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matsbarzal · 3 years ago

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can you please do fluff #15 with Jamie Oleksiak???

15. "i can't wait to see you." - jamie oleksiak

word count: 1.6k pairing: jamie oleksiak x reader

Jamie had left for Seattle the day he got the call from his agent.

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t upset about how quickly things were changing. One second, he was a fan favourite of the Dallas Stars, next he was being left unprotected and easily getting swept up by the Seattle Kraken in the midst of the expansion draft.

He had promised you things wouldn’t change too much, that the two of you would be able to work everything out and figure out what you were going to do, whether you were going to follow him to Seattle or try to make it work from miles away. He had promised you that you guys would figure it out before engulfing you up in his arms, his body wrapping eagerly around you as you pressed yourself as close to his as you could.

Jamie bid you goodbye with an eager press to your lips, his body ducking down while your lips moulded against each other, the unspoken words flowing through before he pulled away, a quick press of his lips to your forehead and one last hug before he had to make his way through the airport.

That was three days ago, and you were already starting to lose it a little on the inside. Jamie was busy, you knew that it was inevitable, but the two of you had barely had the opportunity to talk, the Kraken hoarding him and his teammates during the short week they had with them before they let the players loose for the summer.

Every time your phone vibrated, or your watch dinged, or you felt even the slightest movement of your phone, you were pulling it up to your face and trying to figure out if it was Jamie messaging you or calling you, but it never was. Especially in the middle of the day.

Except for this time.

The FaceTime request shined bright on the screen in front of you, Jamie’s contact name evident at the top of the screen as the FaceTime sound made its way throughout the small deck you found yourself on. You were still in Jamie’s Dallas house, agreeing that he’d meet you there the moment Seattle let him go free for the summer.

His face appeared on the screen, a wide toothy grin crossing his face when he made eye contact through the screen.

“Look at that beautiful damn face, baby. I’ve missed you.”

Sticking your tongue out at him, you could feel your cheeks start to warm as his compliment. “Don’t go getting all sappy now, Big Rig, I still have almost a week until I get to see your handsome face in person.”

“What if it was… less than a week?”

Quirking an eyebrow at him, urging him to continue as you didn’t let any words pass your lips.

“I’ve been thinking. We have a lot of free time in Seattle, I’ve just been spending it with the boys, but Ebs is bringing his wife up on Thursday, and Tanev said he’s flying his girlfriend up tomorrow. You wanna come? See the city I’m going to beg you to move to?”

The immense joy that burst inside of you at his words was incomparable. That was the last thing you were expecting Jamie to say, you didn’t even let a thought cross your mind before you were nodding your head eagerly, a large grin taking over your face as you looked at your boyfriend through the screen.

“Oh my god, yes. Obviously yes, one hundred times yes.”

A wide grin took over Jamie’s face as he watched your excitement play out. He had barely given it a though when his teammates said they were bringing their wives and girlfriends to go house-hunting with them, citing the fact that it would be a better idea to get started now than at the end of the summer and right before training camp.

Jamie quickly jumped on the idea, knowing full well that there was no guarantee you were moving from Dallas to Seattle for him, but after all of the houses he had the opportunity to see in his few days here, he knew it would be easy enough to convince you how worth it the move would be. He just didn’t know how right he was.

“Glad you said yes, your plane ticket should already be sitting in your email. See you tomorrow at 10am, babe.”

Mock groaning at the early flight time, all you did was pout as Jamie continued to grin back at you.

“I can’t wait to see you, baby.”

“I can’t wait to see you either, lover.”

Your arms barely wrapped all the way around his body, your frame tucked happily against his own large one as the both of you ignored the hordes of people walking past. Solely focused on each other, Jamie whispered sweet nothings in your ear, telling you how much he’d missed you, and how happy he was to see you, and how excited he was for you to see Seattle.

The cool air of his rental car greeted you kindly, the warm Seattle air unexpected. You couldn’t deny that Jamie was right, Seattle was beautiful, and you did love it practically the moment you saw it.

His hand was pressed gently against the exposed thigh above your knee, eagerly pressing a kiss to your lips at every stoplight, squeezing your thigh with every laugh that passed his lips. You had missed him so much, and this was why. He was attentive, and kind, and just a constant figure, he constantly made his presence known and apparent, constantly made sure you knew how loved you were and how obsessed with you he was.

“I feel like we’re going the complete opposite way of the hotel?”

“How would you know where the hotel is, nerd? You’ve never even been here before.”

Pursuing your lips at him, you turned your head slightly to look out the back window, the downtown core of Seattle highlighted in the view you were currently looking at. Forcing your body back around to glance at him, you quirked an eyebrow in response.

Rolling his eyes playfully, all Jamie did was squeeze your thigh again and grin. “I’m showing you something that I think you’ll love. Brought you out here for a reason, didn’ I?”

Shrugging your shoulders with a smile, you grabbed his much larger hand and entwined your fingers with his. His response: a light and gentle squeeze before pressing the back of your hand to his lips and then moving your entwined fingers back to the top of your thigh.

The house began to appear, the downtown core slowly dissipating as Jamie made his way more and more towards the suburbs of Seattle. The houses were all beautiful, the minimalistic and cottage core-like aesthetic flowing through the area the deeper and deeper Jamie found himself driving.

It took a few minutes for Jamie to find the parking lot he was looking for, a playground parking lot the most vacant lot he could find in the area. Curious, you followed his lead, unbuckling your seatbelt and following him out of the car. His arm easily wrapped around your shoulder as he directed you on where to walk, the conversation flowing lightly between the two of you.

The area was quiet, there were some families on the playground, couples walking their dogs, but it was quiet, and homey. Similar to the area you and Jamie lived in, in Dallas.

Pointing with his hand that wasn’t attached to the arm wrapped around your shoulder, you averted your eyes to gaze at the object. Your eyes met the bright right of a ‘sold’ sign, the beautiful mint-coloured home behind it staring back at you.

“Jordan Eberle and his wife bought this house before they even looked at it. Ebs and I went yesterday, it’s so gorgeous in there. You’d love it. Open-concept kitchen, the living room couches won’t be pressed against the wall, the master bedroom has two walk-in closets. You’d be so jealous.”

You couldn’t deny the jealousy that creeped up inside of you at the sounds of what he was describing. Four things ticked off your list for the future house Jamie and you would one day hopefully inhabit, almost immediately? Sounded too good to be true.

The two of you continued, before stopping in front of a second house, just steps away from the previous one you had eyed.

“This house is almost identical. Except for the colour, obviously. But the baby blue and white are cute, no?”

Nodding your head at his words, you couldn’t deny that the house was cute. Minimalistic, a nice white porch, a swing prevalent just steps away from the front door. Just the outside alone was everything you had always dreamed of and more.

“Almost the same setup inside, except one of the walls on the main floor may have to be torn down to accommodate an open concept kitchen,” quirking an eyebrow at his words, you turned to him with a questioning look in his eyes.

“I want you to move to Seattle with me, I’m prepared to put an offer in for this house in 25 minutes if you say you like the house and that you’ll move here. I’ll even let you decorate it to your heart’s desire, be our own little interior designer or whatever.”

You could barely contain the smile of glee at his words, you had been on edge about following Jamie to another city after getting situated in Dallas for the second time, change was hard, but when it felt like change kept occurring every two years… well… it made things even more difficult.

It was like Jamie could sense your worries as he started again, “Seattle’s in it for the long-run. The contracts five years. I think here is it for us, baby. I think you’d love it here, and I think you’d love this house.”

“Show me our future house then, Mr. Oleksiak.”

note: I hope you enjoyed!!! thank you for requesting one <3

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365runesoftheamalgamations · 2 years ago

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4, 33, 57 on the deeply personal questions!

(which apparently you reblogged from me, that's amazing bc i don't remember this post at all)

hello and how are you?

Oh goodness, yeah, no, we remember seeing it from you, wanting to do it, getting a little scared, and then sticking it in the draft hoards bc we are a baby. ヾ(≧ ▽ ≦)ゝ

But thank you for the ask! Let's see how much pain and terror you are going to put us through, yes?

The Ask Game In Question! c:

Four: Are you insecure?

Oh gosh, just gonna break us like a glowstick and throw us down a flight of stairs right off the bat, huh? （＞人＜；）

Well, the short answer is yes. We are honestly very insecure about a lot of things, mostly to do with relationships and our body. Major body dysphoria and just some really bad relations as we grew up made us a very big ball personifying that terrible question of, "But am I good enough?"

Thirty-Three: Do you have trust issues?

Oh the gods, our beloved Fear, why are you slicing us open and stabbing us through with lances, these questions are just hitting us one after the other. （；´д｀）ゞ

Another short answer for this one would be another yes. We had... a few relationships that ended up in our dismissal and abandonment. We lived through a lot of people... outgrowing us, to be gentle, and fucking ghosting us, to be rough. And we had one major one that basically turned into a giant fuckfest with the bastard.

Fifty-Seven: Do you believe in true love?

Honestly, we think this is more of a desire than true belief. We love thinking of that, of wanting it and imagining and giving it a voice with some of our Creations. But we also tend to find it faulty and failing in some ways, when we try to chase it ourselves.

May one day hold true love for all of us, in one way or another.

This Ask Led To 125 Words! (•́⌄•́๑)૭✧

Into The Word Box: 9,435

#Runes of Knowledge #70 horrible questions #ask games #answered asks #into the word box #onto the next hundred+

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gnocchighoul · 5 years ago

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Gains and Goofs

Summary: In which Beel just wants to do push-ups and Belphie is a brat. MC gets stuck between them :)

Reader is gender neutral :D

Warnings: None, this is pure fluff

Word Count: 1.7k

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Hell has officially frozen over.

Sort of. Not all of Hell—just your little corner of it. Specifically just the House of Lamentation.

The AC broke. Of course it didn’t break normally though—oh no, it just so happened to be the one AC unit in all of the Devildom that broke by chilling the house to arctic temperatures. It’s not even an exaggeration—the windows are freezing over. From the inside.

If Lucifer hadn’t taken your D.D.D hostage, you would’ve followed through on your threat to call up Lord Diavolo and beg to stay at the demon lord’s palace. Lucifer might enjoy suffering in this arctic hell, but you sure as heck don’t. The whole thing is such a shame, really—the lonely prince would have totally loved the imposing company.

Alas, you’ll probably never see him again. RIP to your biweekly sessions of afternoon tea and gossip. By your calculations, you are precisely 96 minutes away from turning into a human popsicle. You probably would have lasted longer, were it not for the thieving and hoarding of a certain snuggle monster.

The snuggle monster in question, Belphie, is in his bed, tucked away within a massive fortress of blankets. The little shit had gone into your room and stolen yours, as well as Beel's, and Spiderman only knows who else’s—you can hardly see him amidst all the colorful fabrics. A flash of skin here, a patch of clothing there—he's so wrapped up that you aren't even sure if he's breathing.

And then there's you. Halfway tangled in Belphie's nest, halfway out in the cold and violently shivering your tush off. You had desperately tried to squirm your way into the mass of fabric, but Belphie was a master at cocooning himself. The layers of blankets made for a frustratingly effective armor, and your unsuccessful efforts left you sprawled on top of him, miserably tangled up in the first two layers like a fish in a net.

You are suffering.

Even your high-and-mighty roommates are suffering. Last time you had seen him, Lucifer had been wearing his jacket normally—not like some kind of cool, vampire-y cape. Even Asmo, Mr. I-Wear-Sleeveless-Shirts-In-Freezing-Weather had caved and bundled up in layers. Cashmere, respectively.

You’re pretty sure that Levi has gone into a deep-sleep coma, much like a Floridian iguana. The poor, cold-blooded thing. At least he’s sleeping for once. He’ll be fine. Probably. You don’t know how Satan and Mammon are dealing with the cold. Because of their silence, you’ve come to the conclusion that they’ve also frozen solid and perished. They will all be missed.

