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‧˚꒰🍷꒱༘‧— ECHOES OF A LOST LOVE

synopsis: the bond you shared with Draco was unbreakable, a love that grew deeper than anything to the point where nothing could ever sever it. but what would happen to you and your relationship once Draco was compelled to follow his family’s dark path?

♰ pairings. draco malfoy x gn!reader

♰ genre. fluff to angst

♰ warnings. major character death, a little ooc...(i think!) pet names included (love, doll, dear)

♰ word count. 2k

♰ a/n. this was set during the deathly hallows aka during their sixth year at Hogwarts. reader is from a diff house. inspired by the famous "congratulations, my love!" to "please, my love..." lines from rioagatha. enjoy reading and lmk your thoughts!

The world around you seemed to fade, the cheers and shouts dimming as your gaze fixed solely on him. He had done it—he had caught the snitch that secured Slytherin's victory. As you watched him celebrate with his teammates, your heart swelled with an overwhelming sense of love and pride. You knew how hard he had worked for this, all the late nights spent on the pitch was worth it. His eyes swept the crowd, searching, until he found you.

He grabbed his broom and made his way toward you in the stands.

"Did you see me, love? I finally did it! We won!" he exclaimed, his voice full of excitement.

You chuckled softly as a smile tugged at your lips. "Congratulations, my love! You were incredible up there."

Your heart swelled as you gazed at him, full of love so fierce, and so overwhelming. As he closed the distance between you, pulling you into a kiss filled with fervor, the cheers of the crowd grew louder around you two—but you didn’t care about them, because in that moment, all that mattered was him and you. And it was then when you realized that loving him would be your kryptonite.

You carefully tucked the polaroid photo from that day into the pocket of your robe. It was a memory from your fifth year—one you would never forget.

As you stepped off the train, he kissed your forehead as you both bid each other goodbye. He then started fumbling through his coat pocket and pulled out a small box. Looking up at him in confusion, you asked him softly, "What's that, my dear?"

He opened the box with a smile, revealing a ring adorned with small (fav color) gems surrounding a larger green one, the colors that had come to represent both of you. With a gentle smile, he took your hand and said, "It’s a promise ring. This will do for now, until I can give you a proper engagement ring—one far better than this. But this, for now, is a symbol of my love and commitment to you. Trust me, once we graduate, I’ll marry you. I swear my own life on it."

He slid the ring onto your finger and kissed it gently, his eyes filled with unwavering sincerity. “I love you, Y/N and very much so to the point that my heart is so full of you I can hardly call it my own.” 

Your eyes welled up with tears threatening to fall. Godric, you really did love this man. “And I love you, so much, my dear. I’ll be holding onto that promise of yours, Malfoy.” 

A soft laugh escaped both of you, the bond between you unspoken but so deeply understood.

If you had known that that would be the last happy memory you two would share, you would’ve stayed there a little longer. Because when you returned to Hogwarts for your sixth year, everything had shifted. 

You sat beside him the entire train ride back, like always, but something was different. His responses were distant, his touch absent, and the love that once radiated from his eyes were gone. Something had definitely happened over the summer, you thought, but whenever you asked him, he merely brushed you off and went back to staring at the view from outside the train. And in the days that followed, the distance between you two only grew.

The spark, joy, and love you both had shared seemed to have fade into nothingness. He doesn’t talk to you anymore, much less acknowledge you. He doesn’t send you letters during class. He doesn’t hold your hand under the table of the Great Hall during breakfast or dinner. He doesn’t hold your waist when he escorts you to your common room. And he doesn’t kiss you when bidding you goodbye anymore. He had become a shell of the man you used to love—the man that loved you so greatly. And so you had accepted the painful truth: that he was no longer the same, he was no longer the Draco you once knew and loved. It broke you, greatly, but there was nothing else left for you to do.

After Dumbledore's death, it was as if Hogwarts died along with him. The school that once radiated life and warmth now felt broken and changed into something darker and more ominous than ever before. You learned along the way that Draco had become a Deatheater, a sharp pain lodged in your chest. You knew this was bound to happen, considering the family he grew up in—but you still trusted him. Believed his promise that he won’t follow his father’s footsteps; but promises are always meant to be broken.

And then it came, the war that you so longingly dreaded. Everyone fought desperately for their lives, and the Hogwarts you had once cherished was now a shadow of its former self.

You and Harry were racing through the halls, searching for the Room of Requirement while Hermione and Ron worked to destroy the other horcruxes. Suddenly, a wall in front of you began to shift and change. "Harry, over here!" you called out, but he kept running ahead, unaware. “POTTER!” he flinched at your voice and made his way towards you. “The Room of Requirement..." he murmured as the door fully materialized. "Come on." he said, grabbing your arm and pulling you inside. You both immediately began searching for the diadem. 

After a few minutes of searching, you asked, "Is it in a box or something?" 

"I dunno, okay?" he replied quickly, his voice tinged with urgency. 

"Just keep looking." He said, his attention fully on the search as well.

You heard soft footsteps approaching, causing you to pause and look around. When your eyes met his, you were frozen in place. There he was, the man you loved. The man who held you close to him whenever you had a bad day, the man who whispered “i love you” when he thinks you’re asleep (you aren’t), the man who promised that he won’t be anything like his father, the man who still holds your heart in his hands no matter how bruised and broken it already was, the man you still love. He stood there with Blaise and Goyle, all of them pointing their wands at you and Harry, yet his eyes never left yours. 

Oh, how he missed you.

“Well, well. What brings you here, Potter?” Draco asked smugly as his attention shifted to Harry.

Harry stepped in front of you, instinctively protecting you. “I could ask you the same.” he shot back. Draco’s gaze drifting between you and Harry before he spoke again. “You have something of mine. I’d like it back.” he demanded. You looked at Harry, confused. “What’s he talking about?” you whispered softly.

Your voice. Oh how he missed your soft voice. The voice that would softly wake him whenever he’s having a nightmare, the voice that would scold him for being too reckless, the voice that would softly whisper ‘i love you’ before drifting off to sleep, the voice he craved to hear say his name once more.

“I took his wand from him that night at the Malfoy manor.” Harry answers you. “You knew it was me didn’t you? But you didn’t say anything.” he continues as he turns to Draco.

“Come on, Draco. Don’t be a prat, do them both.” Goyle whispers to Draco, he hesitates—his eyes wavering as they finally settled at you. No. He could never. He would rather kill himself than you. Anyone but you.

You look at Harry who slowly picks up his wand from his back pocket. “Harry. Don’t.” you warn him nervously. “Don’t worry.” he assures you. “Expelliarmus!” the spell being thrown at Goyle, and then all hell breaks loose. Blaise and Goyle quickly retaliated with curses aimed at Harry. 

“Oh fuck it.” you think before grabbing your wand as well. “Fiendfyre!” you cast the spell at Goyle to which he dodges swiftly. 

“Crucio!” 

You fall, pain coursing through your whole body. Draco’s eyes widen with fear and Harry looks at you for a brief moment before running after Blaise and Goyle. In that moment, Draco felt as though his whole world came crashing down. Without hesitation, he rushed over to you—his love, his heart, and soul.

"Hey… hey…" he whispered urgently, his cold hands trembling as they gently cupped your face. His voice filled with panic and desperation, and his eyes welling with tears before they fell softly on your face. You looked up at him and tried your hardest to smile through the pain. 

“Hi, my love.” He sobs at that, despite all the pain you’re feeling right now, you still managed to give him the sweetest smile ever.

"J-just wait a bit, my dear, okay? I’ll—I'll figure out a way to help you. Just wait, for me hmm?" His voice cracked as he pleaded, his tears falling freely. You shook your head lightly.

“Y–you finally looked…at..me…missed you so much Dray…” his heart breaks at that. How could he have been so stupid? How could he treat you like shit just because of what happened? You didn’t deserve him—didn’t deserve to be treated like that.

“I know, my love. I missed you so damn much too. I never meant to hurt you. I just wanted to protect you from all of this—I thou– I thought I was protecting you but instead I hurt you. I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry for being such a dickhead to you.” he admitted, his voice full of regret. All he wanted was to keep your bright soul safe from the darkness that swallowed him whole and the guilt gnawed at him knowing he was the one who caused you so much pain.

“Y–yeah…you were so mean Dray…so so mean. But it’s o–okay.. I forgive you now..” you whispered, your voice growing faint as the strength to stay awake slowly slipped from you.

With the last of your strength, you reached into your coat pocket and pulled out the polaroid, your hands trembling as you handed it to him. "Do you remember that day, love?" you whispered, your voice weak. "You were so happy, so proud of yourself... I was so proud of you then, still am." you said softly, offering him a weak smile. 

"’Course I remember," he replied, voice thick with emotion. "You were the only one who mattered at that moment. You almost knocked me off my broom that day, you know?" He tried to joke, a futile attempt to ease the tension, to make you feel better.

You could slowly feel the edges of your consciousness slipping. The pain was overwhelming, but what hurt more than anything was the thought of leaving him—of leaving him alone.

"I... I can't anymore... it hurts so much, Dray," you whispered, tears filling your eyes as you spoke.

“No! no don’t say that, don’t say shit like that doll please…” he pleaded, his hand trembling as it gently caressed your face, just the way you liked.

"I'm so sorry... love..." you murmured, feeling your strength slip away with each passing second. You reached up and held his face for one last time. 

"I... I love you, 'kay?" He gripped your hand tightly, shaking his head in frantic denial.

“N–no. No don’t do this to me Y/N…Please, my love…please.” his voice breaking as he called your name over and over.

So this was what it was like to be on the brink of death. It wasn’t as bad as you thought it’d be. Because at least you got to be with him one last time. Loving him really was your kryptonite.

Then, your eyes closed, and your hand went limp in his. It was then that Draco's tears broke free, falling uncontrollably as he clutched your lifeless body to his. He shook his head in disbelief, as if trying to deny the crushing reality that you were truly gone. He hopes that this is was all just a dream, a sick cruel dream that he’d wake up from, and you’d be there, alive and smiling brightly at him. But as he felt your hands grow cold—the painful truth sank in. You were gone, and now he was all alone—utterly and completely alone—left with only the remnants of his broken heart and a small velvet box with a ring inside, tucked away safely in his coat pocket. The ring you told him you wanted if you were to get married, the ring he bought the summer of your fifth year, the ring he was planning to give you after the war had ended, the ring he was wasn’t able to give you.

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[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

no please bc just once I wanna make hobie nervous flustered.. like why can’t he can’t be intimated by me why I always gotta be intimidated by him 🙄🙄

TRULLLYY The opportunities are endless!! Let's talk about it!!!!!!!!!!!

Hobie Brown Loves Feminists and Defying the Patriarchy aka Hobie Brown and Writing write Non-Conventional Romantic Relationships in 'x-readers'

[this is an analysis where I analyze Hobie Brown, non-conventional relationships, and how feminism factors in to it all. Basically a critique/dive/rant into the narrow 'x-reader culture' in the Hobie Fandom

I touch on issues in Smut, labels, and how we can write 'Y/N's that challenge that status quo and fit Hobie better. I also break down how I personally use feminist themes to write a non-conventional relationship for Hobie.] [Also there's now a PART 2 HERE]

Despite the man from the 1970's - the era of bra-burning second-wave feminism - I don't ever think I've seen anyone talk about it, him, and how it influences him.

We all know Hobie isn't down with labels, but it seems like in X-Fem!Reader, the only two options out there are play-boy guitarist and traditional out-of-the-box boyfriend.

Hobie. The man he follows no social quo. Don't expect flowers from him.

Hobie diverges from the norm in nearly every way, and he does it purposefully and intentionally. And I think that'd extend to his romantic relationships too.

So why do we only see him in heteronormative, traditional gender-role based relationships?

Would Hobie be into this? And does the way we write him and his relationships in x-writers serve Hobie emotionally, allowing him to be a full character? (No, they don't.)

