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thedrarrylibrarian · 2 years ago

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I'm so excited to have my friend, @babooshkart join me in the library today! Although I’d seen their art and always enjoyed it before, I really fell in love with her 25 Days of Harry and Draco series, and that’s where our friendship first started (just in case you’re wondering, this piece is my personal favorite from that series). She’s here today to chat about art and to help me announce something new that I’m excited about in the library. You can read our conversation below, I’ll be DL, in bold and Babooshkart will be Boo. I had an amazing time talking with Boo, and I hope you have fun reading our conversation!

DL: Good morning! Thanks for agreeing to come chat with me today!

Boo: I’ve been looking forward to this all week, thank you so much for having me!

DL: Aww! I’ve been looking forward to this too. I’m especially excited to have you on to help me introduce my new feature, Art Mondays, since it’s really thanks to you that I had this idea. I’d been thinking for a while about if the library should try to include more art, but I wasn’t sure how to do that, or if it’d even be something that people were interested in. And then you told me how much it meant to you to be tagged in that post about artists I enjoy, I felt like it was a sign telling me to go ahead with it.

Boo: You’re gonna make me blush! I’m so unbearably excited for this new feature, and really flattered that I could be any sort of catalyst for you to create it. I know a lot of artists (obviously myself included) rely on rec blogs to help us find our next read – and possibly art inspiration – so it means a lot that you’d have an art feature!

DL: I think that artists are such an important part of our fandom community, so I really want them to feel included in our library community as well. I’m always encouraging people to leave kudos and comments on fics, but I want to give a way to show support to artists as well. Reblogs are what helps art to get traction, right?

Boo: For sure! I mean, I personally post some of my art to AO3 (mostly fest-related stuff, and I treasure every kudos and comment that I get there), but Tumblr sees every piece I make, and people reblogging them is the main way to get them really circulating in the fandom.

DL: Reblogging is good, but reposting is different than reblogging. Have you ever had your art reposted without your permission?

Boo: A lot of times, and it’s really frustrating. I’ve actually gone off of making art for Wolfstar, because I had a piece that I made for my friend Mari @onbeinganangel reposted so many times. It’s sad, because I loved that piece so much!! I don’t understand reposts, especially since tumblr and Instagram both have such clear ways of sharing art to personal blogs and accounts without reposting. So I will always be thankful to people who like/reblog/share, as it’s for them that I’m putting all this art out onto the internet!

DL: I feel like for a long time, especially as a fandom newbie, I heard about reposting but I didn’t understand it. Reposting is when someone takes your art (or your fic or something that you made) and posts it on their own account as if they are the person who made it. Even if the reposter gives credit, it’s still hurtful because someone took your work and put it somewhere you can’t control without your permission.

Boo: Exactly that. Originally I had a much gentler reposting policy, but after having my work put on so many different accounts where the reposter was claiming them as their own artwork I don’t allow any reposts, even with credit. I’ve also had reposts that would be defensive about not crediting me as the artist, or just respond “idk, I found it on Pinterest”. Now I go after reposts like a dog with a bone. It strips the joy out of creation, to have your work stolen. It’s very similar to some people exporting AO3 fics to Wattpad or fanfic.net–once that happens, we (the creators) have no agency over our own work.

DL: That sucks. So to clarify, reblogging is different than reposting. Reposting is taking that work and posting it under your own account, whereas reblogging is just sharing the artists’ original post.

Boo: Exactly! Reblogging (or sharing the post to your story on Instagram) is actually a super helpful way to get the original artwork out into the community! And a reblog is a useful tool – people who want to see more of that artist’s work can just click right through to their blog, rather than trying to hunt down the credit in some way.

DL: That brings us to the Library’s new feature, Art Mondays! Art Monday is going to be a single reblog of a piece of art that I’ve seen and enjoyed. I don’t feel qualified to give my thoughts on art like I would for a Happy Hour fic, but I still love seeing it and I’m hoping this can create a space for artists in the library and promote fanart a bit more.

Boo: I’m so looking forward to this!!! And I wouldn’t worry about feeling qualified – I’m an artist and I reblog fanart with incoherent screaming in the tags and nothing else. It’s the loveliest feeling to have a fandom community space like the Library putting our work on display, and I can’t even begin to explain how excited I am! (It’s more incoherent screaming, that’s what it is!) Where will you be hunting down your Art Monday features?

DL: Ooh! Like where do I find them?

Boo: Yeah! Will you be searching through tags, or relying on the dashboard? Stalking old fests?

DL: That’s a great question! First of all, I want to say that the Library’s Donation Policy will apply here, so if you’ve made art or see art you like and want to share it with the Library, please feel free to send me a link to the original post and I’ll consider adding it to Art Mondays (please know I make no guarantee that just because you’ve sent me something that I will feature it). So far, I’ve mostly found art through my dashboard, but I’ve definitely been stalking a bit also. When I see a piece of art that I like, if it’s Drarry it’s been going in the queue for Mondays. However, when I see one piece of art that I like, then usually I follow that artist for more. Something super lovely about fandom is that for the most part, following one artist means that I start finding more artists through them. So I have been scrolling (stalking) through artists’ blogs and using them to find other artists who I enjoy. I don’t search tags very often, but I did get into a “More posts like this” hole the other day and added 4 pieces to the queue that way. I’ve also been branching out a bit and following some artists such as yourself on Instagram, but I’m super lowkey there. I’m just lurking on insta lol. But that’s been a good way of seeing who has new art coming out because it’s usually being teased on stories there.

Boo: Oh my god you’re a lurker??? I have so much love for my instagram lurkers. I had no idea. This is so exciting! And yes, I adore that engaging more in fandom makes it so easy to find other creators with works that I love! I’ve made so many good friends by losing my mind in the reblog tags. I’m so excited to see what you have queued up!!!

DL: That’s something that I really love about Drarry, especially compared to other fandoms that I’ve been in. Of course there’s always going to be someone who wants to be a bummer and tear others down, but for the most part I see so much of our fandom going out of their way to be kind and lift each other up and share each other’s work. I’m thinking specifically of @the-starryknight’s Tuesday TLC Zone and @phd-mama’s May We Lift Each Other Up series. I think that’s a really healthy aspect of our fandom that’s doing so much for us. When we celebrate someone else’s work, when we reblog or share, it makes it that much easier for other people to find it. And it builds relationships where others do that for us too.

Boo: It really does!! And speaking as someone who has only been involved as a fandom artist for the past year and a half, it can be shocking and exciting to have authors and artists that I’ve been following for years engage with my content. I’m always overwhelmed with love when that happens, and usually struck with an urge to create even more (which is amazing, but also agonizing because I do have a day job that takes up my time). Fandom positivity and respect means even more amazing fics, artwork, podfics, and rec lists because creators want to put that goodness out there! This appreciation goes to fandom blogs that aren’t creators too – I know I speak for a lot of artists when I say that I have some followers that I adore just because they’ve thrown so much love my way.

DL: I totally get you – I’m always so grateful when someone just says “Hey, I like your library.” It’s such a lovely feeling, being appreciated.

Boo: It’s so wonderful!!! Every time it happens, I’m like “I love you, do you want a painting dedicated to you?” Which of course is a little unsustainable, but the urge is there.

DL: A little unsustainable lol. Pesky capitalism. I do have one last question for you before we wrap up.

Boo: Yes! I’m ready!!

DL: Are you currently reading anything, fic or published, that you’d like to share with us?

Boo: Ooh! I just finished Witness Marks by @gryffindorhearts, which was published for Fang Fest last week! That was a fun one because I was commissioned to do art for it as a surprise gift, but didn't have access to the fic, only bits and pieces that Starry gathered for me as references, so it was cool to read the whole fic and sink into the story. Next on the queue is @softlystarstruck's Fang Fest piece What Husbands Are For, which snagged me with "arranged marriage enemies to lovers". For traditional lit, I'm working my way through Harrow the Ninth by Tamsyn Muir (space necromancers!!!) and Under the Whispering Door by TJ Klune (ghost love story!!!!). Highly recommend both of them.

DL: OOOOH! Space necromancers!? Ghost LOVE!? You've got me convinced. Amazing.

Boo: Yeah YOU ARE!

DL: No, YOU! But seriously, thank you again for joining me and chatting. I always have so much fun chatting with you! And I think library patrons will enjoy this too!

Boo: I’m so excited about this, and really honored that you asked me to be a part of it!

I hope you enjoyed our conversation, and please let’s support our local fandom artists by reblogging and sharing their art. And lastly, please join me this afternoon as I reblog and share the first post I’m featuring for Art Monday!

Lots of Love and Happy Art Monday!

#friends of the library #the drarry librarian with friends #babooshkart #art mondays #the drarry library #the drarry librarian #thedrarrylibrarian #drarry #lots of love and happy art monday

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sixtyeightdays · 4 years ago

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you reap what you sow

prompt from @mialuvscats : i hope this meets your expectations ! im sorry this took so long, i tried uploading it from my phone but it glitched and i could only get my hands on the computer today

i’d like to say that i think if sabine and mari are there, damian and talia willl be relatively looser and not as uptight . mari and sabine are cold but loving and sunshiney. they keep talia and damian in check, essentially. which is why i wrote them in to be loose and free but able to be openly happy when they want to be, even if they are only happy around each other.

with sabine here i also thinkt hat talia will be slightly easier on damian, which also ties to the fact that he will not be as cold and uptight.

talia will be a good mother in this fic bc i want her to be and itll be ooc but its okay its my fic anyway

and the timeline is kinda messed up and all over the place sorry

that aside, have fun reading and i hope you enjoy!

talia and sabine are best friends, and before most of the class joins francois, marinette ruled the school after coming to paris with sabine. mari and damian are betrothed and the two are best friends. they can be icy one minute and sunshiney the next, although the sunshiney part is more mari than damian.

maybe the waynes come to paris, bc if theyre in gotham the others wont really know if the queen is back, and theyre kinda unsure why marinette is being timid and very unlike her ice queen demeanor she sometimes uses. mari is closest to jason in terms of batfam because firstly maybe she cleanses jason of the lazarus pit after helping damian using tikki's creation magic to counteract plagg's destruction one. since the waynes are here theres no point in mari hiding her queen status anymore and queue lila reveal

Talia al Ghul and Sabine Cheng were an unlikely combination, but worked perfectly well.

The two women were extremely close. Sabine was almost as deadly as Talia, but she made up for it with her devious mindset. She was the one who steered Talia away from doing anything wrong --well more wrong than usual-- and the one who was assigned to dish out punishments to usurpers.

The two could read each other like open books, and hence, when both Talia and Sabine became pregnant, Talia one month before Sabine, the two knew immediately.

They had debated whether or not to have their kids be betrothed, and eventually decided to let their children make the final call when their kids were old enough to understand.

Nine months later, Marinette and Damian were born. In the League infirmary, an hour after the two were cleaned and left there to rest while their mothers did the same, the two had already grown rather close.

Their baby cribs were next to each other, and somehow they were staring at each other through the walls of the crib, and were making small grabby hands to the other.

When Talia and Sabine were sufficiently rested and came to pick up their children, they were slightly shocked, yet gratified by their children. Sabine smiled and draped an arm around Talia’s shoulder, smiling lazily.

“I guess they’ll be as close as their mothers, non?”

Talia smirked, and the two walked forwards, lifting their respective children in their arms and walking to their quarters.

The two mothers did not regret it. Their kids were enamoured with each other, practically joined at the hip.

By the time Marinette and Damian were 5, they had a very extensive vocabulary, since they had learned to speak Arabic, French and English. They were also extremely smart and skilled with weapons.

Marinette was extremely adept at using a yoyo. It seemed weird, I know. But when the League was stormed when she was 3, she had taken out 4 men with her yoyo alone. Since then, she had been teaching herself how to use the yoyo effectively.

Damian preferred to use a katana. He looked much scarier than Marinette, even if the two were the same age. He had found a natural talent in using blades, knives, katanas and daggers included.

Marinette was the Rain to Damian’s Fire.

She was the only one who could calm Damian down when he was mad, mad.

But make no mistake, Marinette could switch personalities in a heartbeat. She was one of the League’s most skilled interrogators at the age of 5.

After all, who would suspect a pigtailed 5 year old in pink to be scary?

Damian much preferred his stoic and icy attitude. The only people he ever let loose around was Marinette, Sabine, and Talia.

Talia and Sabine loved the children to an almost deadly extent, and the four were extremely overprotective of each other.

Marinette had taken to magic as well. She had been trained by many people in the League about sensing magic. Damian did not have the patience for magic and rituals.

Marinette knew Damian was more of a ‘attack first ask questions later’ type of fighter, a stark contrast to Marinette’s ‘i will curse you and you will suffer in agonising pain for the rest of your life’ preferred type of fighting.

She’d never really liked getting her hands dirty, hence the magic. Killing people with magic was so much cleaner.

Sabine and Marinette had to leave for Paris when she was 9. For what, she wasn’t sure, but regardless of the distance, she and Damian constantly traded calls and letters. They would never go even a day without contact.

They were staying with one of Sabine’s old friends. His name was Tom Dupain, and he was an old wrestler and had worked with the League before. He and Sabine pretended to be married and Marinette’s name had hence became Marinette Dupain Cheng.

Damian and Talia stayed at the League, although all of them knew that Damian was to meet his birth father when he turned 10.

Marinette adapted her icy demeanor in Paris, never wanting anyone to get as close as she was with Damian.

A few hours in, walking around Paris, she had met an elderly man in a red Hawaiian shirt, emitting the aura of magic. She had confronted him, and eventually, he opened up to her about the Miraculous. Tikki, the Ladybug kwami, and Plagg, the Black Cat kwami had taken a liking to her.

Marinette was apparently something called a True User, a reincarnation of the first Ladybug miraculous wielder. Plagg just rather liked the aura of death and chaos she apparently gave off, from the League.

She and the other Kwamis also had a rather amicable relationship, and she’d go to the ends of the Earth for the tiny gods, and vice versa.

The elderly man, named Fu, had also started to train her into becoming the new Guardian of the Miraculous.

Before, Marinette had been planning on laying low and not drawing atention to herself, but once she had beaten up two upperclassmen for bullying her classmate and somewhat accquaintance Nino, she had been fiercely regarded by both the students and faculty.

As a result, she eventually grew close to Nino, and his friends, Kim, Alix and Chloe. She only ever let down her icy demeanour around them, showing the bright and bubbly girl persona she kept hidden. She wasn’t as close to them as she was to Damian, but they were all still quite close friends.

It wasn’t long after that Marinette became the queen of her school, at the tender age of 10, earning her title as the Ladybug. Or, as Chloe liked to put it, the Lady, because she was lucky enough to ‘get a friend like her’.

Marinette didn’t protest. She rather liked Ladybugs, and besides, it was ironic and it reminded her a little of Damian, who sometimes liked to call her his Maribug. Because she was sometimes a pest, he deadpanned. Marinette had whacked him with a pillow.

