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isalisewrites · 6 months ago

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A Deep Dive into JKR's Terrible, Amateur Writing - Reflective Interlude

Hello and welcome to my ballsy series where I will prove to you, dear reader, that J.K. Rowling, author of the Harry Potter series and resident Twitter TERF, is actually a very, very poor writer.

And when I say ‘poor writer,’ I’m talking about her prose, her sentence structure, and her scenes in the Harry Potter series. I am not going to discuss anything about the HP world nor the overall plot of the books.

This is all about the nitty gritty in the craft of writing itself.

Part One Link.

Part Two Link.

However…

Hiya! *waves* I’m Isa, the author of this… Actually, I dunno what to call this series anymore. Anyway, thus far, you’ve heard a very satirical tone from me in the previous two posts, but that’s not my normal tone. I’m a rather laid back kind of gal with a side of sarcasm and deluge of emoji usage.

I have used quite a confident, even bombastically obnoxious tone in the effort to be entertaining and engaging with these posts. It was meant to be playful and sarcastic. It’s the internet, so I’m aware everyone’s attention is… kind of like a commodity, unfortunately. Look at TikTok or YouTube. How long does a 30s video hold your attention before you’re scrolling to the next? It depends for me, I’ll admit. People don’t have the attention span for long style posts such as these and that’s fair. Sometimes, I don’t either.

Thus, I used repeated ‘catch phases’ to maintain a rhythm and a thematic style through the series with a controversial title meant to hook a reader. I repeat the opening, even in this post. I repeat ‘Class is in session’ to show the beginning of the major section of the post.

However, in this interlude, I’ve toned it all down because I wanted to give you a window into my heart, my purpose, and my intent in this series. It is a reflective post that ends with writing motivation to you, my dear reader, as well as links to writerly resources.

I’ve had a lot to think about this week and I realized that many writers (and other creatives) have to battle against an enemy found within themselves. This enemy often torments many with cruel, destructive thoughts; they burrow their way into so many writers’ minds. It whispers: “Can you really do this? Are you really sure you’re any good? Aren’t you just fooling yourself? They’re going to find out you’re just a fraud. So… why bother?”

Whose voice is that?

Let’s talk about the destroyer of creation, Imposter Syndrome, why I refuse to let the bastard infect me anymore, and why my confident tone in previous posts has grated nerves.

Remember: take what resonates and leave what doesn’t.

(This means I write my posts with the honest acceptance and expectation that not everything will fit with your style, your vibes, or your personality. That’s okay.)

All right, let’s buckle up, my dear writing friends. Grab a snack. Hydrate. Let’s begin. And yes…

Class is in session on this little Tumblr post… should you wish to attend.

Having confidence or pride in one’s work seems to be taboo. Any brief moment in time where I tried to be proud about my writing or say, Hey, I’m a good writer, I was always told to be humble. “Don’t be prideful. Be humble.” It would often chip away at my self esteem. I could be a good writer, but I couldn’t allow myself to feel like a good writer.

But no more.

I have only given myself permission to be confident about my writing within the past month. This is why I started this series in the first place. I wanted to share knowledge and in an entertaining way. I make a bold claim that I’m a better writer than JKR; I analyze her writing to both improve my own understanding and to help others as well.

However, this does not mean I’ve ever been under the delusion I’m perfect. Absolutely not. God, that’s so fucking laughable! I am not perfect. I am not a perfect writer. I definitely don’t know everything. Someone once corrected me, informing me that snakes are venomous, not poisonous. Bless them, wasn’t aware of that. Immediately fixed that. One of the recent reblogs said geodes do not contain emeralds. God bless, I didn’t know that, though in the case of how it was used in TBG, I won’t be changing it since it’s within a character thought.

Sorry, Tom. I guess you need to take a geology class, too.

Ugh, and I have so many godforsaken typos. My soul withers when I catch a typo after I’ve posted a chapter. I miss things all the time. I repeat things because ‘that’s my thing’ and I don’t always catch them in my edits. I forget things all the time. Thank GOD for Dede, someone who loved TBG so much she spent countless hours archiving data from it, where she caught a number of inconsistencies and alerted me to them. I still haven’t been able to fix them yet, but I’m so grateful to her. I’ve noted them all down. Harry’s height often is incorrectly implied to be taller than it should be because my brain isn’t wired for imagery. My brain forgets TBG Harry is a short king at 5’4” while TBG Tom is 6’2” and I need to go back to fix all of those.

I am not a perfect writer and I don’t claim to be.

My goals with this series are to study/learn for myself, teach/share knowledge with others, and learn some more from this experience. I love this kind of analysis. But there’s difference between my analysis of JKR’s writing and a number of those who have retaliated with an analysis of my writing.

Instead of looking at my imperfections with the desire to learn from them, they were illuminated in the attempt to ‘take me down a notch.’ To those who put in the effort to make counterpoints, I do thank you for your contribution to this series. It is appreciated, even when given impolitely and with the intent to ‘put me in my place.’

Despite all of my errors and imperfections, I still stand by my statement: I am a better writer than J.K. Rowling.

Do you know who else is a better writer than her? I could list thousands of them. They’re fanfiction writers. They’re indie authors. They’re other traditional published authors. They are so many other writers that, yes, I do think are stronger writers than JKR.

And you’re a better writer, too, so long as you wish it.

I sincerely want you to believe that.

Why? Because it’s clear within the Harry Potter series that JKR did not make attempts to grow as a writer. She just wrote. Perhaps she was under deadlines, but the lack of editing is pretty apparent to me. When you write a lot, you will inevitably get more skilled over time, but you have to actively be seeking improvement to see drastic change in your own skill. It is this lack of drive that I see within her work. She’s not making attempts to push the boundaries of her abilities and skills with each new book.

I’m not at the end of my journey of learning. I never will be. I love expanding my skills. I’m even learning during the process of writing these posts, too. I’m seeing more weaknesses in my own work and I’m now thinking on ways to strengthen my writing even further.

That’s the point of this series.

In the end, it’s not really about me. No, really, it’s not about me. I truly think it’s about the jealousy of seeing another writer be confident in their work. You see, I’m not supposed to be confident; I’m not supposed to act like I can help and teach others to write. How dare I. Posting anything about my work is an act of attention seeking. I’m supposed to be ‘humble.’ I’m supposed to be silent. I’m supposed to wave a shy, dismissive hand at compliments.

Why?

Why is being proud of one’s work and loving one’s own work such a controversial idea?

Imposter Syndrome often cripples creators. There’s already so much self doubt and anxiety in the world, but Imposter Syndrome can really wreck with a creator’s mind. It’s a poison. It stops you from creating what you love most. When you believe you aren’t good enough, then it becomes harder to try. Your belief becomes truth to you, whether or not it was true in reality in the first place. Perhaps, you sink into depression. You become anxious about sharing anything, for fear anyone might say even the slightest negative comment. The heart becomes fragile and brittle, and the muscle which builds skill atrophies over time. You see your work through a lens of self hate. You can only see flaws.

“I will never be good enough.”

When you’re in this state of mind, it’s hard to see the truth about your work.

But let me promise you something: your writing is far more beautiful than you realize.

In spirit, all creative writing is perfect to me with all of its typos and mistakes (yes, even all of the Harry Potter books!), but no single work is objectively perfect. There will always be room to improve your creation because you’re constantly growing. It’s why so many aspiring novelists fall into an endless cycle of editing their first few chapters. The more they write, the more they improve; thus, when they go back to their earlier chapters, they get stuck trying to update those chapters instead of pushing forward to the finish line.

Your work is valuable, no matter what. It’s beautiful. You’re allowed to love your work. You’re allowed to see the good in it and you’re allowed to have confidence in yourself. You’re allowed to say to yourself and to others, I’m a damn good writer.

You deserve to have love, for yourself and for your art.

I have often sincerely complimented other writers and, many times, after they respond with their thanks, it becomes clear to me they’re not confident in their work, yet they have still bravely shared it with us.

I’m so proud of them. Thank you for your bravery.

My heart breaks for them, too. They’re such good writers—such damn good writers. And I wish they knew and believed this.

I will always do everything in my power to encourage others.

How do you feel about your writing? Do you like your writing? You should. You really should because it is good. You created it, after all. There will always be space to grow and refine your craft, of course, but you are a good writer now. You’re going to be a better writer tomorrow and the next day, so long as you desire this growth in yourself. There’s no destination, though. There’s no magic level you have to reach before you’re allowed to have some confidence in yourself and your abilities. The only trap to avoid is remaining stagnant. Writing is a skill. Writing is a craft. This means it gets better through study and practice.

You can achieve that.

I know it’s hard, though. There are so many naysayers in life. There are so many people waiting to attack and bring others down, both on the internet and in our own families. How many precious fanfics have been lost because a writer received horrible, hateful comments? How many writers have disappeared from the internet because of this cruelty? We have lost many in all fandoms. That is unacceptable to me.

Uplift others. Spread love, not hate.

You’re allowed to be proud about your work, imperfect as it may be. Please, I beg you, don’t let the negative voices of others—including your own!—drag you down and steal the joy of creating. I know it’s so very, very hard to stand strong against such voices. Words have power, but you have more. Resist the naysayers.

What you have to offer the world is precious. Please lift your head and acknowledge that what you create is good. It’s great. It’s amazing. It’s fucking fantastic. You’re not an imposter nor a fraud. No one can offer what you can to the world. No one can write the stories you have in your head the way you can. Your style is unique to you. You’re allowed to love it as it is now and you’re allowed to love it whatever form it takes in the future.

Imposter Syndrome is a thief; toss it into jail and throw away the key.

My writing is not perfect and it never will be, but I’m a better writer today than I was ten years ago. I’m a seeker of my own growth. I’m often reading books on writing and watching YouTube videos on writing. I absorb it all because writing is my truest love and passion. My style has evolved from reading endless amount of novels and fanfics. I devour both.

But I wasted a decade thinking I didn’t have what it takes.

And life is short. I can’t waste anymore time.

Don’t be like past Isa, please.

There’s a difference in refinement between an episodic fanfic posted over the course of years and a traditional novel published in whole, but I still stand by my work. I recognize my style will not be enjoyed by all those who read it. It’s okay if you don’t like my style. I’m eternally grateful for the many readers who do love my writing. I’m humbled and honored by the sheer volume of people who have commented, bookmarked, and have left kudos on my work. Thank you.

My style has evolved into what it is today due to a combination of two things.

