#I realize this is like a small complaint and isn't probably that bad

[wallabywannabe]

Not being allowed to watch TV as a kid aside from public broadcasting really socially isolated me in ways that still affect me in my 30s. It's so dumb but it's true. No one's favorite show was Arthur after 1st grade. It was SpongeBob and Hannah Montana and Pokemon, all things that my mom thought were stupid. That was the objection. She didn't want us to watch stupid stuff. She also didn't want us to play video games or listen to popular music for the same reasons.

Which I understand! I eventually did sneak in some TV time as a teenager when I wasn't as carefully watched, and after the thrill wore off, I kind of thought, wow I do think this is stupid. Probably because I was watching stuff aimed at a much younger target audience, but it was still a big part of the cultural lexicon of my peers and I was desperate to understand what they were talking about.

But when I was younger and most impressionable all I felt was ostracized and I learned quickly it was easier to laugh along and not be genuine in the moment than ask questions and get a lot of astonishment and negative attention in return, and ruin the vibe. I very profoundly knew I was different and not fun to be around. Some of that was my natural personality, but even the nerdy kids with strict parents watched Pokemon. It was a huge part of all play time. I hated being a kid.

No one should hate being a kid! I value independence and freedom to make simple choices for myself SO highly now it's on the unhealthy side. I don't like to rely on anybody, even when I need it, because independence is too intoxicating.

I also have a ton of social anxiety that expresses itself in depression now. Is it all due to not being allowed to watch Disney channel? Probably not. But I do think my outsider mentality still contributes a lot. And it's still a little painful because the type of friends I gravitate to who are around my age STILL have a lot of SpongeBob or Pokemon references in many, many conversations. I could watch them now, and I know many 30 year olds do, but honestly, not having been raised on cartoons, I don't find them appealing.

I don't know what a good parenting strategy is but whatever I had wasn't it.

[blackkatmagic]

Any Sith x Jedi (or anyone really pair) where accidentally created a force bond and it's awkward.

if you leave the pair up to me i will pick the most random pool noodle my brain can conjure up, fair warning

“Can't you stop that?” Feral demands. His voice doesn’t crack. That would just be humiliating, and Savage and Maul are already going to be disappointed enough in him as it is.

“Stop what?” Feemor asks, startled, and turns to face him, which should help but doesn’t. The planet isn't outright swamp, but it’s marshy, humid, and he’s stripped down, Temple Guard uniform hanging loose around his waist, the robes beneath gaping and loose enough to show his chest.

Two days ago, Feral was trying to kill Feemor. Now he can't stop looking. If Maul finds out—

But Maul isn't going to find out. They're stuck together for now, but it won't be forever. It might not even be for long, if the temple in the distant mountains really has the cure.

There's a pause, which Feral only belatedly realizes he was supposed to fill, and then Feemor smiles. “Oh,” he says. “I mean, I can cover up, but we’ll have to take more breaks. I'm from a cold planet, not a place like Dathomir—”

Feral groans, flushing, and ducks his head. “No,” he says, which would be convincing except he knows Feemor can tell it’s a lie. “You're—you keep—everything you’re thinking is so bright, and it’s like looking at the sun all the time.”

Another pause, and Feemor laughs a little. “My good mood is making you exhausted?” he asks, delighted.

Feral pulls a face at him. “I'm a Sith,” he says. “I'm used to Maul, so being inside your brain is…different.”

“I suppose I'm probably different from Maul,” Feemor allows, which is the greatest understatement the galaxy has ever played witness to. When Feral gives him a look, he grins, faintly abashed but largely unrepentant, and offers Feral a hand. “You keep getting too far away, I think. That’s why it’s so loud. If you stay close, it should be fine.”

Feral eyes his hand, then his face, but sighs and slides his fingers into Feemor's, fighting down another flush. “What kind of connection gets stronger the further apart we are?” he mutters in vague complaint, but most of his attention is on Feemor's big hand, the way it curls around his own, callused fingers dragging over his skin. It makes him want to bristle, or maybe shiver. The whole world feels like static, and the only thing that matters is the way Feemor tugs him in close. Feral isn't small, even for a Zabrak, but—Feemor makes him feel that way, and it’s not entirely a bad thing.

Feemor flushes too, just a little. Just enough to make his freckles more obvious. “The kind where we’re supposed to get really close,” he says, determinedly cheerful. “But I think Maul would spontaneously generate from the soil and murder me if we even contemplated that solution to the bond.”

Feral rolls his eyes, falling into step beside Feemor as he keeps moving. “Maul is overprotective,” he says. “He does the same thing when he thinks that clone flirts with Savage.”

Feemor laughs, taking a long stride across a deep spot and turning to catch Feral when he jumps it. “Rex? He swore to me that Savage was flirting with him first.”

“Maul is under the impression that Savage still doesn’t know what sex is,” Feral says dryly, and only partially for the way it makes Feemor laugh again. He can feel it, the wash of warmth and light and heat, and—the Dark Side is useful. It’s stronger. He knows that. But—

Feemor makes him understand just how a moth feels in front of an open flame. All he wants is to press in close, bury himself in Feemor's light, wrap Feemor around him. Maybe over him, pressing him into the soft grass where the ground turns solid—

Feemor's breath catches, and he swallows hard. “That is supposed to make the bond more manageable,” he says, a little rough.

Feral closes his eyes, tries to contain a shiver. Maul will definitely kill him, he thinks. And—it’s the bond, partially. They both know that. They can't hurt each other, have to feel everything bouncing back and forth between them, amplified with every extra inch between their bodies. But he’d felt this way, or the start of it, when he was just facing Feemor across the battlefield, too.

“We still have a few hours of daylight left,” he says, faintly unsteady. “We should at least try to get to that ring of hills the locals mentioned. And then…”

Feemor's fingers curl tighter around his, and in Feral’s head, he’s a thing of light and soft warmth and temptation like Feral has never felt before.

“And then,” he agrees, soft, and pulls Feral onwards, so close there’s no air between them.

[helionpegasus]

Hi! Today I got a navel piercing and I couldn't help but wonder how the Bat-boys (especially Az, I don't have preferences, nooo) would react to their SO reader getting a piercing and if they'd also get one (even in an AU), and since I love the way you write, I wondered whether you'd be ok with writing something with this prompt, if it isn't a problem. I apologise if my English isn't perfect, but it isn't my first language 😅

Batboys reacting to you getting a piercing | Modern!AU

warnings: a bit suggestive and a lot of fluff <3

words count: 1042

author's note: i loved this req!!! first time writing for rhys and cass yayyy <3 and you don't need to apologize sweetheart, you're english is good :)

Rhysand

You were getting a nose piercing

You’ve been wanting to do it for a long time, and now you finally had the courage to

But you didn’t tell your boyfriend though

And your anxiousness was eating you alive

Will he like it? Is this change too much?

There’s no way back when you attend your appointment

The body piercer was lovely and calmed you down a bit

She kept saying that the jewel will suit you really well, and the most important was for you to like it

And you DID

Instant self esteem boost

You go to your apartment and get ready to meet Rhys

It was 'movie at home' day, the best way to spend the rest of friday.

"Darling? I brought the soda." Rhysand says once he got into the apartment.

"I'm in the kitchen!" You answered.

Back towards the entrance. You were concentrating on making guacamole and nachos, Rhys said he was craving Mexican food. You felt his arms circle your waist, head resting on your right shoulder.

"That looks delicious."

"Well, I hope it tastes as good as it looks." You both laugh.

"You're not looking at me, and haven't kissed me yet. Are you mad at something?" His voice is low, almost whispering. His thumbs caressing the skin in your waist softly.

"No!..." You laugh it off. "I was just concentrating on doing the food, I'm sorry." 

You turn around to face him. Your cheeks are already red from your nervousness, excited to see his reaction when he realizes the small change on your face.

"Darling…" Rhys hands go to cup your face, lifting it so you could be eyes to eyes with him. "And I thought you couldn't be more beautiful."

His lips met yours softly, careful so his nose didn't bump yours.

"You liked it?"

"You liked it?" He asked and you nodded your head. "My only complaint is not being able to kiss you furiously right now."

“Well, you can kiss me gently.” You circle your arms around his neck.

“And I’ll do it the whole night, darling.”

Cassian

When you first thought of getting the piercing you already talked to him

He loved the idea

Even more where the piercing was going

You made an appointment and asked him to come with you

His hands was caressing your the whole time to give you comfort

And he kept saying how gorgeous you will look with it

We all know Cassian is a breast man and no one can change my mind

So when you suggested a nipple piercing he gone feral 

He's doing everything in his power so you don't change your mind

He was more excited than you to see the results

"Cass, what if it hurts really bad?" You were anxious, never been really good at dealing with pain.

