#also a lot of the 'what would the LIs do' are saved in drafts because I cant think of one specific Li's reaction

[fixyourwritinghabits]

Editing Post 3: The Character Pass

Did I say we were doing structural edits next I LIED, first we have to focus on character. In reality, you'll probably be doing plot and character passes in tandem, as plot progression should be tied to characters moving forward and changing. Let's start with:

Motivation - Clarity, Consistency, and Earned Change

When it comes to motivation, you're usually dealing with external (the events of the book) and internal (what's going on inside your character's head) motivation. I like Save The Cat's concept of the internal wound/shard of glass theory - your main character starts the story with a problem that needs fixing, whether they realize it or not. This is about digging deep in their head and linking that internal motivation to their external actions and choices. To borrow more Save the Cat lingo, it's all about the internet/external journey:

Internal Journey - Megan is shy and awkward, and thinks she wants to be one of the popular kids in school (see Wants Versus Needs below). What she actually needs is to become more self-confident, healing that inner wound in the process.

External Journey (aka the outer plot) - Megan has moved to a new school, the perfect chance to make it as a popular kid at last. Maybe she'll go all-out, joining a Battle of the Bands despite not being able to play a guitar or inventing a new identity to make her seem mysterious and cool.

However the plot progresses, Megan's external journey is going to be connected to her internal journey of gradually realizing what she needs is self-confidence, not popularity. Speaking of...

Wants Versus Needs

Often a great way to add more depth to a character is to have them want something, but in actually need something else. Their motivation will change as they discover what they want isn't what they need, and change focus - or, tragically, stubbornly stick to their want and never find the place they should be. Regardless of your character goal, review your scenes with the following questions in mind:

What does your character want? How does that influence their behavior in this scene? - Remember, external goals like "escape the zombies" are important, but you also want to focus on their inner drive of "save as many people as possible because he could not save his friend" as well.

What does your character need in this scene? How does that influence or clash with their actions? - For zombie guy, his true need is to let go of his guilt for not saving his friend. He stubbornly refuses to admit that to himself, allowing us to complicate the scene by having him spot his friend as a fresh zombie or taking the death of a stranger too hard.

By "earned change" in the previous section, I mean the character slowly evolves from realizing they need to pursue what they want versus what they need. By showing how they learned that over the course of your novel, their motivation stays consistent and compelling.

Tracking Changes and Growth

Escape the soggy middle by making sure you know when that motivation needs to pivot toward the inner need. This is again where I'll harp on having an editing outline, because knowing what needs to happen for your character to change is going to be much easier if you can look at it in the context of the whole plot.

If your novel feels muddled, take another look at where your characters are and where they need to be at the end of the book. Are there any realizations that need to happen? Could a budding romance benefit from more focus? Could a harsh defeat help set them on the right path?

Are You Pulling Your Punches?

You could have a lot of moments that don't reach their full potential simply because you're not pushing your characters hard enough. I recently reviewed a friend's draft and immediately realized a pivotal part of the book would be so much stronger if it ended in a confrontation between the main character and their terrible father. At the same time, I realized why they hadn't come to that conclusion themselves - often we (okay, me) tend to play it safe in drafting for realism or other concerns.

But pushing your characters past their comfort zones is a great way to make that book so much stronger - and if it doesn't work, you can always do something else!

Do All Characters Have Motivation (And Do You Have Too Many of Them?)

For your characters to be engaging, they all need to have their own wants and goals that the readers understand, even if they're a despicable antagonist. Yet another common problem I see is often too many characters to keep track of. You might benefit from merging two secondary characters into one, or cutting back on scenes involving people that never do much in the story.

Every character should have a want, a need, and a drive to get it, which will help you strengthen the plot and weave in more subplots. If your story feels flagging, take a closer look at your characters and make sure they're carrying their weight.

In my initial draft, two of my characters had older sisters that were secretly dating each other. While fun, I quickly realized in re-drafting that they already had what they wanted and including them was slowing down the plot. Cutting those characters ramped up the family tensions and kept the focus on the main characters ,where it needed to be. Another issue was that I wasn't paying enough attention to the villain's motivation - with less side characters to juggle, I had more space to explore that in the story.

Next post: Worldbuilding. Then structure. I promise. Maybe.

[logancreatesworlds]

Rapid Fire Headcanons for Justice Lord J'onn x black!reader (Pt. 2):

Author's Note:

Wanted to do a part two for this. The first one was kinda well-received. If y'all would also just continue to leave comments, that'd great fuel for me to clear my drafts as well.

This is also based on what my friend @c-nstantine and I came up with.

Warning: NSFW. Justice Lord J'onn being a straight menace and Justice League J'onn having that dawg in him. Nobody under 18 allowed. 🔞

Lord J'onn now had everything he wanted: You and his child growing inside you

Every night in bed felt like a victory lap for him

He would always make you say his name, telling him how good he is

But he only cared about his pleasure

You were lucky if you finished

And if you didn't, Lord J'onn could simply use his powers and make you more...receptive to his touch

Lord J'onn also controlled what you wore

As his perfect little wife, your uniform was a black, blue and red dress that looked a lot like his (albeit maternity-sized to accommodate your growing bump)

And no more loose box braids

Classy braided updos only, "like a queen," Lord J'onn had said

You were only allowed to answer him with "Yes, my Lord" or "No, my Lord"

Yes, this also applies to the bedroom

One day, Lord J'onn approaches you and notifies you that he will be gone for a few days with the other Lords

When you ask J'onn where he's going, J'onn says that he's going to save some people

Answering in riddles was expected

Lord J'onn revealed very little about what he and the other Lords go up to

The last time you argued about that, J'onn told you to leave the delicate matters of state to his care before he shoved his hand up your skirt

The guards were used to their boss' 'public displays of affection' at all hours

Any time Lord J'onn was "in the mood," the guards would clear out so that he could have his wicked way with you

And because the Martian was a creature of habit, he always had you in his bed

"A good marriage is built in the bedroom," Mr. Terrific had said

(Lord J'onn always looked pleased when the he asked J'onn if the two of you were sexually active)

Lord Superman had no issue with it either

As long as Lord J'onn did his job, the Kryptonian didn't care what he did to you

Neither did Lord Wonder Woman, who went so far as to tell you the following if you complained:

"You are a Justice Lord's wife. Our service is to not only the country but the world. Look at the difference in his demeanor when he lies with you, when you ride him so completely that he has the gods-given honor of watching you finish. You have his heart and the rest of him. You make the most intimate parts of him throb with want. The least you can do for all of the luxury that you bask in because of his labor is service him."

You quickly understand why she and Lord Batman didn't pursue a relationship

When Lord J'onn returns, he seems oddly content

Knowing you wouldn't get the answer out of him, you follow Lord Batman into the chamber downstairs

Seeing exact counterparts of the Lord downstairs, dress in their old costumes and with Flash in tow, shocked you

"What the Hell did you do?!" You furiously snap at Lord Batman

"You shouldn't be here. If Lord Manhunter finds out-"

"Don't give me that! You went to an alternate universe, didn't you? That is another version of you in that fucking cage!"

Yes, the League watch you cuss Lord Batman out

"This is the safest place for them to be. We will fix their world for them and they will learn to be grateful."

"You sound just like him. I remember there was a time when you tried to help me."

"And that obviously didn't work, now did it?" Lord Batman snaps coldly, gesturing to your pregnant belly

You resist the urge to slap him as he was walks around you

"To be the Batman used to mean being a sumbol of justice, even when it was hard. I hope selling that priceless symbol to Superman for a few coins was worth it."

Lord Batman paused and the continued walking, leaving you behind to stare at the heroes

"Can you help us?" Flash asked

"I'm sorry," You say, holding your belly, "I can't. Only the Bat knows the codes to open these cages. I have to go before my...husband starts wondering where I am."

"Is it his?"

You stare at the alternate version of Martian Manhunter

"The child. Is it his?" J'onn asked

A beat of silence

"Yes."

"How?"

"How quickly a woman becomes a queen when a man decides he wants her. I didn't ask for this. He...chose me, had me whenever he wanted and when he was ready, gave me this," you said bitterly, holding your stomach.

A horrified look crossed J'onn's face

At least this Martian had the decency to feel bad

"I have to go," you say, rushing out of the room

Later, you are resting in your home

The good version of J'onn, in tow with the version of Wonder Woman that you wish you had, broke in

"We came to rescue you. Come," J'onn says.

"I can't. Your twin won't be happy. If I were you, I would get out of here."

"I have absolutely no fear of him. In fact, he should be scared of me after what he did to you. Now please, let us escort you to safety."

Lord J'onn didn't take your desertion well

As the League and the Lords fought toe to toe, the two Martians had a telepathic conversation

"So the Manhunter becomes a criminal. Pathetic," J'onn sneers

"I protect the world from criminals. I protect her."

"Protect her?! Do we lie to ourselves now?! You snatched her up and used her like a toy, put a child in her that she did not want...you broke her and remade her in your own image. And why? Because you were lonely?!"

"Don't pretend like you rescued her because you're so concerned for justice, J'onn. Tell me, did you save (Y/N) because it's the right thing to do? Or did you save her because the thought of having her under you gets you hard too?"

J'onn roared with rage, punching his Lord counterpart harder as he grew a pair of horns to hit him in the head

"I would never do what you did! I shall not harm her! I shall not oppress her! I shall love her and protect her. I shall be the man you couldn't."

Before he could deliver another blow, Luthor got his Lord counterpart with a de-power ray

"So...he can't get to me anymore?" You ask J'onn.

"No, my lady. He cannot. You are safe."

"But I...I have nobody to help me with this," you say, your voice breaking as you hold your belly.

J'onn grabs your hand, "That is not true."

Over the next month, you move to J'onn's universe and into the watchtower

Batman is more than accommodating, helping to examine you and make sure your pregnancy is going well

He even offers to pay for an abortion procedure if you don't wish to continue with the pregnancy

But you did, and J'onn was there every step of the way

Days turned into months

A standard Martian pregnancy took thirteen months, sometimes fourteen for a male fetus

J'onn always came by your room and made sure you are cared for, asking for nothing in return

If you wanted it, he would take care of it

He and Batman set you up with credentials so you could get a job at Gotham University

You were finally able to teach again!

And despite the trauma that J'onn's Justice Lord twin left you with, the Justice League version slowly became your closest ally

One night, after Flash convinced the League to have a movie night, you and J'onn were the last two on the couch

"I see why you humans fear aliens," J'onn muses as the two of you share a pack of Oreos and watch Men in Black, "You make us look terrifying."

"Okay, sir," You giggle, "I know most of y'all aren't giant cockroaches, but you gotta admit - Mr. Give Me a Sugar Water looks a little bit like Lex Luthor."

"He doesn't look a little bit like Lex Luthor," J'onn muses, making you raise an eyebrow, "He looks a lot like Lex Luthor."

The two of you burst out laughing, and the sound of J'onn's deep, chocolatey, baritone laughter thrums deep inside you

The violence of the movie drowned out as the two of you forgot about the world around you

Leaning forward, J'onn kisses you

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

The Martian kissed you like he was waking you up from a sleeping spell

He kissed you like he had fought a dragon for you and in a way, he had

With a gasp, you broke away

"I'm sorry," the Martian apologized, "That wasn't right, I-"

You interrupt him with a deeper kiss, the Oreos long forgotten as you slip onto his lap on the Justice League couch

"My room?" J'onn asks breathlessly

"Yes," You moan

Using his powers, J'onn protectively clutches you as he phases through the floor, and the two of you land gently on his bed

"You may ride me of you wish," J'onn says, eyeing you lustfully, "Cowgirl and side positions are best for pregnant women."

"Mmm looked that up?"

"Yes," J'onn moaned, kissing your neck and helping you out of your clothes

The sex with him was way better than with Lord J'onn

You moaned loudly as J'onn hit the spot inside you that you liked, and J'onn thanked H'Ronmeer for when you bit his neck

Who knew that the put-together Manhunter from Mars liked pain?

The next morning, you woke up in J'onn's arms, his cool, naked chest being the best morning greeting you could ever ask for

"So...I guess this means we're a thing now?" You ask, looking at him uncertainly.

"We are definitely a thing."

And J'onn reminds you in the monitor room, over the rail

In the watchtower hallway, against the wall

In the watchtower kitchen

Wonder Woman might have had a talk with him after she walked in on you both

J'onn may or may not have been wearing the whipped cream meant for her ice mocha off your pussy

"Ayyyyyyy MacDaddy Martian got a girl!" Flash cheers with the two of you finally tell the League

Hawkgirl slaps the speedster in the back of the head

"Ow!"

The League congratulates you two and Batman asks to speak to J'onn in private

"So, you and (Y/N)."

It was never a question with Bruce. Always fact.

"Yes," J'onn confirms

"And (Y/N) is pregnant."

"Yes."

"To his child."

"No. To mine."

Batman gave J'onn a quizzical look, "So when will you tell your son the truth?"

"I might never. Does the Dark Knight see an issue with that?"

"...Take it from me. Keeping secrets is the quickest way to destroy a relationship."

J'onn catches the forlorn look in the Bat's face as he watches you and Diana laugh

Perhaps your son being the child of the evil version of him was a problem

But you didn't have to solve it today

You no longer belonged to him

[quitealotofsodapop]

The incident with the Samhadi Fire, as well as Wukong's distraction of Azure being the turning point that allowed the Queen Mother to escape being killed alongside her husband, Li Jing himself being spared from dying at the Rhino King's hand by Wukong deciding to take offense at him and attack during the Journey, and many other incidents where Wukong had dome soem seemingly selfish or impulsive thing that ended up inadvertently saving someone often without them even knowing are all gathered together as evidence that this is a thing that happened. Mainly because the concept itself is so unbelievable to them that they built a whole conspiracy board to try to find the link to why so many fates got averted and they all led back to a certain monkey

Prev.

The Celestials connecting their avoided deaths and times Wukong was involved like:

Though many have a newfound paranoia for the Monkey King, others find a new appreciation.

Erlang, reading his Draft Scroll: "What on earth? Why does this say I died of old age soon after the Investiture crisis?" Erlang: (*mentally computing the dates*) Erlang: "Ah. Me and the Plum Hill Lads were given Lao Tzu's pills as reward for capturing Wukong. I suppose if I hadn't pulled that off, Uncle would have been content to let me die as a half-mortal..." Erlang, putting his scroll away: "Thank you, old friend."

The Queen Mother herself both thanks and damns the monkey. For although his actions saved her and her daughters, they still caused her to be forever separated from her husband. But she admits that she would have also torn Heaven asunder to secure her mate's health, as the King had done for his Warrior.

Li Jing is shocked of course. When the Rhino King had stolen everyone's astras and weapons, the Heavenly General was left unarmed. Had the divine beast decided to attack head-on, it was likely that Li Jing's mortal origins would have betrayed his body.

And its not just Wukong who's been unknowingly saving people...