Everyone in the school feared the Ladybug. No one knew anything of her past. She was a mystery, an enigma that no one could solve. When new students came in after Marinette turned 14, everyone was slightly shocked to see their Lady change.

She was much more bubbly and approachable. Word had spread around that Marinette, the Lady, was trying a clean slate for the new kids. After all, not everyone should fear her.

Probably.

School eventually returned to what it was like before Marinette became the Lady, although she did still rule the school, she did it much more subtly, with more restraint and secrecy.

One of the new kids, Alya, had taken a liking to her. Marinette did not like her very much, she was loud and clingy and drew a lot of unwanted attention.

Marinette and her old crew, who had playfully called themselves her Consorts before the name stuck, had split up temporarily, to cover more ground and spread their branches.

Chloe was to pretend to be Marinette’s bully, Kim and Alix rivals, and Nino a shy recluse. They had had a good laugh about it beforehand, before watching Moana, because Kim wanted to compare the size of his muscles to Maui’s.

None of them had accounted for Adrien Agreste, who had tried to get the gum off Marinette’s seat like the naive, sheltered boy he was. Marinette had admittedly gotten mad at him for screwing up a perfectly good plan, before ramping up her ice persona to like, a 2/10, to get the newbies off her scent and scare Adrien away.

It hadn’t worked, because the boy was apparently as stubborn as he was naive. But besides that, Alya had been really grating on Marinette’s nerves, especially since she was convinced that Marinette had a crush on the model. It was not true, of course.

Honestly, Marinette thought dryly, as Alya dragged her all over the place to.. somewhere, she wasn’t even sure anymore. But frankly, she didn’t particularly care. Honestly, the only boy she’d probably ever have a crush on would be Damian.

Not that she’d ever admit it.

When Marinette and Damian turned 10, she and Sabine had taken a plane to Gotham to meet up with Damian.

Damian had not been having a good time. He was very much unwanted here, that was clear.

Grayson seemed to be the only one trying to interact with him. His father, had been trying his best to stay out of Damian’s way, which he reciprocated. Todd was flat out ignoring him and Drake just seemed to be busy all the time.

After all, who would want to interact with a grumpy 10 year old assassin?

He missed Marinette.

It was the day Todd finally tried to open up to Damian, that Marinette had arrived. No one had told him that she was finally meeting him again for the first time in a year. Sabine had left Marinette to figure out where Damian was on her own. She was more than capable of it.

With a quick scrying spell, she found him, and Kaalki opened a portal headed in the direction of Wayne Manor.

Meanwhile, Damian just appreciated the fact that Todd was finally extending an olive branch. He was lonely.

It hurt seeing his father care for everyone in the manor apart from him.

He had been walking along the gardens in the manor. Todd had joined him.

“Listen, I know it’s hard to feel accepted here. Sometimes, I do.” Jason gazed wistfully at the sky above him.

Damian was unsure of where the ex-Robin was getting at, so he just kept quiet. It wasn’t as if Damian didn’t know who Jason Todd was. Before he had come to the manor with Talia, he had read the Waynes’ files. In addition, Damian had known of Jason while he was affiliated with the League. They had never talked, or interacted, but he had known of the elder boy.

“I just, uh, wanted you to know that if you ever need anything, you can come to me.” He finished lamely, running a hand in his hair.

Damian opened his mouth, then closed it, hesitating. “Thank you, Ja--Todd. I will.” He settled on saying dryly.

Jason visibly relaxed and cracked a miniscule smile. There was a sudden ‘swoosh’ sound, and both Jason and Damian turned around, bodies automatically going on the defensive.

Stumbling out of Alfred’s rose bushes, trodding on a few accidentally, was Marinette.

“Angel!” Damian exclaimed, moving forwards to help her forwards.

She brushed her shoulders off, looking around before freezing, staring at something behind him.

“Jay?”

“Pixie?” He asked, sounding incredulous.

Marinette rushed forward and wrapped him in a tight embrace. Jason laughed and hugged her back, chuckling.

Damian quashed down the bubbling feeling of rage in the pit of his stomach and settled for casting a frosty glance in their direction. Not that they noticed, since they were too busy embracing each other, Damian thought scornfully.

The two pulled apart after too long in Damian’s opinion, laughing.

“Angel? How do you know Todd?” Damian asked coldly, ever so protective.

If Jason noticed the sudden reversion to his surname instead of his first, he didn’t say anything.

“Oh, he came to Paris with Lia once and I cleansed him of the Lazarus pit madness, like I did with you.” She replied.

“What are you doing here?” Jason asked. Damian had forgotten about that.

“Visiting, of course!” She winked. “Now, let’s give your old man a good scare.” She pecked Damian on the cheek before vanishing. (Thanks, Trixx.)

Jason and Damian looked to each other. “Did you know she could do that?” Jason questioned. Damian shook his head before pausing.

“Wait.. how did she get into the manor?”

The only response was the faint echo of a laugh.

It was time for dinner anyway, and only Damian, Jason, and Alfred knew of Marinette’s presence. Marinette had voluntary evelaed herself to the elderly butler after noticing his aura.

It was Miraculous tainted. If Marinette could guess, he had been either one of Duusu’s, Sass’s, or Nooroo’s.

When the butler had retired to the kitchen alone, Marinette had unraveled Trixx’s magic veiling her and waved at the butler.

To hi credit, he didn’t so much as bat an eye before his eyes widened as he took her in. Marinette cut to the chase.

“Who was your kwami?” Alfred had surveyed her for a second before seemingly trusting her.

“Duusu.” He answered.

Marinette smiled. “I’m Tikki’s.” From her perch in Marinette’s left pigtail, the red Kwami pried open the folds of her hair, waving once at Alfred before sinking back into the recesses of the bluenette’s locks.

Alfred blinked. Once. Twice. “I’m presuming you’re staying for dinner?”

Marinette beamed. “I’m gonna scare the big bat.” Alfred nodded, accepting this. Marinette clapped her hands and she disappeared again. Alfred shook his head, smiling faintly.

Conveniently, it was one of the times where everyone was there. Dick, Jason, Tim, and Damian. Rare these days, what with Dick in Bludhaven, Tim at WE, and Jason off being Jason.

Bruce was currently on his way back from WE, although it would take around half an hour. He had told everyone to start eating first. Perfect.

After Marinette’s encounter with Alfred, she had reappeared in Damian’s room, where she and Damian caught up. Just like old times.

She had disappeared again once she left the room, and Damian wasn’t entirely sure where she went.

Alfred set the the table as per normal, which Damian and Jason noticed right away. They looked to Alfred, who merely winked before stepping back into the kitchen and laying out the food.

There was a screech of a chair as Marinette, disguised as Bruce (Trixx in her right pigtail and Tikki in the left) sat down. Dick looked startled.

“I thought you wouldn’t be back till later!” Dick exclaimed.

Mari-Bruce shrugged. “Faster than I’d expected.” She answered, securing the veil of Trixx’s magic around her vocal chords, making her voice sound exactly like Bruce’s.

Jason inched away slightly from Bruce, though she pretended not to notice.

Alfred nodded at her as he reentered the room.

Everyone dug in, occasionally talking. It had been about 25 minutes before the sound of the door opening could be heard. Damian and Jason’s head shot up, thinking it was Marinette.

Mari-Bruce smirked. Showtime.

Bruce entered the room, not noticing Mari at first. Until the batboys gaped at him. He looked confused. What--?

Mari-Bruce was a pretty great actress. “Who are you?” She thundered, internally laughing.

“Who are you? I’m Bruce Wayne.” He answered, looking befuddled and frustrated.

“Impostor.” Mari-Bruce accused.

Bruce spluttered. “No! I’m the real Bruce!”

Mari-Bruce scoffed. “That’s what an impostor would say.”

Damian and Jason seemed to figure it out, although they probably weren’t sure which Bruce was the real one yet.

Tim rubbed his eyes. “Am I seeing double, or?”

Bruce said, “Ask me something the real Bruce would know.”

Dick looked torn, but did as requested. “Who murdered your parents?”

“Joe Chill.” They both said at the same time. Mari-Bruce and Bruce winced, selling the act.

“When’s my birthday?” Tim asked.

“July 17th.” Both Bruces answered.

Tim looked surprised. “You actually know my birthday?”

“No shit, Tim.” Mari-Bruce said, rolling their eyes. She rather wanted to proceed to the next part of her plan.

“Would I say that to you, Tim?” Bruce asked slightly desperately.

“Maybe?”

Bruce facepalmed. In the confusion, Mari took the chance to slink into the shadows where she rewrapped Trixx’s invisible magic around her.

Only Damian noticed. He smirked. “Where did he go?” He asked, placing a hand on the hilt of his katana for emphasis. He didn’t see Marinette smile at him.

Everyone looked panicked. “Search the manor.” Bruce ordered.

Jason still looked slightly skeptical but did as he said. Damian drew his katanas and tilted it in the direction he was going.

Amongst everyone, Bruce was the most attacked. While Jason and Damian paired off, Tim and Dick did as well, ("Don’t go alone!” Was Bruce’s admonished cry), Bruce had gone alone.

If she were being honest, Marinette had always had a grudge against the billionaire. He hadn’t saved his son, he had tried to kill his son, even though he had a no killing rule --which Marinette thought was plain stupid--, and he had left Damian to suffer at the hands of Ra’s Al Ghul.

Talia could only do so much to save her son.

Yes, Marinette was aware that Bruce hadn’t know Damian existed, but now he was still treating Damian as if he didn’t exist. Marinette knew how much Damian craved affection, even if he never admitted it.

Yes, maybe Bruce was getting better, but maybe she could.. spur the process.

So Marinette retaliated in one of the many ways she knew how.

Messing with them.

So when the Waynes regrouped in the dining room, Jason, Damian, Dick and Tim came back unharmed, and Jason had been filled in by Damian of his suspicions. But Bruce?

He came back covered in honey and feathers, drenched with water and covered in pink slime.

“Why is he going after me?” Bruce had questioned in that annoying voice of his, after looking over his spotless sons.

Jason shrugged. “Maybe he doesn’t like you. God knows he’s not the only one.”

Bruce looked slightly hurt but Jason didn’t seem to care in the slightest.

“Maybe this person is infatuated with you and is vying for your attention.” Damian deadpanned dryly. Marinette had smacked him on the back of his head, still invisible.

But the damage had been done.

Bruce snapped his fingers and ‘aha!’-ed at Damian. “That must be it!” Bruce crowed.

“Are you that narcissistic, you arrogant plebeian?” Marinette’s normally cheery voice was dry and dripping with distaste as she unwrapped her magic.

Bruce, Dick and Tim immediately went on the defensive, shifting into a battle stance. Marinette only scoffed.

“If I wanted to harm you, I would have already done so.” Marinette waved a hand in their direction dismissively.

Dick looked confused. “You’re like, ten.” He pointed out.

Damian glared. “I am ten as well, Grayson.”

Tim butted in. “Are we not going to acknowledge the fact that this tiny ten year old broke into the manor unnoticed?”

That brought everyone to their senses.

They were suddenly surprised by Marinette running at Jason, full speed. They expected him to duck or whip out a weapon, but all he did was stand still as she flipped in midair to land on his shoulders.

To their utter shock, Jason grinned, even as she fisted her hands in his hair for a better grip.

Damian only smiled fondly at his Angel. She was as short as he remembered, Damian noted.

He missed her. More than anything.

Marinette beamed, and slid off Jason’s shoulders.

“Why did you attack me?” Bruce asked. “Isn’t it obvious, fool?” Marinette revamped her icy demeanor and glared at the civilian Batman. “I despise you.”

Bruce looked very affronted. But Mariinette ignored him, even as he continued talking and made her way over to Damian.

“Damibear!” Marinette sang, as if she hadn’t seen him less than an hour ago.

The Waynes looked as if they expected Damian to attack her just for calling him that. They were not expecting him to grin and say, “Angel.”

Mari jumped on his back, and Damian merely repositioned himself accordingly, used to this from all her previous piggybacks.

“Okay so Jason and Damian helped her get into the manor.” Tim deduced, only to notice Jason and Damian shaking their heads.

“All by herself.” Damian and Jason chorused. Marinette made bunny ears on top of Damian’s head.

She kissed Damian’s forehead lovingly, replying to his ‘i am older than you’ with a ‘yeah by like a week’, and looked to his family.

She winked.

Then disappeared.

There was silence, and then, “Wait, we didn’t even get her name!” From Dick.

Damian and Jason were interrogated that night, and they refused to tell them anything related to Marinette.

Marinette smiled from where she had hidden in the shadows, and made her way back to Damian’s room. She curled up in Damian’s bed, drifting into sleep. She was almost asleep when Damian returned.

And when Damian pressed his lips to her forehead and whispered, “Goodnight, Angel”, a smile made her way onto her lips.

By the time Damian had slipped into bed with her, her head leaning comfortably on his chest, she had fallen asleep.

When the two turned 15, Talia and Sabine sat them down and told them about the betrothal. Damian had been visiting with Talia.

It had been almost two months since Lila had turned her classmates against her, not that she cared, of course. She still had her Consorts after all.

“Marinette, Damian, we’d like to tell you something. An offer? Of sorts. I’m relatively sure you will accept, however.”

Talia smiled as Marinette dragged a grumpy Damian over to them by the head, beaming brightly.

“Oh come on, Mian! Don’t be such a grumpy banana.” Marinette reprimanded the older boy who was rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

The boy only smiled lazily, and ran another hand through his best friend’s hair, the girl making a small noise of protest. “Thats what you get for calling me a noodle, Angel.” (if you didn’t know miàn means noodle in chinese)

Sabine cleared her throat but looked at the two with amusement clear in her eyes.

They straightened. “Sorry, maman,” Mari muttered.

“Now, before you two were born, Sabine and I had an agreement. We are perfectly fine with this and the implications of it, so it is up to you to whether to accept or not.” Talia got straight to the point.

The two children looked to each other curiously before turning back to their parents. Damian nodded in acknowledgment and Sabine picked up where Talia left off.

“How do you feel about each other?” Sabine asked, watching the two closely for their reactions.

“If that’s your way of asking us if we’re okay to be siblings, since you and Lia are dating, Maman--” Marinette started but was quickly interrupted by a barely noticeably flushed Talia.

“No, not that, and we aren’t dating, Nette.” Talia aimed a playful glare at the girl, who grinned and blew a raspberry at her.

“How would you and Damian like to be betrothed?” Sabine asked, smiling at her friend and daughter fondly.

Marinette spluttered and Damian coughed.

Talia and Sabine burst out into laughter.

After the adults got their laughter under control and after a few glares from their kids, Damian spoke up.

“Marinette is my best friend. If I had to be betrothed to anyone, I’m glad it’s her.” Damian looked away and Marinette coughed awkwardly into her elbow.

“You misunderstand us. You don’t have to be betrothed. The choice is yours.”

Damian felt slightly attacked. He really did like Marinette, and the betrothal was an easy excuse to ask her out (even if he was a 15 year old). He didn’t know if Marinette felt the same way, and he didn’t want to impose that on her, so he kept quiet.

