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Day 7: Aphrodisiacs with Jisung

Wordcount — 5,144 words

Includes — Use of aphrodisiacs (their effects might be exaggerated for the fics' purpose, haha). Best friend!Jisung, perv!Jisung, conversation about sexual topics and mentions of sexual fantasies, dirty talk, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, fantasies of free use in the end.

Author's Note — Yeah I don't know what happened with the wordcount. Let's pretend I'm actually not a sucker for Han, but really... This was a special occasion haha. Please remember that english is not my first language so I apologize in advance for any grammar/spelling mistakes!

They weren't supposed to work.

Or at least that much you thought, underestimating the cheap candies once you bought them at a local sex-shop, with no hopes whatsoever that you were spending your money on quality products.

“I can assure you this is a waste of time,” you had told Jisung when you perceived him reluctant to follow your silly plan. “But we have nothing else to do, so we might just give it a try”.

“Can't believe you spent money on this,” he sighed, shaking his head while he saw you going through all the flavors you had bought. “I am telling you, they are a scam”.

“Well I got them already,” you huffed, almost giving up on convincing your best friend to try them out with you. “And I bought so many, so I might as well share them with you”.

“I'll pass,” he rejected you, returning his undivided attention to the screen in front of you. “You don't even know what they are made of, we might as well catch some stomach virus or something”.

“Is that it?” you asked him with a taunting grimace. “Or are you scared about the idea of them actually working?”

“Come on,” he scoffed, avoiding the intense gaze staring at him. “You know they are bullshit”.

“So have one,” you insisted, bringing the citrus flavored candy to him. “If they are bullshit, they won't work”.

He looked at you and then at the candy, intriguingly resting on top of your palm. In reality, he did think those products were a scam —they were nothing but a placebo effect. But in the back of his mind, he knew the possibility of them working was there.

And really, what would he do if the aphrodisiacs actually affected him? Even worse, what would he do if the aphrodisiacs affected him while being with you?

Jisung would never say such things out loud, mostly because he is ashamed of what goes on in his head, but he was truly afraid that the aphrodisiacs unleashed that part of him that he had tried hard to repress.

“What’s in it for me?”

Typical Jisung.

“I’ll do your laundry,” you proposed, but he didn’t seem too invested. “For the rest of the year”.

It was a good deal, he couldn't lie.

“All my laundry?” he asked, cocking eyebrows. “Socks, underwear and everything?”

“All,” you nodded. “Up until December 31st”.

Jisung hesitated, but he finally reached out to grab the cherry flavored sweet.

“How long does it take to kick in?” he asked you, fingers ripping the package open.

“25 minutes?” you replied, turning the candy wrap to see if the back of it had any helpful information. “I’m not too sure, I think that’s what the lady at the sexshop told me”.

He nodded and ate the sweet in one bite, chewing it slowly. “It doesn’t taste as bad as I thought,” he murmured, “I mean, it’s not the best, but it’s savory”.

“Yeah, this isn’t bad either,” you said. “I’m pretty sure the citrus one is going to taste way better though”.

Jisung scoffed. “How many flavors did you buy?”

“All the flavors there were”.

After 30 minutes and no signs of any kind of effects from the aphrodisiacs, fully convinced that they were not going to work, you and Jisung managed to empty the plastic bag full of colorful candy.

At first, you were both hyper-alert to see if you could spot any weird feelings or sensations —a slight chill and a faint tingling sensation on your legs were pretty much all you felt throughout the waiting time, but it wasn’t anything out of this world and, at moments, you and Jisung even believed it was part of the placebo effect.

Fools.

“I’m so pissed,” you exclaimed, chewing on the last peach flavored candy. “I knew they weren’t going to work, but it would’ve been fun if they did”.

For Jisung, it would’ve been everything but fun.

“It’s almost like you have never been aroused, ever,” he mumbled with sarcasm. Why were you so invested in aphrodisiacs, Jisung wonders? It’s not like you haven’t experienced real arousal before.

“Yeah but aphrodisiacs don’t work just for that,” you explained. “Apparently they make you more sensitive, and everything feels ten times more intense. I don’t know, I saw a video a while ago and I haven’t stopped thinking about it ever since”.

Jisung wanted to ask what kind of video you were talking about, but he stopped himself —for his own sake, it was best to not know. Otherwise, if you were to tell him that you actively watch porn in your room, he would have ended up jerking off to that very thought that night.

“Well,” your best friend murmured. “At least they were good”.

“At least,” you sighed.

And that sigh was followed by a comfortable silence that dawned upon the both of you, the only sounds flooding the living room coming from the movie Jisung chose for the night. A comfortable silence that was interrupted by your sudden need to tell your best friend all about that clip you watched.

“The girl in the video came like… 3 times in less than 10 minutes,” you spat, recalling the aphrodisiacs video you found on twitter not too long ago. “It was in another language so I couldn’t understand a thing, but it seemed fun”.

When you said that, Jisung felt a pang on his cock. It was too quick, too faint and almost imperceptible, but he blamed it on your words —there was no way on earth it was anything else but your voice saying such a thing.

“I felt pure envy,” you murmured, laughing. “She was lost in her own world, squirting and coming over and over again until her legs were shaking. I've never experienced that, so I thought about trying aphrodisiacs”.

“What would you do if they had worked?” Jisung asked you, not daring to make eye contact with you.

“Shit,” you sighed, amused by the thought. “I don’t know. Probably lock myself up in my room and just- I don’t have someone in mind who I would call in times like these, if that’s what you are asking”.

“That’s not what I asked,” Jisung shook his head, swallowing thickly when he felt as if you had discovered his intentions. “I was just curious”.

“What would you do if the aphrodisiacs had worked?”

Jisung didn’t really want to know.

Without aphrodisiacs, he was the horniest, neediest and desperate person he had ever met. He was the type to get hard at anything, especially by you.

And that was something that truly haunted him —you could be doing the most trivial, innocent things and his cock would find a way to get hard inside his pants.

“I don’t know,” he admitted. “I didn’t think about it, I wasn't even hopeful that they would work”.

“Well, think about it,” you told him, tilting your head. “How do you think you would act if you were stupidly aroused?”.

Jisung didn’t need to think about it because he knew the answer.

With or without aphrodisiacs, he jerked off at least 2 times a day —when he woke up or took a shower, and right before going to bed. Not only did he do it to relieve some tension or stress, but because he was always turned on. And it didn’t matter how many times a day he made himself come, it was never enough.

“Uh…” What was it that you wanted to hear? He could tell you were pushing the topic of conversation, but you didn't seem like you wanted to get anywhere with it. “Jerk off?”

“How many times?”

“God, I-” the questions kept getting more and more ridiculous, but a part of him insisted on giving you a proper answer. He could have stopped the conversation at any given time, really, but he didn’t. “I don’t know”.

Question after question, Jisung started to feel his skin getting hotter. It was almost as if the living room was shrinking in size, leaving him trapped in a small space just with you.

“Well, if the aphrodisiacs had work, I would’ve spent the whole night with my hand inside my underwear,” you scoffed, tilting your head. “Would try and make myself come like the girl on that video”.

When he felt another pang on his cock, way more intense than the last one, he couldn’t ignore it.

“You would?”

Tonight, your words were coming out with no filter. Jisung didn’t need to ask about the video for you to fill him in on what it was about, and he definitely didn’t expect for you to answer bluntly honest to any of his questions.

“Yes,” you sighed. “Fuck I- I even purchased a few toys not too long ago. I haven’t tried them all yet, but I’m planning to. Maybe tonight, or during the weekend when you are not around, I don’t know”.

When you said that, Jisung remembered the package that arrived at your doorstep a few days ago. You weren’t home so he texted you to see if you had purchased anything online, and your reaction was rather strange.

“Leave it in my room,” you had told him over the phone, weirdly nervous for such a trivial thing. “Uh, it’s for… it’s a gift, my friend’s birthday is coming up”.

Not only were you a terrible liar, but Jisung was an exceptional lie detector.

“The package you received on monday?”

It didn’t make any sense how hard you tried to prevent him from snooping through your stuff only to end up admitting what the package was about a couple of days later.

“Yep,” you laughed, pushing a few strands of hair away from your face.

“What kind of toys?”

The idea of you noticing how nosy he was being scared him, but you didn't seem to mind. And because you didn’t seem to mind, he didn’t seem to care —the more you answered, the more he questioned you.

“I bought a dildo, a wand, even some nipple clamps…” you couldn’t recall every single item you had bought online, but that was more than enough of an answer for him. “I tried the dildo already, but I haven’t taken my time with the others”.

The image of you, laying on your back with your legs spread and your hand forcing a dildo inside your cunt was something that he couldn’t let go of that easily.

“What color is it?” Jisung asked you, visibly eager to know such a random fact.

It might’ve been random for anyone, but not for him —if you were giving him the opportunity to lore into your deepest secrets, then he was going to get as many details as possible.

He was much more a detail-oriented person rather than one who took into account the bigger picture.

“A clear one,” you replied. “Transparent. It looks cool”.

He unconsciously stared at your thighs, fantasizing about the image you had engraved into his mind —your hand moving roughly against your pussy, burying the toy deep inside you while you desperately tried to hit that one spot that could assure you the pleasure that the girl in the video was feeling.

He felt bad for even thinking about you that way —you, who had been nothing but a sweet, caring best friend. More often than not, Jisung thought it was inappropriate to have such perverse thoughts about you, especially because you had never done anything for him to think them in the first place.

He might’ve been staring at your thighs for too long, because he didn’t even feel your palm resting on his knee, softly stroking it while your eyes were fixed on such a scene.

“Didn’t think they would kick in, huh?”

When you asked him that, he immediately stared at his crotch, noticing what he had been fearing for all the years he had been living with you.

His first instinct must have been to try to hide his erection with a cushion, or perhaps lean over himself to prevent you from seeing his bulge. But, in the midst of things, Jisung did nothing.

“I didn’t think they would kick either,” you continue without taking his eyes off him.

You were shamelessly staring, and he was shamelessly showing himself off —it was a weird dynamic, but none of you bothered to change anything from it. “But I can feel it now”.

Your nipples were painfully erect underneath your t-shirt, and your cunt was soaking wet to the point that your folds were sticking to your underwear.

“What exactly do you feel?”

Jisung’s question was ambiguous, but it awakened endless responses in you.

“I feel desperate,” you replied, tilting your head at him. “I can’t stop looking at you and wondering how it would feel to have you inside me”.

