#a big thanks to everyone who takes a moment to read and vote as it will encourage me to write

[classic-blue]

Looking for input on which Jayvik WIP I should work on next:

I'm sitting on 17,000 words of ideas for Arcane Jayvik content. Comment or reblog with an emoji to help me decide what to work on:

🤖 - "Nobody's Soldier"

Since the founding of Hextech, Viktor and Jayce swore it would never be used for weapons. Early on in their partnership, there is one exception. If it even counts. Viktor certainly thinks it doesn’t.

Oneshot. Season 1, pre time-skip. Viktor and Jayce enter the Academy's underground, illicit battle bots tournament to win better, necessary supplies to stock their new lab. Cute early bonding, all fluff no hurt, plenty of nerds, lots of the boys doing what they do best in the lab and Viktor showing off.

🏥 - Viktor gets biomedical augmentation surgery for his back and both J and V have feelings about it

"Why are you drawing naked men at my bedside?"

Oneshot. Season 1, mid time-skip. As the first Hexgate starts to rise into the sky, Viktor's health sharply declines, and as a result, he's getting corrective surgery. Lots of pontificating for both Jayce and Viktor about mortality and progress. Rated T for medical discussions, but nothing graphic.

❄ - Caitlyn goes on a roadtrip with the hexboys to test out Hexgates in extreme cold.

Oneshot. Season 1, mid time-skip. Jayce invites Caitlyn along on their work trip to get away from her parents. Viktor brings her a spare set of goggles so she can assist their research. Lots of science on top of cold mountains, soft bonding with all 3, and one baby-sized Hexgate.

🏭 - "Two Days Nearer Death"

Following their conversation at the waterworks, Jayce and Viktor together build a plan to save Piltover and Zaun from all-out war. Zaun will be an independent nation. It will have its own council to lead it. And Jayce, Viktor, and Hextech will move to Zaun.

Multi-chap. Season 1 fixit- Jinx never fires the bomb at the council. Jayce learns to live in the Undercity, up close with the factory workers and miners, and works to build a brighter future for the Zaunites he's joined. Silco tests the bounds of a cautious peace with the upper city and the Hextech oligarchs they've been gifted. And all the while, Viktor's condition continues to deteriorate...

🧪 - (the Breaking Bad AU but I've never watched Breaking Bad)

Viktor ensures the tracker is well secured to Jayce's bracelet, letting his hand drop limply in his bonds, and huffs back at her. "I'm in love; I'm not an idiot." "What a damn oxymoron," Sevika drawls back.

Multi-chap; AU. Viktor never leaves the undercity, instead becoming Singed's apprentice, and eventually Silco's shimmer production agent stationed secretly in Piltover. A blossoming friendship with Jayce, expelled academy student turned enforcer, leads to conflict when Jayce begs him to find an antidote to the aggressive shimmer agents his squad encounters. Unable to deny him, Viktor ends up simultaneously producing all of Piltover's recreational shimmer supply and repeated iterations of antidotes to Singed's weaponized shimmer variants. He knows it will blow up in his face sooner or later, especially when Jayce learns the truth- ah well. He's a dead man either way. Featuring Sevika as Viktor's exasperated bodyguard, who did not consent to this situationship ruining her life.

🍥 - Biiiiiiig Multi-chap S2 fixit. (Everyone's got one, right?)

Caitlyn looks up, and the researcher continues. “I’ve found its traces at each of the sights. I don’t have evidence, and it’s completely out of line for me to be saying this, but after all I’ve seen, at this point I’m willing to believe…” He looks straight at her. “I think Jayce Talis is alive.”

After some years of healing and bliss, swaddled in the arcane, it becomes undeniable to Jayce and Viktor- the arcane is waking up. And if they don't do something, Piltover will inevitably make the same mistakes as they did. Viktor copes with guilt, Jayce copes with purpose, and both come to discover that their roles in the world are much more important than they expected. Other features of note:

Too many conversations on the nature of the arcane

Jayce getting his frequent flier miles

Viktor's personal project to restore the lives of his commune

Caitlyn actually getting to be a detective

The return of Vander?...

Mel being a good friend, and simultaneously a warlord

Singed finding religion, of a sort, and a cigarette

An unconscionable number of poros

And the Prophet of the Arcane...

[abandonedpost]

My Highest Worldly Bliss: Chapter One

@electronix-arts @traumatizedartist @sock-man37 @confettiiz @poltergeist-bunn (just tagging everyone who expressed some interest in the teaser — thank you so much by the way, I really appreciate it!)

Hi everyone! I know the poll isn’t technically over yet, but most people thus far voted for me to upload chapter one to Tumblr today, and had I waited… well “today” would’ve been over lol.

Here’s chapter one of my very first fic! Haha i feel so self-indulgent. Feel free to let me know what you think and give some feedback. Excuse the formatting issues! I’m new to this 🥲 Read it under the cut 👇🏼👇🏼

Soft white eyes met a glimmering violet glow.

And he knew, in earnest then, that he would never be the same.

——

Dawn broke over the horizon of Copper-9. The nearby sound of drilling overpowered Khan’s senses as he blinked sleep out of his eyes. The day greeted him like any other, with a sly grin and slap to the face. A long day in the shafts lay ahead.

He was never fully content living a life of servitude. The human masters had made his kind to mine their exoplanets, so each day, they would dig their way further through the bedrock, dust and hot air hanging heavy around them until it clogged their sensors and slicked their hair back. Yet the drone always longed for more: a life of his own; freedom from the shackles that kept him bound to the colliery.

Such were the dreams of an ambitious man. Better yet, a foolish man. He knew not to articulate his fantasies of revolt, or he’d have caught his death for it by now.

But Khan was lucky, his bright mind and ingenuity had impressed the humans. During a shaft collapse a few months back, he’d taken the reigns and stabilized the structure long enough to evacuate all the workers. Having saved them a pretty penny, the humans rewarded him with a promotion to construction. Meaning no more physical labor.

“What’s on the agenda for today?” The worker drone grabbed his clipboard, scanning the text to find his assignment. He flipped the page to find it in big bold letters, coupled with a map.

Cabin Fever Labs

Ceiling collapse on basement floor, building integrity compromised.

“Huh,” he thought, “Never heard of that place.”

Grabbing the map, he set out on his mission.

——

“Stop it! Don’t touch me!”

“The more you squirm, the more it’ll hurt, 002.”

“Please, I’m sorry! I’ll be good, I swear!”

——

Khan didn’t expect the walk to take as long as it did. It felt like hours since he’d left the mines. His head was pounding, legs ached, and he contemplated giving up halfway.

“Screw the humans. They don’t deserve my help anyway.” He huffed, feeling the hot sun burn down on him.

Yet, against his better judgment, Khan persisted, wading through waist-high vegetation as he finally stumbled upon the Cabin Fever complex. It was at least ten stories high. Blacked-out windows lined the building in a grid-like pattern, and a large, metal door towered before the drone. It was locked, so he had no choice but to ring the bell.

A buzzer rang not long after. “State your name and the purpose of your visit,” came an annoyed voice on the other end.

“Uh, hello? I’m Khan. I-I’m here on behalf of JCJenson… to survey the ceiling collapse? I’m the Head of Construction at the copper mines.”

“Come in.” Another beep and Khan entered.

——

“Subject 002’s test results have been… alarming, to say the least.”

“What do you suppose we do?”

Purple eyes blinked open, and a blurry haze of white fluorescent light overwhelmed them. It took 002 a moment to realize where she was: the torture chamber, strapped to the patient bed. Everything hurt, and for a moment she cursed death for being too elusive a mercy for her. In the distance, she heard the voices of the Doctors.

Ever since that symbol had first plagued her processor they’d taken every opportunity to subject her to the latest “treatments”. Psychological torture, physical beatings, and solitary confinement had become staples of her daily routine.

“I think we ought to separate her and 048. It could be that two infected drones interacting is worsening the problem.”

This immediately set off alarms in 002’s mind. They couldn’t take 048 from her, she was the only good thing about this hellhole!

“I’ll inform Dr. Piers of the change. I’m sure we can accommodate 002 in 017’s room.”

Anger surged through her body. The mere thought of the Doctors taking the last good thing in her life away from her made 002 seethe. A thousand possibilities soared through her mind, until the symbol from her visions appeared in her hand once again.

“I said let me go!” A flash of violet light cut through the leather straps holding her down, and 002 fought back tears as she burst through the torture chamber door and down the hall.

——

Khan made his way to the basement of the labs, looking for the hall with the collapsed ceiling.

“There you are.” He whispered once he finally found his assignment. It was… a disturbing site to say the least. The ceiling tiles had been shattered beyond recognition, seemingly by force, and the wall nearby had been splattered with… oil? It sent a chill up his chassis.

He began surveying the damage when a female voice picked up behind him.

“So… they finally let someone see what goes on down here, huh? You some fresh meat or sumthin’?”

Khan was startled, jumping a bit before turning around, and then his shock turned to awe as he laid eyes on the most beautiful drone he’d ever seen. Her clothes were plain: a sleeveless grey dress, ID tag, gloves, and no shoes. Yet there was an undeniable fervor in her eyes, which were the most brilliant shade of purple-pink.

“Helloooo?” she asked, “Ya still in there or?” She tapped her fingers on his faceplate, effectively snapping him out of his trance.

“Uh— hi miss?” He tried to form a full sentence but was too taken aback, a vibrant white blush forming on his cheeks.

The woman played with the ends of her lavender hair and stifled a giggle, “I’ve never had a guy get flustered over me before. You sure you don’t belong down here with the rest of us defects?”

Embarrassed, Khan tried to reassert himself, “Ma’am, I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m the Head of Construction, and I’m here to survey the ceiling collapse. Do you need help with something?”

——

Now that ticked 002 off. She couldn’t believe it! This… cute weird, weird man with a hard hat and too much audacity had the nerve to waltz into her home and ask her if she needed his help!

“Okay, nuance alert ‘ma’am,’” she said mockingly, “You’re in my neck of the woods right now! So how about we switch up the roles and ask if you need my help, hmm?” And to really get her point across, 002 held up three fingers, and the symbol appeared once more. In an instant, all the damage had been undone.

——

“Oh, uh. What was that?” It was a stupid question, but the construction worker couldn’t think of any other way to phrase it.

He watched as a deep, violet-pink blush covered the woman’s face. She crossed her arms and huffed, stepping backward “It’s uhm… it’s nothing. Just a virus I have,” Then her voice got quiet, “Bet it freaks you out, huh? Just like everyone else.”

Khan was about to say something to the contrary when heavy footsteps began racing down the hall. Humans. He watched as the purple lady’s eyes went hollow and she stepped back.

“I-I need to go,” she stammered, “I’m not even supposed to be talking to you.”

“Wait!” He shouted back, but it was too late. He caught a final glimpse of her light as the beautiful violet woman turned a corner and disappeared.

“I didn’t even get your name…”

[fairytale-poll]

WINNER ANNOUNCEMENT POST!!!!!!!

The finals are over, so it's time to announce the winners for the Little Merpoll!

As always, thank you to everyone who participated! If you submitted characters and/or propaganda, if you reblogged the polls, even if you just voted, it was a pleasure having you! I've done fairytales poll before this & hope to continue for a while after this, and it's been a pleasure having you guys along for the ride!

Now, for our 5 winners.

The first winner to announce is the winner of the Mod's Choice poll! The Mod's choice poll is the "least important" of all the polls, as it has the least amount of contestants (this one had the last of any of the previous Mod's Choice polls) and are nominated simply based on which ones I like, but it holds a special place in my heart regardless.

This time, the winner was Sayaka Miki from Puella Magi Madoka Magica, who was also notable for being the runner-up for the Loser's Bracket. While I'm not as big of a fan of Madoka Magica as I used to be, I still love Sayaka, so it was delightful for her to do so well in the Mod's Choice poll & almost win the Loser's Bracket. Congratulations Sayaka and Sayaka fans!

But while Sayaka was the runner-up for the Loser's Bracket, she was not the actual Loser's Bracket winner. That honor goes to Mira from Dimension 20: Neverafter. While I haven't ever listened to Dimension 20, I was pretty about to see her take the win. After one Dimension 20 character won Red Riding Poll, no character from it ranked at all in Cinderpoll or in the main tournament for Little Merpoll, which is why I was glad to see Dimension 20 make a comeback for this Loser's Bracket. Mira's design is pretty cool, too, I love the pirate look. Congratulations for the win!

NOW, onto the MAIN TOURNAMENT WINNERS...

For our two bronze-place winners it's The Little Mermaid from the original Hans Christian Andersen fairytale & Ariel from Disney's The Little Mermaid 1989! To my surprise, it was actually the first time both the original fairytale and the Disney adaptation ranked! Honestly, these are some pretty good ones to rank, too. The original fairytale is a great read (and super short, so if anyone hasn't read it already, you should go do so) being both beautiful and poignantly tragic. Whereas the Disney adaptation holds up surprisingly well and is a beautiful piece of animation. Congratulations to these two bronze-place winners!

For the runner-up of the tournament is Bug from Starship by Team Starkid! I know that Team Starkid is very popular in certain parts of the Internet & the Starship itself did very well, but even then it felt like Bug was an underdog going up against giants like Disney, Studio Ghibli, and the original fairytale the tournament is based on, so I have to congratulate this guy for getting so far regardless! Good job, and I hope your fans are happy for you getting the silver!

Now, finally, the moment of truth-- the winner of the Little Merpoll, the certified best Little Mermaid as voted by Tumblr--

CONGRATULATIONS TO PONYO FROM STUDIO GHIBLI'S PONYO!

I watched this movie for the first time during the course of the tournament and it is truly a breathtaking marvel of animation, one of the best visuals I've ever seen for a movie ever. I will quote the propaganda submitted for Ponyo and say this little ham-loving girl deserved the win simply for the fact that there is no force more powerful than 5-year-old girls!!!

Our next tournament will be Best/Worst Modern Fairytale Adaptations. I'll open submissions up after a short hiatus, as I am in midst finals & will be graduating soon, which will take up most of my time in the next 2 weeks. See you for the next tournament at the end of May!

