#I'll be writing a lil series on her relationship with him ^-^

[lvrsparadise]

Can you write an angst with chris where he gets mad at y/n for something when she just wanted physical touch and then he runs after her and apologizes with like a fluff ending? If you can’t that’s ok! I love your stories :)

'CLINGY' - C.S

Synopsis - request !

Warnings! - angst, fluff, kissing, Chris being a lil poopy head, no actual use of Y/N, profanity, mentions of anxiety and anger issues, commitment issues, reader has a dog, a Pitbull, I think that's it. Let me know if I missed anything!

A/N - Of course! Thank you for requesting! I really hope this is what you meant, I wasn't completely sure about most of it, but I think it works.

Today was kind of stressful. I had an anxiety attack in the middle of my presentation in my creative writing course today. And that lead me here, sitting in my living room waiting for my boyfriend to answer his phone.

I sigh as it goes straight to voicemail, for the 4th time. My dog, Lucy, hops onto the couch next to me and lays down next to me, laying her head on my thigh.

I decide to text Nick to see if anything happened or something.

Me: Hey Nick, is Chris doing anything rn? Nick: No. He's just sitting on his phone. Why? Me: I've called him four times and he hasn't answered. It went straight to voice mail each time. Nick: Damn. That's weird. Me: I know. But I'll just leave him be for now. thanks Nick. Nick: Of course.

Huh.

I sigh as I drop my phone on the coffee table, making a clinking noise against the glass. As if Lucy can feel my emotions, she sits up from her laying position and gets in my face and starts attacking me with kisses, full of slobber.

After she calms down and decides to lay on my lap fully, I grab the TV remote and turn on something to keep me occupied. I go to Disney plus and turn on Tangled.

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I'm at the scene when Flynn Rider gives the crown to the two thugs, and they put him on the ship and sail him to the jail, when I hear my phone buzz from its place on the coffee table. I sigh as I pick it up and low-and behold, it's a text from Chris. One singular text, that made my heart nearly stop.

Chris: Can you like, stop calling and texting me so damn much? You're being so clingy.

I just leave him on read and throw my phone back down, this time hitting the floor and not the coffee table. I feel my blood boil. My head is buzzing from anger. I try to focus on the movie, and I start to pet Lucy from her curled up spot on my lap, confining me to the couch.

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The movie finished and I've since then turned-on YouTube, watching Joey Graceffa's Escape the Night series. I hear another buzz from my phone, and I pick it up from the floor.

Matt: fyi, Chris just left and is walking to your house now. Me: Thanks for the heads up. Matt: Course.

Low and behold, a knock at my door. Well, more like several knocks, each one making Lucy bark.

I scramble to the front door and open it, to see an almost angry Chris.

I furrow my brows. "Chris is-"

He just pushes past me and into my house.

"Why'd you leave me on read?"

I sigh as I shut my door and turn to face him.

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe to not come off any clingier than I already was!" I say with sarcasm in my voice.

"Why weren't you answering my calls?!" I ask in retaliation.

He looks dumbfounded. Like he doesn't even know why he dodged my calls.

"Chris, why were you ignoring my calls?" I ask sternly. I feel my mind go blank and fuzzy. I feel my stomach knot up. All because of my anger.

He sighs in defeat, probably now knowing why.

"I guess, I just had a little moment."

"What do you mean by moment?" My voice is calmer, and quieter.

"I mean, you know this. I just got scared for a second. My commitment issues kicked in a little. I got insecure. I just, my mind kept going over the worst scenarios of me fucking up our relationship."

My stomach un-knots itself and I feel the fuzziness in my head go away. My expression softens and I walk to him, grabbing his hands.

"Chris, you could never fuck up our relationship. I mean, even if you did, we'd always fix it. I know you have issues with being in a relationship, I get that. But you could never hurt me, never. I love you." I put one hand on his cheek and smile softly at him. One he returns.

"I love you." He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me close to him. I wrap my arms around his neck, pull him closer in a hug.

After he pulls back, his hands are still on my waist. I lean up and press a gentle kiss to his lips before pulling back.

"Feel better?"

"A lot better. I'm sorry."

"It's okay. Just, if you ever feel like this again, let me know. I'll help you."

His handsome smile overtakes his face, making his eyes brighten. I push a few strands of his hair out of his face with a smile on my face as well.

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I doubt I'll ever actually make a MCD rewrite, gods know my fixation will die down long before I'd get anything on paper or even finish rewatching the whole thing, but it's still fun to share what ideas I have come up with, so here we are!

In a hypothetical rewrite, I would change a bunch of dynamics. If I were to write mcd, a large portion of season 1 would be relationship focused. And I DON'T mean romantic necessarily, I mean building relationships, fleshing out the town, making the audience really get to know the characters and how they interact with each other.

My biggest focus is on Aph's closest friends, so here are my current ideas and hcs!

(Note here: I mention aroace dynamics, I am aware that it's a spectrum, I myself am on the spectrum, I just haven't decided how it would work with Aph herself so it's vague.)

Garroth:

Still in love with Aph

Laurance is his best friend, depends on him when he can't depend on Aph

Views Dante as a younger brother or son

Much less jealous and possessive over Aph, accepts that she may never feel the same, though is causes him heartache.

Has a habit of "adopting" people, most likely due to his past and feeling like a failure to his younger brothers. (Zenix, Dante, Levin, Brian etc)

His closest friends are Aph, Laurance and Dante. Unlikely friendship with Dale and Logan along with Cadenza

Laurance:

Likes Aph, though mostly mistakes his loyalty and fondness and genuine friendship for love. Aph is just as important to him as she is in the series, it's just not romantic love

So much less pushy. So so much less pushy.

They play flirt with Aph, as they do in the series. (Example, the table scene in s1)

Puts his feelings for her aside whenever needed. She needs a guard? He's there. She needs a friend? She's there. She needs to gossip? Girl, what'd they do this time?

Tries to gently push Garroth to do something, anything about his feelings. The pushing turns less gentle after the SK business though it's not his fault

Father/Big brother figure to Malachi.

He's closest with Aph and Garroth and Cadenza, very close with Dante as well, though they don't know each other as deeply as the others do.

Probably friends with Katelyn and Nicole as well, they spar together from time to time.

Gossips with Lucinda from time to time, they shit talk over tea

Yip probably really likes him

Dante:

Sibling like relationship with Aph

Ridiculously loyal to her

Definitely closest to her than anyone else

Had a super good relationship with Nicole, would have stayed together had their interest not clashed.

Dante would have wanted to stay in touch but Nicole needed time to herself

Started getting close to Nana after their split

Loves children, father/big brother to Malachi and Levin

An absolute goof, loses braincells with Laurance, Garroth and Aph. (All of them are super capable by themselves, absolute dumbasses together)

Aph:

Not romantically interested in any of them (I haven't decided if she's on the aroace spectrum or just not interested in men, but I just don't imagine her liking any of the guys)

Views Dante as a brother, Laurance as her best friend and Garroth as a close friend

Has always kind of felt like there was a wall between her and Garroth, couldn't explain it

Genuinely unaware of Garroth's infatuation until the ending events of s1 or then the dreams of s2

Confused over Laurance and others teasing Garroth

Made an effort to get to know Emmalyn after their bad blood died down, recognising her own issues with boundaries and respecting people's space

Unlikely friends with Emmalyn, though it gets tainted a lil after the Irene discovery

(In case not aroace: Zoey is her wife, though this could also be interpreted as platonic. In any case, they are wives and share a friendship that could only be seen as soulmates.)

Considers Laurance and Zoey her platonic soulmates, feels as though the two understand her better than anyone could or would.

Bonds with Aaron particularly well, though they have no romantic involvement.

Aaron:

Not in love with Aph

Sees his late wife in Aph along with his son in Levin and Malachi, and they end up helping him heal over time.

Forms a special type of bond with Aph, and finds himself able to rely on her much more than anyone else

Begins bonding with the others first over their shared hatred of Zane

Due to his time as a lone wolf, he struggles greatly with talking to people for a while

'Fast' friends with Dante, the two bond over the loss of their villages and family.

Surprising friends with Logan, along with Brendon and Emmalyn.

Becomes a father figure of sorts to Dante, Levin, Malachi and other youngins in the town.

Enjoys sparring with people, but begins first doing it out of necessity to be stronger, though it overtime becomes something he truly enjoys

Soft spot for kids

Ferociously protective of Aph due to their close relationship and her resemblance to his wife.

Ends up finding peace in Phoenix Drop, willing to do anything to protect it

Helps Levin figure out lord stuff with Aph.

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Hiii c:

Soo, today i wanted to see a little the Redfield siblings dynamic (also a bit of Jill time because she's also pretty important) and the Leon-Luis Relationship <:

(((ALSO I'M SO SORRY THIS IS SO LONG)))

(((i didn't put a warning the other times but : the seguent content includes mentions of suicide)))

—The Redfield siblings + Jill Valentine

In The Mandela catalogue, the character i chose for Chris is Mark. He's a very closed off 18y.o., very religious and is the best friend of Cesar Torres, which I'll interpret as Jill.

In the vol.1 (where these two are explore more), Cesar calls Mark, telling him that he needs to come to his house because his mother fainted and needed to go to the hospital. Cesar needs Mark to turn on the security cameras since his mother told him she saw someone.

So that's exactly what will happen with Jill and Chris, Jill will call Chris to tell him that her mother saw someone and needed him to turn on the security cameras while she brings her mother to the hospital.

Now, what's the problem with this? Jill had been attacked by an alternate, causing that alternate to copies Jill's form.

((this explains the drawing and also i chose her cus she was brainwashed by Wesker in re5))

Chris went into Jill's house to turn on the cameras, even tho he always said her house was very shady and he didn't like it. This causes the altenate to follow him home.

★How is Chris' character like?

Just like Mark, very closed off and turns to religion to cope with his problems and is very scared of alternates. Especially because Chris already had an encouter with an alternate when he was around 4y.o. In the series, there's in a video Mark's story about the way he met an intruder in his house.

Chris will also meet an intruder, which will be Ada. This makes him much more scared and cautious about alternates.

Chris' flaw is that he's christian, and turning out to such big religion, it's one of the worst thing you can do in 'The Mandela Catalogue' universe. As I've already mentioned, The Archangel Gabriel (main antagonist) is rapresented by Albert Wesker, who is an alternate. Causing Chris to have no way out either thing he does (if he prays, he'll pray for Wesker, an alternate) since now the alternate arrived in his house, and its waiting for him outside of his room.

Chris will end up shooting himself in the end, writing prayers in his diary and leaving that evidence to the cops.

★What's Claire's character like? + Leon and Luis

Claire is the little sister of Chris, and she's rapresented by Sarah, which is also the lil sister of Mark. Sarah is around 4-5-6 y.o. when Mark commits suicide, and same thing will be with Chris and Claire.

Claire, with this accident, wants to know more about paranormal entities since the cops easily dismissed suicide of her brother, since they didn't know what to do. That's why Claire doesn't like cops, and she wants to do everything by her own.

Claire is funder of the Racoon Paranormal Society, the same society Leon and Luis became part of. She'll later on become more and more distant sinceLeon will push her to do more and more about the altenates.

Their relationship will become more rocky when Luis, during the 'mission' him and Leon have, (in the series it's in Vol.2) Luis dies (I'm sorry everyone) by crashing his car while leaving Leon to the 'mission' alone.

★How will he crash? What's this 'mission'?