You didn’t know if it was you or the aphrodisiacs talking, but those were thoughts you already had prior to that day. Maybe the candies gave you the courage to say so out loud, but your attraction towards Jisung was definitely not a product of the whole situation.

“How do you think it would feel?”

Your hand was still on his knee and your eyes were fixed on his crotch, his words looping in your brain while you tried to explain yourself.

“Good,” you barely managed to say, feeling the skin on your palm burning because of the contact. “Feel like- you can fill me up real good. Even better than the dildo I bought”.

“It doesn’t feel as good as the real thing?”

“Nu-huh,” you replied, shaking your head. “Bet you would feel a thousand times better”.

“Me?” he asked you, luring you into saying something else so he could act on it.

“Yeah,” you replied. “When was the last time you fucked?”

The question took him by surprise, but he still answered it.

“3 or 4 months?” He exhaled, licking his lips while feeling your touch going higher and higher on his thigh. “I- don’t know. I’ve been busy these days”.

“That’s a lot of time,” you purred, gripping his thigh softly. “Aren’t you stressed?”

You were practically putting yourself on a silver trail for him, and Jisung liked that as much as he hated it —on one side, his cock was twitching in excitement for the possiblity of being able to fuck you, the main character of his wet dreams; on the other, he hated how shy he was acting. Up until that point, Jisung was sure he was giving you the wrong impression.

“Where are we going with this?” he asked you, out of the blue. It had been minutes of teasing and beating about the bush —you were provoking him to do something, but it seemed as if that was the only initiative you were willing to take.

“The aphrodisiacs worked on us,” you spat, as if the elephant in the room wasn’t obvious. “And we are here, we both need- I think we need each other, and-”.

“You want me to fuck you?” Jisung’s heavy breathing and your loud heartbeats resonated through the living room, even while the movie was still playing in the background. It was a risky move, but he knew you were not going to reject him.

You definitely wouldn’t.

“Yes, but I don’t think we should,” you sighed, followed by a frustrated groan. “Fuck, I can’t- think straight”.

Perfect.

He copied your actions and placed one of his hands against your thigh, the warmth of your skin burning his palm.

“We don’t have to talk about this,” he proposed. “Hm? What do you think?”

“I can’t just not think about it,” you murmured, half-lidded gaze making eye contact with him. “I’m not scared about things getting awkward between us- I’m scared of not being able to stop”.

“What do you mean?”

“Like,” you let out another frustrated groan and shifted your position on the couch to face him. “If we fuck tonight, I’m sure it is going to happen again. And again. And again.”

“And so?”

“We live together” you exhaled, as if the answer wasn’t rather obvious. “It is going to get weird”.

“So you don’t want to, then?” his hand moved from your thigh to your hip, and you melted under his touch.

His hands were big, and somewhat rough, and the fact that he was touching you in places he had never touched before was only making it worse for you to think clearly.

“No, I do want to-” you sighed, hypnotized by his intimidating gaze. “I need you, really need to be fucked”.

“But?”

“But you are my best friend!”

“And you are mine,” he exhaled, murmuring his words with a husky voice. “That doesn’t mean I don’t fantasize about you all the fucking time”.

It was supposed to be a secret but, in the midst of things, Jisung didn’t seem to care about the information going out of his lips.

It was almost as if the aphrodisiacs were some kind of drug that forced you to speak the truth.

“God,” you sighed, pushing your hair back nervously. “You aren’t making this any easier”.

“Why not?” he asked you, dragging his hand from your hip to your waist. “This is kind of your fault”.

The aphrodisiacs.

“What do you suggest, then?” you asked back with a pinch of sarcasm. “You suggest we fuck and then forget all about it?”

“Why not?”

There were a million reasons why that suggestion was anything but right; there were another million other things you two could do to try and ease the aphrodisiac’s effects, yet you knew you needed Jisung more than he needed you. The endless nights of masturbating to the thought of his voice, his hands and him were proof of it.

“Promise we will forget about it?” you queried, melting underneath his touch. “Pretend it never happened and never talk about it?”.

Jisung’s eyes were fixed on your lips, his cock twitching at the idea of getting to feel them against his.

“I can’t promise you that,” he whispered, voice turning deeper the more aroused he got. “I don’t think I could ever forget how it feels to be inside you”.

You closed your eyes in defeat, blaming the aphrodisiacs for not allowing you to think logically.

But really, what else could you do if not give in? The mere touch of his hand was burning against your skin, you felt tingles all over your body and the way he whispered those dirty words got you wondering what he would sound like while fucking you.

“Don’t think I could ever forget how pretty you look while having my cock inside you,” he murmured, lips approaching yours.

Jisung knew it was only the beginning. The more he talked, the more your body reacted, and he couldn’t ignore how you squeezed your thighs together every time he said something dirty.

“Best friends do this kind of stuff all the time, anyways,” he murmured against your lips, too close to feel his breath caressing your face, yet too far to be able to taste him for the first time, ever. “Okay?”

Okay.

You didn’t answer, but you didn’t need to —your lips were already pressed together, parting them ever so slightly so that your tongue could meet his. You've kissed many lips before, yet none of them felt like Jisung's did —they were wet, and bold, and they tasted oh so good that you craved to kiss him more, even when you were already doing so.

It was just a kiss, yet your body reacted as if it was something else. Your hips were grinding unconsciously against his touch, your clit was aching to be played with and your nipples were poking through your shirt, begging for his attention.

“Fuck,” you whispered in between kisses, a few beads of sweat forming on your forehead and nape. “It feels so weird”.

More than feeling weird, Jisung felt pain. His cock was so hard it hurt, and he seemed too desperate to take off his clothes.

“Can’t fucking wait,” he groaned, trembling hands finding the hems of your shorts. “Please let me- Want to know how badly you want me”.

His fingers slipped inside the elastic of your bottoms, guiding them expertly to that one place he was dying to explore. He needed to feel your warmth, to be sure that your body reacted the same way he did.

“Don’t tease me,” you swallowed thickly, eyes fixed on the veins of his hand and arm. The cold rings on his fingers made you shiver, and the anticipation of getting to feel his touch somewhere he hadn’t touched before made your heart skip a beat. “Please”.

“The fact that I’m your best friend doesn’t matter anymore, hm?” he scoffed with cockiness, the tip of his middle and ring fingers pressing against your swollen clit on top of your dampened underwear.

“Shit,” you sighed again, rolling your hips against his hand.

You were much more sensitive than usual, and Jisung wondered if you had always been this way or was it just the aphrodisiacs’ effect.

“So wet,” he groaned, tracing your clothed slit. “Just like I’ve always imagined”.

Perhaps it wasn’t much of a secret that Jisund dreamt about fucking you for as long as he can remember —you clearly recalled a few times you caught him staring at you in an odd way. But the possibility of him being attracted to you wasn’t as arousing as him actually telling you all the filthy and perverse things he thought about you, even while you weren’t aware of it.

“What else have you imagined?” you asked him, desperate to get rid of your clothes. “Want to know all of it”.

Jisung licked his lips while he stared at you undressing for him, exposing yourself completely to him for the very first time.

And definitely not the last one.

He stared at your breasts for what felt like ages, before he caught a glimpse of your glistening, swollen cunt that was asking for him to use it.

“You,” he murmured in awe, his cock leaking precum and staining his pants and underwear. “Sucking me off, letting me come inside your mouth”.

“What else?”

You’ve always been a sucker for dirty talking, but hearing him saying all those things was completely different from what you were used to.

“Fucking you raw,” he continued, feeling his skin burning when your hands desperately reached for the hems of his shirt and helped him get it off. “Getting to come inside you a couple of times a day, watch my cum leaking out of your pussy while you thank me for it”.

When your hands sneaked inside his pants and touched his hard bulge without a warning, Jisung bucked his hips against you.

The aphrodisiacs did wonders on turning you both more sensitive, and you couldn’t figure out if you liked it or hated it.

“Is that what you think when you masturbate?” you asked, stroking his clothed erection. From time to time, Jisung’s hips twitched because of your touch, and he couldn’t help but feel pathetic for being desperate. “Don't think I don't know what you do when you lock yourself in the bathroom for hours”.

“Would that satisfy you?” he panted, breath hitching every time you squeezed his cock a bit too rough. “To know that I jerk off thinking about fucking you at all times?”

“Mhm,” you sighed, feeling your cunt clenching around thin air while you stroke him off. “And I can’t wait for you to actually do it”.

“Are you always this desperate?” he hissed, lowering his pants to reveal his hard, veiny cock. He wrapped his hand around the tip of it and smeared the precum all along it, moaning for you while doing so. “Or are the aphrodisiacs talking?”

“Both,” you admitted, eyes fixed on the way he played with his dick. “I’m always aroused but this- just made it worse”.

“And have you ever thought about me this way?” he asked again, guiding you to sit on his lap with your cunt aligned with the tip of his length.

“Yes,” you bit your lip, rolling your hips against his while your own fluids lubricated his cock. “It’s not- It’s just not the aphrodisiacs, I do want you. I’ve always wanted to feel you”.

Jisung traced your slit with two of his fingers, getting them all wet and slippery while your body trembled on top of him, “Yeah?”.

Before you could reply, Jisung lifted his hips so that his cock could enter you deep; the stretch was so sudden that it made you gasp, and the way your walls clenched around him almost aggressively at the unexpected stimuli made him groan loudly.

“G-god!” you cried, breath getting caught up in your throat the more he bottomed out.

“This is what I feel like,” he hissed with a shaky voice, too lost into watching you falling apart on top of him. “Don’t need to imagine it anymore”.

You bent forward to kiss him while having his cock deep inside you, forcing him to stay like that for a while as you got used to his length. Your lips hungrily attacked his in a sloppy kiss, one who knew neither rhythm nor gentleness —it was like you both were too fucked out now to reciprocate each other’s kiss, but you didn’t care.The messier the kiss was, the more you clenched around him and, although his cock was already inside you, it still hurt.

“Can I fuck you now?” he whimpered in between kisses, his voice sounding unrecognizable to you —the husky, deep tone was long gone and was replaced by a whimpering, desperate one. “Want you to come around my cock”.

You nodded, still with your hands cupping his face and your lips devouring his. After that, Jisung lost no time in starting to move inside you at a slow pace at first, helping you get used to his cock while he deliciously explored your cunt.

His hands grabbed your arse while he fucked your cunt with rough and deep thrusts, letting you feel all of himself inside you.

“Touch yourself for me,” Jisung asked, half-lidded eyes taking in all of the sight in front of him —his cock was going in and out of you with ease, your wetness providing the most delicious friction while your legs trembled in pleasure. “Want to see you playing with yourself while having my cock fucking you”.

