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solidwater-arts · 11 months ago
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[ID: Three pen doodles. The first one is of Chara walking with their arms behind their back, looking up with wide eyes and a stiff smile. They are drawn as a skinny tall kid in their early teens. They have freckles and short wavy hair. They are wearing a sweater with a big stripe on the torso and arms, and an unbuttoned long overall as pants. Their cheeks are colored with a pink highlighter.
The second drawing is of Frisk and Chara standing next to each other. The kids' clothes and some details of their faces are colored with highlighters. Frisk is drawn as a fat child with green eyes and curly hair that reaches just above their shoulders. They have a bandaid on their nose and a gauze pad on their cheek. They are wearing a sweater with thin light blue and pink stripes and a short overall with a big pocket in the front.
The last drawing is of Kris. They are drawn with slightly wavy long hair that reaches below their shoulders. They are wearing a sweater with a stripe that goes across their torso, and the collar and bottom of a darker undershirt can be seen under it. /End ID]
Haven't drawn the kids in a while :]
I really like how Chara's design turned out, it has Chara Vibes™
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goldfades · 1 year ago
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✮ 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, quinn hughes
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you can hear it in the silence, silence, you you can feel it on the way home, way home, you you can see it with the lights out, lights out you are in love, true love you are in love
one step, not much but it said enough you kiss on sidewalks you fight and you talk one night he wakes strange look on his face pauses, then says you're my best friend and you knew what it was he is in love
you two are dancing in a snow globe, 'round and 'round and he keeps the picture of you in his office downtown and you understand now why they lost their minds and fought the wars
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♡ ─ word count | 3.5k
♡ ─ summary | 3 times that quinn wanted to tell you he loved you, and the 1 time he finally did.
♡ ─ warnings | unedited (when are my works ever lol), mention of comparison between jack/quinn, exhaustion, slight angst??? but mostly tooth-rotting fluff, quinn overthinking, idk maybe there are more but nothing major LMAO
♡ ─ taglist | tbd!! check link in navigation if you are interested
♡ ─ ev's notes | this took WAY too long to write and lowkey not very proud of it, but i wanted to get it out before i start writing my fics for my 100 follower celly. i love quinny so much, he deserves the world and i hope this fic does him justice LMAO. ALSO THIS SONG MAKES ME FEEL SO FREAKING SICK, ITS SO GOOD. also now im noticing a theme on my page, only writing fics inspired by taylor songs, i need to switch it tf up. anyways, enjoy this slightly longer quinn fic & lmk your thoughts in the comments/reblogs. have a great day!
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Quinn had never been the type to fawn over anyone ─ especially a girl.
In his 23 years of living, he can't remember a time where he was getting all excited and giddy over the mere thought of anyone. All he could ever remember was just focusing on family, hockey, friends.
Sure, there were flings ─ there were always flings but it would never end in anything more than that. It was just a fling. Sure, sometimes he would want something more but most of the times, the girls thought they were just getting themselves into a one-night stand. Two nights (never in a row) if they were lucky. But that was it.
Even if Quinn wanted a relationship (he doesn't, he would swear), he didn't have time for it. Family, hockey, friends ─ that was it. That's all he wanted.
Of course, that was all thrown out the window when he had met you.
Well, not initially. Quinn wasn't the 'love at first type' kinda guy and neither were you. Your first meeting was nothing out of the ordinary. Just a casual meeting at a friend's gathering, a few exchanged pleasantries, and nothing more.
Yet, something about you stuck with him. It was your sweet smile, maybe, or the way your eyes just looked kind and they would light up when you were asked about your job, or your family. Quinn couldn't pinpoint exactly when it happened, but at some point, he found himself thinking about you when he should have been focused on his next game or practice.
His friends noticed the change in him. His younger brothers had noticed the small change and would tease him. "Hey, Q, what's up with you? You've been awfully distracted lately," Quinn could just imagine the stupid grin etched on Jack's face as he spoke those words.
Quinn, normally quick with a witty retort, found himself at a loss for words. He knew he was in new territory; he had never, ever in his life been overthinking about a girl. For the first time, hockey or family or friends weren't the only thing on his mind.
As days turned into weeks, Quinn's feelings grew stronger. He'd catch himself daydreaming about you during team meetings or staring at his phone, waiting for your texts back. He would go look at your instagram multiple times a day, waiting for a new post to go up just so he could see that pretty smile of yours but somehow, he was never satisfied with just that. For once in his whole life, he had wanted to actually get to know a girl based on one meeting and a couple of texts. It was maddening, this feeling of being drawn towards someone in a way he had never experienced before.
He also couldn't ask any of his buddies for advice because all he'd get was teasing so he had to keep it to himself, which somehow made this entire situation so much worse.
Then finally, there was that one night. You were both at another gathering, the same friends, the same laughter, but this time something shifted. You shared a small inside joke, a quick glance, and Quinn felt his heart race in a way that no slapshot or overtime goal had ever made it race before. He felt a surge of contradictory emotions during that one-second moment, a mix of anxiety and excitement that overwhelmed him. It was a sensation so intense that he wanted to vomit, yet strangely, it was different from the kind of feelings he had experienced before ─ it was not because of hockey, it was a girl. No, you weren't just a girl to him anymore, he realized. You were much more than that to him now.
As he drove home that night, he couldn't deny it anymore. He was falling for you, and it terrified him. Love was a complicated thing, one he had always sworn to avoid, but now he was caught in it's tight grasp all because of you.
The following days were a whirlwind of emotions. Quinn, who had always been the composed defenseman on the ice, found himself stumbling over words and second-guessing every move he made when it came to you. He couldn't concentrate during practice, and his teammates couldn't understand what had gotten into him and if he was being honest, neither did he.
But one thing was clear - Quinn Hughes was in love, and he didn't know how to handle it. He realized that his carefully constructed world of family, hockey, and friends had been upended by the presence of one person ─ you.
And so, this journey begins - three times Quinn wanted to tell you he loved you, and the one time he finally did.
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After what seemed like the longest practice of his entire life, Quinn trudged back to his apartment, exhaustion weighing down every step. The weight of expectations from his teammates and fans pressed on his shoulders. Today wasn't his day; his passes were off, shots missed the mark, and he stumbled more than once during drills. Even coach had given him some constructive criticism, which usually wouldn't have bothered him, but today it felt like salt in the wound.
As he entered his home, he was ready to collapse onto the couch and shut out the world. As he collapsed on his soft couch, he groaned out in pain, the soreness in his muscles somehow hurt more than usual. He closed his eyes and tried to relax, until he heard the familiar buzzing of his phone in the pocket of his shorts. He cursed under his breath and pulled it out but all the anger seemed to slowly dissipate as he saw your name and contact picture spayed out on the screen.
Then he remembered. Tonight was supposed to be date night for the both of you. He cursed again before answering the phone, sitting upright on the couch.
"Hey," he answered breathlessly, the exhaustion clear in his voice.
"Hey, Quinn I'm outside─you okay?" You say through the phone but before he could answer, you continued. "Shit, sorry Quinn is this a bad time? I know you just had practice and probably tired, I should've texted but you know, I was so excited─"
"No, no, no. Come up, I'm fine I'm not tired." He was lying and you both knew it, but you sighed through the speaker. "Please, come up. I want you here."
"Okay... promise?"
"Promise, Y/N." He said your name so softly, it made your heart flutter and you couldn't help but smile.
"Okay. I'll be up in two secs," You said. "Bye."
The phone call ended and Quinn exhaled. He was tired, sure ─ but he was excited to see you. Even the sound of your voice made him relax so it wasn't even that much of hassle having a date night. If anything, he was sure, you'd make him feel better.
He quickly changed his clothes and he heard the doorbell ring. Quinn opened the door with a tired smile ─ it slowly spread as he saw your pretty smile. He felt his heart speed up as you slowly examined him, and that smile slowly dropped.
"Quinn..." You whispered, a small frown on your face. His disheveled appearance made you slightly sad.
You both made eye contact for a few seconds before you sighed and walked in, your arms wide open. You embraced him warmly, putting your arms around his shoulders and squeezed him softly.
As your arms enveloped him in a warm, comforting embrace, Quinn felt like the weight of the world had been lifted from his shoulders. Your presence had a way of soothing his mind. The subtle scent of your floral shampoo, the softness of your warm touch, it all wrapped around him pleasantly.
He closed his eyes, letting himself bask in the tenderness of the moment. Your fingers traced gentle circles on his back, and it was as if you were silently reassuring him that it was okay to have bad days because you'd be there to catch him.
You pulled away, your eyes met again, and he saw genuine concern in your gaze. That alone was enough to make his heart skip multiple beats. Quinn couldn't quite put it into words, being around you was like like returning to the warm embrace of home.
He wanted to utter those three special words as he met your gaze, your kind eyes but the words slowly died on his tongue as you continued talking, taking his hand in yours.
"Let's go eat some ice cream and watch Top Gun." You smiled, knowingly.
He laughed softly and nodded, squeezing your hand. "Sounds like a plan."
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The moon cast a soft glow through the white curtains as you and Quinn sat together in his dimly lit living room in comfortable silence. The day had been long, filled with its usual chaos and pressures, but now, the world was still. The only sounds were the faint hum of the city outside and the occasional car passing by.
With a sigh, Quinn leaned back into the couch, his exhaustion evident in expression. You watched him closely, sensing the weight of the day on his shoulders. Your relationship had grown stronger over the span of a couple months and you had become his confidante, the one he turned to when he needed to escape from the demands of the team and fans.
Practice had been harder than usual and somehow, on top of all of that, the media had initiated a new trend of drawing comparisons between him and Jack, which made his mood worse.
You knew that; watching Quinn get slowly demotivated by the comments made by those nobodies, it hurt your heart. Breaking the silence, you softly asked, "Quinn, how are you really holding up?"