"It will probably hurt, my love. But you've been wanting it for a long time” He lands a kiss on the side of your head.

“You’re more excited than me, aren’t you?” You give him a side eye.

“Maybe. But that’s because you’re gonna look so pretty! Like, they’re already so pretty. But with the piercings? Gonna be another level of sexyness.”

You laugh at him, feeling so lucky to have such a supportive boyfriend.

The pain was less than you expected and the body piercer was really sweet to you the whole process. It was a woman, so Cassian didn't freak out with a man touching your body.

Both of you were already in the car going home, thinking about what to do for the rest of the day.

“I have to be careful now, huh?” He said looking at you in the red light.

“Yes baby, no feeding to you.” You mock him rolling your eyes.

“You know the best part of this?” He asks not looking at you, but with a smirk already in his lips. “You’ll be on top for quite some time.”

“That’s the best part? Not your girlfriend having prettier breasts for the rest of her life?”

“Oh my love, I thought about a lot of bestest parts. But I won’t be able to demonstrate any of them since those two are fully recovered.”

Azriel

Azriel is a man who worships his lover's body. Anyone is opposite to that??

Taking that into consideration. Anything you change he will love

If it’s in a place he can see it frequently? Head over heels

He made you know how bad he likes your body since the beginning of the relationship

So when you decided to do the navel piercing you were sure he would love it

When you go to your appointment, you already told him you were doing something

But didn’t told him what

So when you meet him later for a date it’s gonna be a big surprise

You see his broad shoulders once you step into the theater. There was a new movie out that both of you planned to watch since the first teaser.

With his back turned to you he didn’t see you approaching, only seeing you when you went to kiss his lips. His arms went to your back to press you against his chest like he does every time, but you stopped him.

“Not in the mood for PDA?” He asks you a bit worried.

“No! It’s just that it’s still hurting a little bit, so I’m trying to not put pressure on it.”

“What’s hurting? Are you hurt?” He put himself apart from you, scanning your body for any bruises.

Then he sees the delicate jewel on the top of your belly button, and his face lights up with a smile. Both of his hands go straight to your waists, like he’s holding the frame of a masterpiece.

“Sweetheart, that looks amazing! That’s what you were doing earlier?”

“Yes. I decided to make a surprise, did you like it? I’ll be only wearing crop tops for a while.” You said looking up at him, but his eyes fixed in your stomach.

“I loved it! You look so pretty. So that means no chocolate for tonight’s movie?” His eyes moved to look at yours, his thumbs gently caressing your exposed skin.

"Unfortunately. But we still can have ice cream!” 

[fractualized]

And so begins the Knight Terrors interlude for TMWSL! I'd thought maybe we'd get more clues to the which-Joker-is-Joker mystery with this, but this issue opens in the dream, and over in Knight Terrors: First Blood, there's just a small close-up with Joker's face when he becomes afflicted with sleep so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Anyways spoilers, dark humor, and nightmarish imagery ahead.

The opening scene made me cackle, I found it so unexpected.

LOL Just. The fucking slide. Jesus.

Joker, Gaggy (whose presence may indicate the TMWSL backers are also dreams), and a goon (who is possibly a human stand-in for Jackanapes) confirm that Batman is, in fact, dead.

Aw, no point in the heist now that Batman is unable to stop it, and once again Joker's towing around the corpses of people he cares about.

He brought Bruce into the diner to sit next to him omfg

Earlier Joker laughed about Batman falling off the roof, but now it's sunk in that their epic battle ended forever in the dumbest way possible. Other heroes just don't have the same appeal.

Though Joker does try to keep up the fun.

But when the ship captain says it'll be easy for him to just hand it over…

It's just not the same. :(

PAUSE

I just want to highlight that Joker appears to be eating refried beans and marshmallows.

RESUME

As per usual, without Batman to fight, Joker realizes he doesn't have any other goals. Even Gaggy still has a taste for crime, and he throws the paper at Joker as he leaves.

(Side note: do you think Lex Luthor has shown up on Real Housewives of Metropolis? Like in party scenes or something?)

The Jobs section in the paper apparently spurs Joker to try something new. He goes for a job interview at none other than Wayne Enterprises, and we finally run into Insomnia.

Readers who've read Knight Terrors: First Blood will realize this man is this dream's manifestation of the Bad Guy Who Incited the Event, but if you haven't, just his appearance is a clue that something's not right about him.

But this is Joker's dream, so he doesn't notice anything weird apparently!

He looks like such a goof. 💕

Joker starts off the job by trying to search on his workstation for where all WE's money is or their secret weapons projects or…

….. something "of Bruce Wayne." Which has to be "naked pictures." I don't care if you think batjokes is real or not, that's the obvious fill-in.

We'll never know for sure because of Helen (which was also the name of the nurse in TMWSL #3 who called the cops on Joker at the hospital, and that probably doesn't mean anything, but I remembered it). Joker introduces himself.

(Johann was also a name from the hospital, the dead husband of that patient at the end of TMWSL #4. Which also probably doesn't mean anything but maybe Rosenberg could switch it up with names?)

Now that Batman is gone, it appears that Joker wants to start trouble at Bruce's old company instead. Even when he's trying to get a new purpose, it's still related to fucking with Bruce. Unfortunately for Joker, in a comedic bit about corporate bureaucracy, Helen reveals that their nameless department isn't really responsible for anything important.

A few weeks pass, and Johann becomes known as the office comedian.

But his supervisor does have complaints about his performance.

Joker does not respond well to this bad feedback!

Check out the issue if you want more of a man's head exploding.

The next morning, Joker tries to incite some kind of… uprising? Mass resignation?

Yeah, yeah, end-stage capitalism, we've all seen it, J.

In the regular world, Mr. Dee might be talking to Johann about that brutal murder in the breakroom, but as Joker prepares to take down Mr. Dee as well…

And here's some extra weirdness: Joker didn't start working at WE until after Batman plotzed himself. How has Bruce taken a shine to him?

That job title is killing me.

If you've taken a look at Knight Terrors: Batman, you know that Insomnia claimed that he has no control over where people's dreams go and that he's just going along for the ride. However, Insomnia certainly has control over how he presents, and he's looking for the Nightmare Stone. So I think the promotion he's offering is a careful suggestion to draw Joker deeper into this scenario to see if that's where Doctor Destiny hid the stone.

And it's interesting that Joker still says here that Batman is dead, despite two statements indicating that he's alive. If Batman is still around, that means so is Joker's reason for being. He should jump on this! But the thing is, this dream and TMWSL take place after Joker War, after the batjokes divorce. Batman explicitly abandoned Joker to figure out how to survive on his own, and they haven't seen each other since. In Joker 2021, Joker was implied to have suicidal thoughts. In TMWSL, we have one clown who left Gotham as soon as he returned, and another who was expressly depressed. Batman fucks with the rules of their game and ruins it? He might as well have died "like a %$!@?*& moron."

Insomnia is practically throwing a cue in Joker's face: Batman is still out there to play with! Joker can run out the door right now! Or he can burrow deeper into this new goal, into this dream, and hide from the abandonment. It feels like a test to see if Joker will take Insomnia where he wants to go.

And Joker chooses to burrow. More weeks pass, and now he's the funny(?) boss.

Instead of getting called to HR, he gets invited to drinks!

That guy's WTF, CAROL expression is killing me.

Wait. D'Amico??

That's the name of the doctor who pulled a bullet out of Joker's brain in TMWSL #3! These names can't be an accident at this point. I still don't know if they mean anything, but y'know, they're there.

Alright, so now Joker is at the point where he goes to office happy hours.

And he's not even killing anyone! That's a bad sign. Uh, for Joker, relatively. It's a good sign for anyone else. But who are those shadowy figures?

Our favorite murderclown is back in action, ready to remind any street thug that Gotham is his town!

Oh wait, it's not just any thug. It's Gaggy, who is very surprised to see Joker. Gaggy says he looked for Joker when he heard the rumors that Batman came back, and Joker tells him not to tell lies. His old life comes back and literally kicks him in the gut, once more telling him Batman is back, and Joker still doesn't want to hear it. He emphatically sheds the blood he just shed.

UM, YOURS? WHO ARE YOU?!

Just a jokey boss-guy, apparently…

It kills me that the fucking microwave is still there.