He didn’t need to ask you twice before your digits were already rubbing your clit in circular motions, matching the same pace his thrusts had.

“You feel so- hard inside me,” you moaned, struggling to maintain your position while your body threatened to plop down over his. “So fucking g-good”.

“You think your toys will ever feel as good as I do?” he groaned through gritted teeth, the pace of his thrusts becoming sloppier every second that passed by. “Don’t worry, I can take care of you”.

“Shit,” you whispered, closing your eyes when you felt the knot tightening inside your lower abdomen. “No, they don’t- feel as good, no”.

“It’s okay,” Jisung murmured, forcing you to plop down on him while he continued fucking your pussy. “I can be your toy from now on”.

The filthiness in his words were pushing you to the edge, one of your hands grabbing his shoulder for support while the other continued working on your clit, rubbing it sloppily and carelessly with the sole purpose of getting you to come.

“Ji-” you cried, burying your face on the crook of his neck. “Yes- want to fuck your cock more”.

“Yes?” he queried, “Want my cock to be your toy? To be available for you to use whenever you feel like it?”

The thought he just engraved in your mind was the last push you needed to reach your orgasm —thinking about getting fucked by him every time you wanted, in all the different ways you craved, was more than enough to make you come around his cock.

“Coming,” you cried, increasing the movement of your fingers while he did the same. “C-coming, Ji-”.

He fucked you through your orgasm with rough thrusts, making your legs tremble and your eyes roll to the back of your head while you pathetically resented the effects of aphrodisiacs. It felt all more intense, more long-lasting.

“God,” he groaned, hugging you tightly while you trembled on top of him and managing to keep his cock inside you, even while your body spasmed. “You’re going to make me come”.

“P-please,” you murmured quietly, trying hard to overcome the sensations your body was feeling. “Please come”.

He never stopped moving inside you, not even when he was hugging you and keeping you in place. He was just a few seconds away from his orgasm, but he wanted to keep on fucking you for as long as he was able to.

“You want me to be your toy then, huh?” he queried, licking his lips while he swallowed thickly. You nodded against his chest, moaning and crying in overstimulation every time his pubic bone hit your swollen clit. “Then, it’s only fair you get to be my toy too, let me fuck your tight cunt whenever I want”.

“Yes, yes, yes-” with shortness of breath, you agreed to everything Jisung was saying.

And that was not the aphrodisiacs’ fault, but your own.

“Yeah?” Jisung asked, too far gone to think the whole thing through. “I’m going to fuck you all the time, bend you over any surface and use your cunt as I please,” he hissed, feeling chills all over his body while his cock twitched inside you at the idea. “Gonna make you come as much as you ask me to, make a mess- out of you”.

When you cried and begged for him to do exactly that, Jisung couldn’t hold any longer.

“Fuck I- Where do you-?”

“Inside,” you whimpered, straightening your body so you could see his face. “Want it there”.

With sharp, deep thrusts, Jisung milked himself inside you until the last drop. He could even feel your walls squeezing him harshly, almost as if they were begging for more, and it made him feel dizzy.

It was truly something he had never experienced before.

You stared at him while he filled your pussy to the brim, hazy half-lidded eyes looking at you while he tried to stabilize himself.

You both came hard, but it seemed as if the pleasure was elongated. You were both sensitive, and still aroused, and trying to figure out how to describe the experience you just had.

Trying to figure out what happened in the first place.

But it was safe to say that neither of you regretted it. At all.

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Anonymous said:

do you have any advice on writing character motives and backstories? all of my characters either have motivations that are too extreme when their stories are taken into view, or their backstories feel laughable and it makes their motives look ridiculous

My snap answer is “Lean into the extreme-ness and have it be part of the character”. My more detailed answer is thus:

A character’s motivation is the most important aspect about them, because a character that is not motivated is a character that doesn't want to do anything and it's hard to write a character who doesn't want to do anything.

Making Comics, by Scott McCloud

So, while I suppose it's possible there are excesses, I would say that giving your character a strong motivation is worth giving them an outsized backstory to fit. If you're writing a series about solving mysteries and your main character doesn't want to solve mysteries, then you'll have to keep coming up with excuses to make the plot happen. So, one way of writing character motivations is "I want the character to do X and if the character also wants to do X it'll be easier to write".

When I wrote Legend of the Hare, the idea was that Jill would join up with the rabbits right away and we'd be off into Magical Girl Adventures, but when I was actually writing the pages (which I was doing as the chapter was being written, which is a terrible habit), I realized that I couldn't come up with a good reason for Jill to agree to join the rabbit war, so....she didn't. I got her super drunk and sent her home with a weird new tattoo and basically had to start the comic over until she had a reason to sign up and we could start the plot. I think I did an okay job of making it all look planned, but I basically threw out my entire outline for the entire comic because my protagonist wouldn't go along with it.

In Saffron and Sage, which is in many ways a reaction to Legend of the Hare, Saffron's motivation is clear from literally the first panel of the first page. I have thus never, in nearly 200 pages, sat around trying to figure out what Saffron would do. But this created its own problems, which is that Saffron's entire motivation wasn't really "established" so much as "thrown out offhandedly" for the sake of having a cool in media res opening chapter. It wasn't clear why Saffron was so invested in rescuing Faunus, and I got enough feedback that I eventually did a flashback chapter that I'm not super happy with but c'est la vie.

So those are the two lessons I've learned. Your character should want to do the thing you want them to be doing, and there should be some definition for why they want that. Sometimes the "why" is pretty obvious

And sometimes it needs a bit more meat.

(Another aspect that's important, though, is that motivations often drift over the course of a character's arc. Indeed, the most famous kind of character arc out there is the Pixar "want vs need" style, where a character's initial motivation is "bad" and they get a "better" one after they grow as a person, but the initial motivation is the one driving most of the plot)

And it's sort of difficult for me to answer your question of "how to establish backstories for motivations" when I don't know what your characters' motivations are meant to be, but lets use the example of a high school romantic love quadrangle, since those are often kind of silly. Here's a basic setup

Sweet Dear Innocent Melody, the protagonist, is in love with Chad Footbalman, the quarterback. But Chad is in a somewhat dramatic and troubled relationship with That Skank Felicity, who is way hotter than Melody and also the villain. Meanwhile, local nerd The Virgin Simp keeps flirting with Melody, who rejects him. Melody will do the generic teen movie makeover thing to get Chad's attention but eventually he'll realize he loves her for who she is. Our planned endgame is that Melody and Chad get together, and Simp improbably hooks up with Felicity, so everyone ends up happy. Very generic teen movie plot. (It's also a very straight one, but shh)

Just from this setup of point A to point B, some potential motivations start to come out of the void. Felicity is hotter than Melody, and we know that Simp's happy ending is getting with Felicity. So Simp's motivation can be "wants to touch boobs". He's kind of a creep and a big part of why he's harassing Melody is that he thinks she's "achievable". We want him to be unlikable (so that Melody doesn't look bad for rejecting his advances), but not so much that the audience wants him dead or anything. We don't wanna go full Mineta here. He can also be the one who gives Melody the fashion tips to get a proper makeover, since he's been studying hot girls enthusiastically.

....Actually, having the dude who's super about wanting to have sex with women also inexplicably being an expert in women's fashion is a very stereotypical "closeted gay dude pair" of traits, which is a possible different ending. Hm. Lets table that thought for a minute.

So Melody wants Chad. That's easy enough, you don't even necessarily need to explain it in more detail than that. Why does Melody want Chad? Is it because he's a handsome jock and she has more in common with Simp that she wants to admit? Well, the story is "She tries to get a makeover and Chad loves her as she is", so Melody's character arc is learning to believe in herself. It's not a story about learning to see the inner beauty of other people. She knows that Chad's actually a cool dude and not just a handsome jock, she sees the real Chad etc. She saw Chad, like, pet a bird or something and now she's head-over-heels for him. We don't need an elaborate backstory here.

Chad wants Melody but he doesn't know it yet, so he starts off wishing his girlfriend was [character trait here], which just so happens to describe Melody. He really wants to start a ska band and wishes he knew a trumpet player who shared his love of ska, which just so happens to describe Melody, sure. The ska obsession doesn't have to be revealed early on, it can be a twist that's revealed around the point he and Melody start connecting.

Chad's basically just Sami Zayn

So, when I started writing this, my idea was that That Skank Felicity wanted someone to wait on her hand and foot, which is an "evil" motivation that'd make Simp the perfect boyfriend for her in a Meghan Trainor's "Dear Future Husband" kind of way, but then I decided that Simp's aggressively horny because he doesn't want to admit something about himself, so the planned ending doesn't fit the motivation I came up with. I could change Simp's motivation to have him be straight, or change the planned ending, but let's see if we can't come up with a way to square the two ideas...hm...

Okay, got it. Felicity is super into the tradwife aesthetic. She wants to look and live a certain way, and she doesn't care about Chad as a person at all, she just wants to have a quarterback boyfriend because it's part of The Aesthetic and she cares about The Aesthetic to an extreme degree. She's the villain in a cheesy rom-com, she's allowed to be kind of ludicrous like that. Plus it fits into our theme of "looks aren't important it's what's inside that counts" to have a villain who's obsessed with looking a certain way. And then she can be catty about the makeover outfit Simp made for Melody, and Simp and Felicity can have like an entire enemies-to-lovers arc in five minutes. Boom. Okay. And then Simp realizes she's trans and Felicity's all "The only thing better than ONE hot 1950s housewife..." and they start dating.

Now we have our motivations:

Melody wants Chad (and needs to learn the self-confidence to get him) Chad wants a ska enthusiast Felicity wants to live the aesthetic of a stereotypical hot girl So does Simp, who is a trans girl spending most of the story as an in-denial egg, which is a bit of representation I wasn't actually planning to put into this story (Maybe, um, we change the name) but it fits all the needs of what the character has to do.

And that very long tangent is kind of how the thought process works. What needs to happen in the story? What motivations get me there? Are there any unexpected details of the motivations and do I like them enough to put them in the story? Those kinds of questions can be really helpful, especially early on when all you've got is a doodle of your OC and a dream.

Off to visit their girlfriends

#Writing Advice

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lost-in-lamentation · 11 months

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How do you think the brothers would react to legos

a/n: as someone who has never owned legos in her life... i hope this fits what you were looking for.

content: the brothers find your lego collection while visiting you in the human realm. all very silly and fun things.