There is only one member of this household that is not suffering. One could even say he’s thriving. And who might that be?

Beelzebub.

Apparently, one side effect of having a black hole for a stomach is an insanely fast metabolism—Beel constantly runs warm because of it. He may as well have a bonfire in his tummy—that boy is like a damned furnace. You could roast marshmallows in the heat that comes off his body. Really good ones, with just the right balance between crisp and fluff.

Needless to say, Beel is enjoying these tundra temperatures. At some point during your failed attempt to leech off of Belphie’s snuggles and stolen blankets, Beel had settled into his workout routine—which so far has consisted of push-ups. Lots and lots of push-ups.

He’s currently somewhere in the upper 400 range, with no signs of slowing down or stopping anytime soon. He’s hardly broken a sweat, and there isn’t a trace of fatigue in his form. His muscles are unbearably distracting—you’re supposed to be attacking Belphie’s fortress of warmth. But how on earth are you supposed to concentrate on doing that when the big beefy boi is literally right there looking like a whole snack?

A draft of bitter air wisps over you, and you hug your knees tighter to your chest. Your body feels brittle—like a single touch could shatter you. Your brain is probably more ice than gray matter at this point, and you don’t know how you’re going to fight off the cold. It’s not like Belphie is going to let you warm up in his kingdom of blankets any time soon.

Your eyes tick around the room, looking for something—anything—that could save you. You glance at the closet—you guess that another sweater or two (or five) might help. Your eyes stray lower, to the floor, and—

Oh. Oh my. Now isn’t that a very appealing opportunity.

Beel’s palms are pressed firmly against the floor, elbows slightly bent and back perfectly straight. His eyes are trained steady on the floor space between his large hands, where his D.D.D is playing a video of the cooking show variety.

Perfect.

You roll off the bed and stagger over to Beel, burying your nose into the collar of your sweater in a feeble attempt to block out the icy air. He’s so focused on the enormous gourmet pizza in the video that he doesn’t notice your presence until you clamber on top of him.

It’s a feat that you execute with immense precision and grace—you certainly don’t just flop onto his back with a very unattractive “oof” and cling onto him in the hopes that you won't just bounce off his back.

And hoo boy this is a thousand times better than any old mess of blankets.

Beel pauses on the ascent, which gives you just enough time to wrap your arms loosely around his neck, your legs crossing securely around his lower waist. You cling to him like a baby koala and smile against his firm shoulder. You’ve only just settled, but the warmth of his body is already seeping into your frozen limbs and thawing you out. Oh yes, he’s wonderful.

“Whatcha watchin’?” you ask, peeping at the phone.

“Bon Appédevil.” Beel says. He carries on with his push-ups, completely unaffected by your clingy human antics.

“Is this alright?"

"Mhm. Just don't fall off, okay?" Beel turns his head slightly to crack a smile at you. When he dips down low to the floor, you can feel how his corded muscles tense and shift, flexing taut each time he completes a push-up.

"Aye aye captain!" You lift a hand to salute, then the world spins horribly when you lose your balance and pitch to the right. Beel snorts and gives you a second to readjust, unable to move much anyways due to your panicked grappling, then continues once you've securely latched back on.

You stay like this for a good amount of time. You’re not sure how long exactly—the combination of Beel's warmth and the steady rhythm of his push-ups has you happily dozing off, but suddenly, you are dragged back to the moment by the fussy sloth monster himself.

From the cozy depths of the blanket mound, a muffled voice slurs, "Where’d you go? Whas goin' on over there?"

"Push-ups." Beel says.

Belphie's head pops out of the blankets—tufts of hair sticking up at odd angles, eyes glassy from sleep—and you're a bit surprised because you thought his butt had been there. Had you been laying on his head that whole time??

You shoot him a grin that is most certainly not smug in any way shape or form. “'Sup, Bells?"

Belphie sits up with a great big stretch, then collapses back onto the mattress with all the grace of a discombobulated panda. He squints at you. “What are you doing? You’re supposed to be snuggling with me."

"You call that snuggling?" you say. "You wouldn't even let me in the blankets! I was freezing."

A lazy smile pulls at Belphie's lips. "I wanted you to work for it."

"You're such an ass."

Your surroundings stop moving up and down as Beel pauses mid-pushup to click on a new video. When he resumes, Belphie reaches out to you like a child and whines, "Come baaaaaack."

You cling tighter to Beel. "No way. This is a thousand times better than just laying on a bed."

"Oh, really?”

He’s got that tone in his voice. The plotting tone.

You’re expecting him to do something petty—pry you off of Beel and haul you to the bed, or push you to the ground and take your place.

You’re not expecting him to collapse on top of you and crush you like a bug, but that’s exactly what he does. He laughs at the pathetic wheeze that’s squeezed out of your lungs and winds his arms snugly around you and Beel, at the same time hooking his ankles around Beel’s and effectively caging you with his body.

Somehow, throughout the whole ordeal, Beel manages to keep doing push-ups. It’s impressive and a little bit scary.

“Go away, you jerk!” you twist your hips, trying to knock Belphie off your back, but he just clutches onto you like a determined and horrible sloth.

“Hey, you were right. This is nice.” Belphie snuggles his face into the crook of your neck with a happy hum and squeezes you tighter. You can’t move. This is not in accordance with your plan. “We should do this more often.”

“You’re squishing me,” you wheeze.

“Don’t be such a wimp, you’re fine.”

“Can you two stop squirming? It’s getting hard to focus.” Beel says.

Defeated, you let out an exaggerated sigh and go limp. No point in holding on when Belphie’s doing all the work for you.

This isn’t so bad, you suppose. Being stuck in the middle of a demon sandwich. Maybe it’s even a little bit nice. The twins are cozy and warm, and they smell like a homey combo of sugar and spice—it’s only a matter of time before you start to smell like cinnamon cookies.

As far as broken AC experiences go, this is a surprisingly good one. You could be worse off—like, for example, Levi, who you’ve completely forgotten about, what with him being all comatose. You were supposed to check on him like 30 minutes ago, but he’ll be fine. Probably. You’re having a great time and that’s all that really matters!

Who would’ve guessed that Hell freezing over would turn into such a wonderful experience for you?

((likes and comments are v appreciated 🥺👉👈))

#obey me #obey me shall we date #swd obey me #obey me! shall we date?#obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me beel #obey me belphie #gnocchiwrites #obey me fanfic #obey me headcanons #obey me hc

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malicmalic · 2 years ago

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LAST LINE TAG

Thanks @demonicsoulmates for tagging me, I admit I have maybe only once done something like this.

I present to you the latest written lines of Evil that Men do, starring (not yet full detective) Dean and (police Captain) Bobby Singer.

“You wanted to see me, sir?” Dean asked, peering over the door he just opened. He had no idea why the Captain asked for him, there was no hint of what was going on; and he had no idea if it was good or bad.

“Get in and shut the door, will ya? You’re letting the draft in.” Captain Singer grumbled, rummaging over the piles of papers that were on his desk. He seemed like the type of a person to hoard old books and everything that might contain information of any sort. His desk was littered with papers and files, but he normally seemed to know exactly where everything was. Ignoring Dean, the Captain continued to grumble and Dean had a feeling it was about good old Rufus again. “That damn idjit, thinking he can come in here and mess up my system, I should have him demoted down to the evidence locker…”

“Anything I can do to help?”

“Nah, just have a seat, I just gotta find the new file officer Turner dropped off.” Dean couldn’t help but chuckle as the Captain sneered, but when he moved the chair to do as ordered, he found it was currently occupied by a file folder. Picking it up, Dean offered it to the Captain. “This what you’re looking for, sir?”

“That slimy little… Gimme that!” Dean handed the file over, lifting his hands up in mock surrender, smiling, and the Captain scoffed at him then sat down and opened the file. Dean followed suit. He sat there and watched as the Captain skimmed the file, his frown deepening with every new page. When he came to the end, he sighed and flipped it closed before looking up at Dean.

“I know you got a lot on your plate with yer school and exams, but I was hoping you could help the Feds with this one? They've been after this drug dealer for a while and supposedly, he's moved to our town, but it's only speculation. Those idiots couldn't catch a field mouse if the damn thing presented itself for them," he grumbled as he handed Dean the file who immediately flipped it open.

"James Otis AKA Famine? Who names these people?"

"Beats me! Probably some young dimwit, sitting in his nice office, in his nice suit and thinking about spinning a good story. I don't know who is worse – those reporters who come up with these names, or the Feds who keep using them." Dean nodded, agreeing.

"Apparently, he is selling some new Japanese stuff that'll make you super addictive to it. CPH4, I think it's called."

Since I am a little brat and I have some favorite authors I want to bug, I nominate @gingerswagfreckles, @ltleflrt, @thanks-tacos , @casuallyneurotic and @mslilylashes. Hopefully they will indulge me in sharing a snippet of their latest chapter/story. 😊😇🥰 (I love you guys, please, don't kill me)

#casdean #fanfiction #dean winchester #bobby singer #destiel

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humanlighthouse · 3 years ago

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Fic Writer Interview Meme

I was tagged by my beloved @s1utspeare 💖✨ I’m doing this one quickly before it gets buried under notes, sorry to everyone who tagged me in stuff, the last few weeks have been insane and my wifi is still down, but I saw all of the tags and I love you so much for thinking of me?? I’ll get to them if I ever find them again 😓

name: Anna, HumanLighthouse on everything that counts!

fandoms: I almost exclusively write for DMBJ now and it’s the only fandom I’ve ever been actually involved in? I wrote one long fic for Anne with an E (the lovely, lovely Netflix show based on Anne of Green Gables) and another for the still-not-famous-enough, amazing webseries Edgar Allan Poe’s Murder Mystery Invite-Only Casual Dinner Party/Gala For Friends Potluck (yes, that’s the title, check it out if you like literature, that thing is brilliant), that I am pretty proud of, to the point that I made @jockvillagersonly watch it just so they could read my fic 🙈 I am shameless like that. Both are teeny tiny fandoms, but very sweet and welcoming! I also have a fic on hiatus for MDZS, some SongXiao angst/fix-it, and I read a lot of meta in that fandom but I’m not really involved in it? There’s just too much going on now. I was really into Reylo and Entrapdak for a while too, but like MDZS the fandoms got too big and I just ended up muting everything and rereading old favorites :/

two-shot: Like most writers I think, I tend to either do one-shots or multiple chapters. I’ve noticed that my emotional one-shots are usually super short, around 1.5k at most, my smut fics are <8k, and then you have the monstrosity that is my Slave AU, currently clocking in at 40k at about a third of the story… I am wide I contain multitudes and all that Before I admitted to myself that I was mostly a smut writer, I used to do like... first chapter of PG-13 fluff, and then the smut in a separate chapter but who am I kidding anymore...

most popular multi-chapter fic: And Sleep My Senses In Forgetfulness, my sleepy hospital fic, which is just gratuitous fluff (and smut). It’s one of my favorite fics so I’m really happy to see people like it!