Yeah, you know this is definitely not a joke before we get to the end. Because Batman is definitely dead!

Until a guy says that Batman saved his wife from a mugging just last week.

Joker knows how handsome Batman is. That's why he was looking for those naked pictures.

So now Joker has someone not just referencing Batman or bringing up rumors, but talking about an actual encounter with for-real, swinging-around, totally alive Batman. And it seems to make him angry— until he waves it off, implying it might just be another guy. (And I mean, with all the kids Batsy's got around, maybe.)

He grimaces when the batsignal shines overhead, but again makes himself ignore it.

lol Is the white dog like a white rabbit? Knight Terrors: Poison Ivy also has a guy wearing a top hat with a white dog. I'm pretty sure that's not supposed to be Penguin because his shirt has shamrocks on it which feels more Jervisy… It won't be a shock if Mad Hatter has deeper involvement in these stories, but I didn't notice him in the Batman one so I dunno.

Once Joker gets in his apartment, we see flies. Lots of flies.

So back in the real world, Joker has been explicitly aware that Bruce Wayne is Batman since Snyder's run, but in this dream, he's back to separating them. Maybe this shift happened over the course of the dream, or maybe it's been since as early as the promotion conversation, when Joker didn't seem bothered by the mention of Bruce, but when Insomnia brought up Batman, Joker was quick to say he was dead. Either way, Joker's now acting like they're two totally different dudes, one a boring rich guy who Joker has no great interest in and never did, nosirree.

The news story is also interesting. Back near the beginning when Helen is explaining wtf their department actually does, it turns out to be, in a ludicrous roundabout way, related to accounting. So I'm guessing in Part 2, Johann gets called up to talk to Mr. Wayne about the mess… 👀

And Bruce Wayne is of little concern for someone who's gone up against Batman, now rotting in Joker's closet!!

Boy howdy.

This is an ominous chapter end for Joker. He wants to have some purpose outside of Batman, but 1) Batman is still obviously hanging over him no matter how much Joker tries to ignore him and 2) his efforts have thus far led him right back to where he was in his depression: rotting his brain with reality TV. Yeah, he has a job, but it means so little that it doesn't matter that he has no clue what he's doing. Yeah, his coworkers laugh at his jokes, but when they do it's because they're not taking him seriously at all. He's obviously harmed people, but they completely miss him as a threat. He's neutered!

So far, Joker's Knight Terror is a terrible dream about the stark way he sees life. You either get to be in endless magnificent rooftop fights with Batman, or you better find satisfaction in being an empty drone.

Putting this together with how TMWSL has been going and the Darwin Halliday stuff in Batman, it all feels like it's pointing to some change in direction for Joker in the future. I'm afraid I'm not going to like where it all ends up… but for now I'll keep enjoying Rosenberg's storytelling.

... Also hey is anyone at DC gonna write about where Joker got his fake eye? I know it doesn't matter but I keep wondering about it.

[monettsuki]

Sandrone headcannons

we've all seen it she definitely HAS a whole closet full of lolita style dresses or even has them custom made for her - now this gave me the idea that how you get together with her is through making her custom dresses and then she requests you all of a sudden to make a duplicate of one of those dresses (she wants the two of you to have matching outfits for at least one day)

I think she would get jealous kind of easy - it would be really bad if someone was flirting with you and they wouldn't leave you alone then she would maybe intervene and send an ''anonymous'' robot to get that person to stop flirting with you

likes keeping her space tidy and usually likes to work alone - again another workaholic that likes to be alone taking apart robots and building them again , but alas she has a lover now and said lover is insisting that she drinks her cup of mint tea and she gets some rest that night (if you ask really nicely she will indulge in that)

Doesn't mind sudden displays of affection from you - in private that is - in public she would not be a fan of displaying she has a lover for everyone to see because you never know when that might turn agaisnt you in the near future , in private she won't mind if you wish to hug ,kiss her lips or anything else that might require physical contact - but ask first or at least give her some sort of warning - she might kill you if you startle her

Isn't much of a fan of surprises - on the same note she also doesn't really think much of her birthday - being a fatui harbringer requires your presence on the job almost all the time (as seen in the lazzo being mentioned that they only half a day to keep mourning on the loss of Rosalyne) so she will probably always be surprised if you decide to give her any sort of gift

Specifically likes dark chocolate and sometimes maybe sometimes she would ask you to get chocolate muffins for her and some mint tea alongside them - she will never fully admit she absolutely adores this combination but it will be visible due to the small smile on her face when she sees you bring the tray to her desk

I could swear,right hand on the Bible that she has a cold body - you would have to become her personal heater (blankets could work but sometimes it would get too hot for her so she would prefer to not have a blanket) - usually for that she would use a heater she made herself but since you came into her life you were just the perfect temperature for her - when she realized you had the perfect temperature to keep her warm and she wouldn't overheat (through the countless hugs you have insisted to give her from time to time) she requested that the two of you share a bed sometimes

on the same note she will never and literally never admit that she loves cuddling with you - yes she might not want to let you go once you're both comfortable but who are you to say no her endeavours - she needs comforting too after a long day of stressing over ruin guards and all kinds of mechanical inventions she has

she's not fond of going out into the public - because for one she doesn't have a reason to when she can just call someone to give the 10 page long esssay of orders to those under her command - if you're more extroverted and would like to do that for her she won't refuse - but if you're shy and introverted she won't mind that either

She wouldn't mind her lover either being an extrovert or introvert - just that you won't get a yes when she already refused - especially if you were to drag her to some crowded place especially festivals

she would most likely (to your dismay or not depends on what person you are) to like spending the nights awake and get some sleep during the day - if you would be worried of taking take of your duties if you were a member of the fatui she would just make you her assistant and problem solved on that case - no she will not hear any complaints if you think its gonna be suspicious - she will be more like ''What are they even going to do? They have no power in the regard of who I decide to appoint as my assistant.''

pet names would be used rarely and she would mainly use your name - but if you really insist she will call you darlingfor the most part of it - she would do that when the two of you are alone

I like to think that she needs her robot because her legs can give up on her really easily - yes it would be cool to have her fully paralyzed but she would probably fina way to combat that with mechanical enhancements on her own body - that being said she would sometimes like (even for a short while) to just waltz in a slow dance in her chambers with a slow tune in the background while the moon is high in the air - this will be used to trick you into not pleading with her to get some sleep

she will listen to you while she's working to anything you wish to say - if you just want to ramble about a book you read or an annoying coworker that's fine with her - she especially enjoys when the two of you are just doing your own thing but in the same room

during the summer she has no problem keeping herself cool (as mentioned she's a block of ice anyway) but if you're someone that doesn't deal well with the summer heat she will make a mechanical fan for you - that if the two of you are out of Snezhnaya and in the summertime

You cannot tell me she doesn't love roses - if you bring her a bouquet of roses and put it in a vase either in her lab or personal chambers she will be so happy (would try to repay you in any kind possible afterwards even if you don't want to - she will absolutely insist on doing it after all its for her darling)

That's all goodbye ❤️

[microraptorreactor]

Im just. gonna hammer out some thoughts about Ep 17/18. Because man I have thoughts. Spoilers (and bad words) below the cut.

So the very base of the story, Golden Cheese herself, is fucking heartbreaking man. She's lost everything, her friends, her family, her kingdom, and it drove her insane. She built a massive digital city where everyone she lost can live in utmost luxury, but she still isolates herself to a small circle of cookies, probably to try keeping an airtight seal on the true nature of the kingdom. Her deepest desire is to keep her citizens happy and she'll do just about anything to achieve that. Because what is she without her treasure?

And her conversation with Rasine at the end TT-TT Those two bounce off each other so well. I hope they kiss.

And then there's Smoked Cheese!! God, after ep 17 I really wasn't sure about him, but he's such a fucking good character. He's just as scared as GC, if not more. But unlike GC, he's not quite as clouded by grief. He realizes that his god-queen is delusional, and quite possibly has realized for some time. OF COURSE, he'd flip his shit when he finds out DE is back and GC plans on doing nothing! He watched the kingdom burn down for the first time! And he has to watch these cookies who it's his job to protect, that he quite possibly grew up around, walk around like nothing's ever gone wrong. He has to keep up a facade that everything's fine and there isn't another massive threat looming over the city while his queen berates him for questioning her. He has every right to be angry and scared! And I can't particularly blame him for turning on her and airing out the truth. Trying to blow up the kingdom was 100% a dick move tho. But the scene where he's LITERALLY BEGGING GC TO KILL HIM??? It's my personal interpretation that he was terrified to go back to the Digital City, and therefore going back to ignoring all the trauma of the war.