Marinette, who was looking deep in thought, answered.

“Can I talk to Damian for a while, privately?”

Damian, despite his better judgement, winced. This was probably the first time in a really long time that Marinette called him by his full name. It was normally Dami, Damibear to annoy him, or some other weird nickname like Mr Grumpy Banana this morning.

Regardless, the bluenette hadn’t called him “Damian” for a very long time. Two years, maybe.

She walked out of the room, Damian trailing slightly behind, before stopping a few feet outside the room.

Marinette slid down onto the floor, her back pressed against it and head in her hands. Damian frowned. He didn’t want his best friend looking so.. dejected. He ignored the slight pang of hurt that the thought of being with him could get this kind of reaction out of her.

He sat down next to her, wrapping an arm around her shoulder like he always did when any of them felt upset. He was happy to feel her lean into his side like she always did.

She turned her head and buried it in Damian’s side, breathing in his comforting scent of paints and nature. He tightened his hold on her ever so slightly and she almost burst into tears.

It wasn’t that she was opposed to being in an engagement with Damian, it was just that she didn’t particularly want to be with anyone or love anyone, especially after her father died and Damian’s father abandoned him.

Her mother and aunt didn’t show it, but they were sad about their fathers. She had heard Talia interacting with her ‘beloved’ before, and it almost always ended up in tears or frustration. (Not that Mari blamed her, Bruce was kind of an asshole.)

She felt Damian’s chin press into her scalp and a hint of a smile grazed her lips. But this was Damian. Damian who was her best friend. Damian who supported her no matter what. Damian who comforted her and was there for her whenever she needed it.

Damian would never hurt her. And she was determined never to hurt him, ever, if she could help it.

She looked up and smiled at Damian. The smile he loved so much, the smile she always had on whenever she saw him, the smile that would unconsciously fly to her lips whenever she heard his voice.

Maybe it was then that Marinette should’ve known that she loved her best friend, but then again, she was only fifteen. She didn’t know what love was. But she would. Very soon.

“We accept.” Damian told Sabine and Talia when they reentered the room.

“We thought you would.” Talia replied.

When Marinette turned 16, her last year at Francois Dupont, six months since she’d made Lila’s time a living hell with her Ladybug (both in suit and in school), and fashion clients connections, the Waynes had visited.

Turns out, Damian and Jason got caught trying to sneak onto the Wayne private jet but instead of stopping them, they insisted they came along too, having pieced together that Damian and Jason were going to visit the mysterious tiny girl they couldn’t find the name of.

So they had no choice.

And os that leads to now, with the Waynes standing in the courtyard, elicting a growing crowd as they waited for Marinette, looking the part of scary rich people that can end your life without a problem.

Damian suddenly started running, and he hugged a girl. No one could see who the girl was because her head was buried in Damian’s chest and his body was shielding hers.

Not many people in the courtyard was surprised when they pulled away and standing there was Marinette Dupain-Cheng. After all, she was one of the most successful students in class that didn’t get fame from famous relatives. No, al her fame was hers alone.

In fact, the only people surprised were Marinette’s class, not-so-fondly referred to as the Akuma Class. Her Consorts were the only one who knew of her betrothed, Damian. Other than that, Marinette had never been willing to share.

When Marinette saw the other Waynes however, after hugging Jason, she rolled her eyes. Bruce, Dick and Tim stalked forwards, looking every inch the scary billionaires they were.

It was broken by Dick hugging the girl and gushing over how cool she was. Tim smiled at her and she had smiled back. Marinette flipped Bruce the bird.

“Why are you... so sunny? You definitely weren’t like that when you threatened us in Gotham. You were such an ice queen.” Tim mentioned, failing to keep the amusement out of his tone.

“What do you mean? Marinette’s always been like that, even if she is a bitch now. There’s no way she can be cold.” Alya remarked snidely.

Alix and Chloe stalked forward, raising thier fists threatningly. But Marinette only laughed coldly.

“You wanna see cold, Cesaire?” Marinette snarled, dropping all acts of being nice.

The Lady was back. Publicly.

The silence was interrupted by Rose, who asked, "But Lila, don't you know the Waynes?"

Said Lila had been trying to slink away unnoticed, but when her name was mentioned, all attention diverted back to her, effectively keeping her in place. Her pale face and scared eyes were enough to tell that she had indeed been lying.

Yells and screams broke out across the courtyard as the Akuma Class berated Lila for lying to them all this while. Until, Marinette interrupted, face set in a ice cold, stony position

"Okay, blame her for lying." She started. "But why did you believe her?"

The Akuma Class drew a blank and didn't respond. Partially because they didn't know what to say, and partially because Marinette's mere presence was overwhelmingly intimidating. Marinette sighed and pressed on.

"Everything the Liar has said can be found faulty by a simple internet search." It was true, and the class knew it. When no one replied, Marinette shook her head sardonically. "You reap what you sow."

She turned to her betrothed. In an instant, her icy mood was gone, replaced with the sunshiney-ness the Akuma Class had grown used to.

"C'mon, Dami!" She gave him a quick peck on the lips, hoisting herself up on Damian's back. Damian grasped her legs tightly, as she continued to be piggybacked by him.

"Onward!" She cried out dramatically, pointing to the school exit.

Damian only rolled his eyes fondly at his beloved, steering themselves out, her Consorts and his family behind them.

None of them looked back.

If they did, they would've seen the expressions of disbelief and regret etched onto every one of her old classmates' faces.

Not that they would care.

5k words yay

also uh yeah again, sorry this took so long, i kept hitting a mental block while writing this and it didnt manage to upload from my phone for no good reason :(

but anyway its up now, i hope u find this acceptable! :)

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sleepywinchester · 5 years ago

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Fool For You Pt. 3 ⏤ Oscar Díaz.

Summary: You are back in your hometown Freeridge to take care of your sister Jasmine and your father after being away for six years. You left Freeridge looking for a better life but in that process you had to let go of someone you loved. But you’re back and things are not the same but they sure feel like it.

Words: 2,500+

Warnings: Angst

A/N: Hola!!!! Happy Easter Loves! Hope you guys had a good one today even though *coughs* the virus. This one is a bit more fluff turned into angst real quick. If you like this, please consider leave some feedback? Love to hear you guys thoughts *.* | MESSAGE BOX |

(english is not my first language, might be some typos around)

Chapters: Uno - Dos

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The sunlight peeked through the white curtains of the window. Your eyes fluttered open softly glancing to the soft orange colors of the sunrise. Waking up in this bliss made you smile. It was like for a short moment you were living in your own fantasy, the one that you weren’t brave enough to say out loud but deep down you always wanted. You admired the view for a little more until the sounds of movement in your small kitchen caught your attention.

Softly shifting your body to the left, you saw the number one reason for all your fantasies these days. You propped your head on top of your hand, having a better look at Oscar and the way he moved his body to the sides and his head bumped softly up and down listening to a rap song that was low enough only for him to listen. He didn’t want to wake you up.

He was shirtless wearing only grey sweatpants that rested right on top of his hips. You could see his lower back dimples and you could picture how his bones formed a V would look from the front.

“Ma’, I can feel your eyes all up my ass,” Oscar’s accent made your skin tingle. He said that without looking back as he kept cutting something on the counter.

You chuckled, “I mean…” your head tilted admiring his attributes, “It is a good ass.”

The muscles of his back flexed as he chuckled. You were attracted to every inch of this body but you had to admit, his back was one of your favorite spots to kiss. Oscar had become a constant visitor almost every night in the past couple months.

As you continued to watch him cook you reminisced of the times he used to say he wanted to be a professional chef. In High School you guys had so much dreams to fulfill. You also thought about all the encounters you had with him over the past months and how many of them ended up with him cooking something, either that be breakfast or sometimes dinner.

You’ve spent most of your late nights and early mornings with Oscar but all of it hiding from everyone, from Santos, from your family and from the neighborhood. When this first happened you told him you wanted to keep it a secret from everyone. If you told everyone you were dating Oscar, it would bring so many questions and you didn’t want to deal with the answers.

Months ago you were mad at him for throwing his brother out of the house. Until he told you the reasons and why Cuchillos the shot caller made him but that didn’t make it right. You wanted him to come to reason and have his brother back but he wouldn’t have it. His loyalty to Cuchillos and the Santos went above everything and everyone, even his own blood and deep down it scared you. Since that argument talking about gang business was banned from conversations, just because every time either one talked about it, it ended up in a fight.

Instead of focusing on his lifestyle and where his loyalties lied, you focused on him and on how he made you feel. Oscar turned his body around, your eyes roaming his naked chest. As your eyes went down, they spotted your kitchen towel hanging from his pant line, just like a professional chef. You chuckled softly looking at the vibrant pink lemons print on the towel.

He glanced down, seeing what you saw and arched an eyebrow, “Muy chistosa.”

“I haven’t said a word…” you sat, his eyes going down to your chest. Following his glance you remembered you were completely naked from the night prior. “Cochino.”

Oscar shrugged proudly, sitting down next to you on the edge of the bed. “Try this,” he had a cracker and some type of food on top of it on his hand and he fed it to you. Without asking you opened and ate it. He watched you close your eyes at the deliciousness of his cooking. “¿Rico?”

Instantly you nodded in complete agreement, “Tuna?”

“Yep,” he sucked his thumb, “plus some spices and shallots”

“It’s good,” you licked your lip, leaning forward. “Gourmet.”

Gently he caressed your chin, leaning in and kissing your lips. There was intimacy in that morning kiss. “Buenos días, preciosa.” His soft morning kiss made you smile.

“Morning,” you placed another quick kiss on his lips before standing up.

He grabbed the cigarette from his earlobe and placed it on his mouth. You smirked grabbing the lighter from your nightstand and flicking it. The flame busted and you lit his cigarette. You watched him inhale from the cigarette as he locked eyes with yours. Oscar let out the cloud of smoke, you took a deep breath in.

“¿Quieres?” He arched his eyebrow taking another drag in.

You waited for him to finish the drag and just when he was going to exhale the smoke, leaning forward inhaling it in. “I gotta hit the shower,” you stood up from the bed.

His eyes were piercing on your ass, teasingly you slapped your gluts walking down. “Are you going to sit there all sonso (dumb) or join me?” you turned to look at him all seductive, “Biatch.”

Oscar flashed a devilish smirk standing up and pulling the bright towel off his sweatpants and getting rid of his clothes as he followed your steps into the shower. He watched you through the shower glass, hot water running through your body. Turning around your eyes met with his lust filled eyes. Smirking, you ran your fingers through your wet hair, watching him get inside. He took a last long drag before throwing the rest of his cigarette in the hand wash.

You chuckled, “You better pick that shit up after we are done.”

The shower was small making your body be close to his. Your body temperature began to get warmer the longer he admired your nakedness. His hand touched your waist, gripping tightly, “You know I love it when you’re so fucking bossy?” Oscar’s voice was deep and seductive.

Wrapping your hands around his neck, you pushed him into a wet and full of passion kiss. He returned the kiss with the same intensity. You took a pause and watched him breathe heavily, “I know.”

/ / /

Walking out of the bathroom with a robe on, you rolled your wet hair into a towel and placed it on top of your head. You reached the kitchen counter and ate another of the gourmet crackers with tuna that Oscar had made.

He walked out with a towel wrapped low around his hips. “Gotchu,” Oscar whispered, hugging you from the back, pressing his body onto you and your body pressed against the counter. You grabbed one of the crackers and fed it to him. “Fuck, I’m good.” He praised himself.

“Show off,” you turned.

Oscar chuckled for a bit as he chewed to his creation. He seemed so happy. There were so many thoughts in the back of your mind as you gazed at him. There was so much history between you and Oscar. So much had happened in the last six years of being apart.

“You good, ma’?” he took a step back but your bodies were still close to each other.

“Mhm,” you nodded brushing the thoughts away.

You were standing between his both strong arms. He clenched his jaw with a small smirk on his lip, “So… Tonight. Got any plans?”

“Aside from doing more of this,” you kissed his lips, “when I come back from the school dance. Nope, nada, mi amor.”

He smirked, leaning for another kiss. “School dance? The Annual Valentine's dance?”

Nodding you grabbed another cracker, “Yep. “ You mumbled as you chewed, “Coach Ronald is making me be his co-chaperone.”

“Wanna ditch it and go to the beach?” He asked.

Your head dropped backwards, “I wish but I am the newbie so I gotta do it. If not those viejitas won’t let me be.”

Oscar clenched his jaw, “Are they giving you a hard time?”

“Not really,” you told him, “they’re just old and bitter.”

He nodded softly, “How about tomorrow? Any plans mama?”

You squinted looking at his face and trying to figure out what he was thinking. “Are you trying to get me on a Valentine’s date?”

Licking his lower lip, he shrugged, “Guilty. Just trying to spend some quality time with my girl. That’s all.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle, wrapping both arms around his neck and kissing his lips. “We can do something tomorrow. Meet and get out of Freeridge for a couple hours.”

“I’ll pick you up here,” he said.

“You know that can’t happen,” you told him, “too many eyes.”

Oscar sighed harshly glancing to the side, “I’m tired of hiding, Y/N.”

His words pierced into you like sharp knives. “I-,” you sighed, looking into his eyes, “we’ve already talked about this, Oscar. My family and your family can’t know we are together and neither is the neighborhood.”

“Are you ashamed of me?” He spat, his eyes starting to get clouded with anger.

“What?” you looked him in the eye, not believing he’s asking you that.

He backed away and stood tall in front of you with both arms crossed onto his chest. “Dime, are you ashamed of me and who I am?”

You took a step forward trying to reach his arm but he backed away. “Oscar I am not ashamed of you. How can you even say that?”

“How can’t I? It’s been months, Y/N and we are still with this hiding shit. I’m tired of it. I want to be with you inside these walls and outside of them. I want you to be with my family, hell - I even want to be with your family but you won’t let me. You don’t let me in.”

“I don’t let you in?” you cocked an eyebrow.

Oscar shook his head, taking a couple steps in forward. “No estoy aquí,” he gently touched your head. “And I don’t know if I’m actually here,” he then touched your heart, “at least not like it was before.”

Oscar’s words left you speechless as he got dressed and walked away. Oscar was hurt, you could see it in the way his eyebrows were furrowed and his body was so tense. You could hear it in his voice.

/ / /

Millions of mixed up feelings also traveled around your mind as well as Oscar words. You cared about him so much and daily he was the only person you could think about but it wasn’t that simple. His life, his gang, everything could change in one snap and you didn’t know if you could deal with all of that. You felt safe with him but you weren’t sure about everything else that came with his life.

“Sis?” Jasmine pulled you away from your thoughts. You were in the school gym watching all the teenagers dancing and having a great time.

“Yeah?” you took a sip of the punch, wishing it was spiked.

Jasmine squinted, noticing there was something wrong with you. “Everything okay?”

“Si,” you took another mouthful, still scanning through the crowd carelessly, “just trying to make sure no one sticks it in tonight.”