actual worst part of writing: Not finding the proper word!! I swear by wordhippo (thesaurus.com judges me for writing porn and refuses to give me appropriately sexy synonyms, I swear) but sometimes the word just does… not… exist? or not in the right language, and it’s SO FRUSTRATING, sometimes I have the perfect movement or image in mind and I can't find the correct word for it 😭

how you choose your titles: They’re almost always adapted from lines of poetry and/or song lyrics, I hoard a bunch in my phone notes for when I need a good title. @jaecomments once asked about my titling process for one fic that didn’t take its title from that hoard, and like I told her, I literally googled “Neruda fabric” and found a good quote 😂 sorry about ruining the magic, guys 😂

do you outline: YES. I canNOT write without outlining, and outlining is my favorite part of writing. Back when I was writing my thesis, it drove my advisor crazy because I took like…. a year and a half to outline stuff before I could actually WRITE anything and he was like “are you actually working??” and yes I was, bro, respect the process plz. My drafts are pretty crude in wording but very detailed and apparently it’s kinda weird to read them? You’re lucky I spare (most of) you guys 😂

ideas you probably won’t get around to, but wouldn’t it be nice: Oh sorry, did you mean my entire WIP list

callouts @ me: WRITE THE WIPS BEFORE MAKING MORE DRAFTS

best writing traits: I am thoroughly incapable of assessing my own competence and I keep getting blown away by the incredibly sweet comments I get?? I’d say that apparently I write pretty good smut 😬 intimacy and domesticity is my favorite thing so I guess that statistically I must have written some nice bits on that. Oh, and I try very hard to keep track of stuff like furniture, clothes, number of limbs, current actions etc.!

spicy tangential opinion: Dick therapy is valid - oh did you mean the other kind of spicy? Clichés are clichés for a reason, and that reason is that they work, embrace the cheesiness my friends

Tagging @mejomonster @jockvillagersonly and whoever else I haven’t seen tagged already! 💖💕

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amphtaminedreams · 4 years ago

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Spring/Summer & Haute Couture Week 2021: Whoops, I’ve Missed a Loooot (Part 2)

Hey to anyone reading,

I’m so sorry for the gap between the last fashion week review post and this one! Argh. I had no idea I posted it as long ago as the beginning of March but I think we can all agree that lockdown has fucked with our perceptions of time completely. I wish I could say the delay in posting was as simple as me being busy but I’ve also started to reflect on whether or not I want to carry on this format of posts for the time being; on the scale of problems, this one is wayyy down there in the very lower quartile of the first world region, but my motivation to carry on this kind of content in the form of long-winded text posts is...meh...not so much there anymore. At first I was thinking the issue was that working on these was my last priority on my daily to-do lists but as I’ve got back into writing fiction, it’s kind of occurred to me that the fact I was putting these posts on my to-do lists in the first place along with things like doing the ironing and contacting student finance speaks volumes. When I’m back from work or winding down, opening up Tumblr and coming back to this draft isn’t something that I think of as a fun stress reliever in the way drafting stories is. It doesn’t feel like I’m using my imagination or my creativity or expressing myself in any way and it’s not much of an escape from day to day life in the way that writing dialogue or exploring characters is. Maybe it’s because I’ve done quite a few of these posts now but I just tend to feel like I’m repeating myself, you know kinda like when you’re writing an essay and trying to fill up a word count; of course there are collections that I do have a lot of opinions on but by and large, sometimes it boils down to THESE CLOTHES ARE JUST FUCKING PRETTY, OKAY?! There’s only so many things you can say about a tulle skirt or an exaggerated collar before you want to strangle yourself with said tulle. I used to think iF VoGUe RuNwaY wRitErs CaN dO iT WhAT's MY exCusE until I realised that 1). Vogue Runway writers actually get paid and 2). for the most part all they do is explain the designer's intentions behind the collections verbatim without giving a critical opinion anyway.

I think a lot of the pressure I feel to justify what are in reality quite simple observations and opinions goes back to some of the feelings I explained in my first ever fashion week review where people who know more about fashion and have a formal education in the subject tend to be kind of gatekeep-y and elitist. It can never be that you appreciate different things about a collection but rather than one of you has taste and the other doesn’t and if it wasn’t obvious, the taste level assigned to you by the powers that be tend to positively correlate with the amount of money you have available to spend on a degree that has a reputation for failing to provide a steady income, which for most makes it an unrealistic avenue to pursue. I know, I know, the pressure is totally self-inflicted and wholly imagined seeing as I have under 500 followers on here and those who do interact with these posts most likely do so for the pictures but I still feel it, and given that I’m going to have enough external pressure to write essays when I return to uni in September, why on earth am I wasting time putting it on myself? When just posting photosets of my favourite looks is not only actually enjoyable for me but is also what other people WANT to see too? Nobody wants to read a self-indulgent paragraph like this when they’re here for the clothes and to be honest, for the most part I don’t want to write them anyway unless it’s something I have strong feelings about or if a collection can only be properly appreciated with analysis. I think I’ve made pretty clear which designers I’m a fan of, do you really need to hear me raving about Gucci or Zimmerman or Miu Miu or Balenciaga again? Is there gonna be anything revolutionary in yet another rant about Maria Grazia? Course not. I mean, if you are reading, you might have to witness those things one last time because I do intend to finish off this season’s review in this format for consistency purposes and because I’ve already got all the notes now but on the whole, I doubt anyone will miss my rambles.

So, with all that in mind, I think after I finish my S/S21 posts I am gonna start just uploading these posts without the written part. I mean, for one, the simplicity of doing this means I’m much less likely to procrastinate making them which in turn means I’ll be able to get them out right after the shows as a kind of summary as opposed to months later when they’re no longer as relevant. This will also give me more time to work on the writing I actually enjoy. Right now I’m going through and editing my 17 year old self’s “grown-up” take on the Pretty Little Liars blackmail murder mystery style plot line which I wrote back when I was completely and utterly obsessed with the show and bitterly disappointed by the last couple of seasons. The writing is pretty mediocre and often hugely cringey to read back now but I am still a fan of the basic plot and I’m genuinely motivated to see if I can make it something actually worth reading, and to get onto that ASAP; this feels especially important right now given that the HBO version of the series’ apparent upcoming release has sent that ever-present writer’s fear of seeing-your-same-storyline-done-better-by-somebody-else-thus-forever-relegating-your-version-to-being-the-poor-imitation-so-you-gotta-get-there-first into overdrive (or maybe that’s just me and my neuroses). Again, it’s a totally unfounded fear based on the fact that the HBO show will probs get millions of viewers whilst I will be doing little more than shouting into the void but anybody who’s used Turnitin to submit an essay that ultimately counts for little more than like 1% of your grade or degree will know that no matter how irrelevant your work is, the concept of failing a plagiarism check, be it via a computer algorithm or one random stranger on the internet’s assessment, is enough to conjure visions of the 4 horsemen of the apocalypse galloping towards you screaming “START THE WHOLE THING AGAIN” before releasing a hoarde of 2015 Chanel vs. Walmart style comparison memes.

Now, speaking of Chanel, I should probably get back into the reviewing.

So for the last time for a little while, here’s Christian Siriano:

Siriano’s designs are a great example of work I feel guilty enjoying. I know that when it comes to quality, the high fashion community have a lot of (negative) things to say and I really can’t speak to that because quite honestly, I know very little about textile manufacturing. Solely from my own point of view though, I do like his work a lot. I wouldn’t claim for a minute that he’s a pioneer in terms of his creations but I would 100% love to wear them and I DO hugely admire his commitment to putting women of all sizes on the runway and designing pieces that don’t simply cater to straight up and down types which is more than can be said for most brands. I get that his collections are pretty formulaic, taking what has worked for the likes of Chanel and Alessandra Rich, De La Renta and Carolina Herrera, Michael Kors too (who is kind of guilty of the same thing himself), but that’s not to say his work is bad. Let’s be real, we’ve been on this planet thousands of years, we’re all taking inspiration from someone, and maybe figures like Kors and Siriano could wait a *little* longer before taking said inspiration but their aim at the end of the day is to sell clothes, not break barriers, a task which although often left to the big name brands, they too often fail at. I’m not going to lie, I’m feeling this whimsical mid-century tea party vibe, it’s elegant and it’s cutesy and My Fair Lady-esque, and you bet your arse I would be absolutely thrilled to wear one of these looks on a summer red carpet. I just can’t say no to anything tulle-maybe it’s that I was on Toddlers & Tiaras in a past life or maybe it’s that I watched too many Barbie Princess films growing up, but I like pretty much everything going on here, especially Siriano is giving us matching fedoras too. Plus, can we take a moment to praise Siriano for his COVID relief efforts? Near the beginning of the pandemic, he turned his studio into a mask manufacturing factory in order to send them out as donations, and I think that is very cool.

Then there’s Christopher Kane who once again came through with the most insanely gorgeous prints:

I mean, paint splattering is hardly a new technique but I haven’t seen it done as a print so tastefully before-it eats the Moschino biro scribble print (which apparently was copied too speaking of the tendencies of designers to “borrow” inspiration) for breakfast. It’s shit because there weren’t many looks in this collection and they weren’t really shot in a way that does them any justice but I thought I’d include the few I saved.

Comme Des Garcons is a fave of the high fashion community and one I look forward to seeing at fashion week but can never quite get behind. I appreciate the what-the-fuckery of it all with this show totally being able to pass as a run-through of some kind of nuclear waste themed scare house at one of Thorpe Park’s fright nights. I assume given that and the plastic Mickey Mouse print it’s supposed to be some kind of reference to the part late-stage capitalism has played in the hellish landscape we find ourselves in today? Or something all intellectual? In which case I made my interpretation with farrrr too much confidence. But Anyway! Who knows! I’ll leave the analysis to the fashion students, and give it one word: trippy.

Onto Dion Lee, a brand I truly do get excited to talk about because it’s rare that I don’t LOVE his work.

Without fail, Lee manages to be confidently ahead of the curve without going out of his way to announce it and his genius to everyone with flamboyant shows and exaggerated designs and extortionate prices. He is very much an underdog in the fashion world in terms of big names but you’ll be hard pressed to find anyone who doesn’t love his collections. His S/S21 collection is one of my favourites of the bunch. I love seeing something I’ve never seen before and the palm leaf breast plate is so odd but so cool and so perfectly Dion Lee at the same time; we’ve seen jungle/tropical inspired collections sooo many times *cough cough D&G cough cough* and THIS is how you make them fresh and unique. I mean, never in a million years did I think I’d get behind the resurgence of the gladiator sandal trend but Lee has me changing my mind. This is one of the very rare times you will ever see me using this meme to praise a man but:

I mean, he has Fernanda Ly modelling for him, that the man has taste goes without saying.

Now for a bit of a full circle moment, given that I did actually praise Dior’s haute couture collection in my first ever post; Maria Grazia did GOOD. Well, with haute couture at least.

She’s always pretty hamfisted with her references, there’s no denying, with that Grecian Goddess style RTW collection typifying that statement completely, but luckily she struck gold this time round; as someone who studied the Tudors for A-level history, seeing a modern take on the exaggeratedly feminine renaissance silhouettes with the baroque prints and the deep jewell tones got me super excited especially when you throw in the dreamy tarot theming and the nods to the mystical and arcane. Seeing as the Heavenly Bodies Met Gala (I know, I know, I need to move on) was some time ago now and Cersei Lannister’s *SPOILER* been crushed by a rock (could also be seen as a metaphor for the irrelevancy David Benioff and D.B Wise condemned GoT to when they aired that shitty ending tehe) and so probably won’t be getting a collection based on her costumes any time soon, this is the only fashion take on this kind of period dress I’m going to get…and you know what? I’m okay with that. Thanks Maria, I guess?

Her RTW collection wasn’t absolutely awful either, and slightly better than the past few collections at least. Put a monkey in a room with a typewriter (or show it enough similar well-received collections) and it will eventually write something that makes sense, don’t they say? I like the nomadic feel of a lot of the looks and there’s beautiful layering going on but the aura of exotic opulence unsurprisingly didn’t stick around for long and I found that there was a decline in quality in the midsection of the show that landed a lot of the outfits in either awkward mother of the bride at a beach wedding or The Only Way is Essex Ocean Beach PLT sponsored poolside party territory. The looks picked back up a bit towards the end stretch of the show but I wasn’t a fan of the Gucci style oversized glasses which were so out of place with the rest of the theming that if anything they seemed like a cheap grab at relevancy. So yeah, a middling, subpar Etro-esque collection which is better than usual for Dior I suppose.