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lucifer.

honestly, he thinks that having little toy building blocks is childish.

the first time he sees your collection, he's confused.

when you tell him it's for fun, lucifer is even more baffled.

the demon does love a good puzzle, but he cannot fathom how long it took you to build your "lord of the rings" set, whatever that meant.

was this even logical at this rate?

but his apprehension towards lego quickly fades when you show him your meticulously crafted replica of the house of lamentation.

"perhaps it's not so bad a hobby."

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mammon.

mammon is curious about the legos, if anything.

he also cannot believe how much money some of these sets go for.

"oi, you could build the set and then sell it."

"i'm not selling something i worked on for like 16 hours."

he doesn't really bat an eye at what you show him, but continues to listen at what you have to say anyway.

"well, i suppose you wouldn't really care about this lego model i made of your car then," you sigh dramatically.

the avatar of greed is suddenly very interested in what you're holding.

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leviathan.

levi takes to your lego sets pretty quickly.

he assumes they're as important to you as his figures are to him.

you aren't THAT head over heels for your building blocks, but you go with it anyway since it means levi will be careful with them.

he happens to be over one day when you get a new set delivered to your house.

the otaku starts fumbling for words when you walk in with a lego set that's based off TSL.

"i got it custom-made for us!"

leviathan stares at you in return, eyes wide and mouth gaping.

you spend the next hours putting it together to the best of your ability.

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satan.

satan hums in acknowledgement when you tell him you do it for fun.

he guesses it's something for mental stimulus, just like his books.

of course, he still thinks books are the optimal choice, but the blonde doesn't say much more on the matter.

the two of you are in your living room, satan with a book in his hands, and you fumbling around with a house set that you'd never gotten around to finishing.

every so often, satan sneaks a glance at your creation, putting his book down when he sees numerous lego cats scattered on the coffee table.

"cats even look cute when they're solid plastic."

"that's something only you would say, satan."

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asmodeus.

asmodeus is... petty when it comes to lego.

he'll be in the same room as you, and yet you decide to play with Legos instead of looking at him?

unheard of, he thinks to himself.

eventually, asmo decides that he's had enough and tosses a pillow into the back of your head.

"MC, would it kill you to entertain your guests?"

"oh, but i was just admiring this little lego figure that looks almost like you," you purr, waving your asmo lego figure in front of him.

asmodeus shoots forward to sit next to you, no longer disinterested in your hobby.

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the twins.

you already know by the time you show belphie all your sets, he'll be asleep either on your bed or on your couch.

with a sigh, you cover the youngest brother with a blanket before looking for his twin.

beel has a mild interest in your legos. you keep finding him staring very hard at some of your sets.

you can only guess why he's so invested, but honestly, nothing prepared you for what his real reason was.

"mc, some of your legos are so colourful."

"aren't they pretty?"

"they look very tasty."

belphie stirs from his spot on the couch to give beel a look.

"oh my god beel, no!" the two of you cry in sync.

a/n: can you even custom make legos? i don't know anything about lego im so sorry to the person who requested this i have no idea what i was writing

#obey me #obey me swd #obey me luficer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #aris writes 🐈‍⬛#aris headcanons 🐈‍⬛

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With the silly spooky Halloween day coming up in like- 2 days- can we get a silly little story where Triffany, Wambus, and the Reader watch a horror movie? Maybe 2 movies even? And then later on, they cuddle in the middle of the night on the couch because at least one of them had a nightmare?

A/N: I HAD TO STRUGGLE TO KEEP MY EYES AWAKE BUT. HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!! I GOT IT DONE!! Thank you everyone for being so so patient with me despite everything, I honestly don’t deserve it ^^’. As a treat, I did something a little extra as a joke.

Ooc Spoilers for the fic:

I’d say I’m sorry…but I’m really not lmaooo

Wambus x Triffany x Reader (Halloween Movie Night)

“I dunno why I let y’all talk me into this…”

“Come on, Wamby! It’ll be fun! I’ve heard good things about this movie! It’s supposed to be really good!”

Wambus still scowls, drumming nervously on the couch with his fingers, while Triffany tried to soothe him. You, meanwhile, was trying to find the movie on your streaming services, finally stumbling upon it on Peacock.

“Finally…” You groan, before turning to face your partners with an ecstatic expression. “Alright, darling, honey, welcome to the movie adaptation of one of the best horror franchises in the known world…..Five Nights at Freddy’s!”

You’re not a stranger to the franchise. You came across it randomly one day and found the idea so interesting that you binged playthroughs of all of the games. Your partners, while not really that understanding of it, have seen your dedication of it and respect it. When the movie was first announced, it was actually Triffany who suggested you all watch together.

Wambus was….less thrilled about the idea.

He wasn’t a big horror movie fan. Or a horror fan period. Never did good with the subject. You had to plead with him to watch the movie with nhim. And by plead, you just gave him puppy dog eyes until he caved in. Worth it though, as now you get to cuddle nest to the cutest Grumpuses in the world and watch a movie you’ve been exicted for ages.

“I still don’t see the point in watchin’ this…” Wambus grumbled, as you plopped next to him. “Why don’t we do somethin’ like..give out candy to kids on Halloween? Why we gotta watch blood and gore all the dang time.”

You patted his shoulder reassuringly. “Awww….it’s ok, you can hold our hands if you get scared.”

Unfortunately for Wambus, months of knowing him have made any sort of glare at you ineffective to getting you to back off. Instead, you just gave his cheek a nuzzle, feeling his fur bristle and hearing the little deep grumbling as he blushes.

“I don’t think it's gonna be that bad, actually.” Triffany interjects. “Last I’ve heard, it’s more a thriller than anythin’.” She says, throwing a blanket around all of you. Wambus still huffs but looks slightly more relieved. He leans on her shoulder as you press the play button, resting your head on Wambus’s arm, before he tucks you under it.

True to Triffany’s word, the movie is more thriller than actual slasher or psychological horror. Of course, the horror that was there, was in your opinion, perfectly executed, and well done. The retro, early 90s vibe it was trying to give added to the aspect and it made the experience all that more memorable.

Triffany was probably the most invested out of all of you, having been invested in the game’s timeline since you told her about it. She spent the movie trying to link the events there to what she had heard from you or seen about. The things that didn’t add up with the orginal were major, but she appericated the side plot between the two main characters, her cooing at the events.

Wambus was incredibly jittery and silent, almost jumping out of his body at the slightest fright. He yelped at every jumpscare, holding onto you and his wife’s hands tightly, so a sense of comfort. You both are more than willing to hold him right the whole movie, helping the brusque man through some of the harsher scenes. And somewhere along the way, he began to ease up a little.

When all was said and done, you three had all decently enjoyed yourselves, though one of you only enjoyed the close time with his partners. Regardless, drowsiness eventually overtook and you headed to bed, snuggled right in-between Wambus and Triffany.

You woke up one a.m. to an almost empty bed, devoid of one of the partners you were snuggled against. Groaning, you pulled yourself away from whoever was spooning you, albeit unwillingly, and headed out of the bedroom. In the distance, you could hear the living room television go off, alerting you to a presence in the house. Quietly and slowly, you step down the stairs towards the sound of the television, to find a familiar blue lug in front of it. He looked exhausted, weary eye bags under his face as he muttered to himself. You quietly sat next to him, causing him to jolt in shock before seeing your face.

“Hi Wamby…” You murmured, slipping his hand into yours.

“I’m sorry I woke ya.”

“Don’t worry about it.” You reassure him. “You ok?”

Wambus fell silent. You didn’t make him talk. Wambus still had struggles opening up about his emotions, even to you and Triffany. “….You’ll laugh.” He finally laments.

“Never.” Your voice is firm and steady. You’d never laugh at him over something that was clearly bothering him.

He sighed. “I had. A nightmare about that stupid movie. Getting chased by one of those dumb animatronics.”

“Oh hon.” You gently snort, and backtrack when you see his hurt face. “Not like that. It’s just, your nightmares are really common with this franchise.”

Wambus blinked. “…Really?” He rasped. You nodded. “I’ve…actually had a few myself.”

“You? You didn’t even flinch at the deaths and gore!”

“Once, I had a dream where I was chased by Foxy all the way down our block.” You said, reliving the event and rubbing Wambus’s back. “I was, like, pissing myself scared. Looking back, it’s kind of funny.”

The farmer seemed to relax a bit, groaning deeply. You didn’t press, simply basking in the silence of the TV. The creaking of the stairs and floorboard break it.

“What’re ya two doing up so late….?” Triffany yawns, sliding right next to you and dealing her arms around Wambus.

“Bad dream.”

“Ock-“ Triffany cuddles closer to Wambus. “I’m sorry dear, you want to talk about it?”

Wambus yawned. “….I was being chased and cornered by that stupid bear.”

“Sorry, hun. Do you want us to stay with you tonight on the couch?”

Wambus hesitated. “…That. Would be nice, yes.”

The blanket from earlier is once more draped across you three, everyone shifting into comfortable positions while the television blared. You three watched the show on there, some late night gane show.

“….Thank you.” You heard Wambus mumble, drowsy in his tone. “I love you two so much.”

“Always sweetheart. We love ya too.” Triffany says, as you nod in agreement.

After a minute, you can hear the soft snores of Wambus as Triffany snorts lovingly. “Must've been exhausted, big goof.” She turns to you. “You should rest up too, hun.”

“Triffs, I’m fi-”

“Shhhh.” She stroked your fur, and immediately you melted into her. Damn your weak spots. “Go back to bed hun….just ease your mind….”

You don’t even remember your eyes closing before you pass out.

#bugsnax #bugsnax x reader #wambus troubleham #triffany lottablog #wambus troubleham x reader #triffany lottablog x reader #triffany x wambus #triffany x wambus x reader #I wish I could’ve written triffy more but I’m ridiculously unconfident about writing her well #I hope at least I got the accent ^^’#happy halloween #!!! <3

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kelocitta · 1 year

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What if I want to hear your thoughts on the void worms and saint and how people see them? What then? Because now I'm curious ngl (no pressure tho)

Ah I certainly could try to get my thoughts in a row, and was sorta planning on it once I got a sideblog set up (I have it but its WIP at the moment) I can sorta cover what I primarily think though, a bit less properly thought out and in order. Warning for Downpour endings.

New addition made after I typed everything: I did not hold back this is so long. I went insane okay

*Small Note, I know Rain World is themed heavily around concepts of Buddhism and it's teachings, but for the most part I'm not really gonna invest much in that for my own thoughts on the things in it.