“Bullshit,” she spat standing in front of you, “there’s something wrong.”

You glared at her and said with sass, “Jasmine - I am okay, go back to your friends.”

“Is it about Oscar? Are you guys fighting?”

When she mentioned him you stood straight and took a deep breath in. Her eyes were showing you how much she cared and that she wanted to help. “Why should I be fighting with Oscar? Haven’t seen the man in weeks.”

“Now that’s some bullshit,” Jasmine said with cockiness, “I know you guys are boning.”

You cocked an eyebrow trying to fake she was in the wrong. “I’m not with Oscar.”

Jasmine raised her phone showing a picture of you two kissing on your bed. “Like I said, bullshit.” Quickly you tried to grab the phone but she was fast and pulled it backwards. “Let’s try this again, what’s wrong?”

Sighing, you shook your head, “We got into a fight this morning.”

“About?”

“He says I’m not letting him in…” you looked around.

Jasmine shrugged, “I mean - he ain’t wrong.”

You glared at her, “Jasmine you don’t know shit about my situation with Oscar.”

“It's true, I don’t know shit because you won’t tell me shit but what I know is that you two dated in high school. Then you left and broke his poor cholo heart.”

You sucked your teeth glancing away for a second before regaining your focus on Jas.

“You got him sneaking in like a freaking teenager! Always leaving his car at his house and sneaking through the back. It’s been months,” Jasmine told you.

“And here I thought I was fooling you.”

Jasmine smiled proudly, “No. You know who you need to stop trying to fool?”

“Who?” you looked at her eyes.

She caressed your chin, “Yourself. Tell him how you really feel and fuck everyone else.”

“What about his affiliations?” you asked.

“I don’t know much about relationships or Spooky but I know this, he would never put you in danger. He scares the hell out of everyone but that guy? He is a ride or die and he loves you, mana.”

“You’ve been peeping through my window a lot haven’t you?”

She shrugged smiling like the mischief she is, “Got a couple videos if you want them.”

“Walk away,” you pointed to the crowd and she quickly ran to her friends.

As much as you wanted to be in the right about the whole situation your teenage sister was right. Oscar would never put you in danger and he would always protect you. Grabbing your cell phone out of your purse, you found his name in your contact list.

Taking a deep breath you wrote “Perdón por todo lo que dije hoy. Can we please talk?” You contemplated the words on the screen for a moment and felt how your heartbeat rose. Oscar was a man with a strong character and high pride, you honestly did not know if he’d reply or just ignore the text. You wished to God for him to reply, you wanted to see him and tell him how you really felt.

PART FOUR

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asherranceoftheheart · 5 years ago

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First Meetings

Pairing/s: None, Platonic, General Character/s: Chase Brody, Antisepticeye, Mentions of other Septic Egos Genre: Fluff, Angst, Hurt/Comfort Fandom: Jacksepticeye Warning/s: Mildly Implied Attempt of Suicide, Bullet wound, Soft!Anti Note/s: Sort of inspired by @beerecordings scenario where Chase and Anti ‘first’ meets each other. (AO3 Edition of the Fic)

The circumstance in which he and Chase first met each other after Chase came home from the hospital for the very first time after the day of his ‘birth’ truly shifted the dynamics of their relationship if Anti had to say anything about it. Anti was pretty sure that if they met in any other way, he would have treated Chase in the same way he treated the others.

Anti could still remember that moment playing out in his mind like some crystal clear film. The sound of Jack falling down with a muffled thump on the floor as a massive amount of energy was drained out of him in a matter of seconds as a result of Chase Brody’s creation, the scream for help from Marvin when the newest addition to the house appeared with a bleeding bullet wound on his head, Schneep’s controlled barked orders echoing through the house as he calmed everybody down, and Jackie’s rushed footsteps as he set about on assisting everyone into taking control of the situation… Anti had merely watched the entire situation on with an intrigued gleam in his eyes as the air of panic and adrenaline descended upon his housemates as they raced against time to save the newcomer.

It took Chase nearly an entire month of recovery before he was allowed to be discharged from the hospital under the careful eyes of Henrik. The others warned Anti to be on his best behavior and to avoid Chase if he doesn’t have anything good to say. They don’t want him to hamper his progress, they said. Anti scoffed at the way they seemed to treat the newbie like fragile glass that will shatter with the slightest harsh tone. Jack was the only one who didn’t treat him like a villain. Instead, he patted the demon on the shoulder with a silent knowing gleam in his eyes and murmured a quiet ‘be kind to him, please?’ before he went off to visit Chase again.

Anti huffed and rolled his eyes at Jack back then. Kind? Jack must have forgotten that Kindness never existed in his dictionary.

But as the day Chase was about to go home approached, the other guys became even more overbearing until he couldn’t take it anymore. He resolved to avoid the new guy like he was carrying the black plague with him when he came home. Anti would prefer not to gain a chronic headache that the nagging bastards would heap upon him as they fussed over the new baby of the house.

With that decision in mind, he skedaddled over to the Iplier’s Mansion to pester Dark and help Wilford and the other Iplier egos in their shenanigans to worsen Dark’s chronic migraine from herding his gang of bastards. He spent around an entire week playing with them before he got bored of pestering Dark and darted back into the Septic HQ before the goth-reject asshole took his head off.

It had been three in the morning when he sneaked back into the mansion and the moment he stepped inside the house, his nose twitched at the aromatic scent of warm freshly-baked cookies wafting from the kitchen.

‘Cookies…’ Anti hungrily thought as his eyes gleamed with greed.

Unknown to most of the egos, Anti has a very severe sweet tooth that caused him to engorge himself on whatever sweet thing he could get his hands on in the household or anywhere else. Jack was the only one who knew it (because the asshole knew him inside out just as well as Anti knew him even better than he does) and often bribed him for his good behavior with promises of sweets that he’d possessively hoard in his bedroom which was completely off-limits to everybody else.

He peered into the kitchen through the doorway and blinked at the sight of the newbie’s back. Anti raised an eyebrow, briefly wondering why the man’s awake at this godforsaken house before he shrugged to himself. It wasn’t that rare to find someone else awake at this time of the day since most of them would be up to something related to their own interests.

His eyes were drawn to the cooling plate of cookies on the counter and he practically drooled at the sight of the big chocolate chip cookies. He glanced back at the man whose shoulders were slumped as if he was carrying the weight of the entire universe by himself before snuffling forwards soundlessly to grab a bunch of cookies from the plate.

“You have to wait ten more minutes before you can eat them,” Anti did not jump when the silent man in the room suddenly addressed him without looking at him. “They’ll taste better with some milk.”

Finally, the man turned around and Anti couldn’t help but stare at the deep black bags under the man’s red-rimmed clear baby blue eyes, and the stained bandage wrapped around his head.

He refused to think about how similar it looked to the bandages that were wrapped around his own neck.

The newbie gave him a smile that looked more like a grimace when he saw him.

“Hello Anti, my name is Chase Brody. I’ve been hearing a lot of things about you since I woke up and I’m glad to finally meet the notorious man who’s been striking terror and frustration in everyone’s hearts,” Chase was tired and sad and looked like he was about to fall asleep any second now…

But the curiosity and glimmer of eagerness to meet him was so painfully sincere.

“Your head wound hasn’t closed yet.” Anti bluntly said, immediately hiding the awkwardness he felt when he realized that Chase truly wanted to meet him.

Literally what the fuck, Chase Brody.

Chase’s fragile smile wavered and his eyes dulled slightly at his blunt observation before he visibly pulled himself back together.

“Marv and Hen’s trying to find a solution to it,” Chase casually said before he looked down at the plate of cookies and tapped some of them to check their temperature. “Still a bit too hot…”

“They won’t find it,” Anti narrowed his eyes as he seemed to look beyond Chase and into the distance. “It’s not something a simple spell or some medicine could cure.”

Chase gave Anti’s bandaged neck a meaningful, understanding look before he pushed the plate towards the demon in a wordless peace offering.

“I still have a lot more baking,” Chase answered the wordless question Anti gestured towards him with a tilt of his head.

“You’re not gonna sleep?” Anti asked as he grabbed a cookie and shoved it into his mouth. He moaned in delight as the flavors started exploding like fireworks in his mouth while the choco chips melted into a heavenly chocolate goo on his tongue. “The fuck kind of drugs did you put in these?”

Chase snorted and breathed out a laugh at the mystified, delighted look on Anti’s face as he chewed on his cookie slowly, cherishing every bite on its own.

“No magic. Just some heapings of love and care,” Chase cheesily grinned at the look of utter disgust that shifted into Anti’s face from his words. “And no, I can’t sleep right now so instead of mulling over my misery for hours I went here to stress bake.”

A calculative gleam entered Anti’s eyes as he thought of the implications of more heavenly baked goods coming from Chase that seemed like they could satiate his sweet tooth. He glitched one of the kitchen chairs behind him and he hopped on to it.

“Well, Chasey,” Anti sighed with a feigned mournful droop to his body that yielded a look full of amusement from the other man, “As someone who doesn’t need sleep, I suppose I could grace you with my presence as long as you pay me with food.”

The younger man laughed and turned around to bend over and take out some of the trays full of cookies from the oven after he heard it ring when the timer ran out.

“Or you could just ask me nicely if I’d make you whatever you like as long as you play nice with me,” Chase placed the tray on the table and smacked Anti’s hand with his own when he saw the demon’s greedy hands attempt to steal a cookie from the tray. “I’ve already given you your stash you complete child.”

It was odd. Anti should feel infuriated and defiant that Chase was scolding him like a child with sticky fingers but one look at those teasing eyes eased the fire in his chest and he settled down on his seat with a childish pout on his lips.

“Jack told you about my sweets addiction didn’t he?” Anti narrowed his eyes as he made a mental note to toss the bastard off the window tomorrow or well… later.

“There’s nothing wrong with liking sweets as long as it’s in moderation,” Chase chuckled. “Although I did hear from Jack that you have a monstrous appetite…”

The kitchen room was filled with light banter and teasing between the two. Anti watched as the weary set on Chase’s shoulders seemed to ease up the longer they talked to each other and the longer he was kept from drowning himself in his own thoughts. Chase could see the demon relax his guard slightly as he treated him without any judgement or nagging about his own harsher than normal personality.

It was nice, Chase thought to himself, to have someone who doesn’t seem to act like he’s going to break any second now.

It was… peaceful, Anti grudgingly admitted to himself, and he actually liked the light camaraderie between the two of them.

A few hours later, time finds Henrik staring with a flabbergasted look at the unlikely duo napping together on the couch in the living room with an empty plate full of cookie crumbs on the table in front of them. Chase was curled up into a ball on his side, head lightly pressed against Anti’s thighs, while Anti was sleeping while sitting on the couch, legs propped up on the table, a drooling mouth gaping open in his sleep, and his arms sprawled on his sides with one hand buried into the floof of Chase’s hair.

Jack, after getting over his shock at the sight of Chase actually sleeping and Anti showing one of his vulnerable sides in public, took a picture of the sleeping duo on his phone for memories and dragged a still shocked Henrik away to let them sleep more with a brilliant smile on his lips.

#writersofjack #jacksepticeye #chase brody #antisepticeye #soft anti #soft!anti #bullet wound #tw implied attempt of suicide

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kuriquinn · 5 years ago

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For the Future of Fandom

I decided to make a whole other post for this, just to drive the point across.

As creators, the most important motivation for us to create art is an inborn desire to do so. We will create things whether or not we share them with the wider audience because that’s what we do. We were born with this drive to convey our emotions with whatever means possible, be it writing or pictures or sculpture or whatever. Our art is for us.

But more often than not, we want to share it with others. Be it family or friends or an entire world of the audience out there in cyberspace or at conventions and such. And we do that because we want to know what people think of our work.

We’re not putting it up to be ripped to shreds, or copied by other people, or as an ego-boost for ourselves (trust me, there are easier ways to get those than the uncertainty of posting our creations for the masses to consume). It’s a, “Hey, I did this thing, I think it’s cool/that you’d enjoy it, what do you think?” kind of move.

Which makes getting feedback on our work probably the second most important part of being a content creator. It’s the motivator, the thing that makes us go, “Wow, people really liked what I did last time, maybe they’ll like *this* too”.” and keep creating.

The less feedback we get, the less we get the message that people want to see more of our work. And that makes a lot of creators decide to forgo the uncertainty of posting things/sharing their work online, and instead keep it to themselves or a select few chosen souls who they know they can get honest and consistent reactions from.

Feedback is SO important to us.

But I also understand that some content consumers have trouble with leaving feedback. Some are too shy to leave more than kudos and likes (and ao3 is awesome for having the kudos feature!), either not knowing what to say or worried they’ll say the wrong thing or worried they can’t express themselves properly in a foreign language or just being hugely intimidated interacting with the author(s) of their favorite stories.

There’s also a generational thing.

When I first entered the world of fandom (like 20 years ago, omg I’m old!), it was practically second nature to leave a comment on every chapter/every story/every piece of artwork you liked. It’s just what we did. It was understood to be part of the fandom process.

That being said, every comment was not positive, and there was a LOT of unnecessary flaming, abusive, insults disguised as “constructive” criticism. And those kinds of reviews put some content creators on such a defensive that when someone came along with the genuine wish to leave feedback, even if it was well-intentioned “you did this aspect so well, but I’m not sure I liked this, but I’m still going to keep reading because the other thing you did was awesome” kind of criticism, those creators got defensive and snappish. They responded with annoyed review replies or passive-aggressive rants in the next chapter of their stories.

And the only thing that accomplished was making content consumers very wary about leaving any type of feedback. Which made feedback itself dwindle, and new consumers coming into the fandom didn’t get to see the absolute waves of reviews and comments and feedback that used to be left on fanworks.

So now, 20 years later, the older generation of creators is trying to figure out whatever happened to all the comments, while the younger generation coming into it doesn’t understand that feedback used to be the actual norm. The onus for this disconnect doesn’t fall only on content consumers or only on content creators, it’s something that has evolved badly.

But that doesn’t mean this is how it has to be forever.

So many people in fandom are newbies who don’t really understand the etiquette of consuming fan works. Especially in the younger generation where so much in their world is accessible for free and with no need to pay it forward. How can we expect a certain reaction/behavior if we’re not willing to teach and encourage it? Sitting back and complaining that “it’s not like the good old days” won’t do anything. We have to actually engage and be active in changing the discourse on feedback culture. Come up with solutions instead of just bitching out the silent lurkers (which discourages then from even trying in the first place).

To that end, I’ve recently been experimenting with something I saw online somewhere, where the author provides a kind of rubric to help the reader out. (And this really appealed to me as a teacher, because I’ve used a similar type of thing in my class for reading responses and student evaluations of lessons and there’s always been a good response!)

The short version is, creators fill it with whatever reactions they hope for and leave it beside their newly posted chapter/picture/photo/poem/etc. as a guide.

Ex.:

I want to know what you think of my story! Leave kudos, a comment or as many of these emojis as you want and let me know how you feel!