He looked at you, his gaze wavering at your soft eyes. There was something about the way you looked at him, a warmth and understanding that he had rarely found in anyone else. It was as if you could see right through him, past the tough exterior he often wore.
For a moment, he hesitated, unsure of how much to reveal. He almost gave you the media-trained answer but then, he realized that with you. "Not sure, if I'm being honest."
"That's fine, Quinn." You answered softly, "you don't have to know. But what I do what you to know is that you're not Jack. You're not Luke, or Trevor, or anyone else. You're you and that's enough."
That simple answer made him halt all his thoughts. He felt his shoulders slowly drop, letting out a loud exhale. He felt a sense of relief wash over him, as if a heavy burden had been lifted.
With empathy in your eyes, you couldn't help but feel the toll it was taking on him. The Quinn you saw now, weary and vulnerable, was a side he rarely showed to anyone.
Quinn's voice wavered as he spoke about the comments that everyone had been making on the media. "It's just... they don't understand, Y/N. They don't see the hours of practice, the sacrifices, the love I have for this game. All they see is Jack's brother, or one of the Hughes brothers."
You reached out and gently placed a hand on his arm, comfortingly. "Quinn, I see you. I see the hard work, the dedication, and the love you have for hockey. And I believe in you. You might be just Jack's brother or just another Hughes to them, but that doesn't matter to me. I see Quinn and you know what, that's enough. And if it isn't enough for them, then fuck them."
His eyes met yours, and there was a vulnerability in that eyes that spoke volumes. In that moment, Quinn realized that he was sharing not just his struggles, but his true self with you. It was a level of trust and intimacy he hadn't experienced with any girl before.
The silence that followed was a comforting one, filled with unspoken understanding. It was as if you were his anchor in the storm, a source of encouragement and warmth. Quinn couldn't help but think that he was lucky to have you by his side, someone who saw him for who he truly was, beyond just hockey player or another Hughes brother, beyond the expectations.
As he held your kind gaze, Quinn couldn't help but think that he wanted to say something more, something that would convey the true depth of his feelings. But for now, he settled for a heartfelt confession: "You're my best friend."
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The frenetic buzz of the post-game celebrations following a thrilling overtime victory against the Toronto Maple Leafs, Quinn found himself into another arena, one of bright lights and microphones. His heart still raced from the intensity of the game, but now, he had to face the media. The sweat dripped from his forehead, his heart was still beating from the intensity of the adrenaline in his system.
The victory had been hard-fought, Quinn playing a pivotal role in securing it. The puck on his stick, he executed great moves, the slide of the ice beneath his skates, the thud of the puck hitting the net, the eruption of cheers all merging into a thrilling crescendo of sensations made his head buzz with excitement.
The reporters, with cameras flashing and microphones thrust forward, surrounded him like a hungry vultures. They fired questions, one after another, probing for insights into the game-changing play that had secured the win for the Vancouver Canucks.
"Quinn, that last-minute save in overtime was incredible! Can you walk us through what was going on in your mind?"
"Quinn, there's been a lot of buzz with your brother, Jack Hughes. How does it feel to outshine him tonight?"
"You've been compared to some of the greats tonight. How do you handle the pressure of those comparisons?"
"Quinn, your family's here tonight, right? How does their support affect your game?"
"Quinn, fans are calling this one of the best games of your career. Do you think this win is the turning point for the Canucks this season?"
The questions all blurred in his head, the bright lights straining his eyes. Quinn, used to these post-game interviews, felt a distinct unease tonight even after such a big win. The questions were sharp and the scrutiny was intense. In the midst of this media frenzy, he sought solace in the one thing that always brought him strength: you.
He remembers seeing you in the stands before the game and his mind kept replaying those few seconds where you shared a big grin as you both made eye contact.
Amidst the crowd of reporters, he spotted you, your presence radiating pride and warmth. Your eyes locked onto his, and for a moment, it felt like it was just the two of you in the arena. You gave him a big thumbs up with a big grin, knowing how anxiety inducing those post-game interviews could be. Quinn longed to speak the words that danced at the tip of his tongue but he knew he had to navigate this sea of questions first.
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This week had to be the longest of Quinn's life. The 3 hour, 5 am pre-season practices had been so tiring, he felt the life get sucked out of him after every exhausting practice. There was one thing he had been looking forward to and that was your date night. Even though he knew that he would have do this week over again practically the next week, he was okay with it knowing that he would be able to spend some time with you over the weekends.
As Friday night finally arrived, Quinn couldn't help but feel a sense of relief and excitement. The thought of spending time with you, of being himself without the pressures of anyone else, filled him with a sense of comfort.
He had suggested a new restaurant downtown, a place neither of you had been before. As you both entered the restaurant, the soft piano ambience and the chatter created the perfect atmosphere. Quinn couldn't help but steal a few glances at you, admiring your beauty and the easy way you fit into his world.
You had worn your hair back in a low bun, showing off your sweet collarbone, a pretty necklace that Quinn had bought for you on a trip hanging off it. It was a silver color and the jewel a beautiful deep blue color that brought out your angelic eyes. Quinn couldn't help but stare and you felt your face burn with heat as you caught his loving gaze.
"What, is there something on my face?"
He chuckled, shaking his head. "No, no. You just look beautiful, like always. I like that necklace, wonder who bought it for you."
You giggled in response, feeling slightly giddy. You couldn't even lie, Quinn had you in a trance. You were head over heels. "Yeah, I wonder who."
The rest of the night was spent like this ─ sweet and teasing, it all felt right. Everything just felt right, it was if the last week hadn't happened. Every problem just slowly faded every time either of you spent time together, no matter how big or small it was.
After dinner, you decided to take a walk out in town. The summer air was unusually cool, the lights of the city perfectly setting the atmosphere for the night.
Quinn held your hand, your softer and smaller hand fitting his like a glove. You both walked through the town, talking and laughing like you two were the only people in the world.
As you both passed a bar, your ears filled with the familiar tune of your favorite song. You immediately stopped and looked at Quinn knowingly. "Oh my gosh, I can't believe it's playing!"
Quinn let out a soft chuckle, nodding. "Wanna go in?"
You ignored his question and started lip syncing the lyrics to him, playfully. He started laughing even louder, letting his head fall back. You had started laughing, too ─ then, you took his hand in yours and started dancing.
If it this was anyone else, Quinn would've been slightly embarrassed but as he saw your eyes sparkling and your wide small, he truly couldn't feel anything but love. He had a smile on his face as he grabbed you and pulled you closer, dancing happily with you.
As the song ended, another started playing. 'You are in love' by Taylor Swift had started playing and Quinn almost let out a laugh at the coincidence. You looked back at him, a deep blush gracing on your face. He took your hand again and pulled you closer, and you put you put arms around his broad shoulders.
You both looked into each other's eyes and he took account of how beautiful you looked in this moment ─ you always looked beautiful, no matter when or where or to who, it was just a fact. But you looked more than just physically beautiful, everything about you was perfect, your flaws, your smile, just everything.
And that was when Quinn really knew, in his bones that you were the one for him.
"What?" You whispered, as you saw Quinn's expression changed slowly. He loved that too ─ how empathetic you were, how in sync you both were. You always knew what he was feeling.
You asked, but you knew what the answer was.
"I think ─ no..." His words died on his tongue as your expression changed too. "I know it. I love you."
It didn't feel like a big confession. It didn't feel how everyone described it to be, it just felt like a normal statement. You both had thought it before, multiple times ─ so saying it out loud wasn't a big confession to either of you.
He loved that, he was so used to everything being so big and grand, he wanted it simple. He loved that and he loved you.
You could see it in his eyes, too. His eyes were softened as he gazed at you, like he always looked at you. But this time, you acknowledged it more. He loved you. Quinn loved you. As you gazed into his brown eyes, your heart swelled with a deep sense of connection. You had known, just like he did, that this feeling existed between you. It wasn't born out of big gestures or dramatic confessions; instead, it had quietly grown, nourished by the everyday moments you shared.
As the song ended softly, you let out a breath you didn't know you were even holding. "Yeah. I know I love you, too."
His smile got impossibly bigger and then, he leaned in and gave you the biggest of kisses ─ the dramatic ones, too. He had your face in his hand, the other one holding on your waist and you pulled him closer with your hands.
You felt his mouth smirk as you both sloppily made out. You laughed into the kiss but neither of you pulled away. Neither of you liked PDA but this time, it felt right.
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simping-overload · 1 year ago
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Day 2 - Dottore
including: bondage, excessive use of vibrators, multiple orgasms, gn reader
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You've been working with Dottore for a while now as his assistant. You, of course, run his errands, fetch what he needs, and occasionally have to find someone for him to experiment on next.
This time, however, he wanted you to be the experiment. Due to the fact you were in no position at all to decline, you agreed. That's how you ended up here, tied down to his table, with a vibrator strapped to your sex while the other is in your hole.
You aren't sure how long you've been like this, only that you know you've had around 3 organisms in a row. You try to rub your thighs together, an attempt to create friction that the vibrator can't replicate it the way you want.
Your to focused chasing after your own pleasure in your lust clouded mine to notice Dottore had entered the room. While he takes great pleasure at the sound of your moans, he doesn't like it if you are disobeying his orders. Ones that were simple enough for his darling assistant to understand.
The icy cold hand that rests itself on the hallow of your neck is enough to cease your movements. You freeze, eyes widen in fear and surprise. You slowly begin to lean your head back and look into those peirceing eyes.
"My, what do we have here? You went against my orders, one that was very simple. All you had to do was not move, my dear. It seems I've overestimated your obedience."
Dottore moves his hand to have a hasher grip on your neck, and in his other hand, he holds the remote for the vibrators. His thumb rests on the increase symbol.
"Now, I can either increase this, making you become even more of a drolling mess than you already are. Or decrease it enough to have it still give you your pleasure, but not in the amount you want."
Dottore challenges you. He knows you well enough to be aware of what you will choose.