This 'mission' is basically Leon and Luis' job.

'You see, we act.' is the slogan in the R.P.S., you can call them and explain the situation you have with a possible alternate. With a payment, Leon and Luis will help you up with your problem.

This one mission, unfortunately, is letal for Luis.

During one of their usual 'shifts' (in vol.2 of the series, winter of 2009) Leon and Luis receive a call from a woman who says she needs help with her cat. Even tho it is dead, she can still hear its meows. Leon and Luis, after being offered a huge amount of money for three nights (300$/night), they eagerly accept and go right into the house, after stealing a car since their broke down.

Leon goes into the house, searching for strange things, but Luis stays inside the car since he's still very skeptical about alternates and just sillies around.

During the second night, things start to get real.

Their equipments start to act weird, repeating weird pharses or glitching. The meows appear more and more clear, and they come from a long stair case that was before locked the night before.

This is when the heated and dreaded argument happends.

Luis finally gets serious, and scared, looking at the footage Leon is sending, he just gets more and more 'weird vibes' and, not wanting to lose his 'best friend' (interpret as you please c:), he starts telling him to come back and just let this alternate thing in the past.

Leon disagrees, telling him that this is the perfect occasion, and is quite pleased with the way Luis is starting to get real. And now Luis is even more worried, finally letting out what he was thinking about the whole 'R.P.S.' situation.

Luis says he can't take it anymore, barely even keeping in his worry and anger at Leon for taking this as a joke, for thinking this is just something he can deal with alone. Saying that their lifes where taked away by these things, that Leon should know this more than anyone since a certain figure in his life died for this .

((the og series don't say anything, but it's very speculated taht it was talking about the mother of this character))

Leon obviously lashed out, telling Luis to just 'leave him then' and even tho Luis tried to tell him to not walk down those stairs ( og dialogue: 'if you walk down those stairs, you'll be joining her' ), Leon walks in anyway, while Luis drives away.

((i will make a more detailed version of the dialogue later on))

Leaving Leon alone in the house, Luis ends up panicking about what will happen to his friend. This is were the GPS of the stolen car starts to act weird with him. Starting to play over and over the voice of The Archangel Albert, repeating over and over 'you left him behind'.

Overwhelmed, with tears in his eyes, Luis yells to shup up and while trying to turn off the GPS, he will end up crashing at the side of the road.

((I tried to make it interesting but this is hard considering i don't write as much as i used too </3 ))

I promise I'll do things much more detailed later on, i don't know if i could write some sort of fanfiction but I'll see in the future since lately I've also started going to a theatre lab at my school and I've been busy </3

((lil drawing i made on my school desk of Kid Leon seeing his first alternate)) ((i made some more explaination on that over one of my lasts post about Ada))

Thank you SO SO much for the attention if you read all of this cus honestly this is crazy for me & remember that you are worthy of being someone and being yourself, even if you don't know who you are yet <33

[potatoqueenpal]

In hate fueled motivation, your favorite potato has made a Colm Greer gets Karma because he's a fuckass deadbeat dad and a shitty husband motherfucking skid mark leaving ass bitch fanfic.

I'm planning to make this a series AND it will be uploaded to Ao3 (when I remember)

This is my first time writing a fic please be nice to me!

That's all... enjoy!

Wilted Roses

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As long as he has lived, Colm had never faced consequences. It wasn't surprising, a quip from his silver tongue and a wink of his eye, and you were hooked. How else had Marie been able to stick with him through the fights and the gambling? How else had Lil Milo believe his false promises? Yes, life for Colm Greer was good. But Fate is funny in that way, isn't it? Just when you have everything built perfectly, it falls apart, and the people you hurt might just fall with it.

(This is the cracking point in Marie and Colm's relationship and when Milo is still little. I'll try my best to explain what timepoint these chapters take place in. Lol. Have a good read!)

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"Toots! I'm back!" The man called. As much as Colm tried, his silver tongue couldn't hide the irritation from another failed gamble, much less the reek of whiskey from his lips as he stumbled, trying to take off his shoes, muttering a curse as he nearly tripped over one.

It was late as the grandfather clock on the wall hit 10. The soft chimes seemed loud as if even the clock was irritated by his late arrival. "Listen, I know what you said about gambling with your money, but I had a good feeling this time and, well, I haven't been paid yet, so.." Colm drawled off his eyes widening as the whiskey clouding his vision let up just enough to see the living room. Balloons and ribbons laid across the floor, and wrapping paper was balled up into trash bags. A single slice of cake sat on the table next to the wall that held a banner, 'Happy 8th birthday, Milo!'

Shit.

"Kiddo?" Colm called panicked before being interrupted by Marie stepping out of the kitchen and leaning on the counter. Arms crossed as her hazel eyes glared daggers, her auburn hair tied neatly, well, was tied neatly as strands of hair stuck out, flour and egg stuck to her apron and the sound of the dishwasher was faint.

"Where. Were. You."

"Toots I-"

Marie held up a hand, interrupting him. "Before you bullshit me, 500 dollars are missing from my saving jar, and I smell the alcohol on your breath."

Marie paused for a few seconds, almost daring the man to think of a lie before making a 'continue' gesture.

"Toots, I'm sorry. I needed some extra cash and-"

"So you stole from me?"

"I'll pay you back!"

"With who's money?!"

"Toots-"

"No! Just, no."

Marie took a deep breath.

"I can take the gambling, and the alcohol, and the lies but what I will not do to MY son is let you lie to him about being there over your job or gambling. Over, and over again. I will not let you lie to my baby like that. Do you hear me?"

Marie's nose flared like a bull as she scolded him like a child, Colm couldn't even speak up about the irony with how small he felt.

"You wanna be out so late? This isn't a hotel. So I suggest you find somewhere else."

"Marie, you can't kick ne out this is my house-"

"The house you're barely in? The house I can barely pay for because you spend every cent you get?!"

"That's not fair, I'm busy with-"

"I don't care what you're busy with, it shouldn't stop you from seeing your son!"

Colm sighed, the silence echoing in the room. With no other choice, he pulled his last card.

"You're really going to keep me away from my son?"

If Marie was younger, she would've apologized, saying it's not what she wanted and insisted he sleep on the couch and they talk in the morning. But years upon years of the love and family, she worked so hard for being ignored for the sake of work. Marie could find nothing more than: "Goodnight, Colm."

And with that, Marie left. Her bedroom door slammed behind her as Colm was left in the living room alone. He didn't waste much time sulking as he shook it off as a bad day and too much tension as he trudged back outside, car keys in hand. And the cake slice left uneaten.

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Woo! That took a while! Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed Marie snapping at Colm and I look foward to seeing you in the next one!

Love you!

[nyaagolor]

Pre-Story ZeroTrio

I have this extremely elaborate explanation rotating in my brain all the time about how the ZeroTrio's relationships change over time, but I've never properly written it out or posted it here. I got inspired recently tho, so I'll be writing it out in a series of posts bc it's Extremely Long. Anyway, figured I would start out with the pre-game-timeline. Under the cut so as to not clog the dash :)

Nemona and Arven

The two of them not only lived nearby but were also the only kids their age in the neighborhood-- they didn’t really have anyone other than each other to play with. I think Arven found Nemona a little overbearing while she found him a lil snippy, but they got closer as time went on just due to proximity and also because Nemona’s parents were very strict on her and her manners, so playing with Arven was the only time she really got to be herself. With Nemona wanting to be herself and Arven just wanting someone to pay attention to him, they ended up getting over their initial apprehensions and being besties in the way only 6 year olds can be. Nemona helped Arven teach his Maschiff different battle strategies and they just had a lot of fun running around in the grass together.

Uuuuuuunfortunatley, this got worse as they got older. Nemona’s parents were convinced that bc of her chronic illness she couldn’t go into battling and encouraged her to be a pokemon professor. They encouraged her to talk to Sada/Turo, which she did in earnest. She had a lot of talent for someone so young, so the professors actually gave her the time of day because they were interested in her battling prowess. For someone like Arven who was ignored and neglected emotionally (one parent walked out, the other was absorbed in work, etc) he immediately got jealous of any time that Nemona was "taking from him" and shifted a lot of the blame of his parents’ absence onto her. He was a kid, and the thought of his parents being the problem or having such clear flaws wasn’t smth he could handle so he subconsciously shifted the blame onto his friend, as that was a far easier pill to swallow

Then the professor came home with the ‘raidon and things got worse. Arven had already started to distance himself from his neighbor (because she's pushy and annoying, he told himself), but now he had the 'raidon to take care of and just didn't have time to play. Nemona was constantly hounding them, wanting a strong opponent to battle, but Arven was pretty clear about wanting to keep her and the 'raidon far away from each other

Somehow, she always found a way to sneak to the back of the lighthouse to try and join when the ‘raidon and Arven were playing outside (she was absolutely a lonely kid and had too much time on her hands so she legit just wandered around Poco Path waiting for them). They did manage to play for a while, having a few good meetings and play fights before Nemona properly challenged the ‘raidon for a battle

Unlike Arven, though, Nemona has a pretty bad sense of emotions and body language and wasn’t really picking up on the fact that the ‘raidon was going a little too far and that she was in increasing danger until it was too late. The raidon is a bit like a giant puppy, so the play fighting turned into play Biting and before anyone realized what was happening, the ‘raidon had locked its jaws around Nemona’s arm. It wasn’t hard, but Arven only saw this beast his parents said explicitly to keep safe attacking someone and tried to tear the raidon off her. He only succeeded in startling it, causing it to clamp down at Nemona’s arm and lash out at Arven, clawing him in the face and blinding him in one eye (the one he now covers with his bangs. (Neither of these injuries heal because the raidon is a paradox pokemon and the injuries caused by them don’t obey traditional laws of spacetime).

The screams attract the professor, who realizes their specialist little monster just mauled the kid of the most powerful people in the region. Nemona’s parents are mortified. They never saw what attacked her and admittedly Nemona didn’t remember either, blocking most of the memories out, but it’s enough, and the professors understand that if they want the 'raidon safe they need to leave Now. So in true professor fashion, they book it out of there that night, leaving Arven behind without a word

Arven becomes so bitter and resentful towards her, blaming her for his parent’s disappearance because he doesn’t know what else to do, and the two of them don’t really speak again. Nemona tries to go over to see him, but each time she’s ignored– Arven barely leaves the lighthouse anyway

They end up growing up and becoming distant, with Arven stagnating due to trauma and his home situation while Nemona excels. Watching her succeed, Arven is reminded of all his failings and his missing parent and ends up projecting all his self hate and insecurities onto her (she is not aware of this). To top it all off, Nemona’s lackluster social skills come in clutch a second time when Arven emerges from Area Zero, a lil roughed up and horrified about the damage to Mabosstiff. Nemona sees him and excitedly asks him for a battle, getting a little pushy until he eventually snaps and says some things to her that he is Not Proud Of.