I'll start by saying I have a lot of complex thoughts on Saint, I don't dislike their campaign (It's neat!) but I do have hm… certain feelings on the what it communicates and how it communicates it, but I'll also say I think I interpret Rain World in a very different way than a lot of people do, or at least have a "second half" to the thoughts people tend to express, and the way Saint plays out gives me conflicted emotions from those feelings. That and with RW's inspirations its just… easy to be conflicted emotionally. Without going to far into things I guess you could say that in many ways I see Saint as a bad thing. Not really a villain but a… negative. It's complicated and I don't really have the words for it right now, other than I think RW does a lot with its themes of life and death and Saint complicates it as an outside force imposing a solution. And perhaps that statement there makes the caption on the art a little more clear- "Do you think yourself above it all?" as something that could be the statement of either Saint or the Worm.

Jumping from that to the "how people see them" I often see a sort of expression of surprise, mostly playfully, about how the solution turned out to be a slugcat (Saint). The idea there is a sort of novel "Ha! Its this silly little forgettable creature" but in what way is Saint any different from the worms? Are the worms not also creatures, just ones that live in an environment most cannot? They are massive and incomprehensible from our perspective, but thats hardly a new thing- there are some things just above peoples ability to understand, and that really doesn't make them abnormal or unnatural. I suppose I find the whole placement of the worms as some sort of divine creature or gods to be misplaced because even within RW the concept of a god is recontextualized- Five Pebbles gloats to the player that they are "Godlike in comparison" while rotting away from the inside and crumbling to pieces, because at the end of it all his position doesn't save him from the mechanisms of the world, even if he stands high above many of the creatures of the world and would be "incomprehensible" to a lizard or slugcat in the same way a giant space worm would be to us. Are the echos, ghosts as they are, gods? So what does it even mean to be a god, in the context of rain world?

There's another aspect, which is that ultimately the worms still lie at the heart of the solution, the final step when the survivor leaps into the void is to have themselves plucked by the worms and ascended. When artificer dives into the sea, the worms reject them for their incomplete karma (They observe them, and then leave, forcing artificer to just continue swimming), and they dissolve. They don't become an echo, they just fade away in the waves the void. Its not so much the just void sea that does the ascension- its the worms within it too. In this aspect Saint is very similar to them- but forgoes the void. To make a bit of a joke, a worm off the string.

So going back to my first statement on Saint being a bad thing… I said I wasn't going into it but damn, I am, a lot of people seem to view the void ends as some sort of "Life sucks, and then you die" kinda thing. Life sucks, you fail over and over, its unfair and horrible and then you die. And in the context of Rain World you die, and then you wake back up in a new life and start it all over again. But people tend to interpret this so… pessimistically. When actually Rain World, even the base game, actually holds a lot of love for that cycle as something worth it. Survivor wakes up after a traumatic event and they fail over and over, they exist in a frustrating environment they have no control over and no real help for- but its through those failures that they (you) get better. You fail less, you learn, you understand. And even if things stay unfair eventually you get your bearings and you can face that uncertainty with more confidence, you grow and establish yourself- you can even start going outside your safety nets and still succeed. To quote the actual achievement for survivor- "This land has become your home". The fun of Rain World, the part that sticks with people- is when it finally clicks and they start to get it, when they get just a little bit better at understanding the world they live in, the creature they are, and can find the fun in a world that is scary and unfair but something you can overcome if you just keep trying.

And that's the beauty of a life- that despite that suffering you can still get back up again and do better. You can do worse. But you still get back up. In the wide scope of Rain World's reincarnation, you can fail so badly its lethal but still, ultimately, try again. The world around you is cruel and unfair but not impossible. There can be rain and blizzards so awful that most things can't survive them but some things can, and will. Life finds a way. Even ascension, the escape- is something you can only get after you've gotten good enough to make it there. You learn how the world works, make peace with it. And at the end, if you so choose, you can take this and complete your cycle via ascension.

Downpour spins this all very differently with its endings- instead opting to give the slugcats ways to indulge in their lives- to find their homes, their families, find friends… It very much indulges in the exact opposite of ascension- a reverence for life, overcoming the suffering in return for the good. Attachment to the world. In Artificers case, they can indulge in such simpleminded lust for revenge and violence that they can lock themselves at karma one. It begs the question- is giving this up something to be desired? Is an attachment to life good or bad? If you know there is a solution to simply cease existence, what does it mean to take that choice? The Echos says as much- The Ancients understood how the aspects of how their world works. They sought such, and some failed, others didn't. Some resent their failure. Others made peace with it. Some don't understand why it was ever something anyone wanted. The rest ceased to be.

And I guess that's where Saint comes in as something I have conflict over. With the void worms there's an aspect of choice to choosing to cross yourself out. Saint acts as a solution to the fact some creatures cant possibly even know there is a way out of life to seek. The struggle for survival is, of course, a struggle after all. Death is something creatures want to escape, but failing to do so just means returning to the escape again. But what does it mean to take that choice from something that doesn't even know it has it? Will Saint take that choice from things that know it, and wouldn't want it? The iterators want it, sought it, direct those who ask to it, but that was the purpose of their whole creation. They are satisfied with Saint's choice to do so, but if the Ancient in undergrowth were still around, what of them? They seemed to not want to seek such a thing at all, moved by some unknown pressure. The world teems with life still- a harsh blizzard, a burning desert, these are not lesser ecosystems than a forest or a city. The world is not barren, not empty, and when the Ancients' towers finally crumble away into unrecognizable scrap and dirt made of rust, life will continue to pull themselves from the dust.

Its sad, its solemn to think that one day everything here and everything there will become nothing recognizable. That any link between past and future may vanish so thoroughly that no lines can be drawn between them… but it is also kinda beautiful in a way. The stubbornness of it all.

Perhaps this is just a very long way of saying I would become an echo.

#rain world #ask #hey so this is so long i got tumblr errors ive never seen before #so like. hit the readmore for a novel about how the world is beautiful and im making out with the undergrowth echo #if the text has weird typos its cause i broke some keys on my keyboard and had to glue them back on #also this might not be 100% lore perfect this was very much just typing from my brain and feelings i just have a lot of them #general spoiler warning and also like. warning for a lot of talk about death and death of the world as you know kinda thing but like.#positively?

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HI!! YES!! I WANT TO TALK ABOUT YOUR TYBUR!WARHAMMER!ARMIN AU!! PLEASE DUMP EVERYTHING I AM BEYOND INVESTED!! *sits quietly with some tea and cookies and readies a notebook* You have given me brainrot when I actually have time to indulge in it this never happens YIPPEE - 🦋anon:D

SJHDJSJD WHY THANK YOU! And i am so glad you have time because this is a long (like, really long) info dump on this silly au

Also like, spoilers i guess? A little warning never hurt anyone!

To begin with, Armin's parents, or more important, Armin's mom.

She is the one with Tybur origins! She was supposed to be the next Warhammer, but got scared and decided to run away, first she hide in Hizuru and then buil a hot air balloon herself and went to Paradis because she knew they would never find her there. She hides, enters the walls pretending to be an amnesiac hurt soldier (She stole the uniform from a corpse) and then went to do her life in Shiganshina.

She meets Armin's dad and not only gets his last name but also works with him in his workshop (They work a lot with wood, but also mechanical stuff and equipment). She misses the immensity of the outside world and with the book of Grandpa Arlert, they try to build a new hot air balloon and explore outside the walls.

And we know how that ended.

Time skipping years in the future, no one knows of Armin's Tybur heritage, not even him, he only knows his parents "dissapeared" (He never trusted that military police, never)

Now, back in Marley there is too much tension, the war is more near than ever and they want to send Zeke to bring their warriors back to fight it, and he is STRESSED over it, because he doesn't want that and he needs more time that they refuse to give.

That's when William Tybur appears and offers a deal.

If they find the missing Tybur (That he is sure is in Paradis) or any of it's descendants, the Tybur will provide the Warhammer to fight for the 13 years the curse lasts and it will be back to the family, is an opportunity Marley doesn't want to lose, and Zeke knows this can buy them time (How hard can it be to find a Tybur?)

So he sends a blank letter (Only Reiner, Annie and Berthold can get the needed info by touch, is weird how it works so is a stretch), and they get the new mission.

The graduation (And what in canon was the second Colossal Attack) is in a week, and they begin to search for this new info desperately (Mostly Annie and Berthold, Reiner is more apprehensive). When Annie finds the name that the missing Tybur (Yes, I'll call her that for a second) used to enter the walls. And the name she used after she got married.

And what a coincidence that her last name is the same of the little friend of Eren Yeager.

Annie is sure is Armin, but needs to know more (What if he has a cousin or something??) So instead of the Military Police, she joins the Survey Corps along the others.

The Colossal Attack still happens (Reiner's idea) and Eren is revealed as a Titan because that's needed. Until this point (Besides Annie's decision) everything is the same.

And then Armin talked about his mom after a small talk with Sasha, Jean, Connie, Mikasa, Eren and Annie.

She laughs when she realizes Armin is the mission, she likes him, she really does. But she also loves her dad more.

In an instant, everything changes, she transforms and takes Armin, all under everyone's eyes, Eren can't believe what he sees, Annie is a titan, Annie is taking Armin, SHE IS TAKING ARMIN!

She quickly runs to get Reiner and Berthold on her shoulders and run off to the walls when the angry and protective scream of a titan warns them, Eren has transformed. It was bound to happen, it was Armin after all.

But they still run away, and no matter how hard Eren tried, he couldn't reach them.

(In their trip back to Marley, Annie and Reiner covered Armin's eyes with a blindfold. They already cursed him with the titan curse, they can't also take his ocean dream, even if they know it will be taken anyways)

Armin receives the Warhammer and while he refuses to fight at first, he ends up doing it because he doesn't know how to return to Paradis, he curses himself from not being strong enough.

Zeke is rewarded with one last chance to go back for Eren, sadly the mission is a failure and they lose the Colossal (Eren was too angry, he defeated Reiner easily and then lose control and almost ate Berthold, luckily Levi stopped him and Erwin got to live).

Years pass when Eren Yeager attacks Marley along the Survey Corps (Not alone, and betraying Zeke before time). Reiner and Annie are a threat, but can't hold enough against Eren's rage.

Gabi suggests to look for Armin, he is the only one who could win easily, but Commander Magath stops her and Falco when a thunder crashes against the ground.

There, in front of Annie, Eren and Reiner, the Warhammer stands with an emotionless face.

Gabi cheers up for him, Falco is scared because he notices the fear in Annie's titan face, and Commander Magath looks in horror.