Mei, deep into her family's draft scrolls: "Hey Pigsy! You want to see what your's says?" Pigsy: "Absolutely not! Knowing that kinda stuff just spells disaster." MK, panicked holding Pigsy's scroll: "BUT THIS SAID YOU DIED TWENTY YEARS AGO!!" Pigsy: "WHAT!?"

Yup, right there on the bamboo in white and black.

Twenty years ago, January 15. Kitchen gas explosion?

Pigsy scrunches his face with confusion. When the heck was he around bad kitchen equipment? He treats his restaurant like a temple!

Well... except for when he was starting out obviously He was a younger boar then, and a lot more pig-headed. He had wanted to open up immediately, no matter if the equipment that came with the building was decades old and could probably give him tetanus.

But Pigsy had ultimately decided to take a few weeks off and renovate the restaurant. it had been a huge hit to his pockets, but luckily Tang pooled his meagre inheritance together to help out.

Pigsy is pretty sure that Monkey King wasn't involved in all of that.

MK, super worried: "Pigsy, are you 100% sure that nothing weird or Monkey King-related happened on that date twenty years ago?" Pigsy, thinking: "Weird? I mean uh..."

Pigsy, trying to play it as normal: "I mean. I did have to do some baby-proofing, but nothing out of the ordinary." Tang, half-teasing: "Liar. I caught you crying at 4am on the kitchen floor, tearing up all the electricals because you didn't want your little piglet touching anything with a sketchy wire." Pigsy, defensive: "He could climb, Tang! And he chewed anything he got his teeth on! I had to put that bad-tasting spray they make for dogs on all the extension cords!" MK, quietly: "Did... did I help Pigsy avoid that explosion? When I was a baby?" Mei, supportive: "Well... you are Monkey King's mini-me. It makes sense that you inherited some of that changing course of planets and fate power!" MK, thinks back to the Pillar: "Oh."

So yeah. Monkeys of positive chaos, saving their friends and enemies with their presence.

[alicecatfan2007-owlfallsau]

How will the talk between Stan and Ford go? Because I’m afraid that all I can see, is Ford wording everything terribly.

Because the topic of, him being not at all happy that Stan had attempted to find his way to get home, makes its sound like he had never wanted Stan to come back at all.

That, with the fact that he thinks that they shouldn’t try reopen any more portals, makes it also sound like that now he doesn’t want the Hexside kids to find a way back to their home either.

Also if the topic of him thinking that Stan is still irresponsible and an idiot, comes up, It’ll also make it seem that he hasn’t changed at all, and looks down on him, and really doesn’t know him at all.

And that is how Stan takes it, and so he’s now upset and angry at his brother, because in his mind, Ford had basically told him he had wanted gone or even dead. And is of course upset on the Hexside kid’s behalf, cause now he also thinks his brother, doesn’t want the children to get back home to their families.

And to make it worse, the children basically hear all this, and they are now divided, with the Hex Squad obviously being on Stan’s side. Dipper and Mabel being split, because on the one hand, them having had experiences with inter dimensional things, they somewhat understand the dangers and fears that Ford may have, however on the other, they want to help their new friends find their way home, no matter what it takes. And they’re upset at Ford for what they think is him saying that hadn’t ever wanted them to meet Stan or for Stan to even come back.

EN INGLÉS

How will the talk between Stan and Ford go?

Very good question, your observations are very good, but I have a way of answering your questions with the following draft that I have been saving for an occasion like this.

What happened to Ford all these years in this AU?

Most of us would agree that Ford wouldn't want to risk the universe just to save one person, that added to his resentment from the past, which is still present, and the last fight they had, would cause Ford to get the idea that Stan hated him, or worse, that he had died

Believing in his own lies, Ford would close the portal to prevent Bill from coming to this world, as a consequence, Bill would torture him with visions of his brother in his worst moments on the boiling islands, Ford would see how his brother lived much worse situations, how he had to fight against a curse that turned him into a monster, how sometimes he had nothing to eat, and he even saw that he was on the verge of death, what he never knew was if those visions were real or not

30 years later, Mabel and Dipper would arrive at Gravity Falls and meet their uncle Ford, someone paranoid and reserved, but who gets involved in hunting monsters for study, in this universe, their research would be taken into account but would go through a very long evaluation period

In this universe, Mabel would feel disconnected from her uncle and Dipper, since Ford would constantly separate them, this due to the fact that Mabel looked a lot like Stanley as a child

For most of the summer, the children manage to live more with Ford, Dipper admires Ford's discoveries and is excited to know more about him, when the government unexpectedly arrives at Gravity Falls due to a strange alteration of gravity, Ford realizes that possibly something is trying to open the portal

When Ford and the children arrive in the basement to find out what is happening, the portal opens long enough for Ford to see a ghostly version of Stanley

Ford would first be scared to see Stanley again, but when the shock was wearing off, Stan quickly tells him what he had experienced on the boiling islands

And the children were in shock and excited to meet another family member

To clarify, no, Ford has changed, but the fear of Bill coming back, plus the now fear of losing Dipper and Mabel made him do stupid things…

He loves his brother, he wants him back, but he's also terrified of the consequences

That doesn't mean he doesn't love Stan

And in fact, something interesting happens a few weeks after Stan and the Hex squad arrive in Gravity Falls

I'll do an individual post about it

Since the comic is still in progress, and I feel like my point will be better understood here, I'm going to show everyone the script for my comic. I'll keep working on the comic, but this will answer the main question about Ford.

Dialogues from the comic “a tale of two stans”

Mabel: Oh my god, oh my god! What’s your name?!

Stan: Oh, ah… I’m Stan… Stan Pines

Dipper: Pines? Wait does that mean you’re…?

Ford: Stanley… my brother…

Mabel: You had a twin brother all this time and you didn’t tell us?!

Ford: I-I… I…

Stan: I’ll pretend that doesn’t matter for now. I’m so happy to see you! Look at you, you’ve gotten so old!

Ford: How… How are you so young?

Stan: Oh, that… well Eda, a great friend, helped me with that, anyway, as I was saying, are you okay? What happened when I left? Who are these little kids?

Ford: I… ah, right… this is Dipper and Mabel

Stan: Dipper and Mabel… interesting… nice to meet you, kids… what are you exactly? My brother’s kids?

Dipper: ah… n-no, we’re your nephews… technically great-nephews, because our grandfather is Shermie

Stan: I have nephews and I… did I miss that? Did it really happen 30 years? … I’m sorry I got in touch with you so late… but I’m here! Almost…

Mabel: how exciting! we have another uncle! can I call you uncle stan?

Stan: sure, pumpkin

Mabel: you gave me a nickname! I love it!

Stan: hahaha, I like this girl, she’s weird

Dipper: how… how is it possible that you appeared out of nowhere? why do you look like a hologram?

Stan: A what?

Mabel: Like a ghost!

Stan: Oh, sure, maybe the magic of this place has something to do with it…

Dipper: Wait, did you say magic?

Stan: Yeah…

*Stan takes out a journal that he carries with him everywhere

Stan: Maybe if I find the right combination of glyphs, we can create a better portal back, for that I need more titan blood… it will be a complicated task, since there isn't much… but if I find enough, we can make the portal's magic work…

Mabel: Hehehe, wow, you sound just like Uncle Ford

Stan: Like a nerd? Yeah, that's the curse of being on the boiling islands… are you okay, kid?

Dipper: It's… it's incredible! Are you saying that magic exists?!

Stan: Well, there's not only magic, there's a whole world full of magic and other things

Dipper: This is- I can't even… Living in Gravity Falls… I never thought any of this could be possible!

Mabel: There are gnomes and minotaurs! Why did you think magic didn't exist?!

Dipper: I don't know! I thought the only weird place in the world was Gravity Falls!

Dipper looks at Stanley with excitement-

Dipper: I waited so long to meet someone like you! I don't know what to say! I have a lot of questions!

Ford: Dipper, I don't think-

Dipper: Tell me everything about yourself! What do you do?! What do you eat?! Is there a different language in that place?! How did you survive?! Do you breathe oxygen?! How do you do magic?!

Stan: Wow, wow! Easy, little one, one question at a time - he smiles - let's start with the basics, shall we?

Dipper: Oh, right, sorry, it's just that, I find it amazing how you managed to do… -waves his arms trying to make himself understood- this!

Stan: Well, not everyone can open the closest thing to a portal to talk to someone from their own dimension, but I did it so… yeah, I'm amazing

Dipper: Exactly! Now, what's the place you're in like?

Stan: The Boiling Isles are the complete opposite of a fantasy book and it's… great, there are witches, weird creatures, a magic system, super old-fashioned covens and we're on top of what would be called the corpse of a being called "the titan", not to mention that this is my Talifriend, Lupin

*Stan shows them a little phoenix on his shoulder

Mable: Aaaaaaah! How cute! Where did you get it? I want one!

Stan: These little guys can be created with a special wood, they serve as companions and as staffs, it has helped me learn magic, although I learned the basics with glyph magic

Dipper:…- shocked -… how can I get there? I need to know everything!

Stan: Well, I'm working on a way to open a portal, this is the closest, but it's a step forward! If I get enough materials, I think I'll be back in a few weeks, months at most

Dipper: A portal! What is it?! How do you build it?! Can you-?!

Ford: A portal?!…- terrified- You?! Don't make me laugh, you idiot! You're no good at that stuff! I'm the genius here! How are you going to create a portal?! Paper and cardboard?!

Stan: Th-that's right! I don't know much about these things but I'm doing it! This is the proof! - points to himself

Stan tries to touch something, But he blinks a little when he tries to touch a pen and it goes through him

Stan: Ah! Well, it'll take some time But, if I keep working on this, I can make it work! And I'll be back! And we can forget that everything that happened!

Ford: It's been 30 years Stanley! You better stay there! It's clear that you enjoy your stay there, besides, do you think that anyone here has missed you?! No, obviously not! Then, stop your nonsense and go bother somewhere else! Stan freezes at those words

Mabel: Uncle Ford! That's horrible! Why do you say things like that to him?!

Ford: Because it's the truth! Stanley hasn't done anything worthwhile with his life! What is he going to do now that he's an old man without a brain?! Not to mention the risks of opening that damn portal! For all I care, he can stay there and die of old age!

Ford regretted saying that last thing, one thing was to push Bill away, another thing was to completely hurt his brother, he really loved Stanley, but he couldn't risk the world for a silly thing, they weren't going to pay millions for one person, even if it hurt him

Stan: Ford…

Suddenly he feels a tug, he had agreed with Luz to wear a rope around his waist in case the portal was being dismantled on the other side

Stan: No, no, not yet! Not yet! - he pulls on the rope - I'm so close now! I can't give up!

Ford: Get out Stanley! And don't even think about coming back because here! No one is waiting for you!

Stan: … Ford… - he keeps being pulled, but he fights - Listen to me, Ford! I'm sorry! I'm sorry for everything! For the science project, for ruining your life! - between tears - All I wanted to do was come back here to tell you that I'm sorry! I'm sorry! For everything!

Ford feels his heart breaking at the desperation of his brother, his younger brother, his twin, but he knows that if he gives in, Stanley will try again and he can't take the risk, no matter how much he wants to tell his brother that he really has forgiven him.

Ford: … go now

Stan: … I'm sorry… - he says one last time while looking down -

Dipper and Mabel panic when they see Stan fading away

Mabel: No, you can't let him go! - she takes Ford and Stan by the hand

Dipper: He's your brother, you can't abandon him!

Ford: He was the one who ruined my life! Don't expect me to forgive that being so… so… DESPICABLE!

Dipper: … And to think I admired you… You are despicable! - approaches Stan -

Mabel: You still have something to come back for! We want to meet you! Please don't give up!

Ford: They say that because they don't know him!

Dipper: …-looks at Ford with hatred and then looks at Stan- let this not depend on him… you want to go back, right?, Stan…

Stan: I…

at first, Stan only wanted to see Ford again… But now that his hopes of recovering his old friendship were broken… He no longer has a reason to stay except…

except this pair of twins who do want to have him there, who want to meet him

Stan: … Yes, I want to go back…

Ford is not able to say anything, his heart wants to see him, to hug him, but his mind tells him that according to logic, that could cost the world everything

Stan: … I will return… I promise… And this time I will do things right

*Stan looks at both children

Stan: I can't wait to see them in person and hear their adventures

Both children smile

Ford no longer knows what to say so that Stan doesn't open the portal

Stan begins to fade

Stan: goodbye…

Stan fades away and disappears

...

and well, answering the other part of your question about Ford not being happy to have the Hex Squad helping Stan create a new portal, I mentioned that at first he wasn't happy that Stan didn't listen to his requests, that doesn't mean he's not happy to see his brother, in fact, after having warned him many times, he showed that he was actually happy to have his brother back

The only thing he couldn't stand is that Stan doesn't seem to hate him

this doesn't mean he's not angry with Ford, but he's not very happy with the fact that Ford chose to save and protect the universe over his brother, he understood that, but it was still painful to accept this situation

Stan and Ford don't talk much in the first few weeks, but as they babysit all the kids, Ford and Stan grow closer, even going to the lake for a quiet chat

Dipper and Mabel are more supportive of Stan, but they also come to understand Ford

Eventually, the Hex Squad would come to understand Ford as well, especially Luz, as she is also afraid that her actions will end up hurting everyone else

In another post, I will show Ford and Stan's conversation about the situation with the Hex Squad

Sorry if I went on too long in this post, I wanted to clarify some doubts :3

Thanks for asking

EN ESPAÑOL

¿Cómo será la conversación entre Stan y Ford?

Muy buena pregunta, tus observaciones son muy buenas, pero tengo una forma de responder a tus preguntas con el siguiente borrador que llevo guardando para una ocasión como esta.

¿que ha pasado con Ford todos estos años en este AU?