Nemona hasn’t really been talked back to like that in years, as everyone feels she’s too nice to really be told off, and learns to avoid her snippy rude neighbor thereafter. It’s not until the game that they speak again, since Arven is actively avoiding Nemona bc of how she triggers his insecurities by existing and Nemona knows enough to give him a wide berth lest he snaps at her like last time. He strongly dislikes her, tho it’s more misplaced angst and self hate, while she doesn’t explicitly dislike him but thinks he’s kinda mean

Penny and Arven

Arven is in the same boat as many of the exchange students, where he mostly stays at the academy during breaks if he can help it because it gives him access to the cafeteria and a heater and all the other amenities their professor parent didn’t bother with for the lighthouse. Plus he hates being in the lighthouse alone. And at one point, after their parents manage to miss Christmas without so much as a phone call, Arven starts ranting as he walks down the hallway, eventually slumping against a door and muttering his woes to the empty space

He’s surprised when his phone buzzes and starts reading out texts– there’s no number attached, almost like someone just started speaking through his phone. According to the mystery messenger, there’s a person who lives on the other side of the door, and she heard everything. She offers him a bit of stilted understanding, and while she isn’t exactly the best at comforting, Arven feels a massive weight off his shoulders at the prospect of someone– anyone– listening to him. So he rants and raves because Someone is listening, Finally. He explains to her that he’s a good cook and leaves a sandwich at her doorstep before he leaves as a thank-you

And thus begins their fun little game. The mystery messenger is always in her room, too shy to speak or meet him face to face but always holed up inside, ready to listen. Arven shows up at random, venting and ranting and always packing sandwiches for her because he knows she'll always be there and loves his sandwiches. She reveals a little about herself too, about her anxieties and poor diet and everything else, and so Arven just keeps coming and leaving snacks

She learns that Maschiff actually likes jam better than peanut butter and he finds out the name of her favorite anime. He realizes she likes sweets better than savory stuff and she realizes he’s really good at remembering little details. So they chat, not knowing the other’s name or face, and become something close to friends

Then one day Arven comes and chats with his friend, but his phone isn’t buzzing like usual, it's just quiet. He keeps talking though, because his friend said she gets tired sometimes, until he has nothing left to say and the sandwich he brought starts to get soggy. He leaves it by her doorstep and goes back to his room. It’s gone the next day, so he feels more emboldened and tries again

He talks to her for hours, always coming back despite the silence– because at least if she’s taking the sandwiches he knows she’s listening. Eventually, he tells her he's going down to Area Zero. She says nothing, but he feels like this is finally time, but returns with Mabosstiff hurt and no idea what to do. So he just goes to his friend and slumps against her door and cries. He asks her what to do next, but predictably, she's silent on the matter. He says he can wait, so he sits with his back to her door until he eventually falls asleep, a sandwich for her in his hand

It’s a janitor that wakes him up. She asks Arven if he’s the one who has been leaving the sandwiches by the door. Arven says yes, and the janitor looks mildly annoyed– you know I’ve been cleaning those up each night, right? she asks. Arven tries to explain they’re for the girl that lives there, but the janitor is confused. No one lives in that dorm anymore. The occupant moved out in a hurry. It suddenly dawns on Arven that he’s been venting and crying and pouring his heart out to an empty dorm for weeks because whoever this “friend” was didn’t have the courtesy to say goodbye

Arven leaves, feeling more betrayed than ever and absolutely positive that being vulnerable in front of others only gets you hurt, and so the two of them never see each other again– until they do, but they don’t know it :3c

Nemona and Penny

They don’t know each other before the game starts. They know OF each other, but Nemona is too one-track-mind-ed and Penny is too intimidated by her for either of them to reach out to the other

[flowers-shouldnt-die]

If I can have you, no one else in this world can

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Vilgefortz of Roggeveen/Tissaia de Vries Characters: Tissaia de Vries, Vilgefortz of Roggeveen Additional Tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, i will not tag all the stuff that happenes, Jealousy, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Fingering, Squirting and Vaginal Ejaculation, Vaginal Sex, Creampie, at this point i don't even care if it's ooc, it's just smut, ruined nightgown Series: Part 2 of This is happiness Summary:

As per @Lexi_lulu3383's request on tumblr: "what if Vilgefortz get a LIL bit Jealous bc of some king, right? And Tissaia's like "well- it doesn't matter bc I only want you" and Vilgefortz is all like- "well- your about to have me" and then it's like- smutty n stuff.

And that's it.

@mtg-is-life-frf girl, this is for you

Notes:

My usual relax smut after the pain of writing a chapter for Metamorphosis. Fair warning: no beta, barely re-read, done in a day or two. If it sucks ass, let me know and I'll upgrade it.

Tissaia had another meeting with the kings, which would have been fine, except this time more mages joined them, and that meant more wine was included. It was practically a small party - without the music, and again, this alone would not have bothered Vilgefortz. He might have headed the Council with her, but he had no problem with Tissaia dealing with the rulers of the Continent on her own. He worked better in the shadows anyway, and he had a dislike for those people in the first place. All that being said, he refused to admit to himself that he was seething, so close to seeing red and just ruining all the efforts they put into managing the Northern Kings.

If Demavend didn’t stop drinking and didn’t stop being overly friendly with Tissaia, his Tissaia - an angry voice whispered in Vilgefortz’s mind - he might do something she definitely wouldn’t like. That fat fuck even had the fucking nerve to ever so slightly touch her back - not too high, not too low - so no one could technically say anything about this friendly gesture. Vilgefortz closed his eyes and took a deep breath. At this moment, his beloved looked at him with concern in her eyes. She sensed his distress, and when their eyes met, she gently smiled at him. Her eyes, the soft curve of her lips, the little turn of her nose - it was enough to calm him. And then Demavend fucking stepped way too close and whispered something to her, and Vilgefortz had to step out of the meeting hall.

The breeze of the sea caressed his face as he stared into the darkness beyond the horizon. That fat motherfucker. He had a very good chance of dying before the night was over. It’s not like he was jealous. He didn’t really have the right to be; none of the guests knew about their relationship, and not even all the mages knew. He understood the King of Aedirn’s fascination. Tissaia was always breathtaking, especially now, with her new, more alluring hairstyle and ever so slightly different dress. It was all still very Tissaia, but there was something about her like this that made his heart beat a little faster, and he had a hard time looking at anything else but her. He trusted her completely; he knew she was playing her part to keep the kings in line, but damn. That asshole had a lot of nerve. Even if he was drunk, it was no excuse. Besides, Vilgefortz wasn’t jealous. He knew what was happening; she knew it too, and they both knew what they needed to do. And that didn’t include beating the shit out of Demavend.

He was so preoccupied with not being jealous that he didn’t notice her approach and he shuddered a little when her hand touched his shoulder. Tissaia stepped closer to him, and he hugged her, maybe a little too tight, and she buried her face in his chest. She was just the right height; the top of her head reached his chin, and he leaned into her hair.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, her voice muffled by his embrace.

“Nothing,” he whispered after much consideration. She chuckled a little at his stubbornness.

“I could sense from across Aretuza that you are troubled.” His love looked up at him and put her hand on his cheek, caressing his handsome face. He smiled, took her hand, and kissed her palm. Her heart melted a little, and she pushed herself on her tiptoes and pressed her lips to his. He held her even closer, and she wrapped her arms around his neck. The kiss was sweet, and reassuring, and he loved how she tasted -  of wine and vanilla mixed with cinnamon. She had such a sweet tooth, and he found it adorable. The formidable Arch Mistress, who put the fear of any God into kings and commoners alike - and she moaned while eating chocolate-covered strawberries or lemon cake with caramel on top. 

When they parted, he shook his head. “Let’s go back, my love.” With one quick peck on her lips, he released his hold of her, and they made their way back to the meeting. 

And not even ten minutes later, he mumbled, “Fucking hell,” when he saw that piece of shit actually touch her back just a little bit too low. His movement was quick; she had no time to react when he stepped next to her, pushed Demavend’s hand away, pulled Tissaia close to him, and gave her a small kiss on the edge of her lips, perfectly on the place between her cheeks and her rosy, sweet, and soft lips. The king looked a bit sheepish; the rest of the people who saw what he did looked surprised; even Tissaia needed a moment to regain her composure. Good thing he wasn’t jealous, or else he might have caused a scene. 

The rest of the evening was relatively uneventful. After his demonstration, Tissaia kind of avoided him, fearing he might do something more. He understood, and actually made himself useful by talking with some of their colleagues. Vilgefortz didn’t have anything else to worry about anymore; Demavend thankfully got the message and backed off finally. The night concluded with yet another agreement about the threat of Nilfgaard and how they should all work together, and so on and so forth. He knew none of the kings and queens would keep their word, but they had peace, at least for a short while.

They didn’t speak that much after. They retreated to their bedroom, and she could feel the emotions flowing through him like lava, still burning hot, fooling those who didn’t know any better to come closer and touch. She saw it in the way he held his jaw tight and in how his face contorted when a particular thought crossed his mind. He silently made them a bath with way too much relaxing oils and candles. When they settled in the warm water, he possessively held her tight and only let her go when she insisted that they actually clean themselves. He agreed, and after they finished, he cursed himself. The opportunity was right there, but his mind was clouded by the fumes of not jealousy. He could have given her the bath of her lifetime. 

After putting on her nightgown, Tissaia looked at him. He was still standing by the window, his brows furled. She sighed, loud enough for him to hear, and he understood her wordless request. Vilgefortz stepped next to her, his blood feeling electric, and he wrapped his arms around her waist.

“Would you tell me now, please, why are you so angry?” She asked as he pressed his forehead to hers. She knew, of course, that he was jealous, but she wanted him to voice his feelings and not just mope around the room. And yet he shook his head and kissed her, not willing to say a word. He bit her lower lip, and she moaned a little before pulling away, resting her hands on the sides of his face. “You do know that it doesn’t matter what happened at the meeting, don’t you?” she whispered. “I only want you.” Before she could kiss him, he pulled back a bit and smirked. It was a devious, filthy smirk, and her breath got caught in her throat.

“Well,” his face got closer to hers as he spoke, “you’re about to have me.” Tissaia had no time to react; he kissed her hard, his teeth grazing her soft lips and his tongue teasing hers. His hands slowly caressed her sides before venturing further down, and she sighed as he cupped her buttocks. Vilgefortz pulled her dress up, and he ran his palms against her thighs. She felt her arousal growing, took off his robe, and let her hands wander all around his muscular body. His lips found her neck and bit down on her tendons, sucking at her flesh, leaving a bitemark and a reddening spot. He was already in such a mood, so when the high collar of her gown stopped him from kissing the delicate curve where her neck meets her shoulders, the restrained volcano inside him erupted, and he reached up to the front of her dress and, with one swift and sudden move, tore the fabric apart. 

“Gods,” she cried out and pulled his head back by his hair, guiding him into a hungry kiss. He freed one of her arms from the restraints of what remained of her nightgown and moved his mouth to her shoulder, licking it, biting, and teasing all the way, and then back to her neck and lips. He picked her up, her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, and she kissed him desperately as he walked them to the bed. With one hand, he reached down, pulled the covers aside, and then tossed her onto the bed. Tissaia laughed a little at his hurried attempts. She climbed back, positioning herself so that her head was resting against her pillows. He was following her every move above her, and when she finally settled, he parted her legs, pushing himself as close to her as he could. She whined when she felt his fully erect manhood pressing against her swollen core. 

Breaking their fervent kiss, he got rid of her dress, tearing the fabric completely. Her breathing was quick, but it was nothing compared to his erratic panting. His hands touched every inch of her exposed skin, grabbing her hips as he kissed his way lower on her. Vilgefortz took his time; his mouth found her breasts and bit down on one. She gasped, her head spinning, and her soft whimpers started to get louder as he sucked on her already hard nipple, licking it and torturing her with the touch of an expert while his hand twisted and pulled at her other one. He took one between his teeth and pulled at it, and she could do nothing but hiss and dig her nails deep into his shoulders. Her face was flushed, and her breathing mirrored his urgent rhythm.