I have ADHD. It’s why my style uses smaller paragraphs as a whole.

I have aphantasia. I lack a mind that can visualize pictures. I literally cannot see anything in my mind. When people say, “I can picture it in my mind,” that’s not me. I cannot at all. When there’s a lack of description in prose, it feels blank and empty to me. This is why I use vivid descriptions in the way I do because otherwise I feel nothing from my work.

It’s okay if this style doesn’t work for you. I love my style because it caters to what I need. I also love other styles that don’t use as much description; however, I can’t always follow what’s happening because of the wiring of my brain. I can get lost sometimes, but I still appreciate their style because I can’t effectively do what they can.

If you find no value in my style and what I offer in this series here, then that’s okay. I’m not offended. This series is for those who benefit from it. For you, there are so many other writers out there from whom you can learn and I’m more than happy to send you in the direction that benefits you the most.

Here’s a list of YouTubers you might find interesting.

ShaelinWrites has been working on many unpublished projects through the years and has lots of great discussion videos on writing.

Abbie Emmons is a self published author with solid writing advice in all of her videos.

Alexa Donne is a traditionally published author with great insider information into the traditional publishing world.

Ellen Brock is a professional editor. She knows her stuff.

I hesitantly suggest Jenna Moreci and her content on YouTube because I think she has some major weaknesses in her writing. Many others have seen this about her books. However, she is a successful indie author and her YouTube content has a lot of value.

Brandon Sanderson has an entire college course in a playlist on his channel. It’s a fabulous free resource if you vibe with his style of writing. Highly recommend.

Here’s a list of writing books I recommend.

Elements of Fiction Writing, a five book series. My TOP recommendation is Elements of Fiction Writing - Beginnings, Middles & Ends.

Sin and Syntax: How to Craft Wicked Good Prose

Let the Crazy Child Write!: Finding Your Creative Writing Voice

Novelist's Essential Guide to Crafting Scenes

All right then.

Thank you for sticking around. I hope you accept this post in the good faith it was given and was always given in the previous posts. Next post, I’ll be returning to my playful satirical tone. Hehe~!

Please do the world the greatest of favors and write. Create. Share your fanfiction. Become best selling authors, traditional or indie. I promise you’re far more capable and skilled than you realize.

Until next time.

Isa

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dropthedemiurge · 6 months ago

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Boys Be Brave [EP.4] // Translation notes

Not so many this time so let me know if you're curious about anything else, I'll point out what I thought was interesting^^

"If you like someone, you start to feel ashamed/embarrassed. I'd rather die than to show him how embarrassing I am."

This interestingly ties to my previous post! Where I mentioned that Balgeum said the same word in another phrase: "Don't follow me around like a clueless fool. It's fucking embarrassing".

He didn't use any other specific words so I noted how vague it was, and I wonder if he was trying to tell Inho he was shameful for clinging to him but that's actually a word he found to describe his own feelings towards Inho. It doesn't matter whether Balgeum spends his entire life in poverty, debts and hustling as he said he's used to it, but he's ashamed of being with someone, even loving someone while he's so pitiful in his own eyes. A hole in his sock, family in financial ruins, he just doesn't dare to see a carefree happiness for himself, and he punishes and curses himself out for even having hope.

What is also interesting – I'm not sure whether other character names really have meanings or wordplays, but 밝음 means "brightness". Which also feel like a bit of a cruel joke to be named like that and live such tiring and grey life.

I was so confused with the subs here. I can guess what they tried to go for, but Kiseob literally says '아쉬었어', "I feel a bit bad about yesterday =)" It's a word that can be translated to "It's such a shame that... (something happened)", "It's too bad that... (I didn't achieve something)", like you can say it when you tried to buy a ticket but they were all sold out instantly. Or you missed some opportunity and regret it now.

We know Kiseob was talking about something else (I think he wanted to say it's too bad that he and Jinwoo couldn't enjoy making out for longer or something) but it's no wonder Jinwoo got so offended by this, because he thought Kiseob meant he regretted that he even kissed Jinwoo yesterday because the kiss was too bad. Does this sentence even make sense?xD

And that's why he started riling himself up and freaking out that it was all because of his kissing skills.

That's Kiseob's confusion right there after seeing that Jinwoo fled the scene after his comment. He didn't actually call himself a pervert of anything but he wondered what was wrong with his words, were they too much for Jinwoo to run away. I do believe he meant that it was too bad that nothing much happened after that kiss yesterday instead xD

So he apologized via message that it might've been too much and he will be careful from now on. Jinwoo, of course, read that completely differently again. And then Jinwoo angrily tells him not to be so arrogant after just that first kiss (he's not good but he'll be with practice, and Kiseob should not be the judge!). Meanwhile (I think) Kiseob is confused and focuses on the word 'the first kiss', so to him, that might sound like a promise of more to come, therefore he just sends 'okay'? But he also says they didn't really get to talk about their kiss later. I might be confused with the last msg too x)

Miscommunication, BL's beloved.

(if you're curious about the heart and emoji message, it was from the last time, Kiseob sent "I want to give you something as a last gift... can you come out?". And idk why, the message before that says 'Refridgerator', probably also something from 1-2 episodes xD)

"Who are you to evaluate me?" The boy really thinks Kiseob is the alpha expert on love, daring and romance, and he misjudges him himself huh xD

"By the way, you become weak-hearted if someone is hurt". My interpretation of this line – Kiseob talks about how Jinwoo cares about him and his wound anyway, despite all his defenses and rejections. Jinwoo, of course, denies and says it's because Kiseob will be a nuisance when he' gets's hurt.

Just a little nuance – Kiseob asks Jinwoo about everything, he doesn't say it in a mocking factual way at all. "Your schedule is disrupted because you like me, right? And you did that (kissed me) yesterday because you like me, right? Why do you like me?"

He is constantly asking because he doesn't know the difference. He is trying to understand himself through Jinwoo's feelings, so he asks. Asks why people like, how do they like, how does that feeling manifest in real life – because he doesn't know anything, even if he likes Jinwoo, he doesn't know why, he doesn't really realize it himself. He doesn't know why he kissed. He dated but he never experienced the feeling of love. He can't give Jinwoo any honest answers yet. Well, he's honest that he's not sure about anything, but it's not the answer planning-and-unambiguous Jinwoo wants to hear.

Can I just step out of BL show for a lil bit and say that I really liked them?! I think they were adorable together. Too bad polar opposites attracts and Jinwoo needs Kiseob and not the certain copy of himself (who also isn't the prim and perfect as she shows herself).

Anyway! There is one point in Jinwoo's perfect-ideal-type checklist which says 'To have J in the name like in 'JIN-woo''. 진 (jin) can also come from 'truth' so he invented that symbolic connection/condition for a partner. Which is also why Kiseob in the previous episode wanted to change his name to the one that includes J as well, but he choose the name 'Jongji' which had a ridiculous meaning of 'stop'. Again, technically correct but absolutely far from what Jinwoo actually wanted.

Isn't it interesting that, even though he went on a day with his Ideal Type, Jinwoo still enjoyed not the library date or the meaningful messages, but the game arcade time? The one that's supposed to be meaningless and not productive and with the purpose of just having fun? And he kept being distracted by the illusions/thoughts of Kiseob?:D Yeeeah... Maybe your perfect type checklist needs some revisions, Jinwoo.

About the side couple – I was right! They will go to three dates because Balgeum gave in. He even will sacrifice his never-ending-worktime for that. Hehe. He also says 'I have to become rich' with determination which in my mind, connecting to his 'I'd rather die than look so embarrassing to Inho' means that he now has a new goal. To... I guess, work even HARDER to be able to have a chance dating Inho. Will they even work out right now? No one knows, but it's obvious they both are willing to give it a second chance.

And the last bit – it's pretty obvious, but Hyejin actually shouts 'You fucking bastard!!!', which is so hilarious.

#boys be brave #boys be brave comments #kbl #korean bl #dropthemeta #dropthemeta kbl #learning languages #korean language #translation notes #language details #lost in translation #jinwoo x kiseob #inho x balgeum

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justagalwhowrites · 1 year ago

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New in Town - Ch. 4: First Cookout

Sarah invites you to Joel's place to celebrate the last night she's in town. A continuation of New in Town chapters 1-3 found on Tumblr here.

Pairing: Best Friend's Dad!Joel Miller x Female Reader

CW: Smut. Because obviously smut. It's these two, they fuck. No use of Y/N. Age gap (reader is 35 Joel is 47, not a focus of the fic). Minors DNI, 18+ only

Length: 5.8k

AO3 | First Chapter | Previous Chapter | Next Chapter

“And this is going to be your desk,” you smiled, excited but keeping your voice down. Sarah made a quiet squeal back at you. “See, I can see you from my desk so you can make faces at me while I’m dealing with the boring accounts people. I’m manifesting it, I swear I am.”

“I’m seriously about to make a fucking moodboard if it’ll help,” she sat on the desk, her legs dangling over the edge. “I miss Austin. I didn’t think I’d miss it this much but I really do. Seattle was way more fun when you were there, now all I do is try to convince myself that my job is totally worth the 500 days of rain we get every year.”

You laughed.

“Something tells me it’s not quite that many.”

“Feels like that many,” she rolled her eyes. “Now please. I need BBQ.”

You shook your head and laughed before heading to the elevators to go to lunch with your best friend.

Joel had texted you a warning with his usual good morning text that day.

“Good morning, Beautiful,” he wrote. “Really miss feeling you right before I fall asleep. Please tell me you’re not busy tomorrow night. Heads up, expect Sarah to drop in on you today. I have to be at a site for a few hours and she mentioned stopping by your office. She’ll probably invite you to the cookout we’re having tonight - up to you if you want to come.”

You frowned when you read it. “Up to you if you want to come.” What the fuck did that mean?

“Miss feeling you too,” you added a heart emoji. “Only plans I have for tomorrow night involve you ripping my clothes off.”

You rapped your nails against your phone, waiting to see if he’d text back before you started getting ready for the day but he didn’t. You sighed. He probably had to be on site early and couldn’t use his phone.

“Goddammit,” you muttered, putting your face in your pillow and groaning. How were you supposed to navigate this?

Did Joel want you to come but was trying to keep the pressure off? Did he not want you anywhere near him when Sarah was in town?