Arrows shine in the Warhammer and then, they hit Annie and Reiner, cutting Annie's titan in half and destroying Reiner's right arm and leg.

Sound stops at the sudden attack, Eren is completely surprised along Mikasa who is waiting for an attack.

When the Warhammer salutes them, his rightt hand curled in a fist in his chest, his left im his back. It's lowers it's head and to their surprise, Armin emerges from the titan.

Eren rushes to him, holding him tenderly in his hands, Armin hugs his nose with tenderness and tears, Mikasa flies to meet him and hugs him crying loud and relieved that her family was still alive.

Their airship arrives and Mikasa takes Armin in first and then Eren.

Gabi stares with rage, she swears she'll kill Armin Tybur, the traitor.

Falco follows her.

But this time, when they get the news of Armin's presence, Connie, Jean and Sasha leave the room, and Gabi kills a random soldier.

(This is pretty much all i had in mind, so sorry for the info dump and the sudden cut)

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duck-in-a-spaceship · 4 months

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Merry Christmas! Have some Dead Poets Society fanfic!

Summary: Neil wants Todd in. Not just to say he's in but to really do something about, to read poetry, to put himself out there, to perform. So, the two of them start their own offshoot of the Dead Poets Society, to drum up some courage, and rehearse for the big stage.

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Chapter 1: I Want You In

Todd fidgeted with the edge of his notebook, crinkling and smoothing out the page in his hand, focusing on anything but Neil sitting in front of him. The gentle sounds of the crunching paper, of the radiator humming under Neil’s legs, of the dead limbs of a tree tapping against their window, imploring to be let in, filled the crushing silence left by his and Neil’s argument. Todd settled back into his bed and pulled the words against his chest, tried to let them fill his heart.

They felt a little silly, all of the sudden, ramblings about dreams and new beginnings, things neither of them could grab. Things-

“You’re coming to the meeting this afternoon?”

“I don’t know, maybe.” Todd shook his head as he spoke, shrugging off the question as if it didn’t matter. It did, of course. Nearly everything Neil said did, that’s why people listened to him, why they followed him, why they sat around failed fires in caves and… and let poetry drip from their tongues like honey. That’s why Todd did, at least.

“Nothing Mr. Keating has to say means shit to you, does it Todd?”

Todd looked up, taken aback by Neil’s outburst, by the way he was suddenly leaning forwards, too fucking invested. “What is that supposed to-”

“You’re in the club! Being in the club means being stirred up by things!” Neil stood up and pointed his script at Todd. “You look about as stirred up as a cesspool!”

“So, what, you want me out?”

“No, I want you in.” Neil stepped forwards until his knees bumped up against Todd’s mattress, until he was leaning up against the overhang. “But being in means you got to do something, not just say you’re in.”

“Listen, Neil. I- I appreciate this concern but I’m not like you, alright?” Todd had sort of figured Neil already knew that. Already knew he just couldn’t be the kind of person people sat around failed fires in caves for, never could be even if he tried. He thought Neil had accepted it, when he got Todd in the club without having to say a single word. “I… You say things and people listen. I'm… I’m not like that.”

“Don’t you think you could be?”

“No!” The answer was so obvious Todd threw it out on instinct, like if he tossed it out fast enough both of them would have no choice but to catch it, but to accept it. Yet the moment it left his lips, it felt wrong. “I- I don’t know.” Maybe he could be. Maybe the boy who wrote poetry in front of his entire English class and who snuck out at night to sit in caves could be and who had friends like Neil could be but- “That’s not the point. The- the point is there’s nothing you can do about it. So you can just butt out. I can take care of myself just fine.”

Neil stared at him. All soft brown eyes and furrowed brows and gentle concern and fuck could he stop it already?

“Alright?” Todd asked.

“No.”

“What do you mean, no?”

Neil grinned, loose and mischievous, spelling out the kind of trouble Todd wasn’t sure he wanted to say no to. “No.”

In a flash, he tossed the play’s poster aside, snatching up Todd’s notebook instead and racing to jump up onto his bed. Todd scrambled after him in an instant.

“Gimme that- Neil!” he protested, pencil abandoned by crumpled pages, socked feet trying to find purchase as he jumped up onto Neil’s bed. “Give that back!”

“We are dreaming of a-” Neil began to read, cut off as he leapt from one bed to the next. “What is this… poetry!” Todd crashed into him after the jump, slipping on their tangled sheets, papers crunching underfoot like fallen leaves. He scrambled for the notebook, but Neil twisted it away from him with a delighted shriek, clutching the stolen goods to his chest. “I’m being chased by Walt Whitman!”

Neil crashed into the wall, laughing the entire time, and Todd stopped fighting to keep the smile off of his face. He jumped after Neil, and they collided again. Neil stumbled, or Todd did, or both of them did, probably, and then they were tumbling down to the bed together, a mess of tangled limbs and grabbing sheets and uncontrollable giggles.

“Okay! Okay!” Neil managed between breathless laughter, holding the notebook up in the air. “I surrender! You can have it. You can- you win!”

Todd took it from his grasp, pressing the pages shut the moment it was in his grasp. “Uh thanks,” he managed, suddenly a little too aware of how he could feel the warmth of Neil’s skin pressed up against his legs, how seconds ago his head was pressed against his chest. He could move, try to detangle them a little, but he wasn’t sure he could handle the embarrassment of awkwardly trying to push away from Neil.

He stayed put.

“You know, stealing my poetry and running around the room with it doesn’t make me any more stirred up,” Todd said, one of his hands that was holding him up firmly pressing the notebook shut.

“Really?” Neil asked. “I’m stirred up, I know that much. You seemed pretty stirred up too y’know, when you were chasing me like a madman. A sweaty-toothed one, even.” His face split into an even wider grin, somehow, endlessly pleased by his own reference.

Todd swatted him in the arm, and Neil swatted back playfully, laughing quietly. It was a hard sound not to mimic, a hard thing to ignore. “Hey, hey!” Neil protested, blocking an incoming smack. “I liked that poem. You were good Todd, you were really good.”

Todd eyed him doubtfully, silently making sure he was being genuine. It felt unlikely, that anyone had enjoyed the stuttering result of Keating’s mad urging towards the world of improv poetry, except maybe Keating himself. Even Todd, who stood slightly breathless and elated at the end of the whole thing, found it hard to ignore the wave of anxiety he had to endure to get there. “It wasn’t- it wasn’t that good.” He laughed slightly, a bit awkwardly. “It was a mess.”

“It was a great mess, then,” Neil insisted. “Really Todd, I loved it. I’d listen to you read poetry anytime, everyone else would too. They’d lose their shit if you stepped up during a poets meeting, I mean it.”

Todd looked at him, all soft smiles and rumpled clothes and hopeful grins, and believed he meant it. That was the worst thing of all, he really believed he meant it. Todd swallowed thickly. “I mean I- I appreciate that Neil but I’m not… in the cave, in front of all those people… it’s not the same.”

Neil frowned slightly, clearly considering this. Then he brightened, so clearly Todd could practically see the light bulb flash over his head, and he wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not. “I know what we can do!” Neil announced, sitting up so suddenly that his forehead nearly crashed into Todd’s, that he gave them no choice but to try and detangle themselves.

It was indeed an awkward endeavor, punctuated with a lot of hissed curse words and half failed instructions to “Move your arm,” and “I can’t move my arm until you move your arm!” and “No not like- fuck!” but they managed it. Todd knew he was bright red by the end of it, but Neil’s neck was flushed as well, and that made him feel a little less bad.

“So, um, you had an idea?” Todd prompted hesitantly, once they were both sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Yes!” Neil agreed, standing up so he could face Todd. “We should have our own Dead Poets Society,” he proclaimed. Todd opened his mouth, moved to protest, but Neil waved him away to continue. “It’ll be just the two of us. We’ll meet whenever the others don’t, down to the cave just like always, but you won’t have to worry about everyone else. It’ll be like- it’ll be like rehearsals! You can practice with me to get over the stage fright before you move onto the big show.”

“I- I don’t know Neil. I mean, what if, what if it’s just as bad and I freeze up or it doesn’t work…” Todd trailed off, not sure how else to voice his protests, trying to give words to the anxieties that rolled around in his stomach.

“Well that’s just the thing,” Neil insisted. “It doesn’t matter how you do, cuz it’ll just be you and me. And I won’t care.”

Todd swallowed thickly, held eye contact with Neil for two many sticky slow seconds before he had to look away. “I’m just not sure is all, okay? I mean, aren’t we- we risking enough with the regular meetings? Are you sure this is a good idea, Neil?” He chanced a glance up, saw that Neil was ready to talk again, was ready to launch into another persuasive tirade, and Todd felt the strong urge to cut him off before he said something charmingly stupid and soul-stirring enough to work. “I- I don’t even know what I’d read,” he blurted out.

Neil laughed, short and breathless. “Oh come on! That’s the easy bit, you can read anything. Do something Whitman, you like his stuff, right?”

Todd shrugged, looked out the window. “I don’t know Neil… maybe. I’ll- I’ll have to think about it.”

“Oh bullshit,” Neil said. He stepped forward until he was toe-to-toe with Todd, dropped into a crouch right in front of him, one hand on his knee. “Bullshit,” he said again. Todd looked down at him, tried to keep his breaths nice and even. “You’re not gonna think about it at all.” What a lie; Todd was going to be thinking about this conversation until he graduated, until he died. “Come on, right now. Yes or no? Don’t think about it, just go with your gut. Carpe diem!" He drummed his fingers on Todd's knee with those last words, as if that could drum up some moxie from deep inside of him.

And maybe it could, because Todd found himself pausing before he answered, giving the idea thought instead of immediate denial. What if he did? Why not? It was just Neil. Not Cameron or Pitts or Meeks or any of the other poets. Maybe that could make all the difference, in some way. Todd found himself nodding. “Alright, alright, I mean…” he trailed off, looked down at Neil, who was grinning so wide Todd was worried his face would split. “Carpe diem?”

“Yes, yes!” Neil exclaimed, slapping his hand down on Todd’s thigh as he stood up, spinning in place to turn and face Todd. “This is great, this is great.” He walked over to the window, seemingly unable to stay still, and drumming his fingers against the radiator with little metallic clangs. “We’ll go tonight.”

Todd blinked, momentarily stunned. “Wait wh- tonight?”

“Well sure.” Neil turned back to him, all loose smiles and unabashed pride, the kind of confidence he was trying to rub off on Todd. “Why should we wait any longer?”