"Increase it, please, my lord. I promise this time I won't dare to move." You plead, eyes rolling into the back of your head as he increases it to what seemed to be the highest level.
Dottore removes his hand from your neck, putting on the left side of your chest to feel your racing heartbeat. He then moves down to where the vibrator inside you would be, someplace under your belly button.
He presses down on it, applying pressure to the area, making the vibrator press against that bundle of nerves even more. As much as you want to move, to have the vibrator pressed against it even more, you don't dare to.
Dottore lets this go on for a few more minutes before removing his hand from your stomach, walking around the table to undue your ankle restraints.
"Lord Dottore...? What are you doing?" You ask, mind still clouded, trying to comprehend his actions as he gets onto the table with you, fishing his cock out from his pants.
"Just part of the experiment, no need to worry." He tapes another vibrator to the tip of his cock before lubeing the rest of his shaft generously. He didn't even flinch when he turned the vibrator on to max volume, as if it didn't affect him.
He keeps a firm grip on your thighs as he rests your calfs on his shoulders. Lining up his tip with your entrance he shoves his cock in, his balls hitting against your ass with a loud slap noise.
You suck in painful breath at the feeling, fingernails digging into your palm. He was generous enough to let your body adjust and for the pain to subside. You calm your heaving breaths, forcing your body to relax.
Dottore caresses your hip, rubbing small circles into it as he continues. He starts at a slow pace, the vibrator tapped to his tip, rubs against yours. The pain quickly turns into pleasure at the overwhelming feeling.
You felt amazing around Dottores cock, walls clenching around him, sucking him in as if your life depended on it. He whispers praises, as he goes faster. The power of the vibrators amplifying the pleasure.
He leans down, bringing your knees to shoulders while he presses his forehead against yours. His crimson eyes looking into your unfocused lust filled ones.
"Look at you. You're taking me so well. If I'd knew you'd be such a good cock sleeve I would've done this sooner." He praises, attacking your lips with his. The kiss was aggressive and greedy. He nips the bottom of your lips with his shark like teeth, enjoying the way your blood tastes on his tongue.
You can feel his pace quicken, his movements getting sloppy as he deepens the kiss. Forcing his tongue past your lips and teeth and into your mouth. His tongue twirls around yours. You can feel that knot in your stomach beginning to unravel.
You break the kuss to both speak and regain your breath.
"My lord, I'm gonna—!"
You moan loudly, throwing your head back against the table as you cum all over yourself and Dottore. He seems to be close aswell, slamming his hips against yours a final time.
He bites into your shoulder, making you, as he realses his load into you. He licks up the blood from the bite wound, before kissing you again.
He pulls himself out of you with a wet pop, resting his now limp duck against your stomach. He however, keeps the vibrators still attached and in you.
"I hope your experiment was a success, my lord." You say, with heavy breaths.
"Oh you're mistaken my dear, the experiment isn't over yet."
"...What?"
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kanmom51 · 2 years ago
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JK's Weverse live 2 Feb 2023
OMG OMG OMG.
JK man, what did you do to us?
4 hours of JK. 4 friggin' hours.
Before I dive into the abyss I will say that this post is based on multiple trustworthy translation accounts, seeing there is no official translation nor will there be for quite some time now (4 hr. live, lol). I will update if any changes need to be made (after the official translation comes out).
Also, This is a long ass post, so breach yourselves, get yourselves your favourite snacks sit down and enjoy the ride. So so much to come.
Starting with his:
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Knock knock, cheeky JK.
Let's sum up the 4 hours of the live shall we:
JK did the live in Brunnan.
JK's hair is long.
JK loves Bammi.
JK talked about his tattoos.
JK drank more beer than I could ever in one seating. Or maybe even 2 or 3 or 4...(I am a lightweight though).
JK was tired and still continued the live.
JK isn't working on his album at the moment, he's at home not doing much, well not working in any case.
RM commented a lot.
Tae commented a lot and got JK to do a live on IG that turned out to be pretty short, just surpassing his 7 min. live a few days back.
JK sang. A LOT.
JK sang Vibe. Twice. After calling JM cool, then adding Taeyang is cool too. He also gave us a little dance move.
Ooh, and we got JK singing Sam Smith's Unholy.
That's 4 hours in a nut shell I guess.
End of post.
Nah, gotcha.
We have tons to cover, so let's get it:
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JK starts the live telling us he's not really supposed to be doing a live, I told you, cheeky boy.
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Lol.
JK moves on to tell us he's not working on his album at the moment, and actually not doing much of anything at the moment.
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I'm all for it. After 10 years of working practically non stop, throughout his youth, he deserves this time off.
JK does say he's spending time alone, at times hasn't left the house for 6 days in a row.
And as the introvert that he is, and as the introvert that I am, I get him. Totally. I could stay at home for days and feel totally content.
Doesn't mean he's not doing anything though. He's doing what he wants to do as opposed as living by a schedule. Taking the time to watch shows, videos, clips he wants to watch is one of those things he told us he does. I just do hope he's in a good mind space. The past couple of years were not easy. The not knowing not easy. Knowing MS is around the corner not easy. Jikook having to adjust to the new reality not easy. He needs this rest and I'm happy he's getting it.
Makes me think though about those stories told of him going out on the town like going skiing or snowboarding or spending time with Tae all the time (I literally have an ask in my inbox telling me just that). Dunno, perhaps it's time for many to finally start questioning these unsubstantiated stories?
Now don't come at me. Not saying JK and Tae aren't close friends. They might be both meeting up occasionally and/or playing online games together all day everyday. What I'm saying is that I'm sick of unsubstantiated stories someone sprouts on Twitter turned into facts without any actual proof.
And it's always the TKK side of things - believing until proven wrong. Because when the shoe is on the other foot, aka JKK, the knee jerk reaction is to not believe until proven true.
Just a thought...
After JK talks about how long his hair has grown, and damn, it has grown so long, Bam makes an appearance. Bammi. How we missed him so.
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I truly think Bam deserves a whole post of his own, and I will give you one. I promise. Cause so many cute Bamkook moments, including a lethal Bam kiss.
JK's asked about Jin and says he thinks he's doing well and that he's in touch with them occasionally in their group chat. That same group chat many fans forget they actually have to communicate amongst themselves and not via their public IG accounts. That is when they don't communicate personally with each other privately.
JK brings up not seeing "Yoongi marry me".
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Vibe.
Next JK started with the karaoke. We got to enjoy JK's flawless voice throughout his live. But he started us off with Vibe.
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JK singing and dancing vibe on his live - all I've been living for the past couple of weeks, lol - singing it TWICE.
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This too deserves a whole separate post, and it probably will get one.
Saying that, JK with singing Vibe (do I have to remind he did it twice?) has now performed 7 of JM's songs while live or recording content.
JK continues to sing several songs by TXT, New Jeans, Seventeen, RM, etc. Like I said, karaoke night full blow (filling up the 4 hour live).
A list of his songs throughout the live can be found here:
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JK was asked if he has a tattoo on his back, to which he said he doesn't, only on his right arm.
We had a little JK-Army flirtation going on, as per usual, lol.
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Mr. Jeon Jungkook also thinks maybe he's the next to get appendicitis. I sure hope he's wrong.
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And that at 25 yo he's getting old.- everything hurts. Why am I not surprised (man cannot do anything half way).
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RM popped in to visit JK's live, a little drunk perhaps, lol.
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And JK...
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Next comes the thing everyone has been literally waiting for...
The tattoos.
I know this will be twisted and turned and I feel sorry for the accounts with their anons open, cause this, not surprisingly, is turning into to a shit storm...
There are a few translations out there, most not full ones, and others pretty unreliable.
So, I'm still on the lookout for a reliable full translation for these. I've found a couple that feel like they have an agenda.
I did find this one, a full translation that seems to be more or less on the up and up - lines up with all the bits and pieces I've found in the accounts I do trust.
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One specific tattoo JK neglects to talk about is the eclipse tattoo. Unintentional you think? I think not.
So, let's get down to what we really came for, eh? His hand tattoo. The talk of the town.
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I know JK said the J is for JK. JK and Army.
Loud and clear, right?
But is it?
Is JK sharing the whole story with us?
Why then on the ring finger?
Why over the M?
Why not allow anything come between the two?
Also funny, as @jaksal pointed out, how for JM's birthday in 2021 for some reason the J and M were kept apart, distanced, quite like the J and M on JK's finger. Apart but not parted (mostly).
Another question I can't help but ask is since when does J stand for JK? Really. Please tell me when was the first or last time JK ever referred to himself as J.
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Jungkook calls himself JK. He is referred to by others as JK. When he writes his name in Roman letters he writes JK. Never J.
On top of that, why not put the J over the A? Would make more sense, J + Army from the start...
And if he decided to put the crown over the A, which he did, then why not put the J over any other finger other than the actual ring finger that happened to make a lovely clear and constantly touched up and darkened JM?
Could JK share the whole story with us even if he really wanted to?
JK in essence debunked the story that Army were living for since 2019 - that Army with the J stood for all the 7 members of BTS. The A inverted standing for V.
Yes, he said the J is for JK, but could he say he added the J on his ring finger over the M to make JM? The only one out of all of the members he decided to tattoo onto his skin, have on his hand for all to see?
Telling us J over the M on his ring finger stood for JM would be literally outing the two as a queer couple. No ifs ands or buts.
And you can't say the same about him telling us army is army. Because admitting army was for all the members wouldn't put him in a queer relationship with one of the members, all while having JM on his ring finger would seal the deal on that.
So what did JK do talking about his tattoos? He omitted the JM, and the eclipse - the two specific known tattoos that can link him directly to JM (and if the eclipse had nothing to do with JM why not talk about it too?).
Oh, and I know what comes next -
Being asked "are you calling him a liar?"
Heck no.