Yes, he’d spent a fair bit of time fucking your brains out over the past few weeks but, in reality, he wasn’t anything to you. He was a guy you’d gone out with once, he wasn’t your boyfriend, he didn’t have to invite you over for anything let alone something that might make him feel uncomfortable because you were friends with his kid. Even though, to you, he felt like so much more than some guy you were fucking. So, so much more.

And also your best friend’s dad.

Because fate was a cruel, cruel thing.

You checked your phone every few minutes as you got ready for work but the messages sat on delivered. You sighed and resisted the urge to text again and just kept checking your phone every few minutes in your office, too.

“Wouldn’t argue with some help in the clothing removal department,” he wrote. “I’m going to want you naked fast. Requesting something with easy access so I can get inside you ASAP.”

You smiled and shook your head a little.

“Still warm enough for a sundress,” you sent a winky face emoji with that and briefly considered going to the bathroom to take a selfie that involved an unprofessional amount of cleavage.

“Jesus Christ,” he sent back. “Pull me in a restroom wearing one of those and we’re not stopping at you humping my leg.”

“Counting on it,” you wrote, smiling a little wider before deciding to just bite the bullet. “Did you want me to go tonight? If Sarah asks?”

“What’s go you smiling so big?”

You almost jumped out of your skin when you saw Sarah leaning against the doorframe to your office.

“Good lord, girl, we gotta put a bell on you,” you smiled anyway, being sure to lock your phone before getting up to hug her. “What are you doing here?”

“My dad had some client issue so I figure I’d come visit my bestie,” she gave you a squeeze before stepping back from you. “Plus I’m dying to see where I’m going to commute to every day once they finally let me come here.”

Sarah picked the restaurant, a BBQ place that wasn’t far from your office and only offered wooden picnic tables sitting under a rusted metal awning for seating.

“Oh this is going to be good shit,” you said, taking a deep breath, the smell of smoked meat heavy on the air. “I can tell.”

“Knew you’d love this place,” she smiled. “Kind of surprised my dad hasn’t taken you here already, actually.”

You froze for half a second before regaining your composure.

“We’ve only gone out the one time since the first time we met up,” you shrugged. “Can’t exactly show me the entire city in that time.”

The two of you got in line, the place starting to get crowded now that it was pushing noon.

“I know,” she rolled her eyes. “I just really thought you guys would hit it off I guess.”

Well you’d definitely done that.

“Does it really bother you that I’m not hitting the town with your dad more?” You asked, teasing.

“Kind of, actually,” she laughed. “You know those stupid TV episodes they do where the cast of one show goes on another show?”

“The crossover ones?” You frowned.”

“Right,” she nodded. The line moved and the two of you stepped forward. “This was like… my real life crossover episode and it just kinda flopped. Like my two favorite characters finally were in the same place and just didn’t have the chemistry for good TV.”

Yeah, chemistry? Not your issue with Joel.

“I’ll be sure to lodge your complaint with the writers,” you said dryly. “Tell them to get their shit together.”

You talked Sarah into ordering the meats you didn’t so you could try at least a bite of everything and you were almost uncomfortably full when you dropped your final wet napkin on the butcher paper covered tray in front of you.

“Oh, hey, meant to ask you before,” she said, polishing off her Dr. Pepper. “Did you have any plans tonight? My dad caved and is grilling out. My Uncle Tommy is coming over, his wife Maria, a few neighbors who have known me since I was in diapers and who can tell you every embarrassing thing I’ve ever done…”

“I don’t think they can tell me about the time you got drunk at karaoke night and tried to take the mic from that guy who was making an ass of himself,” you smirked.

Sarah groaned, throwing her head back and laughing.

“Oh my God, I forgot about that!”

You laughed, too, and took a second to check your phone to see if Joel had gotten back to you.

He had.

“Love for you to come,” he wrote. “Just going to be hell keeping my hands to myself all night. But would rather do that than not see you.”

You smiled a little and put your phone down.

“Yeah, I’ll come,” you said. “Just tell me what I can bring.”

You were almost giddy by the time you got home. It’s not like you’d seen Joel every day since you’d met him but the option always felt like it was there. You’d only texted a bit since the phone sex Sunday and it felt like it had been eons since you’d gotten to touch him. You wondered if it would be weird if you gave him a hug when Sarah was there. You could get away with a hug, right?

You pulled out a few outfit options, trying to find something that would make Joel want to check you out but not look like you were trying to get him to check you out. You pulled the shirts out and hung them on your floor length mirror so they were next to each other when you got an idea.

You stripped out of your work clothes and changed into your favorite matching bra and panty set, standing in front of the mirror with the shirts still hanging on it, arranging yourself so you could see your body between the clothes. You took a picture.

“Which shirt for tonight?” You typed, sending the picture to Joel.

He responded while you were jumping into your jeans, the denim tight on your thighs and hips.

“You’re cruel, you know that right?” He wrote. “I vote green. Feel like you’ll cause less trouble in the green.”

The green was a little tamer, you supposed. The v-neck wasn’t quite as low, the eyelet lace softer and almost girlish. You smiled a little.

“You’re right,” you wrote back. “Black it is.”

Black was a wrap top, with a deeper v-neck, something that would highlight your curves even more. And give Joel easy access.

“You’re a menace,” he texted.

“I know :)”

You got dressed and stopped by HEB on your way over, picking up a dozen bottles of Shiner. You’d had to consciously toe the line of trying without trying too hard and you stomach was in knots as you walked up to his front door. What if your hair or your makeup or your shoes or the tightness of your jeans screamed “I’m fucking the man who lives in this house”?

But you took a deep breath and rang the doorbell anyway. It didn’t take long for it Sarah to rip it open with a squeal, pulling you inside.

“I’m so glad you came!” She said, jumping a little as she pulled away from you. “This is going to be so much fun, I promise. See, we’re going to do shit like this all the time when I move down here. We gotta manifest it, girl, I’m telling you. It’s even more fun when it’s summer and people want to swim because getting drunk in a pool that’s not open to every other idiot in your apartment complex is seriously the best pass time.”

“I can only imagine,” you smiled. “And, I brought beer!”

You held up the six packs just as Joel went rushing past, on his way to the kitchen. But he doubled back and stopped, a slow smile spreading across his face as he looked you up and down from over Sarah’s shoulder. You smirked just a little and he shook his head slightly, smiling.

“Good to see you,” he said, stepping around Sarah for a somewhat awkward hug. He lowered his voice, his lips next to your ear, speaking so softly you could barely hear him. “Menace.”

He stepped back and you smiled wider.

“Good to see you, too.”

Joel took the beers from your hands and his eyes lingered a little too long on your chest - not that you were arguing.

“Come on,” Sarah slipped her hand into yours. “I want you to meet everybody!”

She tugged you along behind her to the backyard, you giving Joel an apologetic smirk over your shoulder, people standing in little clusters around the pool. You spotted Joel’s brother immediately, the resemblance hard to miss. He was standing next to a beautiful woman with braids half way down her back, his arm around her waist. You smiled a little. You remembered dropping Sarah off at the airport when she flew down the year before for her uncle’s wedding.

“Have fun!” You said, putting her duffle bag on her shoulder as your car sat with the emergency flashers on in the loading zone.

“Yeah, this is going to be a disaster,” she said. “There’s no way they’re making it down the aisle. I haven’t met Maria but it’s Tommy. He’s jumped from woman to woman since before I was born, the day he settles down is the day hell freezes over.”

When you picked her up again three days later, she had a different story.

“So did they actually get hitched?” You asked as she flopped heavily into the passenger seat.

“Holy shit, they did. She is the only woman on the planet who could actually get him to settle down,” she said. “And by some miracle, she wanted to. No accounting for taste with some people…”

You laughed and headed to your favorite bar to hear all about it. You hadn’t really expected to ever really meet him except maybe in passing at Sarah’s wedding one day. Now you were meeting him in your - boyfriend’s? Fuck buddy’s? Who knows what’s? - backyard.

“Tommy, Maria!” Sarah called as the two of you worked your way around the pool. “Got someone for you to meet, she’s new in town and in desperate need of social contacts.”

She made the introductions and Tommy laughed when he heard your name.

“The infamous best friend,” he smiled, pulling you in for a hug. “She as bad an influence on you as she was on me?”

“Oh shut up,” she rolled her eyes.

“She talked me into grand larceny once,” Tommy said, pointing accusingly at Sarah with the beer bottle in his hand.

“Did she now?” You asked, brows raised.

“Oh yes,” he nodded, smiling cheekily. “She was seven and Joel said she couldn’t have all her Halloween candy on Halloween…”

“A crime, really,” she smiled, grabbing Tommy’s beer and taking a drink before giving it back.

“And she was so cute, these big eyes and her little princess costume and her hair going in about a million different directions…”

“Yeah, Dad hadn’t figured out how to handle that yet,” she laughed a little.

“I caved,” Tommy said. “I put up a valiant fight…”

“You said yes immediately!” Sarah scoffed. “I barely even had to pout…”

“She was a monster,” Tommy cut her off. “I was at her mercy, I swear!”

“And then what happened?” Joel asked, joining your little circle with two beers in hand. He wordlessly pressed one into your palm. You smiled a little at him and he brushed his hand down your spine on his way to putting it in his back pocket. “C’mon, you two partners in crime, finish that story. What happened?”

“Nothing that bad,” Tommy waved him off.

“Yeah, it was fine,” Sarah said. “No lasting damage…”

“For you two maybe,” Joel laughed. “I was the one who was up until 3 in the morning washing all her bedding and scrubbin’ the wall of her room because she projectile vomited three pounds of candy like she was starring in the damn Exorcist.”

You laughed as Sarah and Tommy both tried to downplay it and Maria just lovingly patted her husband’s shoulder, rolling her eyes. While everyone was distracted, you snuck a look at Joel. Just a second to actually look at his face as he laughed and smiled with his family. It was a little unfair, how good looking he was. Somehow both rugged and soft, handsome and beautiful and you had to resist the urge to reach up and twist your fingers in his slightly unruly curls. You looked back at Sarah before anyone said anything and took a sip of beer.

Sarah got sidetracked talking with Tommy and you took advantage of it, leaning in to whisper in Joel’s ear.

“You’re really hot,” you said quietly. “Also, I got you a present, it’s in my purse.”

“Oh really?” He raised his eyebrows, a devious look on his face.

You rolled your eyes.

“Not that exciting,” you said.

“What are you two conspiring about?” Maria asked and you almost flinched as Tommy and Sarah turned their attention to you.