La mayoria de nosotros estara de acuerdo en que Ford no querria arriesgar el universo solo por salvar a una persona, eso sumado a su rencor del pasado, que sigue presente, y la ultima pelea que tuvieron, causaria que Ford se hiciera a la idea de que Stan lo odiaba, o peor aun, que habia muerto

Creyendo en sus propias mentiras, Ford cerraría el portal para evitar que Bill llegara a este mundo, como consecuencia, Bill lo torturaria con visiones de su hermano en sus peores momentos en las islas hirvientes, Ford veria como su hermano vivia situaciones mucho peores, como tenia que luchar contra una maldicion que lo convertia en un monstruo, como a veces no tenia nada de comer, e incluso veia que estaba al borde de la muerte, lo que nunca supo fue si esas visiones eran reales o no

30 años despues, Mabel y Dipper llegarian a gravity falls y conocerian a su tio Ford, alguien paranoico y reservado, pero que se involucra en la caceria de monstruos para su estudio, en este universo, sus investigaciones si serian tomadas en cuenta pero pasarian por un periodo de evaluacion muy largo

En este universo, Mabel se sentiria desconectada de su tio y de Dipper, ya que Ford los separaria constantemente, esto por el hecho de que Mabel se parecia mucho a Stanley de niño

Durante casi todo el verano, los niños logran convivir mas con Ford, dipper admira los descubrimientos de ford y le emociona saber mas de el, cuando el gobierno llega de imprevisto a gravity falls debido a una extraña alteracion de la gravedad, Ford se da cuenta de que posiblemente algo esta intentando abrir el portal

Cuando Ford y los niños llegan al sotano para averiguar que ocurre, el portal se abre el tiempo suficiente para que Ford pueda ver una version fantasmal de Stanley

Ford primero se asustaria de ver a Stanley de nuevo, pero cuando el shock se le estaba pasando, Stan le cuenta rapidamente lo que habia vivido en las islas hirvientes

Y los niños estaban en shock y emocionados por conocer a otro familiar

para aclarar, no, Ford si a cambiado, pero el miedo de que Bill regrese, mas el ahora miedo de perder a Dipper y a Mabel hizo que hiciera cosas estupidas…

ama a su hermano, lo quiere de vuelta, pero tambien le aterran las consecuencias

eso no quiere decir que no quiera a Stan

y De hecho, ocurre algo interesante unas semanas despues de que Stan y el Hex squad llegan a Gravity Falls

hare una publicacion individual al respecto

ya que el comic sigue en proceso, y siento que aqui se dara a entender mejor mi punto, voy a mostrarles a todos el guion de mi comic, seguire trabajando en el comic, pero esto respondera la pregunta principal sobre Ford

Dialogos del comic “a tale of two stans”

Mabel: ¡oh por dios, oh por dios! ¡¿como te llamas?!

Stan: oh, ah… soy Stan… Stan Pines

Dipper: ¿Pines? Espera ¿eso significa que tu eres…?

Ford: Stanley… mi hermano…

Mabel: ¡¿tenias un hermano gemelo todo este tiempo y no nos dijiste?!

Ford: y-yo… yo…

Stan: fingire que eso no importa por ahora ¡estoy tan feliz de verte! ¡mirate, te volviste tan viejo!

Ford: ¿como… como estas tan joven?

Stan: oh, eso… pues Eda, una gran amiga, me ayudo con eso, en fin, como decia ¿estas bien? ¿que paso cuando me fui? ¿quienes son estos pequeños niños?

Ford: yo… ah, claro… ellos son Dipper y Mabel

Stan: Dipper y Mabel… interesante… mucho gusto, niños… ¿que son exactamente? ¿los hijos de mi hermano?

Dipper: ah… n-no, somos tus sobrinos… tecnicamente sobrino-nietos, porque nuestro abuelo es Shermie

Stan: ¿tengo sobrinos y yo… me perdi eso? ¿realmente pasaron 30 años? … lamento haberme puesto en contacto con ustedes tan tarde… pero ya estoy aqui! Casi…

Mabel: ¡que emocion! ¡tenemos un tio mas! ¿puedo llamarte tio stan?

Stan: claro, calabazita

Mabel: ¡me pudiste un apodo! ¡me encanta!

Stan: jajaja, me agrada esta niña, ella es rara

Dipper: ¿como… como es posible que hayas aparecido de la nada? ¿porque te ves como un holograma?

Stan: ¿un que cosa?

Mabel: como un fantasma!

Stan: oh, claro, tal vez la magia de este lugar tenga algo que ver con eso…

Dipper: un momento ¿dijiste magia?

Stan: si…

*stan saca un diario que lleva consigo a todos lados

Stan: tal vez si encuentro la combinacion correcta de glifos, podamos crear un mejor portal de regreso, para eso necesito mas sangre de titan… sera una tarea complicada, ya que no hay mucha… pero si encuentro suficiente, podemos hacer que la magia del portal funcione…

Mabel: jejeje, vaya, suenas igual que el tío Ford

Stan: ¿como un nerd? Si, esa es la maldicion de estar en las islas hirvientes… ¿estas bien, niño?

Dipper: es… es increible! ¡¿estas diciendo que existe la magia?!

Stan: pues no solo existe la magia, existe todo un mundo lleno de magia y otras cosas

Dipper: ¡esto es- ni siquiera puedo… viviendo en Gravity Falls… ¡Jamás creí que nada de esto podía ser posible!

Mabel: ¡existen gnomos y minotauros! ¡¿por qué creías que la magia no existía?!

Dipper: ¡No lo se! ¡Pensé que el único lugar raro del mundo era gravity falls!

Dipper mira a Stanley con emocion-

Dipper: ¡espere tanto para conocer a alguien como tú! ¡No sé qué decir! ¡Tengo un montón de preguntas!

Ford: Dipper, no creo que-

Dipper: ¡Háblame de todo sobre ti! ¡¿qué haces?! ¡¿qué comes?! ¡¿hay un idioma diferente en ese lugar?! ¡¿cómo has sobrevivido?! ¡¿respiras oxígeno?! ¡¿cómo haces magia?!

Stan: ¡wow, wow! Tranquilo, pequeñín, una pregunta a la vez - sonríe - empecemos con lo básico, ¿Te parece?

Dipper: oh, claro, lo siento, es que, me parece sorprendente como has logrado hacer… - mueve sus brazos tratando de darse a entender- ¡esto!

Stan: Bueno, no cualquiera puede abrir lo más cercano a un portal para hablar con alguien de su propia dimensión, pero yo lo hice así que… sí, soy asombroso

Dipper: ¡exacto! Ahora, ¿cómo es el lugar donde estás?

Stan: Las islas hirvientes son todo lo contrario a un libro de fantasía y es… genial, hay brujas, Criaturas raras, un sistema de magia, aquelarres superanticuados y estamos encima de lo que se llamaría el cadáver de un ser llamado "el titán", sin mencionar que este es mi Taliamigo, Lupin

*Stan les muestra un pequeño fénix en su hombro

Mable: ¡aaaaaaah! ¡que tierno! ¡¿donde lo conseguiste? ¡quiero uno!

Stan: estos pequeños se pueden crear con una madera especial, sirven como compañeros y como bastones, me ha ayudado a aprender magia, aunque lo basico lo aprendi con la magia de glifos

Dipper:…- shokeado -… ¿cómo puedo ir para allá? ¡Necesito saberlo todo!

Stan: bueno, estoy trabajando en una forma de abrir un portal, esto es lo más cercano, Pero es un avance! Si consigo suficientes materiales, creo que estare de regreso en unas semanas, meses como maximo

Dipper: ¡un portal! ¡¿cómo es?! ¡¿cómo lo construyes?! ¡¿pue-?!

Ford: ¡¿un portal?!…-aterrado- ¡¿tu?! ¡no me hagas reír, cabeza hueca! ¡tu no sirves para esas cosas! ¡yo soy el genio aqui! ¡¿como vas a crear un portal?! ¡¿papel y cartón?!

Stan: ¡E-es cierto! ¡No sé mucho de estas cosas pero lo estoy logrando! ¡Está es la prueba! - se señala a si mismo

Stan intenta tocar algo, Pero parpadea un poco cuando trata de tocar un bolígrafo y lo traspasa

Stan: ah! Bueno, tomará algo de tiempo Pero, si sigo trabajando en esto, Puedo hacer que funcione! Y volvere! Y podremos olvidar que todo lo que paso!

Ford: ¡ya pasaron 30 años Stanley! ¡es mejor que te quedes ahi! Esta claro que disfrutas de tu estancia alli, ademas ¡¿tu crees que le has hecho falta a alguien aquí?! ¡no, obviamente no! ¡entonces, deja tus estupideces y vete a fastidiar a otra parte! Stan se congela ante esas palabras

Mabel: ¡Tío Ford! ¡Eso es horrible! ¡¿Por qué le dices esas cosas?!

Ford: ¡porque es la verdad! ¡Stanley no ha hecho nada con su vida que valga la pena! ¿¡qué va a hacer ahora que es un anciano sin cerebro?! Sin mencionar los riesgos de abrir ese dichoso portal ¡Por mí, que se quede en ese lugar y muera de vejez!

Ford se arrepintió de decir eso último, una cosa era alejar a Bill, otra cosa era dañar por completo a su hermano, en serio amaba a Stanley, pero no podía arriesgar el mundo por una tontería, por una persona no iban a pagar millones, aunque eso le doliese

Stan: Ford…

De repente siente un tirón, había acordado junto a Luz llevar una cuerda en la cintura en caso de que el portal se estuviera desmantelando en el otro lado

Stan: no, no, aún no ¡Aún no! - jala de la cuerda - ¡Estoy tan cerca ahora! ¡no puedo rendirme!

Ford: ¡lárgate Stanley! ¡y ni de te ocurra volver porque aquí! ¡nadie te esta esperando!

Stan: … Ford… - sigue siendo jalado, pero lucha - ¡Escuchame, Ford! ¡Lo siento! ¡Lo siento por todo! ¡Por el proyecto de ciencias, por arruinar tu vida! - entre lágrimas - ¡Todo lo que quería hacer era volver aquí para decirte que lo lamento! ¡Lo siento! ¡por todo!

Ford siente como se le rompe el corazón ante la desesperación de su hermano, su hermano menor, su gemelo, pero sabe que si cede, Stanley lo intentará de nuevo y no puede correr el riesgo, por más que le quiera decirle a su hermano que realmente ya lo perdono

Ford:… ya vete

Stan: … Lo siento… - dice una última vez mientras baja la mirada -

Dipper y Mabel entran en pánico al ver que Stan se desvanece

Mabel: ¡No, no puedes dejar que se vaya! - toma de la mano a Ford y a Stan

Dipper; ¡Es tu hermano, no puedes abandonarlo!

Ford: ¡él fue quien arruinó mi vida! ¡no esperen que perdone a ese ser tan… tan… ¡DESPRECIABLE!

Dipper: … Y pensar que te admiraba … ¡Tu eres despreciable! - se acerca a Stan -

Mabel: ¡Aún tienes algo por lo que volver! ¡Queremos conocerte! ¡Por favor, no te rindas!

Ford: ¡eso lo dicen porque no lo conocen!

Dipper:…-mira con odio a Ford para luego mirar a Stan- que esto no dependa de él…quieres volver ¿no?, Stan…

Stan: yo…

al principio, Stan solo quería volver a ver a Ford… Pero ahora que sus esperanzas de recuperar su antigua amistad se rompieron… Ya no tiene razón para quedarse excepto…

excepto este par de gemelos que si lo quieren tener ahí, que quieren conocerlo

Stan: … Si, quiero volver…

Ford no es capaz de decir nada, su corazón quiere verlo, abrazarlo, pero su mente le dice que según la lógica, eso podría costarle todo al mundo

Stan: … Volveré… Lo prometo… Y está vez haré las cosas bien

*Stan mira a ambos niños

Stan: no puedo esperar para verlos en persona y escuchar sus aventuras

Ambos niños sonríen

Ford ya no sabe que decir para que Stan no abra el portal

Stan se empieza a desvanecer

Stan: Nos vemos…

Dipper: … Y pensar que te admiraba … ¡Tu eres despreciable! - se acerca a Stan -

Mabel: ¡Aún tienes algo por lo que volver! ¡Queremos conocerte! ¡Por favor, no te rindas!

Ford: ¡eso lo dicen porque no lo conocen!

Dipper:…-mira con odio a Ford para luego mirar a Stan- que esto no dependa de él…quieres volver ¿no?, Stan…

Stan: yo…

al principio, Stan solo quería volver a ver a Ford… Pero ahora que sus esperanzas de recuperar su antigua amistad se rompieron… Ya no tiene razón para quedarse excepto…

excepto este par de gemelos que si lo quieren tener ahí, que quieren conocerlo

Stan: … Si, quiero volver…

Ford no es capaz de decir nada, su corazón quiere verlo, abrazarlo, pero su mente le dice que según la lógica, eso podría costarle todo al mundo

Stan: … Volveré… Lo prometo… Y está vez haré las cosas bien

*Stan mira a ambos niños

Stan: no puedo esperar para verlos en persona y escuchar sus aventuras

Ambos niños sonríen

Ford ya no sabe que decir para que Stan no abra el portal

Stan se empieza a desvanecer

Stan: Nos vemos…

Stan se desvanece y desaparece

...

y bueno, respondiendo a la otra parte de tu pregunta sobre que Ford no estaba feliz de tener al Hex Squad ayudando a Stan a crear un nuevo portal, mencione que al principio no estaba feliz de que Stan no escuchara sus peticiones, eso no significa que no este feliz de ver a su hermano, de hecho, después de haberle advertido muchas veces, mostró que en realidad estaba feliz de tener a su hermano de vuelta

Lo único que no podía soportar es que Stan parece no odiarlo

esto no significa que no esté enojado con Ford, pero no está muy contento con el hecho de que Ford eligió salvar y proteger al universo que a su hermano, lo entendía, pero seguía siendo doloroso aceptar esta situación

Stan y Ford no hablan mucho en las primeras semanas, pero mientras cuidan a todos los niños, Ford y Stan se hacen más cercanos, incluso van al lago para charlar con más calma

Dipper y Mabel apoyan más a Stan, pero también entienden a Ford

eventualmente, el Hex Squad también entendería a Ford, en especial Luz, ya que ella también tiene miedo de que sus acciones terminen perjudicando a todos los demás

En otra publicación, mostraré la conversación de Ford y Stan sobre la situación con el Hex Squad

Disculpa si me extendí demasiado en esta publicación, quería aclarar algunas dudas :3

Gracias por preguntar

[mylovejimimi]

SNEAK PEEK | A MINIMONI STORY PT 1

— PAIRING: boyfriend!jimin x fem!reader x friend!namjoon x ??? — GENRE: smut +18. minors dni — WARNINGS: smut, dirty dirty talk (jimin's a menace), vaginal sex, oral sex (m receiving), not as much fluids as the last one lol but still fluids, riding, accidental vouyerism, talks of kinks, mentions of gang bang, jimin calls reader mean names, jimin and reader are in fluffy love, SOME plot — SUMMARY: It's your sweet, loving boyfriend's turn to plan your weekly date, and his sweet, homey plan comes with an exciting surprise in the form of a friend that he totally forgot was crashing at his place. — WORDS: almost 5k This one is like the holy scripture compared to the tae and jk one lmaooo but don't forget there's gonna be a part 2!!!!! promise to make it worse &lt;3don't be shy and tell me what you think about my works! also i lied and say i would post it last night but my first draft didn't save <3 i love technology <3333 please remember you can send me a tip by buying me a ko-fi if you like this stories, it will meant the world to me and it will help me ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ Enjoy !

Whenever your schedules coincide, you and Jimin always made sure to have a date. Today was no exception.

Having an idol boyfriend, it was never an easy task to find time to spend together. And to have quality time, on top of that; a moment when he wasn’t too tired or overworked, or even anxious, and could engage in conversations or activities with you as his stress-free, lovely self. You always understood and supported him because that was his passion after all – though it never got any easier to watch him be away in tours or stay in the city but be unreachable, busy every second of the day. Also, you worked too, a less glamourous job of course, but a lot of times you had to give up your free time for some extra-hours or documents to finish at home.