Next, Elie Saab, whose S/S21 collection was kinda disappointing, tbh. Oh how the turns have tabled given that positive Dior review and my usual love of Saab’s collections.

I know his dresses lose some of their appeal when we can’t see them in motion but even ON the runway I can’t see myself being dazzled by any of these pieces the way I usually am. They’re lacking the level of detail and craftsmanship I associate with the brand seemingly in favour of block colours and suits and the issue is that the whole Disney Princess fantasy has always been the appeal for me because the silhouettes aren’t interesting enough on their own. They’re not ugly pieces, they’re nice, but does nice really have a place in high fashion when the pieces are so basic in both their design and presentation that the shots could pass as ripped from a catalogue? The strongest parts of the collection were when it did go down the more delicate route with the muted blue suits and the white feather trimmed dresses, the small, ornamental gold details reminding me of a very toned down nod to Schiaparelli’s hardware, but with regards to the bright coloured pieces, I can’t lie-they did look like something you could find in the M&S Per Una holiday section. Then you’ve got the weakest parts, which were just flat out ugly: sheer giraffe print, sweat band style elasticated waits, and long chiffon shirts that I hate to admit read as frumpy. There are times where I’ve not been particularly excited by an Elie Saab collection in the past, but I do think this is the first time I’ve actively disliked parts of it.

Conversely, Erdem’s S/S21 collection was super strong, and solidified the brand’s place in my mind as a dependable source of kooky maximalism, this time round giving us Anya Taylor Joy’s Emma wardrobe on speed. You could tell me Erdem Moralıoğlu had just raided the Bridgerton set’s fitting rooms and put it on a runway and I would 100% believe you and I mean that in a positive way because to give my unpopular opinion, the clothes were the only good thing about that show. The endearingly florid details of exaggerated bows and clashing florals were still there but this time in a way that felt more subtle and self-assured, as if the calming influence of the wooded set’d had a direct hand in the designs, giving the rugged, ethereal feel to the collection I associate with brands like Brock and Simone Rocha, all whilst keeping the parts of Erdem I’m so fond of.

Is it really much of a shock that I included pretty much every look from the Etro S/S21 show? Like, you know that Christian idea of God, like, (the voice in my head is very much taking on the dumb valley girl voice that anybody who reads this is most probably getting too) knowing our souls? I think Veronica Etro knows mine. So no, no surprise. Though there were a few unconventional touches thrown into these looks (the campier prints and nautical theming we see with the 80s beach towel print, for example, reminded me a bit of Versace) the mystical bohemian it girl that Etro designs for would still be highly satisfied. Sure, it might be a wardrobe fit for a holiday less adventurous than backpacking but if she wanted a tropical poolside holiday, this collection is the one, the paisley print chiffon mini and maxi dresses especially. I’m just gonna pretend I don’t see the monstrosity that is leggings worn as trousers-it’s a fashion rule I refuse to abandon-because they are the only stain on an otherwise expectedly gorgeous collection.

Next, an unusually reserved RTW collection from Fendi:

More in line with the wardrobe of a European fashion editor than the glamorous trophy wife (who let’s say uses that facade as a guise to ruthlessly run her husband’s whole business empire from behind the scenes because in this house we do complex female characters only), these pieces are lot “smarter” and more professional looking than Fendi’s typical offerings; where I feel Fendi usually designs for the society girl who wouldn’t mind a front page scandal, these are the kind of outfits a young member of Monaco’s royal family would wear for a positively received but business-as-usual press tour. I know, Fendi is an Italian brand, but this is more Southern France to me. We’re talking some 2nd page shots of a Kate Middleton type on a yacht on the Riviera smiling and waving as her PR team’s ideal scenario. Still, whilst fewer exaggerated silhouettes, animal prints and overtly luxurious fabrics (real leathers, silks and furs for example) mean that the drama’s a little toned down, it’s all still very expensive looking and combines the classically feminine glamour of the past and the minimalism of modernity in the artful manner that we’re used to. Maybe it’s me being a basic bitch but I always love seeing Ashley Graham on the runway too, even if brands to tend to use her as their single token plus size model.

Kim Jones’ debut haute couture collection for Fendi, however, wasn’t a very well received one. I don’t hate it personally but I can see where the criticisms are coming from. Whilst it’s closer to the version of Fendi I’ve come to expect and there were some stunning pieces which completely encapsulated that distinctive aura of luxe and glamour, there were quite a few lazy pieces which could’ve been from any designer. I also felt the collection was a bit upstaged by what seemed to be a who’s who of the modelling world; having Bella, Cara, Kate and Naomi ALL walk in one show was a bit distracting and took the focus off the clothes completely.

Giambattista Valli’s RTW collection was gorgeous as ever; the man has undeniably mastered the art of delivering classic, objective elegance, the kind of designs I feel would make you light on your feet and smell like strawberries and cream the minute you put one on. Whilst as a brand his RTW shows are rarely trendsetting, they reliably produce a plethora of unfailingly graceful and demure pieces, as appealing to your mum and your grandma as they are to young women and little girls, and this collection is another victory lap for Valli when it comes to upholding his signature tea party and artisan cupcake making and rose garden strolling and bottomless rosé brunch appropriate aesthetic. There were a lot of outfits that were bordering on overly juvenile, with structures a little too basic to justify the amount of sequins thrown on, but when it’s good, it’s so sweet that regardless of how to formula it is, I can’t help but fall in love.

Valli’s haute couture collection was stunning too and for sure a more exciting offering than the RTW. There was of course a lot of the signature tulle but it was head-turning, over the top in a way that leant far more towards the experimental than I expected. The photos themselves are 100% believable as a some kind of Vogue behind the scenes editorial shoot on the set of live action Disney princess movie (in between takes of the climactic ball scene if you wanna get specific with the vision); if you are looking for a prettier alternative to the primary colours and disruptive shapes of a Molly Goddard collection, this is the one. It’s giving the themes of excess and abundance I associate with that of the Hunger Games Capitol but through the softer lens of a Sofia Coppola movie, and being the typical cinema loving white girl I am, I’m obviously on board with that vibe.

I did SUCH a 180 on Givency’s S/S21 collection from when I first saw it to writing a review. My initial reaction was one of disappointment, I guess simply because Givenchy has given us so many bold pieces and presentations over the last few years whereas this is more low-key. After properly considering it though as I would any other brand, I came to the conclusion that I do actually really like it. It’s still got the strange, androgynous silhouettes popping up throughout and the futuristic space-age details but with a more down-to-earth, streetwear feel, albeit a very slick, glossy spin on the trends of the rabble (that’s us guys) of course before we go believing it’s achievable. On the one hand, the devil horn accents are a touch Claire’s accessories halloween range but at the same time, done with confidence they’re kind of cool and bring something new and fun to the table in line with the dark theatre of Givenchy’s last few shows.

Now for Gucci, which for the first time I have to say, if I'm attempting objectivity, is not a standout.

Like, can I just start by saying though the format it’s presented in is cute, it’s not ideal as a way of actually showing the collection. I get that the vintage shop bin vibe is a huge part of Gucci’s brand but polaroids make it SO hard to actually see the clothes, and that’s what we’re here for right? I don’t want to give the impression that I don’t like what I see here-the clothes are gorgeous, an idyllic ode to the off-duty wardrobes of Studio 54-ers, bohemian style icons like Charlotte Rampling and young Olivia Newton-John, psychedelic rock guitarists and the inhabitants of San Fransisco’s Haight during the late 60s and early 70s, Alessandro Michele’s favourite period of reference. I can’t pretend otherwise, or act like I wouldn’t want to wear the shit out of this collection. Buut, for Gucci? It’s a little underwhelming. These are the kind of filler looks we get in a typical Gucci show to go alongside the more statement pieces, which this collection is lacking. It’s just that these are designs which usually gets people talking and these pieces don’t do that. It sucks because for most other brands this would be a stand out collection, an immersive, luscious vignette of what people tend to think of as a cultural golden era, but when you’ve had a show that involved models carrying replicas of their own decapitated heads down the runway in the last 5 years, of course something more toned down like this is gonna generate a lot of “is that it?”s.

I owe Hermes an apology. Looking back, I have disliked all their previous collections for the same reason that I now really like this one; maybe it’s in part down to the frustration of still having to whack out the winter coat on occasion in May (fuck British weather and climate change), but suddenly I really appreciate the value of some good quality, versatile outerwear. Hermes is giving us that in spades here and for that, I bow down to them. The pieces on offer are clearly well-made and genuinely practical, and through the minimalist approach manage to retain both an air of timeless sophistication whilst also being youthful and on trend. The leather tactical vest co-ord I can easily see edged up and taking centre stage on one of those insane Seoul street style slow-mo TikToks that were big a couple of months ago and there are several pieces that could tie together a grunge influenced k-style look just as well as they could exist for years on end as the wardrobe staple of a high-powered businesswoman. Designer Nadège Vanhee-Cybulski’s strengths really come through with the simpler looks and it’s the patterned pieces that drag down an otherwise flawless collection; I guess because the aesthetic is very minimalist, the patterns can’t be anything overly decorative but unfortunately this has a bit of a dowdy effect when you pair it with such modest silhouettes. Disregarding those elements of the collection though, it was super good.

It goes without saying that Iris Van Herpen’s haute couture collection was breathtaking; if the fashion community can agree on anything, it’s that this woman’s work is consistently awe-inspiring. She captures the wonder of the universe, the biological structures and kaleidoscopic colours we don’t even register, through fashion in a way that others can only imitate, to mesmerising, truly transcendent effect; I can only assume Van Herpen has mother nature whispering into her ear because how the hell else do you explain her ability to take the kind of microscopic organisms they show you images of in an outdated GCSE science powerpoint and make a dress that resembles one so stunning? Care to explain, Iris? Because if there is some kind of line of communication between the two of you can you please tell the bitch I’m over this weather and that I have cute summer outfits I’m waiting to wear so can she pack this torrential rain shit in? K, thanks xoxo

See it seems shady as fuck to go from IVH to Isabel Marant like this because we are talking 2 designers with totallyyyy different approaches to fashion; Iris Van Herpen is haute couture for starters whereas Marant is commercial, and that’s her thing, but unfair comparisons aside this collection is still a bit of a let down. This is considering I do usually really like Isabel Marant collections based on whether or not I’d wear the pieces, which seems a more appropriate barometer to use to come to a quality verdict. Whilst there were a few of the elegant bohemian pieces my mind goes to when it comes to her brand, the steps outside of that comfort zone didn’t pay off; graffiti print (can be cool if done with some subtlety which apart from a few exceptions was not the case here), cheap looking reflective fabric, and MC Hammer style dungarees, it seems to be an attempt to merge 80s trends with modern urban culture, and an attempt that at times verged on the disastrous. It’s good for a brand to experiment, of course, and appeal to a wider client base than usual, but when it’s bad the unfortunate take away is that the design team don’t have the chops to pull off straying from familiar territory; designers wouldn’t be showing at fashion week if this was truly the case because disregarding the influence of nepotism, fashion is an area you need real talent, perseverance and business smarts to excel in, and so it doesn’t do a team justice when they do fail.

J.W Anderson, on the other hand, really put his best foot forward this season and presented this work in a really cool way too which only added to the positives; whilst the way the shots were edited was funky af, it didn’t detract from the actual outfits, and if we are to see the same limitations when it comes to the F/W collections being released, this is something a lot of designers and editing teams should take note of. The idiosyncratic exaggerated shapes that we see as a recurring feature of Anderon’s collections were still on show but this time round with added femininity, billowing skirts and trailing jewellery that channel the stage looks of Stevie Nicks in a way that’s modern and functional and maybe even fit for the office if you were to work in a more creative industry with a chill boss. Could also work for a coven of witches who practice meditation by bonfires in the moonlight and burn the letters of men who wronged them in some Arizonian desert, so like I said, functional! Who doesn’t like versatility? The only thing I’m not too keen on is the shoes but they’re not so bad that it affects my opinion of the collection and they look comfy I guess.