Honestly, I feel like SC's whole villain ark might have been avoidable if GC and her little circle of friends sat down and had a heart-to-heart about the Dark Flour War, but that would require any of them to be emotionally vulnerable. Something that everyone in this kingdom is alergic to, apparently.

Mozarella cookie I certainly have. Feelings about. Her whole deal with erasing cookies memory so that they don't catch on to the digital kingdom is a detail I really like, but as a character, I just don't really care for her. It's probably just my personal taste, as I like the angsty characters and she just doesn't have that going on. I haven't finished the mineing missions story so maybe she has some in that. I feel the same way about Burnt/Basque Cheese, he's cool he just doesn't have enough going on in the backstory department for me to care.

Fettuchini Cookie's concept is terrifying. She's slowly losing herself to factors outside her control. There are literal bugs eating her brain. But the narrative doesn't really do anything with that? She's just kind of Olive Cookie's weird adopted child. To be fair the story is long enough, both chapters together clock in at about two and a half hours assuming that you have the best possible team. But she could have been so much more with that concept! Especially since she's playable instead of actually-really-important Smoked Cheese.

Olive Cookie is Olive Cookie. She's there to be an exposition archeologist. She serves her purpose in the story. I have no complaints about her. Y'all are being too harsh.

anyways, back to working on my OCs!

[a-drifting-mannequin]

Unexpected guest

Fandom:DSAF; Dayshift at Freddy's

Pairing: None

FNAF x DSAF

(This is an old story that I made long ago before I had Tumblr, probably two years ago. It was my favorite to write so I decided to rewrite it! This thing had three parts btw; Testing out first pov again)

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Take place in DSAF 3

Jack's POV:

"Another day, another dollar.." Scott sighed and fixed his tie. At least he's prepared for another day of work.

The tycoon passed rather quickly as not much adjustment can be made and nothing could be added to my restaurant. Besides upgrading the security office, I also upgraded the stage and fixed the light in the women's restroom. I had about six complaints before I actually fix it. At first, I didn't really care but the complaints were annoying so I had to.

These past few days wasn't as bad as I thought it'll be. Being the 'orange maniac' that 'revived bear worshipping pizza cult isn't easy, that's for sure. Managing this damned restaurant was already hard and stressful enough, but there's a double standards to everything and everyone.

Scott has been a great help around the place, considering everything. Managing customers and my taxes, looking after little brats that runs around the restaurant was also hard so I appreciate all the help I could get.

Walking around the hallway, I quickly spotted an off-looking door to my right. Although it looked and felt like any other doors in the hallway, this one seems to have its own uniqueness that made it stand out more than the rest. The vibe I was getting from it didn't sit right, either.

The door was almost covered in stickers, crayon drawing and such at a child's like height. A single color pencil drawing on a rather crumbled paper was taped to the door, further up than the rest. It showed a poorly drawn little girl in a pink dress, two boys that looked awfully like Mike and Mike. Jr, a woman with reddish orange hair in a teal colored dress and a man in a purple uniform. It was similar to Dave's uniform back in Colorado and Bakersfield, but not completely.

There was a silver plate above the door, pepered with flower stickers and colorful makers. Upon closer examination, I realized that there was a name craved into the plate.

"❁Elizabeth❁"

Being as curious as any normal person would be, I grabbed the door knob, inhaled deeply before exhaling sharply. My musckes tensed a bit but I pushed on and twisted the knob, letting myself into the room behind this mysterious door.

Behind it was a child's room, specifically made for a girl. A pink bed sat quietly in the middle of the room with a red clock positioned right above it. Cream coloured floors with white walls covered the room, giving it a more cozy atmosphere. A toy box sat in the lower right corner of the room, filled with dolls, some with their heads popped off and stuffed animals that looked more intact. Poorly drawn pictures were pinned to a small bulletin board that hangs over a little study table.

The pencil at the edge of said table looks like it'll be ready to roll off any moment but didn't. Blank, crumbled papers and some broken crayons were scattered over the surface, making it look like the little girl who stays here had a fit of some sort.

I quietly and quickly backed up against the door and twisted the knob, hoping to be brought back to my accursed restaurant than to stay a moment longer in this place. It's nit like I'm afraind of children, but intruding a child's bedroom is something else.

Unfortunately, as soon as the door was open, I stood in the middle of a hall lined with rooms, all with a silver plates with craved names on them rather than my pizzeria. I tried and gathered the courage to look over the railings of the stairs before quietly making my way down.

The house didn't have much to offer. The living room looked almost identical to Peter's house, except the little toy box filled with plushies of the animatronics like Foxy and what not. The little Golden Freddy plush scares me though.

The kitchen is literally the copy of mine, with the same fridge color, almost identical table set up and everything. The table had a little vase on top with wilted flowers inside. There was no water in the vase to keep it alive for any longer. Somehow, my thoughts wandered and somehow got the idea to go outside this house to search for some roses to replace it.

"Who are you?" A high pitched voice rang up from behind me, snapping me out of the weird thoughts in my head.

I turned my head around to see the similar little girl from the drawing that I saw on the door. Green eyes stared back into my glowing white pupils. Except for a pink dress, she has a magenta button up on with a blue skirt that was just a little above her knee. Her hair is a reddish orange color with a bow that had the matching color of her shirt.

Her stares were long and unsettling, her hand clutches onto a teddy bear's arm and a smile tugged at her lips. I stared back, not knowing whether to say hello to her or to tell her to keep that mouth shut.

"Mommy!" She shouted loudly, now smiling a lottle wider than before. That caused me to freak out and speed pass her on instinct to avoid any possible troubles.

Before I knew it, a voice of an older woman responded to the little girl's call and for sure, she'll rat me out like all kids do.

I eventually found a staircase that leads down below the house, nowhere near the staircase I previously walked down. With not much of a choice, I rushed down the stairs, tripping up against the steps but I regained my balance quickly. The voices from above fainted away slowly with a final yell from the woman that sounds like warning. Or maybe it's not, i really don't care.

When I hit the floor below, I stopped and panted quietly. Out of breath, I leaned against the walk and follow its lining. This was pobably the basement, I presume. A doorless basement, not like I'm in any kind position to complain or judge.

I slowly gain my vision in the dark and spotted an area that was dimly lit with whatever light source that was down here. I slowly approached it and finally reached where the lights were. The first thing I spotted was a figure of a man, evenly trimmed hair with a purple uniform, like Dave's. His black tie was placed neatly on the table, where pieces of scrap metal and aninatronics parts was laid, looking cold like a face thay doesn't pay taxes.

I froze in place and hold my breath, afraid that I might get his attention even with a small sigh. The noise of pencil scribbling on to a paper neatly clipped to a clipboard send some shivers down my spine.

"I wasn't expecting anyone, you know." He said in a low, almost silent tone. He stopped writing and placed the pencil and the clipboard down with an audible 'click'.

My nerves clutch together and my limps goes numb. He knew I was there, but refused to make it obvious until it was the right time.

"You caused a lot of trouble, if you must know." His voice had a tint of humor as he crossed his arms and tapped his shoe against the concrete floor. Sounded like he was a boss talking to their employee.

"Chris, bring him back up for Elizabeth and I'll come later." He asked, walking over to a little hallway on the right that I wasn't able to spot. How did I missed that?

Before I could make a move, a high pitched giggle came from behind me and I was knocked out cold. The only thing I saw before falling unconscious was a little boy, dressed in a similar manner like Mike. Jr back in Bakersfield. Back when me and Dave rigged Balloon Boy to be able to bite down.

Just where the fuck am I?

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If you did read everything I posted on my blog, you could tell the writing style is kind of off. I apologize because it had been a while since I wrote 1st POV and this was also from 2022.

[simstasia]

It's been a while...

So... yeah. It really has been a while since I posted anything on this Simblr, especially anything that is gameplay-related. To those who are still following me, thank you so much! I will post again someday, I promise.

I wanted to come on here to talk about the state of The Sims 4 right now. This is more of me venting my frustrations with the game than anything else, but if you're reading this... again, thank you. I haven't touched The Sims 4 gameplay probably since last spring, and the reason for that is that my game is simply unplayable at this point. Okay, it's not quite that bad, but the immersion is just not there anymore. I realized how bad the situation was when I finally sat down and played The Sims 3 for the first time in forever. I bought The Sims 3 for the first time in my life around 2021, and before that, I had only played The Sims 4. Playing The Sims 3, I realized how immersive the game can be. Sure, it has its issues with lag, but honestly, currently, my Sims 3 game runs mostly better than The Sims 4, aside from CAS and build mode. But aside from those, the gameplay in The Sims 3 is so rich, and I don't even own nearly all the packs! I also enjoy how spontaneous the game can be, where crazy drama just happens without me forcing it. And let's not even talk about how beautiful and big the Sims 3 worlds are! Gameplay-wise, it's honestly hard for me to believe The Sims 3 is the predecessor of The Sims 4.