Luckily for you, the boys just wrapped up the promos for their latest comeback, which meant they were relatively free for a couple weeks. It was Jimin’s idea to have a date every week, as long as he wasn’t required to work 24/7, to make up for past or future time apart.

So, it was a late Friday night and both of you lazed around in Jimin's apartment. You two loved going out and about the city, doing whatever activity you could think of, but since it was your boyfriend’s turn to plan the date – and he had been feeling like a homebody lately – he decided to have a chill night with you, the love of his life. You cooked, laughed, drank, danced around a little to his songs and now you were drinking again, sitting on the mat in between the sofa and the coffee table, chatting while soft music played in the background.

“It was an awful fit to be ever seen wearing! Whoever told you it looked good was lying” you laughed out loud at your boyfriend’s frown, before downing what was left of a bottle of soju, one of the many that you and Jimin already drank. You had the capacity to hold gallons of alcohol if you wanted; Jimin often joked that was what made him fell in love with you.

“It was you who told me I looked hot! I sent you a mirror pic and you replied with fire emojis” Jimin accused you with an offended pout, pushing you playfully and, in your tipsy state, making you fall fully on the ground. You giggled.

“I surely wasn’t in my best moment. Must had been one of those weeks of forced celibacy you make me go through when you release music, and thirst possessed me.” Jimin rolled his eyes with a little smile.

“Yeah, yeah, I get it. You get horny just like the rest of us, you’re not special.” You felt giddy and fuzzy inside because of both the alcohol and Jimin’s company. Goddamn, how you loved that man. Couldn’t help your big smile, heart in your eyes.

“Like the rest of you? You have no idea the depths and length of my horniness.” You started to draw random patterns on his thigh with your finger but kept staring adoringly into his eyes, always bold and teasing around him.  With a hint of a smirk, he arched an eyebrow at your words and actions.

“Oh my God, right now too? You’re a horndog!” Jimin laughed heartily, pushing you again. You laughed along joyously, feeling happier than you ever been. You were sure you would never love a person the way you loved Jimin.

“Can you blame me? My boyfriend is way too hot.” Despite the dying laughter, Jimin, always up for flirting, had a smug expression that could be only mean problems. Sitting side by side, you only needed to crane your necks a little to be inches away from each other’s face, which was so helpful to your playing. You smirked, whole body facing Jimin’s now and buzzing with alcohol and imprudent ideas. 

“Praising me for free? You’re totally too horny for your own good right now. But you’re right, I’m hot.” His smile got bigger and bigger the closer he got to you, stalking you slowly in the manner a predator about to attack his prey would. Soon enough, you could feel his breath caressing your lips: sweet with the fragrance of the flavored drinks, warm and intoxicating. Your eyes found his and in them you saw the glossy filter of alcohol mirroring yours, but the desire in his blown-out pupils was beyond comprehension.  Your boyfriend was a menace – for you more than for anybody else. “And my girlfriend is hot as hell as well.”

“I am.”

“And we’re both very drunk.” Your heart accelerated in a second, just feeling the heat that radiated from Jimin and his gaze on your lips. And you knew Jimin was no better, if the ragged breaths escaping his mouth was any giveaway. “And we’ve been apart from each other for so long already.”

Call it a signal from the universe or simply your guts instincts being one step ahead of you, but a ray of clarity downed upon you carrying a possibility that, while it turned you on a bit, wasn’t completely right. Before taking things further, you frowned slightly.

“Baby wait, we’re in the living room, what if Taehyung or Jungkook just drop by without notice? They know the code for the door.” Jimin just shrugged, giving no importance to the very real, very probable problem. You, on the other hand, were too aware of it, remembering all the times you were there and any of the boys – usually the maknaes – would just walk in. Your boyfriend did not back off though; he just tilted his head playfully.

“Why does it matter? Everybody had seen us before at some point, and, like, this is my home. Plus, we’ll hear the door if anybody comes in.” Finally, he moved just the littlest bit so his lips could move yours whenever he talked. Jimin stared intensely into your eyes, speaking in this sultry, seducing tone that was so unique to him. “It’s been so long, baby, and I need you so much right now. I can’t even think of anything but having you right this moment. We’d waited long enough, my love.” And he closed the distance with a fervent kiss. You were never strong enough to fight his kisses, much less when you wanted it as much as him.

It always amazed you just how synced up you and Jimin were; but, well, everybody said all the time how right you were for each other for a reason. He knew exactly how deep to kiss, how fast or how sweet, and, of course, how to touch all the magical parts of your body to make you go feral. And you knew all of him too – but the truth is that both of you shared a lot of likes in every aspect of life, including intimacy. So, you knew he liked as much tongue as possible and as desperately as one can make it. Also, he liked to be touched everywhere at all times, because his body tended to get so sensitive, so brittle to your hands when he was turned on. Jimin loved feeling adored, and you loved to adore him.

He settled his hands on your ass, pulling until you were straddling him. Not missing a single beat, Jimin moved his lips to your throat, making sure to bit and kiss the most sensible spots. You gasped and whined and said things that Jimin couldn’t hear well with all the blood rushing in his ears. Then, all of a sudden, you gripped his hair in a fist and tugged his head backwards, away from your neck, because you knew he loved to roughhouse too. Jimin could clearly see the arousal and drunkenness swimming in your eyes, and he knew he must look just the same, but it was okay because you had been together long enough to be very acquainted with the wildest part of each other. Now it was your turn to attack his neck, and Jimin couldn’t help but think how good you were at it, surely more skilled than him. He groaned and whined loudly as the kisses became sucking and light nibbling everywhere; it went from his neck to his jaw to his ear and all the way down again, always mindful to avoid leaving too noticeable marks on the flesh.

At some point, he began grinding his crotch into whatever part of your body it could grind into, becoming impatient and whiny, so you stopped and left his neck to grip his jaw and look into his eyes. Only then, both of you realized what a mess of red lipstick you were.

“Who’s domming?” You asked, panting. As an answer, Jimin whined more and pouted, making you giggle. “You pretty, spoiled pillow bitch. You will have to do all the dirty work on your own someday, you know.” And you got back to work.

Not much time passed between the teasing and the doing, both of you needing to satiate the constant thirst you had for the other. You two were so high on arousal and desperation, aided by the alcohol, that you skipped the step of taking the clothes off. Jimin lowered his sweatpants to his upper thigh to get his girthy cock and heavy balls out, and then lowered your camisole enough to get your breasts out too, because he was obsessed with them.

“Baby –” you breathed when you took a hold of his member and felt how hard he was. He thrusted mildly and unconsciously, groaning when you tightened your hold on him. The precum his tip was leaking started to cover your fingers once you started fisting him, and you couldn’t resist the temptation: you released his member to take your hand to your mouth and lick his fluids away, making a show of it all for your boyfriend, who groaned loudly.

Before taking your hand down again, you licked your palm, but this time, instead of his cock, you took both of the man’s balls, playing with and gripping them. Jimin threw his head back on the sofa, moaning in a high pitch and tightening his grip on your hips, surely imprinting his fingers on the skin. Once again, you took his cock and got up your knees before moving out of the way your skirt and underwear. You were so wet that your folds squelched when you separated them to descend on your boyfriend, impaling yourself on the meaty, delicious member of his. The stretch left you breathless for a moment, because Jimin was large enough to fill you up fully even if he wasn’t hard. To get you out of the discomfort, he captured your mouth in a sloppy kiss, guiding you to move slowly on him and taking the liberty of put his thumb on your clit. You moaned, and mere seconds later, you were bouncing on your own, increasing speed and clenching your insides sporadically. Your boyfriend, in return, pushed you back down when you bounced up until you both found the perfect rhythm.

You two were too immersed in your own world; too consumed by pleasure to hear the distinct sound of the door lock being unlocked and the footsteps that followed.

“You’re my bitch, got it? This ass is only mine to fuck,” Jimin exhaled close to your mouth, trying to keep his eyes focused on you moving face. You whimpered but nodded. “I will use you like the cockslut you are, whenever I want to and however I want to. And with whoever I want to.” He thrusted up with vigor, clearly liking the idea of sharing you. “Can you imagine it? To get fucked by me and then by any of my friends? Or all of them, because I know the greedy whore you are.” And he made you gasp out loud by biting your nipple and suctioning it. You panted open-mouthed now, forcing your eyes to stay open and watch how your boyfriend went from one nipple to the other, and then to insert his tongue shamelessly in your mouth.

You almost lost your mind at the way he licked filthily your wet insides, but the idea of being shared was pushing stronger. It was no secret to your boyfriend that one of your deepest fantasies was to be shared by several people, submitting to them, being at their mercy; and despite the natural jealousy that arose in Jimin at the beginning, he couldn’t get the idea out of his head for days. He thought about it so obsessively that he got desensitized to jealousy, and, at one moment, he found himself getting hard and needing to jerk off to the made-up image of you being used by multiple people. So, it became his fantasy too.

“You always wanted that, to get passed around like a pretty toy, cock after cock fucking this useless pussy.” Jimin chuckled with gritted teeth, getting more turn on by his own words. You whined loudly, just as loud as Jimin was talking – because he simply couldn’t regulate his voice while fucking –, which was pretty loud for anybody else in the room to hear. And there indeed was someone hearing and watching you from the entrance. Not like any of you realized though. “You know what else a filthy slut like you wants? To choke on cocks. To get your pretty face fucked rough. To have cum dripping from your mouth and still get your throat fucked over and over again. And I know you want to choke on my members’ cocks, don’t you? Get on your knees for the seven of us, suck dry the cocks of those friends that think you’re just my cute, little girlfriend; their pretty, dumb friend.” Jimin hissed with a particular tight squeeze, so close to release. He gripped your hair, tight, and pushed your face closer to his. “Who is the spoiled pillow bitch now?” And he kissed you, knowing both of you were mere moments away from the best orgasm of the year.

And then, a phone rang strepitously right there in the living room, some meters away from where you were. And you knew it was neither yours nor your boyfriend's.

Both you and Jimin jumped in your places, separating from each other's body once you saw a blushing and frantic Namjoon hurriedly looking for his phone in his pants. With one hand, Jimin hurried to help you fix your bra and top that were half off your body, while with the other hand, he tried to put himself inside his own pants as hastily. As if Namjoon hadn't been watching your passionate encounter for the last five minutes.

Your head? Empty, come back later. Your body? Burning with shame and, well... other things had arisen too.

“J-Joon” you started, still out of breath, but you had nothing else to say. You just stared at your friend, who arrived at the perfect time to see you being dommed.

By your peripherical vision, you saw your boyfriend getting red in the face, expression twisted into pure fury.

“Yah! You –“ And he stopped himself in his tracks, staying completely still for a second and then clearly his throat, his whole demeanor changing in an instant. It was completely weird for Jimin to stop himself from berating someone, being the most argumentative man ever as he was.

What the fuck is going on?

“S-sorry you had to watch us, Namjoon” he said calmly but still harsh. Overcoming quickly the initial surprise and change of behavior, Jimin showed his friend he definitely didn’t like the unconsented voyeurism.

Namjoon, on the other hand, was petrified in place, holding both of his friends’ stares. Mind completely blank, he couldn’t think of any excuse or justification, not even the very real reason he was there.

“It’s, uh, it’s okay. I didn’t see much.” He wanted to slap himself for saying that. It implied he had seen at least a little. “I just arrived, really didn’t see or hear anything. No big deal.” And then both you and Jimin saw it – the proof that Namjoon saw some and heard some and he even liked some. The bulging in the front of his sweats wasn’t that obvious but it definitively was there, where it wasn’t in everyday happenings. You both got visibly surprised, maybe a little aroused too, but said nothing. Instead, you two, in all your lipstick-messed glory, stared Namjoon in the eye with some sort of dignity.

“I would have appreciated it if you hadn’t seen anything or said something or go somewhere else.” Jimin was always borderline aggressive when he thought something was inappropriate; and, though you didn’t always agree with this approach, you stood by him on this one because he was right.

“But I told you we shouldn’t do this here in the open,” you whispered, a little ashamed. Namjoon blinked, speechless.

“I-I…” He swallowed and inhaled deeply. “You’re right, I’m sorry I watched you and I’m sorry I interrupted too.” He said all of that sporting the brightest color of red ever seen in someone’s face. “I forgot both of you would be here and that you both do these things. I should have called before coming, sorry.” Jimin was totally satisfied with that reaction but you were not. You felt bad that Namjoon was putting all the blame on himself when you had a feeling something like this could happen and did nothing.

“It’s okay, Joon. Just… don’t watch us without asking ever again.” Though it did feel a little hot. Being caught was one of the many fantasies you and Jimin shared, and you knew that Jimin felt as aroused and excited as you. But he was sterner than you and so, he was the one that put the ruthless mask on and delimited the boundaries to all the people outside your relationship.

“Ask you?” Namjoon asked in utter disbelief, like he was hearing the craziest nonsense ever. He could ask? He could watch? You and Jimin looked at each other. Of course he could watch. Any of them could watch, if they wanted. You both discussed it a million times; if any of Bangtan, six of them being single and unlucky, approached the couple seriously, they had no reason to tell them no. You trusted them a lot, and it wouldn’t necessarily ruin the friendship; not if they didn’t make it weird.

“Well, if you want to do something that involves other people, you usually ask if they’re OK with it.” And yet Namjoon couldn’t believe what his group member was saying. He felt weird. So weird that his nervous system was firing all alarms. His heart started beating faster than when he came home to the image of two of his friends doing each other. He felt so overwhelmed suddenly.

“Okay,” he said, before spinning on his heels and almost running to Jimin’s spare room. You were confused. Why did Namjoon go to that room instead of getting out of the house?

“This damn dumb bitch interrupted us in the best moment.,” Jimin grumbled, upset.

“Babe, why is Namjoon here?” you inquired harshly, crossing your arms. Jimin pursed his lips and looked at you with his big, puppy eyes. You didn’t buy it. “Jimin, were you the one that made Namjoon come tonight?” Your boyfriend sighed dramatically, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Yes, baby, but – Wait, wait! I didn’t ask him to come! I just let him come!” he explained in a rush when he saw you open your mouth to yell at him. “There’s a problem with the water system at his building and I told him he could crash here for a couple nights. He is out all the time so I totally forgot he was sleeping here this week.” You scoffed.

“You’re dumb, did you know that?” Jimin just giggled at your response. It was an accident, so there was nothing to get angry at. You grinned at him, playing with his fingers. “Can we finish what we started now?” But he grimaced at that.

“I don’t know how to feel about fucking you after what happened. I mean, is one thing to fantasize about it and other completely different to experience it without consent.” Jimin didn’t look convinced. You appreciated so much how tactful he was about the situation.