❤️️ = I love this story!

😳 = this was hot!

💐 = thank you for sharing this

🍵 = tea spilled

🍬 = so sweet and fluffy!

🚔 = you’re under arrest! the writing’s too good!

😲 = I NEED THE NEXT CHAPTER

😢 = you got me right in the feels

(Feel free to substitute whatever reaction/emojis you want)

And it’s been working!

I started writing recently in a new fandom and wasn’t getting any feedback on a bunch of stories I was putting my everything into. And then I stumbled upon this trick and suddenly I’m getting loads of feedback in emoji form.

And as readers have become more familiar with my work across the chapters? They’ve actually started leaving personally written feedback too!

I’ve had half a dozen readers even comment how much they like the idea because it takes the pressure off them thinking up what to say and can now leave feedback with the same ease as leaving a kudo/like. And as the creator, it’s kind of run to look at your emoji legend and see what your readers are saying in emoji shorthand.

This is just one way to do it.

I’m sure there are tons of other ways you guys have figured out how to improve the exchange of feedback between consumers and creators, without pretty much ransoming your work behind paywalls or “I-Will-Not-Continue-Until-I-Receive-X-Amount-of-Comments” disclaimers.

And I’d love to hear them and repost them to share with anyone else!

The point is, generally, content consumers just need a starting point, dipping a toe in the water to get used to leaving feedback. As creators, it’s not wrong to want to have feedback from our audiences and this way we can gently encourage them to do so across the board.

I highly recommend trying this out. On your next few short chapters or pieces of fanart or whatever, leave an emoji legend with whatever comments you are hoping for (or just copy the ones above) and see if there’s a difference in the feedback you get. This worked really well for me and I’m confident it can work for you too!

Remember, content creation and consumption is not a quid pro quo thing. The minute it becomes that, you lose the fun of it. But by the same token, feedback is the only payment a lot of content creators receive for our hard work.

Obviously, we’ll continue to create whether audiences interact with our work or not.

But we might stop sharing our creations, or stick them behind a paywall.

Enough of the world has been monetized already. If we intend to keep fandom creations accessible to our communities and new generations coming in, we have to look at a way of maintaining it in a cooperative way. And creators shaming consumers for not providing feedback is as bad as consumers shaming creators for not creating on demand.

It’s a new decade. Let’s be better about this.

#fandom culture #creators and consumers #fandom is not passive #fandom is interactive #let's be kind #let's work together #new decade #fandom

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remedyhunger · 5 years ago

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Capture the flag...Greek style 2.0

Jaune panted as he raced across the forest. One minute he was at the Grand Canyon, the next he discovered he was immune to fire, and now he was playing a crazy version of capture the flag.

Gods he only just got to this camp and his cabin. Luckily Ruby who he met earlier, gave him a crash course of how this game goes.

She explained to him that the cabins are split into teams. The teams today were, Hephaestus, Demeter, Hades, Ares, Zeus and Aphrodite vs Athena, Dionysus, Apollo, Hermes, Poseidon, Nike, Aeolas and Hecate.

Thankfully he was on the same team as Nora and Ren, so at least his friends were his allies. Unfortunately he heard rumors about the leader of the blue team, Yang.

Now he only met her at the Grand Canyon when she was, threatening Nora while ranting about someone named Blake that he later learned was Yang’s girlfriend who had gone missing.

His half-sister Ruby only told him that much, but warned him that Yang despite her cheerful nature was incredibly upset about Blake, and when she’s mad she tends to play capture the flag brutally.

Jaune barely missed the arrow that was aimed at him. He looked up to see a sandy blonde haired fifteen year old crouching down on a tree branch. His bright blue eyes were narrowed and serious as he reapplied another arrow to his bow.

Jaune covered his face with the sword Ruby forged for him back in their cabin, only for a jagged spear to swish right past him and toward the younger boy.

“Dammit!” He heard the boy shout.

“Sun Wukong, you really should of payed attention to stealth class, I warned you about hiding amongst the trees.” A feminine voice came from the bushes.

Jaune looked up to see the boy named Sun apparently pinned to the tree trunk sideways by his shorts. He had his arms crossed and a scowl on his face.

“You’re lucky newbie that Pyrrha was on your team, the other child of Zeus must of informed her about my whereabouts.”

Jaune who was confused by that statement watched as the young woman Pyrrha finally emerged from the bushes with her hips swaying. He realized he was staring so he averted his eyes to look up at Sun. Who at that angle with his gold staff sticking out from upon his back resembled a monkey.

“Sorry about him, he’s not always this rude.” Her voice rang with a slight giggle.

Jaune who turned to face her tilted his head and was taken aback by her beauty. She was tall, really tall, almost his height.

She had long lush red hair high up in a ponytail with an undercut. Piercings on both sides of her ears with a second on her left cartilage. She was wearing the same bronze armor chest plate he had with her camp shirt underneath. Her pants were ripped and black with red boots.

He blushed once his eyes met hers. Bright green with a tinge of blue in the middle, the blue reminding him of the stormy sky.

“Hey! Tree-trunk, Wonder Woman! Are ya gonna bring me to the stupid jail or what?” Sun’s irritated voice slashed through the silence.

Pyrrha looked up and narrowed her eyes. She walked past Jaune to climb up the large tree to retrieve her prisoner, but once she secured Sun over her shoulder she looked down and started to shake slightly.

Jaune got worried at her expression. He wanted to help her, but didn’t know how. Thankfully Sun’s body started to glow and Pyrrha started to relax. She then made her way back down to Jaune and smiled at him.

“We better get him to jail! Who knows what Yang has instore for u—-“

Just as Pyrrha was finishing her sentence Jaune noticed Sun blinking twice at his direction. He turned his head immediately only to see blonde hair behind the tree he was in front of.

Oh no that’s...mores code. He just...

Jaune heard a swish from behind and suddenly the ground moved, with a wired net springing up underneath. Pyrrha just watched in awe as Jaune was suspended into the air. The wire net puntcuing his skin slightly and capturing him for the opposing team.

“What the—“ Jaune tried to activate his fire power but the wire was made of metal and it was ice cold.

Yang stepped out from behind the tree, she had a brown cowboy hat with a violet sash on it hanging around her neck. She rolled her eyes at his attempt to burn the net down.

“It’s not gonna work Pyro Legolas.” She insisted before letting her unusual stormy grey eyes move to Pyrrha. “As for you, you’re not going anywhere.”

“Ah Ruby informed me you’re going to be brutal today. Still haven’t found Blake?” Pyrrha said with a sincere voice before her eyes widen at her slip up.

“I’m sorry, that I shouldn’t hav—“

Yang cut Pyrrha off with a growl and a flick to her mechanical arm.

“Enough, now come at me!”

Jaune gasped at the bronze knife that slid out of the wrist compartment of Yang’s mechanical arm. It was amazing, his ADHD going into hyper-focus as he tried to understand the mechanics of the creation. It had to be forged by his dad, by Hephaestus himself.

Pyrrha took a step back and placed Sun against a tree, tying his body against it with the rope she had on her. She then looked up suddenly and whistled. Jaune watched Yang sigh when another demigod suddenly landed right between her and Pyrrha. Relief hit him as he smiled at Nora who was armed and holding her warhammer tightly in front of her.

“What’s going on sis! Who’s legs do I have to break.”

“N-No ones! Nora I only wanted you to retrieve Sun. He’s now one of red team’s prisoners. You remember where the jail is...right.”

Nora frowned and sheath her hammer on her back. She looked up and then rolled her eyes at Jaune.

“Your first day and you got captured already?!”

Jaune groaned and leaned back on the wired net. “It’s not my fault, Yang is really good at stealth.”

He watched Pyrrha laugh loudly with Yang groaning in the background.

“Yang? Good at stealth?! That girl is a walking traffic light. The only reason she can sneak around is because of her magic cowboy hat. Even her mother thought stealth was her weakest ability.”

“Pyrrha shut up, and fight me!” Yang repeated, her patience running thin. She was angry.

Jaune frowned as he once again noticed Yang’s eyes being purely grey. He remembered seeing them have a purplish hue when he first met her.

“Cool it birdy, remember the rules.” Sun said against the tree he got tied to. “Yang I know you’re upset, but remember this is a damn game.”

Jaune felt bad for the daughter of Athena. She must really miss Blake. He could see it in her eyes as they shift slightly back to having that purple hue. She lowered her arm down and Pyrrha was now walking forward.

Yang let out a sob before she fell to her knees. Pyrrha caught her halfway and they both wrapped their arms around each other. Yang sobbing uncontrollably against Pyrrha’s chest.

“I don’t understand why it hurts, it hurts so much that she isn’t here with me...” Yang cried.

Jaune felt his own tears welding up, he may not have a lover, but he did lose someone dear to him. He knew the pain and emtpyiness Yang felt.

Nora flew up to him and freed him from Yang’s trap, she looked upset. Her eyes conflicted and filled with confusion. She pulled Jaune close to her side and brought him down to the solid ground, all in complete silence.

Jaune knew Nora had amnesia. She admitted it to both him and Ren. She was struggling with her identity and being one of the sources that had cause Yang this pain. Afterall she was the one Yang found at the Grand Caynon.

“I’m calling a surrender...” Sun said seriously after he mysteriously was freed from his binds. “Yang can’t lead us to victory with her mind jumbled up. Damn when I get my hands on that Tuna-brain for making her such a mess...”

Pyrrha shot him a glare and picked up the exahusted blonde who Jaune noticed was now asleep. “You know if she was awake she’d kill you for calling Blake that.”

“Don’t care, the damn Catfish not being here is hurting her, she’s my sibling Pyrrha.”

“I know that Sun, but being angry at Blake is not going to help.”

Jaune watched the two demigods glare at one another before Sun finally backed off. He turned around sharply and walked off into the shadows, a concern girl with faded black hair in a side ponytail and a scar on her right eye that glowed ice blue watched him closely.

Jaune pieced it together and realized she was the one who untied Sun from the tree. He noticed she had a red bandanna around her neck as opposed to the blue one around Sun’s. She was incredibly short and was wearing the same bronze chest plate everyone else had with her helmet now being held.

“Is he going to be ok.” Jaune asked with uncertainty before moving his eyes to Pyrrha’s back.

Pyrrha nodded as she turned to him, her eyes now softening. “Weiss will take care of him, they’re best friends, now help me get Yang back to Poseidon cabin.”

Jaune pointed to himself. “Me, why me?! And why Poseidon cabin?”

Pyrrha sighed softly and rolled her eyes. “Because that cabin is comforting to her Jaune, and I would like the company.”

Jaune looked at Nora who shrugged back with no help. He sighed loudly and walked toward the older daughter of Zeus.

“Fine, but only if we get Ruby first.”

Pyrrha smirked at him, and his heart skipped a beat.

“Deal!”

#yang xiao long #bumbleby #blake belladonna #jaune arc #pyrrha nikos #nora valkyrie #arkos #sun wukong #percy jackson au

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artnerd1123 · 5 years ago

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A Familiar World

Spring Sirensong ——————————————

Outings in the seaside town were cold for Seraph’s first months of life. One can imagine her joy when it starts warming up. Of course, warmth isn’t the only thing awaiting her today...

The masterpost for AFW can be found here. The chapter post for AFW can be found here.

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I wrote this entirely in one day! Wild. I think this is the most productive I’ve been on a chapter since... ever slkjfd Anywho! It’s some fluff with ser, in which she makes some very important friends. Hope y’all enjoy ;3c

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The past handful of months had been... interesting. For one thing, the shop was still in its beta stages. Turns out running a shop is hard for newbies. Evangel struggled to get stock to sell, much less show off her repair abilities. It wasn’t odd that her familiar stepped up. Seraph might not have had much experience in anything, but she was gonna do her darndest to help. While Evangel fretted with displays, Seraph got people to come in and look around. As the tailor worried over fulfilling orders, Seraph got customers to make them. Even while Evangel figured out an organization system for her creations and the shop, Seraph made sure their living space was put together. The kitchen was gonna look nice whether Evangel could cook or not! All in all, Seraph thought they were a good team. A great team! All they really needed was… more progress. More customers. More solid business plans, and less making things up as they went. Evangel was the one handling money. Seraph couldn’t help with the budget yet. She’d get there some day! She was working really hard to make it happen! But there was only so much she could do. After all, she was only five months old. Young even for a familiar. Made sense that she’d take breaks to play around.

Today, a break came in the form of a walk. Seraph was ecstatic to be heading out. Usually, she had to get all bundled up to go outdoors!!! But it was getting warmer. That meant she could slip outside in just a cute little sundress. Evangel might not be happy with warmer weather, but Seraph was loving it. She hummed happily as she skipped along, wings fluttering excitedly behind her. “Thanks for takin me with you, mama!” she chirped. Her eyes shone in the new spring light. Her first spring!!! She’d never seen so much green before. She couldn’t get enough of it. “It’s so pretty out today!!!” “O-oh… its alright, I guess…” Evangel sighed. “Hopefully there’ll be something good for spring designs…” The sorceress had a clipboard clutched tightly in her hand. One of her special design work ones, if Seraph was remembering right. She was already eager to see the final products. “Maybe there’ll be flowers!!!” Seraph gasped excitedly. She hadn’t seen those growing since October! “Flowers come with spring, right??? You could draw some of those!!! And use them for dresses!!!” “Mmm… maybe…” Evangel fidgeted with her hood, eyes on the sidewalk. “But will floral patterns even be in this year…?” Seraph paused. Seeing mama sad made her sad. Being sad wasn’t fun! She didn’t want any sad on this nice day!!! Time to work some of her newfound magic. She stopped her skipping to reach for Evangel’s hand. She gave her a smile, patting her hand gently. “They will if you like em!” the hybrid said simply. “I know they will, mama! You’re the best at everything when it comes to clothes!!!” “Oh… thats so sweet, ser,” Evangel smiled, waving a hand. “Thank you…” Seraph just beamed back. Yes! There was that smile. It made her happy. It meant she was doing a good job. “You’re welcome!!!” she giggled. “I can’t wait to see what you make!!!” “Well, I’ve got to sketch first!” Evangel chuckled softly. The two continued on in contented silence. Past the shops, past the apartments, past the taverns and restaurants… all the way to the edge of town. Near the end of the main road, Evangel stopped. Seraph stopped too, looking up curiously. “What’s wrong, mama?” she asked. Evangel glanced at her. Sighing, she held out a hand. “We’re going up to the sea cliffs, sweetie,” Evangel reminded her. “They can be very dangerous. Take my hand, alright? That means you stay with me until I say we can stop.” “Oh!!! Right!!!” Seraph nodded eagerly. Her little hoof fit snugly into Evangel’s hand. Hopping from foot to foot, her feathery tail wagged in time with her wings’ excited flapping. “I’m gonna be right here, mama! Don’t worry!” “That’s my little doll,” Evangel smiled. Together, they started off towards the cliffs. Originator and familiar, off to enjoy the view. What more could anyone want?