Lastly, we’ve got to talk about Jacquemus, one of the most influential names in fashion at the moment. And yes, this time round, I’m doing it: I’m buying into the hype.

This collection is gorgeousss! I can see already that a lot of the recurring elements of the show are going to be big summer trends for this year (the cut outs and strappy details on the blouses are everywhere already) even though it isn’t hot enough to have collectively decided the time to start dressing for heat is upon us yet, and that’s always a good indicator of how successful the designer was in their vision and attempts to assess the needs and wants of fashion enthusiasts; whether I’m as big a fan of his work as everyone else seems to be, there’s no denying Simon Porte Jacquemus has always excelled at this practice if the buzz around him is anything to go by. It makes sense given the last year of us all being stuck in and suppressed that a lot of us are already romanticising the summer ahead, anticipating picnics and beach days and general Theresa May running through wheat fields type shenanigans galore, in spite of how dubious an assumption it is to make that British weather will allow for this; Porte Jacquemus has very much catered to this wishful thinking and the popularity of the whole escapist “cottage core” aesthetic, sexing it up a little bit with pieces that hug the body in ways only Mugler knows how whilst being lightweight and relaxed enough to look good with windswept, sandy hair and a little dose of sunburn. I’m talking enough to give you some cutesy freckles and rosy cheeks not PSA on the importance of suncream territory, guys, what is it with those of us on the gen Z/millennial cusp not taking sun damage seriously!? Why do I have to beg so many of my friends to wear it!? Does nobody else remember those photos they’d show you in PSHE in English primary schools of burnt people’s skin under UV lights? Or is that just me being weird and only having such a vivid memory of the images because teachers told us we had to wait until year 6 to see them due they to their “graphic” nature only for my gore-loving self to be extremely underwhelmed when we finally did get that lesson? They showed us a woman giving birth in year 4 for fuck’s sake. THAT was traumatising.

Back to the actual point anyway, with just a couple of negatives, the first of which being that the pieces are very similar to those feminine looks we saw dotted about the Jacquemus menswear collection from last year that were all over fashion Twitter. In Simon Porte Jacquemus’ defence though, it makes sense that those tones and silhouettes would be revisited in a full womenswear collection for that very reason; considering they went down so well and that lockdown gave us a bit of a half-baked summer in 2020, expanding on those elements enough for a whole new collection makes good business sense. We did get some cool additions too, mainly in the form of accessories, with the hardware details on the belts similar to those included in the Givenchy collection and the abstract hair slides being standouts for me. It was all exquisite-the shoes, the jewellery, the styling, everything 10/10. My other nitpick, and I say nitpick not because it’s not important but because it’s an issue that’s hardly restricted to Jacquemus (this casting team are far from the worst offenders, Saint Laurent I’m looking at you), is that I WISH we’d see more diversity with the models. Despite what my body dysmorphia yells at me, I am small, and yet seeing all those fucking minuscule waists made me die a little inside; it’s crazy to me that in 2020 the lack of variety in body types on the runway is still such a problem.

I must have said this a million times but I don’t want to end on a negative note so let me reiterate: this collection was STUN. NING. Plus there were some others I’ve talked about in this post that I’m sure will make it into my top 20 in the final part, Jacquemus, Dion Lee and Etro for sure; we even got some gorgeous pieces from Maria Grazia which I thought was a sentence I’d never type out. Have I said enough to not leave a bad taste in the mouth of anyone who read to the end of this post? I hope so, lol! TBH, it’s impressive given everything that’s going on that the majority of designers did roll out collections in September as usual so serious respect to them and their design teams for that.

In the next post, I’ll fingers crossed be able to include everything from Kim Shui (exciting!) through to at least Off-White (actually pretty good this time?!) and make this whole thing a 4 parter before getting straight on top of the photo posts I’m thinking about doing for the time being for the F/W21 shows. So as usual, if you did read to the end thank you so much and I respect the perseverance you must have to get through all my rambling, lmao. Hope everyone is well and coping okay and again, my inbox is always open for any post suggestions, constructive criticism, or just a chat for anyone who needs a listening ear.

Big love and thank you again!

Lauren x

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crowfeets · 4 years ago

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things i am learning about jackal as i write him (subject to change this is draft 0)

- he is prideful and stubborn and has trouble admitting mistakes

-he likes hanging out in the local graveyard and baby jackal aged 13 or so searching for a new name looked up and a jackal was like sheepishly dragging away a femur and he was like PERFECT

-he is good at falconry and hunting and tracking

-he is very not good at languages or math or anything involving sitting still indoors so like he probably has adhd

-books r for nerds. also, no rhythm or pitch so like instruments is out.

-flipside to the stubborn, very loyal, hates rich ppl and when anything is unfair

-cares a lot about his family and friends, shh

-ready to throw hands anywhere anytime for any reason no matter he’s like 5′1

-he has had maybe 3 girlfriends before the start of the story but only the first was serious

-he thinks he’s straight until Puberty 2 punches him in the throat and he has his bi panic (which is apparently actually pretty common i have met trans men irl with this experience) (isra is like you might have always liked men too but didn’t feel secure enough in your own masculinity to admit it to yourself yet and jackal stares into space as like 30 past baby gay moments montage in his head)

-at least one time amal is like practicing shortsword drills shirtless and jackal walks into a door. probably several times. this is partly based on personal experience

-he is very clumsy and awkward and not very subtle and kind of a blunt object of a person trying to navigate a class and social norms all about image and manners and fucking up Constantly

-writing a trans dude protag is very fun and cathartic wtf why did i not try this sooner

-he has freckles

-i think it takes him a while to have fantasy top surgery because he is also afraid

-like chandan (working name) is very good at his job but isra keeps joking about stealing his extra titty situation to give the local squirrels a taste for human flesh and he isn’t sure if these are actually jokes or not

-he fucking Hates the local tree climbing octopi even though everyone keeps telling him they are great deep fried

-amal sounds incredibly flowery and pretentious to jackal and 1/4 of the time there are difficulties because they speak different dialects

-he does wind up getting attached to amal’s hoard of peacocks, unfortunately

-over time he gets kind of ripped and definitely is obnoxious at his older brother about it the next time they meet

-loves fruits, both the food and eventually amal (ba dum tsss)

#rambling about dank river valley fantasy wip tag #crowtalk

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dustylovelyrun · 4 years ago

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It seems that I was Correct.

I won’t be answering questions this STS, as infuriating to me as that is. Instead, I shall resume hoarding them and answer them at another point. The culprits over my failure are the usual ones - defiant brain, hyperfocusing, shiny new project, and doing a Bad Thing that’s made typing genuinely interesting right now.

Anyways, thanks for sending in STS questions this week @inspirited-goddess, @magpieandfae, @mirror-of-too-many-books, and @aquadestinyswriting! I’m always appreciative of contributions to the question hoard! And at some point, I’m going to answer them!

(Seriously, though, I’m drafting them. Slowly. Again, it’s kind of interesting. I’m physically typing this out, but I’m using voice-to-text for the drafts because it’s just. A lot. And I have a kiwi accent right now, apparently. There is a War. I’m hoping to be able to answer them next STS. Maybe sooner. A lot of it is going to rely on my ability to understand what it says versus what I said, but yeah.)

#writing #sts #Jasper Strikes With Their Bullshit Again #I'm just posting this so you KNOW I'm not ignoring you #I feel like I give that impression off a lot #I'm not ignoring things - I'm just terrible at doing them #right now especially because that Bad Thing that I did?#I subluxed my collarbone #which is a fun way of saying that my joints misbehaved and I nearly dislocated my collarbone as a result but it didn't commit #so now I'm stuck in this kind of half-dislocated state as I wait for it to slide in of it's own accord #because my joints are crappy like that #and I might've gotten one of my ribs or something too come to think of it #because there's That Pain a bit further down but it's too low to be collarbone territory #just judging by past experience #so yeah #typing right now is interesting #so is breathing #I could theoretically hash out the answers now #but they will be Bad ones and maybe not well thought out #so I'm leaving that actual answering on tumblr part for now #but I am intending on answering them

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honey-bunches-of-nope13 · 5 years ago

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How would Team Rwby react with a s/o that is a dragon faunus that has a treasure hoard that contains things they consider treasures and one morning team Rwby wake up in the hoard instead of their bed and most of the treasures are things that they gave their s/o and basically the girls being in the hoard basically means that the s/o is saying that they are a treasure to them?

Holy shit! I finally wrote something! This is for Darkborn187′s birthday, so happy birthday, my friend! I know it’s about a day or two late, but I hope you don’t mind. I also hope this was close to what you were expecting from this ask.

It’s a fact that Dragon Faunus have a tendency to stash the things they treasure most away in the caves and hollow logs around their home for safe keeping. What each Dragon Faunus deems valuable enough to hoard varies and can tell you a lot about their personality. This hoarding is instinctual, but it can be resisted. The problem is, if they do resist this urge, they may end up stealing and hoarding things in their sleep. Well, one day the girls of team RWBY wake up in their S/Os’ treasure hoard with their S/O rather than in their bed. It seems that their S/O had stolen them away in their sleep. As they lie there in their S/O’s warm embrace, they take a moment to look around and see what sorts of things their S/O has deemed “valuable”. It quickly becomes clear that items in their “treasure” hoard consist mostly of the things that they had given their S/O, or things relating to their dates.

Ruby: Ruby wakes up with a sleepy yawn and tries to get up, but can’t because her S/O has a tight hold on her waist. It’s not an abnormal occurrence since a snuggle-bug like her naturally went after another snuggle-bug as a love interest. Knowing that there was no point in trying to get up until they come to, she snuggles back down and starts to doze off again. That is, until her sleep-addled brain finally woke up enough to recognize that something wasn’t quite right. Her eyes snap open and she realizes that she is not in her room or her S/O’s room; it’s darker here and the air feels damp and a little chilled on her face. She turns as much as she can to look behind her, sighing with relief when the person behind her does turn out to be her S/O and not some weirdo who whisked her away in the night. She is curious as to how she got there, but decides that it can wait until her S/O wakes up. She does take time to look around as much as she can in her current position. There’s a lot of stuff in this cave, or what she assumed to be a cave. There was the giant stuffed Ursa she had won for them at one of the game booths around the festival grounds (she’s really good at those shooting games), a pile of what seemed to be movie tickets in one corner of the cave where it would be safe from any water damage, several pictures adorning the walls (some of them both and some just of her. It seemed like there was at least one for every date they went on), the comic books she had given them, and so on. Ruby smiled at the fact that her S/O had kept all of these things and had used them to decorate their little “hide-out”; it was really sweet and super cute. She lets out a little giggle, which wakes her S/O. Her S/O yawns and sits up before looking around just as confused as Ruby had been and then blushing in embarrassment. “Well, good morning, sleepyhead” Ruby said and pecked them on the lips.