He finally started kissing her lower, and he bit the delicate skin above her hip bone. His hands parted and teasingly went up and down her thighs. Kissing her abdomen, his hot breath tickled her, and her hand found its place in his hair. The smell of her arousal filled his nose, and he had such a satisfied smile that he could get her so shamelessly wet in such little time. Tissaia was quivering when his tongue delved into her folds, giving her a slow and thorough lick. He did it again, finding her center, and tasting her sweetness made him growl while she was panting and moaning. He finally settled a bit further up; the flat of his tongue was pressing against her swollen bud, before pulling away, only to soothe her need again. She tightened her grip on his hair, and sweat started to glisten on her body. She felt the pleasure building up, slowly but relentlessly, as he claimed her with his mouth over and over again. He teased her, circling her sensitive nub, sucking on it, and dragging his tongue across it until she was seeing stars. She was moaning louder and louder, and her legs were shaking, yet his sweet assault on her didn’t stop. She felt the pressure getting closer to an explosion, and when he took another long lick across her sensitive nerves, she cried out, her thighs closing around his head while she grabbed his hair with painful force.

Vilgefortz waited until her breathing evened a little and her legs weren’t holding him in a delicious prison. Positioning himself lower on the bed, he kissed her core again before parting her folds with his fingers and pushing two inside her. Her hips buckled, her breath hitched, and he curved his fingers just right to touch the sweetest spot inside her. She felt her wetness dripping out, even with him moving inside her. He sped up his pace; the sound of him pleasuring her was only muffled a little when he pressed his mouth against her bud again. Tissaia was overthrown by sensations, the increasing speed of his fingers and the relentless teasing of his tongue made her moan without restraints. The sheets crumpled as she gripped them. She felt her release nearing her again, and her back arched as she kept getting closer and closer. He continued his ministrations and never slowed his hands. Her hips started to move with him, and her toes curled as she was about to tip over.

“Like this, Kitten?” he murmured against her slick folds before he did her favorite thing with his mouth, and she cried out as she came. Her walls clenched his fingers, his hand got soaking wet, and her body moved in intoxicating waves. 

She didn’t have time to calm down this time. His free hand pressed down on her lower abdomen, just above where he still tortured her with his mouth. He moved the fingers inside her as quickly as he could, and she was screaming. The world stopped existing, only the continuous flow of pleasure registered in her mind. She heard the increasingly wet sounds he had drawn from her body. The pressure she felt before came back with vengeance, and she tightened around his fingers once again. She felt herself wetting the bed, but his hands never stopped. Just when her noises turned into desperate whimpers, he drank up all her juices from her sensitive core and she felt like crying. Her body couldn’t take it anymore; she was shaking, dragging her nails across his scalp, and pulling his hair hard. 

She kept repeating, “Please, please, please,” but neither of them knew what she begged for. Each word sounded like a confession of her sins to him, and he breathed through his nose and had to close his eyes. He finally pulled back from her, releasing her from her torment. His hands were soaked, but so were her lower body and the bed under them. Vilgefortz decided to give her some time, so he only peppered her face with gentle kisses and waited for her breathing to even out.

“You are my favorite delicacy, Kitten, you know that?” She chuckled between deep breaths and caressed his neck.

“What was this all about?” Talking was still a challenge, but she managed while grinning.

“What do you mean, love? I always take good care of you,” he teased and kissed her. She moved her hands to his pants that he still had on, and with a quick use of magic, he got them off him with ease.

“Don’t you teach the novices not to use chaos without purpose?” He whispered against her lips.

She smirked, “But it did serve a purpose,” and she bit his lips and opened her legs for him. He groaned at the sharp pain and felt blood in his mouth. She licked the fresh wound on his lip, and he wasn’t able to hold back anymore. His penis easily slid inside her warm and tight cunt. He didn’t waste time, and he hurriedly moved his hips. 

“Oh, Gods,” she cried into the crook of his neck. Vilgefortz took her hands from his neck and pinned them above her head, intertwining their fingers as he continued to thrust into her with rapid force. The bed began to hit the wall, and her cries grew more desperate. Tissaia’s body started to move with his, and she struggled to keep her eyes open. The ache in her stomach found her rather quickly; she was still so sensitive. 

One of the most erotic thing a mage could do was an open channel during intimacy. Not only between their minds but their sensations as well. Their chaos melting together for their pleasure, not knowing where one’s ends and the other’s begins. This has become a habit for them at this point in their relationship, and so when Tissaia felt his magic reach for her and become one with her own, she felt like a bolt of lightning had struck her. She moaned at the same time as his thrust. The hairs on his chest rubbed against her nipples, and she could barely breathe.

“Keep your eyes open. Look at me, love.” She really did try, but as a breathy cry left her swollen lips, she couldn’t anymore. One of his hands went around her throat, just holding it without pressure. “Don’t close your eyes, Kitten. I want you to look at me when I make you come again.” Tissaia desperately tried to do what she was told, and until the last moment, she managed it, forcing herself to focus on him throughout the fog of pleasure. And then she forgot how to breathe; her back arched and her legs pulled him even closer as her walls pulsated around him.

He was panting; sweat covered his body as he watched her ride out the waves of her climax. She looked so deliciously sweet. Vilgefortz grabbed a hold of her hips, and with a swift move, he lay down on the bed. He sat up and kissed her, pulling her head back by her hair before biting down on her throat, and she made the most intoxicating sound. He shifted a little; his back was against the pillows and the wall. 

“Turn around, love,” he whispered against her mouth. She gasped, and with shaky legs, she slowly lifted herself and did what he told her. She positioned his manhood against her oversensitive core but waited for him to push inside. He thrust into her again, hard and fast. Her whole body was on fire; she was sweating; her hair was damp; and her face was red. She reached back with one hand, gripping his hair again. A deep moan that resonated with her soul left him, and she leaned herself back onto his chest. His hands found their purpose as well; he rubbed his thumb against her swollen nipple and then twisted and teased it before settling his grip on her throat, just with enough pressure to make her head spin a little bit more. His other hand went between her legs, rubbing her bud, and he smiled when he felt her hips move against him.

“Oh, fuck!” She had tears in her eyes, and she held onto his hands like a lifeline. He knew he had pushed her over the edge in every way possible now; she rarely ever swore, not even during their lovemaking. Getting her to say it meant he did his job very well. “Faster - ah, fuck. Vil! Vil, Vil, harder! Fuck me, yes, Gods, harder!” She screamed on top of him, and he dutifully complied, thrusting into her with as much force as he could. Their bodies slapped into each other, and the sound of it combined with her melodies filled the room. Every move was an attack against her defenses; she cried and moaned, and whimpered as the sensations grew. Her bud was almost hurting at this point, but his fingers still circled around it, teasing and torturing her at the same time. 

The grip of his hands on her throat tightened, and she struggled to breathe. The ache in her stomach started to burn, but she needed something more - a final push to reach infinity. 

“Come on, love. Fuck, you feel so good. Come for me again. I want to feel your cunt squeezing me,” he whispered next to her ear and then groaned a little when she started to move her hips faster, almost at an urgent pace. “Fuck, yes, Kitten, I love when you come around my cock. Keep moving, let me feel you, love. Show me how much you love when I fuck you.” The end was barely audible between his panting and her moans. White little dots started to cloud her vision, and her body burned, but the fire still couldn't burst from her center. That was until he slapped her bud and pinched it, and she screamed as her body shook above him and the fire finally spread through her entire being. 

Vilgefortz let go of her throat and closed his eyes while she was lost in the primal bliss he inflicted on her. Her breathing was erratic, and she struggled to form coherent thoughts. He gently lifted her and put her down on the bed, next to him. He swiped away the sweat from her forehead. A strain of hair was stuck to her face, and he tucked it behind her ear.

“You look so beautiful, flushed like this, my love.” She couldn’t answer; she just chuckled, touched his face, and kissed him softly. Tissaia moved into his arms and lay in his embrace while her body slowly calmed. When she managed to regulate her breathing, she looked up at him, an eyebrow raised.

“What?” was all he could say before grinning at her.

“I could ask the same. What has gotten into you?”

“Are you saying I’m usually not this satisfying?” He pretended to be offended and leaned back away from her. Oh, how much she loved her crazy, unbelievable man.

“Satisfying, yes.” Tissaia still had a bit of trouble speaking. “You know what I mean.”

“I most certainly do not.” He mocked her again, and she just shook her head. She tried to reach down to please him with her hands and maybe her mouth as well. It was only fair - she thought. But he held her hands in his before she could touch him, and he pressed her flat down on the bed again. “Maybe tomorrow, hm?” He kissed her lips and sighed with pleasure. He found her hips; oh, how he loved the delicate curve of her body. Caressing her sides, his head pressed against hers, he whispered, “Get on your knees for me, Kitten.”

Tissaia shuddered a little and turned around, positioning herself on her knees and elbows. He moved behind her, dragging his fingertips along her spine. Grabbing her ass, he massaged her a little before his palm came down hard on her backside, the sound echoing in the room with her sharp cry. Vilgefortz pushed at her opening, teasing her and sliding the head of his cock against her slick folds. She made an impatient little noise, and he smiled. 

With a sudden, long thrust, he was inside her again, as deep as he could be, making her scream again, just like he had done many times during the night. He was going slower than before, he figured she needed something more gentle now. Just before he completely pulled out, he pushed back into her again, and her deep moans were his reward. Tissaia reached forward, her hands grabbing the pillows and her hips moving against him.

“Yes, love, arch your back for me.” He panted while gripping her hips. Continuing to take her hard, he finally let the thoughts that bothered him so much burst from his lips. “Mine,” he said between deep breaths. Her hips jerked a little, and she got louder as the sweet ache started to build in her. “Mine,” he repeated. 

He reached down and grabbed a hold of her hair as he pulled her up to his chest. One hand still held her waist, the other her neck, and he bit down on her shoulder. She made a sharp cry and moved her fingers between her legs.

“Say it, love. You’re mine.” Vilgefortz whispered against her ear. Moaning louder as her pleasure grew, he tightened his hold on her neck, and she gasped. “Say it.”

“I’m yours.” Her voice was barely a whisper. Her fingers moved faster, and she felt him tensing a little. Before he could choke her, he let go of her neck and pushed her back down. Holding her hips with both hands again, he was waiting for her to finish before he followed her. 

“Say it again,” he had a hard time forming words now; his breathing was labored and his movements more sharp.

“Gods,” she breathed into the pillows, “I’m yours.” He picked up the pace and felt her legs shake. “Faster, oh Gods, Vil, I’m yours, ” she still teased herself with her fingers, and he obliged, thrusting into her with quicker moves. Tissaia’s body tensed a moment before the built-up tension from her belly engulfed her. She cried into the pillows as her walls clenched around his cock, squeezing him so tight that he couldn’t hold back anymore. His movements became a bit spasmodic, and before long, he groaned as he poured his seed deep inside her. He made a few more thrusts, emptying himself completely. 

He pulled out and watched as the white liquid dripped from her opening, and in that animalistic, primal moment, he felt like he had made his claim. Not that he hadn’t done it many times before, but right then, it felt so right. He claimed her, just as she claimed him.

Tissaia turned around and he lay down next to her. She rested her head against him. Their bodies were heated, and they were covered in sweat. Vilgefortz kissed the top of her head and quietly said, “You are mine, and I am yours.”