But telling a necessary untruth, or embellishing the truth, or omitting some facts, or perhaps the right way of seeing it is giving us the acceptable excuse.
Nope. Not lying. But all the above... yeah, that.
Seriously, take a second to think clearly. What was he supposed to do? Really? Admit that the J and M are connected and mean JM?
I've been seeing people talking about how JK didn't realise what he was doing. That he didn't see the placement came out like JM. Please give me a break. Do they really have such low regard for JK?
The man that came up with this:
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Wouldn't realise the J placed over the M makes JM - Jimin. Ha-ha-ha.
With or without the next paragraph, JK knew what he was doing.
But if we do trust this specific translation, JK points out that he placed the crown over the A. Thoughtfully. Intentionally. Do we really think he wouldn't have had the same thought process with the J?
Please don't insult JK's intelligence.
And if you wonder what K-JKKs are thinking:
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And being harassed and bullied and bad mouthed for speaking their minds. How familiar...
Oh, and just in case we forgot, during the live JK made sure we'll remember how he refers to Jimin... starting to actually say the actual name and then intentionally changing it up to JM. See for yourselves.
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And if you are even interested to know what my 21 yo army non Jikooker daughter's reaction was to the whole Army and J tattoo explanation (you're getting either way)...same daughter that told me the army stood for all members and we argued about it many a times.
You know what she said to me?
"Well, what do you expect him to say? That it's JM? Of course he can't say that".
EXACTLY!!
He can't say it.
So, if I haven't made myself clear by now I'll say it once more with feeling:
The combination of the J and the M on JK's ring finger stands for JM.
Again, I don't think JK is lying. But he's omitting.
The J could definitley be there to not only mean JM but him as well, which would make it even more romantic, if you will. The J and the M, JK and JM marked on his ring finger. If that's not commitment idk what is.
Then Tae joined the fun.
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So, JK started the live.
Full untranslated live here (couldn't find a reliable translated one on YT just yet):
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JK getting up mid live, to get something?
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comes back and still talk for a few minutes, to each other (?) and that's it.
Not much was going on there.
Not gonna say the D (disconnected) word, cause y'all gonna come down my throat.
What was kind of obvious is that no, they no bumping knees. Two mates talking. To each other, next to each other, sometimes the first, sometimes the other.
When you are asking to have a live but then reduced to play with the filters cause the convo, it just ain't flowing, all to end the live after around 10 minutes (I think only around half of that was them talking to each other)...
I'd say reach your own conclusions.
The apartment
Before moving on let's talk a little about the apartment shall we?
We know who is on the lease of Brunnan.
We know it's furnished with some of the dorm's furniture (I'm not 100% sure, but that lounge sure looked like the dorm lounge).
Walls bare.
Clothes rack empty.
What looked like his coat maybe lying on the lounge next to him.
This time he was prepared with a chilled beer glass (after the tea cup wine drinking debacle, lol).
Let's get real here.
Could he be living there? Sure he could. Spending days on end in a bare, cold, lifeless apartment with zero character.
Could he be living elsewhere, let's say somewhere where we aren't even shown anything other than the tv screen? Sure he could. But not on paper. Not officially.
Could two grown men that literally aren't allowed to be in a queer relationship starting the second they enlist need to have official/public known separate addresses, and perhaps there is another place, kept secret, where they can spend most of their time together their privacy guaranteed? Knowing there are still queer couples in SK that live that way, my answer to that will be yes.
Do we know for sure? Heck no. And that, my friends, is the whole idea. We're not supposed to know, as much as our curiosity kills us.
Just a couple of more things and we're done. Phew...
We had this:
JK likes cute
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Just in case we weren't aware of it, once again JK confirms that his type is cute. Since forever.
Cute has JK giggling.
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Cute has JK drooling.
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Another one that deserves it's very own post. So much to do...
Note to self: you asked for Jikook content, don't complain now that you got some.
Sam Smith's Unholy
I'm going to end this long ass post with some JK singing and dancing to Sam Smith's Unholy.
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Because how better to end this with a diva JK?
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Of course he'll know the choreo.
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your-averagewriter · 2 years ago
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Follow You.
Summary/request: I would like to request an Oli Sykes x F!reader, ( can she be younger than him?) where they are in a semi secrete relationship ( like you have to really stan the group/him to know that because they are so lowkey). Oli/BMTH has been on tour for a while now and reader starts missing him a lot so she decides to surprise so to make sure it doesn't get spoiled she decides to buy her own ticket. So she has to stand in the queue, get through security and stuff like that. Some fans recognized her and asked for some pictures but she asked them to not post it until after the show. She also got distracted by the merch that she also bought and realized that now she has to stand at the barricade in the far side. And Oli is so shocked for a moment but he introduced her in a really cute way and he also sang follow you with her on stage and I'll leave the rest to you 🙂☺️
Word count: 1.9K
Warnings: swearing, kissing
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“I miss you.” I whine through the phone, laying on my bed.
“I miss you too, darlin’.” He replies and I imagine him pacing around his changing room preparing for the show. “But we’re over half way through the tour now.” He tries to assure.
“Yeah, but the tour is really long! There’s loads of shows left.” I say, frowning but then I get an idea during the short silence. There’s still tickets for some of his shows and if they aren’t then I’m sure I could get a ticket anyway - being Oli’s girlfriend comes with a few perks, one being front row tickets to their shows.
“I’m sorry, love, but I’ve gotta go - the stage hand just came in and said it’s five minutes till we’re on.” He says but I can’t really contain my smile.
“Yeah, yeah, it’s fine.” I quickly reassure. “I’ve gotta go too.” I say, smiling.
“Okay, I’ll call you after?” He asks and I check my watch.
“Tomorrow?” I ask, sweetly. “It’s already 1:00 am here.” I chuckle.
“Shit. Okay, get some sleep, okay?”
“Yeah, you too, love. Bye.” I hang up and immediately grab my laptop. I sign into ticketmaster and click through the different gigs, there’s one tomorrow which I couldn’t get to so I choose one about a week later. There’s no standing tickets left so I quickly call Dave, one of their manager/finacial guys who I’m friends with.
“Hey, could you get me a standing ticket to that America show I sent to you?”
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I drag my suitcase behind me as I leave the airport. The flight was long but I was sat by myself and just listened to some good music (it might have been Bring Me The Hoirzon because I really miss Oli but that’s not a necessary detail). I get into a taxi and make my way to the hotel I’m staying at, it’s not high end but I’m certainly not sleeping on the streets.
I haven’t checked my phone since I got on the plane as I was a bit stressed out because of all the baggage and airport stuff but I switch it back on and see countless missed calls from Oli.
Sitting in the back of the taxi I call him back. I keep it cool and don’t tell him about how I’m in America now.
The show is in a couple of days so I spend my spare time exploring America, making the most of the time I have here.
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Finally, it’s the day of the show and I get to the venue about 30 minutes before doors open and their were a surprising amount of people already here. But on the way I get distracted by the merch stall, obviously I had to go over to it and check it out. The young guy working there passes me the multiple items of merch I request and I hand him over the cash I owe for them. I get back in the queue and try to stuff all my products in my bag but I can’t fit them all in so I have to put on both the BMTH T-Shirt and the hoodie on top. I manage to get the rest in my bag but I see a couple of women (probably inin their early 20s) looking at me, or at least I think they are. After a few more minutes they come over to me with big smiles.
“Hey, you’re (y/n), right?” One of them asks and I nod.
“The one and only.” I chuckle.
“Can we get a photo?” The other asks.
“You want a photo… with me?” I ask, confused but they just nod eagerly. “Okay then.” I chuckle and they stand next to me. I wrap my arms around their shoulders as they take a couple of selfies.
“You’re so cool.” One of them says.
“What are your names? Seeing as you know mine.” They tell me their names: Hannah and Vivienne although she prefers Viv. “I love your eyeliner by the way!” I point out Hannah’s makeup. “How do you do that?” I ask, impressed.
I exchange numbers with them so that they can send me the photos.
“If you’re gonna post the photo please could you not post it until after the show?”
“Sure, but why?” Viv asks but Hannah gasps, interrupting her.
“Oli doesn’t know that you’re here!” She exclaims and I only smile in response.
We stand in the queue together for a while before doors open and we enter the venue but then we split up. I surprisingly meet a couple more people who ask for photos with me. I’ve never really been asked for a photos before so it was a bit weird.
Finally though I get to a good space (near the front like I planned) and I enjoy the support bands especially A Day To Remember because I'm secretly a big fan of theirs. I dance along and jump around and even mosh a little bit and I have so much fun but then, disappointingly, their set ends. But on a more positive note, that means BMTH will be on soon.
It gets too hot for the hoodie I bought earlier so I attempt to stuff it in my bag but before then I see one of their stage hands that travels around on your with them so I walk over to him with a smile and ask him if I can pop back stage to store my merch. He agrees as he knows me fairly well but I ask him not to tell Oli I'm here and he just smirks at me.
I head back to the floor, hands free and I stand on the far right of the stage at the barrier (much to my delight). I check out the BMTH top I bought earlier and it fits really nicely, it makes my figure look great but it's not really tight.
I wait patiently at the barrier not being able to contain my smile, thinking of the point when Oli sees me. But all the other fans at the barrier must be big BMTH fans too so they're also smiling - I blend in.
A few moments later and graphics start appearing on the board behind where the bands play. And the intro to Can You Feel My Heart? Starts playing and along with the rest of the fans I go a little crazy. I look over and see that a couple of other members see me in the crowd but I raise a finger to my lips signaling for them to not say anything.
A couple of songs later and Oli makes his way off the stage to walk across the barrier which isn't a rare thing, I've seen countless videos of him interacting closely with the fans at the front. I watch carefully and clap as he approaches where I am in the crowd.
He looks straight at me as he makes his way along the barriers and our eyes meet. Smiling at him I watch as his face lights up even more than it had before. He looks shocked which makes me chuckle but he quickly snaps out of it and jogs towards me.
