus lupin #sirius black #remus x reader #remus x you #punk!sirius #i will not have sirius black turned into a personality less twink but he can be a punk rocker twink

[of-apollo]

Married Life

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x GN!Reader

Summary: There’s nothing that Bucky loves more than serene, gentle mornings with you.

A/N: Recommend listening to ‘Married Life’ from Up while reading this :)

NAVIGATION

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Early morning sunlight filters in through the half-open curtains, casting shadows across the dimly lit living room of your apartment. Tea brews on the dark wooden countertop of your kitchen, filling the room with a sweet scent that mixes with the more gentle scent of your vanilla candle. You weren’t a fan of waking up early, but when a morning was as serene as this one was, you could make an exception.

Your feet, covered by grey fleece socks that you had stolen from Nat at a sleepover years ago, led you over to the covered piano. It was a sleek black piano, the gleaming top of it ever so slightly dusty after being out of use for a few weeks. The piano was an overly expensive moving-in gift to you and Bucky from Tony. Neither of you knew how to play piano, but you began to learn, finding it was a good way to distract yourself when Bucky was away on missions.

You moved the vase of wilting red roses from the top of the piano, placing them down on the cluttered bookshelves next to you. A framed picture of you, Bucky, Sam and Steve at Coney Island sat atop it too, depicting the four of you with large, childlike grins that were only exaggerated by the ice creams in your hands. You let out a gentle laugh at the picture, thinking fondly of Bucky who was still fast asleep buried in the comfort of your shared sheets, and Sam and Steve, who were probably enjoying their morning run and teasing each other relentlessly at the same time. You set the picture to the side, then finally pushed up the lid of the piano.

The keys were pristine, not even the thinnest layer of dust tarnishing them. It had been a long time since you had used the piano. Your wedding had only been a week ago and the preparation leading up to it as well as moving into your new home left little time spare. You take a seat on the small piano bench, grey sweats you had taken from Bucky protecting you from the coldness of it.

For a moment, you allowed yourself to just exist. You allowed yourself to bask in the gentle sunlight. You allowed yourself to inhale the calming scent of vanilla. Then, you allowed the tips of your fingers to rest upon the keys, giving a few experimental presses to make sure the sound wasn’t too loud as you didn’t want to wake Bucky up just yet. When you confirmed that everything was just right, you sat and tried to remember a song, your fingers still tapping away at the keys absentmindedly, creating a melodic tune that you made up as you went along.

As different lyrics and melodies swarmed your mind in the living room, just down the hall in your shared bedroom, Bucky was stirring awake. Sunlight beamed in through the open curtains, turning his irises an icy blue when his eyes finally fluttered open. Bucky stretched before reluctantly leaving the haven of the dark grey sheets. His brows furrowed in confusion as hushed music filled his ears, a tune that wasn’t familiar to him. That was when he noticed you weren’t in bed.

Bucky nearly ran down the hallway, worried that you had a nightmare as you had sometimes played classical music to calm yourself after those. Focusing on the patterns used helped you control your thoughts. The superhero was able to relax as he saw that you were completely fine, your back to him as you continued to play the piano, not seeming to notice his presence.

“Good morning, doll,” said Bucky, voice slightly hoarse from sleep as he headed over to you.

You jumped slightly as you hadn’t even heard him enter. Bucky chuckled, leaning down to place a kiss against your temple before walking across to the kitchen to grab one of the hot mugs of tea you had left out. He walked back over and you instinctively shuffled across the bench to make room for Bucky to sit with you.

“What’re you playing?” asked Bucky curiously. He sipped his tea as you responded.

“I’m not sure,” you replied, turning your head to look at him and his messy morning hair, tempted to run your hands through it, but they were practically glued to the piano now. “Any suggestions?”

Bucky hummed, eyebrows scrunched adorably as he contemplated which song he’d like to hear. He placed his burgundy mug on the hardwood floor, leaning back up and wrapping an arm around your waist, head dropping to rest against your shoulder. You giggled as his hair tickled your cheek.

“The one from the sad movie,” said Bucky. “The one we watched last night. You know the one, right?”

“Oh, the one you cried at? Up?” you questioned, laughing as Bucky lifted his head and shot you a deadpan look at the mention of his emotional reaction to the Disney movie. “Alright, I’ll play it. Just for you.”

Bucky grinned contently, watching intently as your fingers danced from key to key. To him, it just looked like a bunch of random sporadic movements, but the sound it created showed that it was so much more than that. Memories fluttered around Bucky’s mind. Many were of the movie you had watched together just the night before, huddled on the sofa in a pile of blankets and candy wrappers. But, a lot of the memories were just of the two of you.

Bucky remembered the first time he saw you; the sudden attachment he felt that he hadn’t quite experienced before. He remembered when you stumbled over a curb at the mall on your first date, and the electric touch of your fingertips against his bicep as you steadied yourself. He remembered the press of your lips against his forehead after he had failed a mission. He remembered your gleeful laughter as you played with Sam’s sister’s kids, and he remembered your relentless teasing as the kids clung to his arm and followed him around like ducklings to a mother duck.

Every little aspect of you was perfect to Bucky. Even the flaws that you recognised, he was able to see beauty in. Initially, Bucky didn’t deem himself worthy of somebody like you. But, when your hand interlaced with his as the song came to a close, the small diamond on your ring finger glittering in the sunlight, and your head nestled in the crook of his neck cosily, he knew that the two of you were made for each other. He was deserving of you, and you were deserving of him.

If anything, you and Bucky were meant to be. And you knew that married life would only bring more serene mornings like this and happy memories for Bucky to think about as he listened to the melodic sounds you so skillfully produced.

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[bp-zb1fics]

My heart keeps on

pairing: na kamden x secret s/o reader

pronouns: none used

genre: canonverse  (finale), angst ish, fluff

tw/tags: long distance relationship, very emo in general, a lot of tears LIKE A LOT, you surprise kamden twice, citing ep 12 as my ref for all this, kinda secret relationship, realities of dating a trainee/idol, reunions so more emo, cuddles, cheek kissing, using a pic as a page break, yes the title is fr kam’s rap in switch ty for noticing 💜

wc: 2178

summary: kamden hasn’t seen you in over a year. you surprise him.

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“Star Creator, we always thank you and love you!”

They wrap up the pajama party livestream, thanking the staff and staying to chat as the cameras are switched off. (Or so they think, lol)

“The vibe was pretty good,” Kamden tells Matthew. The other boy agreeing instantly.

“I think we were able to show new sides of ourselves.”

Suddenly the staff play a recording, surprising them all. It’s video messages from Star creators all over the world for them to watch. Kamden grabs a fluffy pillow as he watches everyone slowly get emotional. Seungeon cries. Zhang Hao cries. Yujin cries. Almost everyone is crying. 

Kamden gets a message from a fan in Norway, which is pretty cool. Then, something he never expected happens. He recognises your voice before he even realises it’s you.

“Kamden, annyeong~”

The pillow falls off his lap.

It’s you. It’s really you. You who he hasn’t been able to video call in a few days because of practice and your schedule and the time difference. He almost calls out your name but it sits tight in his throat, unable to reach you. 

You’re on screen, wearing one of the shirts you’ve stolen from him, holding onto the plushie he bought for you at that silly little shop after you insisted it looked like him. God, he hasn’t seen you in over a year.

“Dude, you okay?” Jay asks him softly.

He must look like an idiot, eyes blown wide, mouth slightly open, hanging onto every word that comes out of your mouth.

“I’ve been watching Boy’s Planet since the teasers were released. And you’ve always been my favourite.”

Kamden knows. You’ve been spamming your chat with him with all these little clips from the PR videos to the behind the scenes footage. Screenshots of you voting for him on the Mnet+ app, comments you’ve left on his fancam videos, even the funny memes you found of him on Twitter all greet him when he opens his phone after practice.

Hope my favourite trainee is doing well and staying healthy! Take care of yourself and know I’m always rooting for you! I love and miss you so much! Hoping for your debut!

Your messages are his favourite. And speaking of:

“I’ve made a little compilation of photos right here. I hope you like how I decorated them, I really tried my best~”

All the trainees ooh and ahh over the handmade album you bring up to the screen compiled with photos of him from the program and cute little notes and stickers. Kamden can’t move, can’t talk. 

Because that’s your album, the one you had insisted on starting when he and you began dating. He knows that if you flipped to the other pages, it would be full of photos of both of you, dates, anniversaries, birthdays, holidays, awards that either of you might have won, events that were important to you or him or both of you, everything carefully labelled. It was one of your favourite things to print out all the photos and he’d help you decorate them.

He can’t believe you kept that up after he left for Korea.

“You’ve stood out to me in every performance. You’re so talented and so many people are cheering you on so please remember to have confidence in yourself.” Your voice wavers a little towards the end of the sentence and as slight as it is, he catches that. He knows you.

Kamden only registers the wetness on his cheeks when the tears are already going, fast and furious. He reaches up, trying to dab them away gently with his sleeve. On screen, you blink rapidly and he knows you’re trying your best not to cry either. Even thousands of miles away, on a video you probably recorded weeks ago, you and him are still in sync. Maybe the rest of the trainees don’t see it but he does. Of course he does.

“I hope you take care of yourself always. Make sure to eat enough and get enough rest. I’ll be voting for you everyday so just do your best in practice and performing and us Star Creators will take care of the rest. We’ll support you so you can achieve your dream of debuting~”

To everyone else, you were just a particularly supportive fan. But to Kamden, you were his person, the one he was devoted to and he can’t help it, sobbing a little into his sleeve. Several pats on the back as the other trainees around him try to comfort him. He can’t help but cry even more. Why were you so far away? Why couldn’t you be here where he could hug you and kiss you and just be with you?

“Na Kamden hwaiting! Saranghae~”

That’s it. He turns and buries his face fully into his hands as if doing that would soak up all the tears that won’t stop coming. Matthew and Jay have scooted over, voices overlapping as they rub his shoulders and back and ask what’s wrong. Even Zhang Hao’s hovering a little on the side, equally concerned.

Maybe he’ll say something later, when there are no mics and no cameras. He’s been training for years and you’ve both agreed that in a career like the one he aspires to get into, keeping it quiet would be the best. Idols don’t date. Idols don’t have a significant other in a whole other country that they call when they can find free time. Even when it comes to casual conversation where there isn’t a camera directly trained on them, Kamden just doesn’t say anything.

They do ask him later. And when he says you’re a close friend he hasn’t seen in awhile, their faces light up in recognition. He leaves it at that.