“I- I don’t even know what to read yet. Shouldn’t we take some time to- to prepare?” Todd stuttered out his excuse, grasping for whatever words might buy him a little more time.

“Whitman, like I said! Look, if you really don’t know, you can ask Keating. I’m sure he’d love to give you some poetry recommendations. Just don’t tell him what for.”

Todd sighed, leaned against the wall behind his bed in some form of resignation. He wanted to go with Neil, he really did. He wanted to… to live fully and suck the marrow out of life or whatever the hell it was. He wanted to stand on the burnt embers of a failed fire so he got ash on his shoes and smoke in his lungs and he wanted… he wanted to say words people would listen to. “Alright,” Todd agreed. “We can go tonight.”

And Neil’s face split into one of those grins that was contagious, that could have Todd smiling even if he didn’t know why. And just that made everything a little worth it.

#dead poets society #anderperry #neil perry #todd anderson #there's still people in this fandom right??#meh it's not like that's ever stopped me before #todd is a GREAT pov character btw #i imagine he has a very poetic way of describing things #so it's fun to play around with words and imagery #good times

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Hey wonder, I hope you’re doing well :> Idk if you still continue the 4town Fboy series but my friends and I are still wild over it. It’s truly An amazing series!!

I was wondering what’s something the person the boys are interested in could do to make them fold or show genuine interest in them?

I’ve risen from the dead I suppose!

Im still around. Still invested in 4town. Still think about them daily lol

But truthfully i’ve moved on from the fboy 4town thing, it was originally just a bad joke that i kept writing for cause it kept getting traction & i liked the attention. i was having fun with it at the time, but now its just kinda goofy & feels a little awkward. I made them too sympathetic originally lol, but this is the first writing request ive had in such a long time. I really don’t mind doing it.

Just know this is the last time ill probably ever write for fboy town, it’ll be kept short too^^ Maybe ill go back & revisit those designs i made for them & repurpose it, maybe not!

Oh also, the genuine answer for this is that most of them WOULDNT get genuinely invested. Because they’re all emotionally fucked over guys who need therapy lol. But these headcanons humor the idea that they’d genuinely change

You’re free to write your own fboy shenanigans based off what I originally did too. I dont mind. You don’t need to credit either, i think id just like to leave these guys behind after this /lh

Either way, its nice to see someone here again 💜

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What the fboys are attracted to + what might make them fall

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Robaire

- genuinely? he’s attracted to independence

- Like its a little silly & a little cliche but Robaire is kind of only genuinely invested in people who give 0 shits about him. He’s not used to someone not caring about his status, money, or power. But when a person is independent & confident in themself, when they mind their own business and simply dont fucking perceive him as some sort of idol- he thinks its hot

- It drives him crazy though. He likes the worship and praise. Even if his friends are faux and he knows it, he likes feeling wanted and desired. And when someone doesn’t inherently just want him, he wants them even more

- So even if you DO want him, the best way to genuinely win him over is to treat him like a normal person. He doesn’t realize he wants to be treated like a peer or be seen as just a person & not an asset- but he does. He’ll be unbearable & act cocky while he interacts with you, but the more you treat him like just a normal person? The more of a person he actually starts to become 💀

- Any specific actions that would affect him are probably just like… engaging with him on your own terms or showing interest in what he ACTUALLY likes to do.

- A lot of people dont actually know what Robaires interests are so he’s really unengaged socially in that regard. He’s a closet geek though, get him talking about his interests or show investment in his interests like a genuine friend & youll start to win him over in a genuine way

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Jesse

- Jesse doesn’t show much tenderness, but he’s very attracted to it

- He’s got a habit of breaking hearts & having multiple people wrapped around his finger at once. Because Jesse’s kind of genuinely incapable of being tender in a way thats meaningful with someone (aside from his kids & the guys), he’s really lacking in any true emotional intimacy

- He’s very VERY alone in that sense.

- His heart’s been broken in a very honest and true way so he’s kind of given up on finding that intimacy too. Its sad & sucks lol. But because of that struggle he has a much more genuine attraction to tenderness

- To win him over with tenderness, showing politeness or interest without expecting romance or sex wins him over, denying either from him makes him go wild. Jesse’s generally wanted because he’s attractive & suave, but if someone sees him as a person outside of that then he’s really into it. Honest to the gods he just wants a friend. He’ll never admit that though

- But for another genuine romance? He needs you to be a friend. A tender & patient one.

- Specific actions to win him over are small and easy, show interest in his day. Show interest in what his classes have been like or offer him a space to speak. He’ll try so hard to flip it around into a flirting game but eventually he’ll break & just start to like,, interact with you in more meaningful ways

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Tae Young

- Tae Young both likes & needs someone with a dominant personality & passion for themself/their interests

- Short and simply put: Tae Young gets bored of people easy 💀. He needs someone who 1. Can keep him on his toes and 2. Challenge his personal sense of authority. A dominant & passionate person is PERFECT for that. Having someone who can spontaneously do something on their own & then proudly show it off is just what Tae needs in his life

- He thinks spontaneity is attractive and he loves a dominant personality to try and stand up against. A friendly sense of competition with someone, someone he can perceive as a peer or “on his level” is someone he’s wildly attracted to. And trust me, he WILL try to challenge your dominance and authority if you’re that kind of person. So dont step down, snap back at him! He loves it, it keeps him excited

- The harsh truth is that Tae simply isn’t genuinely engaged with most interactions he has because he has such a hard time connecting with people in a meaningful way. He likes being popular cause it keeps things constantly moving in his life & gives him opportunities to find brief engagement

- So just,, he needs someone who can do that. He’ll become genuinely attached to them, and then eventually find everything they do interesting

- Specific actions can be simply engaging with Tae & telling HIM about YOUR activities. If you get excited and energetic enough about it, he’ll match that energy & find interest in it. He’ll likely tell you about his own misadventures and if you can engage with him on that then you’ll have him hooked on you

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Aaron T

- Aaron T needs someone to calm him the fuck down. He doesnt want it per say, but he NEEDS it

- Aaron T is, for lack of better words, a bit too much. He’s got all the friends, all the ego, and all the charisma to combine and make the dumbest but most charming motherfucker you’ll ever meet. He’s not stupid, just dumb. And he does dumb shit for the sake of fun & enjoyment. He needs someone who can keep up with him & either catch him when he falls or stop him from doing the dumb thing to begin with

- Being that kind of person isn’t easy, keeping up with T & being close enough to him to read him is hard. But when you’re close enough to do that? Well gosh, you probably already have him hooked

- T wont ever admit it, but he so so badly wants someone to care about him enough to tell him no. Its weird, because he hates it and Will usually just do what he wants, but theres a certain comfort he finds in knowing someone wants him safe and sound

- And the longer someone can keep up with him the more T will start to wind down & relax. He’s still dumb & stubborn as all hell, but he’ll listen to whoever cares enough to try and watch out for him where most others dont.

- Specific actions that may really win him over are being there to patch him up after a stupid stunt or literally blocking his way to keep him from going somewhere. He’ll be pissy in the moment, but hours later he’ll be so much more tender in private if given the opportunity

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Aaron Z

- honest to god this man is easy & the least problematic. But Z both wants & needs someone who’s patient & understanding

- He’s simply not someone who believes in settling down anymore + he’s in a part of his life where a lot is changing and evolving. He wants someone to rely on, but he NEEDS room to grow and have spontaneity. He cant do commitment right now and when things start to feel too tense he flees from the relationship (romantic or not, he’s even flighty with his friends sometimes)

- So Z really flourishes with someone who can be there for him without “tying him down”. He wants freedom and he’s very attracted to people who offer the attention he wants from relationships while also being patient enough to let him explore. He needs someone who wont nag him about expressing his genuine feelings because honestly they aren’t always pretty but he’s not going to move forward without getting to express them.

- So to really win him over, someone needs to be able to listen to him even when he’s not verbally speaking. He needs his freedom but he needs a stable person to return to at the end of the day (starting as friends or not, its not easy to fill this role)

- Specific actions to win him over arent easy. But quality time based on things HE may want to do (but be too shy to always directly request) is good. Or just offering him quality time to unwind & relax with may help

- He starts to open up more and more as time goes on. He’ll become more emotionally available the safer he feels with someone who offers him room to grow without judgement

#fboy town strikes again #anyway ig i do writing requests again #wooh! so much fun

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ereborne · 4 months

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Hello, happy holidays! For the End of the year ask meme if you'll like to answer any of the following: 8 (game of the year), 25 (a character you created), 14 (fav book), or 18 (a memorable meal)

Happy holidays! I hope they've treated you well <3

8: I don't play many games myself (only Stardew Valley, Minecraft, and silly seek-and-find puzzle games) and my laptop was too tuckered for games for most of the year, but even if I'd been farming nonstop I think the game of the year would still be Final Fantasy VII Remake. Pretty sure it'll be the game of every year until it's all out, and then maybe a couple years more for good measure. I am having such an incredible time following the game as it comes out and @kaylithographica plays through it, and I can't wait to see how Square Enix keeps going with the meta and story changes.

25: Some of the more complex edits I've been trying to work on this week actually revolve around a particular OC, so we'll talk about her. Her name is Mercy, and she was not supposed to be important (folks who have lived with me may be familiar with this refrain). She was supposed to be a filler character! She's an archetype! Her name is Mercy and she has none! Grr rar tragic backstory vengeance quest knife collection! But nooo now she's got layers. She's got depth. We're emotionally invested in her character arc. Damn it. Anyway she befriends her local main characters to use them as pawns in her revenge plot, spends a lot of time with them waiting for them to vouch for her to her target, gives up her first chance at revenge because she has to go save them instead (in a scene so terribly close to the classic 'stand at crossroad, look longingly at selfish goal down the left, turn back fully on goal to run to friends down the right path' that I may rewrite it to avoid cliche shame), and then eventually gives up her scheming entirely because it would be too much of a betrayal of her very best friends the main characters. She was supposed to die in the first rescue, and then the whole story locked up and I had to go back through trying to find the writer's block instigation point, and I realized I've made too optimistic a world to kill her off without friends or redemption. She's (big sigh) thematically significant now. At least she's also very cool.

14: I'm going with my favorite book that came out this year, to help narrow things down: "The Innocent Sleep", by Seanan McGuire. Seanan McGuire is one of my favorite authors and this is my favorite of her ongoing serieses, and usually we get one a year (usually just in time to be my birthday present to myself! a joyous coincidence) but this year we got two. "Sleep No More" and "The Innocent Sleep", paired stories, one from Toby's point of view and one from Tybalt's. The current state of their world means that these two POVs of the same happenings are wildly different, and it's fascinating (a little heart-wrenching sometimes) to see. Also, Tybalt and his friends dimension-door into Costco in the dead of night and steal all their catfood. It's amazing.