His smile matches my along with a face of relief. He presses his forehead against mine and wraps his arms around my neck. I place a kiss on his lips quickly and a whispered confession.
"I missed you so much." I whisper to him but I can tell by his eyes he heard me.
It's as if the crowd's melted away and it's just us now but the crowd is going crazier than ever tonight.
"Come on." He beckons quietly by my ear so that I can hear him.
"Go up?" I ask confused, this was not part of the plan but he just nods. "Okay then." I say and he calls (with the help of a couple kind fans) lifts me up over the barrier and I end up in a bridal style carry.
I bury my face in his neck, embarrassed.
"Oli, put me down." I say as he carries me to the stage.
"C'mon, darlin'." He says with a toothy smile I simply can't resist.
He climbs up onto stage, somehow still carrying me in his arms but we make it to the center of the stage.
I chuckle nervously as I look out on the arena full of people, fans cheering for Oli. He puts me down gently but keeps his arm wrapped around my shoulders.
"This… is (y/n), some if you may know her…" He trails off, placing a kiss on my cheek. "If you didn't you do now. She's…" I expect him to say girlfriend or partner but the rest of his sentence shocks me. "The love of my life." He announces to the hundreds of thousands of people and I look at him slightly shocked. "And I haven't seen her for weeks, months even." He says speaking to the audience but it feels like he's just speaking to me. "For this next song I want you to sing along with us as loud as you can." He looks to me with a sparkle in his eyes and I rest my head on his chest. "This song is called Follow You." He says and cheers erupt again.
The intro to the song starts playing and I look at him, nothing but adoration in my eyes. There is truly no one I'd rather spend my life with than this man and I couldn't be more glad that he feels the same.
He starts rocking slowly holding onto me and starts singing the song. Obviously I know the words to the song, I know all their songs but I don't sing along until he prompts me to with the lowering of the mike to my height.
I look at him doubtfully but he reassures me with his eyes so I start singing gently into the mike. This is definitely one of the best moments of my life.
In a short instrument only section of the song he turns around slightly and places one of his hands on my shoulders and one on my waist. I look at him confused as he starts to slow dance with me but I relax into it, resting my arms around his neck, draped over his shoulder and laying my head on his chest.
"I love you." I says and I smile.
"I love you too." I say and once again forget the crowd are even there.
At the end of the song I'm snapped out of the trance and look back at the crowd, the numerous phone lights and recording cameras that litter the audience. It's quite harsh to look at so I just look at Oli.
"(y/n) (l/n), everyone." He says, releasing me from his arms like a presentation. I smile meekly as the audience cheers and screams, it is overwhelming but in a good way.
"Thank you, everyone for letting this be such a special show and letting (y/n) be here as well." He says, sounding like it's the end of the show but this is only the fourth or fifth song.
"We'll be right back." He says before lovingly dragging me backstage. "You're fucking incredible." He says to me, once his mike is discarded. "I can't believe you." He says wrapping his arms around me, leaving little space for breathing. "Traveling to America, sneaking into one of our shows." He mock chastises.
"You know you love me." I say, my voice slightly muffled my his chest.
"I do, maybe a little too much, darlin'."
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AN: I hope you enjoyed reading!
I loved the request, if any of you guys wanna request things like BMTH or similar then go for it!
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dearweirdme · 1 year ago
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I wasn't planning on talking anymore but I wanted to send you something to hopefully counter all of the doubters that were bumming you out. 😊 People react very emotionally right away when something like this happens, and I think they should at least take time to process everything before getting into any discussions. This isn't even our first round of shenanigans this year. I've been a Taekooker for a long time and the outV/outJK hate campaign has been around at least as long so this is not my first or second rodeo. They almost always follow the same pattern. The Taennope situation is the one outlier and while a lot of people were panicking immediately after the Paris video, most eventually came back around because the weirdness of the whole thing is obvious to the point media play started being the only explanation that makes sense. Features that are almost always present are a combo of real pics/videos and edited or fake photos/videos that get debunked, a lot get debunked very quickly. What they try to pass of as "proof" usually hides the identities somehow, no recognizable or only partially visible faces, blurring, facing away from the camera, or obstructed view. There's always coordination between multiple accounts that start posting everything together, they often end up contradicting each other or overplay their hand by embellishing too much and adding something that is very obviously untrue. One of the most interesting things to me about the most recent shenanigans is the similarities in the "proof" to JK's "scandal" in 2019. What we got first was a pictures of CC camera footage that showed JK backhugging a woman. This actually showed visible and identifiable faces. It was definitely him. I engaged a lot more on Twitter at the time and was in a group chat with a few big accounts and that day was a crazy one, because the accounts that started the rumor tagged us personally. I think they thought we'd freak out and spread it, but we all kept it in the chat and didn't make any public posts. Soon enough the rumor was officially denied, and the woman involved posted a letter saying they were just friends and she apologized for upsetting anyone (which she shouldn't have had to do). Maybe it's because I saw that go down in real time from a front row seat that the recent smear campaign doesn't get to me. I find the whole thing questionable in the same way every incident has been. Except this time Jungkook actually addressed it almost immediately and while talking directly to us. I've seen some imply he said "I don't have a girlfriend" (three times apparently "I don't have any girlfriend") as some sort of half-truth skirting around him having a gf when the video was shot but not now, but I don't think he would say that if he thought there was a risk anything was going to come up that would make it look like he tried to lie to his own fans. If that was a risk I think he would have just stayed quiet about it, and he certainly would have been advised to stay quiet by the company. I also think him expressing relief at having said that is very interesting. How long has he wanted to say something like that. I trust Jungkook. I put my trust in him over a group of people spreading these things, whether they are all real/some real/all fake, for one purpose: to hurt him by turning his fans against him. None of this is reason enough for me to doubt everything I've seen in Taekook. Earlier you said "I have a pretty clear idea in my head on how everything fits together", I feel that. I debunk a lot of Taekook for myself, but there's still a lot that is undeniable for me and I have everything lined up with receipts when it comes to them. The foundation of my belief just doesn't shake that easily. Thank you for posting pictures of them recently, because I think it's very easy for some to forget why they were here in the first place when there is so much confusion.
Hi anon!
Thanks for this ask! I very much agree with you on all points.
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imgae-insertshockedgasps-16 · 8 months ago
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alright boiz it's time for a hyperfixation i haven't yet indulged in on rbis blog.
beetlejuice.
i'm placing a cut for convenience, cause i expect a long post honestly
okay. so. disclaimer: tim burton? don't like em. racist. not a great person. however: divorce the art from the artist. i loved the beetlejuice movie as a kid. i still love it. i have a 10yr old beetlejuice dvd that i watch. no money for tim burton! it's important to acknowledge the problems, but i still enjoy the media.
second disclaimer: it has been a long ass time since i watched the entire play and my memory is generally garbage. so, if i'm wrong, pls feel free to correct me. however, this doesn't mean be a complete jerk abt "how could you even get that wrong?!? have you even watched it!!!!" pls be kind and respectful. also keep in mind that i have multiple disorders that influence memory in various ways.
NOW ONTO THE GOOD SHIT.
"three times in a row, it must be spoken, unbroken"
it's very vague.
unbroken by what?
not unbroken by other people. beetlejuice talks under/through his name being spoken (well, sung), so we can assume that someone else speaking doesn't influence the sequence.
not by a pause. "beeeeeeeee (pause) cause!" it's a brief pause, but a pause. the question here becomes how long can a pause last before it's considered breaking the sequence? a average pause that applies in typical sentence structure? an hour long pause? could you hypothetically wait days in between calls of his name, and as long as you say nothing else in between he'll be summoned?
in the same phrase, we're given the drawing out of a syllable. so as long as the syllable isn't disrupted, it counts? could you break up the syllables? "be" now, "tle" in five minutes, "jui" three minutes after that, "ce" a few minutes later?
if so, could we combine pause and syllable? "be" today, "tle" tomorrow, "jui" and "ce" the next, repeat thrice and you've banished him?
and it doesn't have to be the person who summoned him that says his name, either, so could someone across the world (trying/tricked into summon him) accidentally banish him?
and then: it specifies "spoken". dictionaries generally agree that spoken means "said aloud" in some degree. so, whispered? said in some other language? what if someone puts 'beetlejuice' through a cipher, and then the result was spoken aloud three times? it's the equivalent of beetlejuice, does it count?
or what if someone has an auditory processing disorder? do they have to say "beetlejuice" or do they have to say what they heard? generally i would assume they have to say "beetlejuice", but if they genuinely believe that the term "fleetingbooth" is correct and will work, how does that affect the summoning/banishnent?
what about being read by a computer program? there's no specifier as to who/what has to speak, only that it has to be spoken. so if someone had their computer read beetlejuice aloud three times (perhaps writing/reading a book?) would he be summoned?
a baby sees a beetle and some juice, combines them, and promptly repeats their new favorite word three times, is he summoned?
and etc etc etc i could talk abt this forever
(shout out to the cartoon, loved that shit when i was a kid. been over a decade since i've seen it, so who knows how it's held up, but i remember it being great)
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phantom088 · 1 year ago
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Why can I easily imagine Danny having a huge mental breakdown to the point where he drastically changes/messes with his hair.
Like in my own headcannon Danny's hair is black and white (his fringe being the white part and the back/rest of his hair being black) and like most people on this website, the back of his hair is long (like a damn mullet). And also one eye is blue the other is green.
But what if one day while Danny is just casually suffering a mental breakdown (like you do) and he just randomly decides to fuck with his hair.
So... (yes, I'm really getting into this) he like cuts the longer bit of his hair off in the back (and possibly accidentally giving himself a rats tail in the process) then just evening out the rest of the back of his hair.
For his bangs I don't really have a idea since I kinda like how his bangs style is normally... so a trim or something idk.