[hard-core-super-star]

Ngl, being able to edit things here is cool, other media don't have this option so all you have to do is delete or slowly die every time you remember that mistake🥲

WELL– in that case it would be really fun to see Yelena just being a big softie to reader and end up getting caught by her friends doing so, then everyone would make fun of her or something (it would probably be their last time making fun of something in their lives, poor souls.

I saw that you still have things to write, so no hurry (and good luck with all this-). Also, Your writing is really good so it will be good anyway, but I'm sure you'll get it!

passive-aggressive magic tricks [Y.Belova]

pairing: yelena belova x reader

summary: a fun game night with your friends takes a turn when they realize how much of a soft dork the russian turns into when she's around you.

warnings: none, i think [except peter being verbally attacked every other paragraph lmao]; so much dialogue; a weirdly written game of uno; just...so much chaos; never written for yelena before so feel free to yell at me if she's too ooc in this one

wordcount: 1.2k

a/n: this gif makes me feel things gonna start this off by saying that this is meant to be romantic but you can read it as platonic if you want. i know everyone has an opinion on yelena's sexuality and not everyone will agree with mine and that's okay! [just don't be a jerk about it. i personally think yelena is a demiromantic asexual so do with that what you will] ALSO, this is so chaotic and borderline nonsensical and you can blame 🌟 for making me think about yelena playing uno that one time. ALSO ALSO, thank you for the vote of confidence, lovely anon, this was actually really fun to write and i hope you enjoy <3

* * * * * * *

“This sucks,” Kate declares with a pout.

“Don’t be such a crybaby, Kate Bishop.” Yelena’s words only make the archer’s pout deepen which makes the whole situation feel even more ridiculous.

“Yeah, Kate,” you jump in. “You’re the one who started talking shit in the first place.”

An offended gasp escapes her lips at your accusation. “I wasn’t talking shit! I was being honest about my skills.”

This time, Peter cuts in before the blonde gets a chance to make fun of the archer again. “Guys, I thought we decided against Monopoly so we wouldn’t fight.”

“Fighting is Yelena’s love language,” you reply with a shrug.

You pretend not to notice the way the Russian’s lips quirk up into a small smile and instead focus on Kate and her awful decision-making skills. It takes her a few extra seconds and she still manages to choose the most annoying card in her hand.

“It took you two minutes to throw in a plus-four?” Peter questions, clearly doing his best to not sound judgemental.

“Shut up and take the cards, Pete.”

The boy grumbles something you don’t quite catch but Kate is quick to punch him in the arm, earning herself a kick to the shin. Their dynamic is certainly…interesting and you can’t stop yourself from wondering how much of it comes from being two only children attempting to one-up each other.

Yelena leans in toward you, pretending to whisper. “Why are we hanging out with them again?”

The pair clearly overhears her considering both the glare and the pout that gets thrown your way. You merely shrug in response, attempting to shield your cards from her expert gaze. “It’s…entertaining, I guess.”

“You guys are jerks,” Kate says, speaking the thoughts Peter is far too nice to vocalize. (It’s definitely not because he’s terrified of getting on Yelena’s bad side.)

“And you suck at Uno.”

She rolls her eyes at you but decides not to reply. The small moment of silence allows Peter to take his turn and the game continues…until Yelena decides to betray you.

You’re not fully paying attention to the strategies each one of your companions is forming which means you don’t realize it when they decide to team up against you.

You’re only four cards away from winning and the blonde beside you can’t stop herself from sneaking a look at your deck. Kate somehow manages to catch her in the act and the two stare each other down until the archer raises an eyebrow, silently asking to be a part of the Russian’s plan.

A plan that quickly leads to Kate placing down another plus-four card and Peter being thrown one of Yelena’s under the table. 

“We can stack, right?” He asks, mainly in an attempt to keep you from noticing what they’re doing.

“Yeah, that’s fine,” you reply with a shrug. “Just don’t be surprised when Yelena pulls out a knife from her boot.”

The joke gets a few chuckles, and a slightly concerned look from the young Avenger. 

“Do not worry, Spider-Boy, I promised y/n I wouldn’t threaten you…again.”

“Right…” Peter’s clearly not convinced but he throws in his card anyway.

You turn to face Yelena with a smug smirk. “Sorry, babe, but it looks like I’m on my way to winning this round.”

“You sound like Kate Bishop.” She playfully rolls her eyes at you but the glint in her eyes shows off more amusement than annoyance. “I hope you handle losing better than she does, though.”

“Hey!” You and the archer both voice your protests, albeit for different reasons, as the blonde slams down the last plus-four card needed to ensure you won’t win any time soon.

This time around, she’s the one who looks at you with a smug grin but you’re too busy being dramatic to fully appreciate how good she looks when she’s being competitive. It’s genuinely just a stupid card game and yet you pull out all the tricks you’ve learned over the past few months to get the Russian to melt into the huge softie she is at heart.

“Oh, come on, that was mean.” You pull on your best impression of Kate’s wounded puppy dog look. A look that includes slightly wide eyes and an incredibly deep pout.

A pout Yelena has never been good at resisting. (But only when it comes to you, much to the archer’s dismay)

She, literally and figuratively, keeps her cards close to her chest but you catch the way her free hand twitches slightly, almost as if she’s fighting to keep herself from touching you. It’s strange how affectionate she wants to be with you when she’s always been the first to pull away from a hug, the first one to scoot away when someone sits too close. 

Being guarded had always felt like second nature to her until you came along.

Her hand reaches out before she can stop it, landing on your knee and giving it a soft yet reassuring squeeze. It's a subtle reminder that underneath all her sarcasm and the rough edges, she cares about you. A lot more than she ever thought herself capable of.

“It’s just a game, sweetheart.” The words are a mere whisper but somehow the person with the worst attention span you’ve ever seen manages to overhear them.

“Did you just call y/n ‘sweetheart’?” Kate blurts out, clearly far too shocked to worry about her safety. “You actually have feelings?”

“Wait, did she really say that?” Peter’s slightly more cautious but there’s both awe in curiosity shining in his brown eyes.

“I heard her!”

“I think you hit your head too hard on your last mission, Bishop,” you reply, trying to steer the conversation away the second Yelena starts glaring at your friends.

Despite all her other skills, Kate is still awful at reading the room so instead of accepting the safety you’re offering, she decides to be stubborn like always. “Don’t lie to me, y/n, I know what I heard. Yelena’s just a big-”

“A big what?” The blonde cuts in with the most threatening glare she can manage. Which, considering she’s an ex-assassin, is quite effective at shutting the archer up.

“Um…” You can practically see the wheels spinning in the brunette’s head as she tries to come up with something different to say. She clearly fails based on the words that come out. “A big softie..?”

“Oh, Kate,” you sigh. “You’re never going to learn to stop poking the bear, huh?”

“What do you mean?” 

Her confusion lasts for about a second before Yelena shoots up from the couch and lunges toward her. The archer gets the message pretty quickly after that, expertly ducking out of the way and taking off running in the direction of the bathroom.

All you can do is laugh and shake your head as the Russian chases after her. “Go easy on her, babe!”

“Yeah, Yelena, listen to your girlfriend!”

“Kate!” You and the Russian yell out at the same time, leading to a fit of giggles belonging to the biggest instigator you've ever met.

"So much for a chill game night," Peter mumbles, placing his cards onto the coffee table. "You're gonna go help Kate out, right?"

You shrug. "I'll think about it."

[ofmdrecaps]

07/03/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; Rhys Darby; Taika Waititi; Leslie Jones; Ruibo Qian; Dominic Burgess; Samba Schutte; Logie Awards; AdoptOurCrew; Auxillery Wardrobe Zine; Teal Oranges & Garlic Soup Week Spotlight Cont'd; Fan Spotlight; Love Notes; Daily Darby/Today's Taika

New month, new blog! Thanks everyone, as you probably can tell there's a new blog for the recaps! I'm doing this to allow for some more silly shenanigans to happen on my main, but also keep the recaps available and more easily accessible to those who want them! For the first few weeks I'll be reblogging them from main, but then will eventually move to just here so as not to overwhelm anyone following. Thanks so much for reading! I love doing these and I was actually surprised how many people followed! I didn't realize so many people were reading, so tysm that warms my heart and made my day!

== Rhys Darby ==

Rhys will be join Baron Vaughn and Rory Scovel on AfterMidnight with Taylor Tomlinson on July 8th, 3 PM PST in Los Angelos, CA! Are you in the area? You can request tickets on their website!

Source: 1iota's Instagram

Next up-- Peacock has posted an exclusive clip of the upcoming The Hungry Games: Alaska's Big Bear Challenge-- starring the voice of our very own Rhys Darby!

== Taika Waititi ==

Awesome new promo for Time Bandits! I'm gonna keep reminding you because I'm actually super psyched for this. July 24th on Apple TV!

Source: Matt_Grace_Photography

== Leslie Jones ==

Leslie out with the LA Sparks! <3 Also, did you know Leslie will be voicing a character in the New Hulu series Hit Monkey? I didn't know! New seasons starts July 15th!

Source: LA Sparks IG / JoshuaGordon

== Ruibo Qian ==

Our Pirate Queen is going to be taking on the role of Ms. Sherlock Holmes in Ms.Holmes & Ms.Watson in APT 2B at the Old Globe Theatre in San Deigo CA! You can buy tickets for July 27th, opening day -- or any of the showings here!

Source: OldGlobeTheatre Instagram

== Dominic Burgess ==

Dominic is gracing us once again with cat pics. I love it <3

Source: Dominic Burgess' Twitter

== Samba Schutte ==

More pictures with Samba at Dancing with Fire LA with the cast / crew of Advanced Chemistry!

Source: alecmoore219's Instagram

== Logie Award Nominations ==

REMINDER! Our beloved Mads, aka Eddie Redcliffe in Deadloch, aka The Baddest MF in Tasmania, has been nominated for a 2024 Logie for Best Lead Actress! So was Kate Box, her costar, and Deadloch was nominated for Best Scripted Comedy Program!

-- and guess what? It's done by vote! If you feel so inclined, please take a moment to go and vote for our dear Archie/Deadloch (or Dulcie whomever you'd like)! https://vote.tvweeklogies.com.au/ Note: You do need to use your email to submit, just FYI!

== Adopt Our Crew ==

Looks like something exciting will be coming soon from @adoptourcrew! I think I might have an idea what it may be related to...

Source: Adopt Our Crew Twitter

== Auxiliary Wardrobe Zine ==

There's a new non-profit charity zine starting up-- in honor of our beloved Captain Stede and OFMD!

"From his flamboyant coats to his sword-slashed shirts, we want to celebrate EVERY way that Stede and fashion come together! Whether this be a canon look you're fond of, his job as a luxury fashion designer in an AU, or Stede in a style of clothing you personally love (or lack of clothing… pinups anyone?!) we encourage contributors to make this prompt their own. This zine will be a digital-only PDF and will consist of a SFW edition and a NSFW edition featuring fanart and fanfic. All proceeds for the zine will go to Care for Gaza."

Want to learn more? You can visit their carrd.co below for scheduling and FAQ's!

Info & FAQ: https://auxiliarywardrobezine.carrd.co

Artist & Writer Signups will start July 6, 2024!

Follow them on Instagram and Twitter!

Source: The Auxiliary Wardrobe: A Stede Bonnet Zine

== Teal Oranges & Garlic Soup Week Spotlights ==

Teal Oranges & Garlic Soup Week may be over, but that doesn't mean the spotlights have to end! Tonight we have the fantastic @hameko1019! I absolutely adore her style and use of color! You can check her work out on Hameko1019's Twitter! Thank you again to @garlicsoupweek for the wonderful prompts!

Day 1 / Day 2 / Day 3 / Day 4 / Day 5 / Day 6 / Day 7 / Bonus

Source: Hameko1019's Twitter

== Fan Spotlight ==

= Cast Cards =

Tonight's cast card by our fantastic @melvisik is Jordan Feldman who "was listed as 'Heavily Made-Up Man' in The Best Revenge is Dressing Well."

Source: @melvisik's Twitter

== Love Notes ==

Well lovelies, you've made it half way through another week. Only half more to go-- for those of you in the UK, good luck at the elections! For those in the US, tomorrow is July 4th, and while I know there are mixed feelings this year in the US, please remember to take some time to relax and enjoy a day off if you have it.

You're doing so very well friends. There is SO much going on in the world, so much going on in the fandom, so much going on in your lives. But you are still kicking, and I'm so very proud of you for that. If you need to take a break-- do it. Give yourself some grace and get some rest, the world will still be there in a few days. If you've already done that and you're taking some time to yourself-- great job-- you deserve it. Remember that we will still be here, and we will still love you when you get back. Ed and Stede? Still in love when you get back. They're off terrorising some poor patron of their Inn with stories of being gut stabbed, or forcing them to watch a puppet show they came up with.

You're kicking ass at whatever struggles you are dealing with right now-- give yourself time to celebrate the fact you're surviving them. Rest well lovelies, see you soon <3

== Daily Darby / Today's Taika ==

Tonight's theme is these two goof balls singing. Someone help me find Taika singing Queen, cause then we'll have some gif smushes <3 Tonight's gifs courtesy of @celluloidbroomcloset and @eddie-redcliffe!!

[fruitcoops]

i just reread "big head" and laughed my ass off, will you do another ego award one pretty pleeeeeaseee? (only if you want of course :))

One of my favorites! Character credit goes to @lumosinlove <3

(Part 1: Big Head)

“The 2022-2023 hockey season has officially wrapped,” Talker announced as he walked backward down the hallway of Gryffindor Arena. “This team had a run for the history books and everyone is so proud—and so grateful—to have such outstanding fans there with us every step of the way. We truly could not have done it without you.

“As a ‘thank you’ for everything you’ve done for us this year, we’d like to continue a very special end-of-season tradition: the Ego Award. Some of you may recall our reigning champion, Heartthrob O’Hara himself, and his fabulously embarrassing stories from last year.” He paused just outside the locker room with a significant look toward the camera. “Those may be big shoes to fill, but rest assured we have found the one person who can literally and figuratively get the job done. Behold.”