You walk into the arena with a little trepidation. 

It’s all been a blur. Packing your things, flying to Korea, meeting up with Kamden’s mom and brother who have been kind enough to get you a ticket pass for the family section. Of course, he has no idea you’re even here.

You’re quite a bit more nervous about surprising him than you thought. While you’d give anything to see him again, it was a little risky in such a public venue with so many people watching and cameras everywhere filming almost any angle. Maybe you can be discreet enough if you do break down but Kamden’s on stage, the spotlights bright and on him. Fans are probably filming him on their own devices.

At this point, you’ll just have to trust your boyfriend to keep his reactions to a believable level. You don’t stand too close to his family, trying to keep your distance but also staying near enough that you’d be in the same general direction if Kamden glanced your way.

You end up on the side, along with a few other people who seem to be dressed as discreetly as you, masks on too. The looks you exchange seem to come to a general understanding of why you’re all here and who you’re here for.

Kamden doesn’t notice you when the Top 18 first file in. You don’t expect him to but you see him though. There’s a growing knot in your stomach, emotions welling up from actually seeing him not through a screen but so close that you could walk on stage and touch him. You don’t do that, of course. But still, he’s so near that it almost hurts not being able to throw yourself into his arms for a hug.

You’ve wanted this so much, especially after more than a year of not seeing him. But right now, you feel frozen. You only watch as they start getting into positions for the signal song. Fans are cheering, even the family members and friends of the trainees are calling out words of support. Still, your voice sticks to your throat, as much as you want to shout out, something keeps you from doing it.

Good thing Kamden’s brother does it for you. It probably surprises you and his mom more than it should but who can blame you when he almost never does that? Kamden’s surprised too, maybe it’s a twin thing but he immediately stands up straighter looking for where his brother’s voice is coming from.

And then he sees you.

His eyes meet yours and they widen considerably. His mouth even drops open a little. You’re smiling so much and you’re sure it shows from how your eyes crinkle, just a little glossy. But you’re not going to cry just yet. Instead, you wave at him. He can’t do much more than give a little wave back before they seem to be ready to start filming. 

Suddenly, your heart feels just a little lighter. You step back and watch him dance the signal song. You’ve seen him do it a thousand times, every time you stream his video. It feels so surreal, being able to see it like this, right in front of you. When the song ends, you see his eyes flick back in your direction, searching for your face. When he finds it, his expression brightens.

It’s amazing, watching someone you love do what they love. Sure, you’ve seen Kamden dance, you’ve gotten him to sing and even rap for you a little before. But it’s different with the stage and the lights and the crowd and he looks so comfortable there. You laugh when you see the Jelly Pop teaser, maybe you’ll get him to wear that dress again, just so you can get photos. The final song is almost bittersweet and you try your best but a few tears do slip out.

He’s messaged you about barely making it to the finale, you’ve monitored the program, watched his rank. You both know his chances are slim. But they’re possible. Still, he’s told you that he’s prepared for the equal possibility of not debuting. His company should have plans, he assured you. You watch him walk over to every one of his fellow trainees who’ve made it to debut, offering hugs and congratulating them. And as the number of spots dwindle, you keep your hopes up but you begin to accept it as well.

By the time they’ve called third, you watch as he walks over to Matthew, one of the trainees he’s closest with from what he’s told you. Maybe he lingers a little longer. Maybe you catch his eyes as he looks over. Hwaiting! You mouth, shaking your fists a little in encouragement. The emotions are swirling inside you. When the camera pans over to him, he’s teary eyed, covering his face the way he always does when he gets like that. You can’t help it. The emotions are starting to spill over and you breathe between the occasional tears.

After they announce the ninth place, everything suddenly starts moving so fast and so slow. They wrap up filming. The audience begins to file out. The cameras switch off one by one. You go backstage.

When he walks in, mic gone, still in that uniform that you keep teasing about, you don’t hold back. His arms wrap around you and you fall into him, holding him so tightly you wish you didn’t need to let go. And then both of you start crying.

“I missed you so much, Kam.” You’re holding onto the fabric of his jacket, gripping at it so desperately you’re almost afraid it might rip.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?” He manages, his head somehow buried on your shoulder, tears soaking the cloth of your shirt.

“Surprise?” It comes out weak, a little shaky as you both laugh brokenly through your sobs.

“I can’t believe you’re here.” He holds you even tighter, like he’s afraid you might fade into thin air.

“I’ll be here for a while.” You tell him. “I wish I could’ve come sooner but-”

“It’s okay seriously, you’re here now.” If he squeezes you anymore, you feel like your heart might burst. “I’m so happy to see you.”

He goes back with you. There’s few brief introductions to Jay and Matthew and a few other trainees he’s grown close with, nudges and knowing looks and raised eyebrows. But it’s nothing to stress about, you manage to make it back under the radar.

You feel him watching you as you grab a few more things from your suitcase after both of you have showered and you’re wearing another one of his old shirts. Before you know it, your legs are tangled together, your head resting on his shoulder, your hands intertwined. 

“I don’t want to sleep,” he says quietly. “I don’t want to wake up and find out this is a dream and you aren’t here.”

“You aren’t dreaming, Kam.” You reassure him, lifting your head to kiss his cheek. Even in the privacy of this room, he blushes.

“Even if I didn’t make it, at least I have you.”

“You do, Kam. You always do.” And you know he will make it, one day.

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[the-violet-galaxy]

On the topic of Ruin

EDIT: Just for reference, with further updates a few of these opinions have changed, but a lot of the sentiment is the same. (I also hadn't watched everything from the show yet, so my knowledge of some of the lore was spotty).

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So. We just learned a lot about Ruin, didn’t we? The big twist and who he was all along.

Let me say, I adore this show! The story has been incredible and I’ve been at the edge of my seat the whole time. It’s been fascinating going back and forth about Ruin, listening to the arguments about whether he was good or evil. And when he was revealed to have built Eclipse all along, it was a matter of whether he did so knowingly or not.

But. Now we know for certain that Ruin did it willingly, and he was 100% aware, and faking being nice the whole time; and even if I WANT to hold out hope for him, there keep being less and less ways for Ruin to somehow be good or redeemed at the end of this. It seems Ruin might be confirmed 100% to be evil through and through, no Jekyll and Hyde, second personality, or return of the virus, like a lot of us had hoped.

And… I don’t know if I like this twist.

… Sadly, I can't say I do.

And I’d like to give my thoughts why! I have a lot to say, both from the perspective of a Ruin fan and from a storytelling perspective. So there's lots of analysis and personal feelings mixed together down here!

(And of course, there is still more to be revealed, but this is how it stands now.)

My first point is that it loses the show of a very good character.

Ruin was a great character! He was so unique in his personality, traits, and mannerisms compared to the rest of the cast, and his interactions with others were tons of fun.

It also just made a ton of sense to have him around: he is basically Canon Eclipse from the Ruin DLC, so letting him be here is just a Big Brain move.

There was so much potential for where he could go, given his backstory. He was a person who had 50 years of his life stolen from him, his entire world and everything he ever knew was destroyed, HIS BODY was the tool used to do it; and here he was, waking up in a new world his evil self tried to destroy, after being saved thanks to the kindness of several strangers who had every right to kill him but risked so much just to give him a chance. And now, unmoored here, he’s just trying to rebuild anything resembling a life --

There were SO many things you could do with this, SO many interesting ways Ruin could have developed… the angst; the sheer guilt of having killed so many people and destroyed so much; the fear of what he would see, if his memories from his time with the virus ever got uncorrupted; the TERROR he feels that his virus self might not actually be fully gone, and the desperation to NOT turn back into his other self and hurt anyone ever again -- the feeling of being excluded by everyone in this new dimension, he stays out of their way because he feels somewhat responsible for his Virus self hurting them, being the Weird Person who tries to fit in but really has no place anywhere, just wants to have a new life and new family with these people… (His relationship with Solar in particular was so interesting to me.) Ruin could have made up with Sun, after a long time of Sun being uncomfortable with him.

He was just one of the most fun characters to have around, including his streak of doing weird things. (And this is just personal, but I’m autistic, so I read that into a lot of his mannerisms. I loved him.)

And he paralleled many characters too!! In a way, you could say he was similar to New Moon: Ruin was created when his Sun and Moon fused, meaning Ruin is technically an incarnation of them, but he’s NOT them -- the way New Moon is an incarnation of Moon, but he’s not Old Moon. Ruin and Moon could have had formed a connection through that, at some point.

(And in this new arc, if we go with the idea that Ruin is innocent and a second personality was the one doing everything, then Ruin would be a parallel to Eclipse himself!! Eclipse is fabricated and nothing about him is “real” – the same could be said for Ruin in this event, where his second personality is literally messing with his brain, making Ruin also a "fabricated" personality of some kind. There is a line Ruin says when Eclipse kidnapped him that I always found interesting, where Ruin offered to heal Eclipse’s mind like therapy, which Eclipse shot down… I always liked that idea, that Eclipse and Ruin could bond. If Eclipse learned RUIN wasn’t to blame and it was a second personality, then, well, it could have happened. Why would the writers throw that idea out if they knew they would never do anything with it?)

As it was, Ruin had an entire WORLD of potential. And his existence made sense on a meta level, with link to the DLC's Canon Eclipse.

But that’s all gone now. Ruin being 100% evil just loses all that.

I think they did too good a job of making Ruin an enjoyable character to have around, if they knew he was going to be evil the whole time and were going to kill him in the end. (At the same time, they also didn’t utilize him in certain ways, like how Ruin never got a therapy session with Earth and was excluded from some of the group events, which logically would have been good for covering his tracks.)

Could there have been both a Good-Ruin and Ruin-Remade-Eclipse-Twist at the same time?

I’ll talk more about it in the next point, but I genuinely think the writers could have had it both ways if they had wanted to. They could have let Ruin be a good and innocent person who can stay around as a member of the cast, while STILL having him be the rebuilder of Eclipse and the source of other evil things. How?

The Two-Personalities theory! It’s been a theory for a while that Ruin has more than one personality inside of him, the second personality usually theorized to be his Virus Self. When he slips up and says stuff like “OUR head’s spinning a little bit” when getting the memory scrub from Moon, for instance. Ruin would be innocent and unaware, while his Virus/Other Self takes over when he’s not mentally present and does the bad things.

(Or alternatively: Ruin as an innocent person WAS real for a while, but his virus came back at some point.)

If that is what happened, they could have their cake and eaten it too.