How can begin to acknowledge that, just like Hobie cares about race, and class, and housing and queer rights - he'd care about feminism too.

And how would that influence him in romance? How can we start writing healthier x-reader's?

We have enough insecure, blushing 'Y/N's being woo'd by [insert tumblr sexy man]'. Hobie can have so much more - in the words of Beyonce "Where the ladies up in here who like to talk back?!"

Hobie Brown, Romance, and Gender Roles

Why can I be the one calling him 'love', and 'darling', and 'sweetheart'?

Where's the fic where I'm the one comforting and taking care of him when he's sick/down?

Why can't Hobie be the one asked to be held?

There's something lacking here!!!!!!!

I honestly think Hobie would be into it, and find it very attractive - having a feminine partner who defies gender roles in their relationship purposefully and proudly.

Hobie loves subverting expectations and challenging society. So, and seeing many people unthinkingly assume he'd have a completely normal, routine heterosexual relationship without question -- uhhh I don't like that!!!

Like, Hobie is very clearly attractive. He's like 6'5", a guitarist, and punk. Let's be real, people of any gender are gonna be flirting with him, whether he's into it or not. He without a doubt gets flirted at all the time.

I think he'd love someone who cuts the bullshit and is like "You're really cute. I've got the biggest crush on you."

Not in a pushy way, but a relaxed way.

But I hardly ever see the x-reader advances being initiated by the reader. Why? It can be really nice to take the confidence to ask someone out and they say yes.

In fact, a lot of x-readers are written demure, passive, and down-right unhealthy in their ability to defend themselves and stand alone. So many are based off the x reader needing Hobie for some reason, whether it be confidence, or protection, or for him to teach them something.

Never Hobie needing the reader for something. Never Hobie being the one to express emotion and need comfort.

Which is funny, because Hobie can show emotions like anger, which he does in the comics. That's NEVER brought up in fics. In no fic do we have the reader witness Hobie hitting someone with a guitar or kicking them in the face. Which Hobie does do.

No, that's too violent for the romanticized fandom of Hobie. He has to be the good boyfriend to the shy girlfriend.

And I feel like there's a reason many of these x-readers are written this way - is heteronormativity and a dash of misogyny-flavored sexism involved??? maybe.

Especially with x fem readers, feminine people are always expected to be passive and submissive. Women in the real world are expected to mute their advances and 'be coy' for the sake of sexist 'respectability'.

We're taught that 'giving them the eyes' is (somehow??) an 'advance'. Or that you have to wait to be asked out or else you're 'too forward'.

[Insert Barbie Movie Monologue here]

Personally, I think Hobie would be SO refreshed by a girl who comes up to him and is like "Hey, are you busy on Friday? Do you wanna meet me then? I wanna go on a date with you."

Because, realistically 95% of the people in the Hobie fandom - including me - would probably be too nervous to even speak a sentence to Hobie.

So for someone to approach him directly, state their intentions, and be so open to potential rejection, that's impressive - I think he'd LOVE that shit!!!

I think it's a nice juxtaposition to have him with someone who diverges from the 'demure ideal of a girlfriend'.

A girl who walks around like Jessica Drew. Walks in the room like "My man is SEXY AF and he about to walk in so LOOK. BE JEALOUS."

I imagine so many people around him try to act like they DON'T like Hobie when they clearly do - and he can tell. So to have someone who isn't hiding it is a kind of candidness that differs from it all.

So often are women forced into the passive role of waiting to be 'chosen'. Fuck that, you want him, go get him.

Hobie, Romance, and Labels

I also think Hobie would REALLY like a partner who knows what they want.

I always see people be like 'Hobie doesn't like labels!! He wants to keep it casual!' or 'Nooo he was kidding about the labels thing - he'd love a committe-'

WHO SAYS HE'D BE THE ONE DEFINING THE SITUATION????????? WHO SAID HE GETS THE LAST SAY???!!!!!

I feel like Hobie would go fucking NUTS for a girl who is straight up like "yeah I'm just trying to fuck. Are you okay with that?" or "I like what we've got going on. I'm not looking for anything serious, but let's keep going."

Or a partner that is very clear about their labels. A person who's like "I like you but if you're not trying to be exclusive I'm gonna get a move on." Because he's not gonna have you out here looking DUMB, people better know you're in the mfing picture.

That's some grown ass shit! It shows she knows what she wants and that she's not wavering on it, even for him. He's with it. I don't think Hobie would be down to be like "I'm ur boyfriend now" OR "I'm ONLY down for fucking lol srry'.

She gets a say too. And she should be clear on what she wants.

If she's the one to take the initiative and name the game - that's great for him. He's down for whatever, what is it that YOU wanna do??

Hobie, Romance, and Intimacy (like for the grown folks 18+) __________________________________

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In a LOT of fic and especially SMUT, it's always Hobie making the advances, or at least initiating them. In society, women are taught that's how is, that being sexually 'aggressive' and proactive - not just SUGGESTIVE - is inappropriate.

Wait till Hobie slaps your ass, then the smut could start. Wait till Hobie kisses you, then there's romance.

Nah, I'm the one smacking his ass. I'm the one pulling his belt loop saying Come 'ere. What if I'm the one who wants to pull him down for a first kiss, huh??? I gotta wait??

Even in dialogue-

In a lot of fics Hobie can talk as raunchy as ever, but the woman can't say 'pussy'? Hobie can say three sentences straight about how my coochie feel but the reader only gets to moan submissive requests back??

Can the dirty talk be two-sided? Because women should be allowed to be vocal in their pleasure.

Hobie can tell you he wants you to suck his dick, but when's the reader gonna say "Come eat this pussy like you mean it." HM??????

In fics the reader can only be suggestive - in order to bait him into initiating, like sending him a suggestive picture or throwing a bra on stage. But it's hardly ever the other way around. With the reader being the one to say 'Enough of the teasing, we fucking NEOW.'

Because in our society, a guy slipping a girl's shirt off to get the scene going is hot. But a woman going for a guys belt before he begins to undress her - nooo, that's too forward.

Maybe Hobie wants to feel like the sexy, desired, sought after one.

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Hobie, Romance and Feminism

Let it be known: Hobie loves people who are socially educated!!!!

If you can look at him and explain what anarchism actually is - like in a politcal theory sense - I think he'd be impressed, because you're seeing through the 'pseudo-rockstar' persona he puts on.

Most if not all of his actions are choice are driven by political action, so having a partner educated in things like anarchy or communism just makes sense with him. Hobie cares about stuff like that, and actually goes out of his way to study and live in line with those ideals.

That includes feminism!!!

I think Hobie would love a girlfriend who is invested in feminism, cares about it, and thinks about it in her decision making.

A woman that is educated about her oppression and how to combat it, and purposefully goes against the strict stereotype labeled on women - especially feminine women - as an act of protest.

A girl who can and will defend herself, go off on, or put a sexist pig in their place. You can't tell me he wouldn't be into that.

Social movements of the oppressed are super important to Hobie, and I think feminism is the same, but I never see it mentioned.

I definitely think that Hobie would have a clear understanding of his privilege as a man and how that effects relationships.

I can see him being like "I'd never propose." Not because he hates labels, but because he acknowledges that for centuries marriage was used as a financial and social transaction to oppress and control women and their bodies, and he doesn't want to be involved in that.

Hit him with that "Same - the gold and diamond rings are trash anyway. Both materials being mined and pillaged in African nations for centuries at the expense of the indigenous populations really puts me off it."

He'd wanna somehow find a way to marry you without marrying you you know what i mean

Hobie loves feminism and feminists. Give him a 70's bra-burning feminism so help me god. He was alive for Roe v. Wade passing (1973), he KNOWS about feminism and probably knows many outspoken feminists.

Hobie, Romance and Individuality

You know what I don't like?

Headcanons or fics that be like "You and Hobie NEVER disagree or argue. Never ever, you always talk it out."

Like...Bullshit. I'm sorry but I don't think it's very realistic.

Hobie is a very opinionated too. He's very outspoken and when it comes to topics, and he usually knows exactly where he stands. I think, without a doubt he'd care what his partner thinks too.

Asking them about a record that's playing, or what they think of a movie they saw in the past, or a new political issue going on. He'd absolutely ask, because he cares. He's interested.

If if ya'll are never disagreeing that means:

Either you agree with his opinion all the time without fail or exception OR

You're biting your tongue around him

I don't think one is very realistic in terms of things. You can't like every song your boyfriend likes. You can't like every movie he shows you, or agree on EVERY political issue. That's not how people are.

And for two - if you're biting your tongue around him, he'll notice.

Yes, Hobie is a very emotionally intelligent person and extremely compassionate. But he's also very strong in his morals, thoughts, and beliefs. He doesn't budge.

If you're biting your tongue, I'd imagine he'd be like "You wanna say something." or "Whatever you're thinking just say it." cause he can see it in your face.

He's not trying to put you on the spot, he just wants to know what you're thinking.

When you explain what you're thinking, he's probably gonna wanna hear why, and respond, etc etc.

Hobie is a very individualistic person, and I think he'd be drawn to someone who is as well. Someone who is solid in their opinions and personhood enough to express them.

It leads to interesting conversation and knowing each other deeper -It's a form of intimacy.

If you watch a film with him and don't like it, he's gonna ask why. Did you not like the theme? Was the dialogue bad? What part did you think sucked the most, he thought x, y, z. What do you think about the part he disliked, did you notice a,b,c?

I feel like Hobie would want to know his partner deeply, and he'd care and love the things that make them different from each other.

Including differing opinions.

Discussions and debates aren't bad. Discussing something and getting heated defending your point can be really fun and stimulating, if it's with someone you care about and the two parties are mature and not assholes.

Tell him why you think he's wrong about something - he wants an excuse to talk more about his opinion. INTELLECTUALLY CHALLENGE HIM DONT JUST AGREE.

Along with being very individualistic, Hobie is very independent. He refused to rely on the Society for their watches - he made his own. So I think the next important thing to him is:

Hobie, Romance and Independence

I like the idea of Hobie having a partner that has their own place and is committed to that, and their space.

Or a partner that emotionally supports him!!

95% of the time, he's the one asking what's wrong, or holding reader, or comforting them.

Can we get hectic bf and organized girlfriend energy?? A gf where he says plans during missions and she's like "What are you thinking? You're gonna get us killed."

A gf that soothes HIM when he gets angry - cause comic Hobie GETS angry, especially after a fight.

Give me ONE, ONE fic where he's drunk coming from a pub and READER has to deal with drunk Hobie and put him to bed.

Hobie is ALWAYS expected to take care of himself, and the people around him. He takes pride in this and he's good at it. But why should he have to do it all the time?

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In general,

Hobie is a confident person. He knows what he wants, and how to handle himself, and how to approach people and get respect just by being himself. He's assured, and outspoken, and VERY independent. He does what he wants, when he wants and lets you know when it happens

I think pairing him with a confident, assured, outspoked, independent person is only natural. I think him having a relationship with a personality like his would be a ROCK SOLID one.

There's be no fics like 'Groupies were bullying you' because his she would be like "Sis, if I swing on you he isn't gonna hold me back so be careful."

I want a reader that when they do that trope of 'A girl was flirting in front of him making you insecure and uncomfortable' - The reader squashes it right there. Like "Girl, I know you see me standing here. You know we're together. Cut the cute shit!!"

I'm tired of fics taking me for an insecure, submissive, demure, sexually innocent, wimp of a babydoll girlfriend that needs to be babied at every turn. There's nothing wrong with being shy and demure, but when it's all you're offering it's not gonna cut it.

Especially not for Hobie Brown.

Let the tall, dark, actively oppressed black man be the one to vent, or be held, or romanced, and spoken sweetly too. There's so many comfort fics, but not many of them consider Hobie's own trauma - and how a relationship could include that.

Hobie Brown deserves more.

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If you wanna know how I use this to write a non-conventional relationship for Hobie, that's below this break.