But here comes the "fun" part. He decides cutting his hair isn't enough, so he dyes parts of it. Color? Red (cause in most cases, the color red is painted to be Danny's favorite color).
He decides to dye like a strip of hair in his bangs, which is easy since his bangs are already white, but he also decides he wanted to dye like the bottom base of the back of his hair (what the fuck is that part of the hair called?) I guess the area that separates his hair line from his neck (where the accidental rats tail would be).
That be more difficult since that area is jet black, so Danny decides to bleach that area. Good news is the first round of bleach doesn't fry his hair, bad news is in the 25 minute time he decided to leave it in, it lifted enough to turn his hair a rustic orange.
Being the dumbass he is (in a respectful way) Danny decided to do this shit like 11:30 at night and he has a early shift at work the next morning (and also, never a good idea to bleach hair twice in a row) so he has to go to work with the bottom inch or so of his hair orange.
(I bet you weren't expecting a whole ass post with multiple of paragraphs about Danny having a mental breakdown and fucking with his hair... but here you are, surprisingly still reading... you have a bit more to go).
After work, Danny returns to futher more messing with his hair, and trying to bleach out the orange. Much good news as Danny is able to lift out the orange in his hair and not completely fry it in the second round of bleach.
Then he dyes the chosen bits red, and end of story... right? (But knowing me... gotta say... But wait, there's more!)
I throw Danny a cookie (cause I rarely do) and say his hair looks good... but, Danny knows what he did was blind impulse and semi-regrets his decision (but it is what it is, and also, he's still mentally fucked) and, since this ain't a story without Timmy, Jimmy, and SpongeBob... interaction time!
Danny: *Hops through portal into Jimmy's lab*
Jimmy: *barely looking up* Sup Danny.
Danny: Sup... what's the mission and/or reason you called us here?
Jimmy: *looks up at Danny* The Evil Sy-- what's up with the hair?
Timmy: I was about to ask the same thing.
Danny: Don't ask...
Timmy:... Wait why?
SpongeBob: *walks in, holding a pan of cookies/biscuits* Hey guys! I made cookies! Good Neptune! What happened to Danny's hair?
Danny:... Ouch... -_-
Timmy: Great way to offend Danny right of the bat lol
SpongeBob:... Wait I didn't mean it in a bad way! I just... didn't... humans can change their hair?
Jimmy: *face palm* Nope, it will kill us to do so, but since Danny is already half-dead... doesn't matter.
SpongeBob: Oh... wait really?
Jimmy: No!
SpongeBob: Ah... okay. What is with the change in hair, Danny?
Danny:... I had a impulsive thoughts the other night, that's all you need to know...
SpongeBob: *walks up to Danny*Ah, okay... *offers tray of cookies* cookie?
Danny:... Sure *takes cookie*
Timmy: Wait, you have cookies?!
Wanda: Did you not hear SpongeBob announce that as he walked into the room?
Cosmo: SpongeBob has cookies!?
And that's it, if you got it this far into the post... I congrats you for sticking to it lol. Other then that... bye.
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belmottetower · 1 year ago
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Do you think Jamie may have had a prior, more typical loan period? With Cole, you mention the possibility of multiple loans and if Jamie had a loan in the 18/19 season, his age at the time of loaning makes more sense. I tend to put his birthday in the first week of 1997, which would make him about six months older than Cole at the time of hypothetical loaning. And purely theoretical and for fun, any favourite Championship club to send him to?
This is referring to things from my earlier loan ask, so linking that here.
Interesting! There is nothing in the show to indicate that Jamie did go on an earlier loan, but also nothing to indicate he didn't (aside from the fact they never mention it.) But it's definitely a possible idea, because this is very much a real thing. Sometimes players go on several years worth of loans, one after the other to a few different clubs. And you're right, Richmond could be the last in a series of loans for Jamie that started when he was younger.
Man City currently have some of their young contracted players on loan to clubs in lower leagues, players who haven't had any appearances in the senior side. They've currently loaned to Sheffield United and Burnley (both recently promoted to the Prem with the help of City loanees playing in the starting line up,) Blackburn Rovers, Preston North End, Coventry City, Stoke City. Bolton Wanderers is a League One club they loan to. A number of the boys on loan are in the position you are talking about, where they've had two or three loans in a row. Taylor Harwood-Bellis for example has been at Blackburn Rovers, Anderlecht in Belgium, Stoke City, then Burnley this past season. Or Tommy Doyle, who has been at Hamburger SV, Cardiff City, then Sheffield United. (As discussed in the earlier post, he wasn't allowed to play against Man City when Sheffield faced them in the semi-final of the FA Cup.)
There's nothing to really imply that Jamie did bounce around on loan, it does feel like it's something they would tell us. But it absolutely is a possibility and could make for a really interesting idea in a fic. I don't know if I have a club preference for an earlier loan for Jamie but City tend to loan to Northern clubs these days and I'd probably keep Jamie in the North, within an hour of Manchester or something. I'd probably put him in a smaller, slightly more boring city or town, somewhere less huge and vibrant than Manchester. He's very urban and I would probably remove that from him for story reasons. I'd probably dig into what clubs were in what league for the 18-19 season, and who was managing what clubs or playing for them, and see if there was something interesting in "real football" that I wanted to connect Jamie to. Maybe Bolton, because they were managed by Phil Parkinson that season and I know his personality from Welcome to Wrexham. Though, they were also relegated at the end of that season, so maybe not. That doesn't look so good for Jamie's "rising star" story. 
Actually I think my answer is Derby County. They did okay in 2018-19. Mason Mount was on loan to them that season from Chelsea and he's one player Phil Dunster has said Jamie shares the playing style of, so say we get rid of Mase and send Jamie to Derby in his place. Then we have Scott Carson, who is currently the very old (for football) Man City third goalie, who never plays any games but is a massive figure in their dressing room and and in training, he keeps people very happy and high spirited, he's always talked about as being an amazing guy who everyone loves. He was Derby County's starting goalie during that season.
And the manager of Derby County that season was Frank Lampard. I don't believe he exists in Lasso-verse, I think he and John Terry both don't exist and instead are replaced by Roy and Some Other Guy that Roy famously had a Chelsea partnership with. Because we know Roy was the long term captain like Terry, that's what his homecoming moment is based on in 3.02, John Terry coming back to the Bridge when assistant managing Villa. But he was a defender whereas Lampard is the legend in Roy's position, box to box midfielder. So instead of Lampard and Terry, there was Kent and… That Guy. But that fake guy who was Roy's really good friend? He can be the manager. We would have Jamie playing under Roy's Old Mate and fishing for Roy stories, and maybe having some level of friendship develop with Scott Carson that he would carry back to City, once Jamie returns to City after Richmond.
Edit: Lampard, in real life, played his final Premier League season for Man City (14-15) so Fake Lampard may have been aware of Jamie even from that time, Jamie would have been 18 and just signed the senior pro contract. Lampard then went on to play his final season of football full stop in America, so maybe that's where Roy got that idea that he says to Ted in season one, from his old friend Fake Lampard. Lots of fun connections between Jamie, Roy and Fake Lampard!
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how long approximately does it take for submissions to be posted??
There's not really a fixed number for that. We're currently posting submissions from November 20th, so for these, the wait was about 2 months. Anything submitted now will probably get posted in about 2.5-3 months. I've noticed we're kind of perpetually at the halfway point in terms of the number of submissions we have, so I'd expect the wait time to increase slowly over time.
You can always get a vague estimate of when a poll will be posted by finding it in the submissions sheet, getting the row number, getting the row number for the last posted album, finding the difference between the two (subtraction) and dividing it by 13, and whatever number you get is roughly the number of days. This doesn't account for duplicate/triplicate submission, submissions for albums already posted, and multiple submissions for the same artist all in a row. For this last one, you can probably add a day for how many times that same artist appears before the target album in that cluster. We usually intersperse them so that you get only one a day each day until we're through it. That's all still ballpark though.
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magnetictapedatastorage · 10 months ago
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HM:AWL critical analysis. a looooong post
harvest moon a wonderful life gamecube edition has a LOT of rough edges.
everything is incredibly, painfully slow. that's not so bad on its own, you know, to take things at a less frantic pace... but it's the menuing. menuing is fucking glacial. buying something takes ages, with long animations and having to restart the whole dialogue for every purchase. the font size is huge which means it takes FOREVER to get through a block of text (this is understandable, a small CRT of the game's era would need a huge font). but every time i talk to takakura there's at least a 50% chance he's going to try explain to me the basics of cows, which is like 9 dialog boxes long. also every time you select soil it takes 3 A presses to get out of it even though you only get 2 lines of dialogue.
the game feels wildly uneven. the cow system is fantastic, it feels genuinely educational while also being engaging and profitable in the game.
the crops are dogshit, full stop. you can not make a reasonable profit. there are no multiple-harvest crops. instead, there's some insane hybridization system that i can not for the life of me understand the POINT of (and that you need to befriend takakura- the 9 dialogue boxes guy- to use). planting and taking care of crops feels genuinely punishing with very touchy controls and long animations. all for a profit of 5g. oh and here's the final nail that REALLY shows you were never meant to do it: YOU CAN NOT SHIP THEM. EVER. YOU CAN'T SHIP CROPS. or anything else for that matter, except eggs and dairy. everything else has to be sold at your own market stall as you wait for an npc to walk by and MAYBE ask to buy SOMETHING in your inventory. god help you if they ask to buy the watering can instead.
going to bed has you wake up a set number of hours later (around 6 hours), rather than a specific time of morning the next day. you may have to sleep twice in a row to get to the next morning. which is... neither bad nor good. it's just interesting. you get a pet dog that does absolutely nothing, and that you can feed for no reason. it doesn't need food. you can disable the background music on the farm by interacting with the record player, and thank god because there is no variety by season and it gets grating quickly.
it feels like the very first generation of a brand new split-off series, that died on the vine. and i guess it kind of was. no other harvest moon game has done things like that, for better and worse. there's a lot of mysteries about the game to this day, and it's much less documented than the others in the series.
the game released in 2004. there was a rerelease for ps2, that fixed some of these things in 2005. there's been a PC rerelease in 2023, and i have no idea anything about it.
the only reason i've been playing the oldest version is to use the gay patch... nami will be mine eventually lol
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[ ✉ ⤷ princess baby boy 💘 : ] guess what i've got planned for you when you get hooooomee
[ ✉ ⤷ princess baby boy 💘 : ] it starts with "d" and ends with "ate"
[ ✉ ⤷ princess baby boy 💘 : ] maybe it even includes "d" twice and "ate" three times, who's to say😌
[ ��� ⤷ princess baby boy 💘 : ] are you picking up what i'm putting down, babe?