“You are mine, and I am yours,” she repeated, looking into his eyes. She leaned in to kiss him - his lips, his face, his jawline - anywhere she could. She loved the feeling of his beard against her lips. She chuckled and looked up at him with a teasing smile. It was his time to raise his eyebrows. “Maybe you should get jealous more often.” She smirked and kissed him - a long and lingering, sweet kiss.

“I wasn’t jealous.” Vilgefortz protested, but she laughed once more. “I mean it,” he insisted, but even his voice betrayed him.

“Don’t worry,” she whispered against his soft lips as he embraced her. “I don’t mind that you get jealous from time to time.”

[maybe-boys-do-love]

I chose not to post about the last 3 episodes of SOTUS S to let the show marinate a bit, and it was worth it. The show's main theme has really congealed for me now. I'll write about it more for more for my take on the whole series. For now, I just finished episode 9, the beach episode.

I've had a working theory for a while that beach episodes in manga, anime, and BL are often used to represent false or shallow peace and happiness. Detached from societal connections and greater responsibilities, the characters engage in lighter fare, delaying the inevitable which usually comes crashing in at the end of the episode or directly after. The original SOTUS actually resisted that trope (so much plot and character development happened in that episode!), but here we get a perfect example of it.

The familiar intimacy between Kong and Arthit, tinged with romantic and sexual toying, flowered even more in this episode, encouraged as it was by their memories of their last beach trip together and the beginnings of their relationship. It was stupidly precious. Pushed by Kong's romantic wishing on a star, Ai-oon's "I love you" confession was so perfectly aligned with his character.

Character is the SOTUS's series greatest strength by far, imho (one strength among many). Arthit's development and growth through the series has been so restrained and fluctuated in a way that's so deeply honest to someone coming-to-terms with their sexuality! I was smitten seeing him get a lil' swishy as he flirted with his bf quietly at the office after having resolved their issues. He's becoming so much more comfortable with himself and his feelings.

Earth is up there as one of the most true-to-life female characters I've seen in a BL. Watching her diligence transition into friendliness as she grew more comfortable with her new coworkers has endeared me so much to her. Then, as she gently turned down Wod, Proud's face-saving smile and the writing were perfectly observed snippets of realism.

Even campier characters like our series' ostensible villains or Cherry aren't entirely limited by their over-the-top behavior. They're acknowledged by the others for behaving a bit outlandishly and still allowed to coexist or have moments devoid of the flamboyance. They might be silly or conniving, but they're still people. Who among us have experienced a workplace without a fool?

[wingsoverlagos]

Lewisohn vs. Cynthia Lennon, Pt. 2 of 3

For part 1, click here. This post contains the next five endnotes in Mark Lewisohn's Tune In that reference Cynthia Lennon's A Twist of Lennon (1978). Part 3 will have the last of the Twist citations, as well as a couple of citations that use her autobiography John (2005).

Twist p.51 vs. Tune In 15-45

There’s no direct quote here, and the details in Twist and Tune In mostly match up. Mostly. Lewisohn greatly overstates Cynthia’s mother’s dislike for John, though. As Cyn relates it, her mom was happy to have Cynthia spending more time around the house (she’d been spending little waking time there during her relationship with John), and asserts that her mother was likely hoping things would fizzle out between them. Cyn says her mother “had never been over the moon” and “[hoped] that ‘Out of sight out of mind’ would prove the case.” Contrast that with Lewisohn’s “hoped plainly and simply” that their relationship would end, calls John a “Liverpool lout”, and says that Lil Powell wished “she’d never have to see him or hear about him again.” Rather more emphatic, wouldn’t you say?

It's possible that Cyn downplayed her mother's dislike for John. As a biographer, Lewisohn absolutely should take into account the possible bias of any given source, and it's reasonable to assume that Cyn might show some bias towards her mother, given the end result of her relationship with John. However, it's one thing to suggest the possibility that tensions were higher than Cynthia portrayed, and another thing entirely to definitively state they were without giving a source for this conflicting account.

Twist p.51-54 vs. Tune In 16-27

We’ve got a few problems here. First, Cyn does not mention Dot going along to take photobooth shots with her in Twist (see above) and John (p.55). I believe there’s an anecdote about Cyn and Dot taking pictures of each other at home to send to John and Paul, but the photobooth story only features Cyn.

The next issue: “Quasimodo.” I have to admit I don’t like the way Lewisohn writes about John mocking the disabled. It’s one thing to use the offensive language John would have used at the time (“cripple”) in quotes, or to indicate to the reader that John was using derogatory language, but Lewisohn leans really hard into it. He seems to relish using “cripple” or “cripping” whenever possible. In this instance, Cyn tells us that John sent her pictures of himself as a hunchback. Lewisohn says he did the shots as “Quasimodo.” I’m not sure if the implication is that John was doing a particular character bit, or if “Quasimodo” is a stand-in for any hunchback—is it like calling any tissue a Kleenex?

Lastly, Lewisohn describes John’s correspondence as “steamy letters, full of sex, passion and cripples.” I don’t think this is an incorrect description, but I do think it erases the depth described by Cyn in both of her memoirs. In Twist, Cyn describes how John would write about their terrible living conditions and bum-deal contract. She also said that “John seemed to be changing” (see p.54, above), becoming less destructive as he spent his time creating music. In John (p.56), Cyn says, “He wrote about every aspect of their stay, including those he would never have wanted his family to know about.” By Cyn’s account, she was John’s confidante, an important outlet during a period of trouble, change, and creativity, but Lewisohn hones in on the horniness and the goofy/offensive pictures.

Twist p.78, John p.91 vs. Tune In 30-37

Omission without ellipsis.

Twist p.76-77, It’s Only Love website vs. Tune In 30-39

This particular discrepancy between Tune In and its sources was covered well by @anotherkindofmindpod. If you haven't listened to their Fine Tuning series yet--get on it, brother!--you can hear the relevant portion at ~1:06:09 in Episode 9:

I'll spare you my own analysis--AKOM has said what needs to be said--but I'll share the passages here for those of you who like a visual reference. First, from Twist:

The other source Lewisohn gives is the It's Only Love website. Their page about Dot Rhone can be found here. The color choices at the source can be difficult to read, so I'll copy the relevant passage here:

Then Brain Epstein became the Beatles manager. "He said we couldn't go to the concert's [sic] anymore. We obeyed him. We were very annoyed but we thought, if it helped their careers we would do it... I could see that Paul wa [sic] growing away from me. I knew what was coming. And all these years he had been having his bits on the side and it was getting so easy for him. he [sic] was young and he couldn't resist. That was a time of sadness but also release. I didn't keep trying so hard or worrying about trying to keep up, or saying the right things or not having my hair right or not being enough fun"      The relationship ended in the Summer of 1962 when The Beatles were weeks away from national fame. Dorothy will never forget the night Paul visited her and told her they had to break up. He called unexpectedly at her flat when she was wearing her mother's cami-knickers and a baggy old sweater, with her hair in rollers. "Paul said we'd been going out so long that it was either get married or split up. He said 'I don't want to get married, so even though I love you we'll have to finish.' He didn't cry but I knew he felt badly and he was sorry, just by the way he looked. I burst out crying. I said how can you do this? What am I going to do? I thought he might come back because it had been three years, but I suppose really I knew."

Emphasis mine; those are the passages quoted in Tune In.

Finally, here's Lewisohn's version:

In pink, we have Lewisohn's misrepresentation of Cyn's account of the breakup. Note the wildly different timbre. In green and yellow, we have Dot's account from It's Only Love. At the source, the green text comes after the yellow text, seemingly in response to a different question in the original interview.

A note about Lewisohn’s source: It’s Only Love is a fansite devoted to the Beatles’ wives, girlfriends, and rumored flings. The last update is from November 2007. I don’t have any reason to doubt the information on this page (it’s not like Mark Lewisohn is the webmaster), but it’s not rigorously cited. There’s a partial list of sources on the Dot Rhone page that lists a few books, a “Dorothy Rhone interview October 1997”, and ends with “various Beatles and McCartney biographies.” I have found no indication which quotes on the page come from which source—which is fine. It’s a fansite from the early to mid 2000s. That said, if I was writing a doorstopper of a biography, I would hesitate to use that as a source.

I’ve done some digging to try to find the referenced October 1997 interview but have not had any luck. I’m not the world’s greatest internet sleuth, though, so if anyone is familiar with that interview, please let me know!

Sources:

It's Only Love [Internet]. c2005? Dot Rhone. [cited 2024 Feb 2]. Available from: https://sentstarr.tripod.com/beatgirls/rhone.html

Lennon C. 1978. A Twist of Lennon. New York (NY): Avon Books. 190p.

Lennon C. 2005. 1st American Edition. John. New York (NY): Crown Publishers. 294p.

[the-chimeras-claws]

Trust Me

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Juniper Keen (Nonbinary OC)

Summary: Bucky's first time being naked in front of someone he trusts.

TWs: vague mentions to Bucky's time at HYDRA, Nonsexual Nudity, cuddling, fluff, Pet names (Baby, Honey, Baby Boy), Bucky gets a lil emotional at the end but it's fluffy I promise

A/N: this is my first bit of writing I've posted on here, and I'm excited to share! This is a story from later on in Juniper and Bucky's relationship, they've been together officially about a year now. Originally I wanted to go in some sort of chronological order, but then I realized it's my blog and I can do whatever I want, so my Oneshots will definitely be bouncing around timeline-wise. I'm still working on a Series about Juniper and Bucky's time at HYDRA, and it's my hope to get it up soon!

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“I need your help.”

Juniper's gray eyes flicked up from the goat they were feeding to meet Bucky's eyes, filled with a storm of uncertainty and nerves. They reached up and cupped his face.

“Of course Bucky, anything.” His eyes fluttered shut when they began to stroke his cheekbone, “what's wrong?”

“I, uh, I'm…” the Soldier's cheeks turned a deep scarlet, eyes refusing to meet theirs, “I want to…”

He sighed, running his remaining hand through his hair. Juniper could see him chewing his lip.

“Hey,” they gently guided his face to theirs, “you don't have to be worried, Baby. Anything you need, it's yours. All you have to do is ask.”

“I know. It's just…” he took a deep breath, “it's hard.”

Juniper stood on their tiptoes to kiss the bridge of his nose, but was nearly knocked over by an impatient female goat. Bucky caught them in his arm, helping them to their feet.

“You take your time, Buck.” They smiled, “in the meantime, do you wanna help me feed the goats? I think Saffron is gonna go for the kneecaps if she doesn't get her breakfast.”

He chuckled softly, taking the feed from his partner and using it to fill the buckets. The two were nearly done when Bucky finally blurted, “I want to be naked in front of you.”

Juniper just about dropped the bucket in their hand, looking up at their partner with wide eyes.

“You…what?”

“It’s not for sex, I don't… I don't want that,” he refused to look them in the eyes, “I just want to get better about… about being naked in front of someone. Someone I trust. At HYDRA, being…uh, not having clothes on meant pain. They asked, ordered, me to strip before hosing me down after a mission. Or to beat me if I… if I fucked up especially bad on an assignment. And you know I had to take my shirt off when they worked on my arm. Sometimes they would order me to do it just because they could. I think it was part of how they showed power over me.”

“Oh, Baby…,” Juniper cooed, tucking a stray strand of hair behind his ear, “I'm so sorry.”