“You’re right, baby, maybe let the shock pass first.” You squeezed his hand and gave him a small smile. “But would you, at least, let me help you? As a reward for being a good friend.” He smirked, and passed his arms around your waist to hug you to his body.

“How could I say no to a reward?” …

And just as fast as you agreed, you were on Jimin’s bed. Currently, your boyfriend was laying on his back, sweats on his mid thighs, with you kneeling by his side and pumping him with all your heart. And yet, he was fixated on the ceiling, barely reacting to the stimulation.

“Man, why the fuck are you just laying there? I’m giving you a hand job right now,” you huffed, frustrated with the indifference your boyfriend showed toward your efforts. “If you want a blow, you just have to ask, you know.” You stopped all movements and Jimin finally focused on you, coming back from being lost in his head.

“Sorry, babe, you’re amazing as always. I just can’t stop thinking about what happened.” He sat up, now being face to face to look you closely.

“Well, same. It was awkward but also kinda hot.” Jimin nodded a little absent-minded.

“He seemed surprised that you said he should ask.”

“It’s not every day that two of your friends indirectly invite you to watch them have sex, though.” At that, Jimin arched an eyebrow, playful all of a sudden.

“So you were inviting him, huh?” You blushed.

“I mean, yeah. Wasn’t that what we wanted? Did I read your eyes wrong?” Jimin, once more, got closer to your face like a menace, until you were millimeters from touching.

“So, you really plan on having him watch while you’re getting fucked mercilessly, in every way, in full dom/sub display? I bet you would like to get dicked down by him too.” He smiled and you felt your heart racing. What was your boyfriend implying?

“Uh, I don’t know? I mean, sounds… Yeah.” You really tried to form a rational sentence, though it was difficult with all your thoughts all over the place. As an avid over-thinker, you needed three to five business days to sit down and dissect the whole situation from beginning to end to sort out your opinions. “And what about you? Would you be fine by that? Would you also like to get some of his dick?”

“Nah, love. I don’t think it flows like that between us. Would be super embarrassing to bounce on his lap and go to a company briefing with him the next morning.” And he smirked deviously at you. “But it wouldn’t be weird watching him thoroughly giving it to you. Or should I say, hammering it into you.” He extended his arm and fondly caressed the side of your face. “Mmh, I think the shock had already passed because I just unlocked a new fantasy. Baby, I really, really need to see you being fucked into dumbness by him” he expressed with a pout, like begging you to give it to him. “I can attest he has a horse dick too.”

“Jimin!”

“And I think it will help me to shut up that annoying ego of yours for once; you’d been domming for too long and need humbling” he added to tease you. You frowned at the teasing; frowned even deeper at the weird list of cons of fucking Namjoon that your boyfriend just gave you.

"You’re getting a little too brave for a man with his dick in his vengeful girlfriend’s hand,” you told him lowly, narrowing your eyes and gripping said dick harder. Jimin took a sharp breath but smiled anyways.

“That’s it, babe, that’s how I like it. Just tug a couple times more while I imagine Namjoon folding you into two and fucking you to tears.” You scoffed and pinched Jimin’s nipple, way too hard to be pleasurable.

“Ow! But I’m being honest!” Jimin complained with a laugh.

“If you want me to blow you, stay fucking quiet, whore” you warned Jimin, getting comfortable on your knees. Your boyfriend helped you by taking your long hair in a makeshift ponytail in one hand. And you did exactly what you said.

As always, Jimin was loud and, at times, rough. Whenever you bobbed up, he only let a second pass before push your head down on his cock again. He lived for hearing you gagging and choking on him. And, as expected, he loved it messy and with a lot of saliva involved.

“Holy fuck, this mouth is amazing, baby, just like your pussy. Dirty little bitch, where did you learn to deepthroat this good? Is because you used your whore mouth on many cocks? I bet that’s why.” With each word, Jimin thrusted his hips against your mouth rougher. He was very aware of your limits and knew that his words and movements were making you drip. “Those late nights waiting for me in the company? I bet you spend them being used by the guys. Whose cocks do you slobber, you fucking cumdump? Yoongi hyung’s? Hobi hyungs’s?”

Your eyes welled up just as your pussy creamed the skimpy panties you wore for Jimin. Though you had a pretty dominant and defiant personality, you became fully submissive from time to time to humor boyfriend. Like in that moment, when you let him control your head by taking fistfuls of your hair to make you gobble his cock however he wanted. His balls hit your chin each time he snapped his hips up, and, since all that movement made it very difficult for you to keep your saliva in your mouth, most of it ended up falling towards Jimin’s body, dampening his testicles and inner thighs.

“Ah, I know -shit- you act all innocent but you let Namjoon use your mouth every night, like the disgusting slutty toy you are.” He was really close; you could tell by the precum that his cock leaked on your tongue and how his member throbbed. You looked up at him and catched him devouring you with his eyes, plump lower lip tucked between his teeth (and you couldn’t help internally melting at his cute crooked front tooth). On the other side of the blowjob, Jimin felt his abs flexing uncontrollably while he fixed all his attention on you, the most perfect being that ever existed. You were a sight for his sore eyes, with that fucked up face he loved – the only thing that could make him come in seconds. “Oh fuck, I won’t stop thinking about his come dripping from your mouth. Shit, shit, shit—”

Despite having your mouth way too full and roughed, you moaned to assist your boyfriend in cumming. The thrusts became erratic and a loud, long moan left Jimin’s lips when he threw his head back to finally let go, coating your mouth and throat. He pushed your face against his crotch and held you there tightly until he stopped coming. In a couple seconds more, his breathing was steadier and he could let go of your poor head.

You lifted yourself slowly and breathed deeply, composing yourself despite being a mess of tears, saliva and cum. Wiping some off with the back of your hand, you looked pointedly at Jimin, who just raised his eyebrows in a silent question.

“You’re getting a little too insistent with this me and Namjoon thing. Are you really that fucked up? That you would enjoy the emotional torture of seeing me with someone else? Do you have a kink about being cheated on?” Even with a rough voice, Jimin understood what you said instantly, and his response was a roll of eyes and a snort.

“Don’t be an idiot, I just find it hot, ok? I DO NOT want you to leave me for him.”

“So hot that you had to talk about it so detailly to cum?” You helped to get his pants back on their place before fishing one shirt you found nearby to clean your face. Jimin admired you for a moment, hands behind his head.

“Yes.” He smiles brightly. “And I’m serious when I say I need to see you get fucked by him. It’s, like, vital for me right now.” It was your turn to snort. “Maybe all of us could benefit from his stay here.” Eyes drooping, you rested your body on his, using his chest as your pillow. Too many things happened in the span of an hour and just now all the alcohol intake had its effect of making you sleepy. Whatever other things Jimin said, you missed them after giving your veredict:

“Maybe.”

[nautilusgays]

heyy was stalking the thread about how Pierre would look, and loved loved loved all the suggestions! For some reason I always imagined him as a blonde with blue eyes - standard European lolll. I was wondering if you have any headcannons about what physical traits Nemo likes in Pierre, and any sort of other day-to-day stuff about them? No pressure ofcc:)

Oh goodness sorry for this late response!! I saved it as a draft instead of posting!!

I love that thread too omg it's so cool to see everyone's ideas 😍😍 and then the art work too!!!

I love the standard European look too - I deffo think as a baby/young kid he had that angelic blonde wavy hair, which got a little less wavy and darker with age but he had that baby angel look for sure and everyone would coo over him.

I think his eyes have the cool like yellow flecks around the pupil and have that semi colour changing thing that light eyes have - they're full of light and have a like dappled spring forest with a river kind vibe. It contrasts with Nemo's very dark eyes (which Pierre loves) and also they remind Nemo of both land and water - maybe a bit cliché of a like parallel but I'm sticking to it! Basically he's such a Natrual Sciences professor/connected to the natural world it's even reflected in his eyes!

And Nemo really likes Pierre's eyes and holding eye contact with him and just enjoying his presence so totally.

Pierre has quite a few little scars from encounters with wildlife (despite Conseil's best efforts to keep him safe) he also has some callouses from writing and doing conservation/preservation stuff and a lot of walking (Natrual researchers who are in the field as much as Pierre seems to be are gonna be walking far). Nemo likes all of this because it shows survival but also that despite his upper class, (mostly)city upbringing Pierre is so connected to his studies and the world - he doesn't have the hands of an aristocrat or academic who sits in an ivory tower. However; the stories of a lot of the scars (especially of Pierre climbing things or getting too close to wildlife) cause him anxiety despite the fact they happened years ago and has declared Pierre is not allowed to go exploring without his and Conseil's supervision.

Obviously he loves Pierre's freckles, especially the ones on his shoulders...👀

Also loves the length and texture of Pierre's hair cause it's easy to run his hands through - when Pierre cuddles next to him or lies his head on his lap Nemo will often pet/play with his hair, which Pierre loves and often falls asleep. Pierre enjoys brushing and braiding Nemo's hair but Nemo also enjoys looking after Pierre's, sometimes he washes and brushes it.

Nemo loooves that Pierre is smaller than him and will pick him up randomly - sometimes it's cute and romantic, but other times it's like picking up/scruffing a cat (Pierre wants to keep working or touch something dangerous). He also knows Pierre likes their size and strength difference and uses that to tease - well, Pierre likes the size difference unless he is being put in air jail for working too much or 'scientific curiosity' (touching/approaching dangerous things).

Hope you enjoyed this very late lil thing!! I had fun thinking about it - esp Pierre just being picked up and moved for being silly.

Thank you again for the ask I looooove them so much!

[yourpenpaldee]

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ A BRIEF WIPS OVERVIEW.

Hello! I am not good with deadlines, especially when I set them myself. This post was supposed to be up three days ago, but it’s finally here! I’m very excited to share these projects as they were all created from different periods of my life, going back four years at the most.

These will be very short intros, but each WIP mentioned here will have a proper, detailed post when it’s time. The projects also aren’t listed in sequential order of when I’ll post about them with the exception of the first WIP.

A heads-up, most of these are romance since I used to write only romance. It was only about two years ago since I decided to finally branch out, and those stories will be coming soon! For now, I still have to figure out how to write characters that have a way higher IQ than I do…

On we go to the WIPs!

WHEN ART TALKS

— currently undergoing the first draft. — first person — a college romance where a reserved poet who is afraid of public perception connects with an outspoken musician due to their preference on using words as their art medium. — contains late night walk convos, cigarette smoking, passionate rambles, and microwaved meals. — “‘Why do we care about them when it’s our story to tell? We live our truth, we speak our truth, and we have to trust that it’s good enough because it’s all we got. The message will be received by those who are meant to hear it.’”

BLIND SECOND CHANCES

— currently undergoing the first draft. — dual first person — an adult romance in which ex-friends turned (unofficial) ex-lovers from high school decide to explore the old feelings that resurface when crossing paths eight years later. — lots of reminiscing, betrayal, weekly wine nights, and fancy dates. — “‘You’re holding onto a love from a situation where we didn’t even know our place in the world yet. We spent nearly eight years growing into the people we are now, so you need to be prepared for our dynamic to look and feel different because we aren’t the same kids we once were.’”

TO NEW BEGINNINGS

— brainstorming complete, drafting to begin soon. — third person, still deciding on the type — an adult romance story of a woman who decides it’s time to start over on a blank canvas, and meets a booked and busy workaholic along the way. — roller skating, painting, solo adventures, and plant shopping. — “‘It’s scary to deviate from your current life and start anew when your life no longer serves you or your purpose. But I’m not equipped for misery, so I’ll be damned trying to save a life that lost the chance of saving forever ago.’”

UNTITLED ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE

— currently a 3am one-liner, brainstorming begins soon — pov to be determined, leaning towards third person limited. — an apocalyptic fiction where a teenage girl fights everyday to survive in an ongoing zombie apocalypse with hopes of finding her younger sister. — found family, zombie slaying, survival vs. morality, and, uh… death. — “She looked at every colorless home she walked by and wondered what stories could be told. What every stored memory that slipped through the cracks consisted of and the emotions they’d provoke. If the lives that once occupied these spaces were unfortunately fortunate enough to make it out like she did. If they constantly watched the memories flash before their eyes as they realized those would be the last batch of joyful, painless memories; how remembering became torturous and insufferable, but is all they have to remind them of their own humanity.”

UNTITLED TWISTED BONNIE & CLYDE

— currently a 3am one-liner, brainstorming begins soon — first person peripheral or third person limited — a dark and twisted romance where two toxic lovers are at the beginning of an inevitable end and play fire with fire the entire way through. — manipulation, heists, lies, and expensive jewelry. — “The venom drips off of every word she says. She watches every last drop seep into my skin and become one with the blood that runs through my veins. How it attempts to shut down my body in hopes that I’ll beg for mercy in my final moments of weakness. That I’ll surrender my life into her hands as those soulless and apathetic eyes beam with some sick and twisted excitement. But I am sick and twisted too. We are two bodies wrapped in the same snake skin, and a snake cannot get poisoned by its own venom.”

PAST LIFE LOVER

— redoing the brainstorm process — first person or objective third person (quote will be in third person) — a soulmate, young adult romance in which a girl who no longer believes in love suddenly gets pulled in by the new barista at her favorite hangout spot. — love at first sight, breakfast deliveries, denial, and baking. lots of baking. — “Then there it was. The locking of the eyes where the inability to look away grows more and more intense with each passing second. They didn’t even know each other, but something in their eyes told them that there was a home waiting for them within each other’s souls.”

ANGEL AND KEN*

— currently on the backburner, brainstorming resumes once past life lover is complete. — prequel to past life lover. — *very much a temporary title — first person or objective third person — a 50’s historical romance where a pessimistic single mother is convinced to see the greener side of the grass by a jazz musician who looks at life through a rose-colored lens. — jazz clubs, slow dancing, tea parties, and red corvettes — “‘Why shut yourself out from the world when there are people like me that have waited for you to waltz right into their life? I know, the modern day world is frightening and filled with so much hatred that it’s hard to find happiness through it all. But people find a purpose to wake up every morning because of that one person that casts the brightest light. You’re my sun in a world full of darkness, and I hope to be the moon that reflects your light when you’re no longer visible in the sky.’”

I know I keep saying it, but I truly can’t wait to properly share these projects. I just hope everyone will enjoy reading it all and find comfort within these characters :)

I will post the the detailed summary for When Art Talks either on Monday or Tuesday (please yell at me if i don’t follow through omg), and the character intros should follow closely behind!

divider creds to strangergraphics ♡

[orbital-inclination]

What does Molten think of the Classic Undertale? Its story and alll the characters, I wonder if he sees himself as Sans and his brother as Papyrus or the opposite.

How Molt and Rem understand the Multiverse and all its branching iterations can explained by using a tree. "Classic Undertale" is the root system. The trunk is the branching-timeline-like AUs. (eg. "What if this happened in the classic timeline?" scenarios.) The branches are the worlds that fall adjacently, but do not necessarily share enough traits to fall into the "Trunk" category. The further and higher you get on the tree, the farther removed the AU is from the Root system. Molt views his own world as being a distant lonely leaf on that cosmic tree.