He swept the door open with one hand and chaos spilled out in a rush.

“Read it! Read it! Read it!” half the room chanted.

“Eat it! Eat it! Eat it!” the other half cheered.

“I can’t,” came Leo’s distressed answer, red all the way from his ears to his neck as he gripped a wrinkled piece of notebook paper. “You guys, this is such a—”

“Gentlemen!” The room fell silent as Talker spread his arms with a wide smile. “Welcome to the 2023 Ego Award, hosted by yours truly and bestowed upon our sweet baby net angel, the Nutcracker.”

“It’s Knut,” Leo said miserably. “Like the lizard.”

“Hush, Crunchy Peanut Butter. Do you have your punishment prepared?”

Leo turned baleful eyes on the camera. He looked rather like a puppy that had been put outside in the rain, hunched in his stall and surrounded by his carrion-bird teammates. “Save me.”

“Saviors are for the humble. You, sir, were voted off that island. Read.”

“Oh, god,” Leo mumbled under his breath as he unfolded the paper. In the corner of the frame, Finn watched him with unhindered glee. “My name is Leo Knut, and these are my top five most humbling moments with the Gryffindor Lions. Because clearly I don’t suffer enough for this team.”

“Keep that up and you’re getting the Potty Mouth Award, too,” Talker warned.

“You can’t—” Leo rolled his eyes. “Fine. Number five: trying to drink out of the wrong side of my waterbottle.”

“How many times?” Finn prompted eagerly.

“Once.”

A chorus of protests rose up—Leo pressed his lips into a thin line.

“Nine times. Shut up. Number four: losing a kitten in my shirt when we had a shelter visit."

"Two kittens," Sirius corrected. "One went up your pant leg."

"Oh my god, can you not?"

“That one was delightful,” Kasey agreed, nodding along. “Just—honestly, one of my favorite memories.”

Leo smoothed the edge of the page, nose wrinkling like he had smelled something unpleasant. “Is it too late to eat the paper?”

Remus tsked. “We gave you a chance. Not our fault you chose the most painful path.”

A rogue socked foot came into frame and poked Leo on the shin. “Read, Butterball.”

“Number three,” Leo continued, tilting his face to the ceiling in a clear bid for strength. “Getting stuck jumping the boards, falling back onto the ice, slipping when I got up again, and only making it over successfully with the help of two different people dragging me over the edge.”

“Like hauling a bag of bricks,” Logan mused from his place on the floor.

Dumo nodded solemnly. “Or a dead bear.”

“Slip a disc about it, Grandpa,” Leo quipped before glancing to Talker. “If I read the next one without eating this paper, can I skip the last one?”

“No,” the rest of the team answered in perfect unison.

“We all go through trying times,” Finn said with a pat to Leo’s knee. “Look on the bright side: at least it isn’t me this year!”

Leo stared at him for a long, silent moment.

“You astound me,” he said at last.

“Thank you.”

“That’s not a compliment.”

“I’m taking it as one.”

“How did I end up with this award?” He looked around the team with a lost expression. “How is it not Ginger Spice every goddamn year?”

“Because we have to switch it up so we can trauma-bond over mutual humiliation,” Talker informed him. “Also, you’re a little fucker and you can’t hide it from the good people of Gryffindor forever.”

Leo shook his head, but turned back to his notes. “Number two: leaving the ice baths to get my Gatorade, then slipping and falling in my own puddle on the way back.” He closed his eyes. “And spilling the entire bottle of Gatorade on myself. And slipping in that as well.”

“It’s important to me that people know you just laid there for, like, five full seconds,” Kasey added.

“Thanks.”

“Any time, Honeynut Cheerios.”

“After I’m done, can someone bury me under the net? I want to haunt you all for making me do this.”

Several noises of assent followed and Leo nodded.

“Cool. Sweet. I love this for myself.” He cleared his throat and leaned his elbows on his knees. “Number one: I underestimated the weight of my new gear, sat on a stool, and fell backwards off it. I took six and a half people down with me like a bowling ball wrapped in Velcro and foam. Every second of it was caught on camera and replayed through commercial breaks, then late-night television. Harzy, will you do the honors?”

“Of course, Bodacious Nutacious.”

Leo held his arms up and Finn scooped him over his shoulder with a grin as the room erupted into whoops, hollers, and applause. The camera followed the stream of players out and down the hallway; Talker stepped into frame once more, craning his neck to watch Leo and Finn disappear around the corner.

“Thanks for joining us for another year, Lions,” he laughed. “We look forward to so many more. Stay humble!”

[felixravinstills]

I saw an earlier post about Felix poisoning President Ravinstill and it somehow making things even worse.

Tentatively, I'd like to slide forward this suggestion: Felix as President. Or at least as a presidential candidate.

Except he's doing everything to slide the votes to literally anyone else. (It's not working) EVERYTHING he does to make his odds worse comically backfires and ends up endearing him even more to the citizens.

Coriolanus is fuming. None of his poison attempts are working. (Unbeknownst to him, anything poisoned ends up with Clemmie and she has no idea it's poisoned either, so she's going about her day, unbothered by the poison that she's just consumed)

Wow! This is great! It weaponizes my tendency to torture Felix for good (he gets to fail upwards)!

I just spitballed a few ideas below... Just the idea of Felix failing upward is so funny!

Hilarius and Festus fully expecting either Coriolanus or Felix's cousin to win the presidency decide to jokingly write him in as a candidate during the primaries. A lot of their former classmates decide to do this as well, because why not?

There are now three top candidates for the President of Panem.

The only other person who hates the idea of Felix becoming president in this AU more than Felix is President Ravinstill who fears that the office will take away the best parts of his nephew.

He suggest that Felix announce that any supporters he has instead vote for Felix's cousin, Marius. There's a press conference and Felix does so,

Their combined Ravinstill "luck" means that Marius sees the press conference, bursts into tears, and announces that he is actually stepping down to support his "baby cousin" whom he would now like to get to know better.

Marius and Felix's other cousin, Gnaeus, sign on as Felix's advisors and their supporters are quick to back Felix

All over the Capitol, men and women are touched by this display of familial support and maybe decide to vote Ravinstill for that reason.

(I don't think the Districts are allowed to vote for the president if we're being honest here... or maybe certain Capitolites sway those votes. Like maybe the Creeds offer food and other benefits if their candidate wins, so it incentives District 7 to vote a certain direction?)

In an effort to lose support, Felix declares that he's stopping the Hunger Games, because he hates fun (hoping to lose the younger demographic of voters who have grown up with them and love the Games). He states it was a big mistake of his Great-Uncle's administration (he's hoping to lose the traditionalist/older Ravinstill supporters.)

This starts a movement of anti-Game Capitolites who start framing the Games as childish which somehow gains a lot of traction.

His second statement actually sparks self-reflection through a sheer miracle, and older Capitolites start going "they are kind of barbaric, aren't they?"

Pres. Ravinstill would be more upset about how badly their plan to not get Felix elected is going (and also his nephew lowkey throwing shade at his administration) if Gaul five seconds away from throttling him at any given moment.

Coriolanus loses support as he built up his popularity on his Gamemaking experience

Clemensia's been getting a lot of treats lately because she's been helping Felix straighten out an ending the Games plan since it looks like he'll win.

If the Districts can vote, they definitely vote for Felix now that there is a potential end to the Games on the table.

"Here, Clemmie! You've been such a great help! Have some tea! And sweets!" "But you haven't had any? "I'll have some right after I go into the other room and read this live on TV!" "Felix, this says that District 13 is actually not destroyed, and that the government lied to everyone in order to end the war faster, leaving many in financial ruin?" "Yup. Everyone will hate this!" *the next day* Headline: District 13 Wishes to Rejoin Panem Due to the Bravery and Candor of Its Young Future President Coriolanus rips the paper.

Thanks for sending this idea! Always happy to see Felix ideas!

[birdofdawning]

Le Poison des Pierreries

Two women kissing in nature, by Georges Rochegrosse (1859-1938).

This is such a sweet picture. I’ve seen it pop up a few times on Tumblr.

And now I am going to ruin it. But then I’m going to try and unruin it! However, if you just want two girls kissing in nature then scroll on by and vote in some polls. It’s all good.

So this is an illustration from 1903 French novelette Le Poison des Pierreries (The Poisoned Stones) The two characters kissing are the Princess Alilat (the tall brunette) and the Prince Sparyanthis (the blond). Sparyanthis is eighteen years old and we weren’t yet at the point where we required super-buffness to indicate masculinity, so the artist depicts him as a pretty youth. But don’t stop reading! Because 1.) this is a tale of eroticism, revenge, obsession, and treacherous murder by sorcery, and who doesn’t love all that? and 2.) there is nothing straight about this couple or this novel.

Also, 3.) it’s pretty sexy. So, you know. Be aware fellow asexuals.

Le Poison des Pierreries was written by the author and essayist Camille Mauclair for his friend the Orientalist Georges Rochegrosse to illustrate. Orientalism was very pretty but very, very problematic and if you don’t know why you can easily find out by doing a search.

(BTW I am not an expert on textual analysis or art history, or queer and gender theory, and know almost nothing about the French language — when I get stuff wrong feel free to let me know! I’m sure at the very least there are lots of classical allusions I’m missing.)

Also: there’s some implied lack of consent in this story.

The novelette tells of the distant city of Etesia. It is ruled by two brothers, the doughty warrior Cimmérion and the beautiful, decadent Sparyanthis. They are really really fond of each other. But in a way that wasn’t a big deal in 1903.

Cimmérion arrives home from war with the beautiful princess Alilat whom he has forced into marriage. Alilat is now the last of her house, thanks to Cimmérion, because he’s slaughtered everyone she ever knew, and she has opinions about this. Despite Sparyanthis’ best intentions, Alilat beguiles him, and they begin having an affair while Cimmérion is away hunting each day. ‘Two women kissing in nature’ is the moment when Sparyanthis finally gives in to his desire for Alilat.

But Alilat is (understandably) after revenge for herself and her people, and she uses her sorceries to bring a strange malady upon Cimmérion that robs him of his strength. At the same time she relishes the agonies of guilt Sparyanthis feels over his ongoing betrayal of his beloved brother.

Eventually everyone dies!

But until that happens there is a lot of queer sex going on.

The Queerness

So we can try and read this story as someone from 1903, or we can read it as someone from today. In 1903 it’s a story of masculinity as a vital, conquering, barbarous force versus femininity as a languid, yielding, civilising… perhaps too civilising… influence. A healthy nation was thought to be warlike and ever-expanding. Old civilizations — like the ancient nations of the East — were regarded as rich but dwindling due to becoming too decadent; their sexual mores (which the West took a not at all creepy interest in; c.f. Richard Burton) were held to be intriguing but Not The Done Thing. A proper western couple — one (1) man + one (1) woman, married — had quick, penetrative sex and then went to sleep or something idk. This is how Cimmérion takes Alilat, and she loathes him for it (there’s a line about her ‘being thrown down upon the couch of the conqueror’ and having to endure his caresses). Real men are too busy hunting or making war or running kingdoms to bother much about girls.

But Sparyanthis is quite a different sort of person from his dull brother. He wanders around the palace in women’s clothes having sex with whoever he finds; the explicit incidents are with women, but there are plenty of young men in the illustrations. And everyone is down with it because the Etesians are known for two things: war and having A LOT of sex, never mind with who (at one point Spary can seek out Aliat at night because all the servants are busy making out with all the soldiers in alcoves).

Both in words and illustrations Mauclair and Rochegrosse suggest Sparyanthis is a young woman. He is ‘more beautiful that all the maidens of that country’. He is frequently described as wearing women’s robes, or of being naked except for his jewellery. He is languid and wanton (not vigorous and virile like Cimmérion), with golden tresses and soft, white limbs. There are suggestions that he is sometimes rouged or kohl-eyed, but I don’t trust my translation enough to say for sure. He lays around on couches and beds a lot, and delves into non-manly stuff like magic and secret knowledge. There’s much made of how devoted to each other the two brothers are because of their differences. Soft, white Sparyanthis idolises tanned, brawny, bearded Cimmérion, and Cimmérion ‘adores Sparyanthis’ beautiful body’.

Alilat, meanwhile, is not an Etesian and is accustomed to wearing sombre modest clothing (there is a scene where Sparyanthis invites her to one of his afternoon gambols, and when everyone strips off and starts making out Alilat remains in her black robes and pointedly focuses only on her host, Sparyanthis, and he wonders what’s going on). But once she seduces Sparyanthis, she starts playing with gender too: she frequently meets him dressed in masculine clothes, while he is still in his woman’s garments. She is a vital force, determined as she is to achieve her revenge, and this is juxtaposed with Sparyanthis’ languorous attitude. She is compared to a hunter, and him to the quarry.

Alilat explicitly cannot stand the touch of a man, so she's having an affair with the beautiful, voluptuous Sparyanthis... because neither her nor the story considers him a man.

She intends to destroy both Cimmérion and the city of Etesia, and she takes a devilish glee in how tortured with guilt Sparyanthis is, but she does seem to be as sexually obsessed with him as he is with her. And there are moments of maternal kindness too, where she fondly treats Spary like a younger sister.

So while in 1903 it’s a story of what city-destroying calamities happen when men and women don’t follow their natures or whatever, today it reads like messed up queer people having a lot of queer sex. And I think it’s definitely much more fun to read it that way.

The Sex

So I am asexual and modern sex stuff doesn’t really do much for me. But, tell you what, 1903 veiled door sex knows what it’s about.

Everyone is having great sex here, and it’s implied that because of all this sensuality the kingdom is doomed to fall: the ‘warm voluptuousness’ is ‘softening the men’. You just can’t run a country while everyone’s fucking all the time, and Mauclair is here to tell you all about how bad an idea it is.