And I think that would have been a better utilization of the worldbuilding given to us. Elaborated further:

I feel they could have utilized the worldbuilding in better ways.

One of the most interesting parts of the Show is how it plays with the concept of identity for these robots. There are several characters that are new incarnations of previous characters, but are distinctly different people from their previous selves. Bloodmoon, Moon, Eclipse, etc. 

Look closer at Moon. Even if they are incarnations of the same person, Old Moon and New Moon are completely separate individuals. New Moon lost his memories and remembers nothing of being Old Moon, which is WHY he is a new person. It would be completely unfair to blame New Moon for what Old Moon did – New Moon did not kill those children, New Moon did not abuse Sun, because he does not remember it. Because he does not remember it, he shouldn’t be punished for those things, because HE did not do them. What this means is that MEMORY is one of the key aspects in a robot’s identity, and their identity can change depending on those memories.  

Now take that, and apply it to Ruin: how interesting would it have been if RUIN, the one we saw in the videos, was actually fully innocent and completely unaware of what his body was being used to do the entire time? Because his evil past self/second personality had been controlling him and literally editing over top of his memories while his body was building Eclipse and preparing the Arcade plan, so that Ruin had no idea anything was going on? For all these months, Ruin GENUINELY believes he is innocent, and doesn’t remember doing anything that brought Eclipse back; he’s in distress when suspicion falls on him because he “knows” he did nothing wrong, and he’s relieved when Moon scrubs his mind and finds nothing there; phew, now they can trust him. But then! Along with Moon, Solar, Sun, and everyone else, he would find out he WAS doing it all along. Ruin could be utterly HORRIFIED and aghast that his worst fear (turning back into his evil self) had come true. And imagine the angst for that too, “my memories have been messed with so much – I’m basically a fabrication of a personality, DO I EVEN COUNT AS TRULY EXISTING!?” 

This could even lead to an interesting moral conundrum for Sun and Moon too. Moon is already on the warpath and has less patience for Ruin’s life (especially with how much harm Ruin seemingly did to them), so would Moon be eager to KILL Ruin (or if not kill him, then at least give Eclipse permission to do it)? Or would Moon be talked through it, sort of realize “Ruin doesn’t remember any of it and didn’t do it himself. It’s not his fault. The same way Old Moon’s actions are not mine. It would be unjust to kill him because RUIN wasn’t the one who did any of it.”

Many possibilities.

...But no, none of that ended up happened.

Instead Ruin is a “was always evil, all along” kind of guy. Which is… pretty disappointing considering the other possibilities. It genuinely feels like “the most obvious option.”

Also, Eclipse has literal command orders built into his head.

So in theory, maybe the innocent Ruin could have had something like this too. Imagine: His second personality, doing things whenever Ruin is mentally asleep, also embeds Ruin's AI with those command prompts that force Ruin to do unusual things. Ruin builds his own body and he doesn't really have a good reason? The commands subconsciously forcing him to. He goes down into the bunker? He has this weird, pathological obsession with doing things with arcade machines he can't quite stop? THE COMMAND LINES, BABY.

Then when it comes time for Moon to memory-scrub him, the second personality could just. Corrupt the lines, hide them with the rest of them.

(Then OO DRAMA later on when everyone realizes Ruin's condition. Just as Eclipse knows he'll die if he differs from his plans, Ruin realizes he's being forced to do things and will die if he doesn't. Hey that's another connection the two could share.)

Eclipse has been right about everything, but this twist sort of invalidates a few of the things Eclipse has said.

Eclipse honed in on Ruin and was correct the whole time. But let’s look at a few episodes, to hyper-analyze some of the things Eclipse said.

The episode where Eclipse kidnapped Ruin:

Ruin: I was far too busy elsewhere to have any, uh, meddling with your being—

Eclipse: You see that’s the funny thing. I don’t think you realize what you’ve DONE. Or what you ARE going to do.

This implies Eclipse ALSO believes Ruin doesn’t remember his actions.  So if Eclipse has been right about everything so far, why would he be wrong about THAT?

In the same episode, after Eclipse tells Ruin: "I'm going to torture you" and leaves, Ruin is left all alone. Because Eclipse has left, Ruin has no reason to keep up the facade of being scared any longer, and YET, he still sits there hyperventilating for a few seconds before saying:

"Oh GOD...."

why would he do that, if he knew he could drop the act?

There’s also the episode where he confronts Ruin, he says:

“What did you do, huh? Changed a bit of your memory? Wiped your whole brain with a magnet? What did you do, huh?”

And I still just feel if Ruin genuinely changed his whole memory and brain, that his entire Ego/Personality should change. 

There’s also just the amount of Eclipse’s “Are you terrified of me?” and scaring Ruin that whole episode.

If Ruin WASN’T in a different, innocent personality at that moment, Eclipse would know he’s not scared. If Ruin BUILT him, he wouldn’t be scared.

Ruin offered to “repair” Eclipse’s mind at one point, comparing it to therapy.

Which Eclipse shot down, of course. If Ruin was 100% faking and knew what he was doing the entire time, and he knew he was never going to do anything of the sort with Eclipse, why would he EVER offer this to Eclipse? Why would the writers throw it out if it was never going to go anywhere?

It loses a perfectly good redemption arc.

One thing about the Show is how its redemptions rarely stick, at least for long. Lunar is like, the only one who has gotten a redemption arc and stayed alive. Killcode died shortly after his redemption. Old Moon tried to change, really he did, but he died before he could ever make the changes he needed to.  Eclipse is currently being worked on in a way, but that is still a LONG ways off. Etc, etc.

Then we had Ruin, who was another successful “redemption”, and it was pretty good to see!! …Which is now ruined (hah) because he was never good to begin with.

LEADING INTO ANOTHER IMPORTANT POINT:

It makes all that effort the other characters went through for nothing.

Sun and Moon tried so hard to help Ruin, they took a risk for him to cure him of his virus – but in the end, this was the Wrong thing to do.

The characters did the right thing!! And they are being punished for it!!

And elaborating on that further:

This is going to negatively affect all the characters going forward.

This entire arc, Moon has been dealing with negative thought patterns and paranoia, and a lot of that paranoia manifested when he was investigating Ruin. He acted pretty cruel to Ruin in many ways, especially during the interrogation. This is why I thought it was very good for Moon when he did the memory scrub, found nothing, and realized he was being kind of a jerk, so he apologized to Ruin and pulled back a bit. He didn’t STOP LOOKING INTO HIM, but it was a lesson for him, to not to let his aggression reign over him when dealing with people he was suspicious of.

(One of the most concerning parts of Moon’s paranoia was how he said he didn’t trust ANYONE. He says so directly to Eclipse: “trust is a FARCE.” Despite this, in some way or form, he DID let his guard down around Ruin and began to trust him just a mild amount.)

WELL NOW THAT’S ALL GONE! Moon will never trust anyone ever again. The last person he gave the benefit of the doubt to turned out to be a multiverse-destroyer. Moon now has every reason to double down on his aggression, his paranoia, his mistrust of other people; in the future I doubt he will ever be so kind or lenient with people. He would probably be more likely to “attack first” when seeing a potential threat. And Sun as well; Sun will have much less reason to want to be kind or to take a chance to help a villain, because one time he helped Ruin and it blew up in his face.

So… good job. :/

It just kind of feels like the most obvious twist that could have written with the pieces on hand.

It’s like… There are a million different moving parts for this mystery -- multi-personalities, the virus, ways to play with memories that change identities, command orders embedded into robot's skulls – and then they chose the most straightforward way to use them.

Over the course of the storyline there were SO many signs pointing to Ruin (one of the Thumbnails even had a Creepy Face hidden in the corner) that it felt there HAD to be some kind of twist involving personalities or memories or someone else controlling him. I don’t want to say bad writing, but….

It almost makes Ruin a little too powerful.

I feel it’s almost cheating in some ways. Ruin is able to edit/corrupt his own memories so Moon couldn’t access them…… but RUIN still know them? Why didn’t Ruin literally forget those things, himself? It feels a little TOO powerful, a little too unrealistic, for him to be able to fool all these scanners and all these people SO easily. ESPECIALLY because we know Moon and Solar (and Eclipse definitely) went snooping around Ruin’s stuff before and looked at his computers; how did they, two galactic supergeniuses, never find ANY hint that Ruin had tampered with the security camera broadcasts when they were doing it?

When Ruin is supposed to be acting, he sounds just a little too sincere.

This is more of a minor thing, but in some of the episodes, when something dramatic happened to Ruin, it doesn't feel like he's acting in-universe; he sounds very sincere.

Just some examples: when he's interrogated by Moon and sounds so sad about being threatened. When Eclipse menaces him several times he's so scared. And many just other instances just. (And again, since I'm autistic, I read some of his stranger mannerisms as just being through that lens. Even if he acted strange sometimes that doesn't automatically equal fakeness.)

And I dunno, maybe he should have had more instances where it didn't feel so sincere.

This makes Solar the only person from another dimension who is good.

Pretty much everyone else from the other dimensions is bad or evil in some way, (aside from like one Sun from the one-off dimension where Moon never existed.) And I love Solar, but for some reason, it just doesn’t feel RIGHT that he’s literally the only person who is totally cool with the Celestial family.  Does anyone else feel that way?

Minor thing: When Moon apologized to Ruin, they said they would make Ruin a bedroom out of one of the alcoves.

Then they didn't.

Petty reason: Ruin was my comfort character, my personal one.

Lol, lmao even, my poor heart. It's broken.

And there are some various other thoughts, but this is also really long, so I'm going to stop here.

At the end of the day, I was really passionate about this character, and I’m disappointed to see it go the route that it did. There WERE ways to have Ruin still be good while also being a villain, just by giving him a second personality. And giving Ruin a second personality, to play around with the worldbuilding of robot memories and how Ruin isn’t responsible due to his memories being different, I personally think would have been more interesting.

Is there ANY hope for Ruin still being around after this? I’m not sure at this point. It’s looking less and less likely that there is a way out for Ruin. It’s looking less and less likely that there are two personalities, or even that Ruin was infected to begin with. 

If he somehow makes it out I’ll be ecstatic, but until then, I have a feeling we might be saying goodbye to him soon.

I still love this Show very much! And the story isn't over yet. So we'll just have to see if it can pull something off with this. But as it stands, I just have to respectfully say I think a mistake has been made in the direction they are going with it.