Molt and Rem view the multiverse very organically. There was no one around to teach them so they came to their own conclusions. Long story short, Molt views most Sans coded characters not in those terms but as individuals occupying a strange and kinda abstract cosmic role.

A quick note: its hard for Molt to distinguish others based on their AU because the distinction is often superficial and emotions are felt the same way. One monster's joy feels the same as another's. The difference is not the feeling itself, but how individuals react to situations. So unless Molt knows someone really well, and gets to know their voice, it's hard for him to tell them apart. As for Classic characters specifically:

Sans and Papyrus: surprisingly, Molt doesn't see himself and Rem in Sans and Papyrus as much as you would think he would. But out of the two, Molt would find himself relating to Papyrus more. Papyrus, who feels with his whole heart. Papyrus's relentless optimism and unshakable faith is infectious and inspiring, and like Molt, Papyrus knows how to keep secrets. (also, Papyrus is a significantly larger source of positivity than, pretty much, everyone else in UT. Of course, Molt would be drawn to him, but this is more a secondary reason.)

Toriel, the mother he never had: Molt likes Toriel the most. She is kind. She is loving. And though her love may blind her, she's an incredibly strong person. Privately, Molt wishes Nim could've been like her, both in the "physically there" sense and also "emotionally there" sense. It's possible that if Molt had met Toriel when he was younger, he would have accepted her as a mother figure. Now that he's older and wiser, he refuses to accept any parental/mentor figure, at all, in his life.

Asgore: the depths of his sadness and grief is intimidating. Asgore's one saving grace is that he regrets the things he's done. As a rule, Molt doesn't judge others on their past actions, but on their current actions/methodology. So how he feels on Asgore, depends on WHEN he meets Asgore. On another parental subject note: Molt has never had a father figure in his life: its an entirely new concept to him. So Asgore MIGHT get away with fatherly advice and support, as long as Molt isn't aware that's what Asgore is doing.

Fun fact! while i was writing "What I never told you" i considered the possibility of Molt meeting Asgore, Chara, and Asriel while the three were on a camping trip, instead of meeting Noelle and her mother. But this was a possibility i considered late in the game, so i ended up not using it. i think i still have a draft of it, somewhere.

Alphys: Alphys and his brother are a lot like. They both lie. They are both burdened by guilt, and that guilt governs what they do. Molt knows he should be more sympathetic, but the lies and the guilt leave a sour taste in his mouth. In saying that, if the two met, Molt would never be intentionally rude or mean to Alphys. He would keep his misgivings to himself, and keep his distance.

Undyne: a surprisingly positive influence. Undyne is a source of positivity that you would not expect if you weren't paying attention. Undyne inspires others, she gives hope to so many monsters of the underground! That being said, she is too boisterous, loud and aggressive for Molt to feel comfortable interacting with. Her loud personality is overwhelming! He prefers to appreciate her warmth from a distance.

Mettaton: Molt unironically enjoys listening to Mettaton's Movies and TV appearances, but more over, he enjoys the reaction Mettaton's corny over the top performances get from his brother and the team. Groans of dismay. Half concealed snickering. The "this movie is so bad its good" to the equally amazing "Actually I genuinely loved it but i can't admit it or everyone will laugh at me." its all so good.

When Mettaton inspires so much positivity, how could Molt not like him?

Flowey: the link to the post on flowey here!

W.D Gaster: Who is that? Never heard of him.

PS: originally I wanted to include Frisk in this post, but than i realized that i really needed to think about it more. Get back to me on Frisk later. (general statement, directed to anyone)

[hojiteaversion]

Why I Think RC Has Trouble Sticking Their Landings

(Or, a pantser talks about structure and DLS for like 8 paragraphs)

My short answer: Because these stories are first drafts

Longer answer: ⬇️

1) (Lack of) Developmental editing

RC's model has its authors write long stories 2-4 chapters at a time. As much as the authors might perfect these chapters, they have no way to change something later on if they realize a scene no longer matches the big picture. An author may revise and make a batch of 4 flawless chapters, but it still doesn't mean they will fit the story seamlessly.

Developmental editing, according to this article, "involves feedback on the big picture of a […] writing piece. A developmental editor will critique structural elements like the plot, characters, theme, and organization of ideas." They also say that this kind of editing is recommended after the first or second draft.

So this type of revision would help an author make sure every character has its place (too many LIs and uneven LI screentime could be fixed), that characterization is consistent, that the plot is clear and moving at a good pacing, etc.

In DLS, for example, things that might be revised after a developmental editing: Leo's introduction scenes not matching his characterization later on, the Leo/Vlad rivalry that seems a bit strange in hindsight, more prominent role and scenes for Sandra, a more consistent progression in Noe/Laia and Ezel/Laia routes, fairer distribution of LI scenes (🫠), Laia's character motivations, the plot mysteries might be revealed to the reader a bit earlier, etc.

But these stories are arguably first drafts that will never be revised holistically (like Choices stories are/used to be, as far as I'm aware), so problems that only become clear once you're further along might not be fixed satisfactorily (or at all).

What sort of problems? Well...

2) Structure, part I

So the visual novel medium is fairly recent, right? Choose Your Own Adventure stories have existed for a while, but, I'm pretty sure, not in the scale of RC stories. 3 seasons demand a lot of story. And the thing is, I'm not sure there is a lot of guidance out there regarding story structure for interactive stories? Not that I've found, at least.

This is a problem, I think, because even if these authors follow the existing material on story structure (Save the Cat, Hero's Journey, Classic 3 Act, Seven-Point Structure, etc.), they will have to do the work of adapting it for a visual novel that A) has 3 seasons as a default, and B) 3 seasons of more or less equal length.

Look, it absolutely can be done! But my point is, I think it's generally uncharted territory and requires a lot of problem-solving. It's not just figuring what must happen in this story for it to be satisfying, it's also deciding when each thing must happen in a way that fits the requirements of three seasons and their finales, which must all fit together, but also be individually exciting and balance setup and payoff. And there is no way to go back and fix it if you realize you messed up the pacing somewhere! Not to mention…

3) Structure, part II: Routes

Not only do they have to figure out plot and structure (without being able to revise the finished story as a whole), but they also need to figure out and balance at least 4 different dynamics. As in, when it gets established, how to keep those dynamics fresh even after they get together, and how to synchronize MC's development with that relationship and its milestones. And again, it's not like there is a manual or a right answer. You have to write and fix afterwards — except they can't 😀. So if an author realizes later on that x couple needed a scene earlier on, or that they rushed things, or any other problem, there is nothing to be done except maybe add more scenes that might stand out from whatever they're trying to correct.

A tiny example of this problem in DLS would be Leo and Laia telling Derya that they're dating, which is clearly a correction of the scene in 4x02 where Laia called him "a friend" because "[she] thought it went against local customs to make a show of pre-marital relationships". In 2019 Istanbul. It would just make more sense if she had just called him her boyfriend in the first place.

4) Authors

I'll admit I'm least informed about this one, but based on a few interviews I've read with the authors, it seems some of them have never written fiction or visual novels before…? I could be wrong! But! Imagine being new to this medium and having to figure all of that ⬆️ out, with the limitations that RC's model brings. I'm not sure how much training and/or assistance they get in this entire process. It just seems a lot for one person.

And I have no answers for any of this, by the way! I don't work there, I don't know how the company works or how it doesn't. This is just my tentative opinion based on my limited experience with writing. It's extremely hard, and I genuinely cannot imagine trying to do any of that ⬆️ in the first place, but especially if I had to get it right on the first try.

Every writing advice on Earth recommends multiple drafts on longform writing because it's impossible to make your story the best it can be on the first attempt. So I think the RC endings often being unsatisfying might be, mainly, a consequence of that.

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Destiny Trio - Love Languages

Headcanons and analysis on Sora, Kairi and Riku's love languages and the way they show their appreciation.

I started writing a draft with this very same prompt for the orgxiii but my god, i forgot how time consuming it is to write for 14 people all at once without repeating myself too much

so i'm taking a break from that by doing the exact same thing with less characters lmfao

Giving: Acts of Service, Physical Touch

Receiving: Gifts, Quality Time

[Acts of Service]

Sora is a bleeding heart through and through, so it makes sense to me that his first and foremost love language is acts of service - one way or another, he's always doing things for the sake of others, both big and small. Without a doubt, Sora is the type of person who would gladly give you the world and ask for nothing in return.

Because he's willing to help anyone, it's extremely easy to see Sora as gullible, naive and easy to take advantage of. And that might've been true when he was younger! However, those closest to him know about that stubborn streak of his: every day, Sora wakes up and actively chooses kindness over everything else.

This intense mindset is what drives him forward, it's also what makes Sora so reliable. No matter the situation, he'll always be there for those he cares about.

He'll be there if you need someone to help you with chores or to keep you company during sleepless nights, telling you all about his adventures until you fall asleep. He's the one staying behind on the island, looking for that good luck charm Kairi gave you, the one you lost while playing on the beach. The second he hears you're sick, or lonely, or feeling bad in general, he's at your doorstep calling out your name, so that you can tell him how to help. To him, the best feeling is knowing that his loved ones are cared for and safe, that they don't have to worry about anything.

And because he makes friends wherever he goes, it means he has many, many connections. If he can't help you out directly, then chances are he knows someone who absolutely can.

Out of the group, the one who gets carried away the most is Sora. So in this case, acts of service is a double-edged sword - he'll stop at nothing to help others or to do what he believes will soothe their pain, even if it means sacrificing himself for it.

One of my favorite portrayals of Sora is seeing how years of being "the chosen one" affected him while growing up, to the point where he doesn't see any alternatives to martyrdom because he's so used to carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. So whenever he wants to show someone that he cares, he does it through acts of service because - in his eyes - there's nothing else that he can offer other than being helpful and fixing what's wrong. Because he's supposed to being the one to save everything and everyone.

[Physical Touch]

This love language isn't as loaded as the previous one - Sora is just a naturally touchy-feely, clingy person!

He's usually leaning or touching his friends and loved ones in some manner, either by having an arm around their shoulders, holding their hand, linking arms, leaning on them, etc... You name it! Hell, this isn't even limited to people Sora knows or cares about, because he'll also be pretty friendly and casually affectionate with people he just met.

His welcoming aura, paired with the incredible hugs he gives, makes Sora an absolute machine when it comes to getting people to eventually drop their guard, no matter how hesitant they may be towards physical contact. The main example to this is Riku!

Of course, if confronted directly about boundaries and such, Sora would respect them to the best of his ability and make it an habit of asking for permission before doing anything.

Also I lied, there is a bittersweet tone to Sora's affections.

It might not seem like it, since he's extremely casual with physical touch, it means a lot to him. In a way, being able to reach out to people, know they're right there next to him, that he can actually hug them, helps ground Sora.

I imagine he becomes even clingier over the years, a side-effect to constantly losing his best friends and all the people he's befriended in his journeys. One would expect physical touch to be a love language he likes to receive instead of give, but it all ties back to Sora's inability to let himself be cared for.

Perhaps he re-contextualizes it as him letting others know that he'll always be there, that they're the ones who can reach out for him and he'll actually be there - as opposed to him needing their presence to feel whole and calm. Who knows!

Giving: Gifts, Words of Affirmation

Receiving: Acts of Service, Quality Time

[Gifts]

Kairi is also very openly affectionate with her loved ones, but she shows how much she cares about them through gifts.

Typically, she tries to get small, cute and useful things to her friends - perhaps erasers shaped like fun animals, hair clips to keep the hair out of your face or some scrunchies, sometimes it's things she knows you've been eyeing for awhile. Sometimes it's matching lunchboxes! Kairi is extremely attentive to her surroundings and those around her, so her gifts tend to come in at just the right moment. Like Sora, she likes to make the lives of her loved ones a bit easier and more colorful.

Her love for lucky charms and trinkets is known by almost everyone on the islands, but contrary to popular belief, Kairi only makes them for very special occasions - they're very meaningful gifts for her, after all! In her words, if she were to give everyone she knows one, they would lose all their magic.

Like the ones she gives to Sora, these charms are meant to represent a promise between her and her loved ones - that you'll come back safe and sound to her, that you'll never forget her. Because Kairi is used to being the one left behind, these charms are a way for her to be with all the people she has to say goodbye to, even if its just a very small part of her.

It also goes without saying that Kairi always gives the best gifts during any event that requires them, like Secret Santas, special holidays, birthdays and so on. Even if you don't know what type of gift you'd like, she'll figure it out. It's almost scary!

I also like to think that she's quite good at arts and crafts (and that's why Naminé is so artistic) as well as writing, so she'd include very heartfelt notes with her gifts.

[Words of Affirmation]

In KH2, we see that Kairi was very eager to start protecting Sora and Riku in return instead of staying by the sidelines, the culmination of all those themes about being left behind over and over - so I like to think that words of affirmation is Kairi's secondary love language because it's more of a skill she's had to develop over the years.

She was rarely allowed the chance to do anything for herself, but she knows that people will listen to her words, if that makes sense?

Like, let's be honest: as close as the Destiny Trio might be, growing up with two boys who will constantly fight for your attention is kind of tiring - the amount of mediating Kairi has had to do from a young age is amazing. So that awareness, paired with the fact that she was adopted by the mayor of the islands, made Kairi very aware of the effect her words would have on people, whether she liked it or not.

She's always been kind and considerate, but her words tend to be a little sweeter because of this whole thing. Whenever she sees someone in need of a listening ear, she'll be very gentle, allowing the other party to steer the conversation to whatever they're comfortable discussing with her.

Her advice is always solid, but it might feel a little distant to some, like she's specifically choosing to say the safest things for your situation.

This is something she outgrows as she becomes older, the current Kairi doesn't have to suppress her own stubbornness anymore, after all - she calls it how she sees it, and might tease you from time to time, but she always make sure that you feel heard, seen and cared for, passionately talking about how much you inspire her.

And this is also where her letters come into play! It's way easier for her to put thoughts and feelings into a letters or notes, because she does get flustered over rambling and gushing so much about her loved ones.

Giving: Acts of Service, Quality Time

Receiving: Words of Affirmation, Physical Touch

[Acts of Service]

Riku is a stark contrast to Sora and Kairi, he struggles with being as openly affectionate - both verbally and physically - as them, which leaves him with two love languages that don't necessarily focus on either of those two things.

He shares acts of service with Sora, but Riku helps those he cares about specifically to repay all the kindness and patience he's been shown. And in this aspect, he's more similar to Kairi - instead of grand gestures, both prefer to do little things to make others happy.

In fact, Riku doubles down on this. He's proud to know others rely on him, whenever someone might approach to ask him for help, but he greatly prefers helping from the shadows (less embarrassing and less chances to get flustered that way). He'll wake up early to make breakfast or make whatever necessary preparations for the day, just so that you can take a few extra minutes in bed. If you need to run errands, he's most likely taken care of half of them already so that you only have half of the work left.