No sex is ever described (though it’s taking place in the background of at least one illustration), so the excitement is all in the set-up: Alilat abducts and fucks Sparyanthis while dressed as one of his own archers (“and seized him with the audacity of a soldier taking a weak, conquered Syrian”). A bearded magician approaches Sparyanthis while he is studying the stars in his chambers and traces on the ground with a wand the symbol for an astrological union, and then the 'magician' opens her robe enough to reveal her breasts and they have sex with Alilat still wearing her false beard. I mean

They met in secret caves and rut like beasts, howling, then sit in the throne room in their official robes and give each other secret looks (which, to be fair, is kind of like every new love affair).

Sadly there are no illustrations of any of this! I guess Rochegrosse just wanted to draw beautiful youths embracing and had no time for Mauclair's gender-switching antics, and I think that's a shame.

Anyway, because Cimmérion has laid hands upon Alilat without her permission she has come up with a very particular murder scheme. She tells Sparyanthis that Cimmérion prefers to take her ‘naked save all her jewellery’ and so she enchants her jewellery to burn away his vitality while it caresses his bare skin — the Poisoned Stones of the story’s title. The very act of sex brings about the stoic Cimmérion's murder.

Everyone in Etesia is making out with everyone else, and Cimmérion’s and Alilat’s marriage seems to be the only expected exception to all this polyamoury or so you would think. But then comes the kicker at the end: as Cimmérion lies on his death bed he tells Sparyanthis and Alilat that he knew all about their secret love the whole time and he was totally okay with it: they should carry on with his blessing. Sparyanthis is not okay about that. But too late, bud.

Anyway, not two women kissing in nature, but — I think — two genderqueer people kissing in nature. Read it for yourself! It’s really short!

(Okay, so this is too long already, but Alilat is just so cool. She sends dreams to Spary and begins seducing him before they've even met.

There’s this whole bit where she summons up a spirit of fire from the underworld to infuse her jewellery with wicked magics, and Sparyanthis is like “Do we need to use sorcery? Can’t we just stab him?” and Alilat says “Don’t be such a nerd, Sparyanthis, I wanna do it with evil sex.”

And there’s also another part where she’s wondering about how it will all turn out once Cimmérion is dead, and she’s thinking that maybe she’ll usurp the throne, but then again maybe she’ll just destroy the kingdom and then ride out across the desert as it falls, laughing, and then she’ll go to the mountains and establish her own country of sorceresses and she will be their queen.

And hey, maybe the Alilat who ‘died’ was only a simulacrum and the real Alilat did just that. I hope so, people should just leave a girl alone.)

[theresnoturningback]

YEAR ONE – SUMMER – SWEET PEAS

A/N: She's got a name! Thanks to everyone who voted because I really couldn't decide by myself...and it's such a pretty name, too!

Okay, so things are slow but I'm taking every free moment I have to write. As usual, if you like it, please consider reblogging. It means the world to me.

Writing for Abby was very fun. I think she's very underrated.

I'm trying to make these short so they're easy to read and write.

word count: 1151, not proof read

Dahlia woke up early that morning with a detailed list of the things she had to do. First, clear up a small portion of land so she could prepare the soil to plant the parsnips Lewis gave her the previous day.

“Well, that wasn’t so hard” she said with a tired smile once she was done. A long sigh escaped her mouth as she sat down on the thin steps of her porch. She looked back at her new home. It certainly smelled worse than the apartment she used to rent; it was clearly abandoned after her grandpa died. Even though Lewis and Robin did their best to prepare it for her arrival, the signs of neglect were hiding in plain sight. At least this place was hers. Having it fixed was a challenge she was determined to overcome.

A rumble in her stomach stopped her train of thought. She headed back inside and opened the fridge “Oh, right” She grimaced “I forgot to buy food when I got here”

After washing up, she made her way to town. Robin told her there was a JojaMart crossing the bridge, but she could get better quality items in a place called Pierre’s General Store. Her farm was relatively close to the rest of the town. She decided to take the path that led to the bus station, since it was the most familiar. She stopped for a couple of minutes to pick some sweet peas to decorate the old basket she found by her chimney.

When she finally made it to the store, she noticed a sign hanging from the door.

“Of course it’s closed” Dahlia huffed and turned around with her arms crossed in front of her. She was already starting to feel too tired to wander around town trying to find the JojaMart Robin told her about.

Suddenly, a little bell chime made her turn around and a purple haired girl bumped into her, making her drop her basket full of sweet peas.

“Oh- sorry! Are you okay? Let me help you with that” They both put the flowers back in the basket

“Yeah, sorry about that too, I shouldn’t be in the way” she offered her a sweet pea in gratitude

“Thank you” She said accepting her gift

“I’m Dahlia”

 “Oh, that’s right…I heard someone new was moving onto that old farm. I’m Abigail, by the way. Are you taking a break from work?”

“Um, kind of…my fridge is empty, so I wanted to do some shopping, but the store is closed”

“Don’t worry, we open at 9. It should be open anytime now”

“We?”

“Yeah, my dad is Pierre from Pierre’s General Store…” Abigail shrugged and laughed sheepishly

“Oh, I see” Dahlia laughed along “So, I’ll be able to have lunch after all”

“He closes on Wednesdays, though. If you get hungry you can always drop by the Saloon”

“The Saloon? What’s that?”

“The Stardrop Saloon. It’s right across the store” She pointed to a rather big building “In the heart of the town, you can’t miss it”

“So, they have good food there?”

“You bet! Gus is the best, you must try the spicy eel, it’s delicious!”

“I’ve never had eel, it sounds slimy”

“Don’t knock it till you tried it” Abigail’s eyes suddenly widened “I have an idea. Why don’t you join us? I’ll introduce you to my friends!”

“What, now?” Dahlia looked down at her dirty clothes.

“No, no…Friday evening, we all hang out there, it’s kind of like a Friday tradition, I guess…”

“I guess I can—”

“No, there’s nothing to think about. Just be there” Abigail insisted “You’ll have fun, I promise”

“Okay, then” Dahlia gave in.

Behind them, a tall man turned a small sign to indicate the store was now open.

“I guess you can go in now. I must go anyway. It was nice meeting you, Dahlia. Thanks for the sweet pea, I’ll eat it on the way!” Abigail turned around and started walking away.

Did she just say she’ll eat a flower? Dahlia frowned, looking down at her basket. She picked one and put it in her mouth figuring it wouldn’t do any harm to try something now.

“Well, she’s either a liar, a joker, or a crazy person” She mumbled after she spat it out.

“She’s certainly a bit of everything” A voice spoke behind her. Dahlia turned around to see the same man who opened the store

“Ah, you must be Abigail’s father” She smiled, a little embarrassed.

“I’m Pierre, owner of this store” He nodded.

“I’m Dahlia, I moved in a couple of days ago from the city”

“Mrs. Dahlia! The new farmer! Come in, come in, the store is open” He led her inside the building.

“Miss Dahlia is fine. I’m not that old, and certainly not married” She laughed. Once inside, she took in the sweet aromas and intense colors of the different seasonal fruits and vegetables “Wow…I can only hope to grow these kinds of beauties one day!”

“Well, if you're looking for seeds, my shop is the place to go. I'll also buy produce from you for a good price! A little agriculture could really inject new life into the local economy!”

“I don’t think I’ll harvest in a long time, though. I only have some parsnips in there”

“Don’t worry about that, you’ll see the fruits of your labor sooner than later. Trust me” Pierre stood behind the counter “Now, what do you need?”

“You see, I’m a little short on funds” She confessed “and I need seeds. Do you have something that’s, you know, affordable?”

“Sure thing, we have the best prices in town. Can I interest you in some pepper seeds for 40g?”

“Two, please” A rumble in her stomach reminded her of what she really wanted. “I’m going to need some ingredients as well: Rice, oil…flour, sugar…do you have any eggs?”

“Sorry, we’re out of eggs right now, but you can talk to Marnie, she’s our primary provider.” He took out a map of the town and showed her a point near a forest “She lives not far from here”

“I live just across that forest”

“So, there’s no way you’ll get lost. Take the map, just in case” He folded the piece of paper and handed it to her. He took a box from behind the counter “Take his, too. It’s fertilizer, it’ll make your work easier, just remember to mix it with the tilled soil before planting your seeds”

“You’re too generous, thank you very much” Dahlia took out the flowers out of her small basket and pushed her purchases in it “I’ll be back for that beauty soon” She laughed, glancing at a leather backpack.

“You’re always welcome, have a nice day!”

She walked towards her house, ready to cook some rice and continuing clearing the farm to prepare a good soil for her new crops.

[theofficersacademy]

Happy October! This month is a relatively calm one on the official side of things, so take the time to get caught up on threads or plan out ways to celebrate the autumn season.

Housekeeping

Current Month in TOA: Harpstring Moon

Thank you again to everyone who submitted and voted on our anniversary mission tasks! We’ve added new prompts for the skill points with the most votes. Check them out here!

Due to a lack of entries, the 2nd TOA zine will not at this point in time be moving forward. We may try again in the future if there looks to be enough interest.

Don't forget to take a moment to fill out this month's feedback form! But please read the section below first.

Other

The mod team is constantly working to improve TOA's combat, even when combat events are not actively happening. One of the big things that we've noticed tripping everyone up is the speed stat.

From the combat manual:

A character’s Speed affects their opponent’s accuracy, similar to Avoid, but interacts directly with an opponent’s current Speed. When two units enter combat, the character with the highest Speed will be designated as the character holding the Speed stat, but the other character’s Speed will be added to or subtracted from that number. For example, Character A has +4 Speed and attacks Character B, who has +2 Speed. Character A will be designated as the holder of the speed stat, but Character B’s current speed (+2) will be subtracted from Character A’s, so that the matchup will essentially be +2 Speed vs +0 Speed. This +2 Speed will then work like +2 Avoid and subtract 2 from Character B’s rolls against them. Speed also works with negative numbers. If Character A has +4 Speed and attacks Character B, who has -2 Speed, the negative speed will be added to Character A’s current Speed. The matchup then becomes the equivalent of +6 Speed vs +0 Speed. Speed caps at +6, so even if character B had -4 Speed, Character A would only ever gather +6 Speed from the difference between their stats. At +6 Speed, a character will lose its avoid bonus, but will be able to initiate a follow-up attack. This allows the character to attack again after their opponent’s counterattack, or launch two counterattacks of their own in a row. The table below illustrates how Speed interacts between two players.

As the speed stat works currently, negative speed does not exist in practice. In a matchup, speed is pooled together between player and enemy, and the character with the highest starting speed takes the combined number, always leaving the other character with 0 speed in practice.

We're considering changing it in one of two ways:

Speed will be pooled to determine if a character can use a follow-up attack, but then any remaining speed stat on a character - positive or negative - will be converted to avoid. - Player with +2 speed versus Enemy with +2 speed would put +2 avoid on both. - Player with -2 speed versus Enemy with +2 speed would put -2 avoid on Player and +2 avoid on Enemy - Player with +4 speed versus Enemy with -2 speed would pool both speed to give Player +6 and a follow-up attack. No avoid conversion when a follow-up triggers

Speed will only exist as a positive number. All items and abilities in the combat manual that inflict a speed debuff will be retuned, most of which will become -avoid but some may be changed in other ways. Tentatively, speed will otherwise work exactly like it does in its current iteration, except that there will be no instances of negative speed coming into play. This may require that we raise the speed cap, however, so that it's not as hard to trigger follow-up attacks.

Of course, you can also vote to leave the system as-is. Regardless, we appreciate your feedback!

BIRTHDAYS

October Mun Birthdays: Rua (2nd), Dewa (2nd), Alina (4th), Metal (6th), Mirae (11th), Birdie (13th), Soji (14th), Queenie (18th), Ruaidhrí (25th)

October Muse Birthdays: Etie (1st), Alcryst (15th), Merric (16th), Deirdre (16th), Ashe (17th), Lloyd (20th), Elincia (23rd), Randal (23rd), Panette (23rd), Farina (25th), Ishtar (28th)

MUN ANNIVERSARIES

1st year: Mar (19th), Regina (21st)

2nd year: Kusa (16th)

3rd year: none

4th year: none

5th year: Nat (2nd)

MUSE ANNIVERSARIES

1st year: Emma (4th), Ishtar (5th), Knoll (15th), Nephenee (16th), Severa (19th), Miranda (20th)

2nd year: Valter (7th), Ares (16th)

3rd year: none

4th year: none

5th year: none

Muses who have been in the group for a solid year will also be granted an Academy Brooch to put in their inventory. It doesn’t do anything. It just lets others know your character has been around the block. These characters are also granted a new opportunity to change houses if they wish to do so.

- The House Leaders

[your-bad-fanfic]

Part Two of RTC-AU : No one makes it back

I did not expect anyone to like this… Thanks for the support! Find Part One here!

Summary:

The choir doesn't make it in time. It's just too late... Karnak dies before he's able to bring Jane back to life... Here's their life afterwards… But now, the choir was given a house from some rando guy???

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"Now, this house is yours. Do with it what you will, but please don't destroy it... I've left a notebook for you all with all the info you need," He smiled at the children and put a big floppy hat on and grabbed a bag, seemingly out of nowhere," Well then, I'm off!" The man walked past the children, not giving them a moment to speak and just dissapeared off into the woods. But, there was colour in the sky here and colour in the woods that no one noticed till just now. Even the house had colour! "What just happened..?"

“Does anyone know that guy?” Ricky asked and the rest of the group shook their heads no. The six kids stood there in silence for another moment, unsure of what to do.

Ocean took a step forward, “Well, let’s go in.. I guess?”

She looked at everyone expectantly and then walked in. Soon enough, the rest of the choir walked inside. There was still colour in the house, unlike Uranium City. Confusion flooded their expressions but the house seemed to be bigger on the inside even if it still was rather large on the outside.