“Just how to get this one to stop meddlin’,” Joel said smoothly, nodding to his daughter.

“I do not meddle,” she replied. “I just nudge people in the right direction. Because I’m smarter than them.”

You got along well with Joel’s brother and sister-in-law. Tommy seemed more like a big brother to Sarah than an uncle, which made sense when they talked about her childhood years. Tommy was six years younger than Joel, just 16 when Sarah came into the world. So while he adored his niece, he wasn’t exactly mature enough to be a parent-like figure. It sounded like he’d helped his brother out a lot but had been more of a friend to Sarah than anything else.

You liked watching her and Joel with their friends and family, the easy familiarity of it all, the comfort of having history with people. It was something that was missing from your life.

Sure, you liked your life. You liked it quite a bit, actually. You had a job you enjoyed that paid you good money, you’d lived in some interesting places - Seattle, three years in New York City, an internship in Chicago, even Washington D.C. for a bit - and you could do just about whatever you wanted whenever you wanted. That was the beauty of not having anything to tie you down. The cost just meant not having roots and, sometimes, that hurt.

Joel disappeared inside at one point and, after taking quick stock of the backyard to make sure no one else was inside with him, you followed. You slipped into the entry and grabbed your purse, pulling out the bag of Fire Sour Patch Kids you’d seen in the candy aisle on your way to grab beer when you stopped at the store earlier that day.

Joel was in the kitchen cutting vegetables for burger toppings and you climbed on the counter next to the cutting board. He looked up at you out of the corner of his eye, trying to hide his smile while he shook his head.

“Meant what I said about you bein’ a menace,” he said, his eyes on the knife. “You’re torture. Beautiful torture but torture.”

“We aim to please,” you smiled, holding out the candy. He frowned for a second, drying his hands on his jeans, before he laughed and took the bag. “Warned you it wasn’t exciting…”

“This is great, Beautiful,” he leaned in and kissed you lightly, like it was an automatic thing, as though you did this in his kitchen all the time. “Been wantin’ to try these and then I never buy the damn things….”

“I’ll help you eat them if they suck,” you smiled. “And you can help me eat them if they don’t.”

He smiled again and moved in front of you, nudging your legs apart so he was standing between your thighs and he leaned in and kissed you - really kissed you. His tongue dipped into your mouth, his hands sliding up your legs to your waist as he tugged you closer. You draped your arms over his shoulders and pressed yourself against him and savored his touch. Fuck, you’d missed this. It had only been a few days but it felt like an eternity of him being out of reach and it was almost reassuring to feel the way his hands fit against your body even after some time apart.

“Fuck, you’re trouble,” he was breathless when he pulled away from you, his hands still on your body. “Just couldn’t wear the green, could ya?”

“And miss out on this?” You teased, running your fingers through his hair. “Never.”

Sarah sat between the two of you at dinner, the best spot for you and Joel to be in when you thought about it. Next to you was too much temptation, you’d end up touching each other and then not be able to help yourselves and that was bad.

Across wasn’t great, either, as you’d discovered at dinner the other night. If you could just check each other out the whole night, that wasn’t the safe way to go. Not to mention the opportunities for playing footsie under the table.

No no, you needed a better way to keep your hands to yourselves and Sarah was a great barrier for that - both literally and metaphorically - and you managed to get through the meal without any big slip ups. Something you were pretty damn proud of, if you did say so yourself.

You excused yourself to the bathroom as things were in that easy after dinner conversation stage of the evening, everyone pleasantly full and a little drunk, Sarah laughing with a neighbor from down the street whose name you’d forgotten. But when you opened the bathroom door to head back outside, Joel was there, pushing you back into the room and closing the door behind him.

“Joel!” You hissed, his hands on your waist.

“You really can’t expect me to wait when you show up lookin’ this damn good,” he growled, boosting you up so you were perched on the edge of the sink. “Everyone’s too busy to even notice we’re gone…”

His mouth found your neck and your chest as he untied your top, his tongue and teeth ranging over your skin and you couldn’t help but moan at his attention, your body already feeling warm and wanting. Joel stepped back from you a he fully opened your shirt, revealing your body to him as though it were some wondrous thing, moaning as he did.

“Fuck Beautiful,” his hands trailed up your exposed skin to cup your breasts through your bra. “Ain’t fair how one person can look this damn good…”

“Had to pull you away from the grill somehow,” you smiled, tugging him back against you and kissing him. He kissed you back, getting more and more desperate as he did. He pulled your breasts free of their cups so he could suck at them and hold them in his large hands, moaning into you. Your hands ran down his body to find his cock hard in his jeans, feeling him through the fabric, desperately wishing you could just rip all his clothes off and get him inside you.

“Think you can come from just your clit?” He asked, breathless, as he licked and sucked your neck.

“Yes,” you moaned. “Think you can come from just my hand?”

“It’d take less than that,” he panted as he opened your jeans and slid his hand inside as best he could, his finger finding your clit quickly. He ghosted over it with his finger, making you squirm and moan. “Fuck, Beautiful, you close already?”

“Maybe,” you panted as he pressed a little harder against the sensitive nub. You reached down to pull out his cock to start jerking him off but he caught your hand. You whined a little.

“Not yet,” he kissed back up to your mouth, holding his lips a fraction of an inch away from yours. “Lemme take care of you…”

He kissed you then, his tongue slipping into you as his finger pressed into your clit. You groaned and rocked your hips on him and you felt him smile against your lips. He started rubbing you in slow, aching circles, adding a little pressure every time around, matching his kiss to the pace of his fingers. You moaned desperately against him and he picked up his pace, working you over until you were gasping into his mouth while you came from his fingers.

“Fuck,” you panted as Joel slipped his hand from your pants. “How are you so goddamn good at that?”

“You’re so pretty when you come it’s easy to remember what does it,” he replied, stepping back from you. You slid off the sink but, instead of fixing your bra and closing your shirt, you dropped to your knees and started unzipping his fly. “Baby…”

“I can be quick,” you said, looking up at him through your eyelashes as you freed his cock. You never really got used to hot big he was - thick, heavy, long. But you’d be fine choking on him if it meant making him come.

You started by licking his head and he let out a shuddering little moan and you smiled a little, lapping at the dripping pre-come at his slit like he was your favorite flavor of ice cream. Which, he kind of was. Heady and masculine and Joel, knowing that he was dripping because of you made you want him even more.

Instead of taking the more gradual route, you took him into your mouth and throat all at once, having to swallow around the head of him as he pushed past your gag reflex. His hand flew to your head, fingers twisting in your hair and sinking into the thin layer of flesh over your skull.

“Oh fuck,” he panted. “Oh my fucking god…..”

You sucked him and moaned, the vibration of your vocal chords working the tip of him as it was lodged in your throat. You pressed your tongue against the thick vein that ran along the underside of him before you started pulling back, his grip on your head relaxing just enough to let you do it. You worked is cock up and down, sucking and licking and taking him into your mouth until you started to cough. He panted and moaned as you worked him until, eventually, he was clinging to the sink to stay upright.

“Fuck, please Baby, I need to come,” he groaned. You smiled as much as you could when your mouth was full of his thick cock. “Lemme… can I…”

You looked up at him, eyes wide, as you slid down him so he was buried in your mouth to the root and you hummed your approval. His hands immediately flew to your head and he started fucking into your mouth. You took it, swallowing past your gag reflex with each deep stroke. He didn’t last long, just a few pumps, before he was spilling into you, moaning quietly as he did. You swallowed it all, his cock so deep in your throat you could barely even taste him as he pumped his come into you.

“Fuck,” he all but collapsed against the sink and you carefully slid his cock from your mouth and got up, wiping your mouth on the back of your wrist. You adjusted your bra and tied your shirt again.

“Worth it?” You teased.

“Jesus Christ woman,” he groaned. “You’re gonna kill me.”

You smiled and kissed his cheek before you went to leave the bathroom but he grabbed your arm, pulling you back against him to kiss you deep and long. You tried to hide your surprise. Other guys you’d been with weren’t huge on kissing you after you went down on them. Joel didn’t seem to mind. But then, Joel just wasn’t like other men. You smiled as you pulled back from him and he laughed a little.

“What?” You frowned.

“We made a mess of your makeup,” he jerked his head toward the mirror, tucking his cock back in his pants as you checked your reflection. Your lipstick had smeared and you laughed a little, too.

“Good thing I have more in my bag,” you said, grabbing a sheet of toilet paper and cleaning up what you could. “See you back out there?”

“Once I remember how to walk again,” he teased.

It was sheer luck that Maria came in to use the bathroom as you adjusted your lipstick in the entryway mirror and not a few minutes earlier and you popped a breath mint so you could think about something besides the fact that the last thing in your mouth had been Joel’s cock when you talked with Sarah.

You left only about an hour later, giving Sarah a long hug as she walked you to your car.

“I’ll be back again soon for Thanksgiving,” she smiled, squeezing you tight. “Just manifest with me!”

“I’m manifesting so hard I might break something,” you smiled back, trying to ignore the knot of guilt in your stomach about hiding something so big from her.

“And seriously,” she said, stepping back from you. “If you need a friend before I get down here…”

“Call the whole Miller clan,” you smiled. “I got it.”

“Good,” she said. “We’ll just make a Miller out of you yet.”

You tried to ignore how your heart skipped a beat at the thought of that.

“Sounds good to me.”

Joel came straight to your place after dropping Sarah off at the airport the next night. You answered the door in a sundress - as promised - expecting to go to dinner.

Which, in hindsight, was foolish.

“Fuck,” you said, looking Joel up and down. He had flowers. He was in a plain, dark t-shirt that was tight around his biceps, his jeans hanging just right on his hips.

“What?” He frowned.

“Just get in here and let me fuck you,” you said, grabbing his shirt and pulling him into your apartment.

The flowers were quickly abandoned on the breakfast bar in your kitchen as you kissed him, tugging his shirt off and casting it aside before you dragged him to the bedroom.

“We gotta eat at some point tonight, Baby,” he said between kisses as you shoved him down on the bed.

“That’s fine,” you panted, stepping out of your panties and casting them aside. “We can do this twice.”