To differentiate him more from Sora: Sora is on your doorstep the second he finds out you're sick, but Riku is most likely the reason you never got sick in the first place because he's probably been fussing about you wearing enough layers.

One thing I love to headcanon about Riku is that he's great at everything and anything - as long as he's doing it for someone else. He'll put in the extra effort if needed, but really he'll only succeed if his motivation is helping someone he cares about. And because he makes sure that no one sees his failures (if possible), it makes Riku come across as this perfect guy, which is most likely what fueled his rivalry with Sora when they were kids.

[Quality Time]

Because of the chaotic life he's led, Riku appreciates the quiet moments even more.

Whenever he feels restless, or whenever he sees his loved ones stressed and in need of a break, Riku won't hesitate to pull them away from their responsibilities into an impromptu date. You will hang out with him and you will relax or so help him.

Like every person native to Destiny Islands, his first instinct is to seek the nearest body of water (if the ocean isn't that easy to get to). An empty beach, river or lakeside on a sunny day is the perfect way to relax - whether you want to swim around, walk along the shore, or just dip your feet into the water and talk until the sun sets.

He's never been one for large crowds or huge outings with dozens of friends, so one-on-one time is perfect for someone like Riku. If you ever need someone to just sit with you in absolute silence, you can count on Riku to be there for you. If you need that to be a daily or weekly occurrence, he'll set up seven alarms to make sure he's never late.

You'll get to see Riku's most vulnerable side, when he trusts you enough to show that he genuinely wants to be closer to you - even if all you two do is talk about groceries, what you'd like to do next week or to show you the funny shit Kairi and Sora text him when half-asleep. He'll stumble over his words at times, apologize for the smallest of things that you never even noticed or thought were an issue, like getting a little sassy and regretting it instantly because what if you weren't as close as he thought you were, etc.

All in all, under all those layers of nonchalance and effortless perfection, Riku is one huge mess, but he trusts you enough to know that. And he'd be over the moon to know you also trusted him enough to lower your guard around him.

[anjumbai]

The Truman Show.

"And in case I don't see you, good afternoon, good evening and goodnight."

IMDB: 8.2

It's been a while since I've finished this movie. Thought I'd write about how amazing it was, and how great the acting was; or how amazing Jim Carrey is. I even wrote up a draft and saved it. But I never came close to posting it. Because I don't think that's not exactly how the movie communicated with me. It wasn't the director name, or Jim Carrey. It was one particular scene that stayed with me in the movie. And I loved to interpret it in my own way and take it as a life lesson.

It was the final sequence. The scene where Truman was finally able to find the exit to his life of lies. A life he had been comfortable with for years. A lie, but still a life. A life with loads of familiarities, comfort and love. Fake as it is, but still. He wanted to leave all that behind and enter the door with uncertainties. A door that would take him to a place that didn't cater to him. The voice calls to Truman. "You can't leave, Truman. You belong here." Jim Carrey captures a hesitant Truman perfectly. He hesitates. And yet, he takes the step. And he moves on. Stepping into the real life. That's all that mattered at that moment. He was able to take that first step.

I think that moment alone stood out to me the most. The hesitant man, fearful of what lies ahead, yet taking that first step. Cause it's been days and I still remember the scene. I might've forgotten most of the characters, but I can still remember that scene. And of course, his iconic "In case I don't see ya".

The Truman Show is beautiful movie. For some, it's about propaganda, what having control over information can do. For some, it's about modern society and consumerism: showed beautifully by the lack of attention of the viewers in the movie. And for maybe a lot of us, it's about taking that first step. Almost contradictory, how he took his actual first steps at the end of the movie. I liked this show a lot, and would recommend it to a lot of people. It's well paced, Jim Carrey is wonderful in it, you find yourself rooting for Truman and it's an all around feel-good movie. 8/10, would watch again some day with my family. And the director also directed Dead Poets Society, just an interesting lil fact.

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hi! hope ur doing well, im a big fan of Pursuit and Sunflower. with the evolution and popularity of AI growing faster and stronger, what views do you have with the usage of AI in writing creative works? i.e., using it to proofread works, to give you ideas or a backbone for a story, etc--not major writing or letting it do the work for u, but giving it jobs that an editor or a person could do. im at a crossroads with that and idk how ethical or right it is, so what do you think?

Hello! I hope you're also doing well. This is going to be a little long…

This is a great question. I'm still trying to find where I stand on the ethics of using AI for work since a lot of is overhyped, environmentally destructive, and financially unsustainable. So I'll share what my current thoughts on the use of AI is. I am going to touch on how AI is used professionally before how it's used creatively though.

If you talk to anyone who runs a business or freelances, they'll say that you get to pick two: fast, quality, and cost. I've started to use AI, specifically ChatGPT, for some of my professional work. My clients demand fast and high quality work. Sometimes, the only way to close that gap and the impossible time budget expectations is to use AI.

Now how do I use AI in my work? Mostly to generate a first rough draft for whatever I'm working on. But the caveat here is that I've had to feed a lot of data and my own work into ChatGPT to finally get something close to an acceptable rough draft for me to review and refine until it's good enough for me to show my clients. Sometimes, if I need a completely different writing style, because the client wants that, I'll ask ChatGPT to do that for me. Stylistically, my professional writing is pretty technical. Sometimes, my clients want something more bubbly and exciting. ChatGPT comes in handy here, but I still need to go through everything to make sure that it has the core point and didn't make something up.

Going off on my last point, ChatGPT definitely hallucinates. I only use ChatGPT for things where I can cross-reference the source materials I'm working with and I'm personally an expert in. I can't use ChatGPT at all for any of my medical/academic projects. It just lies and makes up scholarly sources. It also fully cannot do word counts. It's incapable of it. It's so bad that sometimes it's hilarious, albeit, I get pretty frustrated with it.

At the end of the day, ChatGPT is like a keen intern that tends to work faster than a human being. However, it lacks all the critical thinking and problem-solving skills that we develop as humans. I am personally not afraid of ever being replaced by ChatGPT. My clients can try, but they'd be in a real world of hurt. I know organizations who have fired several employees thinking that AI could replace them and save money. Surprise! It couldn't replace humans, and AI is just a tool that humans created and use.

Okay, I know you were specifically asking about creative works. I personally found that AI isn't great at proof reading. You can definitely ask it on how you could improve your writing, but sometimes, it's a hit-or-miss. You still need to do the bulk of the heavy lifting and feed it a lot of your original work.

I mean, you can definitely use AI to give you ideas or an outline, because tropes are just formulaic versions of stories and characters that we've repeatedly used in our literature and creative works throughout history. But you still had to have a rough idea of what you want and create a prompt for that.

I personally think it's also fine to use if you have really bad writer's block, and you need to get unstuck. I don't think it makes you a bad writer or person for using tools at your disposal. If you're the sole creator of your writing and you're doing all the writing, it's still yours. If a friend helped you get unstuck at a plot point, would it mean your story is no longer yours? No, not really. You might give them a shoutout. (You do not need to give AI a shoutout.)

Now the ethics of how AI is being created, scraping data, and has impossible energy requirements? I have a lot of feelings about that. I just try to use AI as ethically as I can as an individual, and that includes not treating it like Google when I can use a search engine and only using it when I actually need to use it.

I hope that answers your question. It's also okay that both of us will have evolving opinions and stances on the use of AI as the tech and policy landscapes evolves. I think it's a bit early to tell how things are going to go. I just know that it's a lot of hype, and a lot of tech critics don't think the AI hype is going to last.

(I hope I don't get cancelled on Tumblr lol) There's also a great podcast interview on the "The Journal" by the Wall Street Journal who talks to Hans Zimmer about how a movie used AI to create a soundtrack that sounded like what he would've composed (but likely didn't want to or could pay for him). I really liked his perspective on the use of AI in music. It might be worth a listen!

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Here we go, part one of my Dark Rise readthrough! Beware, as this series will include spoilers for both Dark Rise and Dark Heir. I have read the Captive Prince trilogy, so I was already pretty sure I'd love it once I did read it, but I put it off for a while until I was ready to get into a new fandom. (And also until the second book came out.) I did manage to avoid almost all spoilers going in; I knew from reviews that there was a twist at the end, and knowing Pacat, it was going to be a good one. Ditto, the romance: I knew there was a dark-haired protagonist with a bitchy blond love interest and that their names were Will and James but, crucially, not which was which. I also had the cover of the sequel to go off of, which did influence my theories just a bit.

So, knowing the above plus the summary of the first book, I made a pre-book prediction: The twist was going to be that the supposed Chosen One was going to turn out to be the big bad, or related to him, and that it would turn out he was aware of this the entire time. And yeah, I was pretty much spot on, wasn't I? It's a testament to Pacat's skill as a writer that by the time I got to the twist, it still surprised me that I turned out to be right. I had been leaning more toward Will being related to the Dark King, not being him. I wasn't sure Pacat would actually go that far, but oh boy, I loved being wrong!

This post will cover the Prologue and the first chapter.

Prologue

First of all, the map is very nice. I did notice there’s no indication of Bowhill on it, which, I realize it’s likely outside the bounds of this map, but I’d still like an indication of which direction it's in, but oh well.

Confession time, the first time I read this book, I vaguely remembered that one of the main couple was named James, but I got it in my head somehow that that was the name of the MC, not the bitchy blond LI. So I read this entire prologue under the impression that James was the protagonist, and all I thought was, ‘Wow, Pacat sure is bold, introducing a flash forward that shows her MC being a total asshole. I figured he’d turn out to be an edgy bad boy by the end, but this is a lot more than I was expecting!’

Then I got to Chapter One and Will’s introduction and, ‘Oh, nevermind, I’m just dumb.’

I did catch on during my first read that James was formerly with the Stewards, so I wasn't shocked when that was revealed later.

“He said the words like there was a system of honor in the world, like all you had to do was appeal to a person’s better nature and goodness would prevail.” I bet that's exactly what smol James tried to do when he got kicked out of the Hall, and now I'm sad.

‘“The boy’s alive.” James felt hotly resentful that it made him stop.’ I do wonder why, at this point, James seems invested in a boy he hasn’t even met yet. Is he that invested in Simon's plans at this point? I have a half-baked theory about it, but I’ll talk about that in one of the later chapters.

Chapter One

Will! <3 Despite my pre-book prediction, I got taken in by Pacat’s misdirection pretty early on, so a lot of his sneakiness in the early chapters went right over my head. Look at him, saving a stranger from a totally random accident that occurred because somebody didn't do their job right, I’m sure it's a coincidence that tying the ropes was Will’s job and that's the part that just so happened to break and lose all of Simon's cargo. What a sweet boy! (No, but seriously, he must have felt so guilty that he almost got an innocent person killed.)

Also, I found myself thinking about the details of barges during my first readthrough, and I realized that, hey, I’d never once wondered about how they stopped river barges so they didn't run into the docks in the 1800s in my life, but now I know, and that's neat! I love it when authors flex about all the research they did before writing their novel.

“Accidents were common on the docks. Just last week Will had seen a plodding draft horse shy unexpectedly as it pulled a barge along the canals, breaking its ropes and overturning its boat.” Pacat's got me so paranoid now that I'm half convinced Will caused this accident too.

Hey, are we ever going to find out what's up with the mirror, or is Will literally just hallucinating his past life onto a convenient surface?

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There will be a massive debate/argument between them all when they find out. Because the first reaction Li Jing will have upon putting two and two together that Wukong and his protegè is somehow related to the strange changes in fate they've found in the draft copies is to summon them once more to Heaven. Which, considering the last time he did that, does not go well and it takes a lot of fighting before Xiwangmu finally gets tired enough of the squabbling on her front yard to intervene and explain WHY Wukong and his friends were summoned to Heaven once more.

Xiwangmu: With the Ten Kings of Diyu gone, Heaven and the Underworld have been forced to use some... archaic means to keep the balance between life and death. The Scrolls of the Dead have a drafted copy so to speak, one that is constantly updated but holds none of the powers the original document held. Whilst going through it, we discovered something... rather disturbing."

Wukong: And that involves kidnapping me and my friends... how?? Also there was a SECOND COPY!?

Nezha: Don't worry, we verified that while your name remains in this copy, you still retain the stolen immortality wiping your name from the true copy did. Twas one of the first things we did considering the reason the... original was covered in graffiti.

Wukong: I'm not apologizing for that. Meant to die or not, mortally wounded or not, I was not dead when they dragged me down the first time.

MK: Wait, what was that about being meant to die? When was this??

Macaque: *sighing* MK. When he removed his name from the Book of the Dead. Didn't you say you'd read the book!?

MK: It's so long and has weird vocabulary that makes my head spin!

Li Jing, trying to steer the conversation back to the to the point: Sun Wukong. There's been a series of events where many a being, whether they be mortal, celestial, or demon, was meant to meet their end where said fate was averted. While it isn't unusual for such a thing, the amount of time and consistency is rather strange. And... all of those instances point to some sort of interference related to you.

Xiwangmu: We summoned you here in hopes of understanding how that might be. Particularly in regards to that considerable feats that my general and grandson witnessed you and your heir perform recently. One does not simply break a cycle of destruction and rebirth so easily."

Prev.

The monkeys all get summoned like "AH! Not again!"

And reoccurring gag of MK not reading the book cus it's so dense and flowery. I think in canon he mentions Wukong erasing his name from The Book of the Dead though.

The squad are on close monitoring and/or house arrest until Heaven can figure out what the heck Wukong and MK are exactly able to do.

Macaque's own hearing powers mentioned in Jttw could also be similar to Wukong's fate-changing ability.

A sensitive ear, Discernment of fundamental principles, Knowledge of past and future, And comprehension of all things.

Macaque is able to know, but Wukong is able to act. Macaque has knowledge of the past, present, and future through his ears, but can't do much to change it. Wukong meanwhile has broken down so many barriers and saved so many lives completely unknowing.

The celestial primates as a whole could be individuals with these specific "screw destiny!"-powers gifted/created by the Universe to defy expectations of the Gods.

I would also like to mention an idea we had in DMs about Nüwa and her mate Fuxi the ape-man - that MK (and possibly even Wukong) were created specifically so they could have the choice to save/restart the world when the apocalypse came to past.

Cus whats the most powerful thing in the universe besides the chaos entropy? The ability to choose your fate.

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Fic Graveyard 🪦🕊️

Herein lies a collection of my Abandoned/DNF’d fics, as per someone’s CC request. I have no current plans of continuing/writing these fics so read at the risk of your sanity. (I would rather DIE than let anyone see these trash fire monstrosities in their current forms; I would have to completely restart if I ever wanted to post these concepts 😭)

I also decided to omit the official names I had planned b/c i may use them for other fics and don't want to cause confusion.

The order of these have no meaning, just random. I included notes for each fic with bonus info, why I DNF’d, how far I got, or other ramblings.