Okay so I'mma leave it here but if you read this far, thank you!!!! I be SO pissed when fics be talking me (Y/N) as a punk (in the wimpy sense not the Hobie sense). Like...nah I wouldve said something in a lot of situations. Irk my last nerve. Like the one where the girl PINCHES you??? Like?? Nah I we would've been fighting, I'm sorry this is unrealistic

Alsooo the section below is about my Spidersona Disco-Spider and how I encorporated all of this into her creation- because I wanted to write a sona who subtly defied gender roles while still being feminine. So if you wanna read there thank you so much, and if not, thanks for reading this far! He's a pic of Hobie in thanks!

[If you wanna check out Part 2 for direct examples, how to write NCRs, and a more in depth look into Disco and Hobie - check it out here]

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DiscoSpider Diane and The Great Groupie Act [How I use all of this to a write a feminist Spidersona and a non-conventional relationship]

Diane is a HUGE Hobie Groupie - and that's kinda of her main thing.

She runs the Hobie Brown Fanclub on campus, attends all his shows, and wears his guitar pick. She's into him and she's not afraid to show it.

I wanted to write Diane as a purposeful groupie, one who is fine with the title, and even leans into it. Because a lot of the time - and in a lot of fics including guitarists - 'groupie' is seen as a negative thing.

Like K-pop stans, being a 'groupie' - and openly expressing your romantic interest in a hot guy is seen as desperation.

But I wanted to write her as one in spite of this. To swap 'desperation' for unwavering boldness. A girl with the motto 'Closed mouths don't get fed'.

And much like Hobie uses the 'typical punk' label to disarm others, I wanted Diane to mirror that - in the opposite direction.

Diane is a self-proclaimed groupie. And because of that, many (mainly misogynists) assume that she can't think for herself - or at all. And Diane can use that to her advantage.

If Miguel and Jess really believe she only cares about conversations involving Hobie, then they'll talk like she isn't there. And she can listen. If it looks like she's hanging all over him, no one realizes if she's slipping him information.

And it also helps in their relationship.

They both enjoy their privacy.

HQ prohibits relationships between Spidey-people. It's an anomaly waiting to happen - and they make sure to keep a close eye out for it. Plus with Jess breathing down her neck, it's much easier for Diane and Hobie to just keep it underwraps.

In comes the Groupie persona.

No one actually expects the groupie to get the guy. She's desperate, and he's the player guitarist. Plus, if they were dating she couldn't be a 'groupie' right? They wouldn't make sense, would it?

They let people make their own assumptions. By calling herself a groupie, suddenly people think there's no possible way there's something going on, and they don't look closer.

This also allows them the freedom of no labels. Are they boyfriend and girlfriend? Nah she's his groupie. Quit asking questions.

All of this allows me to write Disco in a way that connects back to everything in this post.

By calling herself a 'Groupie' suddenly Diane can subvert expectations of affection, avoid the pressures of labels, and control her image and the amount of information she lets on to people

That in turn helps me write their relationship in a nonconventional way - a way that challenges misogyny around affection and reclaims a sexist fan trope for something more empowering.

Sure, the concept seems silly at first. The ditsy, bubbly, party girl on campus, but I wanted there to be a reason and drive behind it.

Disco-Spider Diane is exactly who she wants to be, an unapologetic, outspoken disco-girl. One that's highly educated and knows her shit.

And also a huge groupie.

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If you've read this far, thank you so much. It genuinely means a lot to me! This is reaaaaaallly long.

[Part 2 here]

Now how about you take this photo of Hobie and we both pretend like me writing this is normal well-adjusted behavior okay? okay

Bye.

[sofasoap]

Reason for life

Pairing: Simon “Ghost ” Riley x F!Reader ( OC aka Mini MacTavish )

Summary: Simon Riley finally made up his mind.

Right after the event of “Death, Comes easily” 

Warning: Mature theme. discussion of unhappy childhood, OC children, discussion of abuse, near death. Angst. slight deviation from canon as well.

A/N : I finally got to Simon. and this rounds up the task force 141 proposal series. *sigh*

 “masterlist”

“Captain.” 

Head down, buried in paperwork, Price only let out a grunt, acknowledging Ghost’s presence. 

“John.” 

Price’s hand stalled. Slowly putting his pen down, finally looking up. 

Ghost standing in front the desk, hands behind his back, shoulder slightly hunched. Price noticed the redness in his fatigue looking eyes. Redder than usual. He noted. 

“Can I talk to you,” Ghost requested, voice soft, as he eyes the soldiers lingering around in the office,  “In private please.” 

Price stared at him for few seconds, before commanding the soldiers. “Alright, everyone out please. Lieutenant and I have important business to discuss.” Price stood up, ushering everyone out. 

Making sure the door is locked, Price turned back towards the desk, gesturing to Ghost to sit. Pushing the paperwork and files aside, Price took out a bottle of whisky and two tumbler glasses from the cabinet behind him. 

Pouring into each of the glasses, he pushed one towards Ghost. Ghost just stares at the drink, motionless for a while before he pulls his balaclava off, exhaustion evident on his pale looking face. 

“Do you still have the box?” Simon broke the silence after he drained the whisky from the tumbler. 

“So you made up your mind?” Price asked, raising his eyebrows, knowing what he was asking for. 

“I can’t delay it any longer. I .. I don’t want another regret.” Voice croaked, “I nearly lost her twice. I don’t.. I don’t know.. “ Simon buried his face in his hands, taking a deep breath. “I would not forgive myself if I miss the chance again. If I can live through the nightmare again.” 

Price has noticed Simon hasn’t been himself lately, after the incident. He was quieter than usual, not even responding to any of Soap or Gaz’s attempt of banter or teasing. Burying deep into his own mind. 

The mission has traumatised Simon, and made him realise things. 

Another prolonged silence lingered between the two. Price took up the bottle, pouring another serve to each of the glasses.

“I’ll get it out from the safe for you tomorrow, Simon. Don’t worry. She wouldn’t say no.” Price comforted Simon. “Good luck Si. I am glad you finally made up your mind.” 

Simon slams the tin box onto the table, more forceful than he intended. He winced slightly at his mistake as he saw you frowning. 

You stare at the box with a cup of tea in hand, making no attempt to reach for it. He watches you, waiting for your next move. 

“What is that?” You asked,  finally curiosity got the better of you. 

“Box.” 

“Of course I know it’s a box.” you rolled your eyes, huffed at his silly answer. “What’s inside the box?” you asked. 

“Things my grandmother left for me,” he whispered. “Open it. Please.” 

Pushing the cup aside, you reach for the box,  Simon’s heart twisted as he sees you open the lid with slight difficulty. Your hands and face were still covered with dressings and bandages from the injuries acquired from the terrorist incident. You are still alive. He closed his eyes, deep breaths in as he tells himself, calming that distress and panic rising from his stomach. You are here in front of him. Everything is alright. 

His eyes open again when he hears the pop of the tin lid. You slowly and gently shuffled through the black and white photos, fading letters, and all sorts of trinkets were inside there.  Simon held onto his breath as you took out the item he wanted you to have the most. 

You held the green velvet box in your palm, like a fragile china doll, afraid it would shatter any minute. Your eyes flicked up towards him, and down at the box again. 

He nodded his head to urge you to open the velvet box. 

Your breath hitched as you saw two simple gold bands inside.

“My grandmother left me this box before she passed on.” Simon explained. Your eyes open slightly wider, he never talked about his grandparents before. “The only happy memories I have from my childhood. Her and grandpa shielded me from the violence and cruelty that my fath… father… “ he shook his head, body shaking with the painful memory. Taking a deep breath, he continues. “She left this in my possession. Her and grandpa’s wedding bands,  along with their photos and correspondence when they were courting.They were married for nearly sixty years before grandpa passed away.” Simon whispered with a sad smile and glint of tears in Simon’s eyes.

Your expression softens as you listen to him, recalling memories. 

Raising his head to look at you right in the eyes, “You gave me a reason to live, a reason for life. You and the children.” He professed as he took a deep breath, voice shaking. “I can’t apologise enough for the actions and the way I treated you.. I can’t lose you again. I nearly lost you, because of my stupidity. My own selfishness, My….”

“Simon.” You put the box down, reaching for his hand across the table, to stop his rambling.“ Both of us were in a bad mindset back then. There were too many things happening at once. We can’t go back. We can only move forward.” You lean your body forward, kissing his hand lightly. “If this is what I think it is, my answer is yes.” 

He let go of your hand as he stood up abruptly, going around the table to scoop you up into a tight embrace, burying his face into the crook of your neck. You feel the wetness as his tears stream down your neck and shoulder, silently crying with relief. 

The weight is finally off his shoulder. 

He feels your arm reaching around his broad torso, squeezing tight.

“I love you very much, Simon Riley. The children love their Da as well, they ask about you all the time when you are away.”  you murmured, as you professed your love for him. “We will always be here for you, to welcome you home, and be your harbour when the storm comes, be your shelter when the time turns bad. You know you can trust and rely on us. Also the team as well. You have a family. You have us.” 

Pulling away from him, you gently grasp his hand, putting it over your heart.

“This is yours forever now. My love. For whatever challenges may come to us again. We will face it together.”

Simon is finally home. 

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[voluntarysubmission]

What's happening at the Oldest House during Alan Wake 2?

(Spoilers for ALL of Control, ALL of Alan Wake 2, including Final Draft.)

LET'S SPECULATE.

From Control, we know:

The Oldest House is on lockdown until the Hiss is completely cleansed, so it can't get out.

Jesse was witness to (a version of) Alan's conversation with Zane at the Oceanview Hotel/Motel.

Alan's writing definitely affected the way things went down at the Investigations Department - but to what extent he directly caused it to happen vs just influenced things already under way is debatable.

The Investigations Department control room for monitoring stations got an alert from the Bright Falls/Cauldron Lake station, dated "from the future", aka. 2023, when AW2 is set.

We don't explicitly know how long the events of Control are in terms of Jesse's perception of time. At least a few weeks, based on the hair growth we see in Dylan after the events in the Foundation. So from the lockdown starting in 2019, they think it's been a few weeks.

This is a SUPER tenous connection, but: after completing Foundation and meeting some hidden criteria, you get a bonus scene when interacting with Dylan, and one of the images that flashes up (the frames are shown clearly at the end of the youtube video) might be a picture looking up from inside the Huotari Well.

There have been FBC agents in Bright Falls for a while, and they were aware of the events of Alan Wake 1. Agent Estevez was acknowledged as being an agent from Investigations sending reports from the site, including complaining that the researchers at the Lake House won't share findings with her.

From Alan Wake 2, we know:

The Oldest House is still "dark". The Taken sometimes say "The Oldest House has gone dark", and in the Sheriff's Station Attacked manuscript, an FBC Agent called Young praises Estevez thinking "Estevez had held it together even after the Oldest House had gone dark".

The FBC is still operating outside the Oldest House. Despite it being a few years since the start of the lockdown, they have agents in the field currently working.

There have been researchers in Bright Falls since the first AWE there. The Research crew is at a facility called the Lake House near Cauldron Lake. This facility is manned when Saga first arrives (you can press on the call box there and ask an agent to send backup, they just say "The station heads are not currently available" - given it's plural, I think they're referring to Dr Marmont and Dr Marmont, the married FBC scientists.)

The Lake House was attacked by Taken, and is considered lost by Estevez, so that happened during the events of AW2.

A project of one Dr Campbell is specifically ongoing - the children's rhymes around the place. Dr Campbell himself is present up until just before the Dark Ocean Summoning events - if you complete the rhymes, you hear things go badly for him.

Estevez says that there is no further backup - they ARE the backup, when Saga asks if more help is available.

Dr Darling, who went missing just before the Hiss invaded in 2019, as spent 665 days minimum in the Dark Place. That's about a year and 9 months, though we don't know when during his stay that the recording happened.

So what can we conclude from all this stuff?