Right, so I might start posting more The Sims 3 content, but this post is meant to be about The Sims 4. First of all, there just isn't enough gameplay in the game. The base game is extremely limited and boring to play on its own, but the extra packs honestly aren't much better. The features added are usually extremely shallow and don't add anything for long-term gameplay. And man do I miss having different animations for interactions! In The Sims 4, Sims just move their hand, and things appear in front of them like magic.

Second of all, the simulation lag completely breaks any immersion I have for the gameplay. If you don't know, simulation lag is basically that thing that happens when your Sim won't perform an action no matter what you tell them to do. Instead, they just stand around and stare into space while often bobbing their head around. No mod I've found has been able to fix this issue, and The Sims creators clearly have no intentions of fixing it either. Granted, my laptop is very old and I have a lot of CC, so I expect to run into some issues in my game. However, I have seen Sims creators with top-notch gaming computers have horrible game-breaking simulation lag, meaning this isn't just an issue with my old laptop.

Lastly (seriously thank you so much if you've read this far), EA does not care about the game or its players. Lately, pretty much all the newer packs have had game-breaking bugs on release, and some of them have still not been fixed (ahem, My Wedding Stories). And even after all the complaints from players, the latest For Renting expansion pack came with a small world mostly consisting of rabbit holes and set dressing and limited and broken gameplay. What I've seen the pack has made many players' games completely unplayable and even messed up their old saves.

In conclusion... I stopped buying The Sims 4 packs since My Wedding Story and WILL NOT purchase them ever again until they fix the current game (which is unlikely since many continue to purchase these broken packs). It seems complaining about the state of the game does nothing, and instead, we should be hitting where it hurts... EA's money.

Also, expect some Sims 3 gameplay...

[lacependragon]

So I'm a hundred pages into Fourth Wing by Rebecca Yarros at this point and... I'm impressed?

I have listened to people rant about this book, and the one person who gave it five stars I read agreed it had a lot of flaws. So I went into this book prepared to wince but wanting to check it out.

You know what I found?

A physically disabled main character whose disability shapes her actions, the plot, and how people view her, who is still allowed to be sexually attractive and horny - and I will defend this horny character because how often do disabled characters get this?

A background family drama that entwines the various members of Violet's (MC) family to her, all in ways that aide the story overall, whether with conflict or solutions.

A smart and compassionate character who thinks things through and while she sometimes makes bad calls, you understand her thinking and why she did it.

Thematically appropriate world-building that, while not logical in our world, follows the cultural background and central focus (vicious dragons) of this world really well. The world-building aides the story in a really nice way.

Internal consistency. Lots and lots of internal consistency. Lots of small gestures and moments adding up so you realize how things are happening even if Violet doesn't. And Violet is smart. She picks up a lot of things on her own and makes great solutions for her problems and while she wants solutions and assistance, she knows what her options are and she will fight back against ableism.

Casually queer characters???? Casual characters of colour??? Not reduced to stereotypes??? Violet makes friends. Genuine friends, and they're fairly diverse. Her best friend, Rhiannon, is queer, in a really casual and normative way.

And yeah, the dialogue is a little clunky, the quirk of exposition as a de-stressing tool is silly, and spelling Scale as Sgaeyl to make it an "edgy" dragon name is just ridiculous. But those are my only complaints so far.

Also I unironically love the edgelord that isn't an edgelord love interest, Xaden. I've already figured out his game, and why he's pulling what he's doing, and it's brilliant. It's so simple but so cool and I love that once you realize it, all of his actions become perfectly consistent (so far).

I dunno man, this book reads like fanfiction, in the sense that it's extremely character focused, very light-hearted at times when it probably shouldn't be, and gets very horny when you least expect it. But it's also fun. And it's not a "turn your brain off" book, it's a "think like a romance author writing a fantasy romance for the first time" book.

[danielfeketewrites]

Rick and Morty: The Ricks Must Be Crazy ("Battery World")

Since I've started the challenge some time into January, I wanted to start with something breezy. A quick read.

The Ricks Must Be Crazy (a title referencing the movie The Gods Must Be Crazy) was originally called "Battery World" and is 42 pages long. I picked this particular episode of RaM mostly just because I remembered it as one of the really good ones. And it's in the second season, which I think can be considered the only season loved by basically everyone who gave this show a shot.

Unfortunately, I didn't remember just how fucked up this episode actually was.

A brief sidenote about formatting: Mr. Guterman (and the show in general, if I'm not mistaken) does something I haven't really seen all that much when reading scripts - bold letters instead of capitalisation for emphasis. I'm used to "Summer SCREAMS" not "Summer screams" but that's probably just a personal preference.

So, let's start with the B storyline - "Keep Summer Safe" - where Rick's car has to protect Summer. I have to admit, I was kinda horrified by some of the stuff here. Because the whole storyline... Isn't really funny. It's extremely bleak, actually. Imagine this outside of the context of Rick and Morty. There aren't even that many jokes here, it tries to get by just on the absurd escalation of events here.

That's not say that it's bad. It's an engaging bit of high-concept sci-fi drama that fits well inside the episode. It just really isn't funny. Just brutal. At least to me, on the paper.

Now, let's move on to the A storyline - "Into the Microverse" - which is why this episode is really good.

I love this so much. It's not just an exploration of a cool sci-fi concept. It's also an exploration of Rick at his worst. He's a hypocrite. He's a narcissistic asshole. His car is powered by slavery.

For me, probably the most fucked up moment for Rick comes here:

This comes RIGHT AFTER an exchange where Rick and Zeep bond. They both realize how alike they are. They have a connection. They are VERY similar and both of them realize it now.

They could be soulmates... If one of them technically wasn't the other one's slave. So, Zeep betrays Rick at the first opportunity he gets. And how does Rick react, knowing that this guy likely thinks a lot like him? Like this. Rick presumes with absolute certainty that Zeep will destroy his live's work and commit a genocide just the get rid of Rick (i.e. kill god).

And when they get out? Rick is the one who actually does it. He destroys the miniverse. After all, that's why he came to the microverse in the first place. To "fix the battery".

You're right Zeep, he is a monster. I mean, you're probably too... But still. Rick is an absolute monster. And for all of this episode's focus on Rick's hypocrisy, this "casual genocide" isn't brought up very often.

Not a complaint, necessarily. This episode already juggles a lot, it doesn't really have time to dwell on this. Still, I forgot about that and now it's very difficult to think about anything else. Because for Rick, this is the moment of triumph. Not yet, technically, but he fixes his car here.

And it all leads to this...

But again, it's not JUST that the episode completely reveals Rick as the awful person he is. It's that it works in tandem with the miniverse/microverse idea which makes it such a good episode. Because the miniverse/microverse stuff is genuinely clever AND genuinely funny.

"small thing HUGE" and "BIG THING small" is a great trope in sci-fi comedy (see Men in Black), but The Ricks Must Be Crazy (or "Battery World") pulls off a nice twist on that with the matryoshka universes. That just works extremely well, imo.

So yeah, while I really didn't enjoy reading the stuff with Summer here (again, it's not bad, just... really bleak), this is an extremely good script and still one of the best things this show has ever done. (Admittedly, I'm not caught up - as of writing this, I still haven't seen seasons 6 and 7.)

My favourite RaM episode is still Never Ricking Morty, though.

(love this gif to bits, btw)

Also, I should probably mention that this is an American TV show and therefore has been written by a writer's room. Dan Gutterman is responsible for a chunk of the outlining and definitely at least some of the drafts but the story itself has been created by a group of people (lead by Dan Harmon) and the script has likely been revised to death (probably by Dan Harmon).

Aaaand... that's the end of my first proper Script Reading Challenge post. Yey! Don't worry, not all of them will be this long. I just wanted to talk about this specific script in a bit more detail.

My personal takeaway as a writer from this script is this: "We are not so different, you and I" is basically a meme. However, there's power in not just talking about it but showing it. Doing it for real. A character #2 existing to reveal who character #1 REALLY is. Through their similarity. That's good stuff.