1. After the disbandment of izone, each member goes on their respective path, some together, some apart. Four specific members join two different groups— IVE and Le Sesserafim. Or at least what had been IVE and Le Sesserafim. but what happens when Starship is absorbed by HYBE?

Condition: This is one of the only idolverses I’ve ever written. I wrote about ~12k words of this over a year ago.

* Honestly the premise of this one is still appealing to me, but as I collected “dead” fics for this list, I used a certain criteria to decide whether to keep it as a *maybe I’ll write this later* or to toss it. One of those criterion were “Can I think of a good ending?”.

Good doesn't necessarily mean happy, just something I would personally be satisfied with, and the reason most of these fics are on here is because the answer was No—I had absolutely no idea how I would end this fic, so I probably would never finish writing it, either.

2. Assassins AU: wherein Yujin and Wonyoung are both separately tasked with killing a target, like any other run-of-the-mill job for the notorious assassins, except there’s one catch—Their targets are each other. Finally, they’ve met their match.

I was debating whether to add a prior relationship between them or to have them be wayward souls—strangers that feel oddly drawn to one another. This fic was lowkey an excuse to write a knife-to-throat/gun-to-head scene (or sex scene) with LOTS of tension, but the urge to do so passed and I ended up leaving it as a draft.

3. ANOTHER Assassin AU wherein Annyeongz are from rival families that have a blood feud.

I planned for Wonyoung to seduce Yujin while knowing who she was as a sort of “spy”. She lied about her name and developed close a relationship with Yujin, but when her family found out she was faced with a choice: Betray Yujin or betray her family. She chose Yujin, but unfortunately Yujin found out who she really was before she got the chance to confess on her own terms.

*Fic devolves from there, this is all I recall from a brief skim of it*

Condition: Wrote 56k words of this a little over a year ago, abandoned because I didn’t know where to take the story (from what I saw scrolling through it was AWFUL… please trust me)

4. Vampire AU: Yujin and Wonyoung are high school sweethearts, but one day Yujin goes to try out for a strange audition and becomes a vampire.

I think they have vampire sex? Yujin definitely feeds on Wonyoung’s blood to stay alive though, and I think she eventually has to turn Wonyoung into a vampire to save her life despite Wonyoung SPECIFICALLY telling her not to (Basically Yujin had promised never to turn Wonyoung, only to break it when Wonyoung’s life was on the line).

Another thing I recall about this fic is that Yujin goes missing for ~5 years when she leaves for the audition, so she I guess she spent 5 years as a vampire before going back to Wonyoung? I don’t remember how Yujin survived for those 5 years, but I know I remember Wonyoung dating Sunghoon (she moved on and eventually got with after Yujin “left” her), and the second Yujin came back, she broke off her years-long relationship with him to be with her again. Also I think Wonyoung *liked* having her blood sucked… (Random details, but I thought they were cute things to mention)

Condition: Wrote this a little under a year ago, DNF’d at 31k words because I didn’t know where to take the story/lost motivation.

5. A/B/O AU where Yujin is a submissive alpha and Wonyoung is a dominant omega. Classroom sex occurs.

I started writing this because of a recommendation on CC (I think it was just an ABO rec but I wanted to put a spin on it) and abandoned it at ~3k words because my omegaverse writing skills are abysmal.

6. Grey’s Anatomy AU where (basically) Yujin is Derek and Wonyoung is Meredith.

If you’ve never heard of Grey’s:

Yujin is an attending Surgeon and Wonyoung is an intern, which basically means Yujin is who Wonyoung wants to be when she’s older. Before Wonyoung’s first day of work, she meets Yujin in a bar and sleeps with her. She finds out the next day that Yujin is one of her bosses and the fic is a cat and mouse game of Yujin chasing her and then backing out and Wonyoung chasing her back until they finally get together—it’s a terribly written fiasco, but was sort of fun to imagine nonetheless.

Their age gap is about ten years, which is ignored in the show but I addressed it in the fic. A commonality between the fic and the show, however, is that the power imbalance is largely ignored (because that’s no fun! [to write about, anyway. The fic was 90% lighthearted])

Condition: Wrote this over a year ago because I started watching Grey’s, abandoned at ~91k words (How the hell did I write that much?! I need to manifest that type of motivation and free time NOW😭)

7. Wonyoung is home for the summer, back from her office job in Seoul. Yujin, however, had never left their small town. Wonyoung pretends that her life in the city is super fulfilling and perfect but that’s a lie—she hates it and her boyfriend is NOT as great as she makes him out to be—but she’s too proud to admit it. Yujin, a doctor at a local Pediatric office, is much happier. Wonyoung secretly envies her. And maybe still loves her a little bit, too.

The plot mostly revolves around their past and skips around in time, eventually revealing that the feelings Wonyoung had for Yujin as a child weren’t merely friendly, and somehow she missed that while Yujin was fully aware of it. (Double) Eventually, they kiss and Wonyoung has to wrestle with cheating on her boyfriend (family problems make that difficult for her, b/c her father was a cheater and left her mother when she was young [Daddy issues ftw!!]) and also being gay in her small town wouldn’t be taken so kindly.

Condition: This was a DRAFT I planned out earlier this year, so I had an outline of events but didn’t write beyond the first chapter (~3k words). I think it was inspired by a K-drama, can’t recall the name. Abandoned b/c I just wasn’t in the mood for it anymore (I think this made me realize FULLY plotting a story down the dime ruins the fun for me, sadly).

8. Chef AU

I had the idea of making Yujin an Executive Chef and Wonyoung a Commis Chef (like fresh out of culinary school her first job is under Yujin), but I couldn’t come up with a good story, so I changed the plot to make them both mid-level chefs vying for the same higher position. I wanted there to be this enemies to lovers thing where they hate each other because they’re both the best and the other one is “holding them back” but also urging them to better by merely existing, with trust and betrayals and sabotage and reluctant teamwork.

This was one of the first fic ideas I had and it was well before I realized I couldn’t easily write about things I had no experience with. I was (and still am) sorely lacking in the Culinary knowledge required to take on a project of this calibre😭. I would’ve had to research & plan everything out to be accurate, which I realised about 1 chapter in… but at least I learned that “write what you know” is good advice to follow, at least for a beginner…

9. Yujin is a developer for a company that makes AI bots. One day she creates Wonyoung and slowly, after many tests and trails and tribulations, falls in love with her. Obviously the only logical course of action is to steal her and run away.

This is another based on a CC request, and I honestly still think if a cute idea as a one shot, it’s just I liked the idea so much I wanted to make it a long fic with Detroit Becoming Human vibes, but of course that’s a little too advanced for me.

Condition: I wrote ~3k words of this, so not much, but I think this one of the only fics on this list that I could still see myself making something out of, just more goofy and lighthearted. Still, it’s here because I don’t currently have plans to do so.

9. Bridgerton-esque AU where Wonyoung is deemed the “diamond” (most vied-after woman during the courting season), but she can’t quite find someone who she wants to marry. There’s a seemingly perfect guy—a prince—but it’s actually his cousin that Wonyoung has eyes for.

She and Yujin actually end up having a relationship, although in the beginning it’s more of an older sister thing for Yujin where Wonyoung’s love is one-sided, until at some point Yujin stops seeing her that way and takes her feelings seriously, and their relationship became intimate and dangerous.

Condition: I abandoned this at ~19k words because it was getting sad and I couldn’t handle the angst. The ending I had planned was hopeful but still depressing and I don’t think my mental health can handle making that any time soon (or ever. I ENVY all the authors who can spend hours and days and years writing a story with a tragic ending. I just can’t do my babies like that :( )

Side note: I actually came up with this idea BEFORE the most recent season of Bridgerton (like I started writing this idea before even FINISHING season 1), which doesn’t really matter at all, just wanted to claim lesbian bridgerton I guess? I’m just yapping at this point, I love the ending of the latest season despite all the hate it got

LIGHTNING ROUND FOR IDEAS THAT I ONLY WROTE AS SINGLE SENTENCES or failed to write but wanted to mention (all from different times, MOSTLY a year ago but some more recent):

- “Streamer AU Wonyoung accidentally exposes the relationship on cam”

(Cute but lacking plot)

- “Enemies to lovers flower shop x event planner AU”

(this one has some kick ngl…I still see the vision)

- “I like older girls.”

(??? No idea what the idea was, maybe a CC rec? But slay!)

- “Band and cheer.”

(Classic. Succinct. I like it.)

- “Enemies that are secret lovers.”

(I just wrote tropes down and hoped the fics would write themselves I guess.)

(wait, I lowkey still do that…)

- “They meet in a dog park and flirt and go back to her place.”

(I SWEAR I remember someone giving me this idea on CC but I only started making a list of reccs relatively recently so if this was you helloooo, I tried fo write this!)

- “Princess x bodyguard”

(nah because this one still has me trying to write it every once in a while… I’ve dreamt about this AU but can never think of a good plot)

(also a CC rec and I might still write this one now that I’m looking back at it😭)

- “Time travel AU where Wonyoung is a researcher who goes missing and Yujin searches for her in multiple timelines”

(I think I dropped this b/c it lacked romance; was more about Yujin solving the mystery)

- “They’re soloists who are rumored to be dating. A scandal threatens to ruin their careers but they have proof to deny it, but the whole situation brings them close and they bond over how terrible the industry is etc etc…”

(Interesting but I didn’t think it through enough. How does it end??? I can’t handle all that angst😭)

- “Wonyoung bullies Yujin for being a lesbian but it’s just her own internalized homophobia and religious guilt and they fuck in the locker room(or not idk if the vibe is smut).”

(I have so many ideas like this.. but those others are still in my TBD pile)

Other:

- I tried A/B/O outside of the fic I mentioned in the main list and it’s pretty stilted. I think I can do it eventually because I genuinely like the trope, just need more practice for it not to be completely garbage. Also I really struggle with plots in ABO Aus when brainstorming

- Hybrid fics—I also like the idea because it’s so CUTEEE, but I don’t really know how to write them as animals… I think I need to read more

Sorry if these ideas kind of SUCKED but I had to choose fics for this Graveyard that I am (as close as I can be to) 100% certain I will never pick back up again, which made the pickings slimmer compared to my entire “WIP”/Draft list.

There are plenty more drafts I consider “Abandoned” (I have a whole tag on my Notion for it), but I didn’t put them because I could see myself still using them in the future, so they don’t fit with the rest.

If you asked for something on CC within the past couple months but didn’t see it on here, it’s probably because I’m still considering making it and is sitting in my Notes App list, but just to be safe you can always drop by there and leave the same idea again since it doesn’t hurt to make sure I see it❤️❤️

Maybe I can make a separate list of fics I MIGHT write (What separates those fics from these are that I actually planned proper endings for them), but the problem is I don’t want to get anyone’s hopes up by saying “Hey, any of these can be fics,” when tomorrow I may decide I hate the idea… It feels a little cruel 😭

If you made it this far, thank you so much for reading my yap and I love you!! See u next fic (hopefully soon) ❤️❤️

(By CC request I started a Ko-fi where I may or may not post small fics (idk if I’m allowed to do that on there??), but I’ll cross post here too) [might do proper commissions in the future but currently I don’t have the time :(]

[merakiui]

Hehe Vil and Neige for character bingo!

I adore Vil!!!! He has such a sharp, pretty gaze. I’d be intimidated even if it wasn’t his intention to intimidate. ;;;; but omg he’s such a lovely character!!! Seeing his growth from book 5 to book 6 makes me so soft aaaaa!!! He’s genuinely so sweet and caring and only wants to bring out the best in people, which is why he can seem very critical and harsh and strict. It’s all done in good nature. But in that same light, he’s also incredibly critical with himself, which was seen in how he was comparing himself to Neige and always striving to be the most beautiful. It’s also just nice to see him realize at the end of his book that he doesn’t have to be fairest of all; he can be unique in his own way and there’s just as much beauty in that as there is in being known as the fairest. Also the fact that he sincerely apologizes to us and admits that he was in the wrong at the end… I might be remembering this wrong, but I feel like he’s the only character out of the Overblots who apologized so genuinely to us.

Also his UM???? IT’S SO COOL?????? There are so many possibilities with that. Somehow I always overlook it when I’m thinking about Vil, but it’s really so interesting and has many uses. Even the fact that Vil’s skilled in making potions is already giving me thoughts… so much potential with this. And his role in book 6!!!! Omg it’s made me appreciate the Pomefiore trio even more. I also love the method Vil used to escape his cell during the power outage in book 6. That felt so super spy omg!! <3 (super spy Vil au……. thinking thoughts.)

And because I’ve yet to say it: fashion inspiration!!!! Aaaaaa Vil is such an inspiration. Whenever I’m doing my makeup or putting together an outfit, I always think, What would Vil think of this look? He’s just so,,,, inspiring. And he always slays in every outfit he wears, as expected of Mr. Vil. Sometimes I think how fun it would be if Vil was real because I’d love to have a conversation with him about fashion. My friend called my wardrobe the “playable character closet” because all of my outfits feel like main characters you’ve unlocked in a storyline. Naturally. <3 you should feel like a main character in your life because you’re the star of it, after all hehe!! :D

Vil is just so wonderful to me. I love him dearly and I really should dust off all of the Vil concepts rotting in my drafts and share them. orz he’s so perfect. He could do no wrong (except for that time he almost poisoned Neige), but he was still so babygirl!!!!!

Speaking of Neige!!!!

I have this certain Vision in my mind when I’m thinking of Neige and it is not at all canon, but I still love his canon self a lot. I think Neige deserves to be talked about more (as does Che’nya, Rollo, and the staff). The lack of love for Neige is doing him so dirty! D: he deserves lots of love because he’s just so cute and sweet. And very hardworking!!! When Vil gives us more insight into Neige’s past, it really shows a deeper side to the normally always cheerful idol that everyone adores. His screen time is so minimal, and it doesn’t help that twst English had to cut the Minna de Yahoo rhythmic. :( I wanted to see it so badly in twst English, so it was sad to not see it. </3

Part of me was hoping to see a darker side of Neige in twst. But then he is based on a hero and he goes to Royal Sword Academy, which is essentially the school of heroes compared to NRC (the school of villains). Still… T-T I would like to see a cunning side of Neige, or Neige who may have known Vil held a grudge against him and had a feeling he might try something. Thinking about Neige putting on the oblivious, happy act to mask someone who is very observant and intelligent beneath… AAAAAAAA it would have been so interesting if he attempted to drink the apple juice while fully knowing it was poisoned just to see if anyone (i.e. Rook) would jump in and save him—perhaps to test just where Rook’s loyalty and heart lies? The idea of Neige intentionally putting himself in compromising or even dangerous situations just to test his own theories is so fun to consider. After all, he’s been working in the entertainment industry for so long now. It’s hard to think he wouldn’t be at least a little deceptive or cunning because I’m sure he’s picked up some tricks from so much time spent in the business.

All in all, Neige is very beloved and I’d like to discuss him more. orz