18: The vegeble man had a special on collard greens one time, and I bought a 'bundle' thinking it was your standard grocery-store greens bundle, a generous handful at most. It was more like an armful. Apparently the special was because they'd been sold a literal truckload of greens (perfectly good but disqualified as 'organic' by some neighbor shenanigans) and needed to offload them quickly because the fridge wasn't ready for such a bumper crop. I cooked them in batches with andouille sausage and bacon and just a touch of this amazing miso ghost-pepper hot sauce Duncan has, and we ate them for our next four meals (with grits, with cornbread and grilled tomatoes, with fried eggs and beer bread, and then the last of them mixed into red beans and rice). I really miss not just Southern food but access to Southern ingredients (the 'andouille' sausage I get here is pitiful, and bacon is no substitute for a proper salt-ham, and neither is beer bread always a good alternative to a buttermilk biscuit or quickbread) and it was so nice to have a proper mess of greens again.

#asks #sunkentowers #I would pay such absurd prices for buttermilk if only I could /find/ some up here. milk-and-lemon-juice is not the same.#apparently 'mess' as a quantity of food items is also a particular American Southernism #a holdover from the civil war it seems like. when they got a teeny little stipend rather than proper rations #'mess-mates' would pool their food money and buy enough of whatever for the whole group to eat #so a 'mess' of food is roughly enough for four-to-six men. a mess of greens fills a big pot a mess of bacon is a six-inch-thick slab etc #I can tone down my accent when I talk so the folks in the office won't judge me but sometimes the word choice outs me anyway

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rontra · 7 months

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I had never even heard of this magician woman before you started making art of her but I am oddly invested in your art of this funky little woman, she seems silly and goofy

no i know right. i had the same experience i was like "who the hell is this magician woman theyve got standing next to the justice league" and my partner was like oh Zatanna Zatara? everybody knows her (and she's IN the justice league)

shook me to my core. there was a sillygoofy magician the whole time i had never once heard of... now i'm so invested in her goofy shit. i'm glad my art is becoming a secondary source of infection ❤

optional: here's some things ive learned over the past 3 months

she was introduced as a weirdo in 1964. she's been weird and strange for 59 years and counting! next year will be her 60th anniversary #Hag

her whole gimmick is that she's a famous stage magician who also happens to be a real magician, which i think is very good

i think she joined the justice league in like 1978 or smthg shes Been Around

before i had the magician disease: no matter how much someone tried to explain her character to me, i couldn't grasp her. and now that i have first-hand magician disease: no matter how much i try to explain her to my partner, they can't grasp her. i think there's something aberrant about her. like she demands hands-on interaction to be truly perceived. but watch out for the spores

????

for a while she used to drag her Normal Manager around for magic adventures. his name was Jeff and i suppose he just took the constant near-death peril as part of the "managing a stage magician" job

some website once ranked her among the top 5 sexiest comic women, making her the highest-ranking DC character on the list #LetsGo #MagicianSweep

she's quite beloved and a pretty consistent feature but she doesn't get a ton of solo stuff 😔✌ but theyre reprinting her comic from 2010 next year woohoo happy 60th bitch

they forgot to really give her a power ceiling and her magic can pretty much do anything she can think of, so she's a consistent pain in DC's neck whenever she has to intersect with other characters and Big Serious Plots—but it's not like they can just leave her on the shelf entirely either

(i think powerscaling is fake & that "who would win a fight between x and y" is a fake question that depends on so much more than hard numbers, especially in a medium like comics. but i also think DC itself quite visibly feels a pressure to manage her + i think this quirk about her is extremely funny and i LOVE to see them try so hard to nerf their pesky magician)

in 2004 they made her part of a The Gang Commits Atrocities plot without really justifying Why she would do all that, and her next several years are Fascinating to watch as writers try to come up with various ways to make new sense of her character in light of it. until the whole dc comics continuity was wiped and relaunched in 2011, solving the problem by erasing the whole thing from canon (along with everything else)

the real crime of that whole incident? the '04 comic that started it wasn't even very good

she's listed on the DC Wiki category page for "Eldritch Blast"

currently serving time in the Justice League Dark branch department, which is where we keep all the weird grimy magic stuff so it doesn't get all over everything

for a second and not too long ago, the big leaguers exploded and died for a bit (long story also they got better) including zee. and they put a gigantic scary moving painting of her in the basement as a memorial. i think this is exactly what she would have wanted to be honest

this post

they should put her in the rwby crossovers more. she was in dc/rwby for a second but i want her in the damn movies. i think it'd be funny

i love her. that's what i've learned in the past 3 months

#dont fact check me here but what ive learned is that i think im in love with her

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perhaps-in-anotherdream · 1 year

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[Note]: These calls and moments accompany the karma for Victor’s Webbed Heart Date! ♡

⌚ This post contains detailed spoilers for content yet to be released on the global server! ⌚

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✧ [1st Call] ✧

Victor: Where have you gone?

MC: I’ve got an ad hoc meeting, and I just rushed into the subway now.

MC: So, are you home? If you aren’t back yet, why don’t you go to Souvenir and sit there for a while?

Victor: A little late for that. I’m already home.

Victor: So, can you explain what’s going on with this “cave of silken web” in front of my eyes?

MC: Uhh, it’s a long story. Why don’t you wait until I get home…

Victor: Let’s make the long story short then. You can start with this “furry little monster” that is running all over the place.

MC: Furry little monster? Oh oh, you mean Pudding… it fell into the pan of the cotton candy machine…

Victor: Is it the cotton candy machine you were so enthusiastic about buying online the other day?

MC: That’s right. I snapped up this cotton candy machine on sale for 60% off!

Victor: ...no need to be so proud of such things.

Victor: In brief, the cotton candy machine arrived today, then a certain someone rolled up her sleeves to exhibit her skills.

Victor: In doing so, she forgot to close the windows while making cotton candy. The wind was very strong today, and it blew all the sugar strands into the living room.

Victor: In disarray, some people then rushed to close the windows, only to have Pudding avail itself of that moment and jump into the cotton candy pan while she wasn’t looking.

MC: Wow! Victor, are you taking words out of a book? How did you describe my experience so graphically?

MC: Also, how did you guess the whole “crime process?” Have you installed surveillance at home?

Victor: Is indulging in silly jokes making you feel better about your guilty conscience?

MC: …sob sob, it was my fault. I shouldn’t have left the windows open while making cotton candy without carefully reading the instructions.

MC: But I’m really a li-ii-ii-ttle bit curious as to how did you find out?

Victor: …dummy.

Victor: Open your phone and take a look. The rant you were supposed to send Kiki, who did you send it to by mistake?

Victor: [imitates MC] “Kiki, help me! I’ve turned the house into a ‘cave of silken web!’ Victor won’t skin me alive when he returns home, will he?!”

Victor: Thanks to you; it’s the first time I’ve seen a leader who asks for help from her subordinates.

MC: …ah?! How did I send it to you?

MC: I- I’ve arrived at the station. I have to rush to the meeting now. Rest easy, CEO Victor. I’ll clean up the “battlefield” as soon as I get home!

Victor: You don’t need to clean up the battlefield. Just be prepared to wash the cat when you’re home.

Victor: Pudding’s got a big temper lately. I can’t give it a bath alone without your help.

Victor: So, come home soon.

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✧ [2nd Call] ✧

Starts at – 2:06

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Victor: The “Ancient House Adventure” promotional link you sent me, is this another one of your new ideas?

MC: Hehe, the ancient house adventure~ The legends say that this mysterious ancient house has been standing tall for a hundred years! Wouldn’t you like to see it, CEO Victor?

Victor: LFG appraised that old house before. It was built thirty years ago.

MC: Only thirty years ago?

MC: So this damned mysterious legend just turns out to be rumors of a phony gimmick?

MC: Then the story of the earthbound spirits who’s been waiting in the ancient house for a hundred years just to wait for the reincarnation of their lover and find them is also bogus?

Victor: …your eloquence is much wittier at times like this as compared to every time you submit a report.

Victor: When the team that developed the ancient house came to LFG for investment, they included this story in their proposal.

Victor: At the time, however, it was explicitly marked out as a love story written by the owner of the mansion using the ancient house as the setting.

Victor: Considering that the follow-up to the development wouldn’t be promising, LFG didn’t approve the proposal.

Victor: Probably some other company invested in the project and used the story as a gimmick to sell tickets.

MC: …how disappointing! Although we know that legends are usually crafted, isn’t that the beauty of them?

MC: I didn’t expect this to be simply a fabricated story by the owner of the ancient house. Negative review!

MC: And here I was thinking about exploring the ancient mansion to loosen up from all my recent work plights...

Victor: No need to be so disappointed.

Victor: Although the love story of the earthbound spirits is false, you will like the story of the owner of the ancient house even more.

MC: The story of the owner of the ancient house?

Victor: Mm, the owner of the ancient house, was a retired senior teacher who was bedridden in her late years and could no longer move a muscle of her body.

Victor: Seeing how she suffered from pent-up frustration all day, her husband encouraged her to pick up her hobby of writing once again.

Victor: So the stories of the earthbound spirits you’ve heard were dictated by the owner of the house, and then written down word for word by her husband.

Victor: Later, the owner of the house died, and her husband passed away along with her in his sleep the next day.

Victor: ...why aren’t you saying anything? The story is over.

MC: Sob sob sob... I’m moved to tears. Victor, we must go to have a look around this ancient house.

MC: Not for adventure. I just want to see this place where such a loving couple once used to live.

Victor: Dummy, wipe your tears away.

Victor: If you want to go, I’m free this weekend.

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✧ [Moments] ✧

Victor’s Post: Recording little bits of daily life is called a Vlog, not a short film.

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» OPTION A:

MC: Vlog doesn’t have a male lead. But the hero of my short film is Victor!

Victor: ...don’t gather my “famous quotes” in the future; collect your golden sophistry instead.

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» OPTION B:

MC: Short film sounds a little high-end and atmospheric. It fits the temperament of our CEO Victor.

Victor: My temperament is to cut down this kind of unnecessary “projects.”

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» OPTION C:

MC: You “invested” in the costumes, props, and venues. Is it still not a short film?

Victor: I only remember investing in this heroine.

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