#The Sun and Moon Show #TSAMS Ruin #TSAMS Moon #TSAMS Eclipse #The Sun and Moon Show Spoilers #Sun and Moon Show

[songbirdseung]

on live together / sim jake

In one of HYBE's many vocal rooms, y/n had an hour free time and she decided to spend that time on weverse, communicating with fans. She could not put in words the peace and comforting feeling to be able to spend time with fans like this.

Today was no different than her other live streams. She tried to subtly leave breadcrumbs or spoilers for her fans, give out comforting statements for fans, and giving any recommendations on music she recently likes or movies she has watched.

The chatroom buzzed with curiosity as fans eagerly awaited Y/n's response to the "TMI for today?" request. Y/n couldn't help but smile as she voiced out her reply, careful to leave out any giveaway details.

"Well, today's TMI is that I had a great time with a close friend," she shared, deliberately keeping it vague. "We caught up, had some delicious food, and just enjoyed each other's company. It's moments like these that make life truly special. 😊"

The fans reacted with a mix of excitement and affectionate comments, showing their support for Y/n's happiness. Little did they know that the "close friend" was actually her boyfriend, Sim Jake, a secret she had kept hidden for two years to protect their privacy.

Y/n continued to engage with her fans, sharing anecdotes and laughter, all the while keeping the secret of her relationship close to her heart. The vocal room was filled with an atmosphere of warmth and connection, and Y/n couldn't have been happier to share this moment with her loyal fans.

In the midst of it all, y/n's phone starts ringing. Her eyes widen and excuses herself, then proceeds to play music.

As Y/n excused herself from the fans to take Jake's call, she discreetly moved away from the camera, ensuring her face was not visible to the live stream. She answered the call with a hushed voice, a loving smile creeping onto her lips as Jake's voice came through the phone.

"Hey, babe," she whispered, trying to contain her excitement. "Is everything okay?"

Jake's voice was warm and reassuring. "Everything's great on my end, sweetheart. I just wanted to hear your voice and check how your day's been going."

Y/n's heart melted at Jake's sweet words. She leaned against the wall, feeling a rush of affection for her boyfriend. "My day's been amazing, just like any other day when I'm with you."

Meanwhile, back in the live chat, fans couldn't help but notice the familiar ringtone. The comments section filled with excitement as they recognized the tune, especially the part that featured Jake's voice. They began to gush over it, writing comments like:

"OMG, Y/n's ringtone is one of ENHYPEN's songs! 🥺"

"Did anyone else catch that part? It's Jake's voice! 😍"

"Even her ringtone is giving us ENHYPEN feels.❤️"

Unaware of the fans' comments, Y/n and Jake continued their sweet conversation, sharing stories and laughter, grateful for this stolen moment of connection in the midst of their busy lives.

After ending the call with Jake and returning to the live stream, Y/n noticed the flood of comments from her fans regarding her ringtone. Her heart raced, and a slight blush appeared on her cheeks as she tried to maintain her composure.

"Sorry about that, everyone," she chuckled nervously, attempting to downplay the excitement surrounding her ringtone. "It's just a fun ringtone. You know how we like to support each other within the company, right?"

She continued to read the comments, feeling a pang of guilt for lying to her devoted fans. She had always cherished the close relationship she had with them, and the thought of deceiving them troubled her deeply. But she also knew that revealing her relationship with Jake could cause a media frenzy and disrupt their lives in a way neither of them wanted.

Wanting to set the record straight without divulging too much, Y/n decided to address the fans directly, her tone sincere and apologetic. "I want to clarify something, guys. Jake and I are really close friends, and we support each other as fellow artists. I value your support and love so much, and I'm sorry if there's been any confusion. Let's focus on the positive energy and continue to enjoy our time together."

The fans, understanding and respecting her choice, responded with an outpouring of understanding and affectionate messages. They reassured Y/n that they would support her no matter what and that they appreciated her honesty.

Though the guilt still weighed on her, Y/n couldn't help but smile at her fans' unwavering support. She hoped that one day, when the time was right, she could reveal her relationship with Jake and celebrate their love openly with her fans, who had been there for her through thick and thin.

As Y/n continued with the live stream, her phone buzzed with a new message from Jake. She couldn't help but grin at the message, knowing that he was just teasing her. "Close Friends, huh?"

She quickly typed back a playful response, "Haha, you know I had to keep it lowkey, babe! 😉 Our secret's safe for now."

Mintues went by and as Y/n started to bid her fans goodbye on the live stream, a sudden knock on the door startled her. She quickly excused herself, saying, "Hold on a moment, everyone." Her heart raced as she opened the door, only to find Jake standing there with a mischievous grin.

"You still on live?" Jake asked, his eyes sparkling with playfulness.

Y/n could only manage a shy nod in response, too stunned to form words. She watched in shock as Jake confidently walked past her and toward the camera, his charismatic presence radiating through the screen.

"Hey there, everyone!" Jake greeted Y/n's fans with his trademark smile. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything too important, but I just couldn't resist saying hello."

The chatroom exploded with excitement as fans realized that they were getting an unexpected visit from one of ENHYPEN's members. They typed in a flurry of messages, welcoming Jake with enthusiasm and admiration.

Y/n, still in disbelief, stepped aside and let Jake take center stage, her heart filled with a mixture of surprise and affection for her boyfriend. She couldn't help but smile as Jake interacted with her fans, making them laugh and sharing stories, just as she had done earlier.

It was a memorable moment that Y/n and her fans would treasure for a long time to come, a surprise visit that added an extra layer of connection between the idol and her devoted supporters.

As the comments section went into overdrive with excitement, Y/n and Jake exchanged amused glances. They decided to make the most of this unexpected interaction with the fans.

"Wow, it seems like you guys are just as surprised as I am!" Y/n laughed, reading the flood of questions pouring in. "Alright, I was going to end this but let's see if we can answer some of your burning questions!"

Fans started typing their inquiries in rapid succession, causing the chat to scroll rapidly.

"Jake, what's your favorite thing about Y/n as an artist?"

"Y/n, can you tell us what Jake is like when he's not on stage?"

"Any hints about upcoming projects for ENHYPEN?"

Y/n and Jake took turns answering questions, giving fans a glimpse into their lives as artists and individuals. They shared anecdotes, laughed, and even dropped a few hints about ENHYPEN's future plans, much to the delight of their eager audience.

The spontaneous Q&A session became an unforgettable moment for both Y/n and her fans, strengthening the bond between them even further. As the live stream came to a close, the chat was filled with messages of gratitude, love, and excitement for the future.

After the surprise live stream interaction between Y/n and Jake, fans on social media went wild, sharing screenshots, highlights, and analyzing every moment of their brief exchange. It didn't take long for them to start putting the pieces together, and some fans began to playfully ship them as a couple.

Fan accounts and social media platforms buzzed with discussions about their chemistry, using the hashtag #Yake (a combination of Y/n and Jake's names) to celebrate this newfound "ship." Memes and fan art depicting the two of them in various romantic scenarios began circulating online.

The secret couple found the fans' reactions amusing and heartwarming. They watched as fans tirelessly debated whether they were just close friends or something more. Y/n and Jake knew that they had successfully added an intriguing layer of mystery to their relationship.

While the fans were determined to uncover the truth, Y/n and Jake reveled in the excitement, knowing that they had created a special connection with their supporters. They continued to focus on their music careers and share their talents with the world, all the while cherishing the delightful banter and playful shipping from their loyal fan base.

The secret couple couldn't help but laugh at the fans' dedication to uncovering the truth, and they secretly enjoyed being at the center of the playful speculation. As time went on, Y/n and Jake's love story remained hidden, but the fans' unwavering support and endless enthusiasm made it all the more special.

#enhypen #enhypen imagines #enhypen au #engene #enha #enhypen x reader #sim jake #jake #sim jaeyun #jake enhypen #jake imagines #sim jake fluff #sim jaeyun imagines #jaeyun fluff #jaeyun x reader #enhypen jaeyun #jaeyun imagines

[not-goldy]

Jokers are just jk biased dimwits if they care about jm you could have seen them taking stance for jm, his achievements are being stolen and given to jk we ain't telling you to post stuff against jk we are telling you to stand for jm, you are using him for fantasies atleast give some support to him in return too

Thats fair but I don't think anyone can steal JIMIN'S ACHIEVEMENTS. They certainly can try.

HIS MERE EXISTENCE IS AN ACHIEVEMENT

He is the most hard working idol in allllllllllll Kpop.

Undisputed. Unchallenged.

When he says, THIS IS JIMIN- HE MEANS THIS IS YOUR KING BITCHES. PARK FREAKING JIMIN! ROOKIE BIBLE BEAUTY GODDESS DANCE KING.

He knows WHO HE IS AND WHAT HE BRINGS TO THE TABLE.

NO ONE CAN TAKE THAT AWAY FROM HIM.

His mere existence is a work of art and everything he does is just- perfect.

He's a trailblazer. Pace setter. And He sets records.

Sure that record can be broken and has been broken by him and other artists so what? HAVE YOU SEEN HIS COME BACK???

Watch out for his come back.

You think people would move heaven and hell just so they can say they beat his record if he hadn't set the record so high????

He is the standard. He will forever be the standard.

Personally I admire whoever tries to beat his records because I know it's no small feet.

This is his playground and you better slay or go home.

Look what he did with the little budget he has.

That's what makes him great. That's what makes him an excellent achiever. NO ONE CAN STEAL THAT FROM HIM.

The boys from BTS are the best in the game- every single one of them and they bring the pressure. They were great before the fame before the resources was thrown at them and they are great without those resources.

Park Jimin certainly holds his own.

I'm sorry but he's not losing.

I take offense at that.

I'm looking forward to his comeback. If this is what he can do with little investment and company backing he will bust the crust open if he gets the resources.

He has proven worthy of every single investment and I know he has investors lined up. He can only go big from here.

I don't want to bring Jungkook into this but with all the money thrown at him be better prove to investors he is worth it and my God has he proven that!!!!

Investors don't care about achievements. They care about turning a profit on their investments. The bigger the risk the bigger the reward.

I think hybe should TREAT THEM EQUALLY. give them an equal budget and equal company backing. If they are discriminating against certain members and playing favoratism they don't need me to tell them that's wrong. They know they deadass wrong for that.

And it would make so much sense for the members affected by their blatant favoritism to drop them. They made hybe hybe. They can take their large following and social currency to the millions of companies trying to poach them.

Jimin is worth the investment. It's a shame if anyone can't see that. It's a shame hybe doesn't treat him like he is worth the investment.

My job as a fun is to focus on supporting his music his career.