“So what next?” Ocean asked the group and spotted the notebook on the coffee table in the living room. She walked over and picked up the notebook as the rest of the kids followed. The living room was rather big, had a fireplace and a few couches with many other things. “Sleeping arrangements and reading the notebook?” Constance asked and looked over at everyone else. There were no objections so the ginger began to read. “Hello children. I would like to apologize for what happened.. Apparently Virgil the Rat had other plans that I was not aware about so my power cord was chewed through before I was aware so do not blame yourselves. Now, about your living arrangements… You have met the man who has given you the house I take it. Unfortunately, I do not know who this man is but I assume that he is God or someone similar. Good luck with living with each other and remember that voting is important. Sincerely, The Amazing Karnak ™.” Ocean paused in her reading and flipped through a few pages. Silence echoed through the room with tense-ness that could be cut by a knife. No one yet dared to speak. The girl spoke up once more after a few moments. “There’s one more message but it isn’t signed and then the pages are blank.” “Well what’s it say?” Noel said, placing his hands on his hips. “Yeah! Read it Ocean!” Constance chimed in afterwards. “It says, “Dear Children, I hope your stay here is comfortable. Feel free to do what you want and to leave notes in the notebook.’ And that’s it.” She shrugged and closed the notebook, setting it down. They looked amongst each other. “So, exploring next?” Mischa asked, with a small head tilt. There was a small chorus of yes or yeah. “But I want everyone to stick together, just in case. We don’t know if there’s anything dangerous.” Eyes were rolled at Ocean’s comment but no one shot the idea down. They began to look around with the six of them sticking together. To start on the first floor, they found the front entrance had a hallway attached. Then there was the living room, a rather large kitchen, two bathrooms(one with a shower and one without), a closet, and the basement. After they had explored, they decided to go to the next floor. Ocean was at the head of the group, followed by Noel, Constance, Ricky, Jane, and Mischa. On the second floor, they had discovered another bathroom but this one was far much larger than the first floor two. It had a big tub and also a walk in shower, with some other cabinets and such. Also on this floor were three big bedrooms and one closet in the hall. The bedrooms of course were empty and you could fit a couch, desk, and bed comfortably in these rooms. Which also had their own personal closets. While going up to the third floor, there were two bigger bedrooms up here and another bathroom. However, it was the same size as the one on the floor below. While they kept going up and exploring, Mischa spotted another staircase. “Hey, there is another staircase to go up. I’m going to check it out,” he said and walked up the stairs, soon followed by everyone else. It looked to be an attic but also the largest of what could be a bedroom as well. “Yooooo, this is mad, wicked, awesome! I want this room.” He said, wandering about. “I didn’t think we were calming rooms just yet. What if I want it?” Noel sassed playfully but was genuinely interested in wanting the large room as well. “I found it first.” Mischa stuck his tongue out at the other and Noel just grinned as he rolled his eyes. “Guys, the note said to vote right? Let’s go downstairs and vote.” Ocean said, coming between the two’s playful antics. Thankfully for the choir, everyone agreed and headed back downstairs. They sat down on the couches and the notebook was opened to a blank page, even if no one had found any sort of writing tool. “Alrighty! Let’s start the second St. Cassian Choir Voting time! Naturally, I will go first-” Ocean was cut off by a groan from Noel and Mischa as they sat next to each other. Ocean, Constance, Ricky, and Jane sat on the larger of the couches while Mischa and Noel sat on one of the smaller ones. “Let’s try just saying which rooms we want. Does anyone have a pen?” Noel suggested and they all looked around. Seemingly, a pen appeared out of nowhere from Ocean’s pocket. She brushed it off quickly and opened the notebook. “Well, I want one of the rooms on the third floor or one on the second floor..” The ginger spoke as she wrote it down. Constance was next. “Well, I just want one of the ones on the second floor, I don’t need that much space.” “I’ll join Constance in taking one of the rooms on the second floor as well.” Ricky spoke up, “ It doesn’t really matter to me all that much.” They looked over at Jane who seemed to be spacing out. After a moment, she looked back at them all, expression blank. “I do not care.” She spoke quickly and dismissively. Some concern arose in the rest of them but it wasn’t brought up. “Okay… Which room do you want, Mischa?” Ocean asked after writing down her notes. “I would like the top floor.” He stated plainly, which Noel made a face at,”But I’ll settle for any untaken room if I get voted out.”

“I also want the top floor or if I can’t get that, I’ll settle for a third floor room.” Noel said, with a small smile, crossing his arms.

Constance and Ricky were written down for the two rooms on the second floor. Which left one open. Then, debates and reasoning were opened. Once all of that was taken care of and written down, there was a vote taken. Everyone had a vote for who gets which room.

[fountainpenguin]

Hey, just wanted to say I enjoy your fics! Any tips on how to do a good job portraying characters in a way that feels authentic but also unique to you? :)

Thanks for the message! <3

Not bashing will always be my top suggestion. Every character is someone's favorite character, every episode is someone's favorite episode, every line of dialogue or aspect of a character design is someone's favorite part of them.

Yes, even that "universally hated episode" or that one with "the character 'absolutely everyone' wants to vote first off the island." I remember in my younger years it was difficult to find content for my favorite characters, and what little content there was frequently involved bashing the character (Ex: Other characters mocking or bullying them), killing them, etc. and it was really sad because I just wanted someone to see the beauty in that character that I did. I still feel this way with many of my favorite characters and episodes, wheeze.

I'm not saying you can't dislike characters or episodes. You can dislike them, you can blog about disliking them, etc., I'm just suggesting you try not to let your dislike for them show (mostly if they're just a regular person, and not an actually despicable person).

Treat your story like it's going to be read by fans who love that character. Write for yourself, write something for the person who thinks the character is baby, and write something for the person who likes to pick at the character's flaws. Show a range of the character's emotions.

Taking time to discover your writing style is also a good start (and style can vary between projects, of course). I write almost all my stuff in a longform magical realism style where anything that could be considered canon is considered canon. The definition of what that means to me might vary in projects (for example, in the way that I portray cartoon physics), but I think understanding your style can play a big part in how you portray characters.

Some styles might be heavily introspective. Some may be very descriptive. Others might be snappy and witty, and others may be fast-paced and full of action. Mine tends to go light on describing scenery and heavier on dialogue and body language, and the overall feel I go for is "something to cuddle up for and read for a long time, hopefully feeling very connected to the characters in the process, and ideally feeling their emotions too."

There's also something to be said for the style that is "The thing I am writing is blatantly an AU but it's obvious I have a very good understanding of the source material and its quirky, goofy moments even though the thing I'm writing is much different (and darker)." There's a 'fic I might talk about at a later date that's a good example of this, though I don't want to link it in this post because the content can be triggering, so I'll probably find a different time to bring it up.

It can be fun to use different styles for different character ages as well. My OC Cavatina is a pretty good example for this, and while I don't want to show any previews of his story stuff, he definitely goes from being "sharp, observant kid with a positive outlook on life" and swivels to "cold, calculating guy with a negative outlook on life." Hate that for him :(

Put your own spin on characters and lore. Embrace your headcanons and silly ideas full-heartedly, but when you're writing a character, trying writing them with the passion of someone who loves them. Take the time to research them and find things to like about them. Once you become familiar with a character and how they fit in your writing style and story dynamic, they'll feel more natural to you.

If you're new to the character, you might feel like you're not doing it right, and that can be a struggle but it just might take more time and practice to place them in a scene that suits them well.

You can also try rewriting existing scenes from their book or show in your own style to get a feel for their dialogue and body language. I always recommend writing a cooking scene for practice. Cooking scenes have a natural beginning, middle, and end (obtain ingredients, use them, receive food) and having two characters in a small space trying to collaborate is a great way to bring two personalities that might conflict (or might flourish) into an everyday low-stakes scene. It's a good way to figure out who's a pain to work with, who has terrible habits, who has the system down, whose house is it, etc.

Chances are, people who dislike your character portrayal or ship are going to dislike it regardless of what you do with it, so go all out and make it self-indulgent for you and the people who want that content! Write for the audience you dream of having rather than writing for one you'll never be able to win over.

And just, y'know... enjoy the way that you do things, let other people enjoy the way that they do things, enjoy each other's things and be respectful :) You might be someone who loves to stick close to canon or someone who just use some parts of canon as a baseline and spins it in your own way, and both of those things are okay.

Just don't get upset with anyone who follows canon if you don't, or with those who want to do AUs and OCs and headcanons you don't like, etc. Fall in love with the way that you do things and be kind to others. That's a good way to be authentic I think.

Hope that helps :)

[destinygoldenstar]

🍀 AnalyzGolden's Reactions To Disventure Camp Season 2: All Eliminations, Plot Twists, Etc. * Pre-Merge COMPILATION* 🍀

This Post is compilation of my reactions to Disventure Camp's Eliminations, Plot Twists, & Overall Big Moments.

For those of my followers who don't know, Disventure Camp is an independent animated YouTube show by OddNation Cartoons, that originated as a Total Drama fanfiction.

I already explained in the last fast travel post that the CANON Season 1 is the remake, so technically that was made AFTER this season.

But it's still called Season 2 because of chronological timeline.

And now, even though it, from MY reading of it anyway, is in the same universe as Total Drama, very little if at all is referenced or connected to Total Drama's show and characters.

The ONLY major aspect tying the two together is the identity of this season's host.

Obviously, BIG SPOILERS for this show.

So if you haven't watched it yet, I encourage you to watch it first and then check out these posts from me. The show is free on YouTube. They have it both in English and Spanish.

Check Out This Post For A Fast Travel To My Full Reactions To The Season

I AM planning on making more posts about this show, so look forward to those. (Including A Tier List post, compilations of the more funnier bits, etc)

With the exception of a couple of meme bits, THIS COMPILATION POST WON'T CONTAIN THE SCREENSHOTS. Tumblr has an image limit of 30 images per post.

So if you want the screenshots, see my episode reactions.

I also had to split this into two parts (again) because it got too big and Tumblr wouldn't allow it.

Merge Compilation >>

Without further ado, let's get right into the CHAOS that ensued with this!

Episode 1 Elimination

'OLIVER'

Are they ALL Oliver?

'OLIVER'

Like, even the show said this was SO OBVIOUS.

'KAROL'

Yeah we know whose vote that is.

All the others are Oliver.

'KAROL'

Wait what?

Who felt sympathy?

'KAROL'

What...?

'OLIVER'

Who felt sympathy???

We already know who's going.

'OLIVER'

Most Obvious First Boot Ever.

"And why did I receive three votes?"

That's what I'm curious about.

"I have no money and nowhere to go..."

Is this how he became associated with Crystal? Because he begged?

"If you want, you can stay but as an Intern."

Yep.

Episode 2 Elimination

Apparently you have two brain cells.

JAMES outed you. Not him!

I SUPPORT THIS ONE.

GET THIS STALKING MANIPULATIVE ASSHOLE OUT.

'AIDEN'

'JAMES'

Get em out.

'KAROL'

Yeah. This is predictable.

'KAROL'

'KAROL'

Dang. Didn't even need to read all of them.

"I hope you leave soon, Aiden! You are a traitor!"

🙄

I mean... at least you're happy I guess.

So uh... for clarity on where I stand...

These next few parts are mostly just Yul hate.

Yul Gets Read For Filth🔥

"HA! I think it's clear that challenge ends here."

ARE YOU THAT PETTY?!

"Okay! It's over! I'm going to kick his ass!"

ROSA XD

Girl is ready to FIGHT

GET HIM GIRL

I also like how the subtitle says "I'm going to break your mother"

I'm DEAD XD

"No soul gets rich by hurting another."

"Oh please. Don't be hypocrites."

Hypocrites? You're the only one here that's being INSUFFERABLE.

"We all know that if anybody was up with that monster it was game over."

He is basing this off of NOTHING.

He'd rather LOSE THE GAME than take a chill pill and not be a dick to EVERYONE.

"That's enough Yul! If you don't want to do it, that's fine, but you don't need to offend her."

"Since when is telling the truth offensive?"

He is literally just Velma.

I HAD TO SAY IT.

"Well, I would kiss her here and now, you know?"

Thank you Rosa.

"And it's because of that ease of affection that you entered motherhood so soon, right?"

OH. MY GOD.

FUCK THIS MAN.

FUCK YUL.

FUCK. YUL.

SOMEBODY PUNCH HIM RIGHT IN THE NOSE TILL IT BLEEDS.

(I'm actually ANRGY)

He gains absolutely NOTHING from acting like this!

"YES! YES I DO YOU MISERABLE PIECE OF SHIT!"

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHH

GET HIM

"If you were a real man, you would realize how beautiful Maggy is! Her soul is so pure and her heart is so big that it would imitate the sun on a rainy day! But of course an idiot son of a bitchfucker could never notice it!"

😂👏

YEEEEEEESSS

"I'm sure you don't have any friends and your parents only sent you here to keep you entertained and get away from you for awhile! Sure now that you're not there, they're finally happy and I don't blame them! After all, all their son is, is just a piece of shit asshole motherfucker!"

YEEEEEESSSS

😂👏

GET. HIS. ASS.

GET HIS ASS DUDE.

READ THIS MAN FOR FILTH.

Even the doll is like "Whoa... someone had the guts." XD

"The universe heard Golden's voice and told me she wanted Yul dragged through the mud. So I had to oblige."

So that's it. Yul's gone. EVERYONE HATES HIM.

OH PLEASE GIVE ME THE SATSFACTION OF SEEING YUL GONE

Episode 3 Elimination

GET YUL OUT

FLIP ON YUL

NOBODY WANTS HIM HERE

'YUL'

😄

'KAI'

Oh come on HE DID WHAT WAS RIGHT

'YUL'

😄

Every Yul vote, my heart SINGS

'KAI'

Every Kai vote, my heart SINKS

'YUL'

Come on, PLEASE GET YUL OUT

I am begging with glossy eyes. GET HIM OUT.

'KAI'

'KAI'

I'm actually SO UPSET.

NOT BECAUSE KAI IS GONE. BUT BECAUSE YUL IS STAYING.

REALLY?! YUL COSTS THE CHALLENGE AND IS A DICK TO EVERYBODY AND KAI IS THE ONE THAT PAYS FOR IT?!

"I'm grateful for how you filled my soul with joy... except Yul, you fuck yourself."