[callipraxia]

The closest I've ever come to just throwing something out there without editing it is probably with "The Great Cosmic Cartoon Chess Game," which I think was my first Gravity Falls essay and which I wrote in one or two sittings and then posted at like one in the morning one night...pretty sure it's the second-most engaged with post I've ever written, unless it actually surpassed both the Ford Essay and the first Hirsch interview analysis essay I wrote a couple of months ago - it would take a lot of tedious clicking to figure out exactly which one is the One Essay To Rule Them All and I only have four minutes left on my work break, so I probably will determine that for sure later, but it did very, very well and I was very, very surprised. However, even as someone who is normally kind of nitpicky about anything that's posted and isn't a personal complaint, I can attest that you really do have no idea how the audience is gonna take things. Exhibit A: those two times I wrote about Bill Cipher torturing someone.

I spent weeks working on the chapter of Interproximal Gradations where that happened, but it wasn't because I thought it was too far out of pocket in terms of what was portrayed. It was just because I was trying some structural stuff with the chapter overall that I had never tried before and I wanted/needed the writing to be extra-good to support it. As far as Bill being a nightmare went, I thought I was pretty well within the lines canon had established for the portrayal of such things, and indeed that I was a bit more restrained than canon. The audience...was of a different opinion. Apparently, it's the most horrifying thing I ever wrote, despite my multiple attempts to write about physics coming unraveled and a character literally melting and...wow, I write a lot of messed-up stuff, don't I? I now kinda want to protest that I'm not one of "those" writers, but I'm not entirely sure what writers I mean by that, so let's move on to the other time I wrote something on that general theme.

The other time took place in "The Player of Games," and it is the one and only time that I have ever made myself deeply, deeply uncomfortable with something I've written. Like...this one scene is no small part of the reason why I assumed at one point that I would never finish "Player" and why I hesitated to post it even once I realized that I was, for whatever reason, going to finish the thing. That scene was...bad. I put a trigger warning on it, despite being Old and therefore often not doing that as much as I probably should (for the longest time I just forgot, having been writing with and for the same five people and nobody else for twenty years at that point and it having not been as much of a thing when I was younger, but even now, I often wrestle with myself over whether what I wrote is really upsetting enough to spoil the contents of the chapter over, especially when the upsetting material is or is a direct result of a plot twist). And I meant for the scene to be horrifying, so horrified reactions were expected, but y'all know the Internet - I was afraid it would instead be interpreted as me being into something I actually find deeply disturbing, since I couldn't exactly underline "and that was bad and sick and wrong" explicitly in the text without lowering the overall quality of the text (like I said, I'm one of those pretentious people who takes my fanfics semi-seriously and tries to produce the best writing I can, within some vague semblance of reason). And then...pretty sure that only one person ever commented on the scene I'd been so squicked out by writing, and that person seemed to understand perfectly what I'd meant by it, so good thing I didn't abandon the project over it, I guess?

TL;DR, audiences are indeed often at least a little bit unpredictable no matter what approach you take, basically.

If posting fic online has taught me anything, it’s that I have no idea how the reader will react to anything. Nada. Zip. Zilch. Not the faintest clue.

Fics that I think I scribbled off just to get them out there get the kindest, most rapturous feedback. Fics I slaved over, agonized over, bled my soul into get a couple tepid replies. Fics I thought were me revealing the darkness and weird kink that lives in my brain, scared to even post it for fear of judgement, get, “Aaaw that’s so sweet!” replies. Baffling.

My conclusion? You just never know. You really just can’t know. When I did a workshop with 20 other writers I would try to guess what their critique of my story would be and I was right maybe 1 in 20 times. Only one other writer would have the same critique for my story that I had. And it wasn’t even always the same person.

The encouraging part about this is, if self recrimination, the fear that you know what people won’t like about your story, is holding you back, just say fuck it! You’re almost certainly wrong! All you can do is make it the best story you can for the energy you have. And yeah, sometimes that means scribbling it out in an evening and kicking it out to the void of the internet before you can change your mind or worry about editing it more than once because then you’ll never post it.

It’s all chaos, man. You don’t get to decide what the audience thinks. All you can do is create it and put it out there for them to decide.

[bedsheetghost413]

Ghost rants about Mariko Tamaki's "Skim."

Honestly, the Mariko Tamaki hate is kinda deserved because "I am Not Starfire" is a shitty self insert, and "Skim" has a literal teacher-student romance that isn't ever shown as really bad or illegal. But I think people ignore her other work that is actually kinda good. I grew up reading her comics in middle school, and they felt important and like they had something profound to say. Probably because I was a gay tween trying to figure out myself, but it still shows that they still had an effect on me. Particularly "This One Summer" and "Laura Dean Keeps Breaking Up with Me."

It's also kinda weird how the only people I've seen actually review her work are "comics/media is getting too woke now!!1!1!!!11" types. Like, it feels like they're just hating on her without trying to understand why certain artistic choices were made or if there was any meaning behind a character's actions. I remember that the art teacher did tell Skim she wanted to end things, idk if it was when Skim came to her house after she left the school or another thing, but every review I've seen skips over that. I feel like with the inclusion of that part, the story becomes more of a "teacher takes advantage of a student who feels lonely and isolated, feels guilty and bad about it, student still doesn't understand because she isn't mature enough to realize what happened was wrong" story. The art teacher feeling bad doesn't do anything to make the situation better or absolve her of her actions. She was the adult, and she should have kept things professional and legal. But it changes how the reader can interpret the story. I still don't understand why it was included, though. It could've just been a "gets a first girlfriend and then she breaks up with me for no reason" romance instead, maybe even make the girlfriend her friend's older sister (but still within an acceptable age range) to imply that the girlfriend broke up with Skim because she felt bad about dating her little sister's friend.

I always thought of "Skim" as being about a high school girl who's angsty and shitty. We're getting a small glimpse of her life and what happens in that time frame. We see how there's a tragedy at her school that she sees the response to as being "over dramatic." Which is ironic because Skim herself is just as dramatic, not how she thinks her classmates are being, but in the way a kid on a TV show goes through an edgy phase. I think people forget that a protagonist can be an asshole because that's another complaint I see brought up all the time. Skim is an ass. You don't have to like her, she doesn't care if you do, but she also does because she wants to be liked. She's a teenager, anyone who's recently been a teen, one that was an outcast like Skim and had an edgy phase, can relate to that. You want to be cool, but not like the popular kids are cool, so you go too far in the other direction, and you feel like everyone else doesn't like you, so now you feel like an outcast.

Another thing I don't get people complaining about is the diary format and how it's "too disjointed." It's a diary. Is it supposed to be like reading a day by day basis of what happened and how and where and when? No! A diary is meant to be a collection of thoughts, feelings, and other shit you want to get off your chest. Does it always work? No. Does it mean it's a bad format? No. I feel like it fits with what "Skim" is going for. It just may not have been executed well.

I think I might re-read all the books of hers I read as a kid to see if they still hold up as much as I felt they did. It's been a good few years since I've read any of Mariko Tamaki's books, so maybe I'll interpret things differently now. I based all of the above on what I remember thinking and how I interpreted the book when I read it in middle school.

[sleeplesslark]

May I also send an ask for the character game: Kakashi, 9 and 21. 😊

Of course! You may always send me an ask.

Hehe mr. Kakashi! Good choice

Once again under a cut cuz I'm wordy

9. Could I be roommates with this character?

Personality wise we'd probably be fine but not close. He'd be off doing his thing. I'd do mine. He doesn't seem the sort to approach people or open up to them unless he has to. His approach with team 7 comes to mind.

I could maybe see him pulling small pranks on me depending on how he sees me, I'm very jumpy irl and I feel like that would amuse him. That might be the most of it, though.

There is something that is outside Kakashi that would cause us a few issues. I'm not really a dog person. I've had bad experiences with poorly behaved dogs who were off leashes. I don't hate dogs or anything, but if I don't know the dog or it's jumpy, I get pretty nervous.

This isn't unworkable, but I definitely feel like it would be a short roommate situation with one of us moving.

21: if you're a fic writer and have written for this character, what do you enjoy doing? What do you dislike?

Hmmmm, he's one of the characters where I didn't have as many issues with his voice or thought process. I like being able to tug on his shared history with Kabuto. Both having been in the ANBU and not having had the best time of it. It's something that can draw them together, but also makes them suspicious of each other.