“I just.. want to do it in front of someone I know isn't going to hurt me.” he explained, leaning into their warm hand on his cheek, “I want it to be you.”

They nodded.

“Okay.” The Shapeshifter whispered, “if this… if this is something you want to do Baby, I'll do it. You know I will.”

He took a deep breath, grounding himself.

“I do. I want to… I want to do it.” Bucky finally dared himself to look them in the eyes, hoping they could see how serious he was, “I trust you.”

They nodded, brushing the hair from his eyes.

“Okay, alright Honey. We'll do this.” Juniper's fingers traced through his long locks, “we can do it tonight, is that okay?”

He nodded.

“Okay.”

***

“You ready, Baby?” Juniper asked. Bucky nodded, biting his lip.

“I think so,” he murmured. They nodded, gently cupping his face with both hands.

“Hey, look at me, Buck,” he stared deep into their silver eyes, “if we’re gonna do this, I need you to use your words. I can’t just take nods or headshakes, okay? I need explicit verbal consent.”

“Okay.”

Juniper pressed a kiss to the bridge of his nose.

“Let’s start slow, okay?” they said, “can I untie your hair?”

The man started to nod but stopped.

“Yes.”

Bucky closed his eyes as Juniper’s hands found their way into his dark locks, taking a deep breath. Their fingers slowly undid the elastic, allowing his hair to fall free and brush against his shoulders. Juniper gently combed it out with one hand, starting with the shorter hairs by his nape and making their way up to the longer strands. When the man slowly forced his eyes open, he found Juniper smiling softly at him.

“You’re doing so good, Buck, you’re doing great.”

The Shapeshifter put their hand over his racing heart. They gently stroked it along his chest, their fingers ghosting over his toned pectoral.

“Do you want me to take your shirt off now?” They asked.

“Yes.”

Juniper’s hands ran the full length of his chest, down to the hem of his shirt. The Soldier’s breath hitched when he felt them grab it.

“Buck?” there was so much concern in their eyes, “is this okay, Baby Boy?”

“Yes,” the soft nickname made Bucky blush, “keep going. I need this.”

“Okay.”

Juniper gently slipped his shirt over his head, depositing it on the floor. Bucky’s eyes found the ground. His cheeks were getting hot. This was the first time anyone had seen the scars on his body. At least, the first time Bucky had been in his right mind when someone saw his scars. He had vague memories of being forced to strip in front of HYDRA technicians, doctors, and soldiers, and of Juniper tending to the wounds on his bare back after a particularly savage whipping. But he wasn’t himself when that had happened. He couldn’t feel the nerves of being bare in front of someone, or the humiliation of being forced to strip naked by people who wanted to hurt him. And he definitely couldn’t feel the shame and embarrassment that he was feeling now. Juniper noticed this, and gently cupped his face, bringing it up so he was looking them in the eyes.

“Here Baby,” they slipped off their own shirt, tossing it aside and bringing his sole hand to touch their chest, “will me doing this with you make you more comfortable?”

“I think so,” the soldier allowed himself to smile ever so slightly.

“Good, I’m glad.” they cupped his face, “do you want to move on to your pants, or…?”

Bucky wrapped them in his one remaining arm and pulled them close, a deep sigh escaping him as he relished the warmth of their bare skin against his own.

“Can we just stay like this for a bit?” He asked shyly.

“Of course, Baby Boy,” Juniper’s arms wrapped around him in turn, their hands running the length of his spine, taking inventory of the scars on his back, “we’ll stay like this as long as you want, okay?”

“Thank you…”

They stayed holding each other for some time, Juniper rubbing Bucky’s back while he pressed kisses into their hair, until finally he forced himself to unwind from their embrace.

“I think… I think I'm ready to keep going.” He gave his partner a nervous smile. Juniper nodded, kissing the bridge of his nose.

“You're doing so good Bucky, I'm so proud of you.” Their hand migrated to the waistband of his pants, “are you ready?”

Bucky swallowed hard.

“I-I think so.”

“Bucky, Honey, I need you to be sure.”

He took a deep breath, nodding.

“I'm ready.” He said.

Juniper nodded, slowly sliding off his pants before taking off their own, leaving both of them in nothing more than their underwear.

“Are you ready for your underwear or do you need a little time?”

“No,” Bucky puffed his chest out, “no. I'm ready.”

“Alright Sweetheart, if you're sure.”

“I am.”

Juniper slid off their own undergarments, now naked in front of him. Their hands touched the hem of his boxers, their gray eyes searching his face for any signs of discomfort. Bucky just nodded. He felt the fabric slide down his legs, stepping out of them when Juniper instructed him to. The soldier stood in front of his partner completely bare, his body on full display. Bucky’s face was turning red, he could feel it, but Juniper simply cupped his face and smiled softly.

“Are you okay, Buck?” They kissed his cheek.

“I am.” He nodded, fighting the urge to make a grab for his boxers. Part of him wanted to snatch his underwear back and pull them on, but the other part didn't want Juniper to lose the pure pride and adoration in their eyes. They smiled.

“Do you want to lay down?” The Shapeshifter motioned to the bed, gently pushing him to lay back on it when Bucky nodded.

“Would you mind if I was on top of you?” Juniper asked, “not in a sex way, just…”

“I know. I would love that, actually.”

The Shapeshifter nodded, settling on top of him so they were straddling his hips.

“Can I touch you?” They asked.

“Please.”

Juniper's hands began to run along his chest, their fingers tracing along the hard planes of his body. Bucky had never felt more exposed. He thought he should be afraid. Being in such a vulnerable position should be terrifying for him. God knows any sort of vulnerability he showed at HYDRA was met with abuse, punishment, pain. But something about this, about Juniper exploring his body with feather light touches, it soothed him. He didn't understand how anyone could be so gentle with him. How anyone could see the scars that were permanently carved into his skin and still look at him like he was something precious, something worthy of love. And yet here Juniper was, caressing the parts of him that had endured unimaginable pain with the utmost care. The thin slashes that came from knives, circular indents from bullets, marred masses of scar tissue that he didn't remember getting and couldn't even begin to decipher where they'd come from. But the ones that caught their attention were two that looked like lightning, flowing out from a common point in brilliant fractals along either side of his body. They reached out their hand, looking to Bucky for consent before letting their fingers drag along the raised skin.

"Taser. Or, high-powered cattle prod is probably a better description," the soldier said after a long moment, seeing Juniper's confused face he added, "it was one of their favorite methods of shutting me up when they were breaking me. 'Kept using it after I was the Soldier. It was a go-to punishment for handlers when they thought I misbehaved. Sometimes they just did it because they knew I couldn't fight back."

"Oh, Bucky…" Juniper pressed a kiss to the two matching scars, first his left then his right. They traced their fingers along the jagged marks.

“You're so beautiful,” they whispered, “my Beautiful Bucky…”

“You don't have to lie.”

“I'm not lying,” their fingers traced a long slash across his stomach, “your scars show everything you've been through. How brave and strong you've been. And I think they're beautiful for that. You're so beautiful, Baby Boy. So strong, so brave, and so, so beautiful.”

A sob caught into Bucky’s throat. No one had ever called him that before. He vaguely remembered being called “handsome” back in the day, and kind old ladies in Bucharest whose groceries he'd carried had called him “good looking” or “a lovely young gentleman”. But never ‘beautiful’. Juniper cupped his face, thumbing away the tears he hadn't realized were falling.

“What's wrong Baby?” They asked, “Do you want to stop?”

He shook his head.

“I-it's not that,” Bucky leaned into their hand, “I… I've never been called ‘beautiful’ before. And I've… nobody's ever touched me like this. No one's been gentle like this. And it...It just feels so good.”

“Oh, Sweetheart,” they pulled him into a hug, weaving their fingers into his hair. Bucky buried his face in their neck as their fingers began to gently stroke his long locks, trying to hide the fact more tears were slipping down his face. It broke Juniper's heart, how the slightest bit of praise was enough to make him cry. They'd never know what perceived affront this kind, gentle, loving, beautiful man had committed against the universe to earn him the lot that he had in life, but whatever it was he didn't deserve it. He deserved kindness and safety and gentleness and love. After everything he had endured, Bucky deserved the fucking world in their eyes. They hugged him close to their bare chest.

“The world's been so cruel to you, hasn't it Sweetheart?” He nodded, face not leaving the crook of their neck. Juniper gently stroked his hair, “I’m sorry, Baby. I'm so sorry. You didn't deserve to be treated like that, you didn't deserve to be abused, or taught to think so low of yourself. You are good, Bucky. You're sweet and kind and patient and gentle and so, so, so beautiful. Inside and out. Always have been, always will be. And I'm going to spend the rest of our lives reminding you of that. I promise.”

“I love you,” Bucky whispered, “so much.”

“I love you too Buck. You deserve the world, the fucking universe, god dammit. And I'll do everything I can to give it to you.”

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True to form I have no idea how to end it 😅 but yeah, that's my first posted writing for Juniper x Bucky! I have a lot of stuff written that I haven't posted anywhere, depending on how people feel about this one I might post others. I have no idea how this turned out, I'm pretty happy with it but feel free to leave thoughts/constructive criticism!!

[punkshort]

Omgggg, I’m in love with Somewhere to Run 🥺. You are such a brilliant writer!! I was wondering if you would talk a little more about why Joel didn’t have reader move in straight away when he realised that she was in danger? The amount of detail and attention you put into your stories is just wonderful so I’d just love to hear your thoughts on that really as I was pondering it (not saying it was wrong or anything I’m just so invested in these characters and their complex lil relationship and obviously Joel’s whipped but he seemed almost afraid to take her in?) Also I wondered if you will ever mention Nikki again and Joel’s guilt that he BROUGHT HER TO TNE DINER!!! We love him but that was too much 😭. Praying for their happy ending thank you for sharing this amazing fic with us 🥺🥺❤️❤️❤️

Hi, Anon! Thank you so much for this lovely message ❤️❤️ I am so happy you like this series, I'm having a lot of fun writing it.

I'm thinking you're asking why Joel didn't just take her in after he showed up to her apartment when she wasn't at the diner and discovered for the first time she was being abused? At that point in the story, Patrick was in jail so Joel knew reader would be safe - at least until he was released. And when Patrick was released, he had a restraining order, hoping it would keep him from approaching reader (and Joel reminded his lawyer to advise his client not to do something stupid, but of course he did anyway, giving Joel the perfect excuse to arrest him again).

I don't want to give too much away for the next chapter, but their relationship wouldn't exactly look very good to a judge and could jeopardize reader's case (I go into a lot more of this and what each of them are thinking in STR9 so this will make more sense Sunday). So if Joel just said "hey move in with me" it would raise some eyebrows around town and would definitely get back to Patrick's lawyer (they are also concerned about Sarah and having kids in her class know her dad was dating a married woman, but again, I touch more on that in the next chapter). Thus, keeping their relationship a secret at this point is the best option, and having reader stay with him long term would have ramifications.

And Nikki will definitely be back! She's mentioned in STR10 but she will be back in future chapters as well.