( i'm so sorry for her strenuous insinuations here )
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He hates being an adult man with a lot of responsibilities in his life. Today of all days was going to be dragged down by a long list of chores. He grocery shopped alone in the morning because @biitchcakes had a thing with Carol; he couldn't actually know what because girls screeching at each other is not a language he speaks.
One of the other tasks he had was that finally was getting around to changing their address which today of all days the post office had to have like a hundred people, but he was deteremined. He had a few other tasks that involved government buildings and clerical whatever. Clint's in line to get to a front desk when Jessica starts texting him.
[ Contact ; Jessica D. ⸺ Note ; ❤️ My Girl ❤️ Jessie. My hero. ]
[ sent ] ⸺ dinner a puppy a kitten chocolate milk a movie a star trek dog cops rewatch reality tv night harrison ford
[ sent ] ⸺ stop me when i get it
Starts with D and ends with ate, he doesn't put that together until he types it out.
[ sent ] ⸺ D - ate?
[ sent ] ⸺ OH A DATE!
So he was kind of right about his list of random possibilies.
[ sent ] ⸺ well well thatll make all thiss bullshit worth it
TWICE? THREE TIMES? ⸺ He doesn't actually catch what she was putting down, over and over in his head he repeats it. Date? Date date? Date date date? Multiple dates at once? In a row? All night?
D - ate... D - ate... It takes him longer thaan he'd admit, but when it clicks his cheeks heat up and an image he does not, will not, and never wants to ever be shared with or experienced by anyone other than him conjures in his mind. It's A HOT image. His face heats up, he swallows, and he wants to be out of there right now.
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NEXT! NEXT! UH! SIR? YOU OKAY?
Clint fans his face and steps forward, coughing and trying to remember what he was here for. Once that business is done, he texts Jessica again to let her know that he got it and he'd very much ready to be home.
[ sent ] ⸺ OH I GOT IT BABY
[ sent ] ⸺ wowie
[ sent ] ⸺ please say i dont have anything else to do before coming home
He'd like to be home now for his date, but he'll suffer more chores if he has to.
[ sent ] ⸺ that third ate is for dessert right
[ sent ] ⸺ which
[ sent ] ⸺ you know WHO is my favorite dessert ;)
Not what, but who and who would that be other than Jessica Drew?
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imagining-in-the-margins · 1 year ago
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Rejected Requests Pt. 16
Hello everyone! I am unfortunately back with another set of Rejected Requests (Pt 1, Pt 2, Pt 3, Pt 4, Pt 5, Pt 6 , Pt 7 , Pt 8 , Pt 9 , Pt 10, Pt 11, Pt 12, Pt 13, Pt 14, Pt 15)
I understand this is very disappointing for many of you. I promise it has nothing to do with you, and mostly it’s just because my brain has decided it doesn’t want to cooperate.
I will post the rejected fics below the cut. I want to give you the opportunity to ask another Writer (check the list of Writers seeking requests here!) For some of you, I've already heard back from someone who agreed to take over your request!
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Unfortunately, I don't have a lot of experience with schizophrenia, so I wouldn't feel comfortable writing this fic. I wish you luck, though, and I hope you can find someone who can write it for you.
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As much as I love Spencer teasing a blushy Reader, I don't have any particular ideas for this.
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I'm the furthest thing from a pro athlete, so I'm afraid I wouldn't have much of a reference point for writing something like this!
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I've never been great at writing shy Readers, and it's only gotten harder as I've gotten older 😅
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I haven't been able to motivate to write a non-CM fic lately, so I'll have to pass for now! I still love me some Chip Taylor, though. I get it.
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Absolutely adorable visual. I am, however, currently wedding planning myself (surprise!) and the idea of having to deal with that stuff in my escapist fantasies is a bit too much for me right now!
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Ah, this is so fun, but it doesn't seem like something I could write very much about. I wish I could watch it as a video, though!
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With all my medical trauma, which is currently a problem in my daily life, I'm not sure I can struggle through a request. I already have a couple requests I'm still considering that are similar, so keep an eye out!
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This is such a lovely idea. I haven’t been feeling angst lately, but I know a ton of people always do. I’d love to see this classic one done!
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I’ve thought about this idea a lot since I got this request. I might eventually write it, but I don’t have any inspiration to write it down right now. It's also super general, so I could see multiple great pieces coming from it!
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This is such a cute request but I don’t have any concrete ideas for it. I hope someone has the inspiration to do it justice!
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I’m afraid to get burnt out on Hotch’s daughter fics (only a few people know this, but… I do have a potential series for a Hotchner!Reader…). This is a wonderful idea, though. Definitely funny.
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Ah, this would definitely spiral into a massive series for me, lmao. I unfortunately just don’t have that in me right now… but someone else should write it so I can read it 🤭
NSFW REQUESTS, MINORS DNI
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I'm not too big on voyeuristic/getting caught situations, so I'll leave these wonderful ideas to someone else!
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This is such a fun, niche little kink request, but I'm just not inspired enough to write something like this lately. I hope someone can do it for you, though!
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This is simply not one of my interests. I think it's too similar to those "getting caught" kind of situations for me. I know it's pretty popular, though, particularly for submissive men!
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I always struggle with as-smart-as-Spencer Readers. I wish you luck, though!
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Ah, hybristophilia... I think I'm too far away from Protege to be able to go back to those kinds of kinks. I haven't been in a Dead Dove mood for a long time. Godspeed, though, friend. I feel you.
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I got so many very specific female oral receiving requests in a row 😅 I burned myself out on the blurbs. This would have to be a much longer piece, which I'm just not sure I'm up for. Who doesn't love a flirty Reader, though?
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I’m personally not a big fan of as-smart-as-Spencer Readers. I’m also not the biggest fan of lawyer Readers because I do enough of it at my day job 😭 it sounds like a lovely idea, though! And thank you for all the kind words ❤️
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Songfics are super hard for me, unfortunately 😓 Especially if I don’t know the songs, which I don’t know either of these.
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Sorry, friend! My request guidelines say I don’t accept requests involving cheating. I hope you can find someone who can write it for you 🫶
Thank you everyone! Again, I'm so sorry I had to reject these requests. I hope you can find someone else to write them for you!
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isa-ghost · 7 months ago
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About how much time a day, or a week do you spend on writing your fic?
Cause I've been reading fics for years, but haven't started writing until relatively recently. I always knew in the back of my head that it took time to write and come up with the stories, but until recently I hadn't even begun to actually understand the time and energy it actually takes to write a fic. both short and long ones.
Now that I've started to think more about it, it would probably benefit fandom spaces a lot to more widely aknowledge the time it takes. It could probably help with the consumeconsumeconsume mindset of fancreations that I know that I've had, and that are present in a lot of fandoms, especially bigger ones
100% that last part, yeah.
See, for me it's even more complicated because not only am I squeezing writing between irl obligations like class, homework, work, family dinner, sleep, etc.
But I also have ADHD, so I'm battling my attention span and the temptations of my hyperfixations, as well as keeping up with my friends, fandom spaces, etc. I don't want to neglect any of those.
But focus is very difficult when I don't have absolutely nothing going on, which means I often need to shut everything completely out (which can take a lot of self control). I'll vanish on my friends and social media for hours, but still pause here and there to catch up on what I've missed for a short while before returning to writing because I HATE falling deep out of the loop and having a lot to catch up on is overwhelming. On top of that, how easily words are flowing and such also impacts how much or how long I write.
So I don't know if I have a simple or precise answer as to how long. But nonetheless, it's HOURS.
So far, for the 4 chapters that are published, I've sat down multiple days in a row OR every other day if I have time-consuming irl obligations, and written as much as I could before something depleted my motivation or I reached a good stopping point. Lately that's amounted to 1-5 paragraphs depending on the scene I'm at.
If it's something my plot plan has left more open-ended, it can take hours for me to work out how exactly I want to get to the next plot point. The Ch 3 Pissa date and stretching out the Ch 4 Eggza day was MISERABLE /lh because it was super open-ended since I wanted to give myself room to improvise, I don't like rigidly over-planning things bc a lot of the fun in writing is filling blanks between points. I get some AWESOME ideas in the moment thar aren't initially planned in my plot. For example, the foreshadowing I included in the Ch 2 nightmare where he hears Missa scream? If you check my post of my plan after I published the chapter, I pulled that out of my ass. It was originally just supposed to be a nightmare where he could hear Fit, Etoiles & Missa yelling to each other. I never planned for him to hear what's implied to be Missa injured.
But even though improvising is important (and required at some points of AMFMN), it's kinda hard to sit down and think of what to do with those parts when your hyperfixation streamer streams 3 days a week and on the days he doesn't, you have class + other things to do + other streams you refuse to miss + friends + etc etc etc and therefore you don't have a perfect distraction-free time to just go ham.
It takes a lot of self-discipline and control to not engage with stuff so I can focus on writing. And even still, depending on how cooperative my brain is that day, that can still be hours of writing.
Generally I try to chip away at least 3 paragraphs or get from one plot point to the next per day until the chapter is finished.
So TLDR; I spend hours a day, which totals to even more hours a week, working on a chapter.