“Fuck, you’re fucking perfect,” he said, lifting his hips so he could slide his pants down a little and sitting so his back was against your headboard. He started working his cock, already hard in the palm of his hand. You straddled him, the skirt of your dress hiding your dripping pussy and his leaking cock from view. He kept one hand on his cock but the other went to your hips as you lowered yourself toward him until your pussy brushed his thick head. “Oh shit, fuck Beautiful, I need… Fuck, need inside you, I need to be inside you…”

“I know,” you breathed before sinking onto his cock with a shaking moan. His other hand flew to your waist, too, pulling you down on him so his whole length was sheathed within you. You panted for breath as your body adjusted to the intrusion. “I need you, too.”

“Fuck,” his head fell back against the headboard. “Fuck, you feel so fucking good every time, s’like I belong in this pussy, like your pussy was made to take this cock.”

“Made to ride this cock,” you moaned, starting to rise and fall over him with a satisfied groan. Joel somehow hit all the right angles inside you, the thickness of his shaft stretching you deliciously, his head finding the sensitive place deep inside you and pressing against it, making your pussy start to tighten around him.

“Oh shit,” his grip on you got firmer, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh of you. “Want you to come on this cock, Beautiful. Want you to use me to get yourself off, fuck, Baby, make yourself come on my cock…”

You buried your face in his neck and breathed in his deep, clean, masculine scent and started riding him harder, adjusting your hips so your clit was leaving an obscene, messy streak of your slick up and down his bare stomach. You licked and sucked at his neck as you rode him, fucking down on him hard and fast and grinding your clit against him. As your body tightened, you sat up straighter, pressing your forehead to his own so you could see his face, the liquid heat in you centering around where he was inside you until you came with a desperate moan around him.

“There we go,” he almost sounded like he was in pain he was so desperate. “Fuck, you come so fuckin’ pretty Baby, so goddamn pretty. Feel so good, coming on my cock, better than anything else, fuck Beautiful, I can’t…”

Joel took control of your hips then, pumping you up and down his shaft and you tried to help as best you could as you rode out your orgasm. His hips fucked up into you hard and fast until he was emptying himself into you, moaning as he did.

You collapsed on top of him, panting for breath and he went from holding your hips to wrapping his arms around you, holding you close to him. You stayed like that for a few minutes, your breaths synchronizing as you both came back down from our highs.

“So,” you said, breathing not quite back to normal yet. “Dinner?”

He laughed.

“Dinner.”

When you fell asleep in Joel’s arms that night, all naked and entwined with him, you were starting to think that you could get used to this. That you wanted to do this all the time, every day. Do all of life’s stupid little things with him, go grocery shopping with him and pay the water bill with him and deal with traffic jams with him.

You just weren’t sure how to talk about that yet.

But that was OK. You were getting there, you could tell.

When Joel kissed you goodbye in the morning, he brushed your hair back from your forehead so he could kiss you there too.

“Leaving already?” You mumbled.

“‘Fraid so,” he said softly. “Need to get an early start at the job site. Can I see you tonight?”

You just hummed in response. He frowned.

“That’s a yes, I hope,” he said. You nodded and you opened your eyes just enough to see him smile broadly. “I’ll text you. Have a good day, Baby.”

“You too,” you mumbled into your pillow.

When you got up an hour later, there was a sticky note on your coffee maker, telling you to check your fridge. Inside was an iced latte from the coffee shop down the street and you smiled so big it was hard to do your makeup as you got ready to go.

You were still on cloud nine when you were getting ready to take a client to lunch that afternoon, doing a last check of your makeup when you got a call from the reception desk downstairs.

“Someone’s here for you,” the receptionist sounded skeptical. “I’m not letting him back without you.”

“No problem,” you laughed. “We’re going off site for lunch, tell him I’ll be down in a minute.”

You went to the lobby, looking for someone who at least vaguely resembled the headshot from your client’s website when you did a double take.

The man sitting on the couch in reception smiled when he saw you and your heart sank into your stomach as he headed for you.

“Hey Angel,” he smiled.

You couldn’t smile back.

“Shit.”

Next Chapter

#fanfic #joel miller x female reader #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #smut fic #new in town #joel miller x oc

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bloodchapell · 2 months ago

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coming over - armin a.

brief summary: late at night you can’t sleep. armin very out of his character invites you to come over…!?

what to expect: alt and very nerdy reader, equally nerdy armin, mutual pinning, kinda touch starved armin, him overthinking like he gets paid for it, kinda awkward

your sword’s note: finally these two are getting closer (evil face), all previous and future parts of this au can be found in my mistresslist

<Yessss! The gravitational pull of pulsar stars is very strong.> armin 👼🏼. 12:04 am

<i cant sleeeep armin help😞> you. 12:04 am

<u wanna come over and watch a movie🤭> armin 👼🏼. 12:07 am

His text seemed odd, he would always use proper grammar, punctuation and no emojis. He was probably joking, very badly.

<sure> you. 12:08 am

His last text was not sent by him, but by Eren who snatched his phone away and decided it was time.

Armin had been talking about you since quite literally the day you guys met, his friends —not only Eren now— knew you very well from his narrations about you and though they had asked Armin to introduce you, he knew that it would take a few minutes for them to spill his secret.

“Good luck and goodbye.” Eren laughed hysterically leaving his friend in the room. Armin panicked immediately and texted saying there was a misunderstanding and tried calling you to rectify that you were in fact NOT coming over, but it was too late. After some minutes he assumed you had fallen asleep or worse, had gotten mad at his “cruel joke.”

“I’m here Armin.” You knocked on the door after some ten minutes, to his surprise. You had been very briefly to his dorm once when he needed to drop off his books after class; he did not expect you to remember what number the dorm was but seemed like your memory was better than what he expected.

Armin already had started planning on how to apologize to you because he was convinced you hated him, and when he heard you at his door he started pacing back and forth before deciding what to do; he hadn’t considered the scariest outcome which was that you actually simply came over.

“It was actually a misunderstanding… you see… Eren took my phone…” He opened the door just a few inches so half of his face would show, kinda embarrassed to meet you at night.

“Ow how sad, I had already started to think of some movies we could watch… maybe Sid and Nancy?” You mentioned with a hopeful tone that immediately made him guilty; if you were excited enough to even decide what movie to watch he couldn’t really say no to you. He moved carefully from the door and opened, contrary to how you normally were dressed, you were in black pajama pants with a skull print and a black sweater, your hair was tied down in a very loose bun, no makeup or jewelry either. His cheeks got tinted slightly with a cool pink, you were so beautiful and captivating even in simple clothes. Yeah, he had gotten the gist already, as stunning and attractive as you were, he was fascinated by the wonders of your mind and soul too.

He had never watched Sid and Nancy, hell he didn’t even know who they were, it was no surprise. By his request you took your shoes off at the door and followed him into the house. “Show me around, I’m so jealous...” You asked him while looking around the flat he shared with Eren since they both had privileges for being respectively honor student and member of the hockey team of the university. The small living room and even smaller kitchen that looked unused were the epitome of luxury for the dorming life of the students. The flat had its bathroom and two rooms with door and all!

Armin’s room was spacious since he didn’t have much there. His bed and desk occupied most of the space and his closet was half empty. Once he showed you the basics he guided you back to the living room and you both sat down at the sofa.

It was kind of awkward like most in-person interactions started with him, just sitting stiffly slide by side, but soon you managed to break off the silence.

"Did you know that Vivienne Westwood dressed the Pistols?" You mentioned and he turned around to look at you.

"Who is Vivienne Westwood?" Armin asked innocently and you had to explain a lot about the punk movement. He listened with all his attention and nodded softly, his blonde bangs moving very little from his forehead. He managed to relax and you both enjoyed the movie.

By half of the movie, you turned around to take a glance at him and could not avoid laying your head on his shoulder, though slightly awkward you were after all in his dorm and people normally would end up doing a lot more when visiting someone else's dorm, so boldly and with a lot of nerves you decided to make your move. In his head it was inconceivable that you could ever like him back, and he hated the idea of stopping being friends with you so he stuck to precisely being your friend. He did, in fact, not register that as a "move" and assumed you were simply tired.

“Did you like the movie?” With a smile you asked and he nodded.

“Yes it was very cool” He said vaguely looking at you, with your head rested on his shoulder. “A little sad at the end.”

After a small discussion about the events in the movie, he asked some questions related back to what you had told him and you excitedly answered.

“I think the exhaustion finally caught up…”You mentioned after yawning and he nodded again, unable to move in fears of making you uncomfortable in any way.

“Do you want me to walk you to your dorm?” As a true gentleman he asked and though you were ashamed to admit it, you eventually told him.

"My roommate called her boyfriend when I told her I was leaving..." Since you wouldn’t go out as much, Pieck never had ti,e to invite her boyfriend Porco over, so she’d take quite literally any chance.

"Hmm, okay. You can sleep in my bed, I'll take the sofa." With determination Armin said. He was so distant at times that it made you think he wasn’t interested. Oh sweet miscommunication, so funny when it was actually the complete whole damn opposite.

“It’s okay I’ll take the sofa.” You argued back. He denied but you threatened on leaving alone to wander the campus so he eventually accepted. He laid down on his bed and turned around to face the wall, too embarrassed to say anything else. For some reason he decided to leave the door open... in case you needed anything come on!

The sofa wasn't uncomfortable, but the blanket Armin had given you was kinda thin and in the hearts of winter there was only so much it could do.

“It’s too cold… do you think I can…?” With a lot of embarrassment you asked in the door. He turned around to look at you, he stayed quiet for long seconds until he asked you once again if you wanted him to sleep at the sofa.

"You can sleep at Eren's bed." Assuming he was uncomfortable you suggested but a glimpse of light in his hear lit in him when you mentioned Eren. Eren of course was well versed in the matter of Armin´s feelings for you, and according to Eren's genius calculations you probably liked Armin back! The blonde didn't believe it at all but Eren also slapped him –softly– and told him to stop being a baby.

"Hmm I wouldn't want to go there anyway." Even if he was convinced that you did not want him as something more than a friend, he couldn't simply say no, so he moved to the side and let you in his bed, which was warm and soft.

Lying and saying there was no tension would be precisely a fallacy. Armin's deep blue eyes looked at yours in almost awe and you genuinely had the impulse of kissing him but he seemed too dissociated to think, so eventually you just tried to close your eyes.

It was a really long night, mainly because you couldn't sleep and Armin's piercing gaze constantly over you was impossible to not perceive, so you asked him to turn around so you could move.

"Armin can I hug you? You are so warm."

His cheeks: burning. And his heart: speeding.