First, the Oldest House is still in lockdown, and has been for years, from the perspective of outside the house. There are several theories about what is happening inside the house, but it seems certain that from the outside world, HQ locked up and went quiet.

My main theory about what is happening on the inside of the house, is that as soon as the house went into lockdown, the passage of time there changed relative to... uh, the normal Earth dimension. Time in the Oldest House is going very slowly.

The two points of evidence for this are the AWE alert in Investigations for Cauldron Lake - Langston says it's coming from the future, but I think it's actually coming from the present - the inside of the House just isn't aware they've been lost for years. The second point of evidence is the conversation Jesse "eavesdrops" on between Zane and Alan - the version we see in Control ihas very similar dialogue to what we see in AW2, which may imply a certain "syncing". But this is more tenuous because of course, Alan has been going through loops so who knows how many times he's had this conversation with Zane. His hair is longer in this conversation in Control than in AW1, but not as long as it is in AW2, so, meh. I still think it's evidence though. You do "see" Jesse calling out "Hello?" in the AW2 version of the scene... I swear she calls out in Control but I can't find it.

The other option is that the house is still on lockdown because it's truly taken them YEARS stuck on the inside to clear out the Hiss, which would set up Control 2 for an interesting starting point. The nature of the Oldest House is such that it's existence, and to a lesser effect by association the FBC, are imperceptible by people who aren't otherwise aware of them. It's not unfeasible that this had the effect of making field agents unlikely to try and find out what happened, even if they knew about the House. But then, while they don't directly address it in Control, the people in the House DO have limited supplies of food and drinkable water inside. People trapped in the lost department (processes and protocols office) in the Foundation were concern about supplies and went looking for food, though ultimately died due to the Astral Spike (Gibbs survived long enough to become a Hiss though? So maybe she survived... or stopped needing to eat. IDK it's the house, it's weird).

I just think the first option is more likely than the second. I think come Control 2, the lockdown will lift and the FBC will find itself years out of date with the external world, scrambling to catch up with the field agents and researchers, and all the altered items and AWEs that have occurred without them being able to properly contain things.

But this all brings me to my main point, which was the reason I wrote all this down and speculated on it to begin with.

To me, the most astounding thing to realise is the Federal Bureau of Control's payroll system is iron clad. Despite the house being in lockdown, despite no department heads to approve budgets and expenditure, all FBC agents outside the House are STILL WORKING FOR THE FBC!!!! They would NOT be doing that if the paychecks stopped (maybe some of the more obsessive scientists... but generally no). The scientists at the Lake House have up until the night of Dark Ocean Summoning still been doing research - and presumably have project budgets and expenditures. They have technicians to regularly call on to check on the monitoring station and fix it after the Koskelas break it, who also get paid. The system functions!!! Like clockwork!!!

Now idk how USA federal government payroll works. It probably is just as simple as the FBC agents are all paid from the same place that the FBI does, I imagine it's somewhat centralised. And the Oldest House's perception protection probably means the reports get stamped and the pay goes through without being paid attention to. But this is the government we're talking about here, there's fuck ups and salary freezes and system errors and database issues. But these agents have been working on their own for YEARS! They are paying their bills! They are getting their holidays! They are filing their taxes!

Now THAT'S what I call a process to admire. No matter how catastrophic the disaster affecting HQ is, these government workers WILL get their paychecks and continue just doing their jobs and filing their reports. Incredible.

[kalena-henden]

Is the magic real? Are the curses real? Are the spells real?

Don't only look at what the characters believe. Look at what the show is revealing: a florescent sign blinking YES. The big question is how does it work?

As I've mentioned before, Hongjo opened the lock on the box by asking aloud for Jaekyung to come help her (which he did by moving in downstairs and giving her constant advice as her sage guide). So magic can be utilized verbally through words of intention. It's likely that only shamans, witches, etc. can do this magic but that is unconfirmed.

Curses vs. Spells (aka Violation vs. Revelation)

What separates a curse from a spell? When Hongjo accidentally dropped the box in the woods, they found a book of curses in a hidden panel. Why would there need to be a separate book of curses unless they do the exact opposite of what the spells do. Curses are always forced upon someone to bring about something terrible. They are done without consent and violate the person's being through misfortune, torment, or death. The spells in Hongjo's book are all about good things happening. To be truly good though, they must allow for consent and choice. They can't be forced onto someone. So what if the spells work by revealing the truth or path so that the good thing can happen but people still have to choose to accept it.

Let's start with the Fair Skin Spell. Both Shinyu and Jaekyung already think that Hongjo is beautiful. Nothing needs to be revealed to them. However, Shinyu's assistant and Hongjo's co-workers note how pretty she's become. She honestly looks the same as she always has but, now that her beauty has been brought to their attention, they are just acknowledging the truth.

The same goes for the Love Potion. It reveals your true feelings to yourself. What you do with them is up to you. Even from the beginning, there are many moments where you can see Shinyu's heart melting when Hongjo reveals little things like she doesn't want to eat lunch alone because she's always alone. After he drinks the Love Potion, he starts to become aware of his feelings for her but that doesn't mean the potion caused the feelings. He's doing his best to brush these feelings aside until he begins to suspect he drank the Love Potion. Once he confirms that he did drink it, he lets his inhibitions go.

However, Shinyu's still struggling with his head versus his heart. This isn't like any typical love potion I've seen or read about in other media before which usually has the affected person completely infatuated, only able to see the best in the one they think they love, and often unable to refuse the other person. Shinyu on the other hand is overly silly and cute in his affection in one breath; then in the next breath is arrogant and incredibly insulting as he constantly denies that he's fallen in love. As soon as they deem the spell 'not real', he's suddenly able to restrain himself, except when he doesn't want to. It's only then that he begins to fully allow himself to believe he's in love with Hongjo. Even though she didn't drink the love potion, Hongjo is going through a similar head versus heart battle herself. She's mostly in denial except for little moments where she inadvertently shows her feelings. Blushing is often involved.

The main reason the Love Spell was needed for their love to blossom is because they have both kept themselves isolated due to their self preservation against bullies or the burden of the family curse. While they have a few people in their lives, Shinyu has his his parents and lawyer friend and Hongjo has her landlords, they don't share important things with them. By giving Shinyu the opportunity to release his silly emotions, it caused them to be in 'forced proximity' aka it gave them a reason to hang out and get to know each other when they normally would have kept to themselves.

Back to the other spells that have been done. For the Disease Curing Spell, his doctor could suddenly read in a medical journal about a new experimental treatment that has been successful and use it to cure him. For the Disaster Adverting Spell, is it a coincidence that a lost dog interrupted their spell to negate the Love Spell and then Mr. Dog-Shelter-Volunteer volunteers to test whether the Love Spell is real which breaks their belief in the spells? At least temporarily.

As for their destinies being not being able to be severed, that was pretty obvious from day one when they met in the haunted house. I take that back, it was obvious even before they met, when Shinyu was joking with his coworker that his office was haunted and he hadn't yet seen the face belonging to the red hand that likes him. (He also notes he's not having an affair with the red hand. *wink*) Shortly thereafter, he meets Hongjo in the haunted house. She reaches up towards his face with her right hand just like the red hand and mistakes him for a handsome grim reaper she'd like to take her to the teahouse. Then he takes a picture of her face. If this doesn't scream that Hongjo is the owner of the red hand (probably past life Hongjo) than I don't know what does. Afterwards, Shinyu has a Joseon-era dream of a man giving a woman flowers and it turns out the box she is the owner of is beneath their meeting spot on his ancestral land. Their destinies have always been inseparable. The Love Spell didn't do that. The Shaman gives them the information they need when they need it. She doesn't give straight answers. She gives them things to ponder and work out.

The Jang family curse is in full force when his extended cousin is the one who died vlogging the haunted house and everyone at the funeral notes that only the Jang men in Shinyu's family have beaten it so far. Except we know Shinyu is a ticking time bomb and his manipulative girlfriend is cheating on him while forcing him to stay in the relationship through family pressure. Hongjo seems to be cursed too. Her mom died in child birth. Her dad died saving people when she was in high school. She's been bullied by multiple groups in school and work. Now she possibly has not one but two stalkers. They are both being tormented and violated. What if the superpower needed to defeat the curses is their connected destiny? Which is why to win, they need to accept it. But like all good things, they have a choice.

[aidenlydia]

I have seen that you are very open about supporting trans people and that your pronouns are they/them. How were you able to understand that you were trans? (If you are.) I've honestly felt so confused lately and don't have anyone I can ask about this. I love your ftm ghost art. I think it is amazing. I just don't know what to do or how I'll ever be able to figure out myself. Totally not your job but was curious if you had advice.

Not sure how helpful this will be, because my trans experience is deeply interlinked with my Dissociative Identity Disorder and Autism, so I'm sorry if this is a bit confusing.

What is Dissociative Identity Disorder

Dissociative Identity Disorder - Terms and Definitions

Autism and Gender

The reason why I go by they/them is because we're literally multiple people. Our two Hosts Aiden and Lydia (aka the alters interacting most with the world outside of our own head) are a man and a woman. We spend all our time together, sharing a body and the control over it.

We used to go by he/she, but people would only view us as a girl because of our body, so we switched to they/them. It makes more sense and feels better to be acknowledged together instead of Aiden being left out all the damn time.

Now bear with me here.

Though Lydia is a cis women, she grew up never belonging anywhere because we're autistic, so she feels like an imposter and a fraud when trying to connect to her feminity. Most days we barely feel human at all because we've been othered all our life. But she still views herself as a woman - motherhood in particular is a big important part of her.

Aiden is a trans man, but he doesn't mind our feminine body and doesn't plan on getting surgery ever. Testosterone maybe, but even that isn't super important to him at the moment. To him knowing he's a man is enough, passing isn't a priority at all. And because all of our Littles are girls he's rather protective of their body - any kind of medical procedure would cause a lot of fear in them.

He realized he's trans because he preferred a male name for himself, short hair and male clothing. It happened very quickly because exploring gender has never been an issue for us, it's fun and simply felt comfortable.

We do have two Agender Alters, but they don't come out in our regular daily life. They don't feel like anything really, they're deeply connected to nature and just want to exist as genderless beings, so they prefer not taking control of our body. It feels peaceful not being put into a box or defined by gender expectations and whatever other bullshit the world comes up with.

In the past we used to have another trans male Host, but he was suffering deeply from gender dysphoria. He couldn't stand the sight of our body or existing in it and became very self destructive about it. Until one day he just stopped coming out and hasn't been back since.

Before I even realized I had DID, gender wasn't really a concept to me. Same with names, it just didn't make sense to me why someone couldn't just change their name if they didn't like the one their parents gave them for whatever reason. I think of people as people, not boys and girls. Sure there are physical differences, but the meanings/genderroles we attributed to them are completely made up.

Folks love nagging me about how I draw my Ghost, but the truth is he can walk around looking like a cis girl and still be a man, I truly dgaf. So what if he's smaller and more delicate looking next to that big bear of a captain, that doesn't make him any less of a man.

The best advice I can give is you don't need to label yourself if you don't want to. You can experiment and just see what feels good. Maybe you'll find a label or make a plan along the way, but don't feel pressured to.

Common things people do is try out a different name, change their pronouns, create and play as video game characters of the opposite gender/sex (or gender non-conforming in general), listen to trans playlists/musicians, shop clothes/stuff in the other section (including underwear or things like jewelry ect), read books or watch movies about different kinds of trans characters, watch video essays about trans topics, create OCs or sonas, look at trans art and watch/read about other people's trans journeys.

Of course there are "what's my gender identity" tests you can take too, idk how helpful those are but I guess they can give you a bit more insight and maybe make you ask questions that you haven't asked yourself before.

Lastly here's a list of gender identities and definitions that might be beneficial to have a look at, as well as my trans resource list I put together last month about what can be done to change your gender in various ways

[willalove75]

New Girl on the Pitch Pt. 6

Pairing: Rebecca Welton x f!reader

Summary: Your friend Keeley brings you in as the team's social media manager, Rebecca is impressed, in more ways than one.