Weiss: Weiss grumbles in her sleepy state, trying and failing to get comfortable enough to drift off again. Her sleeping space is unusually lumpy and uneven, and something was digging into her side. When she eventually gives up and opens her eyes, she’s shocked to see that she isn’t in her room. From what she could tell, she was in some sort of underground cavern. It was dark, the air smelled like clay, and there were what appeared to be roots coming out of the ceiling. She looked down and saw that she was laying on a bed of moss; not the most sanitary thing, but it was better than the dirt in her opinion. As her eyes adjusted to the dark, she started to be able to make out other things in the cavern. There were little ice themed knick knacks, a bouquet of excellently preserved white roses, and several small boxes stacked and piled all over the place. As she took everything in and tried to figure out just where she was and why she was there, she felt something crawl across her hand, making her jerk back and scream. Her deafening shriek caused her S/O, who had apparently been snoozing away beside them jump up and scream themselves. Once they both calmed down, Weiss demanded an explanation. She was mad at first because she hated being in such a dirty, insect ridden place, but her anger immediately dissipated when her S/O got to the part about them likely taking her there in their sleep was likely due to how much they treasured her; it was bound to happen sometime and would likely happen again. Weiss thought that was adorable and hugged her S/O tightly while complaining about their choice of hoard location. Their S/O laughed and promised to find a more suitable location in case this does happen again.

Blake: Blake wakes and is a bit disoriented at the unfamiliar surroundings. The dark room, cracked concrete walls and dingy floor were very different from what she should be seeing. Her heart leapt into her throat within milliseconds of her opening her eyes. Had she been taken? How and why? Who had taken her? Was it Adam? Her mind though all of these things at once and she started to panic. Then, she noticed the other presence in the room, a warm body curled up behind her. She turned her head slowly as possible so as to make as little noise as she could and to keep her movements from being detected by this other being. The car faunus breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that the being behind her was her S/O and not some weirdo or one of her many enemies. Feeling more at ease knowing they were there with her, Blake sat up and began taking in her surroundings. There were plush black cats and empty cups from their favorite cafe all over the floor. What appeared to be books were stacked nearly to the ceiling in the far corner of the room. She got slowly crawled closer to the stack and was able to make out the titles of the books in the darkness thanks to her faunus heritage; they were all books that she remembered suggesting her S/O read, or books that they read together, or books her S/O had “borrowed” and she had never bothered to ask for back. Next to the books was a cardboard box, which Blake promptly but quietly opened. Inside were sheets upon sheets of paper covered in words; she quickly recognized both her hand writing and that of her S/O. She picked one up and realized that these were love letters. They often wrote each other cute little notes or long-winded letters professing their love for one another since it seemed to be much easier for them to write the words instead of verbalizing them. Well, for the most part. The papers that had her S/O’s handwriting were scribbled out or half finished. She recognized some of them were similar to ones she had been given by her S/O, just not as well written. Perhaps they were rough drafts? That would be ridiculous though! S/O didn’t even write rough drafts for massively important essays, so why would they do it with something so trivial? Also, what do all of these things have to do with each other and why were they here in the first place? Then, it all clicked in Blake’s mind. All of these things involved her. She then remembered that her S/O was a dragon faunus and that they are known to hoard things they deem valuable; she even knew about their occasional nocturnal kleptomania. It didn’t take long for her to put two and two together then. She looked back over to her snoring S/O with a soft smile and an almost silent giggle before putting the papers back and gently closing the box. She then crawled back over to them and snuggled up to them to get a little more sleep. She was in the safest place she could ever be; in her dragon’s secret hoard.

Yang: Yang sleeps like the dead and that was something her prankster of a S/O took advantage of regularly, so she wasn’t super surprised when she woke up in an unfamiliar place again; she was just glad it wasn’t on an inflatable mattress in the middle of the school’s swimming pool this time. No, this time it was in a dark, windowless room and she was laying on a hard linoleum floor with what seemed to be a bedsheet over the top of it, and a plush blanket over the top of her. While not being able to see unnerved her, hearing the all too familiar snore of her S/O beside her kept her from getting freaked out. She slid out from under the blanket and stood up with a stretch before putting her arms out in front of her as she started feeling for the nearest wall. Once she found it, she moved along it until she found a light switch. Yang flopped on the light, temporarily blinding herself as her eyes adjusted to the sudden change. Once she could see again, she started to take in her surroundings. The first thing she noticed was that an old set of her bedding was on the floor with her S/O snuggled up under it completely unbothered by the sudden brightness that filled the room; she had wondered where that bedding had gone. She then noticed that the tile on the floor and the blank white walls seemed familiar; they were somewhere in the school. A disused storage room perhaps? The old industrial shelves that normally would have held cleaning supplies or school equipment were crammed full of different items that seemed to have nothing to do with the school. Sure, there were some books, but they seemed more like photo albums rather than studying material. There were also plush animals and what looked to be articles of clothing. She pulled one balled up cloth from the shelf and found that it was the band t-shirt she had gotten her S/O on their first date, a concert for one of her favorite bands. She never saw them wearing it, so she had always wondered if they hadn’t liked it or if she had gotten them the wrong size. She put the shirt back haphazardly and pulled out another piece of cloth. It was one of her jackets that had gotten damaged by a particularly fierce Beowolf on a school field trip; she thought she had thrown that away. Another piece of cloth that she found crammed into the shelf was one of her bandanas that she normally kept tied on her leg. She had given one to her S/O because they seemed to like it so much, but she never saw them wearing it. She pulled one of the books off of the next shelf, and sure enough, they were photo albums. Every single picture in the album had something to do with her. She knew that her S/O was real shutter happy on dates, but she hadn’t realized they had taken enough to actually fill an album, and they had actually bothered to have them printed out to make said photo album! The next album was mostly pictures of her S/O’s family, including the time she had met them. She knew how much her S/O valued their family, and that they loved taking pictures of things they liked, so she was honored that she had gotten an album all to herself and that the album had been made with such care; her S/O had a real talent for scrapbooking! After looking at a few things, she realized that this must be her little dragon’s hoard of “treasures” and giggled. It was just so cute! She would no doubt use this as ammo to tease them with in the future.

#rwby #ruby rose #weiss shnee #blake belladonna #yang xiao long #faunus #dragon #hoard #I did a thing #its about fucking time

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ofruins · 5 years ago

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CREDITS

my icon border was commissioned from venuscommissions ! ( UPDATE: AS OF JANUARY 2020, THE ICON BORDER I’M USING COMES FROM ARTEMISPSDS BECAUSE MY REGULAR COMPUTER IS IN THE SHOP, AND, THEREFORE, I DON’T HAVE MY NORMAL RESOURCES. )

unless otherwise stated, the psds i use come from either venuscommissons or plutocommissons; the answered ask / headcanon / meta banner i use comes from interstellarresource; the template i use for my mobile header and page headers comes from bleuberrymilk; the template for my permanent starter call / character headers is part of template pack four by daria-morgendorffers; the credit for the blog theme i’m using is in the bottom right hand corner of the blog; and, finally, i will always credit the maker of my promo templates on the posts.

FOLLOWING

i’m a highly selective follower. i like my dash to be clean and uncluttered, so if i don’t follow you back right away or at all, please don’t take any offense. i also do not follow back personal / non - rp blogs. if i do follow you, however, whether i follow you first or you follow me first, it’s because i want to write with you !

SHIPPPING

i’m the world’s biggest multishipper. i ship almost everything. whether it’s canon, or crossover, or canon x oc, you can bet that i ship it. however, while i’m willing to try out almost any ship with anyone, there has to be chemistry to keep me interested. and not just chemistry between the characters, but chemistry between us, as writers, as well. it’s hard to ship with someone who your writing doesn’t flow with.

INTERACTING

i am mutuals only when it comes to roleplaying, but anyone is welcome to send me a meme. if i don’t follow you back, but you still would like to interact with me, then send me memes ! if we develop a relationship between our characters through ask prompts, then the chance of me following you back goes way up. and, sometimes, i haven’t followed back because i’m a little spacey and didn’t even notice you started following me, so sending in a meme is a great way to give me a little nudge. also, i’m willing to write one - liners to novella and anything in between. the more you give me to work with, the longer my replies will get. as far as formatting goes, i write < small >< sub > with some bolding and italic here and there, nothing too special. if you have a hard time seeing the < small >< sub > text, please let me know and i’ll change to whatever you’re most comfortable with !

p.s. if you’re wondering whether or not it’s okay to write a pre established relationship between our characters, the answer is yes. as long as we’re mutuals. i tend to prefer pre established relationships because it gets the awkwardness of first meetings out of the way. and we can always go back and write how our characters met at any time once we’ve developed their relationship more.

MEMES

speaking of memes, i love them ! send them all ! if i don’t answer right away, though, don’t worry. i like to hoard memes like a dragon hoards gold. i promise that i will get to your meme as soon as the inspiration strikes. this goes for replies as well, but i don’t force myself to write something if the muse just isn’t there. i’ll just tuck it in my drafts for later and respond to it when i do have the muse for it. if you’re wondering if i got a certain meme, feel free to ask. also, if you’d like to turn a meme into a thread, please go ahead ! i find it’s the easiest and most stress free way to start interacting, so i love it when you do this.

i don't practice reblog karma and i don't mind you reblogging memes from me. so, you have my permission to reblog as many memes as you'd like from my blog. however, it would be nice to be sent one or two if you're going to reblog a lot because then it makes me feel like all i'm good for is a meme source. just be considerate is all i ask !

NSFW & TRIGGERS

i am almost twenty five years old, nsfw will appear on this blog. this includes: smut, death, gore, and any manner of disturbing scenes. i have exactly one trigger ( needles — please tag them or i’ll have to unfollow ! ) so i’m up for writing almost anything. i used to be shy and bashful when it came to writing smut, but now i’m kind of like /shrugs ! so, if you want to send in a smutty meme, go ahead*. just as long as we’re mutuals, i’m up for writing smutty scenes with you. but i also double and triple check your rules to see how comfortable you are when it comes to smut, and then i take that into consideration before i respond to a nsfw meme because i want you to be happy and comfortable. also, when it comes to triggers, i tag anything i can think of with “__ tw” but if there’s something i haven’t tagged properly, or something you would like me to start tagging, please let me know so i can do so.

*it's important to know that m/m smut if off limits for me. i'm just not comfortable writing it yet, so while i will write m/m ships of all sorts, smut isn't going to happen for them.

PLOTTING

i’ll be straight forward and honest, i prefer free styling things to plotting them out, but this doesn’t mean i won’t plot. every now and then, i’ll reblog plotting calls, but you don’t have to wait for one of those to plot with me ! if you have an idea for a plot, or would like to brainstorm a plot with me, come at me. but keep my shyness / anxiety in mind. i'll tell you about my anxiety surrounding ims in a bit.

OFF LIMITS

this should go without saying, but don't godmode. i don't have any "banned" faceclaims, but i'm less likely to take your character seriously if your fc is a musician or someone from youtube / a reality show. i know i shouldn't, but i, like all people, can be shallow and judgy at times. but, overall, there isn't much i won't write or allow except for mpreg. it seriously creeps me out. if you want our m/m ship to start a family, i'd probably love that ! but they'll do it through a surrogate or adoption or a magical baby appearing on their doorstep.

OUT OF CHARACTER

hi, my name is jordan. i identify as female and use she / her pronouns.

it’s important to note that i suffer from extreme shyness, as well as a handful of mental illnesses ( bipolar disorder, depression, anxiety ) so it can be hard for me to interact with people ooc. plotting, for example, can be a real challenge for me. ims terrify me; they make my anxiety jump through the roof. sometimes, i can be im'ing with a person and be absolutely fine, and then for no apparent reason, my anxiety takes hold and i can’t bring myself to open the ims. this can last for a few days at a time. please, don’t think i’m ignoring you if i haven’t responding to your im in a day or two. it’s not you, i promise !

if you need to reach me right away for any reason, please go through the ask box. the reason it’s easier for me to respond through the ask over ims is because i can see a preview of what you’ve said in the ask on my dashboard, whereas i have no idea what you’ve said through the ims. i know, it sounds dumb and ridiculous, but that’s just how my brain works.

now, thank you for reading all of this and i’d love to be friends !