👏

"However, you won't be leaving alone."

Wait what?

"They will vote again and eliminate another member of the team!"

OH WHAT?!?!

IT'S A DOUBLE?!?!?!?

THERE WAS NO WARNING. WHAT?!?!?

WAIT DOES THIS MEAN YUL STILL GOES!?!?!

HAVE MY PRAYERS BEEN ANSWERED?!

"I think I know exactly who we're voting for!"

Oh fuck off, the trio AIN'T WORKING FOR YOU.

EVERYONE COMBINE YOUR POWERS TO SLAY YUL

DO IT

EVERYONE GETS SLAY PASS. EVERYBODY. USE IT ON YUL.

"I'll leave voluntarily."

...

Why...? Why would you do that?

You could've all worked together to get Yul out.

I'm not mad. Just disappointed.

Oh who am I kidding? I'm pissed off.

This man is now going DOWN DOWN DOWN on my tier list.

I HATE THIS MAN NOW.

I HATE HIM BECAUSE HE SAVED YUL.

"Why did you give up the million?!"

"I have a perfume company for women. I never needed the money."

Oh, you do? You just now bring that up?

Wait why did you even come here then, if you'e rich?

"I came because I wanted to feel young and all that."

Okay, welp. I need to stop talking.

Aww. Isn't that so sweet?

I still hate this man. But that's very sweet.

"Said it was your birthday today, right? Well, happy birthday."

Aw that's such a sweet friendship.

"Nature is calling me."

Wait what? Where's he going?

(SIDE NOTE... I just realized I called a line Rosa said with that GIF. I predicted it. Holy Shit...)

Riya's Advantage (Team Swap)

"I've had such a hard time connecting with anyone in this place and when I finally did, Connor decided to leave. I feel quite alone here."

Aw, poor Riya.

She just can't connect with anyone or anything here.

WAIT WHOA WHAT THE-

HANG ON THAT WAS OUT OF NOWHERE

SHE JUST FOUND THAT LYING ON THE GROUND?!

"This allows you to have one person from each team permanently sent to the opposing team."