Words:

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI

Tags: flirty, fluff, slow burn, smut

Notes: Part 6! This is a little bit of a shorter, one-off chapter! You and Rebecca head to the South of France for a getaway during the off season. I wasn't planning on making this so smutty but oh wellll! So enjoy the fluffy smut!

You've never been to the south of France before, or anywhere in France for that matter, but you're convinced that it's heaven on Earth. Rebecca rented a "beach house" aka a massive mansion for your trip and you've both been having the time of your lives. You both agreed that as soon as you step off of the plane, the outside world disappears. No work, no social media, no talk of football or the players, the only thing the both of you want to do is be as present with each other as possible. The trip couldn't have come at a better time, Richmond was relegated at the end of the last season and with the new season coming up in a few weeks, the stress was starting to get to the both of you. The two of you have been in France for a few days already and you've done a lot of exploring and sightseeing. Today's agenda was to relax, to be with each other and hang out.

"Y/n, come in here!" Rebecca calls to you from the bedroom.

"One sec!"

You walk into the bedroom and Rebecca has a small box in her hand and gives it to you.

"Oh, what's this?" You ask, taking the box.

"A fun little surprise." Rebecca says with a smirk.

"Uh-huh," you say acknowledging the look in her eyes. Inside the box you see a pair of black panties. "What is this?"

"Put them on!"

Playfully rolling your eyes, you take off your underwear and put the new pair on. Rebecca pulls out her phone and a second later you feel a vibration on your clit. The sensation takes you by surprise and you moan, your knees going weak for a moment.

"I fucking knew it." You gasp. "Rebecca Welton!" You say as she brings the vibration up again.

Rebecca walks up to you and just barely brushes her lips against yours.

"Do you like your present?" She whispers.

Just as you're about to respond she increases the vibration again. "Yes." You moan.

She kisses your neck, as you go to grab onto her waist she pulls away and you let out a whine in opposition.

"Would you look at that, it's just about lunch time." Rebecca says, looking at her empty wrist. She walks away into the kitchen.

"You're such a tease!" You whine the last word of your sentence because Rebecca spiked the vibration and you hear her chuckle.

In the kitchen Rebecca is making lunch, you lean on the island and watch her, biting your bottom lip. Both of you decided today was a clothes-optional day. You decided to hang out in your underwear and a cropped t-shirt and Rebecca has been walking around in one of her lacy bras and pajama shorts. She turns around, catching you checking her out and smirks at you.

"You're just going to torture me all day aren't you?"

"Maybe I will, maybe I'll be nice, who knows?" She playfully replies, putting a plate down in front of you.

Rebecca carefully watches you as you eat, just as you're bringing the fork to your lips she pulses the vibration, forcing you to drop the fork back onto your plate.

"Fuck!" You cry. "You're so mean!"

After a painfully slow lunch, Rebecca sits on the couch and you lay your head in her lap. She gently brushes her fingers through your hair as she gently plays with the vibration, slowly increasing the intensity and slowly decreasing it. Every time you feel an orgasm beginning to build, she takes it away, you try your hardest to focus on the television but you're starting to lose your mind.

"Getting restless love?" Rebecca asks, glancing down at you.

"Yes." You grumble.

Rebecca lets out a laugh and kisses your forehead and you pout.

"Oh what's the matter my love?" She asks playfully.

"You know damn well what the problem is!" You try to look mad but the shockwaves being sent through your body give you more of a desperate look than a mad one.

"Come on, lets go lay outside." She says lifting your head off of her lap and taking your hand.

You follow her outside and she pulls you down next to her on one of the lounge chairs. The mansion is fairly secluded with a stunning view over the town and the water but there aren't any other nearby houses for miles.

Rebecca plays with the vibration more, increasing the speed of the waves. You bite down on your lip trying to hold back the moan, you know no one can hear you, but being outside makes you feel vulnerable.

Rebecca's finger slides under your chin, pulling up so you can look into her eyes.

"Let me hear you baby." She says, upping the intensity. Your eyes roll back and you let out a moan.

"Fuck, Rebecca." You whine as your orgasm builds.

"Good girl." She coos, placing a light kiss on your lips.

You deepen the kiss when she raises the vibration, moaning into her mouth, tangling your fingers into her hair. She adjusts on the chair so you're both facing each other. Rebecca slides her thigh between your legs and presses up against your heat, making the vibrations more intense. Grabbing onto her tighter you moan into her more as your orgasm builds, you start to grind on her leg and she grinds back, slowly increasing the vibrations once more.

A knot builds in your belly as you grow desperate for the release. Rebecca pulls her lips away from yours and begins to suck on your neck, your moans ringing out into the open air.

"Fuck baby, I'm so close."

"I know baby, I know, just a little more." She says, raising the intensity of the vibration.

Your hips begin to buck on her leg and she presses harder into you making you see stars.

"Oh my god I'm gonna cum." You cry.

"Not yet baby, hold on for just a little longer."

The knot in your belly increases and you feel yourself starting to clench around nothing as your whines get louder, trying desperately to hold on.

"You're doing so well baby, just like that." She quickens the pace of the wave, the vibrations intensity at its highest.

"Becca- baby- I'm gonna- please!" You cry out.

"You're such a good girl, cum for me baby, let it out." She whispers as she sucks hard on your pulse point.

"FUCK!"

Your eyes roll back and your body shakes as you scream, grinding hard on Rebecca's leg she keeps up the intensity making you ride it out.

Aftershocks rock your body as you twitch against her trying to catch your breath.

Rebecca pulls you in for a deep kiss while you recover, you feel the sweat drip down your back as you roll into her.

"Come on," she says, pulling away from you. "Lets cool off."

She stands up and pulls down her shorts and thong that matches her bra, she reaches behind her back and unclips her bra, letting it fall off to the ground. Reaching out to grab your hand, you reach out and let her help you off of the lounge chair. You pull off your shirt, not bothering to put on your bra this morning, and pull off the drenched panties. She leads you into the pool, the cool water soothing your burning skin. Wrapping your arms around Rebecca's neck and legs around her waist, she holds you tight as you two float in the water.

The two of you gaze into each others eyes, her green eyes sparkle so beautifully in the sun, even when she has to squint. You tuck a piece of hair behind her ear and caress her cheek with your thumb, studying the details of her face.

"I love you, Rebecca."

"I love you too, y/n."

Your lips gently meet, you feel her wrap her arms tighter around you and your fingers tighten their grip around the back of her head. Her tongue flicks across yours when they meet and you gently moan into her mouth. You feel her smile into the kiss as it slows, once more staring into each others eyes when your lips finally part.

"Is this real life?" You ask, staring into her eyes.

"I think so. There's only one way to find out." You see a mischievous look in her eyes and you realize she's walking back towards the deep end of the pool.

"Oh my god no!" You squeal, holding onto her tighter.

Rebecca tightens her grip around you and pulls you under the water with her as she slides down the drop. Her strong legs walk you both back up, breaking through the surface. After you take a breath the two of you burst into laughter as you cling to her.

You hold her tight and you feel her place wet kisses on your neck.

"You are SO mean!" You say between laughs.

Rebecca only responds with kissing you once more, smiling as her lips meet yours. You rest your forehead against hers, you feel the water droplets running down your face as you nuzzle your nose against hers.

"Can I tell you a secret?" You quietly say.

Rebecca looks into your eyes.

"Not only do I love you more than I've ever loved anyone before in my life, but you're also my best friend. There's no one else I'd rather be here with than you."

You notice a shift in Rebecca's eyes, almost similar to how they shifted when you first told her you loved her. She brings her hand to the back of your head and pulls you into her.

"Don't tell Sass, but you're my best friend too. I love you so much y/n. I hope one day I'm able to show you how much you truly mean to me."

The two of you float, holding each other close in a peaceful silence.

Some times passes and you get out of the pool and walk over to the outdoor shower and quickly shower. You sigh as Rebecca's fingers scratch at your scalp when she massages the shampoo into your hair. After you dry off you go back inside and get ready for dinner. A car comes and picks you up and brings you to a fancy restaurant.

The two of you enjoy your meal with a few glasses of wine. Most of the night you found yourself captivated by her gorgeous eyes, even when you weren't paying attention you always found yourself with a smile on your face as you listened to her talk.

Back at the house after dinner the two of you curl into each other in bed. With her head on your chest, you run your hair through Rebecca's blond locks, placing soft kisses on the top of her head and temples as the two of you talk about nothing in particular. Her responses become slower and slower until she stops responding all together. You hear her breathing even out and you know she's fallen asleep. Carefully adjusting yourself under her you place a kiss on her forehead.

"Good night Rebecca. I love you."

[bluekat12345]

TFRB x AEMH: We'll Be Fine

This crossover is from the brilliant mind of @gelu-the-babosa-multiversal, check them out, they are amazing!

Not necessarily a songfic, but this was inspired by the song "We'll Be Fine" from Epic the Musical on YouTube. I thought it would work with Cody and Captain America. Hope you enjoy reading!

"Alright, just like we practiced." Captain America, AKA Steve Rogers, instructed.

"Yes, sir!" Cody nodded. The boy stood in front older man, raising his arms and getting into a boxing stance.

Captain Rogers smiled. Then he crouched down so he was closer to Cody's height, and raised his hands, which had boxing mitts. "Let's start with the warm-up. Go!"

At that command, Cody began punching the boxing mitts, alternating from left to right, keeping at a steady pace.

After arriving to Griffin Rock, Steve, along with the rest of the Avengers, had worked closely with the Burns family, their bot partners, and the Greene family, growing fond of them all. Steve in particular had been growing rather close to the Burns, especially Cody. The other Avengers would often tease about Cody being his sidekick.

Steve couldn't deny that he had grown fond of the youngest member of the Burns family. The team figured it was because of how similar Cody was to Steve, but it was more than that.

He felt at ease around Cody, he felt he didn't have to be Captain America, he could just be Steve Rogers, and Cody accepted, and even liked that, which was honestly refreshing, given how many people admired Captain America while never acknowledging Steve Rogers. And he often found himself admiring Cody, despite his young age, Cody had a strong, courageous, and noble spirit, the kind that was so rare to find these days.

"Kind of like Bucky..." He found himself thinking. He frowned as he shook the thought out of his mind.

He hadn't heard from Bucky for a while now, even before coming to Griffin Rock, but that didn't stop him from thinking about his friend often. Seeing what had happened to him, being frozen like him, only to be found and brainwashed by Hydra and the Red Skull, it haunted him to this day. And it was his fault that Bucky had to endure all that.

"Captain Rogers?" He heard Cody ask. Facing the boy, Steve saw that Cody had stopped punching his mitts, and was looking at him with concern, it was a look he was too familiar with. "Are you okay?"

Steve forced a small smile. "I'm fine." Then he brought his hands in front of Cody again. "Now, c'mon. Back to work."

But Cody didn't start punching, he lowered his hands and continued to look at Steve. "Captain, something is bothering you."

Steve gave another smile, a melancholier one. "It's nothing you need to worry about, son. Its personal things."

"Oh, okay." Cody said. "But if you need to talk, I'm here listen."

Steven couldn't help but let a chuckle escape his throat. When Cody gave him a confused look, he apologized. "Sorry, it's just...you remind me a lot of a friend of mine."

Steve sat down on a bench and Cody quickly sat by his side. He took a moment to remove the mitts from his hands, then he spoke.

"Like you, he was young, but one of the bravest people I've ever met, honestly, he's still one of bravest people I know." Steve started with a smile. "We worked together, fighting the good fight, protecting people, and he had a way of inspiring me to be the best I could be, even better. He has a strong heart, and he always knew how to give me the strength I needed when I felt I didn't have any left."

"He sounds noble." Cody commented with a smile.