It's equal parts because I get in the zone with writing and smash out a huge amount of the plot points planned for the chapter, OR I'm struggling with flow/attention span/a bunch of other things.
Due to my schedule, Tuesdays, Saturdays and Sundays are usually the best days for me to write. But even still, I have class Tuesday until close to noon, possibly other streams (curse you Sneeg and Fit /lh), work every other Saturday, family daily routine things like dinner, and the occasional plans with irl friends.
So uh. I do be battling the horrors sometimes to get chapters out. But now that Phil is finally possessed, I have a feeling I'll be breezing through things easier. I know a lot of what's happening next and I'm a whore for the drama. :3c
You have NO IDEA how much watching people scream and lose their minds over crumbs and currently published chapters motivates me. I'm so fucking excited for late game fic. Like Chapter 9 onwards. Ohohohough
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deva-arts · 1 year ago
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Whoa.
We've posted a loooooot of oc stuff on this blog.
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Perhaps too much.
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So, I'm curious!
OC Summaries under cut because comics take a long time to work on okay they arrive when they arrive
(This will look funky on mobile lol)
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Vincent: Flying lab rat roach man that crawled out of the said lab and made it everyone's problem. He is incredibly competitive and does chaotic reckless shenanigans every two business days.  He doesn't need to think about the past if he's always doing something, right? Thinks he's the god of muscles and being cool.
Likes playing Roblox. Hates being one-upped.
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Seraphina: Strict and militant bird lady that leads the group of tragically unserious variant misfits. She invented emotional repression and hides her feelings in her muscles and hundreds of backup plans. Her life is a series of tragic events and she's waiting for the other shoe to drop because she picked a losing fight with a Demigod.
Likes donuts (sometimes). Hates people.
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Sonia: Normalpants fashionista sorority queen whose world gets turned upside down after receiving strong variant powers... That she doesn't know how to use. Doesn't care to learn either, the world is hard and cold and she's so soft :< (Skincare routine in Bio Babes <333) She's also scared of sparring with Sera. Empathetic and fun, but cries when flicked too hard.
Likes Vincent Dressing up. Hates being told what to do.
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Nathaniel: Ex-Government spy who can shapeshift and bend minds. After a healthy bout of crippling guilt, he works as a doctor and uses his "true" face nowadays. He tries to be genuine to himself and has the de-stressing hobbies of a 60-year-old man in a ski lodge. Often hears thoughts he has no business hearing. Non-judgemental but wildly, painfully aware. Pokes his eyes a lot.
Likes Crochet. Hates irresponsible actions.
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Amon: Croccy boi. Croccy man. Took down a mafia branch and ate his father's killer. Besties for-esties with Vincent. Does crazy stunts and takes multiple jobs by night while parenting by day. He's always thinking about making a better life for his family. Will eat the entire Thanksgiving turkey. Will not stick around to hear the commotion afterwards. Really needs to brush his hair.
Likes money. Hates authority figures.
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Nightmare: Evil Barney grape man. Used to feel bad about making people spill coffee on their bosses three times in a row. Now everything is grey and soulless, which helps bend the ole moral page. He does anything to get what he wants, and his goals are unknown. He has a cruel sense of humor and was probably the kid that paid you to lick a toilet seat. Pokes his eyes all the time.
Likes being nosy. Hates things going off his course.
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tunedtostatic · 1 year ago
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For my work for @critter-genfic-events Day 5 Prompt: Hurt/Comfort (also belated) I'm doing what the kids call "borderline cheating" and writing a director's commentary for a prompt-related scene in an existing fic. It's one I technically could have reserved for Gen Week if it fit the prompts a little better and I didn't have the delayed gratification of a gnat - it's about Eadwulf and Yasha running around the Marrow Valley together post-canon.
Dust is a bigger problem than mud in the summer, and experienced travelers wear kerchiefs against billowing dust and the scorching of the sun. The brown fields of spring turn to rows of sun-soaked green leaves, and Wulf and Yasha take more often to the shade of the forests, running along narrow paths and stopping to dangle their legs in the brooks. The enchanted waterskin Astrid gave Wulf for his birthday the second year after Ikithon sees more use than ever in high summer, especially the fourth summer after Ikithon, when the dirt road cracks in the heat and Yasha and Wulf spend the hottest days answering every traveler's hail and asking if they have enough water summarily.
👟 I dicked around and tried a couple experimental things when I was writing the fic, and I was just telling a friend I'm not sure how well they Worked (or, to get away from a success/failure model, to what degree they did or didn't have the effects I wanted them to have) and I might just have to come back to this fic later to take another look at it and decide then. One of the things was using some long paragraphs and the other was having no section breaks in a fic with multiple scenes over multiple years. The fic starts with several long paragraphs, and this is the last of those before the the first dialogue scene starts.
It's on one of the early days of the fourth summer, when they're danging their feet in their favorite brook, that Yasha says, "Kai is asking more about our adventures. You know, the time of the Mighty Nein. Veth has told Luc all kinds of stories and Luc has been passing them on to him." It might be the greatest number of consecutive words either of them have spoken on their runs in well over a calendar year, not counting emergencies on the Zadash road. Wulf says, "I'm sure there's lots of stories to be told."
👟 One of the reasons I did the long paragraphs at the beginning is because I wanted the reading experience to echo the experience of a lot of running before the talking. Prior to this the reader doesn't technically know Wulf and Yasha don't talk much on their runs, though, and I wanted to make that explicit at the beginning of this scene.
"Yes." Yasha swirls her feet under the surface of the water. "One time, Veth shot Beau in the ass with the one bullet in her gun. On purpose. There was a tree. They were competing to climb it." "Haven't heard that story yet." It isn't a surprising story to hear, though.
👟 Wulf has been exposed to the Mighty Nein enough to be unfazed by the story itself. He's coming up with bland, neutral responses to keep his half of the conversation going; he's an observant dude and he knows that if Yasha is using the greatest number of consecutive words either of them have spoken on their runs in well over a calendar year to start a conversation about Beau and their kid, it probably isn't because she just felt like making conversation.
Yasha nods. "She shot Caleb in a library, too. In Uthodurn. It was one of their scams; crossbow bolt to a book. They'd done it before, but she actually hit him that time, they said." Wulf glances at her.
👟 The reveal, or at least the beginning of the reveal. Out of context, the "they said" isn't particularly telling, and I feel like I at least wouldn't realize what was up just from this, which is why I have Wulf pick up on it immediately - to show that he's observant, that he's accustomed to conversations with a lot of inference from his time as a scourger, and that he knows Yasha well.
"I wasn't there. It was when I was with Obann. They all got kicked out of the library, they said." Wulf nods. "I've never been to Uthodurn. But I guess most libraries in most cities wouldn't take a liking to patrons shooting each other with crossbows."
👟 Wulf is still going with neutral responses - this is basically a longer version of "mmhm." Yasha is working out how to put a complicated point into finite verbal words, and this is Wulf's way of giving her time to do that. She's also, to borrow a Tumblr favorite Siken quote, doing a little bit of "I want to tell you this story without having to be in it," and Wulf is also recognizing that and replying to the extraneous library details instead of diving straight for the Obann part as a way to give her space as well as time.
"No." Yasha splashes her feet halfheartedly. "Beau will have to tell that story, since I wasn't there for it. That day was the first time she used her surname, they said. I wasn't there for that either." Wulf nods.
👟 With "Beau will have to tell that story," Yasha is working her way further into articulating a point that can't be summed up in a straightforward way.
"Beau is so clever. I mean, you know that she is. She's so clever and so strong, but she's had to be clever and strong so many times already. Why does she have to help tell Kai where his mumma was when his mama and the others were getting kicked out of the Uthodurn library for a crossbow scam?" Wulf thinks about Beauregard, and Beauregard with Yasha. "I don't think it's so great a burden. Like you said, she's very strong."
👟 Wulf is being a little platitudey here, but he's correctly parsed that the fear that has come up for Yasha in the fourth year after Obann and second year of being a parent is essentially about burdens and being burdened and the ways in which her past might make her a burden in the present. Wulf's response is the "incorrect" way to reply by many standards, in that the "correct" response would probably be to echo Yasha's words instead of immediately offering a rejoinder, and I'm actually curious if some readers will find this line more annoying or dismissive than I do. But Wulf's read of the situation is that Yasha is talking to him about this because she wants a response from him, so, now that she's gotten to her point, he doesn't hesitate to think through her question and formulate a response.
Yasha splashes dubiously. "Like you are strong." "I suppose." Yasha hands Wulf back the enchanted waterskin and pushes her way up off a tree root, and he follows, tucking the waterskin into his belt again as they leave the stream. It feels a little odd, even after all this time he's had the enchanted waterskin, to be at a stream and not have to worry about taking water with them.
👟 Another line in the category of "sounds like a platitude but it's better to make sure you say it at some point than assume it 'goes without saying.'" So far it's established that Wulf and Yasha haven't talked much period. Wulf is a tough guy, and their shared activity is stoically doing a physically taxing activity together! "I'm not going to judge you and think you're weak because of your past" is worth him saying explicitly. There's also a bit of "do unto others as you would have them do unto you" here since the rest of the fic also digs into Wulf's personal worries about being weak himself.
Yasha is a little more opaque here since she's not the POV character, but she ends the conversation here and stands up because she's basically on the same wavelength as Wulf; she had something painful to try to express to him, she succeeded in expressing it in a way that he understood, and he replied. Since she's not prone to wizard hubris or any other kind of hubris, she knows she isn't about to figure out the entire situation today, and talking about it isn't pleasant, so she's ready for the conversation to be done now that Wulf has replied. She's dubious about Wulf's basic points (your past is not too much of a burden for Beau to handle; you're not weak because of what happened to you), but in a "yeah those are the things it would be NICE to believe" kind of way; the fact that Wulf would say those things and mean it is comforting.
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