And no stress, I only write happy endings, they'll get there but I'll put them through hell first lol

[northerngoshawk]

2023 Year-End Fic Round Up

many thanks to @itsmoonpeaches and @chocomd for the tags

oh boi i have not written a lick of a word since starting college again but here goes nothing

Words written (published or not, WIPs totally count too!): 149,165. probably have more due to wips that i started (but didn't finish) last year but for now i'll go with this number

Smut scenes written (if applicable): 0

New things I tried:

dabbled a lil in the Spiderverse fandom with my drabble a thin thread of trust, broken

tried my hand at a more romantically inclined fic premise with a love worth fighting for, my kataang forbidden lovers au

tried my hand at integrating Chinese culture a lot more into the ATLA world with Pangu, my kataang week fic written for the Injured prompt

other than that, there wasn't that much i experimented with. it felt a bit like the same old, same old

Fic I spent the most time on: definitely a love worth fighting for. twas a multi-chap with 6 chapters, with the word count ranging anywhere from 2k to 6k words? maybe even more. but not only did i want to portray the romance, i also wanted to flesh out the worldbuilding, develop other relationships b/w characters in this au, and so on. thus, this fic was warranted to be the one i spent the most time on

Fic I spent the least time on: a thin thread of trust, broken. it was really just a drabble from Thoughts i was having about Across the Spiderverse, specifically about Gwen and her relationship with her friends and Miles and also as a response to the unwarranted Gwen hate that she got post-movie something something misogyny something something redemption not being necessary for her because she was just a teen caught in a horrible situation but i digress

Favourite thing I wrote: oof idk. i think i really love how Pangu turned out, mostly because that was my first really deep dive into trying to integrate Chinese culture into the ATLA world. i know the premise of the fic was for kataang week, but my intention here was to delve deeper into the loneliness and burden Aang would inevitably feel in being the Avatar, and how it's always Katara (and his other friends) who help carry that burden with him. i think the story of Pangu really helps act as that parallel to Aang, but where the giant in the story was alone and eventually perished under the weight of his burden, Aang's friends help shoulder that weight with him and help him live.

Favourite thing I read: i'll be honest, i haven't really read a lot of fics recently, but one that does stand out for me is @chocomd's Enough, a kataang hanahaki fic, and its sequel The Deal. the writing between these two fics is incredibly gorgeous and haunting, managing to capture a kind of horrific beauty in both the hanahaki that afflicted Katara and the hope-turned-horror of Aang's eventual deal with... well, you'd have to read these fics to find out.

Writing goals for next year:

i'll probably take a sharp right turn from ATLA for now and head off towards writing fic for Genshin. i don't really have any good ideas for ATLA for now, which probably means i need a change of pace and to discover new material to work with. i'll probably come back to ATLA someday, but right now, between school and impending work and my hyperfixation on Genshin, i just can't find anything to work with.

in a similar vein above, i'm probably gonna take a break from romance and introspection and try my hand at action and adventure. unlike most of the Genshin fandom, i don't really ship anyone with anyone, and i also don't care about what the fandom thinks - i'm happy in my own little corner. i also recently read Six of Crows and i think it's high-time i try and conduct my own kind of plot. maybe through a mafia au? dungeon au? apocalypse? spy? who knows

even though i'm looking to eventually turn to Genshin, i do wanna finish up my pending Demon Slayer AU fic The Last Wind-Breather. i kinda want it to be a series of fics in the world, but for now i think i'll finish up the 2nd chapter and then come back to this au from time to time, write whatever comes to mind.

aaaand with that being said, i should probably at least get a chapter or two out for see the sky and sea (and remember me). started this fic in 2022, but even then i want to tie up my loose ends, give these fics the endings they deserve

Tagging (no pressure): @flameohotwife @benwvatt @shameaboutthedilettantism @coyotelemon and anyone else who wants to join in, feel free to!

[jurijurijurious]

(Been re-watching Reboot, love your work.) Just have to say [dubious writing and/or Trojan abilities aside] that it really is both terrifying and disturbingly intimate how Megabyte is the cause of all of Dot's deepest emotional scars and yet also knows /exactly what she (thinks) she wants/ in a partner. Your thoughts?

Hi, sorry I took a few days to answer this, it's the kind of ask I like to mull over and smirk about. I apologise if I don't actually answer the question but I'll talk around it and see where it leads.

To start with, I think you've hit on the element of the series which is at the crux of my MegaDot fanfic and fanart - that ultimately Megabyte is highly perceptive about Dot's wants, and possibly even needs, and yet, in contrast, and in line with his nature, he knows, and at many times has infiltrated, her faults and weaknesses.

I will over-simplify things but bear with me...

The thing about Megabyte and Dot is that arguably, at a basic level, they are the same character. The parallels are I think particularly sharp in series one and again at the start of series 3, where they are at first competitive, astute and highly ambitious businessmen/women (series 1 - plus that nice lil scene in series 2 where Dot asks Megabyte to loan his ABCs - the fact she has him in her "phone book" always tickles me) OR later on, as the show develops and progresses, they are both sharp-minded strategists and commanders (series 3, where both characters are much darker and more ruthless).

If you strip away their morals, their appearance, their gender, etc, etc, and look at their basic motives and drives, whether that be in business and trade, or in war and conquest, you have the same mould. It's beautifully done; the same character framework but in totaly contrasting lights.

And because ReBoot was the elite in terms of 90's children's television in terms of its writing, depth and structure, these parallels are apparent in their relationship and actions. One of the best ones, which was pointed out by the blog @vidwindow years ago, is a subtle one which I honestly didn't pick up on at first (goes to show that this show has so many layers so that each re-watch is a revelation... but I digress):

In the first episode of series 3, "To Mend and Defend", Megabyte salvages Hex and with a wicked grin and that thick sinister tone of his, tells Herr Doktor "I want her to have the best treatment, understand? The best." Cue evil laugh. Later in the same episode, Frisket gets hurt in the zombie game and when they get out, Dot asks the doctors to make sure Frisket gets "the best treatment possible. The best". Heartfelt, caring and true.

The contrast is startling and it is meant to be - Megabyte rebuilding his sister for enslavement, no qualms about her pain or suffering, versus Dot saving her brother's dog and companion, who is as much a family member to her as any of the sprites she shares her life with. It shows the same thought pattern but cast alternately in selfishness and selflessness. So very nicely done. Same coin, different sides. Bravo, ReBoot creators.

So being so similar, understanding Dot for Megabyte isn't really a problem. Of course he knows what her weaknesses are, because in many ways they're his own. He might not always get it right, not only because she's as smart as he is and they thus outwit each other on occasions, but also because they're both short-sighted at times. They look too far ahead, or simply don't see the woods for the trees, overthink. This is where having someone like Bob works a treat for Dot's team because he is much more grounded in the simpler things in life and less structured. Megabyte doesn't have that counterbalance.

So why might he know, or think he knows, what she wants in a partner? Well he has seen her dallying with Bob for cycles, ever since he set foot in Mainframe probably. And he's had enough time to study Bob, his enemy, who he also must be a little bit obsessed with. (Because arch enemies are. There's sexual tension there too, no mistake.) So he might not 100% know Dot's deepest desires and needs, but he probably has a good understanding of what it is about Bob that Dot adores and thus what it is that attracts her to someone.

And yet we also know Megabyte sees them never quite commiting to each other for cycles. Why don't they commit? Both too busy, too bashful, full of imposter syndrome. I digress again...

We know Megabyte is astute, that he's observant. We even see this at the end of series one where he intentionally manipulates Dot's self belief for his own gains - he was preying on her weaknesses long before she walked down the aisle to him.

We can thus only assume that during his long tenure in Mainframe, where he's in constant conflict with Bob and Dot, that he has had chance to discern what it is that blocks the development of Bob and Dot's relationship. And we witness multiple times, throughout each of the RB series, those elements of Bob and Dot's characters which clash. The episode "The TIFF" is literally about this. ("The Medusa Bug" also has some nice moments where Enzo and Bob try to get Dot to take some time off.) Bob is wonderfully rash, he doesn't plan ahead, he's jovial and fun, he wears his heart on his sleeve; Dot is the opposite in many respects. Hence why they work so well together.

But if we fast forward to series four and Megabyte disguising himself as Bob, how can we not assume that in creating this performance, in plotting how he can persuade Dot to accept his charade of Bob over the real sprite, that he doesn't capitalise on his past knowledge and experience? That in trying to win Dot's heart he play his cards right, that he adjusts Bob's "character failings" so he can present a sprite who is more articulate, more organised, and more calculated. (And when I say "failings", they're not - just those minor characteristics that irk Dot at times when emotions run high). By adjusting himself to Dot's personal preferences, by impressing her by singing from her proverbial hymn sheet and fitting himself to her "values" - and at the same time having the appearance of the classic Bob with added wit and charm - he sells Dot what she wants under the guise of the person she has always wanted, but has perhaps found, in some respects... wanting?

(There's also the complicated issue of Dot's mental health playing a big part which I shan't even get started on, I'll never stop.)

In truth what Megabyte does is sell Dot "Megabyte-in-disguise", hidden beneath Bob's shell. That's all. He's not very much Bob at all when you really watch it.

Is that what she wants? Megabyte? No. His morals, his values - the sheer fact he has set up what is incontravertably and terrifyingly a rape plot - are all a complete anathema to her. And yet we are reminded that they are similar and that in those similarities there is an element of concordance, of mutuality, separated by stark morality. That they can appreciate one another and are alike one another. And it is in that sparse ground that I plant my fanfic seeds and make them germinate because, though the chance is slim, I can make that notion sprout roots. There is a twisted parallel universe where they could be together and, though they would never be a peaceful match of concordance and romance, that pair of control freaks would be electrifying; it would be a relationship which would be a constant battle of one-up-man-ship, of power, dominance and control. Get out the whips and chains, they're here for it. How can one not to tempted by the sordid notion of such a match? They wouldn't make love, they'd make fire, bitches.

And on that note: Like a firewaaaallll...

Thanks for the ask, I loved this. I I hope that's helped? I don't even know if it makes sense. If not I've at the least I've given you an insight into my brain. Stay frosty!

[lalacliffthorne]

i absolutely love the modern batboys fic, in my opinion i think reader should introduce feyre to rhysand, nesta to cassian and then be with azriel herself. I feel like it would be so much better than all of the batboys being in a relationship with reader. Maybe they throw a houseparty and they all meet and introduce eachother. Maybe reader wants someone to warm her bed so she looks for a distraction and brings him to her room and azriel gets jealous when the guy leaves next morning. Plot twist, when reader wake up she sees both feyre and nesta after they spend the night👀👀

thank you! 💞

no, no, in this particular series, reader won't be in a romantic relationship with all of the boys. like I said, if I were to write that, it would be a seperate fic, set not in this universe. and I'm not really sure yet how I'm gonna handle the romantic relationships of the boys! mostly because this is going to be focused on the (platonic) relationship between reader and the boys as her rommmates and their (everyday) life. I'm not really sure yet what the appearences of other characters are gonna look like, if they're gonna be like lil easter eggs or if they play bigger parts in certain drabbles (like Feyre as her best friend for example); I'll probably wing that as I go and depending on what feels right.

[regalbois]

This just an update, like a lil journal entry. I'm not constantly insane no worries, so what i have actually been doing recently outside of that is writing Penguin/Riddler and Catwoman/Penguin stuff. They're my own versions of them. I really like to consider Selina and Edward in a sort of duality, where Selina is more interested in sex and money as opposed to love, but she still does genuinely like Oswald and she's not desperate, she's just in a mood for some fun u kno, and that's valid of her. I think Oswald loves her a little, but in the way that he's fucking her and spending time with her, so he has to love her at all to feel capable of doing that. Edward on the other hand really does love Oswald quite a lot. Not to say "he doesn't care about the money" because he definitely does adore Oswald's penchant for fashion and general extravagance, it's very very charming to him. But he's far more warm and romantic to Oswald than Selina generally is, and he's definitely looking for a relationship. He'd really like to settle down with the old bird, be all warm and cozy and comfortable. Having lived his early life in poverty, the security of Oswald's riches is appealing to him, as is Oswald's ability to protect him physically.