"He is." Steve replied. "Some might say I was a mentor to him, but truth be told, I learned just as much, maybe more, from him."

"Where is he now?" Cody asked. The moment Steve stopped smiling; Cody quickly added. "I'm sorry, I-"

"You're fine, son." Steve assured. "He's still alive, I just don't know where he is at the moment. We've...grown apart." Then he sighed. "And honestly, it's probably better that way."

Cody frowned. "What do you mean?"

Steve opened his mouth but quickly closed it. There was a lot he wanted to say, but he shouldn't be saying these things to Cody. He was just a boy; he shouldn't dump this on to him.

Finally, he said. "A lot happened between us, a majority of it being my fault, he's been...hurt because of me. But you don't need to concern yourself with that. I shouldn't even be telling you all of this. Forgive me."

Then he stood up. "You really miss him a lot." He heard Cody say.

"I just...wish I could at least know how he's doing, where he is." Steve confessed quietly. "At least so I could sleep at night knowing he's okay."

There was another moment of silent, he wasn't sure what else he could say, he honestly wasn't sure if he even wanted to say anything else. He honestly felt that he said too much, this wasn't Cody's problem, and he shouldn't have vented to a child, even if said child was willing to listen.

"Captain Rogers," Cody started. "I don't know who your friend is or what he's like, but I'm sure he wouldn't be as unforgiving as you think."

Steve couldn't help but let out a light scoff. "What makes you so sure?"

"Well, you said he was a lot like me." Cody replied. "And spending time with you has been great! Working on your motorcycle, learning how to box, I feel stronger every day! And I see you as a great friend, so I know I would do what I can to keep our friendship going."

Despite the conversation, Steve couldn't help but smile a little at Cody's words.

Then Cody continued. "And so, I think while things between you two may not be great right now, that doesn't mean you should give up on your friendship with him. You should go find him and talk to him."

"I wish it was that simple." Steve said.

"I know it isn't." Cody admitted. "I don't know what happened, and maybe things won't be like they used to be, but your friendship sounds special to you, and that's something worth trying to save. And I know you would never do anything to purposely hurt your friend, and if your friend really knows you as much as you say he does, I'm certain he knows that too. So that's why that I truly think that with time, work, patience, and cooperation, you two will be fine in the end."

Steve stared at the boy, not really sure how to respond to his words. On one hand, he felt like a fraud. Cody had spoken so highly of him and their friendship, but Cody didn't know everything, and Steve was sure that if Cody knew the full story, he wouldn't think so highly of Steve. And he felt like such a coward for not telling Cody everything, but he somehow felt even worse for even telling Cody the thing he had at all, this wasn't Cody's problem, he shouldn't burden the boy with this.

But on the other, it also filled him with a small sense of hope, it made him think that maybe there was a chance. If Cody could say what he said with such confidence, then maybe it was possible. He knew it wouldn't be easy, but the boy's words inspired him to want to try to. His words made him want to stop wallowing in self-pity and actually try.

"I don't know if we really will be fine." Steve thought. "But I don't want to lose you again, Bucky. Even we can't be like we used to be, maybe we really will be able to work this out. Maybe we'll be fine."

Steve smiled at Cody and ruffled his hair. "You're a good kid."

Cody smiled. "Thanks!"

Sorry if this is inconsistent to the show(s) or of any character is out of character, I'm a bit rusty when it comes to AEMH. And also sorry for taking so long to write this. Still, I hope you enjoyed reading!

[kanmom51]

“The big unknown here is how much jk will comply.”

We know he doesn’t comply to anything. He does what he wants. Like with Tae mentioning & engaging with Jk all the time - Jungkook doesn’t. I don’t think he’s holding back in any regard either. If he misses a member, he will say. If he wants to see a member, he will say and invites them over. If he wants to do a live drinking, he will. If he doesn’t want to cut his hair, he won’t. If he wants to talk about the military service like in his recent, he won’t shy from talking about it. If he didn’t want to work on any music at all for 5-6 months, he didn’t.

Jungkook only doesn’t mention hanging out with or meeting up with any of the members cause I guess he feels he doesn’t need to/it’s not a need to know thing what he’s doing (if it’s not work). With the exception of his own rule being asking jimin over about 3 times.

(Compared to jimin, where Jimin mentions who’s he’s seen & hung out with when asked. He will openly say if he hasn’t seen certain members in a while or who he went to eat with or who he saw recently at the building. He said he’d be back after work when invited over - I don’t think he’s overly shying away from answering questions either and just all together doesn’t answer a question if he knows he won’t answer it )

All Jungkook does in the current Taekook dynamic is accept Taehyung’s invitations to hang out as both were the only members from Nov 2022-March 2023 who weren’t doing anything at all, as the others were busy with albums & collabs AND allow Taehyung to come over when he asks (just like jimin asking to come over to eat ramen & jk saying I’ll do it for you). Which is what a good natured friend does. We know it’s Taehyung inviting Jk out all the time instead off the other way round cause it’s always with Taehyung’s friendship group or associated with the Wooga squad in general.

Jungkook doesn’t broadcast who he’s seen. We just know if he’s got schedules if he mentions it & what he’s been doing that day if he cares to say so.

What we DO know:

- It’s Taehyung that asks Jungkook to hang out (purely based on how it’s always with Taehyung’s friends)

- it’s Jungkook that asks jimin to hang out several times (asked him over for chicken, asked to go see his music performance, asked him to go boxing with him, asked him to stay on his live/come over)

- Jungkook has ONLY asked jimin to hang out & no one else

- Jungkook has only engaged & commented on jimin’s live but not for others unless it was their birthday (Suga’s)

- Jungkook engaged heavily with jm promotions & projects + congratulated him on his wins & visited his practice

- jimin has mentioned being over in response to jk asking him over saying he will be back after work

- jimin leaves comments on everyone’s lives but never missed jk’s when he was working and only stopped recently when his promotions ended

- Jungkook has been quiet since jimin’s promotions ended when he used to go live every week from late jan - late March the most busy periods for jimin + goes live only when jimin is about to catch a flight in a few hours or already gone. The exception being the live Taehyung started when Hobi was there.

- Jungkook has only acknowledged jimin’s album out of them ALL (a little bit for Hobi Aka a post on his IG stories) he was promoting Jimin’s enthusiastically but went quiet for Suga’s & RM’s (I don’t think he’s mentioned them at all, I could be wrong)

- Jungkook watches jimin’s lives and jimin watches JK’s

- Jungkook knows the lyrics / watches jimin’s projects as soon as they release. He knew the choreo/lyrics already. The only member who has mentioned & sung/watched each of his projects.

- Jungkook mentions primarily only jimin in lives.

- Jungkook took time to learn to play letter & help with Jimin’s album.

- Jimin was constantly updating Jungkook on what he was doing every time Aka what he was working on/busy with/changing location or filming + so was Jungkook immediately telling jimin he changed his shirt & updating jimin on what he was doing

- Jimin hugged Jungkook very intensely the day after he got back from his US trip despite seeing him at the group dinner the week before.

THE ONLY, thing they haven’t done is be spotted in public together but if you put two home-bodies together in the same room, you very much aren’t going to. Last time we did it was cause Hobi posted them all hanging out last year in the arcade in LA & someone caught them hanging out with a group for dinner last year.

Hello @malecsma1a so we are back at it for round two, lol.

And we are in disagreement, well not total, but partial, straight off the bat.

“The big unknown here is how much JK will comply.” That was me in my last post.

And your starter here is:

"We know he doesn’t comply to anything. He does what he wants."

This base line of yours is, in my opinion, not completely accurate.

JK is a non conformist, meaning he does not play by societal rules. An example to that is his tattoos. He will live his life according to the way he feels is right and not what is expected of him by society.

JK is also a rebel. And he will lash out at figures of authority and do what he wants or thinks even if told to do otherwise.

But make no mistake. JK is a good boy and he will usually do what he is told. And he is still bound by his contract.

Some of these things you mentioned him doing because he does what he wants, you are looking at it all wrong. He's doing them to fight back, putting his foot down in the way that he can. It's a rebellion. Deleting an over 50 million IG account is a rebellion. And what does he have to rebel against, eh? If everything was nice and dandy. If he was doing whatever he wanted whenever he wanted, why did he have to go so openly against the company? And make no mistake. This was a huge Fuck you of his to the company. This wasn't "oh, I don't use IG so I'll just delete it". Because JM wasn't using his until his promotions started either, he didn't post for weeks on end. This was a statement. And after this statement things changed. JK changed. He took more control over the message and his connection with the fandom.

So no. From November 22 until end of February 23 JK wasn't in control and wasn't doing whatever he wanted to. He just wasn't.

Other than that, most of what you write is right.

I don't agree with this one:

Well, he did hug him intensely, but what you are insinuating, or at least, that's what is understood from what you are writing, is that the hug was intense even though he saw JK just a week earlier. Nope. Nah. JM hugged JK very intensely even though he saw him just hours before (they spent the night together drinking - told us so in so many words). That's what it should be saying.

About this.

Yes and no?

Cause us not knowing they have been spotted doesn't mean they haven't, if you get my drift.

Or let me put it this way: The fact that I-army are not trusted by K-army to share sightings does not mean there haven't been any.

I will leave it at that.

And I will leave you with this, just for funsies.

[mysteryanimator]

Animatic Breakdown/storyboard rambles

You can watch it here :D

I know it is super silly but I really like geeking out about media analysis and it's a good wind-down for me since this did somewhat take some creative juice. Also, it acts to look over and kinda reflect over on how to improve stuff!

The breakdown will be slightly of order so I can be more concise with drawing toward specific parallels because there's a bit!

Right off the bat, I had initially planned about 20 seconds for this animatic. It did jump to 2 minutes due to an additional story I thought would strengthen it- but this meant what I wanted to show all had to count. So with that in mind:

This framing was really important for me to hammer into your face. To point out, every time this framing occurs, Mizrak is boxed and trapped in by some external force- until that last frame with his boots, to which his body has control of the frame. I might've gone overboard though I'm not entirely sure HAHAHA.

Even the cameos I wanted to make sure had some intentionality because these people were nice enough to give in ref pics and were interested in it!

You might be wondering "what on earth wdym intentionality with cameos?" Baader-Meinhof Phenomenon, aka frequency bias/frequency illusion was something I really really wanted to play around with super briefly. Which funnily enough, the people who happened to ask, were able to fall into the concept I wanted to play with.

Mizrak's hair is curly. Mizrak's hair is also cropped- by this point I had to bring in an oc to vaguely resemble Olrox to continue that subliminal messaging that Mizrak is genuinely plagued by the thoughts of him and Olrox. While verbally or even mentally, he never acknowledges it- his thoughts are omnipresent. No one is a replica of Mizrak and Olrox, they just make your head turn, and make you think.

Which also, you could argue then that MONK BLUE falls into the frequency illusion because he does end up accidentally adopting the features of Olrox when simplified. I noticed that from the very start and I almost took him out because of the similarities before deciding to just keep him LOL. I still think it's really funny this ONE BACKGROUND CHARACTER has screen time just because he stood next to him and I decided he was going to be the one most suspicious of Mizrak.

(Briefly, I'll mention, MONK RED, is an old OC, he is the head guard in some fantasy world I made up and that's the only reason he's here HAHAH)

This is where I introduce the held shot, and it happens in other shots so bear with me here and it'll make sense, hopefully! So these shots hold for an awkwardly long time. While music does mask how long it is, Mizrak is just standing there. Thinking. Even when he's the main focus he's still. We know he's thinking but he's choosing not to verbalise a single thought- and when he does, we know there's so much more to it than what he says.

This shot was very intentional because this is the last time you will see Mizrak's face unobscured for this animatic. This is one of the reasons why this animatic jumped from 20 seconds to 2 minutes. I wanted the lack of his face (especially his eyes) to leave an impact.