The sound of laughter and singing joined the crash of waves. Evangel was off in a patch of budding wildflowers, sketching to her heart’s content. She’d told Seraph to go play. As long as she could see her mama, Seraph knew she could go where she wanted. So! She was having fun! Singing nursery rhymes at the top of her lungs was amazing. They echoed all around!!! Tumbling down the incline was just as fun. Her sundress could wash- she wanted to feel the grass and dirt on her skin! The little hybrid giggled to herself as she flopped backwards. Her wings spread wide on the ground, she hummed happily in the sun. I wonder what other stuff I’ll see in spring, she wondered eagerly. Would she see more animals? More cool monsters? More neighbors? Or- or maybe she could start a garden! Evangel needed flowers to observe, right? And they were so pretty! I should bring some back for her!!! As she scrambled to her feet, though, something caught her attention. A sound. A low, melodic crooning. Like the breeze, or the sound a pan flute makes. But… different. It had this echo to it, swirling the sound into something she’d never heard before. As if the ocean itself were weaving through the air. It froze the little familiar in place. “Wh… what’s…? What’s that…?” she whispered. As she listened, it rose and fell in pitch. She could hear some sort of voice in there. Was this... singing? Her eyes widened in realization. It was singing. Absolutely beautiful singing. She knew immediately that she had to meet the person responsible. She had to. “Is… is someone there?” She called. Nobody answered. The song, however, kept going. Her ears flicked forwards as she looked for the source. It had to be close! How could she hear it so well otherwise? Sure enough, she determined it was coming from the cliffs behind her. So close!!! Her face lit up with joy, and she took a step towards them- -only to stop a moment later. … didn’t mama say the cliffs were dangerous….? Her mind twittered nervously. Seraph glanced over her shoulder. Evangel was still sitting in the patch of wildflowers. Sketching quietly. Back facing her familiar. She didn’t seem to hear the voice at all. Seraph took a peek at the cliff top again. It wasn’t too far away. She could get up there in minutes. And Evangel could still see her from there, right? So, technically… this wouldn’t break any rules. It would be fine to go up there, she thought, turning back to the cliffs. Just this once… Slowly, steadily, Seraph made her way to the cliff top. The song got louder as she approached. Sound and desire drew her forward. The grass went all the way up to the edge. It was a little weird to see it end so abruptly. She stopped before the very edge, of course. No need to stand somewhere so risky. Especially when she didn’t know how to fly. She settled on her hands and knees, figuring she could take a peek this way. The haunting melody caressed her ears as she leaned forward. Just one peek at the singer… that’s all she wanted… just… one… peek… Seraph gasped loudly. Eyes sparkling, she stared down at the waves below. Something was sitting on the rocks. Or rather, someone. Someone with beautifully shiny fins, and glistening scales. Someone in soft, pretty shades of green and blue. Someone with little spots of pink and yellow along her back, and lovely stripes down her tail. Somehow, seraph knew exactly what she was looking at. A siren. And she was singing. Seraph couldn’t move from the spot. A siren! A real, living, breathing siren! Right there! She’d only seen mention of them in books at the library. The mention of their singing had made her feel warm inside. Like finding someone else who dedicated themself to your passion. Yes, they were dangerous. But she still loved them. She loved them a lot. Evangel had only ever taken home books about clothes, but music- and sirens- had been on Seraph’s mind since she learned how to read. She’d read all she could about them while they were at the library. And now… there was a siren. Right in front of her. She was absolutely spellbound. Setting her head on her hands, Seraph made herself comfortable. She was gonna stay there for as long as she could. The siren, meanwhile, seemed to know she had an audience. She’d sat up straighter, sending her song rolling far along the waves. One can imagine seraph’s sheer delight when a few more sirens surfaced. There were two of them now! No, three- four- five! Five sirens! All of them clustered on the rocks below. A blissful hum drifted from the familiar as they all began to sing. Their sound mixed perfectly… her own private symphony… … were they looking at her? Seraph blinked. Hastily sitting up, she hid herself in her wings. Peeking through her feathers, stared back in shock. They were! The sirens were looking up at her! They were too far away for her to make out expressions, but their song had changed. It was less wandering, and more… inviting. Encouraging. Welcoming. …. Are they… singing to me…? Quiet surprise continued as the sirens gathered closer. They were all such pretty colors, but varying ones, too. Like a bouquet of musical flowers. She just watched as they wove a song together. In the midst of their enchanting tune, the first started singing something new. It took Seraph a minute to recognize. When she did, she jumped a bit. Her nursery rhymes! She was singing her nursery rhymes! That meant- that meant they’d heard her singing up here! A siren is singing my songs to me, she thought, awestruck. A siren and her friends… they’re… they’re singing my songs to me… If heaven could come early, Seraph believed she’d found it. She shut her eyes, smiling softly. Just letting the music and joy wash over her. When the sirens’ song turned inviting again, Seraph found herself drawn to sing. She was small. She hadn’t been around for long. She could only manage to carry a simple tune so far. There were sirens singing down there. But, nonetheless… she let her voice join theirs. Just a little familiar, singing songs with sirens. In the moment… there was nowhere she’d rather be.

But, of course, it could only last so long.

“SERAPH, GET DOWN FROM THERE!” a voice shouted. Seraph startled so badly, she nearly rolled off the cliff. Her wings slapped against the dirt as she scrambled to her feet. The sirens below her quit singing, hopping off their rock. The familiar let out a cry of dismay as they disappeared under the water. Her new friends! Oh no! Glancing around fearfully, her eyes fell on the source of the yelling. Evangel was running up towards her. From the look on her face, she wasn’t too happy about where her familiar had gone. Seraph’s ears drooped anxiously as she approached. Oh no- mama’s so mad at me, she thought guiltily. “Seraph!” Evangel called again, once she got close enough. “What were you thinking, coming up here?! I told you it was dangerous!” “I-I- um- I-I’m sorry mama- I’m sorry-” seraph stammered, looking anywhere but her originator. She cowered away as Evangel got closer. But Evangel just scooped her up into a hug. A very tight, very worried hug. “Don’t you do that again,” Evangel murmured. “I thought you’d left me. Or fallen over the side. Don’t do that to me.” “I-I won’t, mama,” seraph sniffled, hugging her back. She buried her face in Evangel’s shoulder. “‘M s-sorry…” “I forgive you, sweetie…” Evangel sighed. Turning away from the cliff, the sorceress started back towards the flower patch. “Why did you go up there, anyways? What made you want to do that?” “I… um… h-heard a pretty song…” seraph mumbled. She pulled back to look at Evangel. Guilt was clear on her face. “I w-wanted to see wh-who was singing…” Evangel’s distressed expression seemed to soften at Seraph’s face. Or at least shifted to one of discomfort. “... oh… you mean the… sirens…?” She asked haltingly. Seraph nodded. “... ah.” Evangel shifted Seraph to her hip as they reached the flowers. Crouching down to grab her clipboard, she continued. “Yes, there are sirens by the cliff. But you need not worry. The cliffs are enchanted to keep their strange songs from bewitching people.” Seraph felt her face grow a bit hot. Strange songs? She fidgeted with her paws timidly. “W-well... i thought they were nice…” she whispered. Evangel hesitated a moment. Yeah, that was clear discomfort on her face. Seraph vaguely recalled she made that face a lot. Especially whenever her familiar wasn’t happy. “... mmm… perhaps…” the sorceress admitted. She tucked her clipboard under her free arm. “... did you… really like them…?” She inquired.. Seraph just nodded again shyly. Evangel was silent for a moment. Considering something. “... you know… there’s no harm in coming down to listen, sometimes,” Evangel ventured uncertainly. “As long as you don’t… you know… move too close to the edge…” Seraph’s eyes widened. Was she hearing this right? “S-so… I can come back?” She asked softly. “Hmm… yes. You can,” Evangel nodded. “Just be careful, alright?” Seraph’s face positively lit up. Beaming, she hugged Evangel again. “Thank you so so so much mama!!!” she bleated. “I swear I’ll be careful!!! Really! Cross my heart and everything!!!” Evangel chuckled awkwardly, giving seraph a pat. “Y-yes, well, I’m glad to hear it, but it’ll be later. We have to go get lunch now.” “That’s ok!!! I’m plenty ready for food!” Seraph chirped. She felt like she was riding on a cloud. As long as she could come back to that beautiful singing sometime, she didn’t care what she had to do. She leaned on Evangel happily, humming shreds of sirensong.

The walk back from the cliffs was filled with quiet music. It may have been the first sirensong of spring, but it was certainly not the last.

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Tube Mastery and Monetization Review- How to earn from YouTube?

hello, and welcome to my Tube Mastery And Monetization Review.

Have you always wanted to make money with YouTube?

Perhaps you’ve run across Matt Par’s YouTube Course “Tube Mastery And Monetization,” and it has piqued your interest?

Awesome!!

It’s great to have you here today.

Within the following Tube Mastery And Monetization Review, I’ll be providing you guys with an unbiased, honest, and truthful review.

Furthermore, I’ll also be going into detail about what this product is, how it works, and ultimately how much of your hard-earned money it will cost you.

I’ll be answering questions like, What Is Tube Mastery And Monetization?

What Will I Learn using this system?

Who Is Matt Par?

What training will I receive if I decide to join?

I plan on answering these questions and more within the context of this review.

If you have ever wanted to start a YT channel but wasn’t sure where to start, you’ll want to stick around and continue reading.

I invite you to follow along, ask questions, and engage with me as I break this information down for you guys.

Without further ado, let’s jump right into things today.

Are you guys ready?

Tube Mastery And Monetization Review

Product Name: Tube Mastery And Monetization (TMM)

Owner: Matt Par

Type Of Product: YouTube Training

Price: $597 or 3 secure payments of $266

Recommended: Yes

YouTube is an excellent way to make money online in 2020.

However, most people find it difficult to set everything up and optimize it correctly.

Matt Par has considered these things and has been hard at work, creating a course that eliminates these issues.

Tube Mastery And Monetization walks you through everything from choosing a niche and creating content to launching your channel.

This complete 7 module course contains everything you need to finally make that dream come true of becoming the next YouTube rockstar.

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Tube Mastery and Monetization is a complete step by step training course that shows you how to make money on YouTube.

However, what makes this YouTube course unique from any other YT course out there is you won’t need to show your face on video.

You won’t even need to record the videos yourself (If you don’t want to).

Tube Mastery will show you how to outsource everything and keep 100% of the profits.

When Matt created this course, he designed it with newbies in mind.

Therefore, you shouldn’t have any questions or feel lost when starting the training.

Launched in April 2020, TMM has already broken previous sales records set by some pretty big names in the industry.

Matt has put his heart and soul into recording these videos.

Therefore these videos are of the highest quality.

Furthermore, I found them to be highly informative, engaging, and easy to follow.

Now that you have an idea of what this program is about, let’s learn about who the owner is.

Sound good?

Who Is Matt Par?

Matt Par is a 19-year-old entrepreneur that lives in sunny Florida.

He currently runs nine different YouTube channels and makes over $30,000 a month in ad revenue alone.

Since the tender age of 14, he has been making money with YouTube.

Furthermore, Forbes, Yahoo Finance, Disrupt, and Market Watch has written an article about him and featured him on their website.

Before becoming successful with Youtube, he used to upload silly videos to YT with his high school buddies.

After one of his videos went viral and received over 100,000 views in one week, this motivated him to take this seriously.

He currently runs nine channels that cover a broad spectrum of niches within the online space.

Here are a few topics covered below.

Top ten lists

Animation

Several personal brands

Top ten lists

Animation

Several personal brands

Matt has received the gold play button from YouTube for reaching one million subscribers.

Also, he’s received multiple silver play buttons for reaching 100,000 subscribers.

When it comes to YouTube, Matt is an expert.

He is on a mission to help as many people as he can become a success with YouTube.

Are you willing to accept his help?

Here’s What I Liked About It

A complete roadmap to making money with YouTube

Fairly inexpensive start-up costs

Comes with a 60-day risk-free guarantee

Offers a secure monthly payment plan

Training is step by step and easy to follow

Ideal for newbies or experienced marketers

Here’s What I Didn’t Like About It

Training could be more detailed.

Training And Tools At A Glance

As I said earlier, the training consists of seven modules that cover a wide range of tasks.

Furthermore, there is also a wide assortment of videos you’ll need to watch as well before moving forward in training.

Here is everything you’ll gain access to when you take the plunge and become a TMM member.

Module 1- The three stages of YouTube

Beta Phase- Choosing a niche and planning your content schedule

Intermediate Phase- Upload 33 videos

Scaling Phase- Outsource your videos

Module 2- Choosing A Niche

Best ways to become successful with YouTube

Best high CPM niches

How to do market research

Bonus training: List of 100+ lucrative niches

Module 3- Setting Your Channel Up To Be Successful

The 33 rule- What it is and how to use it

The best and only YouTube tool you need

Secret SEO keyword process revealed

Planning your content strategy

Module 4 How To Upload Videos

Anatomy of a viral video

How to systemize your videos

How to discover free content

Cost-free video editing solutions

How to create high CTR thumbnails

Module 5 The Growth Module

Understanding Analytics and Algorithms

How to go viral on YouTube

Best time of day to upload

Module 6- Monetization

How to make more than most Youtubers

Various monetization methods and techniques

Matt’s favorite way to make money with YouTube

Module 7- Scaling And Taking Things To The Next Level

Hiring one person for the content creation

Crafting a video creation assembly line

Bonus fill in the blank hiring template

As you see above, there is a massive amount of information contained in these seven training modules.

Depending on how you consume this content will determine how long it will take you to complete this course.

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Price To Join Tube Mastery And Monetization?

You might be wondering how much you’ll need to pay for such a fantastic and extensive course on making money on YouTube.

Right?

Well, there are two payment options available to you.

They are as follows

One time payment $597 (Most popular) Save over $200

Three secure and easy payments of $266 each ($798 total)

Let’s break down the actual value you’ll get from each of the training components you see listed below.

As you can see from the screenshot above, the value of TMM is nearly $1,800.

You’re paying less than 1/3 of that by taking the one-time payment option of $597.

Also, where else can you join a mastermind group for under $1,000?

I’ve joined several mastermind groups over the years and NEVER paid less than $2,000 to get inside the group.

So, as you see, you’re getting a ton of value for the ridiculously low price of $597.

Do you feel me?

Here are a few additional payment options available at your fingertips

PayPal

Credit Card (Visa, Mastercard, American Express, Discover)

Secure wire transfer

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Support At Tube Mastery And Monetization

What good is a fantastic training program going to do you if there is NO help and support?

It would be worthless.

Support is the backbone of any successful training program.

Without it, you might as well throw in the towel right now.

The help and support at TMM come in the form of a Facebook group.

Once you join, you’ll gain exclusive access to this private group.

You can bump heads with other successful YouTubers as well as Matt himself.

Ask questions, get support, hear about other people’s experiences, and interact with six and seven-figure income earners in the industry.