I also have a few more Simpsons Burnsmithers fics I'd like to follow through with. Main one I thought of a few nights ago is Burns performing a wellness check on Smithers. I also want to follow up on the "wild west au", which was going to be an entire story but I might just do a one-shot or a handful of chapters. But before doing so, I have a handful of Westerns I'd like to watch, and also return to RDR2. My grandparents watched a lot of Western movies and shows as I was growing up and they're still watching the painful as fuck "Tales of Wells Fargo" and "Laramie", so I have been getting injected recently and I'd like to experience some "good" westerns so I don't feel completely ill writing the Bsmits thing. I'd only like to keep it historically accurate and check the vibes, which is why it won't be a full-fledged story because writing historical fiction fanfiction is honestly painful and not super worth the effort?? Only in that it just takes up a lot of my time and there are other things I'd rather write u kno

Ofc I've still been reading a lot too, I discovered author Kazuo Ishiguro, who wrote "The Remains of the Day", and I look forward to reading more of his works because they're very emotionally compelling and astoundingly well-written. Likewise with Vladimir Nabokov, as I did get around to reading "Lolita", which has played into some of my recent fics. And I'm also re-reading asoiaf, which is one of my favorite series of all time that I never talk about because the fans are fucking vile. Fic idea is blossoming from that series so I guess, given time and thought, I'll start working on that too.

Very very gradually I've also been working on one of my original stories. Set in my own fantasy universe, it is about an older knight being abused by his king; the knight falls in love with a fellow kingsguard and they escape together. There's a lot going on here and I hate world-building so I don't really talk about it because it's a character-driven story and as far as I can really tell people only want to hear about the lore that I don't like discussing. I'm rather proud of the world, really, but I just don't find conversation about it to be all that stimulating, and I don't find it useful when people take it upon themselves to pick apart something they don't truly understand. Anyway, this is like the 1 billionth draft of said story, so I'm just taking it sentence by sentence, and hopefully since the holiday madness is lightening up I'll have more energy to feel like writing more.

As for life stuff, it be what it do. I got my license and my car is fixed so I'm more alone now than before. I'd like to get a different job, but being sort of anti-social and incapable of forming bonds, it's not looking promising because I'm in a position I've worked very hard to achieve, one where people listen to me. Hopefully this coming year I can go back to college and select a painfully boring profession that will make me a lot of money 🫡 ciao

To end on a lighter note tho, i am getting some more Catwoman figures soon. Plus I have a Chun-Li and Beastars Louis on pre-order that I'm really excited for. I might also try to learn the trumpet. The real light of my life is my boyfriend, who I've been spending time with playing Final Fantasy 14 and watching some real good movies. He is also the cutie pie who got me into Batman, and I love him with all my little heart 💜🥺🤧 the end

[problematiquearts]

the Definitive strilonde robin preferences this is all objective opinion. ive got no narratives im pushing

Dirk: would fucking love Tim Drake. I dont think tim is his first robin at all, but tim would end up being his favorite in the end. tim is ride or die for his friends, a lil unhinged, and has that 'everything is my fault forever' kind of mentality that i think dirk would relate to too hard at first and then, ultimately on going to therapy and putting the work in, would look back on with a fond kind of exasperation. But in the end, he has a soft spot for Stephanie Brown that's a mile fucking wide. You look at that girl and tell me he wouldn't project Roxy onto her. When asked his favorite robin he will say Steph', but if you ask him who he relates to it's a Tim.

Hal: Damien. Next question.

Bro: lol his fave is Azrael Jason Todd, but only post resurrection Jason ala under the red hood 'the only way everything is good is if it's under my control' behavior. This is a man who would look at batjokes and call it relationship goals. Unhinged <3 He doesn't like any of the robins when they're robin, but Damien is the one he tolerates the most as robin, if only because he knows what it's like to be a hyper competent baby with a sword that everyone says he shouldnt have and he respects the murder. Prefers the injustice timeline where he kills Dick on accident and gets abandoned by the family for it because he's a jaded old fuck who assumes that the worst will always happen forever.

Roxy: Projects deeply onto Dick Grayson. Eldest Daughter Syndrome is a bitch when youre an only child and only she and dick grayson understand. real 'you are the only bitch here who gets me' hours. The silly goofs, the look at me all the time or I'll combust discowing suit mellowing out into the one with their shit together TM? the fact that their shit is still not together and the only thing in the fridge is dubious food and a wilted head of lettuce because they were going to eat a salad but kept putting it off is also in character. yeah Dick Grayson is her poor little meow meow (and she projects a lil onto the aforementioned Stephanie Brown for obvious reasons)

Mom: Ace the Bathound! She watched Kypto the superdog growing up and she counts him as a robin because what else would he be? (in truth shes doesnt have much of an opinion. but she does think it's funny how Bro would get pissy with her for saying it. she can be a little bit of a troll. for funsies) I think she'd like Lucius Fox for human batfam members. Alfred as well, she loves a charming man.

Rose: Her favorite batfam member is Barbara or Kate, but her favorite robin is probably Duke. I think his search for his family would probably just hit her too close to home not to immediately latch onto him. Plus he's really smart, like trained to take down the riddler smart? Like refused to be a robin and is only an ex-robin by technicality smart. (and rose would love arguing both that he does and doesn't count as a robin depending on who's asking because she would think it's funny)

Rosalind (alpha mom): Huntress, but the og Huntress would be a get for her. a little bit more modern and she's saying Kate as well. Jason is her favorite Robin, but only conceptually. She hates most comics he's in and has taken to writing her own version of him that using bits of canon she likes. as is the prerogative of all comic fans eventually. All blades Jason + magical pit rage as a metaphor for ptsd is her canon

Dave: Difficult one... I think, much like Rose, he's got a favorite batfam member but his favorite robin is harder for me to pin down. Cassandra's backstory gets to him. I think he'd have a soft spot for her and Harper Row? Terry McGinnis is his favorite though. No Doubt. hes the perfect age for animated series batman beyond to be his Go To batman that all other batmen must stack up to. Sorry, bruce wayne whomst? As for robins... hm. I think he might genuinely not care? I can't say one that sticks out to me as dave bait in particular. i dont know. I could see robin jason having his own appeal to Dave. A sweet kid that's put into terrible circumstances, becoming a symbol of protection and safety to people just like him would really appeal to him. I think Jason's death would fucking gut him though and I dont wanna subject dave to that :(

Davesprite: For Sure Jason now, but he says it's Tim. Tim being replaced as Robin probably fucks with him the first time he reads the "Bruce lost in the time stream" arc.

David (alpha bro): His fave is Selena Kyle (which is dubious on how in the batfam she is depending on the writer, but she is in his heart) I know this man still watches Saturday morning cartoons on the reg, so he also latches onto Terry as soon as he see him, but... (and this is sacrilege David, I could have you burned at the stake as a witch for this) ... he considers Terry a Robin.

[domjaehyun]

i think i'm gonna save all the jaehyun talk for the end because there's a lot to unpack. FIRST OFF, haechan and jeno's additions to the story plssss i was obsessed. the scene where johnny and jaemin walk into the house greeted by dead silence because everyone's trying to figure who oc was getting absolutely plowed by HAD ME CRACKING UPPP. omg i loved how jaemin and oc's sex tape was brought up again and jaemin made jeno sit and watch followed by that little photoshoot moment. oc better than me, i would've jumped jeno so fast and made another tape. haechan stepping into the house and immediately calling oc a milf made me laugh as well like that part was very lee-haechan-coded. and hello??? the kitty thing with johnny and jungwoo really stirred something in me like WHAT IS PURRING... the mark and jaehyun THREESOME oh you were so bad for that, i loved every second of it. there's something very sexy about those two being competitive idk idk maybe it's just me. when haechan hinted at "celebrating" quarantine being lifted LMFAOOO our poor oc, she would not last during that.

okay… WHEW jaehyun... i always knew it was gonna be him over mark. I HATE TO SAY IT I REALLY DO but my intuition is always right. i was so chronically attached to the scene in qc2 where minhee sent jaehyun a nude and oc stormed off, only for jaehyun to come in to make it up to her. AND THEN the whole laying in silence while interlocking pinkies and not being able to utter a word so they just stay there while all their feelings wash over them YEAH tell me that wasn't THE scene of the entire series. the very ending line of them holding pinkies while walking to lunch, idk if that was intentional on your part but i like what you did there. and can we pls talk about oc ignoring jaehyun which led to their first sex scene of qc3 to be the whole "i miss you" moments. you had me then and there. and fuck man domestic jaehyun watching edgar, i want him badlyyyyyyyy. cannot i would've thrown hands at jaehyun when he invited minhee over. POOR GIRL HAD NO IDEA WHAT WAS GOING ON. but ofc jaehyun had to pull the "i just wanted you to notice me" BABE WE ALL NOTICE YOU CMONNNNN my heart was so full reading jaehyun's confession like i just about burst into tears as well damn. and then oc's confession pls she is so cute, i'll miss her. and i'm glad they knew all the others in the house were strictly just fuck buddies and that mark fully acknowledged that sometimes a good friendship isn't worth ruining by getting into a relationship. oc's character development from refusing to share her yogurt with jaehyun to offering it to him all by herself i could cry.

anyways VERY NICE JOB QC SERIES WAS SO FUN icb it's been out since 2020, i've really been here for a while :o - 🍪

the serotonin this message gave me….unreal okay this might be a lil long i wanna address everything .

I HAD TO ADD THEM IM GLAD YOU UNDERSTAND :’) and that scene made me laugh so i’m glad you laughed too 😁 ALSO i love writing jeno as shy / awkward it was fun for me :D

HAECHAN HAD TO DO IT!! HES THE ONLY ONE WHO WOULD!! and omg the kitten scene…yeah that was rly something…. yeah…. 🧌 (feels shy) THE THREESOME WAS ALSO RLY SOMETHING idk what comes over me sometimes . and YEAH PLUS MINHEE WAS THERE AND. would’ve been weird vibes yknow?

OMG YEAH THAT WAS A TURNING POINT :O i’m glad you realized it :D their linking pinkies again was entirely intentional yes i’m v glad you noticed :’) YEAH AVOIDING HIM DIDNT LAST LONG…. they couldn’t stay away from each other 💖 THAT EDGAR SCENE WAS SUPPOSED TO ECHO THE SCENE WHERE HE TALKED ABOUT ADOPTING A PET IN QC2 :D

fun fact mc and jaehyun were supposed to argue and that’s how his confession was gonna come out but when i got them in the same room they didn’t wanna fight 😭😭😭😭😭 like i just couldn’t make it happen so i was like okay what do YALL want and then that couch scene happened :) also minhee was never an enemy i tried to make that obvious she was more of a catalyst unintentionally :p

HER CONFESSION WAS SO SILLY BUT VERY LIKE HER I THINK and yeah i wanted to make that distinction :D i didn’t want her to lose mark yknow? and her sharing the yogurt. u know what that is? GROWTH!!

THANK YOU I’M HAPPY YOU LIKED IT!! yeah it’s rly been a while 😟😟 glad i finally got it out!!