"Mhm." He said simply and his head started spinning when he felt your arms around him. He was trying to fight with all his strength from locking your arms around him and pulling you as close as humanly possible. It felt surreal that he was sharing his bed with you, in such a vulnerable state as sleeping is, just sharing that together… His heart was pounding so hard that he was scared of you feeling it through his rib cage, and he felt so warm that maybe in the hearts of that heavy winter it wouldn’t matter to sleep outside if he was covered by your arms like that. He felt embarrassed to himself to be so starved for a simple hug, and though before he had gotten used to living like that, now knowing how comforting it felt he was scared he would die from how cold life would feel without your arms around him.

"Goodnight Armin, I had fun with you today." You would normally always tell him goodnight through text when you were going to sleep and he did too, but hearing it from you, so physically close at that, made him hold your arm as in to ensure you wouldn't move away from him, finally caving in that impulse.

"Goodnight, I also had a lot fun." He said with a smile and kept looking at the wall for a long time. Almost as a human heater, he was able to warm you up quickly and you fell asleep strangely fast, as if you were a small child again that is able to fall asleep anywhere and anytime.

If he could have one wish he would invest it in being able to sleep like that every night for the rest of his life… lives if that was the case. And when he did fell asleep he slept so soundly that he rested from every thing he had ever stressed about as if he was born again even.

Waking up though, with him laying in your chest and hugging you in your entirety, was a whole other surprise. Just for the sake of mentioning it, yes, you were also hugging him completely.

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Bad Boys / @ask-thebadboys

Bdubs / @askbdubsblog

BigB / @ask-bigbstatz

Cleo / @ask-zcleo

Cubfan / @ask-cubfan

Cuteguy / @ask-cuteguy

Cyan Snail / @askcyansnail

Doccy / @ask-doccy

Docm77 / @ask-docm77

Etho / @asketho <- YOU ARE HERE

Evil Xisuma / @ask-evil-x

False / @ask-falsesymmetry

Gem / @ask-gemgem

Grian / @ask-grian

Grumbot / @ask-grumbot

Hotguy / @ask-hotguy

Impulse / @ask-impulse

Jimmy / @ask-jimmy-solidarity

Jrumbot / @ask-jrumbot

Lizzie / @ask-fairy-lizzie

Logoslab / @asklogoslab

Martyn / @ask-martyn

Mother Spore / @ask-mother-spore

Mumbo / @ask-mumbojumbo

NPC Grian / @ask-npc-grian

Pearl / @askpearlescentmoon

Poultry Man / @iampoultryman

Ren / @askrendog

Scar / @ask-gtwscar

Scott / @ask-smajor

Skizz / @ask-skizzleman

Smallishbeans / @ask-smallishbeans

Stress / @ask-stressmonster

Tango / @ask-tangotek

Watchers / @ask-the-watchers

Wels / @ask-welsknight

Xisuma / @ask-xisuma

Zedaph / @ask-zedaph

Don't bring real life discourse here. Etho does not care about this or that or problematic whatevers. The mod does, but asks about it will be deleted unless specifically addressed to the mod.

I reserve the right to delete asks that are not relevant, make me uncomfortable, are triggering, or sexually explicit. While NSFW is allowed to a degree it will always be tagged both as #nsfw & #nsfhc [so you can avoid specifically this blog's nsfw without having to block the general tag]. Minors should not interact with nsfw posts and I will check.

If you use a cc's real name when they don't actively go by that online [ex: bdubs' real name is online but he does not use it for yt] I will delete your ask or answer privately telling you to resubmit. I respect their privacy and I expect you to do the same. I will not discuss events in the real life cc's personal life most of the time

#about me #hermitblr #ethoslab #c!etho rp #i need to stress this: i am not rping the real person #trafficblr #etho #ethogirls #ask blog

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emmyrosee · 2 years ago

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IM ON MOBILE AGAIN SO IM GONNA SPAM THE EYE EMOJI TO MAKE UP FOR EARLIER READY?

👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀

okay done </3

AND YAYAYAY ILY TOOO!!!!

AND OK HERE IS ONE OF THE KITA THOUGHTS I WAS SAVING!!!! HE IS FREE. RELEASED BACK TO YOU!!!

I KNOW kita is your husband, but I am humbly asking you to share him for a brief moment 🙏🏻😔🤲🏻 I come to you today not with a ramble but a question:

does kita play fight? does he like it? is he more likely to react when you’re being a bit of a menace? will he pick a fight unprompted? (Okay that’s like 4 but I have him on the brain lately)

ILY !!!!!!!! ENJOY THE FOOD ^

anon <3

*sigh* I gUESS I could share him for a moment, bc I would be cruel to keep him all for myself 🫡🧡

But listen, okay. You know me. I’m crazy. I’m built different. I ruin characters.

And I know, deep down in that pretty head of Kita’s, he likes to play fight.

It’s more subtle than the others, it takes a lot more to rile him up for it, but once you get him there, it’s just. It’s perfect, okay, because it’s fun and there’s no stakes and he’s gentle enough to let it happen, but he knows you like the back of his back hand, and he knows what it takes to bring you down.

It’s the same mischievous excitement that his old teammates used to harbor, a desire to tease, to mess with respectfully, and although he never thought he’d do such juvenile forms of affection, something about the way you get him into this animalistic excitement that he usually tries to keep composed, it has him just as eager for your defiance as you are.

And he doesn’t go full out all the time. It’s a lot of manhandling to get you under his frame before either teasing you with the prospect of tickling until you plead for him to just get it over with, or spanking you in a playful manner to have you screaming in embarrassment, it’s all based on teasing you because ultimately, that’s what Kita Shinsuke does best, and you can thank his years of forcing himself to be stoic for it.

It’s working him up to that point that take the bit of elbow grease. But it sure is worth it.

“Did you take my leftovers?”

“Sure did,” you hum cockily. He furrows his brows slight and looks back at the empty container, trying to think of why you’d do that.

“I’m glad you ate, but… I’m a little upset because I was saving those-“

“Yeah, I did it because I wanted you to chase me.”

This, of course, has his brows shooting up in surprise, and he tries to fight the corners of his mouth curling up in excitement and amusement.

“Well,” he begins, setting down the container and taking a step towards you. You start giggling, and match him with a step back. “Had you just asked me to chase you, I would’ve said yes. But now-“ another step forward, watching your feet carefully to indicate the direction you’re gonna dart. “I’m not showing an ounce of mercy.” He cocks his head slightly as you whine excitedly, hands coming up to your chest in an almost protective manner. “Brat.”

“Shinsuke!” You scream, though it’s prompted with you quickly turning to run away, unable to control the excited laughter that pours from your lips. He chuckles, tosses the container into the sink before washing his hands, drying them, and immediately trying to go and find your hiding spot.

You’re never difficult to find, the apartment has 13 great hiding spots and you’ve managed to work your way into all of them at some point, but clearly, you’re not so determined to keep hiding as you’re found in spot #4, literally curled under the clothes in his closet.

He pushes them to the side, props his hands on his knees and leans in real close, smirking softly while you whine nervously. “Hi, my love.”

“Go away!”

“Why must you provoke me?” He sighs, making a reach for you while you dodge and try to scramble away. “We could be so affectionate like normal couples, but instead, you’ve got to poke every nerve a bear has.”

“Leave me alone!” You squeal, but he does the exact opposite as he uses his massive arms to pull you up and out of the closet and over his shoulder, completely immune to the kicking and writhing of your body on his arm. He tosses you onto the bed before crawling over your frame, pinning you under his massive body with a smirk.

“We both know that’s not what you really want, isn’t it?”

But but bUT BUT OKAY, BUTTA BUTTA BUT, Shinsuke’s not a man of stone. Despite you being the common denominator for any act of play fighting, on the rarest occasions, the phases of the moon change, when the planets align, he comes to you.

And he doesn’t provoke you, he’s not a menace, all he’ll do is come up to you with a big, sweet grin on his face, knock his head against your temple, and when you purr and just think he’s being affectionate, he whispers words you relish every time.

“Hey… wanna fight?”

“Physically, or emotionally?” You tease, but you feel the shrill of excitement down your spine as he tugs at the hem of your shirt eagerly. He chuckles and shakes his head, clearly wanting to let some of the rare energy he’s got bottled out.

“I want to pin you down.”

“Excuse me!” You scream, pulling away in shock and smacking his chest, cheeks blazing hot and grin plastered wide on your cheeks. “Shinsuke!” You giggle, trying to make a move to walk away (although it’s truly a way to encourage his chase) and your heart beats faster as he follows. “What has gotten into you!”

“I’m allowed to have my feral moments as well.” He doesn’t say much else before he smiles, an innocent gleam in them as he makes a lunge for you.

And if chasing you around the house and making you scream with laughter is what he needs to do to feed that feralness, who would you be to deny?

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zanazirafanfic · 6 months ago

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!!!! Ask ask ask gaaaaame ✨👏

Javier: 2 , 13

Arthur: 16 , 21

Woohoo! Javi and Arthur!

Javier:

2. Favorite canon thing about this character?

My favorite thing about Javier probably isn't too unique, but it's his love of music. His guitar clearly means a lot to him, too - it's a very large and impractical object to have to carry from place to place for a man whose lifestyle requires packing light, and yet he always makes sure it comes along with him, even after Blackwater. Some of the others must recognize this too, because his guitar is taken from Shady Belle to Lakay when he's not there and no one knows for sure he's even still alive.

His music is, at the very least, a connection to his homeland and his culture, and allows him to share some of it with his new family in a way even the less "enlightened" members can appreciate. (I also have some personal headcanons about him learning to play from members of his family, and the songs he sings being ones that were passed down through several generations of Escuellas.)

Also, I imagine he sometimes feels that scar on his throat, remembers how someone almost succeeded in killing him but failed, and then thinks, "Fuck you. Not only am I still alive, I can still sing, too. You couldn't take my life or my voice, pendejo."

13. What's an emoji, an emoticon and/or any symbol that reminds you of this character or you think the character would use a lot?

Probably not a surprise after the previous answer, but "🎶"

Arthur:

16. What's your least favorite ship for this character?

Probably MorganMatthews (Hosea x Arthur). Not a fan of Dutch x Arthur either, but at least they're closer in age (closer than Arthur and John by 2 years, actually, which is freaky to realize) and Dutch has more of a history of manipulative behavior toward those he considers lovers, so I could see it as a super toxic/dark ship. With Hosea, it squicks me out because it feels OOC for both parties.