I fail to believe a company that's exploited his image his body his sexuality and pushed him to produce some of the masterpieces of all time, visually vocally and performance wise- I'm talking Promise, Filter, Serendipity, Blackswan- that this same company is underestimating him.

A company that knew to tell him to expose his body to screaming fans, who take pride in the fact he bruises and bleeds through the pain rehearsing for hours, starving himself singing till his throat hurts- that this is the same company telling him someone else is worth the investment not him.

We either don't know the whole story and can't see the full picture or Jimin is stuck in a Stockholm syndrome dynamic with that company.

I like to think Jimin is holding out for after MS to go full on global domination mode. And I like to think hybe is saving up for him for after MS when he does a proper comeback. If not hybe has a lot of explaining to do because it's glaringly obvious they've put more resources into other members than him.

That's a fact. We can cry about, rant about it, send trucks- it does make a difference because it's better to let hybe know we on to them and won't tolerate this discrimination if it's deliberate on their part. The truck sender stans are so on point for this. It's the most effective way of holding hybe accountable.

The rants and buzz is also great in creating awareness to the situation and having media sites pick up the story will put enough pressure on hybe.

But do we have to be toxic while doing so? Mentally abusing a member is not standing up for anyone. It goes against everything Park Jimin stands for. Especially since he himself gets traumatized by other stans and over the stupidest things.

Be a good human. How about that accountability? Who's gonna hold us accountable for being a shitty human beings? We should care about our stans but we shouldn't lose our humanity in the process.

I just like to wait it out to see what the end game is.

I'm here. Gathering reciepts for the day of reckoning.

[lifeontoast]

Have I Found You?

 

Edward Nashton x fem!reader (she/her pronouns used)

 

SUMMARY: Edward thinks he has found his soulmate at long last.


A/N: a little something for my Eddie/Riddler fans - enjoy! I’m pretty proud of this one. Feel free to drop me any other Paul Dano requests if you have them.

 

Trigger warnings: traumatic past mildly implied, mugging

 

…

EDWARD’S POV

 

It’s her. I know it. She’s my angel sent down from Heaven. She’s made for me. Me, who has been so loveless my entire, miserable existence.

 

When I saw her in the diner yesterday, I am not at all ashamed to say I was absolutely transfixed by her totally mesmerising beauty. She was the purest, prettiest creature to bless these disgusting Gotham streets. What on earth is she doing here? Still, I can protect her from that. Well, Edward might not be able to, but Riddler certainly can. Just as soon as I get her to notice me. I know that she’ll love me when she gets to know me! There’s a word, a word I can’t quite grasp…

 

I’m going back to the diner tonight; she might be there again.

 

NORMAL POV

 

It’s him. You know it. He’s your angel sent down from Heaven. He’s made for you. You, who have been so loveless your entire, miserable existence.

 

When you saw that cute guy at the diner yesterday, it took everything you had not to go over and introduce yourself right away. He was far too good looking for someone like you, or so you thought. His transparent glasses rested on his nose in such an adorable manner, and even from a distance you could see his forest green eyes sparkling magically. Soft brown hair flopped over his forehead as he bent over his pumpkin pie, and what looked to be a puzzle book. Gorgeous and smart. He was perfect. All too aware that you were gazing shamefully, staring even, you looked away, a slight blush on your cheeks.

 

You’re going back to the diner tonight; he might be there again.

 

TIMESKIP TO LATER THAT DAY…

 

It was time. You were going to head to the diner, in the hopes that the gorgeous man would be there again. He had to be. The servers always seemed to know him by name (he was a regular!), though you didn’t know what name. You’d have to ask him that later. Walking down the streets (carefully, always carefully, as who knew what was lurking in those dark alleyways), you noticed a scuffle up ahead of you. Approaching cautiously, you tried to assess the situation. It was a mugging! Some poor guy was having his wallet stolen right in front of you. 

 

Sprinting up to the guy, you prised the mugger’s huge hands off the man and took the wallet back, finally punching him square in the face. He fell to the ground groaning. It was only as you looked at the man who had been victim to the attack that you realised who it was. It was the man from the diner, shaking like a leaf and looking astonished. Even when scared he didn’t look any less gorgeous. His green eyes were wide behind his wonky glasses, and even wider when he noticed it was you who stood in front of him. He bent his head to look at the grimy pavement instantly, cheeks turning red as a tomato.

‘Thank you!’ the man said, daring to steal a glance at you at last. ‘You saved me!’

‘It’s no problem, really.’ You smiled back. ‘Hey, didn’t I see you at the diner yesterday? Let’s go there now, to recover a little.’

The man nodded shakily. ‘Actually, I was heading there when that scumbag attacked me. By the way, I never caught your name... I, um, I’m Edward.’ 

‘Y/N.’ you said simply, starting to walk towards the diner. Edward followed behind you, smiling to himself. Pretty name for a pretty guy, you thought.

 

EDWARD’S POV

 

I was just on my way to the diner to see if that ethereal angel would be there when some idiot decided to mug me for my wallet. It was just a shame that Riddler wasn’t there; he could have killed the man in seconds. Instead, weak, puny, Edward had to cope with him all on his own. I was so tired, I was about to just give him my wallet when someone came running over, and started fighting the guy for me! Finally, punching the man to the ground, I turned to look at my saviour, when I saw the woman from the diner yesterday. So she was an angel! She had been sent there to save me, I just knew it. My eyes widened in disbelief, and I blushed terribly, looking at my feet. She saved me! I thanked her, and she offered to take me to the diner to recover. I asked her name, and she replied with the most heavenly name I’d ever heard: Y/N. It suited her perfectly. 

 

I felt myself fall for her straight away, my heart pounding crazily every time I looked at her beautiful face. When I saw her for the first time yesterday, I just knew she was the one for me! She could never like someone like me, though. I was ugly, and she was stunning. I was weak, she was strong. I was a devil, a worthless sinner, she was an angel. My angel. There was that word again, still just out of my reach…

 

We started on our way to the diner.

 

NORMAL POV

 

You sat down on one of the stools in front of the counter, and Edward sat beside you.

‘Edward, hello! Pumpkin pie?’ the friendly server asked him with a grin, and he nodded.

‘One for Y/N too, please. And two coffees.’ He replied quietly. Looking at you for approval of this order, you smiled gracefully. She nodded, and turned to get your food and drink. You and Edward whiled away the hours chatting about your lives, in between bites of pie and sips of coffee. You felt sure that you were in love with Edward, but were worried that he didn’t feel the same way. Your heart sped up, and your palms were clammy with nerves. All your life, you had never met anyone quite like Edward. He was quiet, yet charming and chivalrous. Beginning to let your mind wander, you pictured your and his life together. Edward would definitely make a brilliant husband, father, grandfather. His shy kindness endeared you to him infinitely, and you saw that he would never let you lift a finger while you were with him. No, that’s ridiculous! You told yourself to get over this pathetic little crush, not knowing that he felt the same way entirely. He definitely had a nice girl waiting for him at home, right? In fact, you probably shouldn’t be keeping him from her.

 

You decided not to pursue your feelings any further, not wanting to ruin your newfound friendship. Well, there are certain things you cannot share with another person without becoming friends with them, and saving someone from a mugging is one of them.

‘So, Edward, anyone waiting for you back at home?’ you asked, as casually as possible, secretly desperate that there wasn’t anybody. You just had to know.

‘Me? No, of course not!’ he laughed a little too loudly, seemingly wanting to prove eagerly that he was single. Strange. Now that he mentioned it, he did give you the slight impression that he had never been with anyone at all. Something about the twinkle of innocence and inexperience in those emerald eyes.

‘What about you?’ he asked, an audibly sad note in his voice.

You’d been free as air for a while now. You told him so. He looked strangely relieved. He smiled that beautiful, shy smile again.

‘So, Edward, what do you do for a job?’ you asked curiously. You couldn’t work out just by his appearance what he did, although you were sure it would be something nerdy.

‘I, um, I’m a forensic accountant, yourself?’ he replied.

You knew it. Edward was a little nerd! This endeared you to the man even further. You told him what you did, and he nodded, looking a little tense, zoned-out even. You were slightly worried, and were about to ask him if he was okay, when he suddenly exploded.

‘But I hate it there! They all call me Ed-weird, and make fun of me for liking puzzles and “being weird”. It’s not fair! I always have loved my riddles, but they just don’t understand them like I do. They’re so exciting, it gives me such a thrill when I solve one, makes me feel so powerful. Powerful enough to shut them up, to tell them that I’m not who they think I am. I’m not weird! Even in school they’d make fun of me, and at the orphanage too. It was so horrible there! We were always hungry; there was never enough for everyone, and in the winter, it was so cold… if only the Gotham Renewal fund had been used as it should have been, instead of a private money tree for those rich scumbags we call politicians and leaders!’ he seemed like he’d wanted to say all that to someone for a very long time. Breathing heavily, he glanced up at you carefully over his glasses, wincing slightly in embarrassment at his outburst, trying to gauge your reaction. Risking everything, you reached out and placed your hand over his shaky one, to comfort him. You threw him a sympathetic glance, and he blushed and smiled ever-so-slightly in return.

 

EDWARD’S POV

 

I was having such a great time at the diner with Y/N. I was falling deeper and deeper with every passing second, and felt ashamed at myself. How could she ever like me back? She asked me what I do, and I told her. But there was something I wanted to say to her, something to tell her. Something I’d wanted to tell anyone, anyone at all who would listen, to be honest. Anybody else would look at me like a rat and get up and leave in disgust. But she was different. She wasn’t like all my co-workers (if you could call them that; they hardly did any work) or strangers on the street. I had a feeling that Y/N would understand me, after all, she was my angel. Of course she’d understand. 

 

It all came out in a rush. I hadn’t meant it to be like that! She looked a little stunned when I’d finished, but, surprisingly, she placed her warm, soft hand over mine. She smiled, and I melted. My heart blew up in a supernova. She was just perfect. She looked into my eyes like she loved me, loved me! I finally knew the word I had been grasping at for hours now. 

 

Soulmate.

 

…

 

A/N: as usual, thanks so much for reading! You guys rock! Once again, feel free to drop me any other Paul requests if you have them.

#lifeontoast #paul franklin dano #paul dano x reader #paul dano #the riddler #dano!riddler #danonation #danonator #danocel #edward nashton #edward nashton x reader #riddler x reader #dano!riddler x reader

[boylikeanangel]

OFMD Episode 2 UK Broadcast Afterparty Stream (with Rhys Darby and Samba Schutte) Highlights

(I'm gonna do one of these after every stream for those who missed it btw, I'm taking notes for anything they reveal about season 2 so I thought I may as well add everything interesting!!)