My Tube Mastery AND Monetization Review Conclusion

If you have ever wanted to launch a YouTube channel but lacked the information and knowledge to do so, TMM was created just for you.

Due to Matt’s extensive experience and success with YouTube, you won’t find a better teacher anywhere in the online space.

While some people may feel like this course is expensive, it’s not.

Instead of looking at this as an expense, look at it as an investment in your future.

If someone offered to teach you how to make a million dollars on YouTube, how much would that be worth to you?

Let that sink in for a minute.

Having a mindset like this is imperative if you want to have any long term success online.

Without learning the right mindset hacks, you won’t get far in this industry.

If you’ve yearned for your 15 minutes of fame, you can now claim it on YouTube.

With an ever-growing platform, YouTube is the most popular video-sharing social media site of the web.

The site itself receives millions of traffic daily from all across the globe.

If you could tap into just 3% of this, you’d be earning more than a full-time income each month.

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Welcome to my One Minute Magic review!

Do you know TikTok?

Yeah.. this training course will teach you step-by-step on how to crack the “TikTok free traffic” code.

Mark is going to expose all his secrets for generating floods of free traffic & sales from TikTok.

And the best part?

You don’t have to show your face, or be charismatic!

Now, let’s read my One Minute Magic review below to see what all you’ll get inside.

One Minute Magic Rating $12.95

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4.8

Effectiveness

Price

Ease of use

Support

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Summary

Product Name: One Minute Magic

Creators: Mark Furniss & Trevor Carr

Launch Date: July 14th, 2020

Launch Time: 10am EST

Bonus: Yes! See my custom-made bonuses at the bottom.

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One Minute Magic is an over-the-shoulder, video training course that uncovers exactly how Mark is generating floods of free traffic & sales from TikTok.

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#1. What is One Minute Magic?

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And the best part is you don’t have to show your face, and it only takes a few days to start seeing results.

#2. Who’s the creator of One Minute Magic?

Mark Furniss is the product creator of One Minute Magic, and he has partnered up with Trevor Carr.

Mark is a stay at home dad from the UK & full time internet marketer dedicated to helping people make their first money online.

Trevor is a family man from the UK who’s been able to help teach over 20,000 students how to make a living online.

#3. How does One Minute Magic work?

One Minute Magic works in just 3 simple steps:

STEP #1: Access The Method

– Click any of the buttons on this page to get your copy of One Minute Magic at the lowest price.

STEP #2: Activate The “One Minute Method”

– Implement the super easy steps inside. This literally takes only 60 seconds, hence the name 1 Minute Magic!

STEP #3: Bear The Fruits Of Your “60 Second Labor”

– Watch as your email is bombarded with “payment received” emails. Remember, you can rinse and repeat as many times as you want!

#4. One Minute Magic review: What will you get?

Here’s the training you’ll get with One Minute Magic:

Module 1: UNDERSTANDING TIKTOK

In this module, they show you a quick overview of their special “one minute magic” method.

Module 2: 7 DAY CASE STUDY

Inside of this case study, Mark is going to reveal the steps he made $25 with every 60 seconds of work, and how you can replicate it.

Module 3: TRAFFIC STREAM CREATION

This is where the money is made. Inside, they’ll reveal the steps for making an autopilot TikTok traffic stream.

Module 4: AUTOMATING TIKTOK

Time is priceless. Which is why they’re going to show you how to nearly automate the strategies inside of One Minute Magic.

Module 5: ACTION PLAN

They’ll show you all the steps you need in one place to take in order to start getting traffic & sales.

In the next section of this One Minute Magic review, I will show you the reasons why you should get One Minute Magic right now!

#5. Should you buy One Minute Magic?

With the help of One Minute Magic, getting traffic that converts into sales has never been easier.

It doesn’t matter your level of experience, because you get everything you need inside.

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#6. One Minute Magic review: Pros & Cons

One Minute Magic Pros:

Step-by-step video training & case study, 100% newbie-friendly.

No more investing fortunes on paid traffic.

You only need ONE minute a day to get started.

After configuring, generates passive and long-lasting income.

Requires no technical skills.

Don’t appear on camera if you don’t want to.

No need to create websites, blogs or generate content.

30 day 100% money back guarantee.

A lot of custom-made bonuses you can see right below.

One Minute Magic Cons:

Once the launch ends on July 17th, the price will be increased.

#7. How much does One Minute Magic cost?

There are 1 Front-End & 3 Upgrades

One Minute Magic FE: $12.95

It’s an over-the-shoulder, video training course that uncovers exactly how Mark is generating floods of free traffic & sales from TikTok.

Upgrade 1: DONE FOR YOU! – $37 to $27

This is a series of DONE FOR YOU videos in the MMO niche.

Upgrade 2: OTHER NICHES – $67 to $47

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Upgrade 3: License Rights – $97 to $67

You get to sell One Minute Magic as your own product and you can keep 100% of the profit, using all of our high quality sales materials.

#8. Who is One Minute Magic best for?

This is custom-built for beginners or even seasoned marketers who just want to get more traffic & sales for FREE.

It can work for you even if you’ve never heard of ‘making money online’.

It has a proven track record of results going back months. Tried, tested and repeatable, this is a system you can count on.

Works even BETTER in today’s uncertain economy. As more people look to work online, this income opportunity keeps growing.

There’s no MLM or spamming involved, this is a straightforward business you can be proud of.

#9. FAQs about One Minute Magic

What is One Minute Magic?

Inside of One Minute Magic, Mark is going to expose all his secrets for generating floods of free traffic & sales from TikTok.

And the best part is you don’t have to show your face, or be charismatic.

Is this a relaunch or rehashed product?

Unlike most training, One Minute Magic is 100% fresh & updated for 2020.

All the content inside is new, and is NOT re-used from other courses (don’t you hate that!)

Is there a guarantee?

If you feel for any reason that you don’t like One Minute Magic, hit us up and we’ll refund you every penny.

What is the traffic source?

Transparency is our middle name. We don’t like to hide things from you.

It’s TikTok!

Worry not though, we’ll show you how to generate traffic WITHOUT showing your face or your voice.

How long until I can start seeing results?

It depends, the faster you implement our training the faster you’ll see results.

And it can vary from person to person.

What if I have any questions?

If you have any questions, you can contact our support team at any time.

#10. One Minute Magic review: Final verdict

I have been using the One Minute Magic system for a short while and now have over 212 subscribers and videos with over a 1000 views.

This is 100% the way forward to get free organic traffic and so much quicker than YouTube!

So I fully recommend One Minute Magic to anybody that is serious about making money online or leverage free traffic from TikTok, even if you are just starting out or have experience like me.

If you have any other questions, please drop your messages in the comment section below. Thanks for reading my One Minute Magic review!

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Stranger Things: A Love Letter to the 80s

We all love it when pop culture references crop up in our favorite shows. It’s even better when we understand those references. It makes us feel cool. We’re in on the joke, which gives us a special connection to the creators, like we understand the secret message they’re trying to send. But, as writers, how do you draw the line between paying homage and plagiarism? Stranger Things is a good example to use for this topic because it is stuffed so full of amazing references of the 1980s, the decade that most inspired creators Matt and Ross Duffer when they conceived of the show. However, as always, we’re going to add a few caveats.

The 1980s was a time when narratives about kids facing unusual circumstances were very popular. In 1986, Stephen King published It, his terrifying story about a group of kids who are forced to confront an evil clown to save their town. That same year, the film Stand By Me was released. Based on another King tale, a short novella called The Body, it featured four boys going on an adventure after hearing that someone was killed nearby because they want to see the body. It’s not hard to see how Stranger Things wouldn’t exist without these two stories. Some iconic scenes from Stranger Things, like Steve and Dustin walking along the train tracks, are taken right from that source material. In a wonderful coincidence of the casting kind, Finn Wolfhard, who plays Mike Wheeler in Stranger Things, also played the young version of Richie Tozier in the recent movie remake of It. And if Billy Hargrove didn’t give you some serious Henry Bowers vibes since his first appearance in the second season of the series, we’re calling shenanigans.

The similarities to stories of the 80s don’t stop there, though. Visually, Stranger Things takes most of its inspiration from the classic Alien series starring Sigourney Weaver. Okay, the first movie technically came out in 1979, but Aliens, the sequel and unarguably the best film of the franchise, has solid 80s roots. The Demogorgon and the Demodogs definitely recall the aesthetic of the H. R. Giger-designed creature from those movies, especially with all the face-opening and weird sucking going on. Later, Dart is also a nod to Gremlins. Eleven’s powers and the necessity for her to stay hidden are reminiscent of E.T the Extra-Terrestrial, especially when she tries to dress up as a ghost for Halloween in the second season. Joyce talking to Will through the Christmas lights is a direct reference to Poltergeist. In the third season, the hospital scenes with Nancy and Jonathan are taken straight from Halloween II.

From a creator’s perspective, it’s important to note that this type of specific emulation can be difficult to get away with, especially if you’re not a white man. Women and people of color are far more likely to be accused of plagiarism if their narrative is too reminiscent of others. For the record, we’re not saying that Stranger Things isn’t great, nor are we saying it’s a carbon copy of any one of these other stories. It’s just that, like Ernest Cline’s Ready Player One, it’s so reliant on references that only two white guys could have gotten it past a network executive. As writers, we all love taking inspiration from the stories that have come before, but for most of us, there’s going to be a much more defined line drawn in the sand.

Fandom is far more used to smaller Easter eggs, of which Stranger Things has plenty as well. You’ll recognize Paul Reiser, who played a corporate flunky in Aliens, as Dr. Sam Owens in the second season. Sean Astin plays Bob Newby in the same season. He, of course, had a starring role in The Goonies, another 80s film that focused on the grand adventure of a group of young boys. Posters for The Evil Dead and The Thing can be seen in the background in various shots. Hopper’s season three look is obviously ripped off from Magnum, P.I., a very popular show that aired throughout the 80s. Nancy takes her name and basic look from the protagonist of A Nightmare on Elm Street. The Russian assassin in the third season is very Terminator-esque. And all of those air vents really remind us of the original Die Hard. These are small references that every creator loves to indulge in, even if they aren’t a key part of the story, and it’s far easier for all creators to use them than the more direct inspiration Stranger Things indulges in.

Of course, we can’t discount the last kind of referencing, which is simply being historically accurate. Stranger Things doesn’t just recall the 80s. It’s set in the heart of the decade, so all the music and clothes and movies are from that era. It just makes sense for the kids to dress up as the Ghostbusters. It makes sense for Steve and Robin to freak out over the plot of Back to the Future, which was a huge movie that came out that year. The Gravitron was unleashed on the fair-going public in 1983 and plays a key part in season three, as does New Coke, which debuted in 1985. Team Griswold Family and Dustin and Suzie singing the theme song from The NeverEnding Story are just smart inclusions that make the setting of Stranger Things more authentic, and this type of scene creation is good writing, no matter who you are.

Again, we all love calling back to the stories that inspired us to be creative and write as we grew up. We’re all still influenced by our favorite stories now. And publishers and other people in charge frequently ask for “the next” whatever happens to be popular at the moment, so it’s hard not to look to those narratives to push us forward with our own creations. But remember that while Stranger Things gets away with it on a huge scale, not every story can. If you’re writing fanfiction, go wild. The more references, the better. But if you’re looking to go original, you have to be more cautious, especially depending on who you are. And don’t forget that you can’t get so lost in the homage that you neglect to tell the story itself. Stranger Things certainly isn’t guilty of that. So sign your love letter to the source material loud and proud, but always remember that your original story is the new thing, and that’s what people want to see most.

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Basic Chemistry

Summary: He has multiple PhDs, but Spencer Reid might be bested by a cake if Luke can’t help him before Penelope’s big day.

Words: 1,012

Warnings: Nothing. Gross fluff that might rot your teeth.

A/N: My next entry for @cmbingo! This fulfills my Reid x Alvez square.

Luke heard the screaming from downstairs.

“This is basic chemistry! How could I fuck this up?”

Luke smiled to himself as he slipped the key in the lock. “Hey, babe,” he greeted cheekily. “How are you doing?”

Spencer spun around, hair flailing wildly, eyes like a madman. “How am I doing? How am I doing? I’m failing!”

“At what?”

Grabbing the plate in front of him, he presented it to Luke. “Cake! I can’t make cake! Garcia’s birthday is tomorrow and I haven’t gotten her anything because I told her I would make her a cake because it’s basic chemistry, I can make a cake, right? Apparently not!”

Luke snickered quietly to himself as he walked into the kitchen and grabbed a piece of what was supposed to be cake and popped it into his mouth. As soon as it hit his tongue, he could tell it wasn’t right. “What did you do?”

“I don’t know!”

Luke didn’t want to laugh. Spencer was frazzled and he always wanted the best for Garcia, but when he got frustrated Luke couldn’t help but think he was cute. Focusing on the taste, he realized what Spencer had done, pulling a container forward. “You take the sugar out of here?”

“Yes, it’s the sugar container.”

“It’s the salt one,” Luke laughed, spinning it around for Spencer to read. “You’re a genius. Fucking read.”

“Fuck!” He screamed exasperatedly. “Are you saying I wasted all these ingredients and time and didn’t even get anything from it because I took from the wrong jar?”

Luke nodded and began to clean up Spencer’s mess.

Spencer went to sit down and take a breath. A heart attack probably wouldn’t be the best gift for Garcia either. With his head in his hands, he mumbled, “Help me. You’re boyfriend is hopeless. Please help me with this cake.”

Walking over to where Spencer sat on the couch, Luke kissed the top of his head. “Of course, love. Let me look at the recipe and then we can start again. What kind of cake is it anyway?”

“Chocolate and raspberry,” Spencer replied, defeat washing over him.

It was her favorite.

“And the outside is supposed to look like a unicorn.”

Spencer never half-assed anything, especially gift-giving. He always picked the perfect present for every person.

Luke glanced over the recipe and noted a few changes that might make the cake a little more moist - secrets he learned from his mother. “Alright, Spence. I’ve got everything set up. Let’s do this together.”

“You sure about that? I might light the apartment on fire.”

He sounded so defeated. Luke always hated that. Spencer deserved the world - to feel amazing. “Don’t let a unicorn cake defeat you, babe. Plus, we live here. So if the apartment isn’t on fire already, it won’t ever be.”

“Smooth,” Spencer said with a hint of a smile.

With basically ever bowl in creation out on the counter, they began to measure things out. Flour, cocoa powder, baking soda, baking powder, canola oil for moisture - “Okay,” Luke said, pulling the sugar container from the opposite end of the counter, “Sugar.”

“Shut up.” Spencer hip-checked Luke and took him off guard, nearly pushing him over it weren’t for the fact that he’d left the refrigerator door open grabbing a drink a few minutes before.

Spencer beat the ingredients together so hard some of the mixture went flying onto Luke’s arm and before they knew it they were flicking cake mixture at each other. Surely, Garcia wouldn’t mind if they cake was a bit smaller than it was supposed to be, especially if “newbie” got cake batter in his hair.