21. If you're a fic writer and have written for this character, what's your favorite thing to do when you're writing for this character? What's something you don't like?

I love writing Arthur, mostly for Charthur fics, but I do other ships and Gen fics with him too. In shippy fics I love showing the more introspective, curious, intelligent side of him, while also letting him be softer and more vulnerable than he usually gets to around someone safe. (Charles in particular works for this, because he and Arthur are both equally capable of surviving and defending themselves on their own. Neither one has to play "protector" or "enforcer" when they're together, they can just be.)

I also like to whump him so he can get some TLC from the people in his life afterward. (I feel like the only time the poor guy ever gets to rest is when he's near death - and sometimes not even then.)

As for dislikes... Personally I don't have too many for Arthur. He's a versatile multifaceted character who canonically plays a lot of roles for a lot of people. I don't even mind the meaner, "darker" versions of him, since he's just as capable of being cruel and callous as he is gentle and sweet. That makes him challenging to write too though, because while I love making him sweet with his loved ones, it's a little too easy to woobify him in that space, so I'm always conscious of that and try hard not to remove all of his rough edges. (Just like Micah, he's not Arthur with all his edges smoothed off.)

#rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #javier escuella #arthur morgan #ask game #zanazirawrites

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a-captions-blog · 3 months ago

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Hello Dear, I hope you get my message while you're fine.🙏

I'm Ola, a graduate student from the faculty of science at Al-Azhar university Gaza, Palestine. I'm a dedicated and passionate student, striving to become a good researcher and teacher.

Unexpectedly, After October 7th, my life took a drastic turn with the commencement of the cruel war on Gaza, transforming me from a passionate student to a person struggling for survival. 🥺

I have created a campaign to help my family rebuild their lives and get the basic needs of food, drink, etc in these cruel conditions. And also it will help me to complete my education.

All of what I am asking of you is your support, you can support us by making a reblog of the pinned post on my page or by writing a post about my compaign, it would provide invaluable assistance in reaching more potential supporters and I would very grateful if you share the campaign link with your friends and family via mail or other social networking sites.❤️

I sincerely wish if you can empathize with my dire situation and consider supporting us. Please be certain that any help gets us closer to our goal and no matter how small your donation might be, it will make a significant difference in my family's lives.

I would be very grateful if you could follow me to stay updated, as I will always need your help.💔

My compaign vetted by @90-ghost and @northgazaupdates and @el-shab-Hussien and @nabulsi's vetted list, line 205.

https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/u/0/d/1yYkNp5U3ANwILl2MknJi9G7ArY4uVTEEQ1CVfzR8Ioo/htmlview#gid=0

Thanks in advance for your kindness and support. I am waiting for your response ❤️

This is my GFM link:

https://www.gofundme.com/f/empower-olas-pursuit-of-education-amid-crisis?qid=30ec4c502382b9962b96d698a687d9a8

Please donate and/or share with others 🥺🙏🇵🇸

Sincerely,

Ola

[Plain text: Hello Dear, I hope you get my message while you're fine. [praying hands emoji] I'm Ola, a graduate student from the faculty of science at Al-Azhar university Gaza, Palestine. I'm a dedicated and passionate student, striving to become a good researcher and teacher. Unexpectedly, After October 7th, my life took a drastic turn with the commencement of the cruel war on Gaza, transforming me from a passionate student to a person struggling for survival. [pleading emoji] I have created a campaign to help my family rebuild their lives and get the basic needs of food, drink, etc in these cruel conditions. And also it will help me to complete my education. All of what I am asking of you is your support, you can support us by making a reblog of the pinned post on my page or by writing a post about my compaign, it would provide invaluable assistance in reaching more potential supporters and I would very grateful if you share the campaign link with your friends and family via mail or other social networking sites. [red heart emoji] I sincerely wish if you can empathize with my dire situation and consider supporting us. Please be certain that any help gets us closer to our goal and no matter how small your donation might be, it will make a significant difference in my family's lives. I would be very grateful if you could follow me to stay updated, as I will always need your help. [broken heart emoji]

My compaign vetted by @90-ghost and @northgazaupdates and @el-shab-Hussien and @nabulsi's vetted list, line 205. https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/u/0/d/1yYkNp5U3ANwILl2MknJi9G7ArY4uVTEEQ1CVfzR8Ioo/htmlview#gid=0 Thanks in advance for your kindness and support. I am waiting for your response [red heart emoji] This is my GFM link:

https://www.gofundme.com/f/empower-olas-pursuit-of-education-amid-crisis?qid=30ec4c502382b9962b96d698a687d9a8 Please donate and/or share with others [pleading, praying hands, and Palestinian flag emoji] Sincerely, Ola \End PT]

Vetted here as stated. Please give if you can; every cent helps!

They are currently at 25,810$ USD / 50,000$

GoFundMe: link

#olagaza1 #palestine

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possiblylando · 2 years ago

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Oh boy Jojolands Chapter 2 and Hotdog Guy has a name

Usagi Alohaoe and he is just as much of a dweeb as I was hoping he is great.

The odds of him being gay are not 0 I'm just gonna say that.

His brain is so deep fried he's so awesome....

They hate to see a silly guy having fun and being so whimsical </3...

Okay the fucking design on his suit IS A PAIR OF LEGS I thought so last time but this is like.. What??? It's clearly some kind of brand logo but what the hell kinda company's logo is a pain of legs?? Are the legs female? I assume they're meant to be because they have high heels. But they could also belong to a real long legged guy- They could be non-binary who knows. Araki I need an explanation about these fucking legs why the hell- where the fuck did he get an outfit like this??

He's so silly... Criminally insilly...

ACTUAL fuckboy.

I really can't get a read on what he is aside from silly. does he have some fucked up backstory? He has to right it's Jojo. Is he, Ya know?

Man this heist boring as hell -Watches family guy clips on youtube shorts-

Maybe it's a fucked up crab? The Logo I mean. I don't know it could be like a fucked up mr krabs if you- Hang on

Yeah??? Probably legs.

Dog begging for food from the stove not knowing it's just boiling water coded.

His ass is THINKING

This world is so cruel on silly guys who can look cool some times but are mostly silly..

He looks like he's about to climb the swiss alps brooo :skull emoji:

Why is everyone so mean to me </3 Mini-analyses time. So Usagi calls Dragona "Pink-Chan" which I assume is just an artifact from the Japanese translation. He calls himself blue. Pretty basic male and female colors. The way he speaks kinda makes me think he has a crush on Dragona. That or he's, You know. GAY

Go go gadget hand tumor

We get Usagi's stand and it's FUCKING IT HAS THE LEGS ON IT WHAT THE SHIT MAN I DIDN'T NOTICE UNTIL JUST NOW WHYT OES IT SHOWA WHY THE FUCK DOES THE STAND OVER THE LEGS AOIFHAIWUFHOAFHAIAFSOJAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

It's neat that we're getting a bunch of utility stands this part instead of the beatdown bandits of part 8. It's a more part 7 approach where the stands are used to aid in combat instead of being the primary focus.

Yeah go white boy do your silly little dance I am clapping woo yeah

Hot Dog Man Vs. Hot Dog Guy

This, Absolutely not intentional. I assure you. But the way the Speedline are drawn around Usagi makes it look like he has a Holy Halo.

Jesus Jumpscare. I highly doubt it means anything but- I felt the need to point it out. The marks the end of chapter 2. Uhhhh I like this funny little silly guy he's so oooo so silly he's gonna die a horrible horrible fucking death he is not surviving this part man is gonna DIE... Uhhh Araki always tryina add in his self insert like why the hell is Rohan the Bus Driver? I think they should give Usagi a gun that would be cool...

#jojolands #jojo part 9 #jojolands chapter 2 #usagi alohaoe #hotdog guy

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blocktalesconfessions · 3 months ago

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haiiiiiii… its the one with the illumina and firebrand oc’s (might as well make a little sign off for myself uhhhh- has anyone yoinked the ‘🔥’ emoji? if so i could probs just use ‘pyro anon’!!)

i am cooking SO HARD RN

i have made a small ship doodle for illuminate and griefer… + little hc’s/scenario thingys too!!

- illuminate helping griefer learn how to preen her wings so he has more ways of giving her affection :333

- ruadhán being ‘called to the throne room’ so he could ‘make cruel king some drinks’ but in actuality, cruel king just wanted to cuddle him and didnt want to declare “something something go get my boyfriend” LOL

- (before the sword shenanigans) griefer just… randomly gifting illuminate flowers?? which she ends up making into a flower crown (that she still wears too!!)

yuuhhh thats it for now!!! im still brewing more (on a small creative slump now that school is close to starting for me 😔)

-🔥/pyro anon

very delightful! thanks for the oc update

#headcanon #🔥anon

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hencheri · 2 months ago

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yeah, tell me you have no empathy without telling me you have no empathy :) I’d suppose you don’t even stan nct so why you ended up here idk, but this isn’t a moment to fight!? and over that, absolutely fucking not. like, you can’t deny the fact you’re attacking me/trying to pick a fight because why you are bringing up other groups and their silence about palestine? this is a WHOLE different situation. we’re talking about a man who is involved in a sex crime and we know this is 99% true with how sm handled the situation. this is not about kpop. this is not about who’s better as a stan!?

now about the members being with him, I mean, just how you said it and brought it up, I know you don’t stan or used to stan nct, whatever your feelings are. you have no concerns whatsoever, you use skull emojis like it’s a big fat joke, and it’s even brought up as a mocking way. the concerns about if they knew or not is valid, after all we were all shocked by the news and disgusted to hear that, especially from a member like taeil who we would have confidently said wouldn’t ever hurt a fly. but obviously, we thought wrong and we don’t even know how to process this (again, he was immediately kicked out of the group by how serious the case is. nobody saw it coming). but you clearly don’t care about any more potential offenders, as long as it’s not your faves, right? idk, this reaction is just straight up vile im my opinion. I know disgusting people are using this in fan wars as usual because they have no sense of morality, but seeing it in my dms? by one of my own followers probably? yeah, just shows me some of you are really devoid of any empathy. you don’t care about the victims, like I just answered an ask that was sympathizing with taeil and literally not believing the victims, and you tell me to calm down?? ofc I’m not calm like half the people right now because they learned that the person they liked is in fact horrible and has hurt people in the most cruel ways! I just stood up for what I believe in and it’s that no matter what, victims should be believed. this is not rumours about dating, this is not ‘pick a side’, the only right thing to do is not support taeil in any way and show that you believe the victims. give your support to them and to SA survivors in general.

and lastly, how is fanfiction promoting nct? like, am I getting a bill by sm for doing it? idk why I’m specifically getting laughed at by you and attacked when we’re more than that in the fandom, right? or am I the only one? idk. let’s repeat that taeil was kicked out of nct. he is no longer doing activities, he will not appear anywhere, like basically sm do not want to do anything with him anymore which is good!! that man doesn’t deserve a career. I don’t even think he’s gotta get money anymore, but in the end, I wasn’t giving him a boost or promoting his ass by writing fanfiction about his members. idk why the entirety of nct should be brought down too, saying they knew is just speculations and honestly speculations can be very harmful too. the news are fresh, and I’m still sick about it. idk why I’m getting attacked by randos on the internet for still having fics up on a blog that literally has 200 followers. like idk what’s your goal, but it’s not as truthful as you think it is. it’s not helping anyone and surely not the actual victims. dw, I saw your other ask and it’s just stupid and insensitive. I’m very serious rn, and I honestly don’t think you are. I wrote a lot but idc, this is not your silly ‘gotcha’ moment, this is real lives that have been destroyed by someone famous who deserves jail time for all the horrible shit he did.