- rhys has a mustache now (it's for his next role, but he still sent me jumping out of my chair when he came on screen)

- they filmed at least some of season 2 episode 1 outside whilst it was raining

- rhys said he sees stede as a lost soul

- he also compared the crew of the revenge to the muppets (in an affectionate way)

- samba said there might be new roach recipes in season 2 and an ofmd cookbook is definitely a possibility in future

- lots of sexual jokes about gardening equipment???

- samson apparently breaks character more than anyone else

- they were asked to describe season 2 in three words and they did not give three words but these are the words they used: bigger, extra, complex, epic, and heartbreaking

- samba had to come back to the "heartbreaking" one because he was worried he'd scared people; he tried to clarify what he meant but was cut off by rhys and kristian so he didn't spoil anything, but rhys said he wasn't sure what samba meant by this so we can be pretty certain he meant it in a positive way

- samba said he has upwards of 400 bts photos and videos to share with us all

- rhys said this show made him realise for the first time the kind of impact he could have on other people's lives through his acting and he could mean something to his fans other than just being someone who made them laugh :')

- if they were stranded on a desert island, rhys said he'd pick roach out of the whole crew to be stuck with, with ed as his second choice. samba said he'd pick jim

- samba stole some gold coins from set on season 2

- rhys hasn't stolen anything from the ofmd set, but theo (rhys' son) apparently took home the shoes he wore as young stede in season 1, and neither of his parents are sure if they were given to him or if he stole them

- rhys said "I'm a good boy"

#really good stream all in all rhys and samba are such an excellent duo #our flag means death #rhys darby #samba schutte #kristian nairn

[bananonbinary]

the main argument I've heard made wrt the IP thing and AI art is that the AI can only ever combine works from other artists. it has no creative input other than combining works that already exist; which, personally, i would be fine with if it was just being trained on work in the public domain and work from people who consented to be included, but these bots are scraping art from literally everywhere on the web with *very* few opportunities to opt out. even a human artist that's heavily inspired by other creators adds something of their own to the mix, it's kind of impossible *not* to unless you're literally tracing someone else's design, but AI is using art taken from other creators And Nothing Else, which when combined with the fact you can ask it to produce art "in the style of X" gets a lot of artists very mad

that feels like a very esoteric complaint though. how does one measure "creative input," and why does the actual method it uses to create not count? if you can't actually point to a bit of AI art like "thats my OC it clearly lifted that from this painting i did" then it's clearly done SOMETHING transformative. what has it actually stolen? the knowledge that your work exists, somewhere?

as far as i understand it, the main practical reason for "intellectual property" to exist as a legal concept, is to prevent someone from harming someone else's livelihood or reputation by claiming the work as their own. parody and free use are allowed only so far as they are sufficiently different from the source work. but these AIs...don't claim credit for the source works. they don't reproduce the source works anywhere at all. and what they create IS pretty transformative, even if it's in a soulless robot kinda way. it can't really be considered to be "taking away" from sales etc of the original works that exist, because it doesn't actually look like any one of them at all. I think even if I, a human, DID create "here's a collage of tiny pieces of shit i found on deviantart" it would still be considered fair use, but the connection between anything in the data sets and the actual art the AIs produce is much, much more tenuous than that.

I think any way that it could hurt an artist that you could define would also just cover competing artists in general. Even if an AI created a picture of, say, a tree In The Style Of Artist (let's call them Phil), it still wouldn't ACTUALLY be the same as the tree Phil would draw, it would just kinda look similar. and anyone who wanted a tree by Phil would know that this wasn't one, and wasn't worth their time. Phil could draw their own tree, and still sell it, and the AI would only really compete with that among Phil fans if it actually tried to claim that its version WAS by Phil.

This is sort of my main hesitation for the IP argument. we here in fandom spaces exist in a grey area of intellectual property, where EVERYTHING is "in the style of" or "based on" existing properties. if we try to legislate those very conceptual qualities, instead of actual concrete "look this was literally my image it made i published it two years ago," then our spaces will cease to exist.

again, that's not to say there's zero valid complaints about AI art. i definitely see the problem with corporations trying to replace human labor with them because the humans wanted better working conditions. (this is a larger problem imo where any progress in the workplace is stagnated because it will inevitably be used as an excuse to fire people instead of give them less work). and a friend explained to me why it's fairly offensive at the very least to try and bring AI art into what was clearly a space to celebrate the process of making art (eg, contests, writers groups and websites, etc). i just don't think this specific argument is a good path to go down.

#this is a bit disjointed #tldr: im an extremely practical minded person #and i just dont see the practical things we're arguing about here #and im very very concerned it will do more harm than good to transformative artists #copyright laws never benefit artists they only benefit corporations anyway

[slasher-male-wife]

Billy Lenz Holiday headcannons

So I'm not a Christian or really religious for that matter. But I do still celebrate the commercial Christmas with my family and I love winter in general. And what better way to start off the holiday season then with my favorite short king, Billy Lenz. Black Christmas is my favorite Christmas movie and I have to write this or I am going to explode. Also If I write about Christmas in the future then know it's about the commercial, gift giving, family celebrating kind and not the Christian kind unless I explicitly say it is. Like I said I'm not religious and I want everyone to be able to enjoy my holiday works but I'm still including some mentions of Hanukkah and a religious Christmas for fun. Also one last thing because this is getting long, if I ever mess up or get something wrong about Hanukkah please tell me so I can correct it.

Warnings: Billy being Billy, dead animal mentions

So let's assume that you've been dating Billy for awhile now. He loves the Holidays and he's so excited to spend them with you because he has no family to spend it with.

Now Billy's love languages are physical touch and quality time so he might not be the best at gift giving. You'll also have to explain that, no Billy a dead raccoon is not a gift anyone wants.

Now he's probably going to steal you or make you something for the holidays. It might be something simple like a little drawing of the two of you or a pair of stolen earrings from the attic.

He'll want to help you decorate around the house. Keep him away from glass and you're good. He loves putting ornaments on the tree and wrapping ribbons around things.

Speaking of Ribbons Billy is great with tying bows and just using his hands in general. So he'll happily help you tie ribbons on gifts if you need the help. Just let him know he can't open the gifts.

With enough "practice" I feel like Billy can go to a holiday party with you. He's not a fan of drinking and hates the smell of cigarette smoke so that's a bit of an issue but otherwise he'll be well behaved at the party.

If you're cooking something for a party he'll want to help. But I can also see him taking bites of random ingredients like videos of those cats doing the same thing. Don't be shocked if you find a chunk of butter being bitten out of the stick.

But he will also eat anything you make. Billy is a bit of a thinner man but I think he can eat anything under the sun if he tries hard enough. I'm also pretty sure that he could eat an entire turkey or ham by himself in one sitting if he hasn't eaten anything else that day.

I don't know a lot about Hanukkah because I'm not Jewish but I'm pretty sure that eating more greasy foods is apart of the celebration and Billy is all for that. He'll ask you to make an ungodly amount of food so he can eat most of it. He's in no way a picky eater.

I also feel like Billy isn't religious but if you invite or want him to celebrate any form of religious winter holiday with him he's happy to join you. He'll ask a ton of questions about everything and if you want to take him to a temple or a church please take the time to make sure that he understands the rules.

If family comes over Billy will be polite unless they start to be assholes. If someone comments "Save some for the rest of us", "You're really filling out", "You're really eating all of that?" or anything along those lines he's going to have to be let outside or else he's going to yell at them for insulting you.

If it snows where you live expect Billy to ask if he can borrow a coat and gloves so he can play in the snow. He'll be happy to play by himself but he won't complain if you want to join him.

He'll make a snowman with you, eat ice ciclles and snow too. Probably won't throw the first snowball but if you do then he's going to get super competative with throwing snowballs at you.

He's also a chronic cold hand haver so expect for him to shove his hands on your warm skin if you're close enough. I can also see him being the kind of person to shove snow down your shirt if he thinks you deserve it.

Billy also loves old Christmas cartoons, like the stop motion ones and other classics. Please sit with him on the couch and watch one of those movies with him.

#billy lenz #billy lenz x you #billy lenz x reader #billy lenz x y/n #slasher x y/n #slasher x reader #slasher fanfiction

[final-girl96]

STOLEN HEARTS CHAPTER NINETEEN

Warning: Contains Smut

After the concert was over and he did his encore Eddie told the guys he was going to pass up on going out to the club tonight in favor of spending time with me. Jay, my bodyguard who has been with me since I was a kid because my dad always wanted someone with me when we lived in California, escorted us out to the car that was waiting outside the venue where the concert was. It was no surprise that there were other bodyguards outside trying to keep the fans, who had gathered outside the doors to see Eddie, at bay.

Lights from camera's were flashing as paparazzi snapped their pictures. Eddie signed a few autographs and then we got in the car and headed to the hotel. As soon as we were in the car and pulled away from the screams of fans of flashing lights of the paparazzi, Eddie was on me, his lips attaching to my neck, hand sliding up under my skirt. "Spread your legs for me, sweetheart."

I spread my legs open, and he slipped his hand between them, pushing my panties to the side. His fingers, rough with callus' from playing guitar, spread my lips apart and found my clit. He attached his lips to mine swallowing the moan that bubbled up my throat, his fingers working slowly and lazy circles on my clit a few times before he pulled away.

The venue wasn't far from the hotel where we were staying, so the drive wasn't too long. The door was opened from the outside and Eddie stepped out, reaching his hand inside and helping me out. More flashes of lights and screams of fans as always. They always knew where to find the boys, especially Eddie. Again he quickly signed a few autographs as we pushed passed and into the lobby of the hotel. He pulled me to the elevators with Jay close behind us.

Once we were safely inside our room and the door was shut and locked, Eddie's hand came down on my ass. I yelped when his hand came down on my ass, leaving a stinging sensation behind. "You're going to fucking listen and listen good. Im going to fuck you and you are going to take everything I give you. Now come here," he whispered into my ear. He walked over to the bed and sat down. I walked over and stood up between his legs.

"Take your clothes off and lay over my lap, ass up." I sucked in a breath, pulled my bottom lip in between my teeth and began to slowly take my clothes off for him then laid over his legs with my ass in the air. Eddie smoothed his hand over the curve of my ass, squeezing each cheek before landing a slap on my right ass cheek.