His care for his students is also fun to portray. He cares a lot for his original trio in a bit of an understated way, though it's present in a lot of his interactions with them. He's stern, wants them to succeed, and can be jeering or cruel to make that happen (see his teasing Naruto and Sasuke about not being immediately good at tree climbing, chapter 18. Or his entering them into the chunin exam at all). This is constantly contrasted by all his affectionate little gestures, though. It's fun to try and catch that energy.

Dislikes...I'd say his overall role in the fic can be fun but hard to balance. He does his best by these kids which is great but in canon itself, with Naruto and Sasuke especially, it wasn't enough at a point.

Due, in part, to Kabuto being there this point is coming a lot quicker and it's coming in Sakura too. She's realized she was left out of some important discussions and information and that this is normal, part of the system Kakashi is trying to train her to exist within.

In a way Sasuke leaving in the fic caused everyone problems. Kakashi bringing Kabuto into the team caused a rift as well that's still affecting things in small ways. Kabuto himself telling Sakura and Naruto that mission reports can be fabricated, the village might lie to them, Kakashi has kept things from them.

This balance is fun to strike but can also be pretty hard while keeping everyone in character properly. Especially with Sakura striking out on her own more. She's the responsible member of the team so her acting out more, not keeping to the background when it's dangerous, it poses a different kind of challenge.

Dislike might be too strong a word, but there are definitely moments I'm not sure I'm hitting the marks characterization wise. I haven't had any complaints, so it's probably on me expecting something higher than I can achieve, but balancing Kakashi’s role can cause headaches. He has to be their mentor still, the one everyone can come to when things get bad, but slowly the team just, is moving on before their power levels are really ready for it. We'll see if I can stick the landing.

I hope this covers it. Thank you so much for the ask!

[noctivaguz]

dead by daylight silent killers with a easily scared S/O

warnings: stab, swearing, passing out/fainting, and i have never written before but got bored And decided to because why not, hope you enjoy.

❖ ── ✦ ──『✙ - ✙』── ✦ ── ❖

The Shape (Michael Myers)

✙ starting the trial and looking around you realized two things: you are at Léry's Memorial Institute and you are alone. amazing.

✙ deciding to go straight to a generator, you started doing it while while on full alert, occasionally shivering at the crackling sounds. no matter how much time you've spent in this place, you'll never get used to this environment

✙ the silent was too loud, but just as you were thinking about leaving the generator, you hear a scream in the distance, presumably from Claudette, making you instantly relax a little knowing that the killer is far from you and busy with someone else

✙ but relaxing was a mistake

✙ almost finished with the generator, you think about the possibilities of who it could be, maybe it's the legion you thought, i'm not hearing any particular noise like throwing bottles,screams of rage, bell ringing, so maybe it is, but it could also be a- "HOLLY FUAAAAAAAAAA"

✙ it was Michael

✙ behind the mask he gets a bit confused, why are you screaming so much? he knows that this is normal because in a trial everyone gets scared, and seeing a killer silently watching you is not a pleasant sight, but you are more jumpy than everybody else

✙ so he has an idea

✙ and this idea involves a scratched mirror and an offering to Hawkins National Laboratory.

✙ and so the plan begins

✙ walking from gen to gen and passing through other survivors, he searches for a specific person only, you

✙ after a small time he finds you, and there you are, working on a generator looking behind you every two seconds like always, just turning your attention to the machine again when there is a skill check

✙ he can see your stressed expression, muttering something incomprehensible, that probably is complaints as to why anyone would put an offering for this map

✙ After a few seconds watching you, he decides to reveal himself, earning from you a scream that he's already got used to hearing, and started to walk after you, but then he stopped after a short time, making you confused, and looking behind seeing nothing you questioned what is he doing?

✙ you kept walking but when you turned a corner you bumped into him again making you scream one more time

✙ so he continued, chased you a bit, stopped, stalked you through the walls to see where you would go and jumpscare you again and again

✙ but then you passed out

✙ you just fell hard on the floor, not even screamed, Just shutted down

✙ noticing your lack of movement, he lifts your body and inspects your face, noticing your eyes closed and slack limbs, not moving even a inch

✙ is this….. normal? how did you faint? can't the entity like, prevent that? And talking about It, why isn't doing anything?

✙ not knowing what to do and a little frustrated, he decides to just throw your body near a hook and then starts chasing someone else, And when he is done killing everyone, he throws your still unconscious self into the Hatch

✙ if you feel bad after that he will Just think something between the lines of "stop being so scared", but after seeing you really upset he doesn't know how to comfort you, but will let you lay down on him to calm down If you want to and will try not to do that again

✙ key word try not to

✙ If you stay mad at him he will absolutely do it again

✙ anyway you never stopped using spine chill after that day

Ghost Face (Danny Johnson)

✙ you were just there quietly making your generator and when you look to the side there he is, only half of his head out, with the mask boring into your soul

✙ you made a sound so loud that even he got a little scared and then you ran away

✙ a tremendous asshole about it

✙ when he realizes how easily scared you are he gets t h r i l l e d

✙ he loves the survivors' feeling of fear and panic, but seeing yours? the best of them all

✙ will constantly scare you and look for different ways to give you a heart attack

✙ one day he even purposely stepped on a branch but out of your sight so you can be paranoid about noises but seeing nobody, and he heard you stop working on the gen and just saying a loud NO.

✙ but one day your body just couldn't take it and you passed out not so gracefully on the floor of the Yamaoka Estate

✙ he was stunned, so he crouched down and shook your shoulder

✙ "Y/N? Y/N!!!! oh my fucking god they fucking dead"

✙ so he did the most logical thing to do and took a picture on top of your passed out body and went in search of other survivors, but hey at least you got the hatch

✙ even knowing what might happen he will probably do it again (and he probably loved it) so better prepare spine chill

The Pig (Amanda Young)

✙ she of all the silent killers is the easiest to spot because of her jigsaw boxes scattered across the map, not counting her roar before attacking

✙ but even you sometimes get tired of being alert all the time and end up getting distracted

✙ she realized that you hadn't made any move to exit the generator so she knew you didn't detect her

✙ so the last thing you saw and heard before you stumbled out of the generator was a roar and a knife being stuck in your back, you didn't even have time to scream because of the stab giving you a sprint

✙ she finds It kind of funny when you scream but also too loud

✙ she's understandable and won't push your limits too much but will still do her job

✙ boop the snoot to get a free escape pass

✙ she's not much of the touchy time but after a tiring match, why not? So cuddles after the trial? cuddles after the trial.

The Wraith (Philip Ojomo)

✙ the first time it happened you got to see his silhouette, but even so it didn't stop you from getting scared, mainly because of the sound of the bell, you're absolutely sure that your body took a screenshot that day

✙ he is the most understandable of them all

✙ when he first realized how genuinely scared you were, he apologized, he doesn't like hurting you

✙ but you reassured him that it's okay, he is Just doing his job, besides, he at least still has a warning to start running so It is still something

✙ after your matches together you two sit by the fire and lie on each other

❖ ── ✦ ──『✙ - ✙』── ✦ ── ❖

if you read this far thank you very much you're a champ

[hotch-stufff]

Meet the Parents

Gif is not mine

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x f!Reader

Warnings!: angsty, mentions of neglect, bad parenting, fighting, arguing, lots of yelling, parents saying degrading things towards reader, but happy ending between reader and hotch obviously

Description: Hotch meets your parents that have never approved of you or anything you do, how will he react when they begin picking apart your life?

A/N: not rlly sure if i love this one, but I hope you guys do. Probably a bunch of spelling errors, just warning you.

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It was a bad idea.

Of course it was a bad idea.

You really didn't know why you had to go through with this.

You never wanted to have to introduce him to your parents. You had hoped this day wouldn't come. They were... not the best parents in the world, to say the least.

But you were engaged, getting married in only a few months, and your parents had of course heard of your engagement from your older sister. She had accidently let it slip on her last visit.

And now you had to introduce him. And God you were terrified. They had belittled and picked apart each and every aspect of your life.

It wasn't really your father, more so your mother. But he had never stopped her and joined in occasionally.

They had always hated your decisions. You had joined the marines straight out of highschool, and went to the FBI academy after 4 years of service. You had then quickly made your way to the FBI's behavior analysist unit, and that was where you had met your now fiance, Aaron Hotchner.

And of course your mother disapproved. She had always wanted you to go the traditional route. Be a stay at home mom, married with kids by the time you were 20.

You were now 28 and just getting engaged, so of course your mother was going to have some complaints.

But you had never expected how the night actually had turned out.

You had been wringing your hands the entire way there. Aaron had been worried about you for the entirety of the trip. Constantly sending you glances, taking your hand in his own and squeezing reassuringly.