Also, its a hint to "we as an audience will be blocked from seeing Mizrak's personal thoughts, and if we ever do get a glimpse we will be forcibly be shut out as soon as possible"

SO, eyes are an important thing I decided to run with here! Close-ups of Mizrak's eyes are only shown twice. Once near the beginning and secondly near the end. Even then it's a side profile under different lighting condition and different expressions.

Which you might be asking "why is the only frame of Olrox below Mizrak???" In a close up of Mizrak's face, the most detailed thing in it is his eyes, therefore naturally we draw our focus towards it. He's already looking down, which means our eyes will follow to where Mizrak is looking at. This meant putting Olrox where our eyes would naturally land. Olrox looking back up would allow for the eye to go back to the original spot so when I abruptly cut to Mizrak's mouth, it's not too much of a headache.

... I hope that made sense, if not, here's it in gif format!

Like that :D

Also since it is just an extreme close-up, it allows for an open interpretation of this glimpse of Olrox. What is happening here ??? I don't know you tell me :)))) Why is Olrox looking up like that :))))) Sometimes if you leave it to the imagination, the audience is just forced to wonder what happened. I'm not letting you into their most vulnerable deepest moment lol, that's all I'm giving you. Though also I wanted the audience to feel like they were shunted out because it gives the sense of "WE WERE GOING TO GET MORE BUT THESE MONKS DECIDED WALK IN"

SO Mizrak's mouth is important because he barely says a thing.

Also I like to find different ways to portray interactions, specifically reactions to dialogue- so for here I wanted Mizrak's restraint to be a huge focus. Silence and stillness in video and audio formats are very powerful in storytelling. Also also if I were to animate this, I won't though, I am absolutely finding a way to avoid animating little sections so more important sections get prioritized, say if I were to animate a action fight scene LOL. Therefore I personally lean heavily into composition and framing to do my storytelling rather than the choreography of moves. (However that is not to say framing and choreography cannot be mixed, they are an ungodly combo when mixed, I'm not very strong in mixing those yet)

This top down shottttt. I do this a lot in my boards LMAO, it personally conveys a lot for me and it feels like we're an audience perched up in a corner just watching something unfold. Like unseen observers. It also in turn just ends up making the characters in a weaker vulnerable situation. Especially here. I wanted Mizrak to feel absolutely corned, backed into a wall. Not only by characters but by the building too.

Though I'm like 100% sure there are different ways I can iterate on this top-down view I need to find a new dynamic angle to latch onto HAHAHA.

Which to note MONK RED always has his arms crossed, he's not prepared to attack, while MONK BLUE is always resting his hand on the sword from the get-go. Hopefully, this establishes what their dynamic is towards Mizrak from the start without knowing who they are beforehand.

Also yes the shadows are fangs and very subtly a tongue that was super intentional to make fun of the line MONK RED says. It made me lean heavily more into having shadows matter more. So yes, characters are backlit very intentionally. Faces being half shrouded in shadow? Also very intentional.

Yes, it was intentional that a shot of Mizrak's mouth goes to a shot where the shadow makes a mouth shape.

I knew I had to have this shot here, just to make Mizrak's silence so much more obvious to the point it's borderline violent. I think this framing is really cool and it does have the sword show up to continue giving the sense of being prepared to stab someone in the back. Also, this is a slightly high angle. If there was a camera here, it would be slightly tilted up, making the threat more imposing.

So this is the second reason to why my original storyboard jumped from 20 seconds to 2 minutes- I wanted to subvert the original the border frame I was going for because by this point I think subconsciously you can feel it already. I wanted Mizrak's answer to be really odd and let that weight carry on far longer than it should to make the audience go "...huh what was that answer???" and start questioning Mizrak too (hopefully). I wanted him to go around the question, both in a verbal manner and physically having him walk around the characters instead of through them.

The rest of the boards that follow after have all the characters off to the side because something is off. Therefore I wanted the balance of the scenes that follow to be off-center. Even if visually they are balanced for a second, it doesn't last long at all. I wanted people to hopefully feel the shift from the pre-inquiry about why Mizrak was late and post-inquiry.

I think I could've been a lot stronger with the 'off' sense, but also I didn't want to push it too far because I didn't want alarm bells- I just wanted to plant seeds of doubt to fester.

Originally this board was going to be super comedic- but I went with a different route, but it still kinda smuggled itself into a few places!

I wanted the swords to be fully shown, it was really important to me it was in the shot. Yes, that includes Mizrak's dagger. I wanted to just hang over the sense of danger, the ability to just start attacking each other once again, but instead, they're stalking each other like prey.

SIDE TANGENT- all the monks have their swords on the left while Mizrak has his kilij (specific sword he has) on the right. He stands out massively design-wise from all the other monks so I wanted to hopefully have that be really prominent here too, since right now, he's the odd one out in this interaction.

So here, the camera is dragging off the characters, which I hoped to allude that MONK BLUE is not listening at all despite looking at him. We as the audience are the camera, so by forcibly dragging the camera off MONK RED, I am trying to drag the attention off him so we get into the mindset of MONK BLUE.

Also this line, I wanted to jab at Mizrak and I wanted from the get-go to make everyone uneasy. Also also just from ten billion watches of Nocturne, I noticed that Mizrak has a lot of 'guard dog' allusions, so I wanted to throw that here. Especially since the rest of the panels have just been of Mizrak's jaw.

I wanted to experiment with something slightly comedic and I also wanted the feeling of being unwilling dragged back into a conversation we shouldn't be having. I played around with it being a shoe shot, a sword shot because I wasn't to particularly fond of doing ANOTHER face shot- but I wanted to save those other shots for later, also I think it kind of played into it having cut to MONK RED and just having MONK BLUE not following at ALL.

Despite being chewed out by his fellow monk, he still holds a massive presence on the screen in a literal sense, unwavering. Mizrak is just STANDING there until he inveitentivately cracks and says something. He's holding himself back, which I was trying to hark on his behaviors from episode 04 with Olrox.

Ok yipee this frame- so every single time this pole pillar frame thing occurs- its always outside of Mizrak's control. He is now in control of it, to a point where even the camera follows his walk. Also audio-wise it connects back to the beginning with the bell :D because this frame motif was there from the very start.

Also not at me finding myself drawing shoes so much more often now, free me HAHAHA

Oh my god, it's the sword again. Except this time I make it really obvious to pair it with the dialogue. Like I wanted to whack you with that pairing and be very explicit in the message I wanted to portray. Also in the back of my mind, this was a "this foreshadows episode 08" HAHAHAH

Fun fact, this was timed to Granite from Sleep Token originally, then I played around with Playing with God, which my opinion made it more intensive. I ended up with Classical Dragon from Marcin and Tim Henson but I'm not too fond of that either BUT i do not want to have this infest my mind because there's something else I want to go board for fun.

Ok now done HAHAH, hope you enjoyed this longgggg breakdown- this was honestly me trying to get more comfortable with Storyboard pro and also the idea of the monks being suspicious of Mizrak kept lingering in my mind. I look back on these boards and i know i could improve on these a lotttttttttttt BUT hey I'm now a lot more intentional with my choices than say a few months ago AND I have a lot more variety in shots and angles yipee :D

[entamewitchlulu]

For the Yugioh character ask meme, I'm giving you autismn personified aka Akaba Reiji

Why I like them/why I don’t

I just. Where do i start.

he's just. he's so. -clenches fist- he's so compelling. i love that he's so good at putting on a facade that even the viewers think he should have been a villain. he does his absolute best to act like one at the beginning, because maybe it's easier that way for him, if the others view him as an antagonist. he can work with antagonism. he's been doing it for years, probably, as a child attempting to gain dominance in a world of adults who looked down on him and dismissed him.

And yet despite this facade. he's so good??? he's so purely straightforward. at his core he is a Hero with a capital H, but he doesn't believe he is. He's just doing What He's Supposed To Do, after all. he considers all of his decisions as sacrifices for a greater good, and he doesn't expect anyone to like him or agree with him. He'll be the Bad Guy making the Hard Decisions if he has to be.

And YET!!! beneath all of that he is just a child. he is just a kid, who wants to fix things. who wants to protect people. who strides straight forward and just has the pretense of being a mastermind when he's really just winging it.

He's so intelligent but he's not and never has been a puppetmaster type character because he acknowledges the fact that plans fall apart. he puts on the act of being a master planner, but he's actually a master adapter. He's so good at being a chameleon of what people want to see him as until it's time to get to work and show that he was just holding back the whole time.

i JUST. i could talk about him for hours. He's so good. He's so complicated and yet so straightforward. he needs a hug. he needs a decent adult in his life so he can take a nap.

What I like about their appearance

he's genuinely so handsome??? my Character Type i'm weak for is someone with white/silver hair and either violet or red eyes and he checks ALL the boxes.

like look at him. he's so handsome.

Do I prefer their dub names or original names?

SUB SUB SUB SUB SUB SUB SUB my GOD every time i see the name declan for him i wanna shrivel up. i understand WHY they did it, to match his D/D/Ds, but 1) it completely ruins the Rei theming and 2) any time i see the name Declan all i can fucking think about is the wedding shaming post about the lady who was going to go backpacking in the mountains after no one would give her 1000$ a piece to have her destination wedding and her kid was named declan

i kid you not i have considered downloading a word replacement extension specifically to replace all mentions of his dub name with his real name.

OTP

do i even gotta say it

I'm so soft for them all the time. i love that yuya was the first person to distract Reiji from his plans, and he was like "well obviously it's because i need his power to take down my dad" but then he started having image battles with yuya involuntarily and i was just like oh you're kind of like. he's doing things to you isn't he.

I love how their relationship develops from pure antagonism to Yuya starting to realize just how much of Reiji is a facade and then choosing to trust him unconditionally despite what others say about him, even though before he hated Reiji so much he wanted to punch him! And they become a total battle couple by the end??? they may not be traditional rivals in a yugioh sense, but they truly do push and inspire each other to push beyond their limits and see beyond their originally more narrow viewpoints, and it's so beautiful.

NOTP

I really just don't like anything where reiji is in a relationship with a woman. i'm sorry he's just gay to me. the only exception is yuzu and that's only when yuya is there too.

OT3

As stated above, i do enjoy orchestrashipping now and then. to be honest though, reiji is one of those few characters i ship pretty monogamously.

Favourite card they use

to be completely honest his deck doesn't really do it for me; i'm not a huge fan of the more mechanical designs. if i have to pick though i love how iconic his main three kings are

Also, gotta give a shoutout to how much i think about his contract cards and how his entire deck is built around the concept of broken promises. i promise you i'm normal about this (lying).

Favourite moment they were in

well.

but NO in actuality it has to be his duel against Roget. i love that they were built up all season as like one-to-one rivals, in that Roget was totally focused on him and taking him down, considering him a rival chessmaster, only for when the duel happened for Reiji to completely wipe the floor with him and prove that there was never a contest to begin with.

Least favourite moment

none. any moment he is in i love <333

Would I fuck, marry or kill them

become him

i guess i'd marry him if i have to pick one. he's rich so that would be nice.

thank you for the ask :)

[momoartz02]

So, i've been getting Harassed in my ask box in this account, at first when i started getting these i wanted to just ignore and move on with my day but after it happened again after blocking the Anonymous the first time, I just had to make this post.

I would like to inform all those that don't know my past, I've been involved in some really old drama in the past where I was called a groomer because until I hit 18 I was with a guy that was 4 years younger then me (I left him as soon as I hit 18 and friends made me realize that this 4 years age gap was not a good thing).