I jolted forward a little and a small moan escaped my lips. Never would I have thought that I would enjoy being spanked, but when Eddie does it, I become a complete mess, willing to do whatever he asks me to and be his good girl. He smoothed his hand over where he just slapped my ass and then slapped the other side and smoothing his hand over that spot too.

"You like that don't you, baby. I bet you're fucking soaked," he said, digging his finger between my legs. I moaned and tried pushing back onto his fingers. He quickly removed his hand and slapped my ass again. "Only good girls get rewarded. You haven't been a good girl yet," he said. He gave my ass a few more slaps before telling me to get on my knees. I did as I was told and got off his lap and onto my knees.

"Take my boots off for me," he said. I quickly untied his boots, slipped them off, and set them aside, making sure to take his socks off too. He stood up and looked down at me. "Undo my belt and take my cock out." I licked my lips and slid my hands up his thighs to the buckle of his belt. I couldn't undo it fast enough, my hand trembled with want. I was so wet I could feel how soaked I was getting. I undo his belt and the button and zipper of his jeans, pushing them down far enough that I could take his cock out.

He was already hard, that wasn't a surprise. Eddie was always hard when it came to me. He gripped himself, giving his cock a few strokes. "open up nice and wide for me," he demanded. I opened my mouth nice and wide as I was told. His left hand gripped his hard cock while his right hand went to my hair. He shoved himself inside my mouth, pushing all the way until he hit the back of my throat. My eyes water slightly as I gagged. "Mmm. That's it, take all of me, baby."

He thrust his hips forward and fucked my mouth. I looked up at him through my lashes. His eyes were closed, head thrown back, lips parted. He was absolutely breathtaking from this angle. He was breathtaking all the time no matter what angle. I flattened my tongue on the underside of his cock as he shoved himself down my throat. He fucked my mouth until he stilled and spilled his hot, salty release down my throat.

His hand came to cup my jaw, "Swallow like a good little slut," he said. I swallowed his release and he pulled me to my feet, turned me towards the bed and pushed me onto my back. "Such a good girl for me. That gets you a reward." Eddie dropped to his knees, grabbed my ankles and pulled me to the edge of the bed making me squeal in excitement. His soft lips trailed kisses up the insides of my thighs until he reached my wet pussy. He spread me open with his fingers, rubbing against my clit. Eddie wasn't just good with his fingers…his tongue could do things that had me seeing an explosion of colors.

"Are you going to be a good girl for me?" He asked. He dipped the tip of a finger inside of me before running it up to my clit, rubbing circles. "Yes. Please, Eddie, I need you," I moaned. He smiled and got closer. I threw my head back when his tongue made contact with my wet, hot flesh. His lips wrapped around my clit and he sucked it into his mouth. His tongue flicked over the bundle of nerves, and he pushed two of his fingers inside of me pumping and curling them. "Eddie!" I moaned. My fingers thread themselves through his curly hair, pulling him closer to me.

I could feel the coil inside of my lower abdomen start to tighten. "Fuck, I'm going to cum," I moan. He pushed his fingers in and out of me hitting that special place inside of me that had my walls tightening around his fingers as he continued sucking and flicking his tongue over my clit. His fingers curled inside of me, hitting the perfect spot over and over and over. Just as I was about to come he pulled away. "No! Why? Eddie, please!" He got up off the floor and crawled over me, helping me scoot further up onto the bed.

"I want you to come on my cock as I fill you full of me. Can you do that for me, sweetheart?" He asked, dipping his head and kissing me. I nodded, pulling him closer and lifting my hips up off the bed. I was desperate for him to be inside of me. Eddie is the only man that has ever been inside of me and I know that if something were to ever happen between us, that no other man would ever be able to satisfy me like he does.

He gripped his cock and rubbed the tip between my slit, coating himself with my aerosol. When he brushed against my clit I whined from the sensitivity I was feeling. I needed him so fucking bad. "Please, Eddie, fuck me. I need you inside of me." He groaned at my words and lined himself up. The feeling of him stretching me; the burning pain mixed with pleasure of how big and thick he was was like a drug. I needed more. I always needed more.

He didn't waste any time pulling out and pushing himself back inside of me deeper and deeper until he was fully inside of me. My nails dug into the skin on his back, my legs wrapped themselves around his waist, feet dug into his ass to push him further. His pace started out slow. "You're always so tight and perfect for me, baby." He picked up the pace, grabbing my right leg and placing it over his shoulder, pushing him even deeper, if that was possible. He was hitting that same spot over and over.

My walls tightened around him as I came around his cock, but that didn't stop him. He kept going, fucking me harder and faster. The headboard on the bed hit the wall in rhythm with him. Loud moans and grunts filled the room, our skin was coated in sweat, and the room smelled of sex. "FUCK!" Eddie roared as he spilled himself inside of me at the same time I came undone again, soaking the sheets, myself, and Eddie from how hard I squirted.

Eddie stayed still inside of me, not moving a muscle until we both calmed down and he started to soften inside of me. He gently put my leg down and pulled out of me, and then he crawled off the bed. "I'm going to go run a bath, then I'll be back to carry you in." He leaned down and kissed me before disappearing into the bathroom. As he said, I heard the water being turned on and started to fill the bathtub before he reappeared and carried me into the bathroom.

#eddie munson #eddie x reader #eddie #eddie muson x reader #eddie munson x reader #rockstar au #rockstar!eddie munson #rockstar #eddie munson rockstar au #stranger things #stranger things eddie munson #stranger things netflix #stranger things x reader #stranger things rockstar au #eddie rockstar au #eddie munson x reader rockstar au #rockstar eddie x reader #rockstar eddie munson #joesph quinn #joe quinn

[umber-cinders]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

I was tagged by @pilesofpillows 😙

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

Four works so far but hoping to add more since I have a lot more fics written I've never published.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

Wow I didn't even know this was a thing! Had to look up how to find it. My total Ao3 word count is 182,483 words.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

My current works are for Black Panther but I plan to write a oneshot for MCU's Secret Invasion show because I liked Gravik and thought he was hot (I like the skrull in general lol). But I also have pretty long and large fics for Netflix's 2017 movie "Bright" that I want to upload as well. There are other fandoms too but they escape me atm.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

I only have four fics up and one of them is brand new so 😅

Winter Moon

Mount Jabari

If The Shoe Fits

Incubus

In that order. You can find a link to my fics for both tumblr and Ao3 here

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Absolutely! I love talking to the people reading my stuff and want them to know that their comments are appreciated and often keep me motivated to write more 😁Love you guys! 💕

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Hmmm, I guess that would be If The Shoe Fits. There's a planned part two that might negate this answer though.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Mount Jabari 🤣Reader was very happy at the end of that fic.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I did on Winter Moon but I don't particularly care about the opinions of someone whose intentions are to be intentionally dismissive and negative so the comments the person received in return were likely not what they had wanted 💀

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Absolutely yes. Bring me the SMUT! Right now! I will write it for you if you don't.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Nah, never did a crossover and not really a fan of them. However when I was still really young there was a gigantic, kind of OOC crossover fic with a bunch of popular anime from the 90s/2000s called Otherworld and I used to read that like it was the bible. It inspired me to do my own first fanfics. There were like 9 books to that story and multiple oneshots and short stories that tied the characters together and everything.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I am aware... and anyone who tries it....

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not publicly, but I have gotten a comment that someone loves my story so much that they translate every chapter so that they could read it properly and it made me so happy 😭❤💕

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nope! But I do love giving other authors ideas and vice versa. I think it helps people think outside the box when they brainstorm with friends.

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

I'm going to say Attoye from Black Panther for now? I was never that big of a "shipping" person in fandoms but I definitely enjoy Attoye enough to say I ship them. I also like Nashuri and Killmora.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Nothing atm. I tend to work on stories in order of inspiration and importance. I don't publish things I'm not willing to commit time to at some point.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I'm not sure exactly. I've been told that I write very descriptively and that it can paint a vivid picture of scenarios and characters, so I'll go with that.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Fluff and filler. I don't dislike fluff completely but I tend to write it as realistically as possible because trying to imagine people being that super ooey gooey makes me wanna gag and cringe lmfao

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I do it only when necessary for the simple fact that having to provide translations for entire scenes of dialogue gets tiresome and tricky.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Inuyasha in middle school💀

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

It doesn't have a name but like I said above, it was definitely Inuyasha and or anime related.

No pressure tagging: @karisomk, @megamindsecretlair, @mamajankyy, @mickimomo and anyone else who see this and would like to participate!

#tumblr tag game #writer tag game

[hoghtastic]

I think the nun costume stories are from different days.

I have no idea if this counts as off topic but I wish the one fan account that went offline a year ago was still active during a time like this. The one with the funny content. Often a lil cheeky. I think she/he left because of Mexico and the politicians. She/he didn't pander to Alex like others. No fan account was like hers or his? I really have to say there are great fan accounts, whether they like his gf or not, but I think there are also really bad ones that are borderline cheap. One of them is particularly inferior to the others. 

At first I was confused because I thought the funny account was back under a new name, but at some point I realized that the content was just much worse. Maybe she just wanted to copy the other account's style? The original account never sexualized Alex as much. Then I knew OK, it had to be someone else. I was a little disappointed not gonna lie. I was a bit shocked at how much information I got when I briefly asked what others thought about the account I’m referring to. 

Supposedly it was already a topic on the old blog. She's into private information about Alex and sticks with people who can give her private videos. I heard that she gets really excited when Alex's parents or others see her stories, supposedly she thinks that Alex watches all of her stories with a fake account. About that I wasn’t as surprised, you notice very strongly that she desperately desires acknowledgment and likes from Alex and his gf for her comments and captions but masks it as support. She likes his family’s comments under Alex gf’s comments and tries to involve in everything Alex. But her captions and comments for Alex are borderline obsessed. You could think Alex is a god and not a human being when you see her comments. But again, many of her comments are aimed at her hoping or thinking that he and others of his people see her stories. 

She is the type of fan account that likes to allude to hate towards his gf in her captions in order to portray herself as a true fan. She also gets attached to better fan accounts, actually a really REALLY good fan account that has good content, seems to be close to her. It's crazy how extreme some fans see Alex. He’s only human. Seriously, I would also like to watch private videos but this kind of worship is delusional.

Thank you for sharing your thoughts, anon. 😊 I believe that, as long as there will be celebrities, there will always be the extreme fans who put them on a pedestal, to whom they can do no wrong. However, it's important to understand that they're only human, like the rest of us, who happen to have made some career choices which gave them more exposition. However, they still have their flaws and are far from perfect. And this is why I disagree with the "censorship culture" I've seen on some Alex fanpages, especially since he started dating Johanne, where people were called out and deemed "not true supporters" if they dared criticize him and/or her. Not everything they do is bad, obviously, but they're not perfect either, and if people would like to comment on it, as long as they keep being respectful, they should be allowed to do so.