#updated.#i revamped my guidelines so i thought i'd post them

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homestuckhomestuckhomestuck · 6 years ago

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Interesting timeline facts I can get from the Skaianet ARG draft papers-

- Jane’s Dad was a clone of John’s Dad. John’s Dad was Jane Crocker (Nanna) and Stan Laurel’s (don’t even ask :v) genetic son on pre-scratch Earth (beta session). The surname “Egbert” comes from a man Nanna later married after fleeing the Condesce. The cloning happened when HIC was ensuring post-scratch Earth (alpha session) had functionally similar conditions to pre-scratch Earth- she impregnated Alpha John’s future wife with a Sburb ectobiology machine with Nanna’s son’s DNA, which is why Jane’s Dad and John’s Dad look identical through two different universes and parentage. Ectobiologically speaking, this would make Dad and John half-brothers.

- when HIC was first on pre-scratch Earth just after Alternia was destroyed she cut off her hair and sawed off her horns to blend in and ran a bordello in the US Wild West, among other things????? I just mention this because apparently troll horns grow back.

(beta session/pre-scratch Earth)

- Rose’s Mom and Dave’s Bro got recruited into Skaianet by Jade’s Grandpa at a young age and lived off of trust funds Jade’s Grandpa set up for them in the 1980s. This is why they have money, and probably how Roxy babysat Joey.

- Nanna (Jane) is named after Calamity Jane, Calliope/Caliborn’s Cherub mom who “kept [HIC] on the rails of her designated global conquest to secure the future birthplace of her son and daughter” by opposing her from pre-scratch Earth onwards. Grandpa was just named Jake because “it sounded kind of like Jane, human names are stupid, and HIC doesn’t actually care.”

- Skaianet was a front company used to speed along the development of technology on Earth by releasing Alternian and hoarded Sburb tech from meteor sites to eventually support the running of Sburb to end the universe and scratch into a new one by HIC. She planned to use the post scratch earth (alpha session) as a home planet for the rebirth of the troll empire in Universe C, which the kids were supposed to win for her and hand over, which was going just as planned until John’s Retcon.

- Jade’s Grandpa is ridiculously irresponsible and doesn’t have strong character, there is a lot about Jake..... as puppet head of Skaianet, anyway the most relevant thing I could find is Hiveswap Joey Claire is born in 1980 and Hiveswap is in 1994 and Jade’s meteor hits the island in 1995, and Grandpa was totally oblivious to Skaianet’s sinister purpose until he finally found “the mysterious island in the pacific,” i.e. Hellmurder Island, ditched his newest wife (A. Claire) and children (Joey Claire and Jude Harley) and presumably did his sburb exploration shenanigans to save John and pick up Jade’s dead dreamself after discovering the frog temple and eventually died when Jade was young because of Tavros mind controlling Bec to redirect a bullet she fired as a baby. We got Grandpa’s full timeline, and man is it weird.

Homestuck Storyline

- John’s Retcon signifigance in story is a little more explained.

- HIC’s master plan was to get Roxy to revive the matriorb, take over post-scratch Earth and Universe C, groom Jane as Heiress, and Jake as Jane’s slave, and restart the troll empire in Universe C. John’s retcon “disrupted the course of events, breaking HIC's mental grip on her powerful servants, and turning the tide in their favor.” Epilogue indicates this probably means Jade and Jane. Other possibilities: Gamzee and Kurloz, just because clowns are frequently referred to as HIC’s powerful servants, and a large part of John’s retcons involved Gamzee looking completely baffled and stopping him from manipulating Terezi to kill Vriska. Implied this is what stopped HIC. Not sure how Aranea in [S] Game Over fit in.

- It’s also implied John’s retcon power had something to do with Calliope predominating in an alternate timeline, which was said to be impossible barring “a highly improbable glitch in causality” aka exactly how the retcon power is described. This Calliope destroys the green sun and renders LE vulnerable to attack by Vriska w the masterpiece juju (i.e. what gives out the retcon power in the first place.) so ???? good job john, whatever this implies.

- Gamzee’s timeline remains kind of unexplained. Already known: Calliope/Caliborn was born on a dying Earth C in Universe C, that means Universe C had to be created in order for Lord English to be born. Not known if Gamzee going around gathering stuff for Lord English only happened in the pre-retcon timeline where he was eventually killed in Game Over, and the post-retcon iteration of him stuffed in a fridge came back once Caliborn started in his null session and then eventually got killed by being combo smashed into Lil Cal by nebulous future/alternate human kids, who ALSO made their way there via the retcon power? Also implies the retcon power begins and ends circularly with the ‘Masterpiece’ juju- but since it’s already proved John doesn’t have to make stable time loops and can literally just have a clone of himself with the retcon power running around, I don’t know..... what happened............ still.........

- Anyway Cherub mythology gets tied back into the beginning, same time HIC hits Earth so does Calamity Jane, to drive home the entire plot of Homestuck is a cascade of unfortunate events made to ensure Lord English’s existence, Calamity Jane’s son. She kept HIC in check to make sure she didn’t go too crazy but took over both Earths in a way to ensure Sburb would happen so Calamity Jane could meet her mate, and said “we both fulfilled our use” as HIC bled out stabbed through with an anime sword, and flew off into Skaia, to sometime after Earth C was next to a dying sun.

- Jake may never maintain a responsible relationship.

(alpha session/post-scratch Earth)

- Guy Fieri and Insane Clown Posse’s unexpectedly in-depth absurdist backstory as horrifying genetic experiment of HIC. Don’t even ask?? Implication Steve Bannon is deformed clone of Guy Fieri. Also implication “Guy Fieri” is a mispronunciation of “Guy Feferi” this just made me double take so.

- I didn’t know if the files were implying Jake’s Grandma (alpha Jade) somehow also was involved in WWII like Jade’s Grandpa (beta Jake) was, or if the Condesce forced WWII to happen the same way to keep the timeline similar to pre-scratch Earth, but it definitely implied Alpha Jade had an affair with Charlie Chaplin-as-a-trained-assassin which implies Calamity Jane founded that on post-scratch Earth too, which is weird. Anyway that’s why HIC waits so long to kill Alpha Jade, to let events play out as identically as possible until Jane and Jake were in the medium.

- Not gonna touch, and besides, not relevant to HS- WWII, Jesse James, Mark Twain, Charlie Chaplin, Jake’s relationships, lethally trained slapstick vaudeville performer assassinations, double crosses, and dueling between the forces of Calamity Jane and HIC, i.e. a significant portion of text devoted to the underground army of notable comics and performers vs Betty Crocker and the forces of scientific advancement (for purposes of ending the world.) Well now we have an incredibly convoluted explanation for why Colonel Sassacre and Mark Twain are the same person.

- It just occurred to me this underground network of writers, entertainers, and comics is probably the word of god reason on how Alpha Rose and Alpha Dave got the backing, info, and into contact to start their anti-HIC campaign on post-scratch Earth- didn’t Alpha John also become a comedian later? Nothing much on him at all, though.

- Just this: Alpha John fleed the Crocker compound when he saw Hitler’s severed head lying on a desk. This is apparently a carefully HIC arranged constant between pre-scratch and post-scratch Earth. Nanna (Jane) didn’t really seem to notice the head when she finally left.

- Obama escaped to post-scratch Earth from pre-scratch Earth, which also the implies we are living on Post-scratch Earth and the meteor Apophis is going to deliver some kind of sburb technology and/or accelerate the demise of the Earth in 4/13/2029. Mentioned a lot, but curiously little info on Apophis, seemingly irrelevant to rest of story.

Conclusion: I have no idea what the Homestuck epilogue is going to be, except Aphophis might be involved, somehow. I hope the retcon power timeline to the masterpiece juju gets explained? I hope Vriska, Sollux, and Aradia’s fate is explained? Gamzee timeline? What did the masterpiece actually do?? MYSTERY

#i read thru a lot of aranea dialogue to lock this down #and it's still just a lot of questions #homestuck #upd8 #skaianet arg #hscom2

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rueitae · 6 years ago

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Stormy Season

A part of Seasons, the mage Pidge and dragon familiar Lance AU.

Made as part of a prompt challenge by @hailqiqi and the Pidgance Positivity Discord Server. Lance has a run in with Griffin, Pidge makes an incorrect assumption and is upset about it, a disciplinary action occurs, and soulmates are mentioned.

Final draft is 10 words shy of the 1500 word limit. Score.

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“Pidge,” Lance whispered in her ear. “Pidge, please, I neeeeed it.”

She ignored him, a difficult task with his tiny claws digging anxiously in her skin as he skittered around her shoulders.

Pidge knew exactly what Lance wanted, but she refused to let him have it.

“He has so many,” Lance begged. “He won’t miss one.”

“You already know what the answer is,” she told him. “You can’t just go stealing things, Lance, especially officers in the Guard.”

Pidge returned to her observation of Guard Officer Griffin. He did have an awful lot of medals on his uniform. They glinted in the sun as he laid into a terrified cadet for not having a clean uniform.

“He was a jerk to Keith,” Lance continued.

“You’re a jerk to Keith half the time,” Pidge responded dryly. Her eyes scanned the area and she growled in annoyance. Why had Shiro insisted on meeting here instead of his own shop? Even uniformed mages looked bored at the display of arms.

She hated that it was necessary. At least it made non-magic users feel better amid the recent strange happenings at the Daibazaal border.

“We’re friends. It’s different,” Lance insisted.

“You’re friends since when?” Pidge asked, legitimately curious. “The two of you do nothing but glare and insult each other every time you’re in the same room.”

The entire squad of cadets, including the mages, dropped to the ground on Griffin’s order, doing the first push up out of fifty to come.

A wall came up in front of Lance’s mind and Pidge didn’t press the extent of their bond. If Lance wanted to keep his problem with Keith private then so be it.

He settled down, splayed out around the back of her neck, refusing to think about anything other than how much he wanted one of Griffin’s medals for his hoard.

Pidge didn’t mind so much. Even though his scales were hard, Lance made an acceptable scarf this late in the fall.

“Sorry I’m late.”

Pidge turned around and greeted an apologetic Shiro with a hug.

“It’s fine,” she told him lightly. “I couldn’t get all my shopping in today anyway. Dad is busy with work and Mom is determined to get our new sweaters made. She’s even got Matt helping.”

Shiro laughed and crossed his arms in amusement. “You’re not afraid Matt is going to put a pattern of a peanut on yours, are you?”

“Real funny,” she said, giving him a good glare for extra measure. “As long as you don’t give him the idea. So,” she needed to change the subject, “why the meeting in the city square?”

Takashi Shirogane was a man who wore his emotions on his sleeve. When the subject was unrelated to the events surrounding the curse on his arm, he couldn’t fool a soul. So when his reaction to Pidge’s question was to avoid eye contact and smile, she knew something was up.

“Hunk and Keith kicked me out,” he said with a defeated shrug. “They have a project I’m not allowed to help with.”

Pidge bit the inside of her lip in contemplation. There was nothing either man would ever keep from Shiro. Keith was too close a friend - and Hunk was his familiar! Inklings of suspicion clouded her mind. It wasn’t a birthday or holiday coming up, was it?

“Okay, well, I’ve got the order you wanted,” she told him. “But its at my parents’ place. It’s too big for me to carry. Matt and I should be able to get it over to the shop after a couple of trips, though.”

“No!” Shiro exclaimed abruptly, his eyes wide with panic.

Stunned, Pidge almost wasn’t how to respond.

“I mean, no, it's okay,” he backtracked. “You made all those potions for us, we’ll take care of it. It’s been a while since I’ve had a good chat with your family anyway. Don’t make more work for yourself - take Lance and go enjoy some time off.”

Pidge bore a glare into her friend, tilting her head as if looking at him from a different angle might help shed some light on the situation. “What’s going on, Shiro. You’re acting weirder than usual.”