Before putting the cakes into their tins and into the oven, Luke spooned out a bit of the batter to taste. “Tastes good to me.”

Spencer sighed at his own stupidity. “I can’t believe i didn’t taste the damn batter.”

Baking the cakes and leaving them to cool took longer than Spencer intended and he ended up having a panic attack that things weren’t going to be ready in time or that he was somehow going to screw it up again. While they waited for the cakes to cool, they watched a movie, Spencer laying back against Luke’s chest as he played with his hair.

Finally the cakes were cool enough to assemble with the raspberry jam Spencer had made the day before. “I can frost it and make it all smooth, but when it comes to making the unicorn I guarantee you I’ll fuck it up.”

“I’ll do the decorations. I think I’ll be okay with the precision...at least I hope so,” he replied, doubt creeping back into his mind. “I know I sound ridiculous. I mean it’s just a cake, but-”

Luke interrupted, “I get it, Spence. I know how much pride you take in the gift-giving department.”

“I really do. I just want her to love it.”

Spencer gathered all the food coloring and the buttercream frosting he was going to use to ice the cake and began designing the unicorn’s mane. Slowly but surely it came together and with Luke’s moral support Spencer relaxed little by little.

After a couple hours of painstakingly slow work, the mane and eyes were done so he placed it in the refrigerator to work on the horn and ears. Luke went about his day, doing the chores that Spencer would normally do so that he could focus on his cake. By the end of the day, it was done and Spencer was exhausted. “How does it look?”

“It looks amazing,” Luke said in awe. “I saw it coming together, but the finished product looks even better.”

“Thanks. She’ll like it, right?”

Luke laughed, beckoning Spencer over to the couch to sit down. “She’ll love it. See? Basic chemistry.”

“Not so basic apparently,” he replied, plopping down beside his boyfriend.

“Or maybe you could just learn how to read,” Luke said with a snort.

Spencer reached behind himself and grabbed a pillow to smack him in the face. “Or maybe you can shut up!”

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Fated twins

Summary:

After watching a couple of times some Twins!AU fanart this little idea came to my mind and I decided to try to write how the series would be if everybody on the series had a twin. I'm truly sorry if this end up getting weird, don't mind me. In this series I'm going to try to follow the chronollogical order of the chapters (kinda, since we don't exactly know it), so in this first part of the fic I'll just do the Origins chapters and the Bubbler. Also, in this fanfic Hawk Moth is able to send up to two akumas at a time if there's two people who have the same negative feeling, but both akumas will have the same power. Of course, each kwami and miraculous has another have a twin so there are two equals miraculous of each one. Normally, everybody has a twin, but thwr are exceptions.

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Chapter 1: The designer twins and the model twins

Summary:

A long lost miraculous awakens again in evil hands and an old guardians needs to find help to stop this evil and recover the miraculous. To do so, the guardian chooses four teens to fiht against evil and maintain balance.

Marin is the designer boy with bad luck. Marinette is the clumsy designer girl. But when there is problem, they become Lordbug and Ladybug.

Adrien and Adirenne are the famous models and sons of the worl-wide famous designer Agreste. But they transform into Chat Noir and Kitty Noire when they are needed.

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Many centuries ago magic jewels bestowing extraordinary powers were created. This were: the miraculous. Throughout history heroes have used this jewels for the good of the human race. Two of this miraculous are more powerful than the others: the earrings of Ladybug which provides the power of creation and the ring of the black cat which grants the power of destruction. According to legend, whoever who controls both of this jewels at the same time will achieve absolute power. Unfortunately, there was a man who used that power to create a replica of all miraculous in an attempt to make sure that the miraculous could never be lost. But trouble could came twice as the miraculous were twice too, because that absolute power could be more easily obtained since then and the troubles only increased.

-In an obscure place, a regretting man closes a pendant with the image of a beautiful woman-

“I want that absolute power Nooroo. I must have those miraculous” says the man.

“But nobody knows where this miraculous are” replies the kwami.

“We found you thought, my little Nooroo. Your miraculous, remind me its powers again”

“The moth brochure that allows you to grant people superpowers and they become your devoted followers” answers happily the kwami.

“And when it comes to allure superheroes, what it’s better than creating supervillains?” says the man with a twisted grin on his face.

“But master, the miraculous are not meant to be used for evil purposes”

“I must have this absolute power” says the man while furiously stomping. “Your miraculous is in my control. I am your master now and you must obey me”

“Yes master” whispers Nooroo.

“Nooroo, dark wings rise!” chants the man, activating his miraculous. “From this day on, I shall be known as Hawk Moth” declares while laughing.

-In an empty box of matches, two sleeping kwamis awaken from sensing the power of their friend awakening once again-

“Master, master. One of the moth miraculous, Nooro's one, we sensed its aura” says one of the turtle kwami.

“I thought they had been lost forever” states the old chinese man while caressing his beard.

“But master Fu, we sensed a negative aura. I fear it may had gotten into the hands of an evil power!” says the other kwami.

“We must find Nooro and his miraculous. If it has gotten into the wrong hands there’s no telling what evil will come upon the world” says the old man “I’m to transform. Wayzz-”

The old man tries to chant the transformation, but his back cracks and begins to hurt, leaving the man grunting in the floor.

“Please master, be reasonable. You are-” say the kwamis

“Still young. I’m only 186. But you are right Wayzz and Weiss, I can no longer do this alone. We’ll need some help”

-Two phones buzzes in the rooms of two sleepy twins-

"Marinette. Marin. Your alarms have been going on for fifteen minutes!" says a woman from another room. "You'll be late for your first day back at school!"

"Got it maman" says Marin turning of his alarm. Then he goes to her sisters room and knocks the door. "Hey, wake up sleepyhead. Mom says that we're going to be late"

"I've heard her, I've heard her" says Marinette lazily getting out of her bed and turning of the alarm

The twins go downstairsand have breakfast, complaining about how sure they are that they are going to end up in the same class as the Bourgeoise twins for the fourth time in a row and demonstrating their share of clumsiness and bad luck, before returning to their rooms to prepare for the upcoming day. When they finnish, their father gives each one a box full with macarons for their new classmates and they set off to school. When they are just to arrive to school, they see an old man crossing the street while the traffic lights are red. Without doubting, Marin and Marinette run to aid the old man before a car runs over him, tripping over the kerbstone and wasting a few macarons. The man thanks them, but the school bell rangs and they have to farewell the old man while he look smiling to two boxes on his hand.

Marinette side

She enters in the clasroom and goes to her seat as their homeroom teacher, Mme. Bustier, asks Nino to seat in the front row.

"Marinette Dupain-Cheng" says a girl with too much make up and expensive clothes.

"Oh, here we go again" regrets Mari.

"That's my seat"

"But Chloe, this has always been my seat" replies Mari.

"Not anymore" states Sabrina, sliding into the seat next to Mari. "New school, new year, new seats"

"So why don't you just go sit beside with the new girl overthere"

"But-" tries to shily reply Mari.

"Listen, Adrien's arriving today and since this seat is going to be his" says Chloe, pointing to the seat next to Nino "this is going to be my seat. Get it?"

"Who's Adrien?" asks the designer

Chloe and Sabria burst into laughter, leaving Marinette very confused.

"What rock have you been living under? Adrien is a very famous model and my broter and I are his and his sister, Adrienne, best friends. They adore us. So, go on, move" Says Chloe.

"Hey, who elected you the queen of seats?" says the new girl, Alya.

"Look Sabrine, we've got a little do-gooder in our class" replies Chloe. "What are you gonna do me super-newbie? Shoot beams at me with your glasses?"

"Wouldn't you like to know" says Alya glaring Chlo. Then she grabs Marinette arm and leads her to the front seats. "Come on girl, we better be here than listen to that pesty girl"

Marinette trips over, the box of macarons open, the macarons fall off the box and Marinette fall on the macarons, crushing all except one. She get's up while continuosly apologising and sits next to Alya.

"Chillax girl, no biggies" says Alya.

"I wish I could handle Chloe the way you do" says the bluenette.

"You mean the ways superheroes do" says the girl showing Marinette a picture of a superheroine comic. "This gal here says that all that's necessary to stop evil is for good people to do something. That brat is evil and we girl, are good people. We can't let her do all she wants"

"Easier said than done, she likes to make my life miserable"

"That's because you let her do it. You just need more confidence."

Marinette thinks a bit, she grabs the macaron and gives it to Alya. "I'm Marinette Dupain-Cheng, glad to meet you"

"Glad to meet you too girl. I'm Alya Cesáire"

The class starts and Chloe wonders where is her friend Adrien, as he should already be there.

Marin side

He enters his classroom, thanking to god because their homeroom teacher wasn't there yet, and goes to his seat as he greets some of his friends. Unluckily for him, when he sits he feels a jab on his butt and inmediatly stands up. Someone had spread thumbtacks on his seat, and that someone was coming straight forward to him.

"Marin Dupain-Cheng, that is my seat now. Make sure you remember so from now on" says a guy with expensives clothes and too much hair gel.

"Cleón Bourgeoise, did you really had to do that? You could have been sitting there instead of pulling a prank on me" replies Marin, trying to contain his emotions.

"And why would I do that?"

"I don't know, why would you want to be in my seat?"

"Because that seat is his now. Got a problem with that?" jumped into the conversation Sebastián, Cleón's lackey and friend.

"Anyway go sit over there besides the new guy" says Cleón.

"Yeah, like hell I-"

"Listen me here punk" says Cleón while grabbing Marins shirt. "Adrienne is going to come today and that seat next to Nina is going to be her seat, so this is going to be my seat now whether you like it or not" threats the blond before pushing Marin over his macaron box.

Almost all the macarons fall out of the box and Cleón and Sebastián stomp on them. Marin picks the box with only a macaron left and stands up.

"Who's this Adrienne girl you seem to care so much about" asks the designer

"Who's Adrienne? Are you living under a rock or what? She's a very famous model and my sister and I are best friends with her and her brother. They totally love us. Now go on and move to your new seat"

"Hey, who elected you king of seats?" asks the new boy.

"Look here Sebastián, it seems that we got a superhero in our class. What are you going to do? Petrify me when you take off those sunglasses and look at me?"

"Wouldn't you like to know? Well it's a pity, you can't do me anything now, the teacher is already here" states as Mme. Mendeleiev enters throgh the door. Then he turns with a smug grin on his face to Cleón. "Come with me dude, we don't want to get scolded on the first day, do we?"

"Thanks for saving me back there, I wish I could handle him like you do" says Marin as they seat on their new seats.

"No problem dude, but I din't did too much I just was doing like my fav hero" he shows the same picture as Alya. "As this gal here says, all evil needs to tryumph is for good people to do nothing. That jerk is evil dude, but you and I are the good guys so we have to stand against him"

"Heh, that's easier said than done, he just enjoys so much bullying me and he's the mayor's son" complains Marin.

"That's because you let him, you just need a bit more of confidence and maybe a good left jab to show'em"

Marin stares at the box, thinks a bit and gives the last macaron to Alen. "I'm Marin Dupain-Cheng, an aspirign designer. Glad to have meet you dude"

"Glad to meet you too dude. I'm Alen Césaire" says Alen taking a bite. "And dude, you must tell me where did you bought this delicious stuff"

"At my parents bakery, but maybe I could treat you to some stuff sometimes. My parents run the Dupain-Cheng boulangerie-pastisserie so I can somtimes pick stuff for free"

"Dude, if you do that I'll have to ask you to marry me. No homo, but this stuff is delicious man"

The boys laughed and joked for a while, but as the lesson started, Cléon could only worry because his friend Adrienne hadn't come yet, as she was supposed to do.

-Outside the school-

"Come on Adrien, we're almost there!" says the model girl.

"Easy for you to say that. You're not the one looking back all of the time Adrienne" complains the model guy.

They are close to entering the school when a limo arrives stopping next to them and a woman and two guys go out of it.

"Adrien, Adrienne, please reconsider. You know what your father wants." warns them the woman.

"But Nathalie, this is what we want to do" pleads Adrienne.

They hear a groan and turn to see how an old man falls and drops his walking stick. The models go to help him without even an ounce of doubt. Adrien helps him to stand up and Adrienne returns him his walking stick. However, when they turn to go to school, the two bodyguards and the woman are blocking their paths.

"Come on, we just want to go to school, just like everybody else. What's so wrong with that?" asks Adrien.

"I won't tell your father, but please come with us" says Nathalie.

-After the lessons-

The bell rangs and at Marinette class, Mme. Bustier dismisses the class, remembering them to finnish their homework for tomorrow. Kim hands Ivan a paper and, after reading the paper, Ivan stands up groaning and raises his fist. The teacher sees it and sends Ivan to the principal's office. Meanwhile, at Marin's class, Cleón hands a paper to Ioan and a similar scene happens, except that Mme. Mendeleiev yells to Ioan to go to the principal office and to expect to have a note for his parents when he comes back. They both head towards the office squeezing the papers they were given.

-On Hawkmoth's lair a window opens slowly-

"Negative emotions, this is perfect, just what I need. Anger. Sadness. Burn a hole into their hearts my horrible akumas. Fly away my little akumas and evilize them!" says Hawk Moth, sending two butterflies.

The butterflies fly to school and enters into Ivan's and Ioan's papers. At the act, they hear a voice as a butterfly-like mask appear on them.

"Stonehearts I am Hawk Moth. I'll give you both the power to seek revenge on those who wrong you"

"Okay Hawk Moth" reply the twin brothers, before turning into stone monsters.

As the stone monsters begin to create mayhem, an old man is secretly deploying small boxes for those who have been chosen to find them.

-At the library-

Marin and Marinette are laughing with Alya and Alan as they found that they have befriended the twin of their friend. Suddenly, there's an earthquake and the designer twins fall on the floor. Alya and Alen help them to stand and when they race their heads, they see a big hole in the wall and two stone monsters causing chaos where they go. At the sight of this, Alen and Alya get excited and pull their mobiles out as they run behind the monsters, saying that heroes can be seen near where a villian appears. The bluenettes look at eachother and decide to go home to stay safe.

-At the Agrestes' manor-

The young models are having the same boring lesson they have been having for years with their father's secretary, Nathalie. This time, however, their father enters to the room with the filming of the security cameras, showing the twins escaping from the manor's front gate as they try to go to school, just to return minutes later followed by their bodyguards and Nathalie.

"You are not going to school. I have already told you" says the man.

"But father-" begins Adrien.

"Everything you need is here, where I can see you" says their father, cutting him off. "Yo don't need to go out there, to a world full of dangers"

"It's not that dangerous father. We just want to go out, have fun and make friends, just like everybody else" replies Adrienne.

"You are not everybody else. You are my daughter and Adrien is my son and no child of mine will go to school. Now continue your with your lesson" says the man before he goes out of the room.

Before Nathalie can restar the class, Adrien runs to his room and Adrienne follows him, closing the door behind her. As she is trying to console his brothers with half bakded hopes, they see a car flying and they quickly turn on the TV, without noticing that there are two octagonal boxes in front of them.

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