"It will be alright, love." He would tell you. You would simply glance at him shaking your head.

He didn't know how wrong he was.

Soon enough you pulled up into the driveway of your childhood home. Your heart beat widely as you stepped out of the car, meeting Aaron on the other side.

"I'm sorry." He shot you a confused look.

"For what?" he had asked.

"Just apologizing in advance." And with that you rang the doorbell. You heard footsteps and the door was yanked open. Your mothers shrill voice rang through the air.

"Honey! They're here." She sent a smile Aaron's way, and glanced at you dissaprovingly. "Darling. What on earth are you wearing?" You looked down at your simple dress and rolled your eyes.

"Good to see you too mom." She shook her head.

"Of course of course. Good to see you as well. And you must be Aaron? We have heard nothing about you." You scoffed, quickly covering it with a cough, as Aaron responded.

"Yes, Aaron Hotchner ma'am. Its wonderful to meet you."he stuck out his hand for her to shake, but she just turned around and strutted away.

"Do come in, we wouldn't want dinner to get cold. You're already 20 minutes late." She scolded as she walked through the kitchen door.

"Mom, we are 5 minutes early." You stated simply. She laughed like you had said the most absurd thing in the world. You just rolled your eyes.

Aaron shot you a glance and you smiled softly at him.

You gathered around your table, hoping for a somewhat pleasant meal. You father walked in glancing at Aaron before doing a double take.

"Ah you must be Aaron." Your father held out his hand hesitantly. Hotch shook it respectfully introducing himself.

"Yes sir, Aaron Hotchner." He nodded politely.

You all sat around the table and began eating in silence. Small talk here and there but mostly silence, until your mother finally spoke up.

"So, you two met at work?"she asked, disdain present in her voice.

"Uh, yes we did. We work together at the BAU." You replied, catching your mothers eye roll but electing to ignore it.

"Yes, I'm the unit chief, and Y/n is one of our best agents." You couldn't stop him before he made his mistake. And you saw the realization flashed in your father's eyes.

"Unit chief? Like the boss?" He asked.

"Shit." You muttered under your breath. "Yes dad, like the boss." You said a bit louder.

"You're dating your boss!" Your mother exclaimed.

"Mom, its not that big of a deal, he isn't my direct boss, another agent is." You tried explaining.

"Ugh, this government talk us just too much at the dinner table." She sighs dramatically and you shut up, not wanted to start a fight so early in the night.

You all continued eating until your dad spoke again.

"So Aaron you must be significantly older than Y/n." Your father continued. Aaron nearly choked on his drink.

"Um, there is a small age difference yes. But we have never let it bother us." God this was painful.

"No but, why on earth would you bother with a young, disappointment like Y/n? I mean she's obviously gained some weight. She had a dishonorable job for a woman. She doesn't have a family, and jmis just now getting into a serious relationship. I mean seriously Aaron, you could do so much better than, her." You could not believe the audacity of this woman. Your mother effectively silenced the entire table. You felt tears gather in your eyes. As you tried to stop them from falling down your face, Aaron set his wine down calmly and stood up.

"Your daughter is very far from a disapointment." He stated matter of factly. "She is by far one of the Best people that I know. She is the love of my life. She is one of THE most prestigious agents in the FBI, and is apart of one of the best teams in the country. She is the most amazing partner in the world, and had become my favorite person. I dont know how you consider yourselves decent human beings when you can sit here and degrade your own daughter like this. And I feel sorry that you can't see how amazing she truly is." He was nearly breathless when he finished. You stood up beside him.

"Aaron's, right. You guys are the most indecent human bei-"

Anger had flashed in your fathers eyes as he stood angrily, slamming his hands on the table, effectively interrupting you.

"How dare you come into our house and speak such words towards us!?" He yelled at Aaron and you with a furociousness you hadn't seen since you joined the marines.

"Sit down and shut up!" Aaron yelled right back, furious that your father had just interrupted you.

You decided it was time to step in and leave.

"Me and my fiance will be leaving now. I hope you have wonderful lives. And the next time I hear from you it better be an apology otherwise you will never be meeting your grandchildren. And my my wouldn't that just be very indecent." You finished in a mocking tone, spinning around and walking away, Aaron hot on your heals.

You somehow held off your tears till you reached the car and pulled into your driveway and then you completely broke down.

Aaron held you the best he could over the console, trying his best to make you feel better

"Sshhh, sweetheart, its okay." He whispered into your hair. "That was so brave. I'm so proud of you." You smiled slowly pulling away from him.

"Thank you Aaron, for everything you said in there. I never would have had the courage to say anything to them if it wasn't for you. So thank you." He was about to protest, but you shut him up quickly by pressing your lips to his in a passionate kiss.

"I love you." He mumbled against your lips.

You just kissed him harder, getting your message across loud and clear. You pulled away, wiping away your tears.

"I think they liked you." You mumbled a few seconds later, causing him to burst into laughter.

"Especially when I told your dad to shut up." You giggled at his statement.

"Especially then." You continued laughing as you leaned in kissing him again.

Never had you been happier for having a man like Aaron Hotchner.

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[fuck-customers]

Mkay.

I'm gonna try to keep this short but here's a small cast of characters:

Carl - part timer. Lazy as fuck. Only works 10 am to 2 pm. Spend entire shift on the client computer reading Manga. Gets huffy if he has to actually help people.

Pam - manager. Head honcho of our location. Been there 27 years. Cool.

Patsy - regular client who is pretty much Pam's second mom. Has been through hell and back but she's a fighter. Pretty chill.

Today (March 1st) was wild. We had a high school student in job shadowing with us. I had postcard order to hurry and finish. Parent location had their large format printer down so they're sending us large format orders to run off. Pam is having the job shadower help her run the plans. Carl is being a lazy shit mad he can't sit on the client computer because Pam is using it to handle the printing. Shooting the shit in the back while I'm cutting postcards.

Get called up front by Pam to help with walk in clients. Walk ins are other regulars of ours we vibe with. Carl helps one. I help the other. More people walk in. We in the flow.

Patsy walks in while I'm printing something. Tells me she doesn't feel good and wants to go sit. I motion her on to the breakroom while thinking "if you feel bad why don't you try to get home?"

Hella busy. Don't even notice anything beyond who I'm helping. By the time it calms down Pam is clocking out on her lunch break and asking Patsy if she needs the hospital. Two minutes later leads Patsy out saying she's going to the hospital. I finish outstanding stuff I had to do. Carl decides he wants to talk about the latest Manbat movie with the job shadower. Ignoring emails coming in.

I go on my break. I ask the job shadower to keep an eye on the emails (because Carl fucking ignores the emails!). Pam still isn't back. Had texted me saying Patsy just got taken back. I leave the shop to run some errands. Come back around 40 minutes into my break. The boss man is there to deliver paper and pick up what we printed for the main location. Carl is angry. Apparently he said he had to leave at 1:30. He said he told Pam he had to leave at 1:30. When? I don't fucking know when he got there this morning he clocked in and came straight back to try to find something to get him out of actually working.

He bitches. To the boss. About Pam. Not being there. Made it seem like she "dropped everything to run off and dick off with Patsy."

I didn't say anything because I was hungry and went to the breakroom to eat.

While I was eating Carl apparently aired an entire complaint to the boss against Pam. Making it seem like she fucks off to do this all the time.

Need I remind yall Carl is the one who doesn't do Jack fucking Shit when he's there?

I come out while Carl is still in his little temper tantrum. Admitted he made a complaint with the boss directly. Pam has texted and updated me on Patsy. Patsy had super rapid heartbeat, was clammy, left side entirely numb. Probably having heart attack.

I tell Carl this and he goes "oh. Shit. Maybe Patsy is actually having a problem."

Carl clocks out and leaves. I'm running the shop alone with the job shadower. I encourage him to go eat.

Pam comes back around 3. I end up telling her about Carl's tantrum and how he complained to the boss. Pam is mad because Patsy was actually at major risk of fucking dying. Not to mention Pam never fucking dicks off for three hours for the hell of it. Actually fucking works unlike Carl.

Pam is furious. Explains that while it was busy Patsy was in our breakroom barely able to stand, sweating buckets, and unable to speak without slurring. I didnt realize it was so bad and apologize for any dismissiveness I showed. Pam says she's going to speak to Carl about his complaint tomorrow. Hopefully before the job shadower comes in.

I apologize to the job shadower for the shitshow he has experienced with us.

And now we wait to see how tomorrow goes.

Thank you.

(And yes, Patsy was able to go home the same day!)