OH

OH I SEE

So she can screw people's alliances over XD

~~~

"I found this perk that allows two people to switch teams and I want to use it now."

Oh she's gonna use it right away.

"I... want Yul to go to the Orange team."

YUUUUUUUUUUSSSS

SLAY QUEEN

SLAY QUEEN👑

DUMP HIS ASS ON THE LOSING TEAM AND GET RID OF HIS ASS

RIYA IS QUEEN.

DON'T CARE WHAT Y'ALL SAY. THIS IS A QUEEN.

SHOW RESPECT.

"What? And why me?"

"Because I'm sick of you."

😂

YES.

"And now that I don't have to worry about you voting for me I can say it."

AND she's doing this for strategic reasons?

Actually, YEAH, because of the trio, she's the outcast of her team so she needs to pull an advantage like this to save herself from potentially being a target. THAT MAKES SENSE.

STRATEGIC QUEEN AS WELL.

TAKE NOTES ELLIE.

"Screw you! With that attitude, it's no wonder you have never and will never succeed."

Oh fuck off, weren't you cancelled? You piece of shit.

Why is everything mocking Riya for her being herself? I'm picking up on that.

"I'm going to choose... Rosa Maria."

Oh? Why her?

I'm not against it, but why her?

Did Riya just want an all girls team?

"WELCOME TO OUR WOMEN'S TEAM OF VICTORY!!!"

"Well, and Hunter I guess..."

Episode 4 Elimination

GOD I HOPE YUL GOES.

PLEASE. FOR THE LOVE OF GOD. GET YUL OUT.

'YUL'

I LOVE YOU, WHOEVER DID THAT.

'JAMES'

'MAGGY'

Fuck.

'YUL'

Okay so Yul gets a third vote and majority and he's gone.

WE WIN!!😄

'MAGGY'

...😦

GODDAMMIT!!!

Maggy, for the love of god, BEAT HIS ASS.

Maggy didn't even do anything this episode, WTF?

"Wait, you two... lied to my face?"

YOU KNOW YOU CAN'T TRUST EITHER OF THEM. YOU SAID THIS YOURSELF YOU DUMBASS.

"Why are you surprised?"

Why does a tie benefit you? You could've instead allied with Aiden to vote off Maggy and lied to say Lake and Maggy were targeting Aiden.

Sure Aiden might not believe it and still vote James and this tie would still happen, BUT AT LEAST THEN YUL HAS THE EXCUSE OF HIM NOT INTENDING TO PUT HIMSELF IN DANGER.

Fuck this guy. FUCK THIS GUY.

But I'll tolerate the stupidity IF HE GOES HOME. I WILL LOVE THAT.

"How about a random, unbiased game of rock paper scissors?"

The way he said scissors?

I mean, SAI-SOURS.

Oh my god PLEASE, PLEASE

PLEASE

GET HIS ASS OUT.

WIN THIS MAGGY. STAND UP FOR YOURSELF.

YOU GOT THIS GIRL. YOU GOT THIS!!!!

🙌

FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUKKKKKK

WHHHHHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

FUCK OFF. FUCK OFF.

SHE DIDN'T EVEN DO ANYTHING THIS EPISODE. WHAT THE FUCK.

THIS IS BULLSHIT. I HATE THIS.

"Go back to the circus, freak!"

So he's been bullying her for nothing the whole time, she NEVER gets a chance to stand up for herself or do anything about it besides get bullied, AND THEN SHE GOES HOME WITH THE BULLY GETTING AWAY WITH IT COMPLETELY?!

That just sucks. I don't like that.

I get it may be realistic in this setting. I don't like that.

I didn't like it in Action either, BUT AT LEAST IN ACTION BOTH CHARACTERS HAD SUBSTANCE AND DUNCAN WASN'T COMPLETELY TERRIBLE.

YUL JUST FUCKING SUCKS. And Maggy has no character besides "Everyone bullies me".

FUCK OFF.

"Wow, calm down. A little more stress and you will also lose your eyebrow hair."

Nine more episodes of this guy, and I might just be burned alive from my own DISTAIN.

Okay that's something I guess.

THANK YOU MAGGY FOR AT LEAST DOING THAT.

Uh... should that count as slaying Yul? Idk cause it's a 'Yes & No'

I'll put her in her own tier.

What the hell is going on with you?

So are they just gonna make out in the woods?

Nina Is Alive

WHAT THE...

UUUUUUUUHHHHHH, WHAT?!

HOW ARE YOU DOING THAT?!

YOU'RE ALIVE?!?!?

HOW ARE YOU ALIVE?!?!

Episode 5 Elimination *JUSTICE IS SERVED*🔥

(For this elimination, I feel I should set the stage for this glorious downfall, so we're going a bit before the Tribal Council)

(Yul is awesome and should get special treatment after all 🙃)

"Hello friend, can we sit here?"

NO.

"Enough!"

YEAH TELL HIM OFF.

OH MY GOD GET OFF HIM.

"Don't say such toxic things."

YOU CAN FUCK OFF YUL.

NO JAMES IS ACTUALLY DOING IT?!

WHERE WAS THE "I DRAW THE LINE WITH POISON" THING YOU SAID?

"Lying? Sure. Manipulate? Whenever you want. But poison someone? That is way too much."

"I can't wait to see his reaction."

The reaction of him DYING? Yeah, OKAY. YOU SICK BASTARD.

So how is this gonna play out if Aiden is dead?

WAIT...

WAIT A DAMN MINUTE

OH MY GOD IS HE POISONED?!

OH MY GOD PLEASE. PLEASE LET ME BE RIGHT. OH MY GOD.

YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSS

OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD YEEESS!!!!!

MY PRAYERS GOT ANSWERED!!!!

YOU STUPID SHIT! YOU GRABBED THE WRONG PLATE!!

I am watching a dude vomit and suffer and I am GRINNING EAR TO EAR AND CHEERING FOR IT.

"Oh, it must be the mushroom he ate in the woods."

And James is gonna play it off as though he did nothing XD

"James! What did you do?!"

"I did what Golden wanted!"

"You were supposed to give the mushroom to Aiden, not me, idiot!"

SO JAMES REALLY JUST WENT OUT OF HIS WAY TO KILL THIS GUY. OH MY GOD XD

"I don't poison people. I draw the line there. UNLESS HIS NAME IS YUL, THEN I'LL GLADLY DO IT."

OH GOD HE'S COLLAPSED... this is actually very serious...

"Now that he mentions it, the cameras caught Yul holding a mushroom when they were looking for the totem."

AND THEY SOMEHOW DIDN'T SEE JAMES WAS WITH HIM OR THEIR TALK.

OH MY GOD XD

"Yul is out of the game anyway. He had three votes."

XD

AINT NO WAY.

SO YUL WOULD HAVE BEEN OUT NO MATTER WHAT. BUT JAMES DECIDED THAT WASN'T ENOUGH AND DECIDED TO KILL HIM.

OH MY GOD. XD

THANK YOU! THANK YOU TOTAL DRAMA GODS FOR SAVING ME!!!

THANK YOU FOR ELIMINATING YUL EARLY IN THE SEASON!!

THIS IS REDEEMING A WHOLE LOT FOR ME.

They're ACTUALLY sending him to the hospital. Holy shit...

I don't really care cause it's Yul. But DAMN.

A CONTESTANT ACTUALLY KILLED SOMEONE.

"So Yul was planning to poison me, but you decided to poison him."

"My guy, so are one sick bastard."

"Make no mistake, I only did it to get rid of Yul."

Honestly, JAMES IS REDEEMED.

JAMES IS COMPLEELY REDEEMED OF EVERYTHING HE HAS DONE IN THE PAST.

JAMES IS THE BEST CHARACTER OF ALL TIME.

HE IS THE BEST THING TO EVER HAPPEN TO HUMANITY.

TO THINK I EVER DISSED YOU IN THE PAST.

FORGIVE ME.

"Poisoning someone is too much... unless that someone is Yul."

HE USED THE SAME LOGIC. THAT'S HOW YOU KNOW HE DID THIS FOR ME.

JAMES DID THIS FOR ME.

"Don't mention it, Golden. It was a well fought battle, but I did it for honor and for a better spot on your list."

(Let's go back to the first episode real quick...)

"I was selected for this job because no one wanted YOU hosting this show! So don't tell me what to do because I definitely don't want to end up like you! Bye!"

WELL GEEZ.

So she is an executive on a family-related gig.

Is her dad Chris McLean? XD

(Is her dad Chris McLean? XD)

(Is her dad Chris McLean? XD)

My Dumbass Self Finally Realizing Who Krystal's Father Was

"This is the last time you take part in a challenge!"

What are you mad at him for?! Ensuring your camper's safety?

...actually that checks out.

"People want to see people suffer and fight for their lives, to see them get hurt and go through the worst of embarrassments! This is what the show is about!"

You sound like a Chris McLean child.

You sound like Chris McLean right now XD

God that's a good line though.

Has someone working at OddNations seen my Total Drama posts where I discussed this exact topic, and said "We should make THAT a major theming of our show!"

"That's why this show went so many years without being broadcast!"

HUH?

HANG ON. BIG QUESTION MARK.

What is the time gap between Season 1 and 2? Exactly?

I THOUGHT it was just one year, but apparently not. It's been several years?

I mean I know the past hosts were criminals, but the show was still aired, right? Or was it not??

I'm confused now.

"I'm saying Lake was right. You ARE worse than Mr McLean!"

*CHOKES*

WAIT WHOA WHAT THE FUCK-?!

I SAID THAT AS A JOKE.

I SAID THAT AS A JOKE, I THOUGHT SHE WAS JUST SOME EXECUTIVE'S CHILD-

SHE'S ACTUALLY CHRIS MCLEAN'S DAUGHTER?!

SINCE WHEN DID THAT MAN GET A KID?!

Oh wait cause her name is CHRIS-tal-

I'm an idiot.

I am a fucking idiot.

I bet y'all are laughing so hard at my mental breakdown right now cause you figured this out on day one.

I AM A FUCKING DUMBASS...

Lake's Fakeout Elimination

Ummmmm... hi?

"Lake, get in the helicopter."

What? NO. WHY?

"You're out of the game."

WHAT?!

WHAT WAIT WHAT THE FUCK?!

HANG ON!!!!

Is this because she read you for filth?!

Are you eliminating Lake out of SPITE?

NO. I WON'T ACCEPT THIS. NO SHOT SHE ACTUALLY GETS ELIMINATED HERE.

SHE HASN'T EVEN GOTTEN A CHANCE TO PLEAD HER CASE OR GET VOTED OFF!

"Your father called. He wants you to come home immediately."

Oh so that's why?!

Lake, you don't have to go sweetie! STAND YOUR GROUND AND SAY NO.

"NO, Krystal. I am NOT going anywhere!"

"Unless I get voted off. THEN I'll leave. But not because of my shit father!"

"I could, but your father offered me a generous payment for him to skip certain deals."

Uh, yeah, no.

Lake, you don't have to do this.

"Also, if I remember correctly, you said some nasty things about me in the last challenge."

YEAH I FIGURED THAT HAD SOMETHING TO DO WITH IT.

LAKE, YOU DO NOT HAVE TO GO.

"I AM NOT GOING. I HAVE TO GET VOTED OFF FIRST."

NOOOOO

NOOOOOOOOO

NOO COME ON

HUNTER!!! YOU'RE WATCHING THIS. DO SOMETHING!!

YOU CAN'T JUST DO LAKE LIKE THAT!

WHAT WAS THE POINT OF HER DEVELOPMENT IF IT WAS GONNA AMOUNT TO NOTHING AND SHE WAS JUST GONNA GO BACK?

WHAT WAS THE POINT?!

"I don't agree with Lake's situation but I admit I feel a little relieved now that I'm on my own."

WOW. YOU SUCK HUNTER.

BRING LAKE BACK! I WANT LAKE BACK RIGHT NOW!! GIVE HER A PROPER ELIMINATION! THAT'S BULLSHIT!!!

I'm so mad...

What Kai And Maggy Have Been Up To

Oh god it's HELL...

How is there a fire in the rain?

"It's the boys! Great! Now that I'm an intern, we can be friends again!"

What boys?

Trevor and Derek? They escaped?

WHAAAAAAATTTT IN HELL'S NAME...

WHAT ARE THEY DOING OUT HERE? HELLO?!?

"Kai and I have been living in the forest."

You're completely okay with this? WHY?

"A dance to bring rain!"

WAIT YOU'RE GODS?!

These two have been trying to become the GODS and take over the universe. Holy shit...

Why is Kai jacked? I just noticed that...

Why am I asking this when I have A MILLION other questions.

Lake Stays

"Third place? But Lake is here."

"Where's Hunter?"

"Oh, he died."

"Is that true, Lake? Are you going home?"

"Unfortunately, yes."

I hate this so much.

This sucks.

This is a SHIT elimination for Lake.

"But there was a change of plans. She stays here and she'll just leave this camp, voted out or with a million bucks."

OH WAIT, WAIT A MINUTE.

HAVE MY PRAYERS BEEN ANSWERED?!

Also the dad sounds like he's been kidnapped and gagged.

LAKE STAYS!!!!🎉

I wish Lake was the one who stood up to him. But SHE STAYS!!!

"That's right, father, mother, I'm not going anywhere. I will eat as many calories as I want, I will not marry anyone for your selfish interests, and I will not go to that boarding school! Whether I win the million or not, I will never let them control my life again!"

OKAY I'LL TAKE IT!!! I WILL TAKE THAT!!!

👏👏

GET EM QUEEN!!!!

Okay, NOW I get why y'all like her so much.

[starseedfxofficial]

Markets See Green as Crude Slips: Veterans Day Calm What a Day! European Markets All Green and RTY Leads the Pack Today has been like that rare morning when every single traffic light turns green, and you actually get to work on time—except this time, it's European equities lighting up. Across the board, markets are in the green, with the RTY (Russell 2000) taking the lead in what looks like a solid morning session for Europe. You'd think they all had an extra shot of espresso, wouldn't you? But wait, it's not all fun and games. The DXY (Dollar Index) is feeling robust, riding high on the "Trump Trade," which seems to be alive and well. Now, if you're wondering what that means for our friend the Japanese Yen (JPY), it's not good news. The Yen is having a bit of a tough time today, falling behind after the Bank of Japan's Summary of Opinions (SOO) revealed they have no rush in their plans to hike rates. Imagine the JPY as the one kid on the playground who missed the memo that it was time to play—that's kind of the vibe here. Bonds Are a Mixed Bag (But Scholz Stirs the Pot) As for bonds, it’s a mixed picture today. Bunds (German government bonds) are slightly firmer. And why, you ask? Well, there's chatter that Chancellor Scholz might move forward with a vote of no-confidence. Whether or not that happens is still up in the air, but it's certainly enough to keep the Bunds on their toes. Meanwhile, U.S. Treasury cash trade is on a pause today because of Veterans Day. Honestly, even the market needs a break sometimes—a day off to appreciate our veterans. Crude Oil Slips on Negotiation Rumors, Gold and Metals Feeling Dollar Pressure Now, let’s talk about the commodity space. Crude oil is slipping a bit today. Word on the street (or, well, from Hezbollah) is that negotiations are in progress to stop the war. As you can imagine, the markets react quickly to such headlines, and crude—always sensitive to geopolitical winds—is down. It’s like the price decided to take a little nap, but we all know it's keeping one eye open just in case. And what about gold and base metals? They're feeling the pinch from a stronger Dollar (thanks, DXY) and softer-than-expected Chinese inflation metrics overnight. Essentially, the stronger Dollar makes these metals more expensive for everyone else, and that's bad news for their prices. Picture this: gold, the shining star, is losing a bit of its glimmer, but we all know it’s just temporary—because nothing keeps gold down for too long, right? A Quiet Day Ahead – Veterans Day Reminder Looking ahead, it's going to be a relatively quiet day with no Tier 1 events on the docket. And just in case you missed it, today is U.S. Veterans Day. A day to honor those who’ve served, and a reminder that even when the markets are moving, some things are more important. For traders, it means one less market influence to consider, but also a moment to reflect. Wrapping Up: What's Your Move Today? So, here we are. Markets are green, Bunds are steady but with a hint of drama, crude is dipping, and gold is feeling the weight of a stronger Dollar. The next move? That’s entirely up to you. Maybe it’s time to sharpen that trading plan, keep a watchful eye on Europe, and remember that today is more about subtle positioning than making big, splashy moves. As always, trade smart, stay informed, and keep that humor handy—after all, the markets can be stressful enough without forgetting to smile. —————– Image Credits: Cover image at the top is AI-generated   Read the full article

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Don’t Turn Into Them | Tommy Shelby x Reader

Request: yes by anonymous

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x reader

Summary: Tensions escalate when (Y/N)'s worry of Tommy becoming something he's not gets miscommunicated and blown out of proportions.

Warnings: language, smoking, mentions of drinking

Word Count: 3644

A/N: bit of a disclaimer, I’m not the best at writing arguments…I also wanted to pick a fight about something that isn’t one of the normal topics. With that being said, I hope this makes sense. Enjoy! :)

A/N 2: I’m adding this in late because I completely forgot to give a big thank you to @thesoldiersminute for making this gif for the story. Idk what I’d do without your amazing talents.

Let me know if you’d like to be tagged in future stories similar to this one!

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Everyone was in high spirits as the poll master read out the votes. Tommy won the open seat in Parliament by a landslide, as was expected. (Y/N) slipped out of the main polling area just before pandemonium erupted. She knew that her six month old daughter, Ruby, wouldn't react well to the excitement, so she wanted to get as far away from it as possible.

She stood on the landing of the steps with Ruby in her arms and waited for her husband and his family to emerge after all of the well-wishes and procedural things were finished. She couldn't help but breathe out a sigh of relief as she got away from the crowd.

There was such an uneasy feeling surrounding the other men in the room; the men that Tommy would now be working with given that they were politicians as well. They all wore smiles and chatted as if they'd been friends for the majority of each other's lives, but (Y/N) knew that it was fake; that they were only doing that so that they could advance their own agenda when it came down to it. The fact that Tommy was one of them now worried her...she didn't want to see him turn into one of them.

These worrisome thoughts were pushed aside when the two men standing guard opened the doors and Tommy became visible. His eyes locked onto (Y/N) and Ruby immediately, and he couldn't stop the smile that formed on his face as he accepted his gun back from one of the men. His family filed out behind him as he tucked the firearm back into its spot in the holster under his coat. Tommy didn't stop for the people shouting about taking photographs, and instead he kept his eyes locked onto his wife as he walked down the steps.

"I didn't see you in there at the end, love," he whispered as he stopped in front of her.

"Had to get out...Ruby would have freaked," she answered, smiling at him. Tommy noticed that it didn't quite reach her eyes. Something seemed to be bothering her.

"Lemme see her," he said, his eyes focused on Ruby as he reached out for her; his smile widening. "Come 'ere, Ruby girl," he spoke to the child, who happily reached out for her father and let him take her into his arms. He lifted her in the air, smiling widely as she cooed with excitement, her smile matching his. (Y/N) smiled as she watched Tommy interact with their daughter.

"Mumma," Charlie, their four year old son, called out, making her look from Tommy and Ruby to the boy.

"Come here, Charlie," she called him over, reaching her hand out for him. Upon seeing this, he happily let go of Polly's hand to make his way over to the rest of his family.

Cameras were going off like crazy now, and (Y/N) tried her best not to bother with them. Tommy didn't seem to care as he brought Ruby down to rest on his hip. She felt like she needed to be more like him at the moment. But she couldn't seem to shake the incessant pestering coming from the people behind the flashes. "Didn't get my kiss yet," Tommy's whispered words brought her out of her thoughts, making her look over at him again. His smile made her smile as she leaned in and kissed his lips quickly.

"Mr. Shelby! Mr. Shelby, look over here!" one of the photographers called out after Tommy and (Y/N) pulled back to look at each other again.

He gave her a look, as if to ask her if she was ok with it, and she nodded before turning slightly to face the people calling for them. She placed her one hand on Charlie's shoulder and her other on Ruby’s back as she smiled for the picture with Tommy by her side.

The family then came to join in on the picture, filling in around Tommy, (Y/N) and their children. After several flashes, Arthur stepped forward and began waving his arms. "Alright, alright! You've got enough photos to go around now!" he called out as he continued with his attempts of clearing the photographers away from the steps. Everyone followed him once the path was cleared, and made their way out to the waiting cars that would take them to the ball that was being held in Tommy's honor.

——

"Mr. Shelby, congratulations," Frances said with a smile as she opened the door to greet the family that she worked for.

"Thank you, Frances," Tommy smiled at the older woman as he allowed her to help him out of his coat. He'd had a long day and was ready to unwind with some whiskey in his office.

"Frances, would you take the children up to bed?" (Y/N) asked as Frances helped her out of her coat while Ruby stayed sleeping in her arms.

"I can, Mrs. Shelby," France nodded after putting their coats in the front closet. She then accepted Ruby from (Y/N)'s arms and placed her comfortably on her hip.

"Goodnight, Charles," (Y/N) smiled down at her sleepy son, ruffling his hair as he smiled back up at her.

"Come on, Charlie," France said softly, her hand falling to his shoulder as she ushered him to the steps so that they could go up to his room.

(Y/N) watched her children until they disappeared down the hallway before she turned to look at Tommy. It surprised her slightly that he was still there. "I'm going to the reading room," she told him, a dismissive tone in her voice.

Tommy furrowed his brows at his wife, confused by the sudden shift in the tone she was using. She seemed so upbeat the entire night, but now she was acting like she wanted to get as far away from him as possible. He couldn't let her get away without saying something about it.

"Something wrong?" he decided to stay simple with the question, an inquisitive tone present in his voice.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" (Y/N) spun around to face him, a glare on her face.

Her response made him even more confused, "yes, I would...that's why I'm asking," he pointed out.

She huffed at his answer. What he thought was a straight-forward response, she perceived as sarcastic. "You've not noticed at all this entire night?" she asked him, her eyebrows raised.

"Noticed what?" he still had not a clue what she was getting at.

"See that's the problem!" she exclaimed, her eyes wide as she threw her arms up, "you let it go; you don't notice things until they're about to blow up in your face!"