#they were blocked #I know I said I wouldn’t answer #but this is serious guys and I need you all to know this isn’t an okay way to react #please do better and unfollow me.

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ikintwosm · 4 months ago

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Hello hello!! ๋࣭ ⭑⚝

✮ My nicknames are:

Marz

Cuppa Suppa [For close friends]

Cheese Pretzels!

Wonderful to meet you all! ദ്ദി(ᵔᗜᵔ)

Who am I?๋࣭ ⭑⚝

✮I am a demi-girl and I use she/they/it! I am okay with any feminine or gender neutral terms! Just no masc terms!

✮ I am Aroace! [Meaning Asexual & Aromanitc!] I do not feel any romantic attraction to others!

✮ I am a minor so please don't say weird stuff, I'm not comfy with it!

✮ I am from Wales and I'm Welsh/British! 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿

More about me!๋࣭ ⭑⚝

✮ I'm possibly neurodivergent! [Maybe ASD!]

✮ I have Trichotallomania and C-PTSD!

✮ I zone out a lot and am potentially a maladaptive daydreamer!

✮ I have possible selective mutism!

✮ I can have major highs and lows sometimes, and I can be quite short-tempered, so apologies if I am, I don't mean to!

✮ I am quite a soft-hearted and sensitive person! I also have trouble processing things sometimes, so apologies if I'm a little slow!

✮ I've been struggling with mental health for majority of my life, and I may be distant sometimes, as I need a lot of time alone!

✮ I am a fictkin! This means that I kin fictional characters whom I see myself in/relate to in any way! This could be due to similar characteristics, trauma/past experiences, etc! Although, this can also be due to finding comfort in the character or even something very simple that I relate to e.g. if the character has a British accent, as I do too!

✮ I also tend to act as fictional characters in order to regulate or cope!

DNI LIST!๋࣭ ⭑⚝

✮ Do NOT interact if these apply to you!

Racists, homophobes, transphobes, abelists, etc.

Proshippers.

People with offensive humour. This type of humour makes me very uncomfortable.

People with s3xu4l humour. Suggestive jokes are okay but actual full on in depth jokes make me really unsettled. Also jokes that s3xu4l1s3 things that are perfectly normal also make me uncomfortable. Also things like THOSE types of usernames on tiktok and doing/saying really weird stuff is a massive no no for me, as I am a victim of s3xu4l h4rr4sm3nt.

People with rude/cruel humour. In some cases, it's okay, but please do not do it excessively or stop if I ask you to. I am quite a sensitive person, so that can easily upset me if it's not specified to be a joke or is just too far for me.

People who gatekeep characters they kin. I understand that you kin that character for a reason, but I don't like when people insist NO ONE else at all can be character. Other people can kin a character too!

My hobbies!๋࣭ ⭑⚝

✮ I love to draw traditionally and digitally! I especially love drawing on Whiteboard Fox!

✮ I love to write character lore and AUs, own creations and things! I like to RP at times! [Nothing weird though, as that makes me uncomfy!]

✮ I am a VA, scriptwriter & storyboarder!

✮ I VA for:

The Chaotic Battle Show! [Mushroom]

An Extremely Mid Object Show [Magical Flame]

Shape's Shapety Object Show [Grey]

Didn't Really Enlighten A Mind! [Lamp]

Untitled Presentation [Teapot, Chinese Lantern, Loofah]

Battle For A Million [Bone, Glass Shard, Battery]

TWISTS [Mild Bobby Sauce]

Church Of The Divine Bloom [Eyeliner]

✮ I am a scriptwriter for Church Of The Divine Bloom, The Chaotic Battle Show & Getaway!

✮ I also storyboard for AEMOS!

My interests!๋࣭ ⭑⚝

✮ I AM A HUGE OBJECT SHOW FAN!!

✮ Favourite shows:

BFDI/BFDIA/BFB/TPOT

Inanimate Insanity

HFJONE

BURNER

Object Kerfuffle

Discord Emoji All Stars

Problems and Solutions

Animatic Battle

✮ Shows I want to watch!

It's Time For The

The Nightly Manor

Extraordinary Enitites

Love Of The S*n

The Daily Object Show

The Battle For The Island Made Of Candy

Paper Puppets Take 2

Object Overload

Object Show 87

Mickey Mouse Battlehouse

Object Filler

CFMOT

Showvember

✮ Shows I am in progress of!

TPOT [Ongoing]

BFDIA [Ongoing]

II S1

II S2 [Ongoing]

III

Animatic Battle [Ongoing]

Object Kerfuffle [Ongoing]

BURNER [Ongoing]

DEAS [Ongoing]

PaS [Ongoing]

KFC [Ongoing]

✮ Shows I've finished!

BFDI/BFB

THANOS [Not continuing :(]

HFJONE

Object Fool

✮ I also love lots of other things!

FNAF

Bendy And The Ink Machine

Cuphead

Undertale/Deltarune

Don't Hug Me I'm Scared

The Amazing World Of Gumball

Total Drama Island

The Amazing Digital Circus

Poppy Playtime

The Lego Movie

Parappa The Rapper

Dandy's World

✮ My music taste is quite broad and I can't typically tell music genres!

✮ Some of my favourite music artists!

Tally Hall

Miracle Musical

Lemon Demon

Ghost

Gorillaz

YFM

Glass Animals

The Living Tombstone

✮ Some songs I can't stop listening to!

More about me! [OSC]๋࣭ ⭑⚝

✮ My favourite characters!

X, Loser, Woody, Pie, Ruby, Lollipop, Yellow Face, Pillow, Clock, Naily, Gelatin, Teardrop, Remote, Fanny, Two, Winner, Foldy, Tree, Marker, Bubble, Dora, David, Bomby, Golf Ball, Tennis Ball [BFB/TPOT]

MePhone4, MePad, Toilet, Balloon, Silver Spoon, Candle, Taco, Bow, Yin-Yang [II]

Literally all the characters in BURNER [Though I like Limey, Peanut & Tissues a little more than everyone else]

Hour Glass, Hanging Pot Plant, Glass Pane, Box Of Explosives [Object Kerfuffle]

Lipstick, Cactus, Dice [DEAS]

Airy, Liam, Charlie, Stone [HFJONE]

Animatic, Nonagon, Pea, B Block, Weathery, Bouquet, Doorstopper, Iced Coffee, Danger Sign, Tea, Mushroom, Printer, Nebula Void [Animatic Battle]

✮ Characters I HATE /hj

Leafy, Profiley, Liy [BFB]

Clover, Walkie Talkie, Steve Cobs [Love-hate relationship] [II]

✮ My comfort characters!

Two, Ruby, Woody, Loser, Winner, Lollipop, Pie, Pillow, Tree, Dora [BFB/TPOT]

Silver Spoon, Candle, MePad [III]

Airy, Liam [HFJONE]

Peanut, Tissues, Pilly, Rosey, Polaroid, Daddy Long Legs [BURNER]

✮ My fiction kins!

[DISCLAIMER: I do NOT gate keep characters!]

Marker, Bracelety, Ruby, Lightning, Tree, Woody, Pie, Pillow, Ice Cube, Foldy, Golf Ball, Winner, Loser, Clock, Yellow Face, Pin, Naily, Teardrop, Dora [BFB]

Two, X [XFOHV]

Airy, Liam, Charlie [HFJONE]

Record, Tissues, Erasey, Hanger, Rosey, Limey, Pilly, Peanut, Daddy Long Legs [BURNER]

Balloon, Silver Spoon, Yin-Yang, Bow, Goo, Blueberry, Candle, Taco, Test Tube, Toilet, Microphone, MePad, Steve Cobs [Certain AU with a friend!] [II]

Hour Glass [OK]

Animatic, Weathery, Exclamation Mark, jej [AB]

✮ Ships that I like!

Four & X [Classic!]

Silver Spoon & Candle [LOVE IT!]

MePhone4 & Toilet [Platonically!] [AU with a friend]

Pin & Coiny [I like it!]

Tree & Black Hole [YES]

Tennis Ball & Golf Ball [it's alright!]

Winner & Clock [Platonically!]

[DISCLAIMER: If I ever say I simp for a character, IT'S A JOKE!]

My creations!๋࣭ ⭑⚝

✮ AUs I've created!

BFD High [BFDI]

Battle Back To Dream Island [BFDI]

The Wrath Of Two [TPOT]

Battle To Survive Insanity [BFB/TPOT]

Meeple Madness [II]

The Child [HFJONE]

BURNIT [BURNER]

✮ Object Shows I'm working on!

JNIW

D.E.A.T.H

Sensory Serenity

BAISOA

Other things!๋࣭ ⭑⚝

✮ I love to yap, so feel free to ask questions about me or my creations! I don't bite!

✮ Feel free to also ask questions/requests to my OCs, AU characters or sonas!

✮ I also have art requests open, free of charge!

@justanapplenothinghere owns a special place in my heart! He is one of my bestest friends!! Feel free to check out his amazing page!

@yari-saber @biblicallyaccuratefour @beetlebeeez are my best friends!! Feel free to check out their amazing art too!

✮ Have an absolutely splendiferous day! ദ്ദി(ᵔᗜᵔ)

#object shows #osc community #artists on tumblr #Spotify

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