“Nothing!” he insisted. “Hunk and Keith are just super busy. You and Lance - “ He paused abruptly. “Where’s Lance?”

A sting of pain hit quickly. No matter how busy her friends were, they always made time to see her while she was in town. Were they upset she wasn’t visiting enough? The feeling vanished as soon as it come as she realized Lance’s familiar weight was gone. He never strayed far from her side in town -

A gunshot broke through the ambient crowd noise and took the air out of her lungs. Her heart stopped when she caught sight of Lance’s small blue figure climbing around the body of Officer Griffin, no doubt examining each and every medal.

“Oh Ancients, no,” Pidge groaned, and ran towards the scuffle.

~~~~

“I’m sorry.”

“Too late,” Pidge said, arms crossed in a huff.

“I couldn’t help it. Those were the shiniest medals I’ve ever seen,” Lance said in his defense. He sighed in defeat, flopping down on the grass with his arms flailed out. “At least he was decent enough to tell me what polish he uses.”

Still banned from her childhood home on risk of seeing the sweaters before they were finished, and apparently unable to go to Shiro’s shop, the two had taken residence in the city garden. Absentmindedly she reached out to a rose. It blossomed a deep red in thanks for her magic.

“You were lucky that’s all you came away with,” Pidge said angrily. “What if you’d gotten seriously hurt?”

“But I’m not?” Lance shrugged. “I love you, Pidge. I’d never do something to make you really upset. You’re my best friend, my soulmate.”

Pidge tried to hide her blush by joining Lance on the grass, enjoying the view of the cloudless sky. The last thing she wanted was to fall to his sweet words so easily. “I am upset,” she admitted. “But not just with you. It seems like no one wants to see us.”

Lance rolled over to his side. “I’ll make it up to you,” he said, and it sounded sincere enough.

Pidge adjusted her head to face him. Her heart melted in his truly sorrowful eyes.

She sighed, letting the stress and frustration from the day’s events leave her body. Lance was safe, that was the most important thing, and she trusted her friends with whatever they needed to keep her away from. If it was dangerous, they were all more than capable of handling it.

The sun was nice to for relaxing, but the shade from the clouds made it better in the heat of the day.

“Wait,” Pidge said with realization. “Where did the clouds come from? There were none just a minute ago.”

Lance grinned as the skies quickly became overcast. “Just wait for it. I told you I’d make it up to you,” he said cryptically.

It call came together in her brain - like the sudden clap of thunder.

“It was you,” she accused. “Shiro asked to meet me here because you asked him to do something. When did you have the time to talk to him alone this trip?”

“Not this trip,” Lance corrected smugly. “Last trip, while you were messing with your mom’s garden.”

Her jaw dropped, stunned that not only was this all planned - but so far in advance. “You little snake,” she accused, no insult intended.

“Just keep watching. You never get to enjoy the power and beauty of a thunderstorm - always looking after your plants.”

She did, and didn’t even mind when Lance took hold of her hand. The clouds rolled together in strange formations, creating an impressive structure and lightning display unlike anything she’d ever seen. Before the storm could rain on them, it dissipated as quickly as it had begun, a brilliant double rainbow capping off nature’s display.

“Shiro is impressive as always,” she said with a smile.

“It was the best fireworks I could come up with on short notice,” Lance said sheepishly. “Just wait until you see the sunset.” He dug into his pocket and placed the contents of it in her palm. “I took the stone from that figurine you bought me. Hunk and Keith worked hard and fast to make it look nice - they knew you’d get suspicious. I hope you like it.”

The diamond ring sparkled as light hit it on all sides. The beauty took her breath away, but the magic fire imbued inside of it kindled her heart.

“I know we don’t really need it, since we have the bond, but I want you to have a gem. It's only proper for a dragon’s mage.”

He squawked in surprise as she hugged him tightly. “It's perfect. Thank you, Lance.”

Maybe her friends keeping secrets wasn’t such a bad thing.

#p-p-discord challenge #plance #pidgance #flirtyrobot #voltron legendary defender #vld fanfic #my writing #rueitae #mage pidge #dragon lance #so i didn't expect this to be an engagement story when i set out to write it #but here we are #pidge keeps the ring on a necklace because her hands are always in the dirt #and she wants to keep it nice #lance would go ballistic if any of the gems in the house got dirty #its where he gets his cleaning habits from haha

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Palm Reading + Mandarin | Fostered Writing Update

Hey People of Earth!

It’s been *years* since I wrote my last writing update, and seeming as though I have some time to draft this, I thought I’d pop another one your way!

This update is going to cover the writing haps from FOSTERED!

The last FOSTERED update I posted was in October, so here’s a summary of what’s happened in the last few months:

I drafted Palm Reading and Dark Room from October to November

^ And then never wrote anything in December

Literally had a crisis

What’s New

These last few chapters of this book were not happening? I’ve probably drafted a total of four chapters this entire semester because of how little time I have to write, which isn’t fun. I was having a hard time balancing writing for school, and writing for myself, so my book definitely suffered a lil bit.

In terms of plot summary, the squad has been at a cabin in Oregon for the last few weeks. I’ve translated this to literally only two chapters, however, it will physically pain me to keep writing in this setting, so I’m moving on! The first chapter I’ll be updating you on is called Palm Reading.

I mentioned in my last FOSTERED update that this book is currently split into two parts: part one being tentatively titled ‘Children’. PALM READING is the first chapter of part two, and also, the first full chapter at The Cabin. In my last update, I talked about the squad arriving at the cabin. I thought I’d flesh this out more in this update! (Also: I’m hoping to make a 3D model of the cabin in the future--I already have all the blueprints!)

The cabin is owned by Lonan’s (deceased) father, and is now inhabited by Reeve + Lonan’s sister, Christiane, who now goes by Anna. Bad Things happen at this cabin, which is why I’m swinging out early! PALM READING is split into five scenes:

All you have to know: the squad has travelled across the universe to cheer Lonan up because he’s going through some Tough Times. This is, of course, a very bad idea.

Scene A:

This scene is a flashback Reeve recounts of her and her sister as children before their mother’s fancy garden party.

Scene B:

Reeve makes French onion soup for Lonan in an attempt to cheer him up. Her estranged mother, Izzy, tries to help, to no avail.

Tbh, this scene could be cut lol. It’s very short, and not super interesting in my opinion! Though I’m not very fond of this chapter in general.

Scene C:

Lonan doesn't like Reeve’s soup (apparently this whole chapter is just soup?? we should just call it soup???), and dissociates when he encounters Anna’s son. He gets a lil violent and Darren steps in to save ze day (a valiant boi).

Fun fact: I wrote an entire mini story with Lonan and Harrison, recounting the aftermath of this encounter (see more below ;))

Scene D:

Anna and Reeve hang on the porch, and Reeve fantasizes about what her life would be like if her sister was still in her life beyond childhood.

Scene E:

Reeve leaves her sister on the porch and her and Darren have some timezzzzzz.

Fun fact:

This chapter was originally called just PALM before I started writing this update. I wasn’t mega happy with the title, but I like it a lot more as this expansion!

Yo dis chapter the whole alphabet or what?? I’m not particularly happy with it because it’s not cohesive at all?? I found I wrote a ton of tiny lil scenes that didn’t fit together very well, lol. I think if I cut the scene breaks and integrated the chapter into three bigger scenes, this would’ve been a lot more effective. The reason most of these scenes are so tiny, is because I believe I wrote this chapter over a very long period of time. I find if I leave a chapter for too long between breaks, it just isn’t very good since I lose a lot of momentum.

Excerpts:

I’ll share the whole first scene! Not my *favourite* scene but is ok:

Izzy made it clear it was a garden party, even though we didn’t have a garden. She’d rewritten her plans on her toile stationary from Paris, and pinned the leaflets to the fridge so the neighbours would think she looked rich. She bought a red check pinafore from the Goodwill and pretended it was designer. Her panty hose were sheer and black and made her look like an off-brand prostitute.

The neighbours would be in by three. Christiane and I set the table with the good cutlery, and hung Chinese lanterns from the doorways. Izzy lit the tea lights and peeled the carrots over the sink.

Before the guests arrived, Christiane and I played out by the marsh. We hopped puddles and skipped rocks. We practiced our Spanish in ruled notebooks even though Izzy enrolled us in French. We caught crickets and brown-bellied spiders in bug boxes, and ate crackers and deli meat, and the leftover frog legs Izzy bought from the bistro. The Tupperware sweat with chervil and nutmeg. She said, Evie, it tastes just like chicken you know, like that somehow made a difference. Izzy yelled at us for scraping our knees when we got back home. The neighbours are going to think I have savages for children. Do you know how mothers with savages for children look?

She made us wash our hair with castile soap, and pinned it back in matching chignons. She dressed Christiane in a tartan smock, and me in a tunic and skirt. She was twelve, I was ten. Izzy pulled her hair into two Dutch braids, and tied off the ends with bits of ribbon from the Christmas wrapping drawer. Dad came home from work late, and said, Izzy, baby, you’re looking so new age, and she cried and had to reapply her lipstick.

Scene two, three, and four are like, not good, lol, so skipping to scene five!

Scene five gets a lil steamy yeepers--keeping it PG, but just a warning:

You are a system of constellations—all blinking and in order. A life sized Orion, all neon Alnitak, Alnilam, Mintaka.

Putting this in for the Darren Roast (also lol look @ me just switching POVs):

You’re so je ne sais quois, you’re so candied and virgin, you’re so liberal, it hurts. You kiss me like we’re dating, and maybe we are. Maybe I’m your girlfriend, and you’ll take me to Thanksgiving at your mother’s, and your family will love me, and serve me cranberry sauce and tofurkey and kefir from mason jars.

That’s it for PALM READING!

The chapter I wrote after palm reading is called Dark Room. I briefly mentioned it in a vlog I’m compiling, however, I’m skipping out on writing an update on it because a) nothing is really shareable, and b) the content is kind of too difficult to explain/sift through!

The last thing I wanted to share was this lil adventure I wrote in October called Mandarin.

MANDARIN is a short-somethin (story??? i say lightly) following the events of PALM READING, and covers Lonan and Harrison in a tent in the woods. ;) I hesitate to call it a story because it’s more just me being a shit disturber to see what I can mess up in my book in a different point of view. ;)

I can’t remember why I wanted to write this, lol. I think it’s just because I was feeling a lil stressed, and writing with my boys is always very fun. I knew things went very wrong for Lonan at the end of PALM READING, so I wanted to take some time to experiment with what exactly happened that the reader doesn't get to see.

The premise is: Harrison is being *nice* and offers to help Lonan fix his face after Darren comes in like Godzilla for his lil noggin, and things Go Wrong.

(Also: at this point, I’ve written three *shippy* stories with these boyz, and I’ve made it my duty to compile a lil anthology of *ship* and print it out and put it on my shelf. ;))

Excerpts:

I really only included this segment because of this paragraph, not even that I love it, but because Harrison always describes Lonan with such an acute awareness to detail and its soooooooo cuuuuute:

Tangles of dark hair part down Lonan’s scalp, and drift into Harrison’s eyes. It’s getting long, now. He hasn’t had a trim in months. Harrison can measure the days since, like a personal calculator. He’s been paying attention. It’s two inches past his eyes. He hasn’t cut it since April. His skin is white, like the ivory tusks of an elephant, or the swirl of half and half. His eyes marbles of aquamarine, like an expensive China doll. Harrison would import copies and hoard them. Even though he’s bruised around the eyes, the skin puffy, and purple, he’d display him and tell everyone he’s handmade from Russia.

same

Alrighty folks, that’s it for this update! I’m almost finished an update for a new short story, so keep an eye out for that! My semester finishes on Wednesday, so prepare to see me clutterin’ up your feed in the near future!

--Rachel

#fostered #writing #amwriting #writingupdates #writerblr

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