I actually talked about My and His mistakes with him last year cus he texted me after a long time of no-contact "I'm Sorry", and we both opened up about the mistakes we did to eachother;

(I obviously hid his Discord name for privacy reasons) as you can see this has been cleared up between Me and Him. I was in the wrong for ever dating him, but to my defense I didn't know back then that 4 years age gap was bad until I was told it was, I haven't dated a minor ever since(mind you when me and him were dating I was Also a minor, but once again broke things off as soon as I turned 18), and he apologized to me for guilt tripping me into staying with him or else he would 💀 himself. I've known my whole life that the age of concent is 14 (at least here in Italy) and I didn't know that for him it's 16, I should have done my researches on it but as a young girl it never crossed my mind that in America these rules work differently, about the drawing p0rn of him thing, yes it did happen, I originally DIDN'T want to do it but he guilt tripped me into making it to the point i just gave in and did it, but it never felt right to me and i know i'm in the wrong cus i should have stayed strong and not do it, but my fear of him hurting himself because of me overpowered me (he actually did hurt himself because i left him once and he showed me a photo with a bl33ding arm wrapped up in the hospital).

now I obviously know better and I restrain myself from talking to minors unless I'm in a group where they are also present (aka a server) or I know them irl, like my Art students.

I even made an apology video where I personally wrote and read outloud apologies to all the people I've hurt in the past, including my ex, and have also done a live where I listened to one of the people I've hurt;

(You can watch then if you want, you're not forced to)

Now, for the whole "drawing two siblings in a love relationship" thing, I was a child and didn't know any better. I thought it was normal considering that I knew two siblings that loved eachother that way and didn't know it was actually wrong, I stopped this as soon as someone pointed out in the comments back on Amino that it was actually wrong and weird.

I know the things i did were wrong and i made amends for those mistakes, we all did in our own little, I've been trying to move on from my past mistakes, I've apologized over and over for my mistakes and I want the fact that everyone who was involved has happily moved on and were all friends now to be acknowledged. I don't want some ignorant person to bring back what was already fixed a long time ago.

So if you could please stop harassing me in my ask box that would be nice, thank you for reading if you bothered to read all the way up to here, and thank you to all the friends of mine that have been supportive of me through this all, thank you.

[holder-of-saturn]

Alastor x modern day reader

summary: reader who has a phone and uses it. what Alastor is like if he knew someone who has a phone.

word count: 814

You decided to go the hotel for who knows what, weirdly you took attachment to Alastor. He took a while to get used to you on the other hand. He didn't understand why you were obsessed with that—box of noise and all that, of course he was playing dumb, he knows it's a phone.

you don't know why you were attached to him, maybe his style, how he acted, who knows really. He does know why he is interested in you though! He finds it interesting what people of todays time are like of course

he's met with other sinners of more recent times, but never had one at his disposal, right at the hotel. So he finds it fun to check in on you at times, aka coming up behind you randomly. He has asked about the phone you have, and you did explain a bit to him. Why people use them, what makes them so fun, how they work, all that jazz. He did ask if you could play jazz, but said it could never compare to real jazz on the radio.

Always just comes to check what you're doing on it, sometimes even stays in the room to read or do something else. Not if you're playing videos or music, because usually those are inappropriate and not his style at all. You try not to torture him too much.. try

If y'all are even more involved with one another, he starts to question about how much you're on that thing. He asked you one time and you had to check the settings, let's just say it's been more than you think. He kept asking you that, so now you just have it where you can see it easier on your home screen.

He sets a time limit for you, and you have to follow it. If you don't he will break your phone, he's done it to Angel before. You have a time limit of 5-6 hours a day, he would like it to be 4 but, you argued it wasn't enough and he accepted it. He often tells you to read a book.

it also cannot take up too much of your attention, if he's talking to you, he expects you to look at him, at least acknowledge him. probably the same reason he broke Angels phone if you don't he'll most likely just hit it out of your hands or, if he's feeling nice, call you out on it. Then maybe if you still don't listen he'll break it or something of the sorts.

He won't ever, ever, buy a phone or use one, or any technology. He will let you take photos he's in the background of, don't post them though. He's always static-y in them anyways, he can't allow himself to be seen like that, as if he wants to be. But that's only if you're really fond of him, and he finds you acceptable. He will not at all let people he doesn't like take any kind of photo of him. He also prefers those old cameras and stuff like that

He will not touch it at all with his hands or his own body. Do not even try to get him to, he's very persistent about it. But will always make sure the camera isn't facing toward him if possible, and for your safety, and the hotels, pointed away from everything/everyone. So put it in your pocket or something so nothing can be seen.

Often thinks that Vox is listening and can just come into the hotel out of your phone, using his magical teleporting powers (he didn't word it like that lmao) and reminds you of this fact, telling you about it, do you ever really listen? no, you still don't care.

He asked if you bought it from Vox (Voxtech) and if you've ever meant him. so basically he skeptical of Vox, and if Vox does ever try and do something like that, he'll just gloat to you about how he was right. That fuels his pride

To get this a bit straight, he's not scared of Vox. He just kinda thinks it's annoying, because if Vox does try and of something he'll have to deal with it. And while sometimes it can be quite fun to mess with him, other times he has work he needs to get done. If Vox does ever try something he'll be able to handle it

so inclusion, he's interested, entertained and skeptical of it a bit. If y'all are close he will make sure you're not always on the thing, and he will break it/get it out of your hands when needed; he isn't interested in doing anything with one of course, but he doesn't mind you using it. as long as he still gets the attention he wants. and also he thinks vox is annoying.

⟪First post!!!⟫ (kinda)

somehow I made this more about Vox then I was going to lmao, I still like it. also this seems like more then 814 words but whatever

[tumblingghosts]

For the ask game about AUs

Time travelling Sejanus, he goes back to when he and his family have just moved to the Capitol!

ayy time travel ask! :DD

to make this au slightly different from living the life you dream, sejanus goes back from hanging tree to the day after the plinths move to the capitol rather than the day before-

1) his parents don't think anything is off when sejanus wakes up in tears. they attribute it to the distress of moving and try to offer comfort, but still insist that he needs to go to school the next day. he's already made a 'first impression' with his classmates, and he isn't looking forward to it. what does primary school matter if he graduates in the top 24 of the academy only to be executed?

2) sejanus is not in a good mental state when he faces the second day of classes. ma had given him a box of sweets to help him endear him to his classmates, and he already knows it won't work if he tries to offer them. sejanus can't make himself throw away what his ma had taken her time to make, so he ends up writing an unsigned note that it's for the class and leaves it on one of the desks. sugar is expensive and none of his classmates are going to refuse free desserts.

3) sejanus does his best to keep his head down bc he really doesn't have the emotional capacity to face their hostility again. it doesn't matter. his classmates take an issue with the fact he's even there. eight-year-olds have don't have as much of a verbal filter as eighteen-year-olds. he meets coriolanus's eyes over arachne's shoulder when she confronts him and does his best to not acknowledge what brought him to the hanging tree.

4) there's something about facing their cruelty after finding some kind of freedom in d12 that makes it worse. it's hard to look at arachne remembering her throat slit. it's hard to face diana and apollo knowing they died before he did. he keeps leaving anonymous desserts and remains silent. it blows up in his face when clemensia shows up to class early one day and finds out that he's the one who has been leaving them out.

5) clemmie doesn't actually have much of a problem with it since her classmates have been eating it for weeks now and everyone has been fine. she also knows that she might not have taken one in the first place if she had known that sejanus had been the one leaving them. she doesn't say anything about it. they aren't quite friends, but she tries to be nice rather than just ignoring him. sejanus hadn't intended it, but it's a start.

(aka sejanus spends a lot of time processing trauma and friendship has a way of happening when you're not looking for it)

thanks for the au!! <33

[toska-writes]

What about Y/N not liking their haircut because their bangs keep getting in their eyes? They want to keep their bangs long because they love the haircut, but they are highly debating cutting them off due to the annoyance. What if Hunter helps them fix it? Aka, him giving Y/N one of his spare bandanas to wear and push their bangs back, wearing it kinda like a headband.

I'm a sucker for big brother/dad!Hunter

I’m dying this is tooooo cute!

“Vision”

Summary: your hair has been getting in the way for maker knows how long, but your just not ready to let go of the style yet. I’m sure Hunter has a solution for that

Paring: Hunter x GN padawan reader (PLATONIC!!)

Warning: mentions of scissors but nothing else, WE 👏LOVE👏DAD👏HUNTER

Word count: 801 I wrote this all out and of course it got deleted and I couldn’t get it back but we pressed on anyways!

Notes: apologies to everyone else that requested the fic- I really should do first come first serve but this way I don’t burn out as fast if I want to write an idea right away

The damp noodles you called your hair fell in front of your face yet again as you tried to style them.

A groan seeped past your teeth as you pounded a hand onto the freshers counter.

The door opened with a whoosh when you stomped quickly through the havoc marauder searching for someone.

That person however was not in the cockpit as you hoped.

“Where’s Tech.” You growled at Crosshair who was the only other person in the ship.

He continued to clean as normal while you stood there before finally he acknowledged you and answered. “Dunno.”

Rolling your eyes you asked. “Well do you know where a pair of scissors are?”

“Hmm.” He though for a moment disassembling another part of his blaster. “Dunno.”

“Wow thanks Cross your so helpful.” You grumbled leaving to same way you came in with frustrated footsteps

“Anytime. Always happy to help Y/N.” He called after you. The words were drowned out as you made your way off the ship.

The light of the setting sun was bright as you squinted along the horizons in search.

The figures of Hunter and Wrecker seemed to be sparing basking in the last few hours of the day. Thankfully however your sights landed on an open tool box laying by the bottom of the ship.

Quickly grabbing them you turned and were about the make your way inside when a voice stoped you.

“You go swimming Y/N?” Wrecker asked with a laugh walking up to you. “Looking like a wet tooka don’t you think.”

An elbow to his side made his laughter quite down just a bit.

“I hope you don’t plan yo cut your hair with those.” Hunter added when his brother was finished. “Believe me it’s not gonna go well.”

Wreckers laugher started back up. “I remember that serge.” His giggles broke apart his words. “You looked so stupid with half your hair a different length and all in you face. Those long necks weren’t thrilled.”

“Thanks Wreck.” Hunter rolled his eyes before he returned them to you.

“What am I supposed to do then?” You asked with a sigh placing the scissors in Hunter’s outstretched hand. “I really like this style.”

“You know Tech would be crushed if you cut it. He worked so hard on that.” Wrecker said looking between the two of you.

“Come with me I got an idea.” You followed Hunter back into the ship like his shadow as he scanned for something.

Unsatisfied he continued to where his bunk was, pulling something from underneath he presented to you his brilliant idea.

“There you go kid. It always keeps the hair from my face.” A bandana sat in Hunters hand. The red was a little more faded then the one he currently hand on. The skull design was printed on this one as well.

You started at him for a moment before quickly pulling him into a hug. “It’s perfect Hunter! We’re gonna match and everything now!”

Hunter went stiff under your hold before adding. “Well if you’ll turn around I’ll tie it for you.”

The bangs were brushed back from your eyes and the soft material was pressed against your forehead when Hunter was making sure it was centered. Tying it securely at the back of your head you beamed up at Hunter.

“I love it!” You exclaimed running from the room to show the others. A prideful smile was painted all over Hunters features as he followed you.

“Oh ho ho would you look at that!” He heard Wrecker practically shout as he leaned against the doorframe to the cockpit.

“Now we’re gonna have to get you matching armor as well!”

You looked over at Crosshair expectantly before he glanced up and met your gaze. After a moment he said. “Now everyone’s gonna know you’re with us when you cause a problem.”

You watched him continue to cleaning while laughing “Guess that means that your gonna have to make sure I don’t get caught then.”

“It appears I have missed something.” Tech appeared behind Hunter silently when he entered the ship. He carried many bags full of all different kinds of supplies.

Turning around and taking a bag from his brother Hunter said. “Ehh nothing much.”

You shook your head smiling to your self as you also took another bag from Tech.

“I like the headband.” Tech added when you were face to face.

You smiled again looking up to Tech. “Why thank you.” You dipped your head slightly. “I also heard about when Hunter cut his hair when you were cadets and I was wonder-“

“I’ll show you plenty of pictures in a moment after this stuff his organized.” He nodded his head knowingly shuffling passed you.

That was definitely going to be something to see

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