About the private videos, I believe they're private for a reason. Most of the time, they belong to people who are not public figures, and therefore such content should never be downloaded nor shared among fanpages. If not illegal, it's at the very least morally wrong. And even if people don't straightforwardly share it, just "hinting" at having them and/or knowing private info, to make themselves look more important or "better fanpages" is just childish and a desperate need for attention, in my opinion. (It reminds me of those irritating kids in elementary school, "Ooh I know this and that, but I won't tell you! Haha! 😜". Like, either share it (knowing it's stolen, private content and therefore you shouldn't be doing it) or just shut up and keep it to yourself. 😆)

#anon asks

[ofdxngers]

sonam kapoor, cis female, she/her, 37 — dear all nations, RIYA KAPOOR has crossed the city borders to edinburgh to the sound of WHERE ARE YOU NOW by LOST FREQUENCIES. the CHEF & BAKER of THE CHOLA EMPIRE is known to be IN FAVOR OF making peace. SHE reminds me of LATE NIGHT RECIPES OFF THE TOP OF HER HEAD and HUGS THAT SEEM TO CURE EVERYTHING however did you know that SHE WAS KIDNAPPED FROM HER FAMILY AT A YOUNG AGE AND DOESNT KNOW?

tw kidnapping

name: Riya Kapoor

age: 37

birthday: May 12

gender: Cis Female

pronouns: She/Her

royal status: Chef of the Chola Empire

sexuality: Heterosexual

Riya was born in a small village, full of music, love, and excitement. On that day, there was celebration and a feast full of some of the most incredible food in the country. She was a very happy baby, bright, cheery, and excited about everything. Her parents adored her, intending to give her the entire world. But tragedy struck when she was about two years old. Her small village was attacked and she was stolen, directly from her mother's arms. Vikings raided her village, intending to steal as many supplies and food as they possibly could. Originally, they had no intention of stealing a child, but they needed the village to comply. Running away with the small baby, she cried, and cried, and cried. But the second they got on the water, Riya was completely mesmerized by the waves. She clapped excitedly at everything, sang in baby language with all of the vikings. When she arrived, she was taken under the wing of the Halvden Madsen clan. The father kept her close, using her to feel strong and powerful.

She wasn't a fan of the fighting part of being a viking, but she adored all of the things she could cook. At a very young age, she'd been fascinated by all of the food, starting to cook for everyone. Riya was bright and cheerful, constantly getting lost because she was looking for ingredients of things to cook and bake for them. Her life with the vikings was fun, as far as she was concerned, because it was all she knew. However, when she was fourteen, the clan had a run in with the Chola Empire. They realized that Riya wasn't part of the family biologically and "rescued" her. She was completely devastated because the clan was all she'd remembered. Noticing her affinity for cooking, they allowed her to continue, teaching her everything, trying to show her that this was a better life.

Riya knew that at some point, she'd run into her brothers and sister again. Despite her being taken multiple times, having that trauma in her, she's a fairly happy person. She knows that everyone only ever wanted the best for her, but she can't help but wonder if there's something missing. Throwing herself into cooking and baking, she tries to keep herself happy. She adores being a cook. Riya is just a cutie, okay?

#introduction: riya kapoor #muse: riya kapoor #nomad.intro

[ghcstvalleychief]

No but the Lutawolf thing pissed me offfff! I was disgusted about the Emmett Till thing because any of us with a brain saw how that comparison was awful (and even though they tried to double down and swear it was a comparison instead of just apologizing and growing from this experience) but in that post they said a lot stuff that sounded very much like victim blaming and ableism as well. The whole post was rife with it but these parts stood out:

“Now, if you accuse someone. You have to have proof. And I don't mean bruises on wrists. I give those to my submissive when I do bondage.

For instance, if it was me. I could tag several people on here who know me in real life that can verify everything I've told you guys. I could point you to court casings. There were video taps, DNA, and much more. So much that they pled guilty. Never mind that they only got five months.

So not only do we not have proof from Poi. Other than pictures that were found to be stolen. She took someone else's pictures to use as her own. Do you see what I went through. I have videos and pictures. If it had been me that she stole from, I'd make her the abuse victim she wants to be so badly. “

As someone who’s also a survivor but was very young and couldn’t provide proof for many reasons, I was met with this same attitude from people for years because I spoke out. I hate survivors with superiority complex because the rest of us that don’t fit their perfect definition end up feeling belittled and invalidated. Like this isn’t even about the Poi/Build thing it’s about making other survivors who’s story probably looked similar on the outside, feel like crap all over again. Although, I find it funny that someone who says they don’t care about one party or the other, they definitely did a good job of painting Poi as the “psycho” and Build as the poor innocent baby. That’s why comparing him and his situation to Emmett felt even worse than if they’d just left it at that. Emmett was an innocent child and Build is a grown ass man with a documented history of similar behavior. The whole post was just disgusting all around.

I was contemplating abandoning the KP fandom after you said you probably would but, after this, I think I’m out for good. So many people who I used to admire here have recently shown themselves to just have the worst opinions. Anyway, sorry I just wanted to rant. There’s a lot of drama going on so please just ignore this if you want to.

Fuck Lutawolf. You know, I said I was gonna stay off of here, but I caught wind of all this bullshit and I had to see for myself what the fuck was going on.

I had that person blocked for quite some time but I unblocked them because I want them to see everything I'm saying regarding this issue.

At the end of the day, you can defend your shitty fave without comparing that piece of shit to an innocent child who was tortured and murdered as a result of false accusations. This is NOT the same. Build is NOT Emmett Till nor are their situations the same. Build is a garbage individual who has had a pattern of being awful and everything is finally catching up to him. Build is a racist, homophobic, misogynistic piece of shit (as per his own words when he wrote that sad sob letter last year after we found out how he truly thinks). He is not being unfairly targeted due to racism or outright hatred. Actions have consequences. You can't walk through this world thinking you can say and do whatever you want without there being consequences.

That's not how this works. Fuck Build, fuck his fans/supporters/staunch defenders, and fuck anyone else who thinks they can use murdered Black children to absolve Build of any perceived guilt. You can make a point without using Black trauma to justify and manipulate people into feeling sympathy for a guilty piece of trash. The Black trauma was used to really hit everyone right in the feels so they can care enough to ignore that he has a history of being awful. His fans have covered it up and have been trying to get other people to stop talking about it for MONTHS. Since that's not working this time, I guess they have to pull out the big guns. They're spreading misinformation and trying to quiet his accuser while also trying to force the rest of his cast mates to come out and defend him when there's nothing to defend. Brands are publicly renouncing him and cutting ties with him for a reason. He's bad for business and rightfully so.

Your fave has always been a bad person and it's finally caught up to him and now everyone knows. Stan who you want. Support who you want. If you want to support a guilty man, just say that. We won't respect you but at least be honest with yourself and everyone else.

#answered asks #anonymous #fuck build #fuck his fans too #murder mention tw #torture mention tw #racism tw

[wanderingnork]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

soft tag from @edda-grenade :3

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

288 (good fucking lord when did that happen)

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

1,547,194 (GOOD FUCKING LORD WHEN DID THAT HAPPEN)

3. What fandoms do you write for?

at the moment, it's Baldur's Gate 3 and Dragon Age. There are plenty of others scattered around as the inspiration strikes, though.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

The Protector, in which I fused the Protestant Reformation with Dishonored

Everything Important in a Suitcase (Fantastic Beasts)

a better mirror (Fantastic Beasts)

Going Home, in which everyone survives the Battle of Five Armies and Thorin and Bilbo figure their relationship out

i am stretched on your grave, in which Loki doesn't fucking die at the kickoff of Infinity War and ends up breaking the timeline

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

As many as I can! Sometimes I don't have the spoons. But fandom is based in relationships with other fans, so...I do my best to foster those.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Probably blood and a black sword, a fic for the Elric of Melnibone series. Elric tries to kill himself and fails, and while the ending is somewhat hopeful...the last line is his evil sword Stormbringer, which will eventually kill him and everyone he loves, being satisfied that he lived to fulfill his fate. It's pretty grim.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I write a fair amount of postive-ending fics. Gonna give this one to "Are You a Boy or a Girl?" a wizard101 fic about my nonbinary wizard dealing with gender norms in the Spiral and finding their own place.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Nope. And if I did, I'd mute and block and move on.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yes, I do! What I write when left to my own devices tends toward the...unhingedly kinky? It's not safe, it's not sane, but it's always consensual! Which is also buckwild to me because I'm about as asexual as they (ha) come.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Oh this HAS to go to Task Force Winchester, a crossover between Supernatural and Suicide Squad. I have a few others that are right up there, but I don't write many.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! One of my FB fics, The Protector, and one of my SPN fics.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

YES!!! During my time in the FB fandom I did several, and now with Dragon Age I've collaborated on an entire au featuring my Inquisitor and Saar, @edda-grenade's Inquisitor. As well as a delightful merfolk au with the same cast and co-writer. :3

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

It's gotta go to Dean and Cas. Like, that was formative in many ways, but also...it just works. I love it. Always will. I was "out of the fandom" when it became "canon" and I still ran in circles shrieking with excitement, and promptly wrote a fic about it.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

There are several unpublished AUs floating around on my computer. The big one is a Pacific Rim/Crimson Peak one. I poke it every time I watch one of the movies.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Worldbuilding, writing quickly, and "show don't tell" in regard to emotions, specifically. I went an entire 30k fic without saying the word "happy" or "sad" and got no complaints from my beta about it.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Spacial comprehension, where human limbs go and how far they can reach and/or bend, using ten words when one would do.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Please provide a translation. I've got some of this going on with the githyanki language in my Baldur's Gate fic, and I ALWAYS have some kind of in-text translation or a translation in the author's note. It's a fictional language, people don't speak it. Make it easy on the reader.

Also...make sure it works for the fic and the character. Random interjections (just according to keikaku/keikaku means plan) are awkward. If a character speckles their dialogue with interjections in another language, go for it!

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Maximum Ride! Unpublished, all of it, but I have SO MUCH FIC laying around. Some of it is pretty decent.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

Overgrown. It combines horror, romance, worldbuilding, and one of my favorite pairings with some of the best, prettiest prose I've ever written.

#nork rants about writing #tagging anyone who would like