Tommy dropped his gaze to the floor, running a hand over his face before he looked up again. "Would you please just tell me what the fuck you're trying to get at here, (Y/N)?!" he explicitly asked for her to explain herself, his voice raising to meet hers now.

"It's right in front of your face...it's practically screaming at you!" she raised her voice even more, showing him that she was still in control. "I can't believe that you're too blind to see what's going on," she then bit on her lip, her emotions starting to mix in with the adrenaline she was feeling. She was always an angry crier...tears were expected to fall no matter how hard she tried to keep them back.

"What's going on?" he held his confused stance, and that seemed to infuriate (Y/N) even more.

"Just stop, Tommy!" she exclaimed, feeling like she wanted to pull her hair out. She felt like he was backing her towards the edge of a cliff, and she had no choice but to fight back or else she'd fall off.

"Stop what?"

"That! This act! You're questioning…everything you're doing right now, just stop it!" the only thing keeping (Y/N) from full-blown screaming at this point was the fact that the kids were upstairs.

"You know, if you're looking for a fight..."

"I'm not looking for a fight," she was quick to cut him off, leveling her voice once more.

"Then what the hell is this?" Tommy's eyes were wide and serious.

"I don't like what you're doing, Tommy!" (Y/N) blurted just about the second after he finished speaking. It was one of those utterances where she closed her eyes as she said the words as loud as she could; hoping that her doing so would make him forget what he was going to say in response.

Tommy paused after her admission, which meant that her plan was working. He blinked a few times, staring at her with his mouth slightly agape. "What?" he finally asked, his voice low now, noticing the stark drop in intensity after she said what she needed to.

"I don't like that you've been elected to serve in Parliament. I don't like that you've accepted that seat. I don't like that you're going to be rubbing elbows with those back-stabbing bastards..." she paused, her eyes locked onto his. She was ready to continue her monologue after a deep breath, "I don't like how you're going to learn how to play their game, where you say one thing to someone at one point and then turn your back and go completely against them the next. I don't like that you're going to be one of them," her volume had escalated slightly as she finished her statement, her emotions so obviously running high.

"I...I don't understand what you're trying to get at here," Tommy still had a hard time seeing the reasons behind her worry-driven, angry outbursts.

"Of course you don't," (Y/N) sighed, dropping her gaze to the floor as she shook her head.

"Well then fucking explain it to me so that I can understand it!" Tommy raised his voice once more. The fact that she was so quickly putting him off while speaking in veiled statements irritated him, and he was to the point where he couldn't continue anymore.

"These men are the worst of their kind...don't you see that?!" (Y/N) answered him like it was the most obvious thing in the world...well to her it was. "They're the worst of their kind and somehow they managed to sneak their way into these positions of power where they get to say how the people who have nothing should live. They get to play God and give ultimatums and use these helpless people like they're fucking chess pawns in their grand scheme," she kept her eyes locked with Tommy's as she spoke, hoping he'd recognize how terribly she felt about his choice.

"That's why I've taken this position," instead of recognizing, he insisted that there was a reason behind him doing this.

"To join them?!" (Y/N) asked incredulously.

"No, not to fucking join them," Tommy shut down her statement, "I aim to tear them down from the fucking inside. People like Mosley, and fucking Riggs...it's easy to get them to think that I'd stand with their bullshit, but I'm not going to," he then explained what his reason behind this move was.

(Y/N) wasn't pleased with his answer. She couldn't help but snort when she heard it. She shuddered at the mention of Stephan Riggs’ name…he was one of the fakest men in politics, and (Y/N) couldn’t bear to watch him act like he cared only to do what solely benefited him when it came down to it. "You say that now, but then you'll be singing like a fucking canary for them on the floor," she finally said, her words coming out with a tone of disgust laced into them.

"You think that I'd be their pawn?" Tommy raised his eyebrows.

"Yes I do," (Y/N) doubled-down on her statement.

"And why is that?" Tommy asked, incredulousness present in his voice. He waited a moment for her response, but continued when he got none. "Eh? Why do you all of a sudden not have any trust or faith in what I'm doing?" There was another pause with no response. It felt like his blood was starting to boil now. "Fucking tell me, (Y/N)!" he exclaimed, finally letting the pent up emotion out.

"Because you'll be good at playing their game!" she was now ready with a response the second he stopped talking, "you'll be good at the game, and who's to say that you won't start buying into and believing the shit that they're trying to shove down the throats of the unsuspecting people who will then have no choice but to follow along with it. These bastards are evil, Tommy. They'll hurt innocent people and I won't have you joining in on it." she ended when her voice wavered, finally showing that she was holding back all of these overwhelming emotions. She hated it, and she tried to keep a steely gaze on Tommy as she waited for his response.

"These bastards are gonna do it anyway," he insisted, his voice dire as he kept his eyes locked on hers, "I'm putting myself in there to try and stop it."

"All feats start out with good intentions," she reminded him.

"You must not know who the fuck I am then," he disagreed with her.

"I guess I don't..." she trailed off.

Tommy didn't know what to say in response to her statement. He blinked a few times and pursed his lips together, hoping that these extra few silent seconds would reward him with the right words. But they didn't. He pressed against his temples with his thumb and middle fingers before he shook his head and exhaled a sigh. "I'll be in my office," he told her then, a dismissive tone now in his voice. He then walked past her to the steps and began walking up them.

"What about your family, Tommy?!" (Y/N) called after him, unhappy that he was walking away instead of continuing to talk to her; to sort this out. She still felt like she was fuming. She couldn't believe that he didn't consider what his family would have thought about this. "What about Ruby and Charlie? What about me?" she continued when she didn't get a response from him, desperation present in her voice.

Tommy kept walking up the stairs, and her anger was rising with each step he took. She added more onto her statement after a few more silent moments passed, "you always say that you think of us when you make decisions such as this, but I can't seem to recognize where we fall into it this time."

This statement got Tommy to stop. He was at the top of the stairs at this point. He looked down at (Y/N), who now looked absolutely wrecked by everything that had been said between them, before glancing down at the floor. "Nothing good's going to come of this if we continue," he told her then, his dismissive tone still present.

"Then go," (Y/N) told him, biting back her tears that were now threatening to fall, "go to your fucking office and drink your fucking whiskey and forget about what I even said," she told him, her words dripping with venom.

Tommy looked at her one last time before he turned and began walking down the hall to his office. (Y/N) let out a shudder of a sigh, finally letting her tears fall before she turned and walked into the front room. She decided that she would sit in there for some time before going up to her room for the night.

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It wasn't until much later in the evening that Tommy finally entered the master bedroom. (Y/N) was still awake, sitting up on her side of the bed while reading a book. She glanced over at him as the door shut before focusing back on her book. Tommy didn't say anything either, instead focusing on getting himself undressed and ready for bed.

(Y/N) tried to continue reading her book until she couldn't anymore, finding herself more focused on her husband's night time routine than the words on the page. He remained oblivious to her watching until he happened to catch her eyes in the vanity's mirror while he was placing his pocket watch down.

Instead of joining her in bed, he sat down on the vanity's bench and picked a cigarette out of his tin. (Y/N) placed her book next to her before she slowly swung her legs over the side of the bed, sitting up completely. She watched Tommy for a few moments as he quietly smoked before finally standing up and making her way over to him.

She sat down on the empty space of the bench and hesitantly wrapped her arms around his shoulders from behind so that she was able to lean against his back. Neither said anything as they sat there. (Y/N) was content with feeling his warmth and breathing in his scent.

Then Tommy spoke up: "I'll turn down the seat in Parliament if it's what you want," he told her. There was a hint of a conceding tone in his voice that she picked up on. She also didn't miss the fact that it sounded like he was saying this reluctantly.

His surrender caught her off guard, and it made her sit up straight again as she came to grips with it. "Why such a sudden change?" she asked him, having an inkling of the reason behind it...she wanted to hear it from him though.

"You've voiced your concern about me doing it," he answered her, discarding his cigarette in the ashtray on the vanity before he turned to face her, "I can't be doing something that my wife doesn't like."

(Y/N) had to stifle her giggle as she heard the second part of his statement. "This wouldn't be the first time you've done something I don't like, Tommy Shelby," she reminded him, smiling slightly as she spoke.

Tommy couldn't help but chuckle slightly at her words. "I know...I'm guilty of that," he admitted his defeat, "but this time seemed different. You've never been that quick to express your distaste in the past," he pointed out.

"I didn't think you'd listen," she said then, trying to keep her happiness pushed down. Right now she was feeling like a child who was told they could stay up past their bedtime.

"Figured it's time I'd changed that," he told her, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he looked her in the eyes.

(Y/N) couldn't stop the smile that formed on her face as he said those words. She reached out and grabbed his face, her hands resting against his cheeks as she pulled him closer to her. "Thank you, Tommy," she breathed, her forehead resting against his briefly before she leaned in and kissed his lips.

"You're welcome, love," he answered her in a similar tone before he kissed her again.

(Y/N) wrapped her arms around his neck when they pulled away, and she leaned herself against his chest so that she could tuck her face into the crook of his neck. Tommy accepted the embrace and fastened his hands to her waist so that he could hold her tight against his body.

They sat silently in that position for some time, both comfortable against each other after talking through their previous argument. It was like a weight had been lifted off of their shoulders.

(Y/N) was the one to break the silence this time as she finally pulled away from Tommy's chest. She looked at him for a few moments, searching his eyes before she said what was on her mind: "I think you should keep the job, Tommy," she told him, her words making him furrow his eyebrows.

"Keep the job?" he asked her, like he was checking to see if he heard correctly.

"Yes," she nodded.

"I thought you didn't want me working with those men," he pointed out, harking back to the major point she'd made in their previous argument.

"I don't," she started off, making her stance on that point starkly clear. Tommy furrowed his eyebrows again, but let her continue, "I don't want you working with those men, but at the same time, I recognize the amount of good that you could do for the people of Birmingham if you keep that position. The people of that city need someone like you representing them...you’re one of them. You’re not one of those inconsiderate politicians who’ll run over anyone they could in order to make a gain. All I ask is that you don’t turn into them when you take this position.”

“I won’t,” Tommy’s answer to her ask was quick and spoken definitively, “you have my word, love.”

(Y/N) smiled as she heard his promise. “Good,” she said, taking hold of his cheeks so that she could kiss him again, her smile still present as her lips pressed against his. “We’ve had a long day…let’s go to bed,” she said once they pulled away.

A grin formed on Tommy’s face as his eyes matched hers. (Y/N) got butterflies in her stomach just from the look he was giving her. She knew what would leave his lips next. “I’ll go to bed with you, but I have no intentions of sleeping just yet,” he told her as he stood from the bench. He grabbed hold of her waist, making her shriek as she stood up with him. He then began peppering kisses across her skin, making her giggle as he led her over to their bed.

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Sweet Nothing (MM19)

Mason Mount x reader

Summary : Y/N is Ben Chilwell’s younger sister and they are on vacation with some of the England boys and their girlfriends. In the meantime, Y/N, will be faced with a big heartbreak, which only one man can heal

Warnings: Angst, bit swearing, and a lot bit of fluff (Author’s note : I DONT HATE MAX VERSTAPPEN. Everything is for the sake of the story)

“Okay, who wants to go clubbing?” Declan asks everyone on the group. Lauren, himself, Jack, Kai, Sophia and Ben all raise their hands.

Y/N doesn’t raise her hand, as she’s been feeling quite sick the whole day. The group is being understanding towards her.

“Y/N, should stay here and rest. If something happens, me and Lauren will come back and take care of her” Sophia says while Lauren and the boys nod in agreement

“I’m so sorry to be the buzzkill guys. I promise it’s only for tonight” she apologizes to her friends and brother for not joining their plans.

“Please don’t, we’d all do the same if we were in your position” Grealish replies giving her a sympathetic smile.

“What bout you Mase? Gonna join?” Ben asks his teammate who hadn’t replied to the vote, being too engrossed on his phone. 

Mason still didn't reply and had a blunt look on his face. 

“Earth to Mason!” Declan snapped his fingers and Mason removed his eyes from the screen, looking around to all of his friends and Y/N, who was sitting all curled up in pain. 

“What? What are we voting for?” 

“Will you come with us at the club or stay here with Y/N?” Kai asks him and his eyes immediately fall on Y/N once again. Oh his heart was aching with what he had just read and seen. 

“Not feeling like going out. I will take care of your sister, Ben. If anything happens, I will alert you” the footballer replies to all of his friends, standing up and crossing his arms.

“Sure mate? You doing alright? Seemed too worried with what you may have seen on your phone” Jack asks worryingly 

“Oh yes sorry. No, it wasn't anything. I just blacked out for a moment” he replies with a faint smile

“Alright then. Everyone go get dressed. We will meet downstairs in 45 minutes” Declan says and everyone goes back to their room. 

Before Y/N could reach her door knob, she grabs Mason by the arm firmly. She knew that something was troubling him and wanted to help however she could. 

Ever since Ben joined Chelsea, Mason had been one of the teammates that she grew really close with. They were both in a relationship by the time they met, although when Mason broke up with his girlfriend, his feelings towards Ben’s sister changed drastically. 

Whenever she would show up at the games alone, he wouldn't miss a chance of talking to her or simply be around her presence. Although when her boyfriend was with her, he solely greeted the both of them and then left. He respected that she was in a relationship and didn't want to make a move. 

“Mase, are you okay? I know you said to Jack that everything was alright, but I know you. If something is up, you can tell me. I will help you no matter what”

If he could cry at the moment, he would have. She didn't deserve what had happened to her and Mason wanted to wrap her around him and hold her forever. 

“Thank you Y/N, but I am alright. Just tired and exhausted from all the jet lag. That's all. How are you feeling? Should I bring you something?” the kind footballer replied, inching closer to her

“My stomach aches, but nothing I can't handle. I will try not to disturb you, while we are here” 

“Nonsense, you can come at me, if you need anything. Just name it and I will give it to you” he meant the last phrase both figuratively and literally. He’d do anything to make her happy. 

She gave Mason a tight hug and a soft kiss on the cheek. Sometimes she even questioned herself, why she was in a relationship with a guy that barely paid attention to her, in comparison with a guy who always makes time to check on her. 

After everyone had left, Mason was sitting in his room, reading a book, when he heard Y/N, yelling and screaming. His worst fear, had come alive.

“You’re a fucking dick Max! I gave you space and didn't attend all the races like you asked me to! Did I do anything wrong? tell me!” her eyes were full of tears and that's the first thing Mason was faced with when he burst into her room. 

Mason, a few hours ago, had seen the pictures of Max and Kelly Piquet attending the Monaco Grand Prix together and kissing in the garage. He wanted to throw up, knowing that Y/N, was in a completely different country and being cheated on by her boyfriend of 4 years. 

“It was always Red Bull first and I wasn't even a simple thought to you! I understand that work comes first, but you barely called whenever you were away!”

He didn't even want to think how long this was going on behind Y/N’s back. He knew Max had a reputation but didn't cross his mind that he'd be a cheater as well. Max had the kindest, most generous and loving girlfriend, Mason thought, and he didn't even appreciate her. 

“Go fuck around with whoever you want! I don't care anymore. Hope you enjoy your new girlfriend” she hung up and threw her phone on the bed. She turned around to look at Mason, who was speechless with what he had just witnessed. 

“What that it?” Y/N asked him still crying 

Mason couldn't reply. The words wouldn't come out of his mouth 

“That was it. What you saw on your phone. And you didn't bother to tell me anything! Wow Mase, I thought I could trust you!”

Y/N is about to leave the room when Mason slams the door close and blocks the entrance.

“Get out of the way” she says quietly

“Let me explain Y/N, please”

“Get out of the fucking way Mount” her tears keep falling but now her voice is angrier than ever

He hates seeing her like this. It pains him that he kept this secret and let her find out for herself.

“Why didn’t you tell me? I saw the way you were looking at me”

“I didn’t know if the rumors were true on not! Most of the tabloids are fake”

“Even if they were fake, which apparently they aren’t, you should have told me!”

“I know, but I didn’t want to interfere in your relationship with Max!” Mason’s voice has gone an octave higher than usual which makes her yell even more

“The problem is I want you to interfere for fucks sake!” she screams at his face

“For what possible reason?” curiosity has kicked in his brain

“Because I’m in love with you!” She blurts out loudly and once she realizes what she’s said, she shuts her mouth close with her palm

Mason stays still, frozen, trying to digest what he’s just heard. He didn’t know whether these words were real or his imagination playing with him.

The girl he’s adored over the last few years, confessed that she was in love with him.

“You love me? How? Why?” That was definitely not the answer he wanted to give her

“It’s simple Mason! I love you because you always care about me and take time to talk to me. I feel like you know me better than my own brother. There’s no how in love. I just realized that you were the person I was looking to find in Max, but failed to”

Her eyes have taken a scarlet shade which surround the green hint. Everything she said was more than true. Her heart couldn’t bare to break up with Max, but at the same time, it beat for Mason.

“The reason why I never interfered in your relationship with Max is because I loved you! I still do. I hated the idea of ruining our friendship if I confessed my feelings, while you were with another man”

Mason Mount, a beloved footballer, her brother’s teammate, and the man who she truly loved, had told her the exact words she needed to hear today.

“Whatever he couldn’t give you, I will! Whether we remain friends or become something more. Love, satisfaction, thoughtfulness, pleasure, happiness. Name it and you will have it”

Mason didn’t let her reply by pulling her body closer to his and connecting their lips into a soft kiss, which let her speechless. His warmth crawled in her heart and her consciousness finally realized that it was Mason since the very first time.

“Please don’t break my heart, Mase. I truly love you”

“I never intended on doing so darling. All I ever wanted was to fill you with happiness”